The French Maid
She kissed him passionately, and could feel his huge bulge being pushed against her.
'Please I beg you.' she screamed, 'Do me now.'
Anne-Marie was 22 years old and originally from Paris. She had worked for her master for two years and had openly flirted with him for most of that time.
As he lifted her short skirt, she unbuttoned his fly. He realized straight away that she was wearing no underwear and violently thrust himself inside of her. She screamed with the pleasure and the pain. After a few minutes she begged him again. 'Please master, I want you in my mouth.'
She dropped to her knees and slid his full throbbing ten inches down into her throat.
'You have served me well Anne.' he told her 'I think you deserve a reward.'
She continued to suck as he spoke to her.
'Is there anything you would like?' He asked
'There is one thing Sir, that all French girls want.'
'Oh yes, and tell me what is that?'
'Well Sir,' she started 'I have aristocratic ancestors who were lucky enough to have their heads taken by the guillotine, and it’s a wish I've had for a long time."
'Well Anne,' he nodded 'I think you know what stands in my study.'
She blushed as she replied 'Yes sir. And I've wanted it for a long time.'
He smiled at her 'Well now you can have it.'
Anne was a beautiful young girl who always dressed in the traditional black silk maids outfit. She had long blond hair that she wore in a ponytail with a black ribbon. She wore a large gold hoop and a small diamond stud in each ear.
She followed him quickly into his study. For some reason the guillotine that stood there appeared bigger and bolder than ever before. AT LAST she thought.
He led her over to the machine and she sat down.
He lifted the stocks for her and she laid down placing her long slender neck in the lunette. Looking up at the blade above her she smiled.
'What every French girl longs for.' She told him.
'Tell me when you are ready.' He said to her, taking hold of the handle that would release the blade.
She put her hand between her legs and put it inside of herself, she groaned. 'Do it now - Please.'
He pulled the lever and the blade came racing down at incredible speed. It sliced through her neck sending her beautiful head tumbling down into the basket. Anne-Marie had gone the same way as her ancestors 200 years earlier. The way every French girl dreams about.
It was time to look for a new maid.
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