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Friday Night Maid Part II - by Diane Leonard As I finished folding his socks, he stood up and looked down on me. "Diane, remove my pants now, but do not get up after you do, just fold them and lay them on the edge of the bed." I reached up, removed his belt, and lay it on the bed. I opened his trousers and as they slid down his legs, I notice that he was wearing boxer shorts and that his manhood was semi erect and poking through the slit in the front. Embarrassed, I looked down and folded his pants and lay them on the edge of the bed. He stood up, my face directly in front of his crotch, his growing manhood protruding out of the slit in his boxers. I am like a deer caught in the headlights, I can't move. I turn my head, and look at my wife, she only smiles and beings to rub her thighs and up to the bottom of her panties. Her fingers are rubbing now, softly, sensually. Doing what I long to do, but right now, I do not have a choice. I turn back and then look up at Tom. He is like a Greek God, standing tall, masculine and rampant. "Diane, I know you want to touch it. Caress it. Your wife has told me about the stories you read on the Internet. This is no longer make believe. No longer fantasy. This is real. This is now. Take my cock in your right hand, hold it, and stroke it. Feel what a Real mans cock feels like. Show me how a woman like you takes care of a man like me." I reached up, softly caressed the flesh in front of me. It was so big, and I could tell, not nearly as hard as it could get. My wife was just watching in the corner. A huge smile on her face, her right hand busy under her skirt, her left caressing her breasts. It was an amazing sight. As my fingers with the bright red tips wrapped around him, he started to grow. I could feel the heat. For some reason, my panties were getting very wet. I could feel the cool material pressing me, and I knew from experience what that means.* I looked up at him through the bangs of my wig, and he just smiled. I knew what I had to do. My fingers and hand got a mind of their own and started stroking him softly. He was already at least 7 inches and still growing. I was so close; I could see the fluids start to emerge from the slit. I really wanted to know what it tasted like. So many of the stories had described it, but you can never really know until you do it. I just had to. I started to close my eyes but then realized that I bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) really wanted to watch this up close.* My tongue slipped out of my lips, and started to softly swirl around the huge soft, smooth head. I was amazed at how it felt on my tongue.* I mean the fleshy head seemed to blend with my tongue. Giving way to my pressing. It was so smooth, and the feel of the ridge around the head was so sensual. I could feel my nipples harden and grow more erect if that were possible. I needed more and I confirmed that I was now going to learn to be a cocksucker. I moved in, and with my eyes wide open, I opened my lips and watched, as the furry crotch of my wife's new lover grew closer to my face. His head slowly entered my mouth. I stretched the jaw so low and deep that I thought it would lock and his flesh kept entering until I suddenly pushed too hard and started to gag. My wife started laughing so hard and loud that I knew I had to stop and gain some composure. I never let go of it with my lips and finally started slowly working it back and forth. Getting use to the feel, and where it was. I was enjoying it. The taste was as wonderful as I had expected or dreamed about, but just a little more tart than I thought.* But I loved it. I started sucking softly as I worked it back and forth.* I kept pushing deeper, I started hitting the back of my throat but kept control of the gag reflex. I was almost there. I needed to feel the short hairs rubbing my nose.* I needed to inhale his scent. I finally got tired of just part of it, and took a deep breath and as I got to the back of my throat, I just pushed as hard as I could. I felt a pop and suddenly, my nose was rubbing his hair. I had all of him inside of me. I stopped, and tried to look up.* My wife seemed to stop and started staring at me. His huge tool was completely buried in me. I felt so elated, fulfilled, complete.* Reluctantly, I moved away. I needed air. I took a deep breath and started sucking with all of my desire clearly visible. I started sucking for all my life. Giving everything I had and it took only a few minutes for me to complete this task. He grasped my head, very tightly and started to pump and with in 20 seconds, he began to spew his wonderful male seed into my now womanly face.* The first 3 shots were quick and enormous. I managed to swallow the first; the 2nd filled my cheeks, the 3rd just made my canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.champavo.com/) mouth erupt. I kept swallowing but there was so much, I only managed to contain about 2/3rds of it. Huge ribbons of his seed ran down from my lips onto my ample cleavage and neck. My wife was hysterically happy. She started clapping softly as if asking for more as if the stage play had more to give. Tom was drained and as he sat on the bed, he pulled softly from my lips. Still kneeling, I tried to catch my breath and started to use my fingers to capture some of the fluids from my chin but I heard from my wife, "Diane, don't you dare touch that." I turned and looked at her as she began to walk towards me. Tom finally spoke. "You never told me how good your new maid was at sucking cock. Has she ever done this before?" "Tom, you have no idea how many stories and photos, and mpg's she has saved in her computer. Well my little maid, did you enjoy yourself so far? You have so many things to do tonight. I just don't know where to start. But I guess we need to start with cleaning you up." With that, she grasped my arm, pulled me up and started pulling me to our huge master bathroom. "Remove your uniform girl. Do it now." I turned and faced the mirror as I reached back and started to undo the huge bow of my apron and I was shocked at what I saw. There in the mirror was a maid with her masters cum all over her lower face and breasts. Was that really me? I moved my hand and yes, it was really me. "Diane, I told you take that uniform off!" Shaken out of my spell, I again started undressing. The apron off and folded, I watched as the maid in the mirror reached under her skirt and removed her full petticoat. She gracefully stepped out of it and set it on the counter.* She reached behind her self and unzipped her dress and as it fell away, the sexy woman in the mirror appeared in her sexy undies. It was so surreal, I could not believe it was really me in the mirror, with a mans cum clearly visible on my face and body. My wife stepped up and with a wash cloth, softly removed the cum from my chin, neck and breasts. I could not move as she did this. It was like watching a movie. I stood transfixed. As she finished, she said, "Diane, remove all of your lingerie, I want you only in your panties.* Do it now!" And with that comment, she left the bathroom and closed the door. I sat on the toilette and canlı bahis (http://www.champavo.com/) caught my breath. This was happening so fast.* I mean, I wanted it to happen in my fantasies, but this was not fantasy. It was REALLY happening. I reached down, unstrapped my heels, stood up in my stocking feet and reveled at the pleasurable visual of my painted toes in my stockings. Reluctantly, I unhooked my stockings and sat again and lovingly rolled them down my smooth, shapely, hairless legs. As if by ritual, I folded and placed the stockings next to the apron and began the undressing.* "Well, I guess tonight is over," I thought as I removed my garter belts, and waist cinch. I watched as my painted fingers toyed with and folded and fondled all of my sexy lingerie. I hated removing my bra and breasts, but she did say everything, so I did. I was still standing, watching myself in the mirror when she came back in with a gift box. It was large, and pink with bows. "Mistress, I have removed and folded everything. It's right here.* Should I remove my make-up and prepare to return to my other self?" "Oh no Diane, your night is far from over. As a matter of fact, it has only just begun." With that, she took my uniform out to the bedroom and Tom could clearly see me standing in my panties. I don't know why but my right arm came across my chest as if I had real breasts and a man was trying to see me. My wife came back in, slapped my hand and said, "Tom is the man of the house now girl. He is allowed to see you in a state of undress anytime. You will NEVER cover yourself from him." And with that, she slapped my face. It was not a hard slap, but it told me that she was in command and that I had no say about it in anyway. I lowered my eyes and said, "Yes mam. I understand." I placed my hands in front of me and waited. "Diane, brush your teeth and use mouth wash," and with that she went in to the bedroom again and as Master Tom watched, I tended to my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me as I brushed and my tiny little breasts jiggled. It was embarassing yet exciting. When she came back in she said, "Now sit down." I sat and she began to redo my make up,* Lipstick, eyes, almost everywhere.* Brushes and the like, she even removed my wig and fluffed out my own hair. I have not had a cut in over a year, and she always complains about it, but I don't ever get it cut. Finally after about a half hour, she stood back and said, "There, perfect. Diane, stand up and look in the mirror." Now I know what I expected to see. I mean after all, I was only wearing black panties, but when I looked in the mirror, I could not believe it. There was a female there.