If your Happy Maid is Blanche...

You play with yourself, and your thoughts drift away, as if you body takes over.

Once again, you are in that old manor, employed as a maid, wearing the most stunning and sexy maid outfit. All black and white, with ruffles and a decent cut dress, but still clinging to your body to emphasize your curves. You feel incredibly sexy in that outfit, as you dust the table and the old candleholders on it.

Then the Master of the manor appears, walks straight behind you and without even saying a word lifts your dress to expose your bottom. You flinch a little bit, as your feel the cold air on your butt cheeks, but the sensation is matched by the rising arousal inside your body. You continue to dust - that's how your Master ordered you to react. He drops his pants, and suddenly, you feel your lacey panty drawn away, and his hard cock pushing against your nether lips. You moan and swing your hips ever so slightly.

Then he enters you. Your eyes are rolling inside and your moan is more a scream. The feeling of being filled and stufffed with his hard cock is unbelievable. The Master starts fucking you unceremoniously from behind. You try to press your bum closer to him to take him in deeper and deeper.

He pushes your maid's dress up even further and hands you a light, but well directed slap on the butt cheek. You coo in a high pitched voice, mixed with moaning. Finally, your Master cums deep inside your wet pussy, you can feel his big cock twitch and spasm and shoot its sticky goo into your womb. The feeling sends you over the edge as well . Your legs go all wobbly, and you would have collapsed if the Master did not hold your hip while he continues to thrust two, three last times. Then he withdraws.

You sink to the floor, your hands still holding the table, but your legs in a crouching position. A few moments later, you feel sticky cum drop on the floor.

"Clean that!", Master says sternly. "But clean my cock first!"

You nodd and crawl over to him, sucking his still hard erection. You taste cum mixed with your own juices.

__Wait. Why...? That's not a fantasy you ever had before, even remotedly. You HATE blowjobs. You hate the taste of sperm. You only tried it once in your life, and that was your biggest mistake ever. Well, one of the biggest mistakes. Yet, somehow, the idea arouses you. Your fingers are working relentlessly on your clit, the feeling is just soooo good. And then, _you cum with load moaning and panting, suppressing a scream that certainly would be heard through the house. As you lie there, slumped in the armchair, the daydream continues to unfold...

"What if the Lady would find out?", you ask.

Master laughs. "Would? She knows, of course!"

You startle and stare at the Master. He just smiles at you. "The Lady of the manor knows and approves, little maid. She is happy that she does not have to endure my sustained virility the whole day. Also, there are some sexual practices she is not very fond of. She doesn't like giving head very much, for example."

How silly. How could anybody not like blowjobs?

Stop. Wait. You. You don't like... normally. Before. You never liked... Although, now you do. Maybe. You didn't actually do it. Only in your dreams. But isn't that a wonderful concept, you think. If the husband prefers certain sex acts, you could... steer him to someone else. Like the maid.

You blink. Did you really just think that?

All of a sudden you become aware that you are still lying in the armchair, legs spread, your body slumped. And then you see the housemaid Blanche standing in the open door. Shock and shame grip you, and your face turns crimson. You try to cover yourself, but the young woman just stands there.

"Can I get se _Madame _anyssing?", she asks in her French accent.