[Mark_2000]

I was greeted by her dressed as a french maid. Ok not the most original fantasy, but it was her fantasy and something she was comfortable with.

I can still picture her standing there. Her outfit consisted of black high heels, black stockings, the old fashioned kind with the seam up the back. Her stockings finished at mid thigh. They were attached to black suspenders that disappeared, a few inches higher, under the white laced hem of her Black dress. She wore a simple white apron tied at the waist and a white maids cap. And of cause she held a black feather duster.

She greeted me.

“Bonjour, monsieur.”

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.” I replied

Thinking back hard to my 8th grade french. I asked her name.

"Comment vous appelez-vous?".

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and curtsied and replied.

“Je m’appelle, Yvette.”

“Je m’appelle, Louis.” I greeted her back.

She then turned and walked over to the book case, reached up and dusted the top shelf, the hem of her dress rose and exposed another 2 inches of her thighs. She proceeded to dust downwards and as she dusted the bottom shelf, keeping her legs straight as she bent, she exposed her frilly black knickers, the kind a burlesque dancer wore. She wiggled her bottom in an exaggerated manner as she dusted.

I walked over and grasped two handfuls of her frilly enclosed butt cheeks. She let out a shriek. Stood up and turned around and slapped me hard across my left cheek. She started to admonish me in french. Her command of french being much better than mine. I had no idea what she said , but it sounded incredibly sexy.

She then turned and strode off to the bedroom. Holding my cheek, I thought to myself. “She wants to play rough, does she.” I followed her into the bedroom. I grabbed her and pushed her back until her legs connected with the bed, she then collapsed back. I followed and fell on top of her. She struggled, got a hand free and slapped me harder. I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms above her head in order to protect myself.

I kissed her. She struggled and turned her head away and broke our lip contact.

Not knowing how far she wanted to take this. It probably would have been a good idea to have discussed it before hand. I already knew she liked to be slapped. I thought back to the other fantasies she had discussed. She had expressed one about being forcibly taken against her will.

I man handled her and forced her onto her stomach, pinned her arms to her sides and straddled her. As I faced her feet, her kicking, stocking clad legs, looked so sexy. I pulled up her dress and I admired her frilly black knickers. I ripped them down, took aim and proceeded to slap her ass. Each slap harder than the last.

She started to yell.

“Pas mon cul. Pas mon cul.”

I had no idea what that meant. (later she told me. Not my ass.)

I suddenly spotted the lubricant gel on the bed side table. That further clued me in to her intentions for the evening.

With her legs bent at the knees, I pulled at her knickers and eventually pulled them free from her kicking legs. I then tossed them to the ground. I hopped off her as she continued to struggle. I unfastened her apron and used its ties and forcibly restrained her wrists behind her back. I flipped her onto her back, lent in and kissed her again. This time she kissed me back with a renewed passion. Using my right hand I penetrated her pussy with two fingers and proceeded to manually fuck her with great vigour.

With my fingers suitably moistened. I removed them and plunged one finger into her ass quickly followed by another.

I reached down with my other hand and with my thumb massaged her clit. I lent in and penetrated her with my tongue. Under this triple assault within a minute her hips started to buck and she was wracked by an orgasm. It hit with such force that I could feel her anal muscles as they contracted against my fingers.

Giving her no time to recover I turned her over, grabbed the lubricant and greased her ass. I plunged my cock into her. Giving her no time to adjust, I continued to thrust into her. Within half a dozen thrusts my balls now slapped against her ass cheeks.

She started to yell.

“Mon cul, mon cul.”

I lifted her dress higher and fully exposed her black garter belt. It was such a turn on as I fucked this poor little French maid Yvette. I really enjoyed the role play.

My body now connected with such force that each impact caused vibrations, that rippled out across her ass cheeks.

Yvette’s screams now became muffled as she bit down against the bed sheets. I continued my ass-ault against her. Within minutes my balls started to tighten, I pulled out. I now reached under her stomach and lifted her to her knees, her head still on the bed. I untied her wrists, her arms dropped to her sides.

I grabbed the lubricant and just squeezed some into to her very open asshole and massaged it in. I entered her easily, I made long deliberate strokes deep into her ass as I held her hips. I soon picked up the pace. I reached around and rubbed her very erect clit. She soon pushed my hand away and started to rub her clit.

With my hands free I reached for her suspenders and playfully twanged them against her ass cheeks. She now started to push back against each thrust. She actively started to fuck me. I now heard the familiar scream as her orgasm set in. I started to furiously fuck her until I bellowed and came deep in her.

When we recovered. We hugged and talked. I expressed how sexy she was and how I enjoyed fucking her while she remained nearly fully clothed.

She told me how much fun it was to play the indignant maid. She said how surprised she was when I tied her hands behind her back. Then admitted that she really liked it as it allowed her to fully submit to me.

She got up and pulled her dress off. There she was standing naked just wearing her stockings, suspenders and garter belt. She noticed that my eyes were on her. She walked over and raised her leg and placed her foot on the bed. Now with her pussy in close proximity I did what any man would do and reached for her. Just as my hand was about to reach its goal, she slapped my hand away. She then waved her finger from side to side and said.

”Naughty boy, you can look but don’t touch.”

She then unfastened one stocking and slowly slid it down her leg. Raised her other leg and did the same. She lowered her foot and turned away. She now unhooked her garter belt and it dropped to the floor. She then bent at the waist kept her legs straight and picked the garter belt from the floor. I was rewarded with a back view of her pussy as she bent over. She turned, reached out her hand and said. “Shower.”

She always liked to shower after sex. I must have been a dirty boy as we showered often. We never had sex again in the shower but I always enjoyed washing her. With the shower complete, I was now tasked with applying her moisturiser. It all served as part of the fore play for our next session. As I happily rubbed her cream in, spending extra time on her ass. I asked.

“Do you think Yvette will be back?”

She told me to wait out on the couch and give her 5 minutes.

I waited patiently for 10 minutes. I called out.

“What’s taking you so long.”

“Another minute.” Came the reply.

Good for her word, out trotted Yvette in her uniform. She looked at me and with a look of shock raised her hands to her cheeks and said, in her exaggerated french accent.

“Monsieur, you are naked.”

She emphasised naked and pronounced it neck-id.

“Get on with your work, wench.” I replied.

She resumed the dusting routine. As she worked around the room, she would every now and then bend at the waist, legs straight and pick up an imaginary item. She now stood in front of me and said.

“Monsieur, you are very dusty, allow me.”

I acknowledged her with a wave of my hand.

She started to gently dust my face, proceeded to dust down my neck, onto my chest. She lifted up an arm and dusted under my armpit. I nearly laughed, but composed myself. She resumed and dusted her way down my body until she reached my feet. I lost it and howled with laughter. I reached down and wrestled the duster from her hand.

“Your turn, Strip.” I commanded her.

Same shocked look as she brought her hands to cheeks.

“I couldn’t.”

“As you master, I order you.”

She reached back to undo her dress, instead of pulling it over her head she just removed her arms from it and let the dress slide down her body. As it reached the floor, she stepped out of it and kicked it away. I was incredibly turned on. I pointed to her knickers. They soon joined the dress on the floor. As she went to unclip a stocking. I told her to leave it. I pointed to the floor.

She lay back and fully submitted to me. I started to gently caress her with the duster. I proceeded up her thighs, across her stomach, around her breasts, lightly brushed her nipples. She squirmed as she tried to contain her laughter. I then started along her sides and up under her arms. Within a minute she writhed around on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter, as I dusted her. She begged.

“Merci, Merci.”

I soon relented and ceased her torture. I joined her on the floor. I entered her pussy and proceeded to fuck her at a furious pace. She soon clamped her legs around my waist and orgasmed.

I then grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bedroom. I sat her on the edge of the bed, pushed her back, grabbed her feet and raised them over my shoulders. I reached for the gel and roughly lubricated her ass. I found that if she had just orgasmed, I penetrated her more easily and she would thrust back immediately. I now quickly picked up the pace. I grabbed her thighs and now leveraged myself in deeper. She responded and started to rub her clit. One of her legs dropped from my shoulder and fell to the side. That now allowed me access to her pussy and I plunged two fingers in deep. Soon my fingers were fucking her pussy in unison with my cock in her ass. Within a few minutes she screamed her way through another orgasm. I continued to fuck her, she begged me to stop. I soon deposited my load in her and joined her on the bed.

She looked at me, her eyes wide and mouth open and said.

“Oh my God.....I loved it when you fingered me.” She took a few more deep breaths and continued. “I came so hard.”

I hugged her, we exchanged an “I love you.” And happily enjoyed the silence.