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 "MY FRENCH MAID"

   This story is a fantasy.  It involves pedophilia which is illegal in
most jurisdictions.  Don't try to act out these fantasies.  This story is
copyright 2013 by d_copperfeel.  --------

   After a couple of indiscretions on my part, my girlfriend showed me the
door and, after a couple of weeks in a cheap motel, I moved into a duplex
apartment that was located on a cul-de-sac with about 19 other duplex
buildings.  It was a fairly new brick building.  Two bedroom and two baths
with a patio in the rear and a one car carport.  Plenty of room for me to
live and room for an office where I could do my job as a website designer.
Occasionally I had to make a trip into the city for a meeting with a
client, but usually I could do my job at home.

   On Saturday afternoon, about a month after I moved in, I decided to
change the oil in my car.  I had already purchased the oil and filters from
a nearby parts store and I had my car pulled into the carport so that the
front end was in the shade and I still had room to move around in front of
the car.  I proceeded to get out my tools, my drain pan and some shop rags.
I had to jack up the front of the car in order to get access to the drain
plug.

   Everything went along well.  I got the old filter off and the new one on
and then crawled under the car to put the plug back in the oil pan.  As I
was screwing in the plug, I heard a young girl's voice speaking to me.

   "Can you give me ten dollars for cancer research?" she asked.  I looked
out from under the car and saw a pair of long smooth legs straddling a
bicycle seat.  She had on white linen shorts and I quickly spotted the line
of her panties showing through the fabric.  A loose fitting, plain white
teeshirt covered a lean torso and hid whatever breasts the girl might have.
Her face was pretty but not beautiful and she had shoulder length dark
blonde hair.  She appeared to be maybe 13 years old.  She had the front
wheel of her bicycle pulled up onto the concrete of the carport but the
rear wheel was still off in the grass.

   "Excuse me?"I said.  "What did you say?"

   "I said, Can you give me ten dollars for cancer research?" she replied,
showing me a slight and insincere smile.

   There was something about the request that just didn't seem right.  Most
people soliciting for a charity didn't tell you how much you had to donate.

   "Hang on just a minute until I finish up under hear," I told her.

   I tightened the oil plug and wiggled out from under the car.  I pulled
the drain pan out from under the engine and walked around to the side to
let the jack down.

   "You want ten dollars for cancer research?  Do you have any paperwork
that shows that your really taking up money for cancer research?  Most
charities have a list that the donors sign their names on."

   That threw her off a little.

   "I have it at home.  I can bring it back later," she replied.  I was
quickly suspecting a scam.

   I picked up a new bottle of oil and unscrewed the cap.  I leaned over
and started pouring it into the engine.  I turned to look at her.

   "You wouldn't be trying to bullshit me, would you?  Maybe scam me out of
ten bucks?"

   "No.  I need it for cancer research.  At school...."

   "Is that the American Cancer Society or the State Cancer Society?" I
asked, trying to get her to stumble over her own lie.

   "Uhh...the State Cancer Society?" she lied.

   I removed the empty oil bottle from the filler hole and replaced it with
a full one.  I turned toward her and leaned against the fender closest to
her.  I looked closely at her, trying to look her in the eye, but she
looked down and then out at the street.

   "I don't think the State has a cancer society.  I think you are trying
to rip me off.  Do you know that you can get in big trouble for trying to
scam people?"

   "I'm not.  If you don't want to give, then okay," she said and she
started to ride away.

   "Hmmm.  I wonder what this girl would do for ten bucks," I thought in my
horny thirty two year old mind.  This might be some fun.

   "Wait a minute," I said.  She stopped and looked back at me.

   "What do you really need ten dollars for?"

   "I told you.  It's for cancer research."

   "No.  I'm not buying that.  I think you just want ten dollars and you
are trying to bullshit me out of it.  Do you really want ten bucks?"

   "Yes."

   "Would you be willing to do a little work for it?"

   "What kind of work?" she asked.

   "You sweep and mop my kitchen and bathroom floors and load the
dishwasher and I will pay you ten dollars.  How about that?"

   She was puzzled by the unexpected offer and had to think it over for a
few seconds before answering,"Well.  Okay.  Sure...  I will do that for ten
dollars."

   "Fine.  Do you want to do it now or come back later?"

   "Okay.  Uhh...I can do it now.  For ten dollars."

   "Well, wait a minute until I finish this up and I will show you where
the broom and mop are located."

   I finished my oil change and showed her into the apartment.

   "What's your name?" I asked.

   "Terri," she replied.

   I showed her the closet where the broom and mop were located.  She took
them out and started to work, sweeping quickly but not very efficiently.  I
put some cleaner in a bucket and diluted it with water for her mopping.

   "Well Terri, my name is Roger.  Do you live on this street?" I asked
her.

   "Yes.  I live in 4-B with my Mom and her boyfriend."

   That was the second building on the right after turning onto the street.
I lived 4 buildings farther up the street and on the opposite side.

   I watched her body swaying back and forth as she mopped the kitchen
floor.  The hem of her teeshirt hung loosely away from her waist.  She had
a tight athletic little bum, not very mature but promising.  Her hips were
still narrow and lean, not much waistline.  When she finished the kitchen
floor I showed her one of the bathrooms and told her that she would only
have to do that one bath.  As she stood up straight, I could see the small
but developing breasts hiding under her cotton shirt.  She quickly mopped
the bathroom and returned to the living room.

   "Is that good enough?" she asked.

   "Yea, that's good.  Now just rinse off the dishes in my sink and load
them in the washer.  Do you know how to put in the detergent?"

   "Yea.  I have to do this at home, too."

   "Okay, just carry on with that." I walked into the living area and
turned on the television.  I didn't want to get too far away from her
because I had a feeling she might steal anything she could get her hands
on. She finished loading the dishwasher without incident, set the timer and
turned it on.

   "Alright.  Good job," I told her.  I pulled out my wallet and fished out
a ten.

   "Here you go.  I appreciate your efforts."

   She smiled wide at the sight of old Al Hamilton.

   "Do you like those?," I asked, knowing what the answer would be.

   "Sure, thanks for letting me have it."

   "Not a problem.  Would you like to earn another ten?"

   "Sure, what do I have to do?" she asked.

   "All you have to do is lift up your shirt and let me suck on your
nipples for a couple of minutes.  I will pay you another ten," I said, with
a sly smile, looking her straight in the eyes.

   She instantly blushed to red but still looked me in the eye.  She
started to inch her way towards the door.

   "I...I can't do that," she exclaimed.  "I can't." I knew she would be
reluctant but, again, she wasn't running for the door.

   "Why not.  That is easy money, don't you think?  Tax free," I was trying
to joke with her but of course she had no sense of what taxation even
meant.

   "Well, I don't know.  I don't think I can."

   "Sure you can.  You don't have to do a thing but just say yes.  I will
take care of everything after that.  I guarantee you will love it.  And
besides, the more you have them sucked, the faster they will grow."

   "I don't know...well, okay...Maybe...Maybe for just a minute.  But I
have to be home soon." I guess the prospect of another tenner broke through
the preteen modesty and brought her rebellious nature out.

   "Just give me a few minutes and you will really enjoy it.  Have you ever
let anyone suck on your titties before?"

   "No ..."she whispered.

   "The first time is always the best and I will be the best titsucker you
ever have.  Why don't you just take off your shirt and lie down on the sofa
and in a few minutes you will have another ten dollars.  Doesn't that sound
like a great deal?" No was not an acceptable answer now and I felt she was
starting to waiver toward the sofa.  She looked in my eyes again and slowly
pulled her T shirt over her head and off.  Her nipples were soft and pink
sitting on lean, muscular breasts.  The areolas were about an inch across
with a tiny nipple dead in the center of each.  I took her by the hand and
led her to the sofa.

   As she stretched out on the sofa she covered each nipple with her
opposite hand; a cross your heart hand bra.  I kneeled down on both knees,
bent over her stomach and began kissing at her navel and slowly licked and
sucked my way up until I was blocked by her hands.  I gently pulled her
hands away and my mouth found her left nipple.  It only took a couple of
tiny licks and a little nip with the teeth to get her nipple standing fully
erect.  It was small but easy to feel under the tongue and I did my best
with both my mouth and fingers to get her to heat up.  It wasn't long
before she was starting to moan a little and her stomach felt 10 degrees
warmer already.  She knew now that I hadn't lied because she was enjoying
ever new suck and bite.  Now she was rubbing my hair and gently pushing
against my shoulder in a feeble attempt to push me away.  I moved my lips
back to her navel, licking all around and up and down her navel then moving
my tongue down to her waistline and licked along the hem of her shorts.  I
pulled on her shorts enough to get my tongue down under her belt, just to
tease her.  She was almost sweating now so I decided that I had gotten my
ten dollars worth and, despite the disappointed and confused look on her
face, I stopped.

   "Okay, that should be ten dollars worth," I said.

   "Yea...Yea that should be good," she replied breathlessly and I could
tell that she would have enjoyed a bit more.

   "Thank you so much for doing the floors.  I might have some other work
for you in the future, if you are interested.  Would you like to come back
some evening and help me do my chores?"

   "I...I don't know.  Maybe.  For ten dollars?" she asked, still obviously
flustered by the sensations that had just been running through her virgin
body.

   "Sure.  Or more.  I don't make a whole lot of money, but I might be able
to pay you some more next week.  If you want to come and help me out.  Just
one thing though.  I think we need to keep this between you and me, don't
let your Mom know you are making money or she will probably want some it.
Don't you think?"

   "Yea.  I won't tell her.  She would probably take my money if she knew I
had it." she said.  I then showed her out to the carport and watched as she
mounted her bike and peddled away.

   "Hmmm.  I wonder what she would do for thirty?  Or fifty?" queried the
little devil in my brain.  Better play it cool and slow and see what
develops.

   The next couple of evenings, I sat out in the carport and watched to see
what I could learn about the folks at number 4-B.  I could easily see the
carport and the front of the apartment.  One evening I saw a large, black
man - over six feet tall and probably 290 pounds - come out to the car and
get into the driver's seat.  A moment later, a plump blonde woman came out
and locked the door behind her.  She got into the car and I watched them
drive away.  I know it's racist to think this way but I figured at that
time that the boyfriend was probably into drugs of some sort.  I wondered
just what kind of home life Terri had to endure and just what she might
have been subjected to already in her young life.  Whatever it was, it
probably wasn't any worse than the fantasies that I had been having about
her future.

   On Friday afternoon, just before five o'clock, I heard a rap on the back
door.  It was Terri.

   "Hi, do you need your floors mopped again?" she asked.

   "Yea, I guess so.  Come on in and we will get you started," I replied,
trying to sound a little hesitant but actually overflowing with happy lust
in my heart to see that she had returned.

   I got out the broom and handed it to her.  I got out the mop bucket and
filled it for her and then stood back and watched her sweep.  She was
wearing jeans today and a red teeshirt with her school's name across the
chest hung loosely on her slim body.

   "Did you have a good week in school," I asked as she worked.

   "School sucks.  I hate it."

   "Why do you hate school?  Do you have a problem with the other kids?"

   "I can't read good and the teachers give me a hard time.  And the girls
are prissy bitches.  I hate them."

   "I see.  I wasn't crazy about school myself but I managed to get through
it.  You have to have school if you are going to get a decent job when you
grow up."

   "Screw a good job," she said."I can sell dope and make a lot of money."

   "Yea, you can make good money until they catch you and put you in jail.
Then what?  How old are you anyway?"

   "I'm thirteen."

   "What school grade is that?" I knew that she should be in eighth grade
by now.

   "I'm in sixth grade.  I flunked a couple of years because I don't read
good."

   "I see." Yea I could see already that this girl was heading in the wrong
direction and being the unethical heel that I am, I was going to help keep
her going in the wrong direction.

   After she mopped the bathroom floor, I told her that I wanted her to
skip the dishes and, instead, vacuum the living room carpet.  I pulled the
vacuum out of my bedroom closet and brought it to the living room.  I
plugged it in for her and then sat on the sofa and watched as she swayed
back and forth, pushing the vacuum to and fro across the room. 
Occasionally, she would turn her back toward me and I could check out her
little ass in her tight, "skinny" jeans.  She made quick work of that
project and was soon ready to go.

   I went into my bedroom and found my wallet.  I pulled out a crisp, new
ten dollar bill and presented it to her as she waited in the kitchen.

   "Thanks,"she said."Can I come again next week?"

   "Sure, same time next week?  Would that be okay?"

   "Yea, probably."

   "If you can't make it on Friday evening, let me know and maybe you can
come Saturday afternoon instead."

   "Okay," she said and smiled."Thanks for helping me out."

   "Thank you!  I hate housework so you are helping me out."

   As she started out the door, I stopped her,"Look, I think you should
tell your Mom that you are coming here to clean up for me.  I wouldn't want
her to think that anything bad is going on here.  You know, if she wonders
why you are coming to see me."

   "She doesn't care.  She is usually drunk and doesn't know where I am at
anyway.  And Jay is stoned and drunk all the time too.  They were both
asleep when I left."

   "Well, I still think you should tell her."

   "If she tries to start trouble, I will call the police to them.  They
would take them to jail, so don't worry about what they think."

   Sounded like this little girl was in a bad situation and was being
forced to take care of her own needs.  Just the kind of girl who wouldn't
mind making some extra money.

   "Oh yes, I was about to forget.  Do you have time to make some bonus
money?"

   She looked at me thoughtfully and smiled, "Yea, I have time.  Do you
want to do what you did before?"

   "Yes, exactly," I replied.  "I think you liked that as much as I did."

   She giggled a little and smiled,"It felt good.  I did like it."

   "Well, why don't we just do a little bit of that again.  Or maybe a
little more?"

   "More?  Like what?" she looked at me suspiciously.

   "I will show you when the time comes."

   I took her by the hand and led her back to the sofa and she instantly
pulled off her shirt and lay down.  Again, I knelt beside her and went to
work on her bosom.  After her nipples were hard, I moved my kisses up to
her neck and ears and, finally, found her lips.  Just a couple of soft
pecks at first but then I pushed hard against her slim lips and forced my
tongue through where it was instantly met by her own tongue and we began to
wrestle with our tongues.  When I let up on her, she was breathless and
trying hard to recover.  I returned my attention to her sweet little tit
buds.

   I decided to take the initiative and started unzipping her jeans without
her consent."

   "Wait, what are you doing?" she asked incredulously.

   "I said I wanted to do more.  I want to lick your pussy today," I said
as matter of factly as I could, as though it was always assumed that today
I would lick her slit.

   "No...No I can't take off my pants.  You can suck my titties but I can't
do that." she protested.  If I hadn't known better I would have thought she
wanted me to stop but, since that was unthinkable, I pressed on with my
quest.

   "But, sweetheart, I just want to lick it and kiss it and make it feel
SOOO good for you,"I purred to her as I undid the button holding her pants
together at the waist.  I used my index finger to pull down the elastic
waist band of her light blue panties so that I could kiss that spot and let
my tongue wiggle on her low abdomen.

   She was getting fired up and confused all at the same time.  Her easily
excited teen body was screaming for more attention but her mind,
conditioned for so long by the attitudes of friends and family and adults
and children toward "dirty" sex, wanted to stop and still be the child that
she had always been.

   "Why don't we slide your jeans off now so I can get a good taste of your
little slit?" I asked her in a most reasonable manner but she still
protested.  "What if I offer you ten more?  That's thirty total.  If that
isn't enough, I will make it forty.  Forty dollars to lick your pussy, that
is more than fair, don't you think?"

   Her mind was dancing now, trying to calculate just how much better that
forty was than the twenty she was already promised.  Apparently that logic
registered quickly.

   "Well....okay.  You can do it.  But just for a couple of minutes."

   I smiled and decided to tease her a bit.  "I can do what?  What will you
let me do,"I asked as I licked on her right nipple and my right hand
slipped down to her panties and poked intrusively beneath them.

   "You can lick me.  You can lick me there."

   "Lick you where, Honey?  What do you want me to lick?  Do you want me to
lick your pussy.  Just say it, say lick my pussy and I will eat you out
until you scream.  Just say those words, darling, lick my pussy...."

   "Ohhhh, lick my pussy.  Please, please lick my pussy."

   I didn't keep her waiting as I knew that time was getting short and I
had to get her ready to go.  I quickly yanked her jeans down over her
tennis shoes and then snatched her panties down to her knees and dove head
first into her musky slit.  It tasted just a bit sweaty, the salt from her
body working its way out through her juices.  I was at a bad angle so I
stood up again and pulled her panties completely off of one leg.  I was
then able to get in between her thighs and take a look at her.  Her clit
was hooded but very evident and the inside of her cavity was bright pink.
She had just a tiny amount of wispy, newly grown pubic hair that fluttered
about when I exhaled my hot breath onto it.  Her juices had begun to flow
and I licked them up as they dripped out of her vaginal opening.  Terri's
breathing had become much deeper and more rapid than before and her body
was writhing and twisting as she softly murmured to herself.

   "Get down here on the carpet," I commanded her and she slid off the
couch onto the floor.  Now I was able to fully access her love hole and I
plunged my tongue deep inside her.  Her knees jumped into the air, giving
me a better to angle to work from, and she let out a lusty moan.  Her
juices were already wetting the carpet and I licked and sucked on her clit
until her body was getting very hot.

   I moved my mouth back to her nipples and let my fingers work on her
greasy slit.  I could tell she was getting close to her release.

   "Put your hand down there and keep rubbing," I told her and she did as
instructed.  I moved my mouth to her mouth and kissed her deep and long. 
When I pulled my tongue out of her mouth she was gasping for breath,
panting hard and her hair was getting wet with sweat.  I was looking at her
eyes when they rolled upwards and her body began to shake from the force of
her orgasm.  In a few moments, it was all over and she smiled at me and
pulled me down to kiss her lips again.

   "How was that?" I asked.

   "Oh my God, that was so good.  I never felt anything like that before.
It was so good."

   "I thought you would like that," I said as my hand continued a slow and
easy massage of her clit.

   "Oh God, that was so good," she said again as she smiled and stretched
her arms out above her head.  "But, I have to go now."

   I helped her to her feet and she sat down on the couch and got dressed.

   "So, will you come back next week and do my floors again?" I asked as
she was walking toward the carport door.

   "Sure, I hope so," she said.  Then she stopped and reached up and put
her right hand behind my head.  I got the message and went in for another
deep, soulful kiss.  She sighed lightly as I opened the door and let her
out.

   The entire next week I had a hard time concentrating on my work.  All I
could think about was that sweet tight pussy and I wondered if the next
time might be the right time to shoot some cum inside her.  I didn't want
to scare her off but she had given me a bad case of blue balls and I really
wanted to give her some cum.

   Friday night finally arrived and, like clockwork, she knocked on the
door a little after five.  She was wearing a pair of jeans again, this time
with a light blue polo shirt.

   "Hi,"she said.  "Do you need your floors mopped again?"

   "No, dear," I replied.  "I don't think we need to waste time on that, do
you?"

   She smiled and then spoke,"I have a problem this week.  I got my period
a couple of days ago.  Do you still want to suck on my nipples or should I
just mop the floors?"

   That sort of messed up my plans because I didn't care to lick her pussy
while it was bleeding but I had another plan in mind anyway.

   "Come sit on the sofa with me and we will just play a little bit," I
said to her.  So we sat on the sofa with her to my left side and I started
out by kissing her ear and neck and lips; I pinched her nipples through her
shirt and then put my hand under her shirt where I stroked her abdomen and
then moved up to caress her breasts.  Her breasts actually felt like they
had grown a little in the last week, so I pulled her shirt up to have a
look and a nibble.

   "Beautiful," I whispered to her.  I decided it was time to try something
new so I unzipped my shorts and pulled my already erect cock out; I pulled
her right hand over and placed it on my cock.  Her fingers instantly
grasped it and began to slow move up and down on the shaft.  "Oh yea,
Terri. That is great.  Keep doing that, darling."

   After a couple of minutes of her massaging my pole, I had to ask the
question,"Terri, will you suck it for me?"

   "Suck your dick?" she asked, with a bit of hesitation in her voice.

   "Yes,dear.  I can't suck you but you can suck me, right?"

   "I...I...I guess I could," she replied.

   "Of course, you can.  That would be so great if you could do that for
me."

   "Well, okay.  I guess so."

   I told her to kneel down in front of me and to take my cock into her
mouth.  She was a bit tentative at first, just barely licking on the shaft,
but then she took the glans into her mouth and began to suck in earnest. 
She soon got into a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, not taking it in
very far but doing an excellent job of stimulating the head.  My cock was
getting very stiff now and I could feel the jism building up in my codsack.
Soon the pressure was building inside my shaft and I put my hand behind her
head and pushed her down so she could take all of my throbbing cock into
her sloppy wet mouth.

   "Oh God, Terri, please keep going.  That is so great...you are such a
wonderful girl," I lavished praise on her for the amazing sensations she
was causing inside my body and brain.

   The time of my explosion was getting close.  I showed her how to stroke
the shaft with her hand while sucking and licking just on the head.  Two
minutes later I pulled her head down all the way until her nose was in my
pubic hair and launched a big load of sperm down her throat.  She fought to
get up and gagged a little but I didn't let her get away before I shot
another load into her.  I then let her loose just in time for the third
load to hit her just below her left eye and start to run down her face.

   "Keep stroking it, Terri.  Get it all out, darling," I pleaded with her
and she did as I asked, stroking all the while that my sperm was running
down over her hand.  Apparently, she liked the taste because she went back
to sucking until the last drop was emptied out onto her tongue.  She then
licked my balls for a few seconds and laid her head down on my lap.  I was
totally spent.

   "Oh, Terri, that was wonderful.  We should have done that two weeks
ago."

   She looked up at me and smiled, then licked the tip of my dick again. 
Then it occurred to her that we had never discussed how much money she
should make today.

   "Hey, how much money is that worth?" she asked.

   I just smiled and told her that I thought it was worth at least ten
bucks to which she scoffed and said,"No way.  That should be worth a lot."

   I pulled my wallet out and found a crisp fifty dollar bill that I was
keeping just for her."Here, is this enough?"

   She was very surprised to see the Grant and smiled from ear to ear. 
"That's great!  I would do it everyday for that."

   I pulled her up off her knees and got her to straddle my lap; I hugged
her tight and kissed her neck and ears again, but I avoided her spermy
lips. "I have something very special in mind for you next time.  Do you
trust me now?"

   "Yes, I trust you.  What will we do next time?"

   "It's a big surprise.  You will have to wait and see," I teased.

   "I wish I could just stay here with you.  I could suck you everyday and
night," she said in the most sincere tone of voice.

   "Yes, dear, that would be so great," I said.  "But, for now, I think you
need to head back home.  So we are on for next Friday, then."

   "What about tomorrow night?" she said.  "I can come back tomorrow and we
can do it again."

   "That would be great but I don't want your parents getting suspicious.
Did you ever tell her that you were cleaning my house for me?"

   "No, I haven't told them anything.  I just tell them I am going to visit
my friend and they are usually so stoned that they don't care where I go or
when I come back."

   "I see.  Well I can't afford another fifty tomorrow so we'll have to
wait until next week," I told her.

   "I don't want more money.  I just want to suck you again," she said.  So
I agreed that she could come back and, to make a long story short, the next
day's blowjob was even better than the first.

   Again, I spent my time the next couple of days thinking about what a
wonderful little sex toy I had found and planning for next Friday's hookup
when I had in mind to break through her hymen and introduce her to the
ecstacy of real sex.  On Tuesday, I was called to come into the city for a
series of meetings with some clients and I ended up spending the night in a
motel near downtown.  When I returned home Thursday, I met with extreme
disappointment.  As I rode past her apartment, I noticed that the place
looked deserted and, upon further investigation, I found that she and her
parents had apparently moved out the day before.  I was so downtrodden and
heartbroken that I went straight to the liquor store and bought a bottle of
bourbon which I consumed entirely that night, drinking away my heartache.

   I never did hear from her again and I have no idea to where they moved
but I am sure of one thing: some lucky guy out there has got himself a hot
and horny teenage girl who is willing to make him the most sexually
fulfilled man in the world.

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