Food For Thought

~A/N: 'Shi' and 'hir' are supposed to be. Word Count: 1465. Please R&R for future chapter insight!~



The ceiling fan strobed light across the roof of the master bedroom, lazily blowing a breeze past its beige walls, ever so lightly swaying the shag carpet as a cool draft of air washes over a squirming figure lying in the four-posted Victorian bed.



Lynn Parker lay on her back, with a smile of delight plastered on her lips, as she imagined her husband’s face while he was being sucked off by their pool boy over and over; The way his mouth 'oh'ed, how his eyes scrunched closed in pleasure--She moaned softly, playing with her nipples through her night tee shirt as they quickly stood at attention.



Since their first time together, it had been his facial expression that could put her farthest over her thrush hold. The love bites he gave her when he orgasmed, how he dug his fingers into her hips--She could feel the excitement building up between her thighs. She could no longer stand the feeling as she waited for her husband. She smiled knowing what delight awaited her; she reached down hiking up her shirt above her pelvis, giving her free reign of her nether regions.



"Madam?" A knock on the door made her groan in disappointment. Lynn sat up adjusting her shirt around her, sexual frustration written all over her face.



"Come in, for Christ’s sake," she hollered. The maid ducked her head in the cool room timidly, her soft butter yellow hair curled around her delicate face. Her doll like aquamarine eyes took in Lynn’s disheveled state without comment.



"Does Madam need ze cleaning?" Ezekial asked in her beautifully soft French accent. Lynn tilted her head to the side, as she wondered once more, How their delicate maid got the name Ezekial, but shook her head sharply, putting the whim to the back of her mind.



"Tidy up the bathroom, E.," she said with a sigh and a wave of her hand as she lay back down on the sheets. "Make sure to close the door behind you." Ezekial nodded her head and shuffled off to the master bathroom in her most revealing French maid outfit. Lynn watched the maids swaying backside with a mild interest. 'Damn' she thought, 'That girl has a sweet ass. Great legs, too.'



The moment Ezekial closed the bathroom door softly behind her, Lynn’s attention shifted back to her womanly desires. The more her fingers explored her nether regions she noticed she was hotter than when she thought about her husband's ecstasy... She had to admit the maid did have a sexy tight ass.



With a deep breath, Lynn reached behind her on the headboard and grabbed her miny vibe--her silver one-inch wonder gleamed, eager to play. So was she.



With hast she slipped her shirt off over her head and rolled onto her stomach. She hiked her hips into the air, turning her vibe onto its second highest setting and started to play. As she worked her vibe gently against her clit her moans became louder and louder as she came nearer to her orgasm she hungered for oh so much.

"Does Madame require any-sing else of moi?" Ezekial stood in the doorway of the bathroom, her cool gaze watching Lynn's hot body in a detached way.



"Goddammit, E.!" Lynn growled deep in her throat, trying to bring the coherent words to her lips. "A little busy here or couldn't you tell?!" Her pale cheeks were awash with color, gray eyes hazed with arousal.



“Sorry, Madame, please forgive moi." Ezekial bowed once more and walked to the door in a silent stride.



"E, wait!" The maid stopped and looked back at her coolly. "I have another mess for you to clean up." She turned over on her back, spreading her wet thighs, fully exposing herself to Ezekial. "Clean me."



Ezekial raised an elegant dark eyebrow. “Pardou? Is Madame serious?" She folded her hands demurely in front of her. Lynn reached between her legs parting the lips of her pussy with two fingers.



"Time to show me your amazing cleaning skills, Ezekial le Fleur." Lynn rolled the name around her tongue, wishing she were in control of another.



Ezekial had not moved, but her eyes had taken on a hungry look as Lynn rubbed her finger along her soft pink lips. Lynn gave Ezekial and inviting smile beckoning her to the bed, reeling her in.



Slowly, Ezekial sat on her knees at the edge of the mattress. "But what would your husband say, Madam?" Still her eyes locked on Lynn’s wet snatch. "He's busy with the pool boy. Now, make yourself useful," she said, but not unkindly. Ezekial watched in amusement as Lynn crawled towards her.



"Have you ever been with another woman, E.?" Lynn asked, kissing her exposed shoulder. The French woman didn't reply as she kissed the side of Lynn’s face and rubbed Lynn's small breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples between her clever finger tips. They kissed for several moments, enjoying the luscious taste of each other’s mouth.



"As much as I love foreplay," Lynn murmured against Ezekial’s pink lips, "I am too hot to keep waiting." Ezekial laughed, wind chimes in France, pushing her employer to her back, her breasts swaying, finally freed from her tight uniform.



"Yes, Madam." Smiling, E. lowered her face to her employer’s cunt, spreading her wide and gives her clit a firm flick of the tongue.



"Oooooooooh." Lynn moaned deep in her throat. Her lips gave birth to a smile one could only possess through sinful pleasure. She licked her lips as Ezekial snaked one finger into her employer’s tight cunt slowly slipping a second in as she pumped her fingers rhythmically with Lynn’s hips, carefully stimulating her employer’s clit with her thumb.



Ezekial got closer to Lynn to better stimulate her sex, when Lynn’s attention turned from her heightened euphoria and released a loud shriek, "E! What the hell is that!?!" Lynn’s gray eyes went wide wondering, how the hell her woman maid could have a hard-on!



"M-Madame, I-I...I-" Ezekial managed to studder as her face flushed to a scarlet, letting her fingers slide wetly from Lynn's pussy. Peaking through the hem of her maid's uniform was the head of a penis; the mystery behind E.'s name began to sink in. Lynn sat up in amazement, letting her mouth drop open in astonishment to the events that just unraveled.



"You're-- you're a hermy?" she gasped. She leaned closer to look, as shame covered Ezekial’s face like beauty. “That’s so.......... hot." She laughed at Ezekial's startled expression.



"Madame is not displeased?" Lynn gave Ezekial an inviting smile, shaking her head.



"I've never fucked someone with a dick and amazing tits--Don't think for a moment I'm not taking full advantage of that."



Lynn stripped her young maid of her seductive black and whites in a hurry. She marveled at her smooth tanned skin, and who could miss the four-inch boner pointing in her direction. Lynn kissed her maids cheek, softly whispering in her ear, "Lay on your back, E. Just relax." The blond stretched out on hir back. Lynn knew E. was ready for her watching her nipples and cock erect. Lynn straddled hir slim hips, reaching around gripping Ezekial's slim cock, slipping some fingers into her dripping cunt.



"Oooooooooo, Madam," E. groaned, gripping Lynn’s wide hips in an ecstasy shi'd never felt before. They ground their hips hard against one another, eliciting sharp moans and panting gasps from each other. Lynn rode her maid, grinding and panting straining to bring them both to orgasmic bliss, while they massaged and squeezed each other’s breasts.



"You two are hot together," a faint voice sounded from Lynn’s back. Lynn turned with glazed eyes to her husband, stroking himself to hardness. "Mind if I join you?" Without waiting for a reply, he shifted closer, positioning himself at Ezekial’s cunt sinking his teeth into Lynn's shoulder as he thrust into their maid.



E. screamed as shi came, shoving hir dick into Lynn. Alden reached around to massage his wife’s hard clit as he pounded into their maid’s spasming vagina. He moaned low and loud at the feeling.



One touch of her husband’s talented fingers and Lynn came with a series of rapid moans, pulsing around Ezekial, twisting hir nipples fiercely. Alden came soon after, sighing in release, clawing slightly at his wife’s stomach.

The two collapsed onto the exhausted servant, spent and content. Lynn kissed hir on hir soft, pouty, slightly swollen pink lips.



"Fantastic, E.," she panted, smiling in her afterglow. "You're free to go for the afternoon." Lynn slid off Ezekial's limp member, cuddled against the sweaty chest of her man and sighed happily, listening to his soft snores.



Ezekial le Fleur gathered hir cloths, and stumbled almost drunkenly from the room. She was going to love working for the Parkers--With a passion.



~A/N: yes a fully functional hermy....something you don't see everyday!!! Well besides here...~