| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: A Visit from Fifi (1/3) |
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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 |
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A visit from Fifi
