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By Lucious Lexi (lucious_lexi@hotmail.com)

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.