Maid To Love...Holding her hips, I pulled her down and at the same moment raised up. Like a sword sliding into its custom made scabbard, I went into her. It was marvelous. Her wet insides lubricated my taut skin and made the fucking motion easy. Up and down I moved, sending sparks of joy through both of us. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I helped her to her feet again and once more we exchanged positions. Once back in the chair, my cock rigid with excitement, I pulled Olga towards me and had her straddle the arms. Since the chair was thickly padded, she was able to get into a comfortable posture that had her love gash centered directly over me. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...She took me into her mouth and began to suck away. It was heavenly. So much that I had to pull out. Her lips making a smacking sound as I did so. "Stop," I said, struggling to stop her caresses. "You'll make me cum in your hands." "Alright, sir," she sounded sad. "But we'll have to see to that another time." Now there was a sweet promise. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...When she finally settled down and released her hold on me, it was with a soft, contented sigh. "Crikey, that was so nice, Mister Ambrose. Now will you be fucking me up good?" I laughed and jumped to me feet. My erection was huge and straight, pointing right at her. Olga leaned forward and took hold of it. She brought her head forward and lightly kissed the head of my engorged willy. It sent shivers through me. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...No lie there. I was enjoying myself completely. This lasted of all five minutes before her orgasm came on her. Olga let out a high shriek and clamped her lovely legs tightly around my head, her body rocking uncontrollably as each new wave of sensual pleasure swept over her. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...Olga went wild, her body vibrating fiercely under my oral attention. Gasp after gasp escaped her throat and she took hold of my head with both her hands, forcing it down. Urging me on with her calls, "Oh yes, it's wonderful, sir. So very good." ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I dove into her like a starving fool. Holding her inner thighs, my mouth clamped onto her pussy and my tongue slid into the wet folds of her vagina. Like a cat lapping milk, my hungry tongue ravished her. Lick after frantic lick, I devoured her honey both with vigor, driving my tongue deeper and deeper with each new stroke. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I took one quick sniff at the lace underware before tossing them onto my crumpled housecoat. "Put your legs up on the arms of the chair," I directed. She complied eagerly, the motion raising her maid's skirt up to her tummy and fully exposing her tantalizing, moist cunt. "Oh, Mister Ambrose. Do it! Eat my snatch." ...to be continued
Maid To Love...As quickly as I began the embrace, I pulled away. Taking her by shoulders, I moved us around so that she was standing with her beautiful legs against the padded chair. Next I went down to one knee before her, lifted her skirt and took hold of her damp panties. I yank them down her legs easily and she skillfully raised each leg to free herself of them. I pushed her back into the chair. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...The time was foreplay was indeed over. I removed my wayward hand from her lingerie and indicated she move away. This done, I rose, peeling off my lounging jacket and tossing it aside quickly. I took Olga in my arms and pulling her into me tightly, kissed her for all I was worth. My mouth forced her sweet lips apart and my tongue went to feverish work inside her mouth. All the while my hands roamed over her backside and mashed her plump posterior crazily. Her entire body squirmed happily against me. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...Clearly the girl was enjoying my attention as much as was I in providing it. A twinge from my own anatomy indicated that my own sexual awakenings were manifesting themselves in the shape of the rock hard bulge rising from my lounge pants. I reached down with my left hand and peeled back the crotch to grasp my penis and bring it out into the open. It was stiff and erect, its tip aiming upward toward the vagina only inches above. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I slipped the finger up inside her and she shivered, both her hands pulling her skirt up to allow me freer assess. I took in her black lace panties, with a floral lace edge, her soft pink skin exposed between them and the bottom of her matching corset with the attached garter snaps that held her stockings. And of course my right hand lost beneath the panties as I continued to probe her with my moving finger. "Oh yes, my Lord. Deeper, if you will...AAGHH." ...to be continued
Maid To Love..."And what do you do when you have these dreams, Olga?" I pulled the fabric aside gently and probed with my index finger, immediately knowing her to be wet. "I play with myself, your Lordship. Dreaming it's yourself loving me all over. Ah." ...to be continued
Maid To Love..."I've often had dreams about your touching me like this, Mister Ambrose," she gasped. "You have?" "Yes sir. Your hands exploring my body just like this; feeling me all up. Touching my secret places. OOO, yes. Right there." My exploring fingers were pressing against the lace fabric of her panties, feeling the tangle of pubic hairs beneath the fabric. I rubbed the spot hard and Olga shivered. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I could feel the heat emanating from her inner thigh as I my fingers found the hosiery top and a garter snap. I pulled at it gently. Olga reached down and put her hand on my wrist, urging my hand further under the cotton of her skirt. I looked into her sparkling blue eyes and she smiled, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...Emboldened by her obvious approval, I slipped my hand carousingly over her knee and across her upper thigh. "You have very beautiful legs, Olga. Very long and well shaped. I am quite fond of them." "Yes sir, I could tell the way you stare at them whenever I'm about." "Do you mind?" "Oh no sir, I rather enjoy having you watch me. It sort of makes me feel all warm and hot inside. If you know what I mean." ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I continued to rub the foot. My hand had a life of its own as it moved up her leg, traveling effortlessly along her shin and then around the back to her curved, soft calf. Olga gave a little gasp. "Oh, Mister Ambrose. What would you be doing?" But she did not move the offered limb. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I sat up straight, my eyes on the shapely leg now in front of me. The shiny black pump was reflective and I could see my distorted face in the toe. Without thought, I touched it, rubbing the smooth texture of patented leather and the softness of her nyloned foot. "Yes, I can see that. Quite lovely. Very nice indeed." ...to be continued
Maid To Love..."Er..No, not at all, my dear. I was just perplexed that you would wear them. I mean, with the heel and all...I mean..." Olga smiled and raised her right leg before I could protest, setting the tip of the shiny black shoe on the left arm of my chair. "Do you like them, Mister Ambrose? They were very expensive, you know?" she asked perfectly innocent. ...to be continued
Maid To Love..."Ah, ..Er.no, Olga. Thank you." "Is something wrong, sir? You seem a bit flushed." "Er ..No, no. Just a curious thought, my dear." "Yes, Mister Ambrose?" "Well, ah . . . your shoes . . . " "My shoes?" She looked down and again afforded me a view of her breast, so ripe and bursting at the corset beneath her opened blouse. "Is there anything wrong with them?" ...to be continued
Maid To Love...Again she caught my glance and I must have flushed red as a beet as I averted my stare. I sensed her approaching and kept my head down. "I'm done, sir. Will you be needing anything more?" She was standing in front of me, her hands and the feather duster behind her back so that her magnificent chest was above and before me. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I found my hands were sweating and I set aside my papers on the end table to wipe them on my housecoat. "My, but that fire does make it warm in here, doesn't it," I offered up indicating my sweaty palms. Olga smiled and stood by the shelf to my right. "Yes, Mister Ambrose. Almost stifling, sir." Then she did a curious thing. She unbuttoned the two top pieces of her blouse and opened them to reveal the tanned flesh beneath. She fanned this exposed skin, breathing deeply so that my eyes locked onto the ripe swell that was the top part of her ample bosom. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...This was all beginning to have a noticeable physical results on my personage. Eyeing the straight black seams down her long elegant legs, I was amused and simultaneously excited by her choice of shoes. No dull, boring flats for Olga. No, rather shiny polished black pumps with four inch stiletto heels that made walking on them a skill she was more than equal to. As she moved about the room, her heels clicked on the hard wood floor, her hips swinging fluidly from side to side with each perfect step. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...Olga was a stunning girl with a full, ripe Scandinavian figure. I could not fathom who the twisted pervert was who designed the traditional maid's uniform. The little black dress that barely touched the top of her knees was demurely covered by a short white apron. Her top was straining at the full roundness of her breasts, that rose and fell ever so subtlety with each breath. Her long, shapely legs were encased in seamed nylons, their tops attached to garters becoming enticingly visible whenever she rose on tip-toes to reach the top of the shelves. ...to be continued
"Maid To Love"...Sitting there, in my robe and panama bottoms, I watched her unobtrusively. Not wanting to make her self-conscious as she went from shelf to shelf, whipping her duster over the spines of my collection. Once or twice, her eyes flicked in my direction and I had to bury my gaze back into the open book on my lap. ...to be continued
"Maid To Love"...She studied me for a second, then smiled and nodded. "Very well, sir. I won't take long at all." She entered and closed the door behind her. Soon she was flitting about the den, busy at her task. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I had just finished my work and was sitting by the fire, when Olga, the maid, walked in. Seeing the feather-duster in her hands, I realized her intentions. Upon seeing me, she halted at the door. "Oh, Mister Ambrose, I did not know you were here. I'll come back later." "No, no," I implored. "Go about your business. You won't disturb me in the least bit." ...to be continued
Maid To Love...We spent most of Friday and Saturday working in his library and by Saturday night were nearly finished with our briefs. Early the next morning, Sunday, the Boss decided to do some horseback riding and my two colleagues accepted his invitation to go along. Whereas I begged off, wanting to spend a few minutes alone with my paperwork and another cup of coffee. It was only sunrise and the air was very cool. I decided to do my work in the den with the ornate brick fireplace. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...It was late fall and our firm was involved with a rather complicated trade contract with a European conglomerate. The Boss asked several of us to spend the week-end with him at the estate to rough things out. I jumped at the opportunity to visit that marvelous place again. ...to be continued
Maid To Love...I am a lawyer for a British firm located in business district of London. Our C.E.O. is a full Lord with a huge estate in the north-country. On many occasions I have had the opportunity to spend working week-ends at his regal country manor. It has sixty-five rooms and a full staff of eight. Among these is a lovely Scandinavian wench named Olga. She's one of three maids and it is concerning her that this narrative is about. ...to be continued
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