Heather and I had been dating for several months now and we were looking for ways to spice up our sex life. Don’t get me wrong, Heather is great in bed, but we were both tired of our vanilla ways. Heather had been giddy all week and I knew she was planning something for that Friday night. I couldn’t wait because she is a very creative person and I was eager to see how she would use her gifts to satisfy me.

Unfortunately when Friday came, it was a crappy day of the highest order. It really was one of those days I wished I had stayed in bed. Everything went wrong at work, half of my staff called in sick, and at lunch, I was starving and the waitress screwed up my order. I had asked for a salad with Thousand Island dressing on the side, but when I got back to work I opened the contents of my bag to find a cup of six-bean soup and my dressing on the side. There was no salad in sight and Thousand Island dressing does not go well with six-bean soup. What the Hell, I thought to myself as I tossed the dressing in the trash and proceeded to eat the soup. The day didn’t get any better after that point either, and when it was over, I walked lethargically to my car and made my way back home having completely forgotten about Heather’s plans for that evening.

Traffic had been hell that afternoon, and as I turned my key in the door, the only fantasy on my mind involved about ten hours of uninterrupted sleep. I sat my purse on the kitchen table and opened the fridge to pour a glass of Coke.

‘Oh zno, Madame, let moi get that for vous.” The voice made me think Peppy LePew had invaded my kitchen, but when I turned around I saw it was Heather.

She was standing in front of me in a French Maid costume. I wasn’t sure which was sillier her phony accent or the feather duster, but she looked hot enough that I didn’t care.

“Why Heather don’t you look tasty this evening.” I was having trouble keeping a straight face.

“Oh zno Madame, I am not ‘Eather, I am Fifi. I am here to care for all of your personal needs.”

“Oh, I see. That will be very nice. I have a few things I need you to attend to right away.” I couldn’t help but smile ear to ear as I traced the dainty white lace lining her costume’s plunging neckline. This role-playing thing could be fun and what could it hurt to call Heather “Fifi” for a night?


“I can’t wait to satisfy your every want and desire.” Fifi smiled wickedly as she lightly dragged her feather duster across my check.

“Well then, Fifi. Why don’t we go to the bedroom and get started?” I laughed out loud, but I could feel myself moisten at the thought of bedding Fifi.

“Of Course Madame.” Fifi took my hand led me to the bedroom, but she managed to drop her feather duster in front of her. “Oh, pardon moi, let me pick that up.”

Fifi gave me a devilish grin and bent over at the waist to pick up the duster; perfectly aware her short black maid’s dress was exposing her beautiful ass and already glistening pussy to my eager eyes. My body ached and I nearly took her there, but I knew the best was yet to come and I didn’t want to spoil her fun.

When we reached our destination there were candles lit all over the place. Our bedroom glowed a soft golden hue and the flames’ shadows danced on the walls. I looked over at the bed to see blood red rose petals and white phalaenopsis orchid blooms strewn across the soft pink sheets. It was a romantically dreamy atmosphere.

“Let me help you with that Madame,” Fifi said as she unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lack of a bra, and tossed it on the floor behind us.

Fifi took a nipple into her mouth, sucking it hungrily as she worked on my zipper, allowing my pants to drop to my ankles. I stepped out of the slacks and lay back on the bed with Fifi on top of me. Her tongue’s movements on my breast enraptured me as she pinched the other nipple harshly. The pain sent shooting erotic sensations throughout my body. The juices in my cunt began to flow and I wanted desperately to have her tongue between my legs.

Fifi’s tongue explored my torso leaving no spot untouched by its warm moistness as it followed the path to my soft patch of fur. She quickly removed my panties with her teeth before giving her mouth free reign with my pussy. I moaned in delight as her tongue flicked at my swollen clit, tempting me over the edge of pleasure, but I held my ground. I wasn’t going to let her get me off too easily. As if Fifi sensed this, she spread my legs further apart and tasted my wetness in quick thrusts before removing her mouth and bringing it to mine allowing me to savor my juices.

While her tongue plundered my mouth, Fifi slid one finger and then another inside of me, twisting them against the walls of my pussy. I moved my hips in rhythm with her hand as she continued to taunt my body by going further into me and pulling out before plunging even deeper into my dripping cunt.

“Iz, Madame pleased?” Fifi’s words were a heated whisper in my ear.

“Umm, more,” I moaned as she probed me further.

“Iz this bon, Madame?” Fifi moved two more fingers inside of me and continued to open me up before slipping her delicate hand into my aching and pulsating pussy.

“Ah, oui. C’est très bon, Fifi,” I sighed as my back arched.

“Bon, Madame, but I am not finished yet.”

Fifi began to move her fist in out and I could feel my insides clench around her hand as I slowly bore down on it. My movements became more frenzied as I forced her hand further into my cunt. It felt as though I was being impaled in a wonderfully sensual way. I took as much of her as I could while her wrist gently massaged my clit. Overcome with need, I ferociously grabbed her wrist to control her hand’s movements as it worked inside me.

Fifi clamped her other hand around my breast, alternating between kneading its flesh and pinching the nipples. My body was near release and my movements became more and more frenzied as I forced her wrist harder against my clit and her fist deeper inside of me. Her knuckles rubbed my damp velvet interior, sending me over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy as the pleasure darted across my body leaving my legs weak and shaky from the aftershock of the powerful orgasm.

Fifi carefully slid her hand out from inside of me. Her expression was one of accomplishment as she traced my lips with my cum before placing a long kiss on my mouth. It was a soothing kiss that replenished my strength.

“How does Madame feel?” Fifi was grinning from ear to ear.

“Indescribably good, but what about you?”

“Oh zno, Fifi is here to please Madame not to have her needs satisfied.”

“Now what kind of employer would I be if I didn’t see that you were kept happy as well Fifi?” Fifi and I laughed as I pulled her onto the mattress beside me for round two.