French Maid

French Maid
Written by: Lliandrin
"A shy girl loses her inhibitions - ( Hardcore )"
Fear and nerves twisted her stomach and were both reflected in her wide blue eyes. Never had she looked more innocent or more seductive. Her dark hair with its wispy blonde highlights was just chin length surrounding her face like a silky frame. Her eyes were outlined in black eyeliner and on her lids was a smoky smudge giving her the appearance of a seductress. This image was at once at odds with the rest of her. Her timidity was apparent, she desperately wanted to please, and that was reflected as well in her face and her stance.
Pink tinged her cheeks although if it was cosmetic enhancement or her nervousness that caused it was anyone’s guess. Her full lips were lightly tinted with a shiny pink gloss; they were slightly opened giving a teasing glimpse of her sweet pink tongue flicking anxiously over her front teeth. Her neck was long and slender around it a bit of fabric, a black ribbon trimmed in white lace wrapped around the column snugly. This was just the first part of the outfit she had chosen for this night.
As she walked slowly toward the bed where he lay back gazing admiringly at her, her steps faltered and her uncertainty threatened to cause her to turn and leave. He saw that she was in danger of fleeing and smiled at her reassuringly. “You look incredibly sexy,” he breathed quietly his desire apparent in the bulge beneath the quilt that was pulled up slightly past his waist.
She smiled shyly and his cock tightened even more. He had known her intimately for a long time and was still amazed at her innocence and its affect on him. No one could have been wilder in bed when she lost all control or more restrained and shy before that point. In public she was the epitome of a lady and in the dark a harlot couldn’t hold a candle to innate expertise. The beginning of something new though was always the best. From the start until she became comfortable with the idea, or so aroused her inhibitions were lost; she was deliciously sweet and naïve.
He continued the appraisal of her body. Her smooth shoulders were bare save for tiny black spaghetti straps that clung to them. They supported a see through black lace teddy that showed off her curves to perfection. She had extremely large and surprisingly firm breasts that were barely contained within the flimsy garment. Her nipples were hard and faintly visible through the nearly sheer fabric. Around her trim waist was tied a frilly white gauzy apron. The perfect accent to an erotic French maid’s uniform. It ended just under her crotch giving a teasing glimpse of her pubic mound through it.
Around each slender wrist were lacy white cuffs with a bit of black accent ribbon. Her legs were long and lean; they were toned and tanned slightly. The bare length of them led his eyes down to her naked feet. Her toenails were neatly painted a blood red color. All in all this was the sexiest he had ever seen her save for their wedding night when his love had clouded all else.
“Come here,” he demanded in a silky smooth whisper causing goose bumps to pebble her arms and legs and her nipples to thrust even harder against the flimsy material. She moved to lower herself to the bed, modestly crossing her arms across her chest. He reached out his hand as she did so and caught hers pulling it from her body. “You’re beautiful don’t cover up I want to see you.”
She swallowed quickly and her cheeks flamed. She never made love in the light if it could be avoided and he had made her keep the lights on this night, he knew that added to her discomfort but he had to watch her. Her sultriness and pureness seemed to call to his cock and caress it through no physical contact. Just seeing her there before him, on the bed now, leaning above him made him feel like losing control.
She shyly moved so that she was straddling his waist, her lace covered pussy nestled firmly against his raging hard on. She could feel the steely heat of him and felt moistness flood her own nether regions. She loved him so much and wanted to be the one to fulfill all of his fantasies. Taking a deep breath she put her hesitancy to the back of her mind and bent her head to tenderly kiss his lips, the sides of his mouth and down both sides of his neck. He tasted faintly of sweat and the tangy bite of soap.
He caught her head in one hand and turned her ear to his mouth. “If you want to keep your job Maid, then you better show me how much you want it.” He hissed quietly and then lightly shoved her head back. At first she didn’t understand exactly what was going on but quickly realized that this must be a part of his fantasy, to force the young maid to fuck him or lose her job.