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Archive name: french.txt (MF, rom, oral, fant, costumes)
Authors name: Lucious Lexi (lucious_lexi@hotmail.com)
Story title : French Maid, The

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The  (MF, rom, oral, fant, costumes)
by Lucious Lexi (lucious_lexi@hotmail.com)

***

Peter comes home to find his girlfriend has been replaced 
by a French Maid... and he has some interesting 
experiences with her. 

***

It had been a mundane Friday. The desire to stay curled 
up in bed beside his girlfriend had been strong - he had 
little to no desire to go out in the cold Boston winter. 
But he had gone in and gotten through a very boring 
morning. After his lunch break, he returned to the office 
to find he had 5 new messages. "Porn, Credit card debt, 
porn, memo...Jane?" Why would his girlfriend have emailed 
him halfway through the day? He opened up the email and 
quickly scanned it 

Hey baby, I'm going out shopping this afternoon so I 
won't be home when you get back. You're gonna have to fix 
yourself dinner, but I'll be home after that and we'll do 
something together, promise. Love you!

He sighed. After such a dull day all he wanted to do was 
curl up with Jane and have a relaxing weekend. But he was 
willing to deal; it wasn't often that she left him to 
fend for himself. 

Later.

He opened the door to their apartment. Something smelled 
good. Really good. 

"Jane?"

There was no answer, but there was definitely someone 
messing around in the kitchen. He put his jacket down and 
placed his camera bag on the ground next to the bench in 
the hallway.

He glanced into their small kitchen. There was a woman 
there, dressed in one of those French maid costumes they 
sell around Halloween. She had on black fishnet stockings 
and heels, and was busy with the pots and pans on the 
stovetop. 

"Um, hello?" 

The woman turned around, startled. Even in costume he 
could recognize his girlfriend. "Ah, Mr. Schwartz! I am 
so glad you are home! Your girlfriend, she is out for the 
evening, but she asked me to take care of dinner and any 
other special. ah, needs you may have!" 

She was using a ridiculous fake accent, but he had to 
admit the low cut costume was very sexy. He looked her 
over a few times, and decided that whatever crazy game 
she had in mind for the evening was sure to be enjoyable. 

"Sounds great, what's your name?"

"You can call me Marie. Dinner will be served in a little 
while. Now go and sit and make yourself comfortable."

Peter went and sat down on the couch and turned on the 
TV. He was only half-watching, while the other part of 
his mind was imagining his sexy girlfriend in (and out 
of) the costume. "Mr. Schwartz? Your dinner is ready."

He walked into the kitchen and had a seat. The lights 
were turned down and there were candles lit, but only one 
place was set. However, no food was at the place yet. He 
sat down and waited for "Marie" to enter. She came in, 
carrying a plate full of pasta. 

She placed it on the table, and began to serve him, 
making sure to give him plenty of time to look down the 
front of her low cut top long enough to see the black 
lace bra that was barely holding her breasts in place. 
Then she unfolded his napkin and placed it on his lap, 
very gently grazing the front of his pants, but was 
enough to send an impulse through Peter's body and make 
him shiver. "Is monsieur cold? Would you like something 
warm to drink?" 

"Um, no, I'm fine thank you." She stood up, and began 
cleaning the small kitchen area. While the pasta was only 
mediocre, the view was wonderful. Every once in a while 
she would bend over just far enough so that he could see 
the top of her thigh high fish net stockings, and long 
enough to realize that the panties she wore matched the 
very sexy bra he had earlier seen. He had difficulty 
concentrating on his meal, and at some point managed to 
spill some of the sauce on the front of his pants.

"Oh monsieur! Let me clean that up for you before it 
stains!" She quickly wet a small dishtowel, and knelt 
between his legs. She bent over his crotch and began to 
gently rub at the pasta sauce there. The sight of her on 
her knees in front of him, and with such a great view 
down the front of her top, was too much for him, and he 
felt himself start to get hard. She continued to clean 
the sauce, but not much was happening. "Oh monsieur, I do 
believe we will need to wash these immediately. Please, 
take them off for me."

He felt a little foolish, taking off his pants in front 
of someone pretending to have never met him. But he was 
willing to play any game she had in mind, and so he stood 
up and removed his pants and handed them over. There was 
a slight breeze through the room, and he felt a little 
chilly standing in his boxers. She was still on her knees 
in front of him, examining the stain. She glanced up at 
him and said "Monsieur, I do believe you have quite the 
problem."

"You don't think the stain will come out?"

"Oh I'm sure the pants will be fine, I was referring to a 
more. ah, physical problem you seem to be suffering 
from!" She placed the pants on the ground, and with her 
right hand she slowly traced up the inside of his leg to 
his thigh, and then over the front of his boxers. 

"Madam Jones said that you had a rather voracious sexual 
appetite and I should do whatever I could to satisfy your 
desires.so anything you wish me to do, all you need do is 
ask!" 

With one hand she stroked his inner thigh, with the other 
she massaged the ever-increasing bulge in the front of 
his boxers. While the sensation was nice, Peter realized 
that he could be much more comfortable. "Why don't we 
continue this in the other room?" he asked.

"Of course monsieur" was her reply. She stood up and took 
his hand and led him into the living room. There, she had 
him sit back down on the sofa and once again kneeled in 
between his legs. Her hands quickly resumed their 
previous activity, and the feeling of her softly drawing 
her nails against his skin sent shivers up and down his 
spine. 

"Now monsieur, before we can eliminate this problem of 
yours, we must first make you more comfortable. Shall we 
remove your shirt as well?" 

She brought her self up on her knees and pulled his shirt 
off of his body so he sat on the couch in only his very 
sexy swordfish boxers. As she returned to her seated 
position on her knees, her breasts rubbed against the 
head of his cock that was currently straining against his 
boxers and causing quite the visible lump. Again he 
shivered in anticipation of things to come. 

"Ah, I see that monsieur enjoys the feeling of my breasts 
against his cock.perhaps it would feel even better with 
less material in between, no?" she said with a wink.

It was all he could do to nod. She stood up and reached 
behind her. The first thing to be removed was the white 
apron that was tied around her waist. As she moved her 
body to a beat only she could hear, she reached behind 
her to unzip the flimsy costume. She pulled her arms out, 
but continued to hold the dress against her body.

Very slowly, she dropped the dress so it lay in a heap on 
the floor. She was wearing the black lace bra and 
panties, but he had been unaware that she was also 
wearing a garter belt to hold the fishnet stockings in 
place. He had never seen her in one before, and he found 
it quite alluring.

She came over to the couch and straddled his body, 
placing her warm pussy on top of his rock hard cock. She 
lowered her lips to his, and kissed him slowly but 
deeply. Her tongue entered his mouth and pressed against 
his own. Her hands were on his shoulders and moved up to 
his ears and face and then down to his chest and stomach. 

Finally she brought her mouth off of his, but quickly put 
it back on his face, tracing a line with her tongue to 
his ear and then down his neck. Using her lips tongue and 
teeth, she descended upon his neck, kissing, licking, 
sucking, and biting until Peter could barely concentrate 
on anything except the sensations in his neck. Then she 
traced up his neck to his ear, where she unleashed a 
similar torture. 

His mouth was dry from being open for so long and gasping 
for breath. After a few moments of this, she removed her 
lips from his ear and kissed his cheek, down to his chin, 
and over to the other ear, where she did the same thing.

By this time Peter desperately needed the feeling of her 
lips on his, and he grabbed her shoulders forcefully and 
pulled her to him. He tried to run his hands up and down 
her sides, but she grabbed his hands and kept them in 
place next to his body.

She removed herself from his lap, and again placed 
herself in between his legs on the ground. She kissed his 
chest, gently sucking on first his right nipple, and then 
moving over to his left. She kissed all the way down his 
stomach, gently caressing his sides with her fingertips.

When she reached his belly button, she stopped. She could 
feel his erection against her breasts and she smiled up 
at him. "Well monsieur? This is your night.what would you 
like?" 

His eyes had been closed while she had sent waves of 
pleasure through his entire body, and he now opened them 
to stare down at her. "First I would like you to remove 
your bra. Then I would like you to remove my boxers. And 
then.well, I'm sure we'll come up with something" he said 
with a wink.

She immediately went to work, first unhooking her bra and 
freeing her breasts, then reaching over to pull his 
boxers off of him. At the sight of his freed cock, she 
could no longer contain herself. She leaned forward and 
placed her tongue on tip of his head. She made slow 
circles around the head, careful not to take it into her 
mouth yet. 

Abruptly she stopped, and pulled back. Her head lowered, 
and he could feel her warm mouth taking his balls into 
her mouth. She pulled on them gently, while grasping his 
hard shaft with her right hand and stroking him up and 
down. The sensations running through his body were 
incredible. 

Again she stopped her luxurious torture, and where her 
warm mouth had once been was now a warm hand. She 
continued to slowly jerk him off with her other hand, 
while she traced the ridge that ran from the base of his 
cock to the head with her tongue over and over again. 

Finally, she wrapped her lips around the head of his 
member and took as much of him into her mouth as 
possible. She could feel his head touching her tonsils 
and she began to move up on down, while increasing the 
suction around the base. She knew that he could only take 
so much of this, and as his hips began to move 
instinctively and he began to thrust himself further down 
her throat she knew his orgasm was approaching. 

She could feel his balls begin to tighten up, and she 
increased her speed to match his. Just as he was about to 
orgasm she pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked 
him off to completion. His cum covered her chest and 
hand, and there was even a little near the corner of her 
mouth. Finally, when he was through, she leaned back over 
and licked him clean. She sat back on her heels and 
stared up at him, as he attempted to catch his breath. 

"That was.acceptable, monsieur?"

"Yeah.yeah, acceptable Jan..er, Marie" he managed to 
respond. "Come here please"

She rose from her seat and sat down next to him on the 
couch. "Yes monsieur?"

He could see that she was really into the part she was 
playing. "Well, after Jane does that for me, I like to 
cuddle for a few minutes. And since she isn't here, 
you're going to have to be the next best thing." 

He pulled her closer to him, and she placed her head on 
his shoulder. His arm was around her shoulders, and he 
absent-mindedly played with her hair. He was fighting the 
urge to take a quick nap before doing anything else, but 
decided against it. He turned to her and kissed her, 
hard. His tongue entered her mouth, gently sucking on her 
tongue until she was returning the kiss with the same 
intensity. 

He slowly brought his other hand around and placed it on 
her side. He traced the lines of her body with his 
fingers, running up and down her sides in a way that he 
knew she loved. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her 
body and turned her so she was lying on the couch across 
his lap. She looked up at him in surprise, not knowing 
what to expect. "I believe I have a favor to return" he 
said with an evil grin. She sat up and protested.

"Monsieur this evening was about you, and your pleasure. 
Not mine, you owe me nothing."

"That is where you're quite wrong.giving you pleasure 
will give me pleasure, so you're just going to have to 
take it." This time he lowered his mouth to hers to stop 
any further protesting. 

But she was done, and wrapped her arms around his neck 
and returned the kiss with the same intensity. He moved 
so he was on top of her, and began to stroke her body. 
Her nipples were hard and pressed against his chest. Her 
breathing had quickened and he could feel every breath as 
she pressed herself closer to him. He took his lips off 
of hers and began to kiss her neck and collarbone. 

He went all the way to her shoulder, and than began his 
slow journey back up, going past her cheek and ending up 
on her ear. He sucked gently on her earlobe, and gently 
bit down. He felt her shudder beneath him in ecstasy. 
Finally he released her, and moved over to repeat the 
performance on her other side. This time when he was 
done, he drew a line with his tongue over to the center 
of her neck and began his journey downward. His goal was 
to place his lips, tongue, and teeth on every centimeter 
of skin that he could, while his hands continued to rub 
her sides and stomach.

 Just as he reached her right breast, he drew up quickly 
and kissed her firmly on the mouth. The feeling was 
unexpected, but very welcome. He pulled back and looked 
down on her, smiling. He sat back and began massaging the 
underside of her breasts. His fingers slowly went around 
in circles, each time getting smaller and smaller, until 
his thumb and his second finger were pinching her hard 
nipples.

 He leaned down to take first the left one and then the 
right nipple into his mouth and gently bite down on them, 
running his teeth against their tip for a moment before 
releasing and moving on to the other. He continued to do 
this for quite a few moments, alternating breasts, while 
she shivered with pleasure. 

Finally he had enough of her glorious breasts, and 
journeyed even farther south, first to her bellybutton, 
continuing lower so that he could massage her inner 
thighs. His mouth was above her pussy, and while she 
still wore the black lace panties, he could clearly see 
that her slit was dripping and she was exceptionally wet. 
He gently blew, the cold air causing her again to shiver, 
and he looked up to see her eyes closed, mouth open, and 
ready to groan in pleasure. He reached up, and gently 
pulled away at the panties. 

She lay there on the couch, wearing only the garter belt, 
fishnet stockings, and heels she had worn while cooking. 
He got up off of the couch, and turned her so that she 
was half sitting, half lying on the couch facing him. He 
knelt between her knees, and from this close up viewpoint 
he could see (and smell) how very turned on his 
girlfriend was at this point. He began by running his 
fingers up and down her inner-thighs each time getting 
closer to her core. 

All the while he blew cool air on her clit, the sensation 
causing her to shiver in delight. He placed his tongue on 
her inner-thigh and began tracing the lines his fingers 
had first drawn on her skin, each time getting closer and 
closer to her dripping pussy. 

Just as he was about to place his tongue against her 
slit, he moved back down to the inner thigh of her other 
leg, and began the torturous process of teasing his 
girlfriend into oblivion again. All this time she had 
been moaning and panting in anticipation for the pleasure 
she was about to receive. 

Finally, he slid his tongue up her slit, starting at the 
base and moving up towards her sensitive clit. Upon 
reaching the clit he pulled it into his mouth and with 
his tongue flicked it back and forth. She felt as if her 
body was on fire. 

It was as if she was climbing a mountain and was 
desperate to reach the top, knowing that sweet release 
would be hers upon arrival. She pressed down against his 
mouth, loving the sensation of his mouth on her clit, but 
needing more. "Please. I need. I need something inside 
me." It was easy for him to slide his middle finger 
inside of her sopping pussy. He pressed against the top 
wall of her love canal and she gyrated against him. 

While it felt good, it wasn't what she needed. 
"Please.something bigger..I want to feel you inside me.I 
want your hard cock inside my wet pussy..please?" This 
time she opened her eyes and looked at him, begging for 
the release only he could give her. 

With one final pull, he released his hold on her clit, 
and removed the finger that was buried deep inside her. 
He moved up and kissed her mouth hard. At the same time 
he slid his hard cock inside of her, and began to move in 
and out. She was in heaven. He reached down between them 
and paled his thumb on her clit, knowing it would help 
get her to orgasm. 

He could sense that it was close, due to her ragged 
breath and racing pulse, but he wanted to make sure. He 
continued to press on her clit as he moved inside her 
until he could feel her body release as the orgasm 
struck. It was at this moment that he chose to abandon 
any control he had and released his hot seed deep within 
her the muscle contractions of her orgasm made it feel as 
if he were being pulled deeper and deeper into her warm 
moist hole. Finally, when both of their bodies were done, 
he kissed her again. "Are you Jane again?" 

She was too tired to continue the part "Yeah..have fun 
tonight?"

"Oh yes a wonderful time."

She turned to him, and as the two of them sat there, 
still connected she kissed one cheek, and then the other, 
and told him how much she loved him. How he meant the 
world to her, and how lucky she felt have him in her 
life. 

Finally after a few minutes he slid out of her, and the 
two of them cuddled up on the couch, and fell asleep, 
wrapped in each other's arms.

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