Seduced by the Maid

Aaron flung his rucksack onto the floor and flopped onto his bed. He had just arrived home from the airport, and all of his muscles ached. He had been travelling for weeks, touring Europe with a group of friends, and although he had loved his time away, he was glad of home comforts. He kicked off his shoes, yawned, rolled onto his side, and closed his eyes. Endless planes and trains and treks had really taken it out of him, and the feeling of his old bed soothed his weary bones. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Aaron heard the sound of gentle humming through his open window.

What was that?

Aaron tried to ignore the sound, and brought his pillow above his head to cover his ear. Despite his best efforts, he could not block out the sound of a woman's voice, singing in some strange language.

For fuck's sake.

Aaron was desperate to get some sleep after travelling between airports for the past two days. He groaned with frustration, and sat up in his bed. Aaron remembered his parents mentioning a new maid; why couldn't they have hired a quiet one? He yawned, and went to close his bedroom window. He would have to tell his mother to tell the maid to take it easy with the singing. Aaron pulled his window closed, and went to close his curtains, but he paused when he looked down onto garden. Sheets and clothing gently rippled in the breeze, hanging from washing lines, and the sun was shining beautifully. Aaron saw the source of the singing, and he swallowed hard.

Standing on her tippy toes, in old, worn slippers, a beautiful woman with jet-black hair and olive skin draped sheets over one of the lines, and clipped pegs to hold them in place. Aaron's eyes were immediately drawn to her feet; for as long as he could remember, he had loved women's feet.

The maid had smooth, muscular, tanned legs, and Aaron almost groaned at the sight of her thick soles as she made herself taller. Her calves bulged, and her high arches curved beautifully. Aaron pulled his gaze away from the maid's soles, and looked up her toned legs to her ass. Fuck, it was glorious. She wore a flowery skirt which went halfway down her thick thighs, and her ass was round and rather large. Aaron stared at it for a time, and then looked up further still to see that she wore a light vest, and he saw pink bra-straps over her shoulders.

The maid turned towards the house, and Aaron saw that she was absolutely beautiful. She looked to be in her forties, and had thick, defined eyebrows and sultry brown eyes. She wore bright red lipstick on her plump lips, and Aaron looked down to see that her breasts were extraordinary. They looked so huge, so heavy, and when Aaron looked down into her cleavage, he felt his cock stiffen.

Aaron gawked at the maid, his eyes moving between her face, tits, ass, and feet, and his erection started to press against his pants. He had almost absent-mindedly reached for it, when the Maid looked up at him and smiled. Aaron jumped, and awkwardly smiled back, and he hunched down slightly in an attempt to hide his arousal. The maid kept smiling up at him, and gave him a pleasant wave, and then went back to hanging clothes. Aaron stepped away from his window, and cursed himself for being so indiscrete.

He couldn't help himself, and he crept back towards the window and peeked down at the maid. She was singing and smiling as she hung the clothes and sheets; her smile was enchanting. Aaron stared back down at her feet, and his gaze stayed there, watching her until her basket was empty, and when she went inside, Aaron lay back on his bed, and jerked off.

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Aaron awoke a while later, and lazily made his way down the stairs to the living room. The house seemed empty; his parents and sister must had headed into town. He stepped through the big country house to the kitchen, and sat at the table.

"Ahh, hello! You must be Mr Aaron!" a sweet, accented voice called from the hallway. Aaron turned to see the maid walking into the kitchen, carrying a dustpan and brush, and she smiled at him with her beautiful, warm smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you! I am Carolina, the new maid."

Aaron smiled back at Carolina, putting serious effort into not glancing down at her body.

"Nice to meet you, Carolina," Aaron replied politely. He had jerked off to her only a few hours ago, and seeing her again made his cock twitch.

"Are you hungry, Mr Aaron? Can I make you something to eat?" she asked. As she walked around the kitchen, her open-toed slippers gently scuffled and slapped against the tile floor, and Aaron could not help but glance down at Carolina's gorgeous feet. She had beautiful, thick toes and dark red nail polish, and her feet were shapely and defined, with high arches and thick, meaty soles. He looked back at her face, and she was smiling at him.

"Oh, no! No, thank you, I am alright!" he replied, hoping to sound casual, and hoping she had not seen him staring. "Your accent is lovely, Carolina; where are you from?"

Carolina laughed heartily, and began to tidy up a few things from the kitchen counter.

"Oh, you are sweet! I am from Portugal, from a city called Porto!"

Carolina took a cloth and some spray, and began to clean the kitchen countertop. Aaron sat at the table, hoping he wasn't drooling as he watched her cleaning the counter; with each wipe, her breasts gently jiggled, and Aaron felt himself getting hard again. Carolina looked over at him, and Aaron quickly snapped his gaze from her cleavage to her face.

"Oh, lovely! I was in Europe, but I didn't get to Portugal unfortunately!" he said. If he had known that Portuguese women looked like Carolina, he would have spent all of his vacation there.

"Ahh how exciting! Where did you go?" Carolina asked excitedly, before her eyes fixed on a mark on the tile floor. She took a cloth, and another spray bottle, and walked over to a food splatter on the floor.

Carolina turned away from Aaron, and knelt down on the floor and began to spray and wipe the stain. Aaron almost gasped; she was down on her hands and knees, and her big, round ass was presented to him. Aaron felt light headed as he stared at her ass, and at her soles, which were almost fully out of her slippers. Her toes just about remained in her slippers, and Aaron's heart raced. Her feet were so close, he could see the slight dryness of her heels, and the delicate lines on her soles... His dick was fully hard again, and he wished that he could jerk off right then and there.

Aaron sat and stared at Carolina, and made dumb small talk to prolong his time spent with her. The stain must have been hard to clean, because Carolina had been on her hands and knees in that exquisite position for over twenty minutes. Aaron was happy for her to stay there all day. He enjoyed staring at her ass, and her legs, and her feet, but he could not see Carolina's face. He could not see her wicked smirk.

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Aaron greeted his parents with hugs and smiles, and his twin sister with a teasing insult. They sat around the kitchen table, and shared a bottle of wine Aaron had brought home from Italy.

"You know, you really shouldn't be drinking this, you two," giggled Matilda, Aaron's mother. "You guys are only twenty; far too young to appreciate such good wine! Really, you should leave it for your dad and I!"

"Ha ha ha," laughed Aaron sarcastically, "Funny, I was sophisticated enough to choose the bottle..."

They all laughed, and Aaron grabbed a handful of prosciutto from the charcuterie board.

"So, new maid?" he asked with his mouth full of ham. "What's her story?"

"Oh, you met what's-her-name, Carol... ina?" Matilda replied. "Yes, she has been with us since not long after you left for Europe. She used to work for the Johnson family in Manhattan. Impeccable references. She's from, like, Spain, or something..."

Aaron's mother drank from her wine, and his twin sister, Lucy, snickered.

"Mother doesn't like her," Lucy giggled into her glass. "And it's pronounced Caroleeeeena, mom; she's not a state. And she's from Portugal..."

Aaron laughed and looked back at his mother, who was scoffing at Lucy.

"Excuse me, I do not dislike her. She is very good at cleaning the house!" she chided dramatically. "I just think that she could cover up a bit more. Her references from the Johnson family are really excellent, though..."

Aaron laughed again, and Lucy rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on!" Lucy exclaimed. "She cleans this place all day in the heat! It's the summer!"

"I know, I know, I'm being a bitch," Matilda sighed, rolling her eyes, then laughing. "I'm just jealous, alright? She is so gorgeous, and exotic!"

Aaron said nothing, but he could not have agreed more.

Matilda turned to her husband and jokingly shook her finger at him.

"Just you keep your eyes to yourself, old man! Don't be getting any ideas!"

Mr Hansen held his hands up in the air in mock surrender, and chuckled.

"How dare you? Old man?" he sighed with half-feigned offence, lifting the bottle and pouring the last of the wine into his wife's glass.

"Trying to get me drunk, Mr Hansen?" Matilde said giddily. Aaron and Lucy made retching noises.

"Get? I think we're long past 'get'!" he said smirking. "But on that note, shall I open another bottle?"

Mr Hansen stood from the table, and swiftly selected and uncorked a bottle of red before his wife could object. Aaron and Lucy eagerly held out their glasses and gratefully accepted more wine, and Matilda rolled her eyes again, before laughing and sipping from her glass.

"So, will Carolina be staying with us here? Or will she live in town?" Aaron asked, trying to sound casual.

"Perve," Lucy taunted, and Aaron stuck his tongue out at her.

"She will be staying in the pool house," Matilda said sleepily. "She is new to the area, so she will stay here for the meantime."

Aaron nodded, and tried to suppress his smile. He was more than happy to see plenty of Carolina.

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The next day, the Hansens headed out for a hike, which Aaron happily declined to join. He was still exhausted from his travels, and he was looking forward to lounging around all day in his pyjamas. He went down to the kitchen, and browsed the refrigerator for something to eat.

"Oooo, yes, that will do," he said to himself, and he reached for the large chocolate cake in the middle shelf. It was covered in gluttonous amounts of cream and different fruits, and a stupid smile came over his lips.

He grabbed the cake box by its cover, but as he lifted it towards him, the bottom of the box fell through completely. The huge, heavy cake came thundering down and splattered down the front of the fridge and crashed onto the floor. On its way down, it knocked over a carton of juice, which burst and flooded the tile floor.

"Ahhh, for fuck's sake!" he bellowed, his head rolling back in annoyance. He looked at the mess he had made, and groaned.

"Mr Aaron! What happened? Are you alright?" Carolina called from the hallway. She hurried in, and immediately grabbed mounds of paper towels.

"Yes, yes, I'm alright! Sorry I... God, what a mess, I'm so sorry..." he replied. He could not help looking Carolina up and down; her long, black hair was held back by a pretty hairband, and she wore a beautiful, light green dress which showed off her smooth, toned thighs. Aaron nearly groaned when he saw that her feet were bare.

"No, it is okay! Do not worry, meu amor, you are tired! Please, go sit and I will clean this up," Carolina said with a warm smile.

"Please, let me help. I would feel terrible if you had to clean up my mess..." Aaron said, melting under the warmth of Carolina's smile.

"Here," she said, handing him some paper towels. "To help your guilt, you can dry up that orange juice before it reaches the hallway!"

They both laughed, and Aaron got down on his hands and knees and started to mop at the juice. Carolina turned and started to wipe the spilt cake from the front of the fridge.

"Wow, it truly got everywhere!" she laughed. Aaron looked up, and just as he did, Carolina stepped towards the fridge, and her bare foot came down with a gentle squelch on the pile of cake.

"Oh dear! How clumsy am I?" she laughed. "Ah, well. I will just have to wash my feet after!"

Aaron forced out a laugh, but the sight of Carolina's big, meaty sole squashing the gooey, mushy cake had stopped him in his tracks.

Holy fuck.

Carolina lifted her foot from the cake, and Aaron could see that her wrinkled sole was completely coated with cream and ganache. She brought her foot back down, and Aaron fought to supress a moan as he watched and listened to her thick, round heel pressing down on the sloppy, chocolatey mess. Aaron made himself half-heartedly wipe at the juice on the floor, and he felt his cock stiffen in his pyjama pants. Carolina began to sing sweetly as she wiped the front of the fridge, and she brought her other foot forward, and down onto the mess of cake and cream and fruit. With a gentle squish, her wide, tanned sole trapped some strawberries and blueberries, and burst them against the tile floor.

"Ahhh, I did not know there was fruit on the floor! Ooo they are so cold! And their juices and flesh are splashing between my toes!" Carolina giggled.

Aaron felt his hands begin to shake, and he swallowed hard. Every time he heard the splish and splosh of Carolina's feet as they crushed and smooshed the cake and fruit, he felt his cock pulse and tremble. She kept giggling, and gently stamped her feet up and down on the mess, and Aaron's eyes glazed over. He glanced up to the fridge, and was relieved that Carolina was still facing away from him. He had completely lost himself, staring at her mucky feet, and had not been subtle about staring. Carolina continued her singing, and grinned ear to ear. She had indeed known that Aaron was staring at her feet. That was what she was hoping for.

This would be easier than she thought.

"Ooo, it feels so strange on my feet!" Carolina cooed, and she lifted her sole up and presented it Aaron. "Look how messy! Oh, it's all over my foot!"

Aaron could barely speak, and he stared at her mucky, messy sole with his mouth hanging open. There were globs of cream over her foot, and each deep wrinkle of her sole was filled with splatters of cake and crushed fruit.

Fuck me.

Aaron's erection raged in his pyjama pants, and he almost drooled when Carolina began to gently wiggle her gooey toes. He was completely oblivious to Carolina looking back over her shoulder down at him.

"Ooo, it is too much, too messy! Please, Aaron, could you grab paper towels and wipe some of this off my foot? I am worried I will slip on all this mess on my feet!" Carolina said excitedly, and she turned to face Aaron. She held her foot up just in front of Aaron's face, and flexed her ankle to give him a full view of her goopy, messy sole.

Aaron stared, dumbfounded at Carolina's sole, and when she wriggled her toes again, he felt the muscles in his groin begin to quiver. He timidly lifted a paper towel to her foot with a trembling hand, and held under her heel with his other. Carolina began to gently flex and spread her messy toes as Aaron slowly wiped her foot with the towel, starting at her heel and gliding it up her smooth sole.

"Ooo, that tickles!" Carolina laughed, and she scrunched and stretched her sole more vigorously.

Aaron watched the cake and cream and fruit squish between Carolina's toes, and his body tensed. His erection began to twitch and bob in his pants, and as he gawked at Carolina's mushy, cake covered toes and splattered sole, his muscles began to tremble.

What the... oh, no... surely not...

Aaron panted and gasped, as his cock pulsed and spurted cum into his underwear. His muscled jerked and spasmed, and he almost collapsed face down onto the tile as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Carolina kept giggling at the feeling of the paper towel tickling her sole, and Aaron's eyes crossed slightly as his cum erupted into his pants. He felt the dampness on his crotch, and his ears burned red.

"Thank you, Aaron, you are so helpful to me!" Carolina beamed down at him. "My feet thank you!"

Alan fought to suppress a deep shudder and groan as the final squirts of his cum dribbled into his briefs. His gaze never left Carolina's wide, messy sole.

"I... I..." he stammered, as the reality of what had just happened dawned on him. "I... I am not feeling great... sorry... I need the bathroom!"

Aaron released Carolina's foot and sprung to his feet. He quickly skipped past her with his hands crossed over his crotch, and prayed that she had not seen the damp patch on his pyjamas.

She certainly had.

"S-... sorry! I... Sorry!" he spluttered as he hurried to the bathroom.

He locked the door behind him, and looked down at his crotch. What the fuck had he just done? Aaron hadn't cum in his pants since... He had never in all his life cum in his pants before! Yeah, he was tired, and he hadn't jerked off that much when he was travelling, but... what the fuck?

Aaron groaned and cursed himself, and desperately patted at the damp spot with a towel. Nothing doing. The spot remained. Shit.

He wetted the towel and furiously scrubbed at the stain, but all that achieved was to make the patch larger. Aaron cursed, and scurried up to his room, covering his crotch with his hands. He heard Carolina happily singing in the kitchen, and he quickly peeled off his briefs and pyjama pants and threw them in the laundry hamper in the hallway. He leapt back into his room, and put on a pair of gym shorts, then sat on the end of his bed and held his head in his hands.

Downstairs, Carolina sat on the kitchen counter and washed her feet in the sink. She laughed to herself, as she rubbed her fingers between her toes to remove the bits of fruit and cake. This was going to be too easy.

Carolina had arrived to the Hansen home several weeks ago, and when she saw the Hansen family photo on the wall, her eyes lit up. Oh, this would be fun.

Carolina had snooped around Aaron's room while he was away in Europe, and had opened his laptop to find that it had no password. She had opened his web browser, and looked at his history. Oh, dear, dear... Mr Aaron must have been rather horny before he left; he had forgotten to lock his laptop, or to delete his history. "Feet", "foot worship", "food", "femdom", "sploshing porn", "wet and messy"... My, oh my, Mr Aaron. Dirty boy. Good to know...

Carolina had thoroughly enjoyed her time with the Johnson family in New York, and had blackmailed them out of a rather substantial amount of money by the end of it all. Now she was with the Hansens, and she was excited for a new challenge.

Let the games begin.