A maid named Suzette
A maid named Suzette
After so much delight in other people's stories, I decided it was time to tell mine.
I am now 45 years old, married to a woman who is tall and stout with an extremely strong genius but very traditional in terms of bedtime adventures.
This story began five years ago, when we were still living in a relatively large apartment that required a diarist at least three times per week and since both of us worked outside the home there was no need for someone every day.
That's when Suzette appeared, a light-skinned girl from the countryside, 26 years old, about 160 meters tall, well built body, rolling legs and small but protruding tits. She was beautiful and enlightened, which made us comment my wife and I several times why Suzete work as a waitress; she could easily get a job in any office. Yes, but the crisis had already raged and people who worked did not choose much.
Well, let's get to the point. One day after I had stretched out last night and drank a few more drinks, I woke up a little later. My wife was already at work and Suzette was home. Suddenly she knocks on the door with some force, perhaps to disguise her embarrassment and asks if she can come into the room. I say yes because it is still under the covers and besides that I usually sleep in shorts and T-shirts. She comes in like a hurricane saying my wife has told her not to stop doing her chores for me and that she could go into the bedroom. I said it's fine, but I just kept lying there. And then I looked closer and saw that she was wearing this little baby-looking blouse without a bra with her tight nipples outlined and these tiny shorts where you could see the back of her butt when she reached for something. Next to my bed stood the window and she came over to clean it right next to me! There wasn't another one. I looked at her without resisting, and said that she was very pretty. She smiled to me a little unfunny but with an air of scoundrelship. Then I remarked that her bundle was too cute and asked me not to speak like this to her. I replied that it should be she who would stop urging me in such a way because he wouldn't hold back on me. She laughed and continued his work the same way, without much concern for the fact that I kept looking at that temptation and then left the room.
I got up and went to take a shower, still feeling terrible from the mad hangover. It seemed that I was still breast-fed. I heard some noises and came out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel to see what it was and ran into Suzette's face in the living room. She looked at me from top to bottom and walked towards the kitchen. I followed her with an excuse for drinking water. Our kitchen was rather narrow, especially between the sink and the cabinets on the opposite wall. I waited until she had to pass by there and fit myself into the train. She didn't make a plea and walked over to me with her back turned, half stiffly leaning against the sink sliding her ass on my dick that was already jumping out of the towel. I felt my face boiling but still afraid to try something more direct. My desire was to grab it right there. I went into the room with blood boiling in my head. I switched on the TV and put it on the dirty channel and started watching as if he were alone. She passed through the room without even looking at me sideways but realized she had glanced at the scene going on on the television: two women making love and fighting like crazy. It was driving me crazy! As I stood in the goat and my face showed it, I pretended to be falling asleep. I leaned on the arm of the sofa and threw one leg upwards, leaving the handkerchief half-open and my pocket hanging out almost outside. Suzette walked back and I could see with her eyes partly open that she wasn't in a hurry and gave two glances towards me and climbed the stairs upstairs where the laundry room was located. I couldn't miss this chance and looked again at his little bundle while he went up the winding stairway from the living room.
Then I got my courage up and decided to follow her. When I reached the room above, she was coming back from laundry. She walked right by me looking at me with a face that begged for possession there. I grabbed her arm and asked what she felt. And she said: "What do you mean?" She made an attempt to let go, but she looked at me and asked if I didn't have shame on my face or think about my wife.
I was answered immediately. I pressed her against my body so that she could feel my poop and she rubbed it on him, then I opened the towel and took his hand to hold it. I'm not a gifted guy but rigid no shame at all. She held out and I asked her to scrub, started hitting me with one of them. It began and tried to stop abruptly. I grabbed her and told her to continue. She sighed, looked closely at me and without saying anything left and went into the laundry room.
I went after her, and when we got to the laundry room she told me that it wasn't right for us to go on like this. So I walked over, hugged her waist and said there was nothing wrong with what had happened and started kissing her lightly. Then I pushed Suzette into the washer and pressed my body against hers trying to open up her legs and fit myself in them; then I threw off the handkerchief and began caressing her little breasts which seemed so hard and pointy they were about to explode. I lifted up her blouse and sucked on her nipples, sucking in such a way as to make them fling themselves against my mouth in a mixture of pain and desire for me to swallow 'em whole.
I put my hand in her shorts and found what every man dreams of: a tiny little bucket, with the hair shaved off at the sides so that it wouldn't stand out when wearing bikinis or tops. Short and soft. My finger went through opening her lips and sliding into her cheekpiece and felt like she was super wet. She had this small but protruding, hot, stiff crease on her chin. I slid the shorts down her thighs, and he rolled as she crept along. I gave him a tender kiss on his underpants and took off all of them. I continued to caress that delicious little body of Suzette which by then I found was very cute with no belly, thin waist and thick hips, everything in perfect proportion to its size. I rubbed my dick for a while on her panties leaving her desperate. I pulled the underwear aside and started to rub directly into that little pocket. Suzette was pulling me against herself, trying to make my cock fit in her small pockets. I didn't let my stick get inside and just kept sliding through her wet pocket, stopping at her gate, scrubbing it and pressing harder which made her go even more crazy without being scandalous. I wanted to hear her begging me to eat her. I started mumbling in her ear as she took off her tiny panties, asking if she had a man, whether he treated her the way that I was treating her, did she actually ever have sex with someone who knew what she wanted and would want me to get into it. She nodded yes. She lifted her head, looked at me with a mixture of anger and excitement and let go - IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO LOGO! I raised her legs up to my waist height, tucked my stick into its entrance and in one swift stroke without any difficulty even though it was super-tight, pulled the heel down holding onto her thighs. She began to cry with pleasure and said that she had never been so hot, no one had ever pushed her like this before and if she'd known I would have saved the first time for that moment. I heard it and became horny, rubbed my body on hers and passed my hand through every millimeter of her body. Lifting now a leg from Suzette then another, whichever felt most pleasurable. We stayed in this madness for some time, enough that Suzette screamed and mocked about three times in a row. I got her down from the machine with my hands resting on top of her back towards me, told her to open up her legs and went into position behind me; she pulled her ass out and stood on tiptoes so it would be easier, which made me stop and look at that picture for a few seconds -- what an amazing thing! What a sense of mastery. A lovely woman, mad with desire putting herself at his disposal in a position of total surrender looking back and eyes calling for possession. I held her waist down slightly as she pulled up her butt just a little bit more so that the bottle would be in a place where he could penetrate it easier. I began to move back and forth, first in rhythm and then with unprecedented madness, giving strong punches that made the thump on her butt crack higher and louder. Her hair floated off as she moved; I would turn away from them and try to reach her ears first by biting at them and whispering words and swearing which left her more desperate; kissing her and returning to her ear sticking my fingers into her mouth so she could suck it like any other pussy. With the other hand I rubbed her hard, throbbing frost and felt it shake with each successive chuckle. Her legs were stiff and showed that her thighs were super-hard by making movements trying to increase the pressure of her pucker on my cock. After several tired and sweaty Suzette's kicks she asked us to stop for a while because her legs could no longer hold up against her body. I pulled my stick out of her pocket very slowly threatening to go back which made her raise her head and let loose moans biting at her lower lips.
He looked at me, he kissed me and said that I was doing great.
I took the opportunity and wanted to know a little more about her. She said that she was trying to end an affair with a boy who lived near his house, but he wasn't wet in the rain; they had sex, but it was this bureaucratic thing like mommy and daddy. Besides, the guy just wanted to climb up, have fun and wear clothes. He didn't care what she felt or whether she enjoyed herself or not and made no effort at all to give him pleasure. She even commented that one day he asked her to eat his ass. I told her she was a real bitch, and she said that he just wanted to see if giving him what he wanted would get her the thing she really wants: pleasure.
I took advantage of the cue and, as you already said that I am not a super-talented person, asked if she wanted to try with me. She got kind of clumsy and tried to argue that it wasn't something her desire was just to please his boyfriend.
Well, we changed the subject without a yes or no.
Sitting on the couch, she leaned over her arm and stretched out her legs with them open. I knelt in front of him and began to smooth his thighs trying to slowly expand their width so that he could see this little kiss. It was really very neat, pinkish, a thread between thin brushstrokes, light brown. I started passing my index finger across this tiny raspberry caressing it sometimes forcing myself as if I were going to insert it inside. I got closer and gave some kisses, quite gentle ones from that delight. With both hands I opened my upper lips, pulled them slightly to the side and began licking over her little grill. She jumped trembling and sighed. Her nipples were already stiffening again and hair on her body had grown erect. My tongue stuck out in tip-like hardening and was penetrating into that tiny puppet with incisive rhythmic movements. Suzette barely held herself onto the sofa; she twisted and bent her body across the arm of the couch, tossing her head backwards leaving her hairs blurred. I felt that taste of a woman and her bouquet flooded more with each sip, filling my mouth with its liquid.
I climbed up her body, kissing every inch of it until I reached her little breasts and nibbled at each beak making her shudder even more as her legs twisted around me searching for the perfect fit. When my cock rested on its hook she barely had time to play one last game because that bucket sucked him in. We'd get so close to each other that we would fit snugly between the seat and the back of the couch, and every time I pressed on her legs with my restrained movements they closed and squeezed me. She didn't like whore very much, but looking at her with the most cafeteria-like face I can imagine making, told her that from then on she was my little bitch and asked to answer who is my little slut. Suzette did not reply and kissed me. I stopped the kiss without stopping putting it in this small mouthpiece and repeated the question: Who are my bitches? With a kind of awkwardness and an indescribable stamina, whispering into mine or answered: "I AM YOUR WHORE!" And added furthermore: AND YOU ARE THE ONLY MAN IN MY LIFE! That absurdly drove me crazy. I pumped my dick into that tiny mouthpipe in a mind boggling way. I realized that she was joking and asked her to change position, gaining a little time for me. She got up on all fours onto the couch. I kind of clumsily knelt behind her and gave her an ass-lift. Still didn't give herself any posture. So I grabbed her leg and lifted it over the sofa backrest leaving her in an absolutely relaxed position. There I did not have to make any effort. It was just pointing and sending stick. That was delightful. The subject could not move very much and I could do whatever he understood well. I'd put it in, take it out and bite her asshole off... wet my finger on the bottle of his cigarette... rubbed him upside-down like he was riding a horse... pulled his hair backwards as if to pull his head down.
Tired of the position she asked to lower her leg, standing on all fours again. I embraced her from behind licking her sweaty neck and began begging for permission to eat her ass. She replied that it might hurt; she didn't want to get hurt. I said that would be fine slowly and affectionately, already putting my stick in her little hole. Subject offered no resistance. Realizing he was free, I gave a lift, passed my pocket over her still-soaked bottle and let some saliva drain out of my mouth right into his rectum. Lifting up my cane, I stuck it back in her butt. She asked me to go slowly. I pushed a little bit, felt the resistance and it was really tight. I started massaging her crotch so that Suzette would be more relaxed and whispering all sorts of nonsense in her ear. Then she began moaning and then I forced myself further into her asshole. Another small force went through the ring with my head and Suzette took deeper breaths and groaned. I didn't want to put everything on at once so as not to frighten her but up until now she had been doing very well. I started to stick my dick in slowly but steadily and Suzette told me that it didn't hurt and that I could put everything. I buried until my balls hit her mouthpiece and she gave a scream more of pleasure than pain. Again, as incredible as it seemed, I felt the head of my cock rubbing against the bottom of Suzette. Already relaxed herself began an up-and-down movement like crazy. I held her hair and felt her butt hitting on me. Feeling an immense erection, I bent over her and grabbed her little breasts, squeezing them almost crushing. I kissed her whole neck, back of the head, face, mouth and she was delirious. I couldn't hold it in any longer so I mocked desperately screaming and squeezing his waist down to stretch my body out. The sperm that spilled into her ass started running through her legs before he even finished making fun of me. We were sweating and licking each other. When I had finished Suzette threw herself on the arm of the sofa faintly and to my surprise said that she has enjoyed many times and never been as intense as at that moment. We kissed and we stood there for a while lying flattened on the couch. It was now 11:30 a.m., and we did not realize how quickly the time had passed, so she got up and said that she needed to finish her work and I went for my shower.
Well, that was the first of many other wonderful fucks with Suzette and I'm going to tell you one at a time about how after another night in the shower
I hope it was cool.
To have a chat with kraftsummer@hotmail.com
After so much delight in other people's stories, I decided it was time to tell mine.
I am now 45 years old, married to a woman who is tall and stout with an extremely strong genius but very traditional in terms of bedtime adventures.
This story began five years ago, when we were still living in a relatively large apartment that required a diarist at least three times per week and since both of us worked outside the home there was no need for someone every day.
That's when Suzette appeared, a light-skinned girl from the countryside, 26 years old, about 160 meters tall, well built body, rolling legs and small but protruding tits. She was beautiful and enlightened, which made us comment my wife and I several times why Suzete work as a waitress; she could easily get a job in any office. Yes, but the crisis had already raged and people who worked did not choose much.
Well, let's get to the point. One day after I had stretched out last night and drank a few more drinks, I woke up a little later. My wife was already at work and Suzette was home. Suddenly she knocks on the door with some force, perhaps to disguise her embarrassment and asks if she can come into the room. I say yes because it is still under the covers and besides that I usually sleep in shorts and T-shirts. She comes in like a hurricane saying my wife has told her not to stop doing her chores for me and that she could go into the bedroom. I said it's fine, but I just kept lying there. And then I looked closer and saw that she was wearing this little baby-looking blouse without a bra with her tight nipples outlined and these tiny shorts where you could see the back of her butt when she reached for something. Next to my bed stood the window and she came over to clean it right next to me! There wasn't another one. I looked at her without resisting, and said that she was very pretty. She smiled to me a little unfunny but with an air of scoundrelship. Then I remarked that her bundle was too cute and asked me not to speak like this to her. I replied that it should be she who would stop urging me in such a way because he wouldn't hold back on me. She laughed and continued his work the same way, without much concern for the fact that I kept looking at that temptation and then left the room.
I got up and went to take a shower, still feeling terrible from the mad hangover. It seemed that I was still breast-fed. I heard some noises and came out of the bathroom wrapped in my towel to see what it was and ran into Suzette's face in the living room. She looked at me from top to bottom and walked towards the kitchen. I followed her with an excuse for drinking water. Our kitchen was rather narrow, especially between the sink and the cabinets on the opposite wall. I waited until she had to pass by there and fit myself into the train. She didn't make a plea and walked over to me with her back turned, half stiffly leaning against the sink sliding her ass on my dick that was already jumping out of the towel. I felt my face boiling but still afraid to try something more direct. My desire was to grab it right there. I went into the room with blood boiling in my head. I switched on the TV and put it on the dirty channel and started watching as if he were alone. She passed through the room without even looking at me sideways but realized she had glanced at the scene going on on the television: two women making love and fighting like crazy. It was driving me crazy! As I stood in the goat and my face showed it, I pretended to be falling asleep. I leaned on the arm of the sofa and threw one leg upwards, leaving the handkerchief half-open and my pocket hanging out almost outside. Suzette walked back and I could see with her eyes partly open that she wasn't in a hurry and gave two glances towards me and climbed the stairs upstairs where the laundry room was located. I couldn't miss this chance and looked again at his little bundle while he went up the winding stairway from the living room.
Then I got my courage up and decided to follow her. When I reached the room above, she was coming back from laundry. She walked right by me looking at me with a face that begged for possession there. I grabbed her arm and asked what she felt. And she said: "What do you mean?" She made an attempt to let go, but she looked at me and asked if I didn't have shame on my face or think about my wife.
I was answered immediately. I pressed her against my body so that she could feel my poop and she rubbed it on him, then I opened the towel and took his hand to hold it. I'm not a gifted guy but rigid no shame at all. She held out and I asked her to scrub, started hitting me with one of them. It began and tried to stop abruptly. I grabbed her and told her to continue. She sighed, looked closely at me and without saying anything left and went into the laundry room.
I went after her, and when we got to the laundry room she told me that it wasn't right for us to go on like this. So I walked over, hugged her waist and said there was nothing wrong with what had happened and started kissing her lightly. Then I pushed Suzette into the washer and pressed my body against hers trying to open up her legs and fit myself in them; then I threw off the handkerchief and began caressing her little breasts which seemed so hard and pointy they were about to explode. I lifted up her blouse and sucked on her nipples, sucking in such a way as to make them fling themselves against my mouth in a mixture of pain and desire for me to swallow 'em whole.
I put my hand in her shorts and found what every man dreams of: a tiny little bucket, with the hair shaved off at the sides so that it wouldn't stand out when wearing bikinis or tops. Short and soft. My finger went through opening her lips and sliding into her cheekpiece and felt like she was super wet. She had this small but protruding, hot, stiff crease on her chin. I slid the shorts down her thighs, and he rolled as she crept along. I gave him a tender kiss on his underpants and took off all of them. I continued to caress that delicious little body of Suzette which by then I found was very cute with no belly, thin waist and thick hips, everything in perfect proportion to its size. I rubbed my dick for a while on her panties leaving her desperate. I pulled the underwear aside and started to rub directly into that little pocket. Suzette was pulling me against herself, trying to make my cock fit in her small pockets. I didn't let my stick get inside and just kept sliding through her wet pocket, stopping at her gate, scrubbing it and pressing harder which made her go even more crazy without being scandalous. I wanted to hear her begging me to eat her. I started mumbling in her ear as she took off her tiny panties, asking if she had a man, whether he treated her the way that I was treating her, did she actually ever have sex with someone who knew what she wanted and would want me to get into it. She nodded yes. She lifted her head, looked at me with a mixture of anger and excitement and let go - IF THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO LOGO! I raised her legs up to my waist height, tucked my stick into its entrance and in one swift stroke without any difficulty even though it was super-tight, pulled the heel down holding onto her thighs. She began to cry with pleasure and said that she had never been so hot, no one had ever pushed her like this before and if she'd known I would have saved the first time for that moment. I heard it and became horny, rubbed my body on hers and passed my hand through every millimeter of her body. Lifting now a leg from Suzette then another, whichever felt most pleasurable. We stayed in this madness for some time, enough that Suzette screamed and mocked about three times in a row. I got her down from the machine with my hands resting on top of her back towards me, told her to open up her legs and went into position behind me; she pulled her ass out and stood on tiptoes so it would be easier, which made me stop and look at that picture for a few seconds -- what an amazing thing! What a sense of mastery. A lovely woman, mad with desire putting herself at his disposal in a position of total surrender looking back and eyes calling for possession. I held her waist down slightly as she pulled up her butt just a little bit more so that the bottle would be in a place where he could penetrate it easier. I began to move back and forth, first in rhythm and then with unprecedented madness, giving strong punches that made the thump on her butt crack higher and louder. Her hair floated off as she moved; I would turn away from them and try to reach her ears first by biting at them and whispering words and swearing which left her more desperate; kissing her and returning to her ear sticking my fingers into her mouth so she could suck it like any other pussy. With the other hand I rubbed her hard, throbbing frost and felt it shake with each successive chuckle. Her legs were stiff and showed that her thighs were super-hard by making movements trying to increase the pressure of her pucker on my cock. After several tired and sweaty Suzette's kicks she asked us to stop for a while because her legs could no longer hold up against her body. I pulled my stick out of her pocket very slowly threatening to go back which made her raise her head and let loose moans biting at her lower lips.
He looked at me, he kissed me and said that I was doing great.
I took the opportunity and wanted to know a little more about her. She said that she was trying to end an affair with a boy who lived near his house, but he wasn't wet in the rain; they had sex, but it was this bureaucratic thing like mommy and daddy. Besides, the guy just wanted to climb up, have fun and wear clothes. He didn't care what she felt or whether she enjoyed herself or not and made no effort at all to give him pleasure. She even commented that one day he asked her to eat his ass. I told her she was a real bitch, and she said that he just wanted to see if giving him what he wanted would get her the thing she really wants: pleasure.
I took advantage of the cue and, as you already said that I am not a super-talented person, asked if she wanted to try with me. She got kind of clumsy and tried to argue that it wasn't something her desire was just to please his boyfriend.
Well, we changed the subject without a yes or no.
Sitting on the couch, she leaned over her arm and stretched out her legs with them open. I knelt in front of him and began to smooth his thighs trying to slowly expand their width so that he could see this little kiss. It was really very neat, pinkish, a thread between thin brushstrokes, light brown. I started passing my index finger across this tiny raspberry caressing it sometimes forcing myself as if I were going to insert it inside. I got closer and gave some kisses, quite gentle ones from that delight. With both hands I opened my upper lips, pulled them slightly to the side and began licking over her little grill. She jumped trembling and sighed. Her nipples were already stiffening again and hair on her body had grown erect. My tongue stuck out in tip-like hardening and was penetrating into that tiny puppet with incisive rhythmic movements. Suzette barely held herself onto the sofa; she twisted and bent her body across the arm of the couch, tossing her head backwards leaving her hairs blurred. I felt that taste of a woman and her bouquet flooded more with each sip, filling my mouth with its liquid.
I climbed up her body, kissing every inch of it until I reached her little breasts and nibbled at each beak making her shudder even more as her legs twisted around me searching for the perfect fit. When my cock rested on its hook she barely had time to play one last game because that bucket sucked him in. We'd get so close to each other that we would fit snugly between the seat and the back of the couch, and every time I pressed on her legs with my restrained movements they closed and squeezed me. She didn't like whore very much, but looking at her with the most cafeteria-like face I can imagine making, told her that from then on she was my little bitch and asked to answer who is my little slut. Suzette did not reply and kissed me. I stopped the kiss without stopping putting it in this small mouthpiece and repeated the question: Who are my bitches? With a kind of awkwardness and an indescribable stamina, whispering into mine or answered: "I AM YOUR WHORE!" And added furthermore: AND YOU ARE THE ONLY MAN IN MY LIFE! That absurdly drove me crazy. I pumped my dick into that tiny mouthpipe in a mind boggling way. I realized that she was joking and asked her to change position, gaining a little time for me. She got up on all fours onto the couch. I kind of clumsily knelt behind her and gave her an ass-lift. Still didn't give herself any posture. So I grabbed her leg and lifted it over the sofa backrest leaving her in an absolutely relaxed position. There I did not have to make any effort. It was just pointing and sending stick. That was delightful. The subject could not move very much and I could do whatever he understood well. I'd put it in, take it out and bite her asshole off... wet my finger on the bottle of his cigarette... rubbed him upside-down like he was riding a horse... pulled his hair backwards as if to pull his head down.
Tired of the position she asked to lower her leg, standing on all fours again. I embraced her from behind licking her sweaty neck and began begging for permission to eat her ass. She replied that it might hurt; she didn't want to get hurt. I said that would be fine slowly and affectionately, already putting my stick in her little hole. Subject offered no resistance. Realizing he was free, I gave a lift, passed my pocket over her still-soaked bottle and let some saliva drain out of my mouth right into his rectum. Lifting up my cane, I stuck it back in her butt. She asked me to go slowly. I pushed a little bit, felt the resistance and it was really tight. I started massaging her crotch so that Suzette would be more relaxed and whispering all sorts of nonsense in her ear. Then she began moaning and then I forced myself further into her asshole. Another small force went through the ring with my head and Suzette took deeper breaths and groaned. I didn't want to put everything on at once so as not to frighten her but up until now she had been doing very well. I started to stick my dick in slowly but steadily and Suzette told me that it didn't hurt and that I could put everything. I buried until my balls hit her mouthpiece and she gave a scream more of pleasure than pain. Again, as incredible as it seemed, I felt the head of my cock rubbing against the bottom of Suzette. Already relaxed herself began an up-and-down movement like crazy. I held her hair and felt her butt hitting on me. Feeling an immense erection, I bent over her and grabbed her little breasts, squeezing them almost crushing. I kissed her whole neck, back of the head, face, mouth and she was delirious. I couldn't hold it in any longer so I mocked desperately screaming and squeezing his waist down to stretch my body out. The sperm that spilled into her ass started running through her legs before he even finished making fun of me. We were sweating and licking each other. When I had finished Suzette threw herself on the arm of the sofa faintly and to my surprise said that she has enjoyed many times and never been as intense as at that moment. We kissed and we stood there for a while lying flattened on the couch. It was now 11:30 a.m., and we did not realize how quickly the time had passed, so she got up and said that she needed to finish her work and I went for my shower.
Well, that was the first of many other wonderful fucks with Suzette and I'm going to tell you one at a time about how after another night in the shower
I hope it was cool.
To have a chat with kraftsummer@hotmail.com
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