There isn’t a man on the planet who doesn’t love a naughty French maid costume, and this is the exact thought that ran through my head as I walked by a local lingerie shop on my way back home from a lunch date two weeks ago. I had met a girlfriend of mine for a bite to eat at a local Indian restaurant I loved and we parted ways after ninety minutes of good food and sparkling conversation. On my way home I was walking by Passionate Things, the aforementioned lingerie shop, when I saw the French maid costume through the window. In that instant I simply knew I had to have it. I opened the door, the sound of the bell jingling behind me as it closed, and I walked right into the clothing aisle. I touched the soft material of the outfit and inspected it to make sure I was making a good purchase.

As I looked it over the sales girl walked over to me, offering her help with anything I needed. She was a beautiful blonde girl with a perfect button nose, blue eyes, and a beautiful C-cup pair of breasts. I swing both ways sexually and I was immediately entranced.

“Do you think I could try this on?” I asked, pointing to the French maid outfit.

“Of course, the fitting room is right back there,” she said pointing a curtain covered room in the back. “I’m sure you’ll look amazing in it though.” She smiled at me as she said that and I was sure she was flirting with me.

I pulled the curtain aside and entered the fitting room. In seconds I had my clothes off and I was pulling the costume over my head, pulling it down over my slim frame. Just as I had put it on completely I heard a voice outside the door.

“Do you need any help in there?” She asked in a pleading tone. I surmised that if I accepted her help we would soon be involved in a sexual experience, probably involving her licking my pussy. I couldn’t resist.

“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, sliding the curtain aside and stepping back into the room, essentially inviting her in. She took my invitation without hesitation, stepping forward into the small changing room and closing the curtain behind her.

Her eyes ran up and down my body quickly, taking in every inch. After she finished her appraisal she dropped to her knees without a word and pushed me against the wall. I looked down and I saw her head approaching my crotch. She pushed up the costume’s skirt and pulled down my underwear; I was glad that I chose my black thong that morning instead of the thick white panties. When my thong hit the ground her face was instantly buried in my pussy, her tongue making contact with my clit. I shuddered immediately, the pleasure of her actions reaching every inch of my body.

This girl was clearly a skilled pussy eater. She lapped at my wet slit, running her tongue and lips from the bottom of my opening to the very top, paying special attention to the most pleasurable zone, the clit. She worked her tongue over my button hard and fast, rubbing into me with force before pulling back to slowly flicker her tongue over the sensitive spots.

In five minutes I was cumming, my body shaking from the powerful effects of the orgasm. I held onto the back of her head and drove my pussy onto her mouth, hoping to squeeze a last bit of stimulation out of her before it became too much to handle. After I was finished she gently wiped her mouth and stood up, planting a kiss on my cheek and whispering into my ear.

“The outfit is on the house, as long as you promise to come back again sometime.” I couldn’t turn down that proposition so I had her bag up the costume and I walked back to my flat with a broad smile on my face and a new friend in my rolodex.

A week and a half after I bought the outfit I had my second chance to use it. That day I invited a guy friend of mine over for dinner and a good time. He knew there wouldn’t be any long term attachments and I knew he was good for a long night of hot action. When he arrived I was dressed in a knee length black dress that featured a slit all the way up to my hips. It gave a nice hint of what he would have access to later that night without giving away the entire picture.

We ate a nice meal and enjoyed stimulating conversation that was laced with sexual innuendo and suggestion, making it stimulating in more ways than one. After dinner he offered to clean up the dishes and I informed him that while he was doing that I would be in the bedroom changing into something a little bit more comfortable. When I got to the bedroom I pulled the costume out of my closet and stripped off my dress. Clad only in a lacy black bra and that same lucky thong from the store I slid the French maid’s outfit over my head and zipped it into place. It looked just as good as it had when I bought it and I knew it was going to be a good night.

He was sitting on the couch when I reemerged from the bedroom and his eyes bolted wide open when he saw what I was wearing.

“I think you have a few things that need a dusting very badly,” I said, giving him a naughty stare as I walked towards the couch.

His eyes were still bugging out and I could tell he was enamored with my outfit. As I walked the soft material of the costume swished back and forth, creating a sexy sound. Once in front of him I dropped to my knees and began unbuckling his pants. After a brief struggle I had his pants and underwear off, leaving nothing on him but his body hair. His cock was already standing at half attention, eager to get started. I took him in my hand and stroked him gently, working the long shaft from top to bottom. His cock bounced with each beat of his heart and I began timing my strokes with his heart.

Once he was fully hard I leaned forward and slowly took the head into my mouth, licking the underside of the bulbous tip with my tongue. He moaned loudly at this first contact, clearly enjoying my oral skills. Immediately his hands found the back of my head and he began doing some of the work, pushing me down on his cock while thrusting his hips upward at the same time. I relaxed my mouth and let him take the lead. He was fucking my mouth at this point, using his hands to guide my head into the proper position and driving himself into me.

Soon his cock was entering my throat, each thrust pushing a little more of his length into my velvety oral canal. I could tell from his moaning that an orgasm was eminent, but I wanted to make sure that my I got the decoration I deserved. When it seemed like he was just on the doorstep I pulled my head off of his dick and told him to stand up. I took his place on the couch and sucked his cock back into my mouth. With one hand on the base of his shaft and I bobbed my head along his meat, working it as far into my throat as possible. In seconds he was groaning and holding the back of my head. His cock began to spurt with the first volley of jizz hitting the back of my throat and sliding down into my stomach. I wanted to savor his flavor so I pulled my mouth off of his cock and continued to stroke him as more cum flowed out of his mouth.

By the end of his orgasm I had a nice flow of cum dripping down my chin and the bitterly delicious taste of semen in my mouth. He seemed deeply satisfied as well, collapsing onto the couch with a heavy sigh as soon as I let his dick go. I swallowed as much of his cum as I could get my hands on, enjoying the salty taste and the thickness as it coated my throat. Suffice it to say the rest of the night was a blast. We fucked a number of times in a number of locations, but I guess that’s a story for another time…