A Maid Story

Big Dick

It had been a long day and Paul was tired.   After a week of traveling and a full day of meetings, Paul was ready to unwind with his wife, Marie.   They were what many people might describe as soul-mates. They were best friends who shared their deepest, darkest secrets with one another and who regularly consulted with one another on a wide variety of topics. Their love life had suffered lately and had grown somewhat predictable but that didn’t bother Paul too much.   There was so much else that was good in their relationship that he could accept, though not always like, the relative lack of sexual play and exploration that had characterized their early days together.   Paul was eager to be home and to spend time with Marie.   As he opened the door he had the feeling that something was different than normal.   To start, there were only a few lights on in the house and he didn’t hear any of the normal “end of day”, “getting the meal ready” activities.   Once in the house, he took off his coat, hung it up in the hall closet and tossed his keys into the drawer in the front hall table.   It was then that he heard one of his favourite sounds and his heart skipped a beat.   He stopped in mid stride and listened carefully.   He heard it again.   It was the unmistakable sound of a lighter.   Could it be?     For Paul, smoking was extremely erotic and, he supposed, could be classified as a sexual fetish.   He loved to watch Marie smoke, particularly very long white cigarettes such as the Virginia Slim 120’s that he occasionally purchased while traveling in the US on business.   Paul also enjoyed smoking while engaged in sexual activities.   When he was out of town on business and was lonely for Marie, he occasionally masturbated and almost always enjoyed smoking while he did so.   He knew that smoking wasn’t healthy and neither he nor Marie smoked on a regular basis.   Paul ascended the stairs to the bedroom quickly.   As he did, he caught the scent of Marie’s perfume mixed in with the smell of cigarette smoke.   He had an instant erection!   His pace increased and within a couple of steps he was at the partially open bedroom door.   He opened the door very slowly, his heart pounding with excitement at what lay on the other side of the door.   Even before he opened the door he could see that the room was lit with candles.   Paul opened the door very slowly until he saw Marie, lying on the couch.   He couldn’t believe his eyes.   He had thought about this fantasy for literally years and now, it appeared, she was about to make it come true!   It was a big bedroom, with separate sitting area in which they had placed a couch.   Scattered around the bedroom were vases of fresh flowers and many long, tapered candles, his favourite kind of candle.   The candles were obviously new and very recently lit.   There was something virginal and slightly erotic about lighting new candles. The flowers were a mixture of roses and star gazer lilies.   Their senuous odour, along with Marie’s distinctive perfume and the cigarette smoke combined to make an erotic and seductive scent that Paul simply adored.   Marie was lying on the couch and he simply could not believe his eyes.   She was dressed in a black, silky corset whose cups were rolled down to expose her ample breasts.   Attached to the corset by four garters were black fishnet stockings and on her feet were black stilettos.   But it was what she was doing with her hands that captured Paul’s attention.   In one black gloved hand bahis siteleri was a long, white Virginia Slims 120mm cigarette which she slowly brought to her red lips. Once her lips were wrapped around it, she inhaled deeply, hollowing her cheeks as she did so.   She then tilted her head back slightly, closed her eyes and moved the cigarette slowly away from her mouth. Marie then opened her mouth slightly and let out a long, steady stream of smoke.   Paul moaned audibly and nearly came on the spot!   But it was what Marie was doing with her other hand that really caught Paul’s attention. To match her black outfit she was wearing a black strap on cock which she was stroking with her left hand.   Up and down as she smoked the cigarette.   Paul just stood in the middle of the room, staring at Marie.   He simply could not take his eyes off of her. After taking several drags on her cigarette, Marie invited Paul to get dressed and join her on the couch.   It was then that Paul noticed an outfit laid out on the couch that included his favourite white corset, a new pair of white stockings still in their package and a new pair of white pumps with 4 inch heels, something that he had always wanted.     For nearly 20 years Paul had explored his crossdressing desires, many times fighting the urges to dress in feminine attire and more than once purging his entire collection of female clothing.   It was only when he met Marie that he felt comfortable with his crossdressing fetish and he was so happy to have someone in his life with whom he could share it.   Marie was always surprising him with little gifts related to his crossdressing desires such as the new pair of white pumps sitting nearby on the couch.   They were patent leather, very plain, with an ankle strap.   He couldn’t wait to try them on.   As Paul was pondering his good fortune at having Marie in his life, she pointed out the maid’s outfit lying next to the corset and suggested to Paul that it was time to act out one of the maid stories that she was so fond of telling him. “Darling”, she cooed, “take your time getting dressed, enjoy all the sensations.   We have all evening, so there is no rush”.   She offered Paul a cigarette and lit it for him.   Paul started to get dressed.   As he did, Marie leaned back, lit another cigarette and continued to stroke her cock.   Paul put the cigarette up to his mouth and inhaled deeply.   Oh, it tasted so good.   He exhaled slowly, letting smoke waft from his mouth.   He placed the cigarette in the ashtray that Marie had placed nearby on the couch and started to get dressed by putting on his white satin corset. Marie had bought it for him several years ago and it was one of his favourite pieces of feminine attire.   When laying it out for him on the bed, Marie had placed his fake breasts in the cups of the corset.   They were foam breast prosthesis with latex nipples glued to them.   Paul longed for a more realistic silicone breasts but was quite content with the effect that his foam breasts created.     The corset felt wonderful as he slowly slipped into it.   He loved the tightness of the corset hugging his body. After a moment savouring the feel of the corset, Paul carefully inserted the foam breasts into each cup on the corset.   When he was finished, he let his hands linger on his breasts, enjoyed the sensation of feeling his own breasts.     Paul sat down on the couch and reached for his cigarette.   He tapped the cigarette to get rid of the excess ash canlı bahis siteleri and brought it again to his lips.   As he did so he noticed that Marie was doing the same.   He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she inhaled deeply, once again hallowing her cheeks as she did so.   Paul followed her lead and did the same.   They gazed deeply into each other’s eyes as they let the smoke slowly escape from their lips.   After exhaling, he put the cigarette back in the ashtray so that he could continue getting dressed.   The next item of clothing to which Paul turned his attention were the white stockings.   He carefully opened the package and removed the stockings to examine them.   They had wide lace tops, his absolute favourite style and the material was shiny, practically glowing in the candlelight. He rolled the first stocking carefully, placed his foot into it and slowly unrolled it up his right leg.   When the stocking was completely unrolled, he smoothed out the pretty lace top and attached it to the garter on this corset.   He always had a little trouble with the garters, so he had to concentrate on what he was doing.   After clipping both garters to the stocking, he paused, picked up his cigarette, and, looking back at Marie, inhaled deeply. He watched Marie do the same and gazed into her eyes as they both exhaled slow, steady streams of smoke at one another.   Paul returned to putting on his stockings.   When he finished, he stood up and slipped on the frilly while panties that Marie had chosen for him.   As with each piece of clothing that he donned, he delighted in the feeling of the fabric against his body.   Marie had strategically placed a full length mirror nearby and Paul caught his reflection in the mirror. “I’ve always been jealous of how good your legs look in stockings” Marie said with nervous giggle.    Paul reassured her that he found the look of her legs in the black fishnets and stiletto heels to be much more arousing.   Marie grinned and rewarded Paul with a sensuous inhale and slow exhale of cigarette smoke.   Standing beside the couch dressed in his corset and stockings, Paul admired himself in the mirror.   Behind him, Marie commanded “Watch yourself smoke”.   Paul immediately turned around, picked up his cigarette which was about half consumed, turned back to the mirror and took a deep drag, hollowing his cheeks as he had seen Marie do.   He exhaled slowly, letting smoke waft up about his face.   He felt warm and tingly as he did so.     It was now time to put on those new shoes, Paul thought.   He sat down on the couch, put the cigarette in the ashtray, and commenced putting on the white pumps.   He started with his left foot.   He slipped his foot into the shoe and then lifted his leg and crossed it over his right leg so that he could do up the ankle strap.   He repeated the same process with his right foot and then got up and walked around, passing by the mirror several times and admiring his new shoes each time that he did so.   During one pass by the mirror he picked up what we left of his cigarette and watched himself in the mirror as he took the last drag.   Paul was nearly finished getting dressed.   Marie had finished her cigarette and was now watching Paul as he finished changing.    “Time to turn into my maid for evening” she said with a wicked laugh.   Paul reached for his maid’s outfit on the couch and slipped it over his head.   It was a black satin dress, very short, with a crinoline underskirt, short, no sleeves and white canlı bahis lace trim across the bodice and along the skirt.   Accompanying the dress was a pair of black gloves and a maid’s cap.   He put those on as well. Paul just stood for a minute, with his eyes closed, taking in the sensation of being all dressed up, the skirt brushing up against his stockings.   Paul just loved how it felt to be all dressed up in female attire, the sluttier the attire the better.   He also enjoyed wearing makeup and putting on a wig to complete the outfit but Marie didn’t much like when he did that, so he didn’t push the matter.   He was just happy to have the person he loved most in the world share some aspect of his crossdressing fetish every once in a while.   “Light me a cigarette”, Marie demanded.   This command snapped Paul from his thoughts.   He picked up the cigarette package, shook it slightly until one cigarette protruded further out than the others and pointed the open end of the package at Marie.    Marie took the cigarette from the package in her black gloved hand and brought it to her lips.   Paul picked up the lighter from the couch and clicked it several times until it lit.   He then slowly brought it up to the cigarette.   As he did so Marie inhaled and the end of the cigarette glowed bright red.   Marie tilted her back slightly, Paul released the button on the lighter and Marie let out a slow, steady stream of smoke directly at Paul.     Although Paul was already hard, he could feel himself get harder as he watched Marie smoke.   She always had this effect on him.   It was fetish he didn’t fully understand but he was so glad that Marie was eager to indulge him from time to time.   And indulge, she did.   She could turn a single inhale and exhale in a delicious sexual act, one that never failed to excite Paul.   “As the maid, you are expected to look after my every need”, Marie commented.   She then did something somewhat unexpected.   She stood up, lifted Paul’s skirt, pulled down his panties slightly and started to rub her cock against Paul’s very wet, dripping penis.   Marie then pulled up Paul’s panties, put his skirt back in place and laid sat back down on the couch.   She spread her legs slightly and demanded, “Suck me!   My cock needs to be sucked and it is your job as the maid to look after my EVERY need”.   To say that Paul was surprised was an understatement.   He stood there for second, not quite sure what to do.   Marie sat back up, facing Paul, and smacked him on the ass.   “Kneel!” she commanded.   Again, Paul just stood there in total shock at what was happening.   Marie smacked him on the ass again.   “Kneel, maid!” she demanded.     This time, Paul did as he was told and kneeled in front of Marie.     Marie leaned back on the couch, inhaled deeply on her cigarette and let the smoke waft softly from between her red lips.   “Suck me, I’ll teach you how.   It is a skill that every maid should know.” she said, this time in a calm, cool voice.   Paul bent forward and moved his mouth towards Marie’s black cock.   “Lick it first”, she directed.   Paul complied.   As he did so he could hear the lighter snap and he looked up to see Marie lighting a second cigarette.   She handed this one to him.   “I want you to suck and smoke while I watch.   Start by inhaling deeply and then rub your lips over my cock while the smoke escapes from your lips” she commanded.   Shuttering with anticipation, Paul inhaled deeply on the cigarette and filled his mouth with smoke.   He then moved in close to Marie’s black cock and started run his lips up and down the shaft. He could taste his pre-cum on her cock, slightly salty and a little bitter.

İlk yorum yapan olun

Bir yanıt bırakın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak.


*