>> The French Maid <<

I've come home from work, returning to the flat we share. I'm tired, cold and wet as it started raining just as I got off the bus and the headache behind my right ear has started to throb. I put the key in the lock, open the door and walk into the flat. I shut the door and as I turn, I see you waiting in the hallway - a beautiful vision dressed in a French maid's outfit. I can see the stiffness of your nipples through the top, indicating that you're not wearing a bra and the short, lace-trimmed skirt only just covers the crotch of your white cotton knickers. I notice that you're wearing 4 inch, black patent leather "fuck me" heels which tauten your calves and your wonderful arse making you look even sexier than normal, if that's at all possible.

You approach me, reaching out to unbutton my overcoat. You undo each button, one at a time, eyes downcast, a vision of servility but I can see the twinkle in your eyes beneath your fringe that promises so much. You hang the overcoat on a hook and then ease my jacket off my shoulders, hanging it on the back of a chair. You return to face me, eyes still downcast, and you loosen and remove my tie before you unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders, trapping my arms at my sides. You reach up, take my face in your hands and kiss me on the lips, your tongue probing gently between my teeth. You pull back slightly, tugging at my lower lip slightly with your teeth before you bend your head to take one of my nipples between your gorgeous lips, sucking hard and making it stiffen. You repeat the process with the other nipple. I find it an extremely erotic experience and I try to maintain the contact but you pull away, hands reaching for my belt.

You unfasten the leather belt, unzip the fly and then tug my trousers down to my ankles so that you're kneeling before me. You reach up, stroking my cock through the silk fabric of my boxer shorts, feeling it stiffen and thicken under your ministrations. Soon, my erection is thick and hard, throbbing painfully to your touch so you grab the waistband, tugging it over the head of my prick and sliding the silk down my legs to join my trousers. Your left hand cups my balls as your right strokes up and down, lingering over the sensitive head, fingernails scratching lightly along the ridged underside.

You lower your head again, extending your tongue to lick up the full length of my cock before sliding my hardness between your lips. I gasp as I feel the warm wetness of your mouth engulf me, holding my breath as your mouth slides lower and lower until I feel the head of my cock touch the back of your throat and your nose press into the wiry hair at the base of my prick. My balls bump against your chin and then you withdraw your mouth just as slowly. In long, languid strokes you suck my cock, your tongue constantly flicking and teasing at the sensitive skin along the underside and I groan as you push your head a little further so that my cock starts to go down your throat and you hold it there, almost to the point of gagging as I moan harder, trying to push it even further but powerless to do anything as I'm still restrained by my shirt.

You seem to take pity on me then as you unfasten my shirt cuffs, freeing my arms and my hands immediately tangle into your silky black hair, guiding your lips back to my prick. I use your hair to hold you in place as I fuck your mouth, coating the entire length of my cock with your saliva. My cum starts to stir in my balls and I know that if I keep this up for much longer, I'll blow my load in your mouth, which is not something that I want to do at this point in time. I kick my shoes off and step out of my trousers and boxers with a little difficulty, then raise you to your feet by slipping my hands under your armpits and lifting you. I throw you over my shoulder and carry you, still in your outfit, through to the front room.

I sit you on the sofa, and then, reaching under the short skirt, pull your knickers down just past your knees. I push your knees up towards your chest, hooking the gusset of your panties behind your neck so that your neatly trimmed pussy, with its thick dark pelt, lies exposed and open to my gaze. I can see your pussy lips, starting to gape, opening like the petals of a precious flower, to display a thin sheen of moisture that shows that you're starting to get turned on. A trickle of creamy juice oozes from your cunt and trails down between the crack of your arse towards your tight little rosebud. I kneel before you, lowering my tongue to lick the cunt juice from your arse, pushing it past the tight ring of muscle and you squirm as I start to lick upwards, tongue flickering up and down the rapidly spreading flesh, delving deep between those gaping lips, slurping at the juice starting to bubble up from your cunt and sucking hard on your clit. Your hands are on my head, pulling me further in, pushing my face down into the sweet musky scent and you start to pant and moan, gasping my name, begging me to fuck you hard and deep, but I'm not going to let you off that easily. My fingers slide into your wetness, curling upwards to rub against your g-spot, my thumb finding the stiff nub of your clit, already swollen and sensitive from my previous attention and your thighs start to tremble as your orgasm begins to build. I keep fingering your pussy and rubbing your clit until I hear a low scream start to build in your throat and the muscles of your pussy begin to ripple and clench at my fingers. Your fingers grip the edge of the sofa cushions and suddenly there's pussy juice everywhere as you come hard, your cunt locking my fingers deep inside you and I know that it's time.

I twist you around on the sofa so that your head rests against one of the arms and position myself so that the tip of my cock just rests against the open lips of your pussy. I circle my hips, teasing and you try very hard to lift your arse and impale yourself on my prick, but I keep moving just enough to maintain the contact between my cock and your sensitive flesh but not entering you. Suddenly, I thrust hard and my prick slides all the way to the hilt inside you and you jerk as if you've been connected to the power source of the universe. I slowly withdraw until only the head of my cock is between the lips of your pussy and then slam it forward again and I feel the very tip of my erection make contact with the tight circle of your cervix.

I begin to short stroke, grinding your clit against my pubic bone as your ankles lock behind my neck, holding me in position as I begin to fuck you in earnest, my balls slapping against your arse with each thrust. I feel the waves of your orgasm building again, your cunt muscles fluttering and clenching, pulling me in. I feel my spunk rising from my balls and then, just as you scream my name and your pussy clamps around my cock, I thrust as deep as possible so that the slit of my cock is resting tight against the opening of your cervix. You twitch as you feel every spurt of hot cum lashing at the neck of your womb, triggering small aftershocks of your orgasm and we lie there, me on top of you, cock buried to the hilt inside you for what seems like hours, but in reality is probably fifteen minutes. You open your eyes as your orgasm fades and I see a small tear form and run down your face. You smile at me and we both know the truth. We both know that you're pregnant and that soon your belly will begin to swell with the new life that we've created tonight. I kiss you tenderly and whisper that I love you as I ease out of you, unhooking your panties from behind your neck and pulling you on top of me so that your head rests against my chest as I stroke your silky hair.

Right at this moment, we have everything in the world and nothing will spoil this moment.