Cherry - S01 E62

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Cherry - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

I reluctantly took a seat in my old recliner and she followed me, popped my beer, and served it to me before saying that she'd be right back and 'not to move'. A few minutes passed and she returned with a plate full of food; grilled chicken, potatoes, and some mixed vegetables. Cherry stood next to me, turned around so that her legs were backed up to the arm of the chair, and sat down across it, taking a seat in my lap before twisting slightly to face me.

Holding a fork up with a bite of chicken on it, she said sweetly, "Open." I opened my mouth and she gave me the bite to eat. While I was chewing, she took a bite for herself. We continued sharing the plate of food in this fashion-with her doing all of the 'work'. I just looked at her in amazement.

"Why are you so good to me?" I asked. She said matter-of-fact, "You're my husband. I Love you!" I said, "Yeah but, there are a lot of women that love their husbands and they don't dote on them while pregnant like you are doing right now..

Cherry said, "Oh please! I'm not even showing yet! Trust me: before the baby comes, you'll be waiting on me a lot, too." Then she joked, "So, I'm just paying you now for services I expect later!" I said, "I'll be happy to give you all the 'services' you can handle!" Cherry rolled her eyes and said, "You're a pig!"

She kissed me on the lips and took the plate from our finished lunch back into the kitchen. While passing through the living room, she tumed on sports center and said she'd be right back. I was getting caught up on all of the sports highlights I'd missed and lost track of time. But it must have been 15 to 20 minutes before Cherry 'came right back' because, when she did, she nearly gave me a heart attack! was not expecting her to be wearing what she had on because I didn't even realize she HAD what she was wearing! She wore the sexiest French Maid costume I'd ever seen and she was in character, putting on a thick, French accent. I looked at her from the floor up, viewing her tall, black heels; stark- white thigh-high nylons; her jet black, hip hugging skirt was so short it didn't cover the tops of her nylons; the skirt had a white apron bordered with lace, her midriff was completely bare because her top was like a bikini top with puffy sleeves and a plunging neckline-her massive amount of cleavage was pouring out from It, and she had a black bonnet with white lace to match her skirt and apron. Completing the look was a prop feather duster that was as black as the costume.

"Bonjour, monsieur," Cherry said with her French maid accent. Liking where this was going, I said, "Hello! And, what is your name?"

Keeping the thick accent, she said, "I yem Cha-rie: vous new 'ouse keepar." She pronounced her name nearly like 'Sherry', but with an 'a' instead of an 'e' and a hard emphasis on the second syllable. I said, "It's nice to meet you Cherry..."

She cut me off, saying "NO! Iz not pronounce 'Cherry'; iz Cha-rie!" Corrected, I said, "Oh, Cha-rie-ok.."

She said, "Qui!" as she playfully brushed me on the nose with her feather duster.

I asked, "And, you say you are my new house keeper, huh?" Cha-rie said, "Qui Monsieur," as she pretended to start dusting

random items in the living room. I asked, "What happened to my last house keeper-Lisa?"

She replied, "She was fire for not doing good job." I replied simply, "I see."

After a few moments of intentional over-acting and 'cleaning', she bent over at the waist to pick something up off of the floor and she never bent her knees to do so. The fact that she was wearing high heels made it all the more impressive (and sexy)! While she was bent over (for much longer than actually necessary to pick something up), her skirt had no chance of keeping her white satin panties covered. They were (naturally) French cut and had little ruffles along the hems. If she paid $5,000 for the costume, it was a bargain! I had to unzip my shorts.....

I said, "That sure is a nice uniform, Cha-rie."

Cha-rie seemed to disagree, saying, "AH! Zis uniform! Ridiculous!

Iz so modest an stuff-ie! I look, how you say? A Prude?"

I laughed a little and said, "It is a bit conservative, I suppose. But you make it look great; not at all like a prude." Cha-rie smiled and said, "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Mann!"

Cha-rie went back to 'work' and I just watched-enjoying every second of her performance. She moved in front of the TV and, to my utter astonishment, did a full split for the purpose of 'organizing items' on the TV stand. It had been a while since I saw her do one, but she did it just as easily as she had ever done. Once she 'finished", she stood and turned around to face me.

Feigning fatigue, she said, "Iz so hot in zis uniform! feel I cannot breathe!"

I said, "Cha-rie, I don't want you to be uncomfortable..."

She asked, "Would be 'ok' if I make le uniform...more comfortable?" I said, "Of course: you are doing a great job, you should be comfortable while doing it."

"Mercil Merci beaucoup!"

Cha-rie untied the knot between her breasts that was barely holding her top together. She slipped the top backwards and let it slide down her arms behind her before catching it and tossing it to the couch. She was wearing a completely sheer, black bra that made the top look enormous. Before I had much time to react to the heavenly vision, she slipped her hands under her short skirt and wiggled herself out of her satin panties; tossing them next to her discarded top.

She said, "Ah, so much bettar. I can breathe again!"

I asked, "Are you ok to clean again now?"

Char-rie said, "I yem fin cleaning for today."

Disappointed, I said, "Oh, well: thank you for your services, Cha-rie. You were fantastic!"

She replied, "Silly monsieur Mann! yem no fin with services; just cleaning!"

She walked up to me, got on her knees and finished the job of freeing my rigid cock before tentatively stroking it for a few moments.

I made a joke and said, "Lisa never did this when she came here..." Cha-rie said, "That iz why she iz fire... I try now to give vous good job

After a few more gentle strokes, it looked like Cha-rie was going to give me a really nice hand job. It surprised me when it quickly transitioned into a blow job... Cha-rie's red wavy hair bounced in my lap as she gave me one incredible oral experience! She was so good, that my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I wanted to cum already, but was not even close yet. I looked down just in time to see her peeking up at me. Our eyes met for a second and she tried to keep from smiling at my expression before going back 'to work'. She bobbed almost furiously up and down while occasionally plunging all of the way down and holding there. She began going all of the way down more and more often until she began to get used to having my cock going down her throat. Cha- rie began going all of the way down and then bobbed herself slightly; forcefully pushing her face into my pelvis.

Despite receiving the best blowjob ever performed, I was still not ready to cum!