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It was Friday, my fifth day. I started work at about 8am that morning. An hour later I was asked to go to a room, this time I was to go with another girl, Anna, and we had to wear special outfits. The outfits turned out to be schoolgirl uniforms.

We changed, putting on the short little skirts, the white blouses, and the socks. Under that we were wearing white underwear. Anna had been to the room before for this guest and told me he was easy enough to please, I was to 'follow her lead'.

We entered the room and found him sitting on the sofa. He was in his early forties I would say. Tall, with sandy coloured hair. He was quite respectable looking. I could imagine him as a schoolteacher. Big glasses, with wider frames then normal helped add that air to him.

"Hello girls," he said, and patted the sofa, "Come and sit here."

Anna started acting coy, and I sort of followed her example, "Oh Sir, are you sure it will be all right?" she asked, lowering her head and putting her finger to her lips. I giggled a little, wagging my head.

"Of course it will, come on."

We walked slowly over, holding hands and sat one on each side of him. He began to ask us about school and things, Anna did most of the talking. Then he said to her, "You're growing up into a pretty girl aren't you?"

She giggled. "But I think I'm too small up here." She said coyly, lifting her hand near to her chest. I giggled some more.

"I don't think so. They look quite nice. Lots of men like titties like I imagine you must have."

"Oh Sir! You are rude. But I think they aren't really growing."

He stared at her chest. "It's hard to tell with that blouse on."

More giggles.

"Why don't you undo the front of it, just so I can see better."

"Oh sir!" she acted outraged. "I couldn't!"

He turned to me, "What about you."

I nodded my head and shook it; "I don't think so."

He urged me, I glanced at Anna and she nodded at me. "Well alright, if you think it will be alright." I reached for the buttons on my blouse, undoing them very slowly till I got to my skirt. I sat back so the blouse gaped open, showing my bra and the sides and tops of my small breasts held in the white lacy bra. His face leaned towards my chest. "Yes they look nice to me."

Anna giggled and he turned to her, "Now your turn young lady."

Giggling she undid the buttons on her blouse, but unlike me she pulled it out of her skirt so the blouse was completely open. Her breasts were a little bit bigger than mine. Her skin was very white and the mounds of her breasts looked really sweet sitting there in the bra.

He looked at hers for several seconds. I noticed that in his trousers there was a little less room then when we had arrived. "Of course," he said, "It's hard to tell really if you wear a bra."

We both gasped out loud, "Sir!"

"Well you want me to tell you if they look ok, don't you girls?"

Anna started to giggle somemore. He turned to me and I shook my head. "Come on girls, you can't tell me you are scared can you?"

Anna shook her head without looking at him and muttered, "No, I'm not scared."

"Well then," he said, "why don't you just undo it, and hold it there if you feel bad."

She seemed to think about this for a moment, and then whispered that she would do it. She reached behind her back with one hand to undo the clasp under her blouse, while with her other hand she pressed against the cups of her bra. She seemed to manage it ok. She looked up at him finally, but held the bra to her breasts still.

"Let it down then," he asked her kindly.

At first she wouldn't but then slowly she lowered her hand, and with it the bra. Her small little pointy breasts came into view, white with pink nipples, slightly hard. She slipped her blouse off and removed the bra completely.

"Well they look lovely to me." He said and then turned to me, "And yours..."

I giggled and pulled my blouse wide open. Then reaching up behind myself with both hands I undid the clasp. The bra fell forward slowly. My nipples came into view. I undid my cuffs and removed both my blouse and bra. I sat there, half covering my breasts with my hands. He reached forward and took hold of my arm, pulling it away from my breasts. "Oh yes," he said, "they look so nice."

"I need to touch them, see how firm they are."

We both giggled. He reached forwards and touched the side of my left breast. I felt his warm fingers as they pushed it upwards slightly. Then he traced his fingers along the underside of them and stroked my between them before running his hand along the underside of the other one. "Yes they are firm aren't they."

I smiled.

He turned to Anna and slowly reached to touch hers. This time he brushed her nipple very gently with the back of his fingers before stroking her breast around the nipple with his fingertips. She closed her eyes and groaned softly. His fingers traced around the nipple and then circled around her breast before moving to the other one. With his other hand he reached back to me and rubbed the back of his hand against my breasts. I thrust them out against his hand. It felt very nice.

He pulled away from me and leaned his head towards Anna's pointy titties. He stuck his tongue out and licked slowly at the nipple, and then up and around the top swell of her breast. One hand fell to her lap and disappeared under her skirt. I could see him working the fingers up and then into the tops of her panties, then watched as they pushed down. She gasped. Her small breast disappeared into his mouth. He suckled at it like a baby while his fingers worked into her pussy.

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He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave. Her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids outfit with a hem...

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French Quarter Vampirette

I woke up in a cold sweat from another nightmare.  It was always dark and foggy in them.  For the past few weeks, I'd had a continuing nightmare of a mysterious woman lurking around me. I don’t know why I was worried. The woman was hot as hell and numerous times I had awoken with a hard cock.  I figured I was dreaming of fucking her, but I could never remember that part with her.  It made me nervous because I felt she looked familiar but in the same sense I’ve never seen her before.  That’s why...

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French couple with a Indian Pakistani colleague

We are a French couple and lived in the UK for about 2 years. We moved to Manchester as I work there. My wife is a teacher and teaches languages. We have been married for 3 years. At work I made a lot of friends, and went to a number of weddings and nights out with them. One guy in particular I got quite close with as he was a part time car dealer. This was last year before covid. He was of Indian/Pakistani origin and was in Manchester for work only, and is originally from Huddersfield. He is...

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French MaidChapter 3

The following day I didn't need to start work until the evening. So for most of the day I spent with one of my close friends, not actually letting on what was happening at the hotel, but hinting to her. She seemed shocked. I didn't let on that I had taken an active role in any of the goings-on. When I arrived I was waiting at the dinner tables for the first couple of hours. Apart from one of the guests, who put his hand up the back of my short dress everytime I served him, the dinner was...

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French MaidChapter 7

One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit. I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nice smile and was holding a newspaper in his hands. "I want you to do the dusting please," he told me, "But only in your...

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French MaidChapter 9

It was about 9:30 one Monday morning when I was asked to go to a room on the top floor. I was told it was for some dictation, and I was to take a notepad and pencil. I found one in the office and headed upstairs. Entering the room I found a man in his early forties wearing a three-piece suit with shirt and tie. He had brown hair, fairly short and a pleasant face. He was medium weight and in the suit looked really good. "I need you to take some letters for me." He said ushering me into the...

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French MaidChapter 10

Another day at the hotel, a Thursday in fact. The first three hours of my shift had been boring, just general maid duties, changing beds etc. But at eleven o'clock I was told that I had been requested to a room on the second floor. I knocked and a well-spoken voice belonging to a lady told me to come in. Opening the door I found a woman in her mid-forties, very well dressed and very elegant looking together with an older man. I guessed he was about sixty. He was white haired, fairly thin,...

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French MaidChapter 11

One day, I'd had been on duty for several hours, just normal chamber maid work when I was told I had been requested by the Colonel on the top floor. I had previously seen the Colonel twice now. He was a dear old man, quite soft hearted, and I had found our two meetings a lot of fun. So I changed into a fresh uniform, the usual, French Maid dress, white stockings, suspender belt, bra and panties, and went up to his room. I was told to come in when I knocked and there he was sitting there....

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French MaidChapter 15

I got to work at 8am one Thursday morning. We did the breakfast shift and sorted out all the washing. At 10 o'clock I was told I was wanted upstairs in my French Maid's outfit. I asked which room and was told the third floor linen cupboard! I asked Anna about this and she just said, "That'll be Freddie, he likes confined spaces." She smiled. "Don't worry, it's very quick usually." The actual room was only big enough for two people to stand in. It consisted mainly of shelves full of...

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Frenched By Milf French Tuition Teacher

I was a nineteen-year-old student in junior college, in Hyderabad and I had a French language teacher Ms. Nancy, an attractive woman around 42 years, whose house I used to go for tuitions, one day after teaching me for an hour, we finished. We were sitting at a table in talking about my performance when, surprisingly, she brought the conversation around to the subject of masturbation. When she started talking about it I was quite embarrassed and found myself sweating. I had always thought of...

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french quarter fuck

Amber was sitting nude except garters and stockings, frustrated and bored. She was touching herself slowly and not responding very well, she thought about getting some random stranger from the bar and bringing him home that night, and this made her wetter, a few weeks ago she had done this, but Brian had turned out to be stupid and came two seconds after he had thrusted inside her awkwardly, he had tried to move in with her, wich she avoided by taking him out for coffee and leaving him...

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