Free Use Maid Pt. 06

Scarlet being here is the worst case scenario for me. I know what Dominique would say if she knew she was here. She would ask me to fly to come see her, to just get away from Scarlet. Honestly, it makes me feel bad. I truly do love Dominique with all my heart, but I am a slave to the flesh. I've never been able to resist temptation, that's why Dominique has all of these rules in place for me.

You would think having a wife that lets you date other women and screw people you're attracted to would be a good thing. Most of the time, it is. But right now, the only person I'm thinking about is my stepdaughter and that's a problem.

Dominique is going through something incredibly difficult right now, I can't add to her stress. She's done so much to accommodate my urges over the years that I can't take that for granted right now. No matter how badly I want to find Scarlet and lick every inch of her body, I have to resist.

Focusing on work is difficult, but I try. It takes a while, but I can eventually force all the outside noise out of my head and get down to brass tacks. I read over emails and expense reports for my business, Fielding requests for interviews and documentary crews filming my work sent to me by my PR team.

By the time 5:00 rolls around I've already read a slew of hateful comments about the work I'm doing and it's enough to give me a headache. I shut off my computer for the day and head to the kitchen to grab myself a cold beer. On top of trying to get me to curb my sexual appetite, Dominique has been trying to get me to drink a little less over the years. But hey, she's not here, and a beer won't hurt anything.

"Oh my God, stop!" a familiar voice shrieks from the kitchen, laughter chasing after the words.

I freeze, knowing that Scarlet is in there, and I have half a mind to turn right back around and go to my office.

"If you insist," Graham's voice says on the other side of the door. Before I can turn around, he pushes the door open and freezes in the door frame, a smile playing on his lips. Scarlet can be seen right behind him wearing a tiny blue bikini that hardly covers any of her body. "Mr. Cooper, hi. I was just going out to buy some ingredients for dinner."

I force myself to look away from Scarlet standing behind him to meet his gaze. He looks immediately panicked, no doubt because I almost walked in on him flirting with my stepdaughter. Maybe he thinks this is grounds for being fired or disciplined in some way, but I truly couldn't care less.

"Graham, why don't you take the day off," I say, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm sure there's something in here we can scrounge up. If not, we can always order takeout," I say with a shrug.

Behind him, Scarlet pushes herself up to sit on the countertop, her feet kicking back and forth as she stares at the two of us.

"Thank you, sir. If you change your mind, you know where to find me," Graham says, turning around and waving goodbye to Scarlet before heading off toward his room.

I hesitate in the doorway for a moment, half wanting to turn around and half wanting to go into the kitchen to grab the beer I came for. I tell myself I'll only be here for a few minutes. Scarlet is a beautiful girl, but she's not going to break me yet.

"Hi Daddy," Scarlet says as soon as the door closes. She smiles at me, tucking strands of blonde hair behind her ears.

"Good evening, Scarlet. It seems like you're enjoying your time here already," I say it, avoiding her eyes as I walk to the fridge to grab my beer.

"Well, it could be better." She shrugs her shoulders, pressing her palms down on the counter beside her as she squeezes them together, her breasts lifting noticeably.

"How long will you be here again?" I ask. I don't want her to think that I'm rushing her out, but she knows as well as I do what her motives are here. It would be best if she doesn't stick around long.

"I was only planning on being here for a week, but it looks like I'm going to have a lot more work to do with the gallery than I anticipated." She pauses, clearly noticing how I'm avoiding eye contact with her at all costs. "Is my staying here a problem?"

"Not at all. You're more than welcome here." It might be somewhat of a lie, but I can't very well tell my stepdaughter she's not allowed to stay here when her mom's not there. That's definitely going to open up one questioning that I don't want to have to answer.

I grab the bottle opener from one of the drawers and pop the lid of my beer before taking a hefty sip. Scarlet watches me the entire time and I try to think of an excuse to leave. I'm a busy man, after all, so I'm sure I can come up with something.

The problem is, staring at her right now, I don't know if I actually want to. I feel like I'm being torn and half. A part of me wants to respect Dominique's wishes and get as far away from Scarlet as I possibly can, but the other part wants to stay here and admire my sexy stepdaughter while I have the chance.

"So I met Raisa yesterday," Scarlet says, the smile on her lips growing. "She seems... nice."

"She is." I'm not sure what else to say. The truth of our arrangement is up in the air right now with Scarlet. Surely I shouldn't be telling her that Raisa was hired for me to sleep with while her mom is gone, but at the same time she already walked in and saw us together. I'm sure she's putting pieces together. "She's going to be here for a while, and it would be nice if the two of you got along."

"You want me to get along with your concubine?" Scarlet laughs, an eyebrow cocked at me. I can't help the way my skin flushes and I really spit up my beer. "Remember I walked in on you. Plus, Raisa has already told me a little bit about the arrangement."

"Has she now?" I shake my head back and forth, thinking that I might have to have a conversation with Raisa about this.

"I know what she's hired to actually do here, and I know that my mom is the one who hired her to do it. I have my suspicions about why, too." She pauses and stares at me, her eyes falling from mine down to my lips, then flooding back up with an innocent smile. I can't help the way my eyes fall to her chest, too.

She looks fucking incredible. Scarlet is tall with feminine curves but a petite frame. She has long legs and her breasts are perfect handfuls, not too big and definitely not too small. She has the kind of natural body that most women would look at and dream of having. My mind wanders looking at her and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

"Maybe I could help Raisa out while I'm here," Scarlet suggests, hopping off the counter and taking a couple of steps toward me. "It seems like she has quite the hard job and I wouldn't mind giving her an evening off."

I stare at her unblinking for a moment. Surely she knows what she's suggesting. There's actually not a doubt in my head that she is well aware of what she's doing. She knows what the arrangement I have with Raisa is and now she's telling me she wants in on it.

The idea of my beautiful stepdaughter telling me that I could bend her over right now and fuck her just like I would Raisa is enough to make all the blood rush to my cock.

She looks down at my groin instinctively and I see the smile on her lips grow, something devious burning behind her eyes.

"I think we've got it under control," I say, turning away from her and taking a sip of my beer.

"If there's anything I know about you, it's that you can never have quite enough," Scarlet whispers, taking a few steps closer to me so her hand is touching my shoulder. She reaches it around to press it against my chest, her body pinning against mine. "I know just how insatiable you are. In a way, I'm like that too. When there's something we want, we can't stop until we get it."

I close my eyes and move my hand toward Scarlet's on my chest, holding it close for just a moment as she feels the hard muscles beneath. After a brief moment of feeling her against me, I push her hand away. That's enough for me for now. If I let her stay close for too long, I'm going to cave in and do something I really regret.

Screwing an intern at the office is one thing, but my stepdaughter is something else entirely. Dominique can look past some of my lesser indiscretions, but she'll never forgive me for this.

I turn around and look at her, her hand now pushed away from me, my eyebrows furrowed as I glare in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Giving us both what we want," Scarlet says, closing the distance between us and pressing her hands against my chest again. I stare down and watch how her chest heaves up and down as she presses her breasts against me.

It would take nothing to push her bikini bottoms down and shove every inch of my hard cock inside of her. It would feel fucking amazing, too.

"You're out of line," I say to her, taking a step back. Even though I moved back, she just closes the distance again, her fingers searching for the waistband of my trousers to hook them in the belt loops. Her hand is only inches away from my cock and I know any minute now she's going to reach out and touch it.

"But I can tell you like it. I know just how much you want me on my knees for you right now," Scarlet whispers, her eyes clouded with lust as she looks up at me, biting her lip. "I've wanted to taste you for so long."

An image so clear in my mind that I think it might actually be a premonition comes into focus. Scarlet on her knees in the kitchen right now, my cock hard in her hands as she flicks her tongue up and down the tip before taking all of me in her mouth. My fingers lacing through her hair, holding her close to me as I pump my hips deeper inside her, thoroughly face fucking my stepdaughter.

I can almost feel the ecstasy of it all, taste her tongue in my mouth, and hear the way she gags on my cock. It's so close and so tangible at this moment, but I have to push it away.

"This is inappropriate, and we're not going to have this conversation again," I say, slamming my bear down on the counter and pushing her to leave the kitchen as quickly as I can. I don't know if Scarlet says anything behind me because I don't stick around to hear what she has to say.

I have a raging hard on and the only thing on my mind right now is relieving it. I need Raisa.

I move through the house quickly in search of her, eventually finding her in the parlor room standing by the pool table, clearly trying to figure out how to play. She stands up straight when she sees me, still in the tiny little maid's uniform she's supposed to wear. I'm happy seeing that she's learning and she's not wearing any underwear right now so I have easy access to her pussy.

I start unhooking my belt as I approach her and she stands up straight, smiling subserviently at me. "Hello, Adrian."

"Playing some pool?" I ask, walking up to her and grabbing her hips firmly in my hands.

"Trying to," she says, looking over her shoulder at me with a nervous smile. "Not too sure how to play, really."

"Maybe I can show you some time," I say, my pants now around my ankles.

I reach a hand around to massage her clit for a moment, making sure she gets nice and wet for me. She lets out a few little moans and says she grips the side of the pool table, staring down at the green with the pool cue resting on the table now.

Even though I have this gorgeous girl standing in front of me, all I can think about are the things Scarlet said in the kitchen. How she would be willing to help me out. She would be willing to be fucked just like I'm about to fuck Raisa.

Thinking this way is a slippery slope, so I try to focus on the woman in front of me. I stare down at Raisa's sexy body and push her top up enough to reach around and cover breasts in one hand.

"Oh God..." Raisa moans while I squeeze her nipple.

"Daddy's gonna make you feel so good," I whisper, lifting her hips to push her forward on the table.

"Please..." Raisa moans.

I massage her clit a little more, making her pussy wet with ease. Dominique truly chose a good one when she hired Raisa for this position. It only takes a minute to get her hot and ready for my cock.

I position my cock outside of her welcoming pussy and push myself in slowly to savor the way her walls contract around me. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling, an image of Scarlet and that skimpy bikini cropping up in my mind once again.

Even though I know I should open my eyes and think about something else, I let it linger. I thrust my hips back and forth inside of Raisa's tight pussy, imagining that it's my step daughter's. I imagine her on this pool table, legs splayed out wide, letting me see every inch of her hot, young body as I give her orgasm after orgasm.

"That's so good, Daddy," Raisa whimpers and it does nothing to help the fantasy in my mind. I can perfectly imagine Scarlet's sultry voice calling me Daddy as she whimpers.

I open my eyes and look down at Raisa on her hands and knees on the table, my cock situated all the way in her pussy. Pool balls shake and move around on the green as I thrust my hips in and out of her.

I pull my cock out of her and grab her waist, turning her around so she's flat on her back. "Take your top off."

Raisa does exactly as I say, slipping out of her maid's top and tossing it on the ground beside her. Her nipples are hard peaks and I lean down, taking one of them in my mouth while I massage her other breast with my hand. Her fingers run through my hair to hold me close and tiny moans creep from her lips.

I reach a hand between her legs to massage her clit while I swirl my tongue around her nipple. She gasps when my thumb brushes a circle around it.

"I love how wet your pussy gets," I say, pulling my hand away from her soaking wet core and massaging my cock with her own juices.

I stand up right and stare down at her, finally able to force the image of Scarlet out of my head when I see just how flushed Raisa's cheeks are outside pleasure. It's cute, and I want to watch her entire body shake and tremble as she comes all over my cock.

I grab her thighs and push them apart, positioning myself between them to slide inside of her once again. She trembles when she takes all of me, her eyes closed and teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip so hard it turns white.

I put myself hard in and out of her, the entire pool table shaking beneath us. Every time my hips crash into her, she lets out a tiny yelp of pleasure.

"You like this?" I ask, my orgasm coming closer with each thrust.

"Yes, Daddy," she replies, her breath ragged.

I watch her intently, pleased with myself knowing that I can get this kind of reaction out of a woman with relative ease. Also knowing that mine is the only cock Raisa has ever had is a turn on in itself. I do love the way she reacts when she takes me inside her.

I toss my head back the closer I get to orgasm, my eyes closed as I savor every thrust. I open them, and tend to look back down at Raisa as both of our orgasms crash down on us, but my eyes catch on something in the door.

Rather, someone.

Scarlet is standing in the doorway, still in that tiny blue bikini, watching both of us with a mesmerized look in her eyes. But what really surprises me is how unabashedly she stands there with a hand sunken into her bikini bottoms, her fingers clearly teasing her own clit under the fabric.

Her free hand slowly rises from her stomach to her breast, massaging her hard nipple through the fabric of the bikini.

My eyes lock on her as I continue pumping my cock in and out of Raisa. Scarlet closes her eyes, biting her lip as she quickens her pace under the fabric, teasing her clit in rhythm with both of us on the pool table.

She does that for a few moments before raising her eyes to mine, knowing that I'm staring right on her. Scarlet doesn't back away or hide what she's doing, instead she relaxes against the door and spreads her legs as she sinks a finger inside her pussy, a silent moan clear on her face.

I watch her finger herself, her body twitching and trembling as she makes herself come in the doorway as I explode inside of Raisa.

With every thrust I make two milk every drop of cum from my cock, I stare at Scarlet's pleasure filled face as she comes watching the two of us.

Raisa whimpers on the table as her pussy trembles around me. I look back down at her momentarily, not wanting to take my eyes off of Scarlet because I don't know if I'll ever get to see something like this from her again.

When I look back up, Scarlet is still playing with herself, this time the and teasing her own nipple has lowered the cup of her bikini so I can almost see her breast. Her hand covers it just enough so I don't actually see her nipples and I feel a desperate need for it.

By the time I'm finished, Scarlet has pulled her hand out of her bottoms with a satisfied grin on her face. I look back down at Raisa and when I look back up to lock eyes on scarlet, she's gone.

That's probably for the best. I know that Raisa probably has some kind of rule about her, knowing Dominique. The less Raisa knows about what just happened, the better.

But how the hell am I supposed to resist Scarlet when she walks around my house doing things like this?