Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 25

I looked over all of the outfits with a small frown. I spotted a little French maid outfit and smiled. I put it on, the tiny little dress was perfect. I found a black garter belt and put it on, attaching them to  sheer stockings with lace alone the top. I put on a pair of black panties over it before finally putting on a pair of black heels.

I giggled, looking in the mirror. I ran my hands down my sides, my fingers brushing over the soft fabric. I knew Frank was probably getting antsy out there but I couldn't help but admire myself again for a moment.

I walked out and smiled when I saw Frank's jaw practically drop to the ground.

"Holy..." he breathed, trailing off and seemingly at a loss for words.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," I said, trying my best to be seductive, a sultry tone dripping from every syllable. "Je m'appelle, Gee."

"Fuck," he muttered. "I didn't think there was a language sexier than Italian but you've proved me wrong."

I smirked and picked up the little black feather duster I had found with the outfit. Frank was practically drooling over me and I smirked as I turned my back to him. I fixed some things on a shelf, bending over slightly.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

I looked back and saw him sitting in the armchair, palming himself through his slacks. I went over to the coffee table in front of him, shifting the incense holder slightly. Frank watched me as I stood between his legs, dropping the duster. I got down onto my knees in front of him and he cursed quietly.

"Monsieur," I muttered.

I reached forward, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his slacks. My hand wrapped around his erection, stroking slowly. I licked up from the base to the tip of his cock and he cursed. My tongue swirled around his tip before I took him into my mouth. I whimpered, gagging around him as I took as much of him into my mouth that I could.

His hand tangled into my hair and I whimpered, looking up at him. Our eyes locked and Frank pulled at my hair. I moaned, the pain doing nothing but wonders. My hand reached out, going to rub his balls. Frank gasped, his head tipping back.

"Shit," he moaned. "Ah fuck."

I pulled off, stroking him slowly. He pushed me back down onto him and I gagged as he rocked his hips up. Frank moaned, his hand pulling my hair harder. He pulled me off him but I whimpered, shaking my head. I wanted him to come in my mouth, I wanted him to feel good. I took him back into my mouth and he cursed.

"Fuck, Baby, wait, I'm gonna come," he gasped.

I smirked proudly, moving my mouth on him quickly. Frank pushed me off him and I pouted, my lips swollen as spit fell from my mouth. He stood up, pulling me up to my feet. Frank guided me to turn around with my back to him and get onto my hands and knees on the coffee table.

I could feel him behind me as he held my hips. He grabbed my panties and pulled before I heard a ripping sound as he tore off my panties. I gasped, whimpering as I pushed my ass back against his crotch. A bottle of lube opened and I quickly felt two fingers pressed against my hole. I whined, pushing back impatiently.

I moaned when he slowly pushed one in. I bit my lip as he quickly added a second. He moved them slowly, pumping them in and out and scissoring them to stretch me. He crooked his fingers, pressing them against my prostate. I moaned, my hips rocking back.

Frank pulled his hand away and I felt his hand on my hip. He pushed in slowly and I moaned. He bottomed out and he groaned quietly. Tinges of pain washed over me but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that I was feeling. He pushed the dress up a little bit more around my waist.