French Maid Fantasy, Katrina’s Kinky New Job Part 2

There wasn’t anything I could do but obey, so I knelt down on the floor like a good, little french handmaiden daydream girl. I was desperate and humiliated, but determined to do whatever was necessary for however long was necessary to become independent again. “Look up at me, Katrina,” Mr. Smith said with a touch of compassion in his voice. Looking up, he reached forward to gently caress my cheek and hold my chin. I must have looked pretty pathetic. I had tears pooling in my eyes. The look on his face was not one of amusement but surprisingly, one of a stern tenderness.

“This can be pleasant or painful and humiliating for you as a French chambermaid fantasy girl. It is your choice. I am not a mean man, but I desire obedience and the satiation of my sexual desires. I can tell that you must be thinking the worst, but you might find that you too enjoy being here with me. If that isn’t the case, I will let you go whenever you want. Agreed?” he said to me in an even tone.

I nodded my head in agreement to his French handmaiden daydream girl as two tears trailed down my cheeks. He gently wiped them away and told me to unzip his pants. I did so and found a large, hard bulge in his boxer briefs. My eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. He noticed and chuckled softly again saying, “Would you like to know what is inside my briefs?” I looked up and said, “Yes, please.” and his mouth stretched into a wide smile. He put his hand on my head and pushed me towards his obviously hard dick pressing my face against it.

“Now, Katrina, if you want it, take those briefs down with your mouth, gently now.” He said with his hand petting my long, brown tresses. 

I’d never done anything quite like being a French maid fantasy girl before and I was afraid that I might graze his hard dick with my teeth or something else to injure or angry him. I had this overwhelming desire to please him partly out of desperation, but also, out of sexual desire. Slowly, I lowered his briefs as he eased down his pants letting those drop to the floor. He had a really large, hard dick. It had to be something like 9-10 inches and I could see and feel it throbbing. The veins were standing out. Once the briefs were down below his balls. He let it fall forward to hit me on the face and said, “Stick out your tongue now, Katrina.” 

Like a proper French chambermaid fantasy girl, I put my tongue out and he guided me with that hand on the back of my head. I licked all over his long, thick shaft. He rotated his hips so that he could put the head to my lips. “Open wide and do what comes naturally to you,” he said to me and I did. I wrapped my lips around that stretched shiny head and began to french kiss it. He started to push it in and out of my mouth essentially fucking my face inch by inch until it was pushing into the back of my throat. As he went, I gagged a bit as it pushed into my throat and he said, “Relax Katrina. I will not hurt you.” I did my best to relax and take it into my throat. 

I was surprised that I could do it, but I did. 

Mr. Smith was moaning now in pleasure at his French maid fantasy girl and I felt so hot that my mouth was the reason. Then things seemed to happen so quickly. He grabbed my hair, started to pull me up, and said in a husky, urgent tone, “Get up and bend over the table, now!” I struggled to my feet in the tight outfit and sky-high heels. He spun me toward the table and I bent over quickly. Then, he let go of my hair to rip the thong off me. He thrust into me deeply giving me all that he had. I let out a gasp of surprise, a little pain, but mostly pleasure.

At once, this fantasy French maid realized that she wanted it, bad, and in just this way, hard, deep, and fast. I felt his hand in my hair again. He grabbed a fist full and pulled me backward, but pinning me to the table with his forcefully fucking dick. “Oh god, yes!” I moaned out loudly. He responded by saying, “Take it, Katrina, take it all! Cum on it!” and it was like a command. My mind and body responded and I felt that hot rush of pleasure as I gushed all over his dick. “Oh yes, that’s a good girl. I like it!” he said moaning deeply. 

Then I felt his load shooting into my wet pussy.

He let go of his French handmaiden vision and said, “Now you can start cleaning. First, you will clean my dick with your tongue. Then you will clean the house with my cum inside you. No panties anymore for you, but you can take off your heels.” I smiled and he laughed as I kicked off the heels, got down on my knees again, and licked our combined juices off his dick.

Check out my audio blog of French Maid Fantasy, Katrina’s Kinky New Job Parts 1 & 2!

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Kisses, Katrina

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