Seduced by the Maid

Jim sat at the hotel bar and tipped the remnants of his fourth Old Fashioned into his mouth. This one had gone down smoothly, and quickly, and he basked in the whiskey's warm glow. Jim's head had been in chaos for days now, and it was only now with the help of alcohol that he felt that he could think straight. Last night had been... insane... insane was the only word for it.

Jim had known it would be risky to sleep with Carolina... In fact, he had known that it would be very fucking stupid to sleep with Carolina... Fucking the help, an employee, in his own home, with his wife and kids sleeping upstairs... For fuck's sake, Jim, what were you thinking?

But there was something about Carolina that was utterly irresistible. Her eyes, her lips, her body... and the way she spoke, and carried herself... the way she batted her eyelashes and pouted her lips... Jim was drawn to her, and that night in the kitchen he had been helpless to resist her. Jim had feebly tried to fend her off, but they had both known that he wanted her, and he had been completely helpless as she sucked his cock and rode him until he came inside her. But last night... last night... Jesus, last night...

Jim had avoided Carolina all day yesterday, but she was not finished with him. He had awoken from his sleep to find her standing over him in the dark, while his wife Matilda slept soundly beside him... and Carolina had made him worship her heavenly foot, and jerk off for her until he came... and then... Oh, Jesus... and then...

Carolina had made Jim open his mouth... and she squatted down and fingered herself until she came into it, and made him swallow her cum... And then... then...

Jim shuddered, and waved his hand at the bartender indicating that he wanted, no, needed another Old Fashioned.

... Then, as his wife Matilda slept soundly beside him... Jim had licked his own cum from Carolina's foot...

Jim almost retched when the memory of the brackish taste came back to him... Where was that fucking drink?

Jim had never done anything so disgusting in his life. He had fucked plenty of women before and after he got married to Matilda, but he had never engaged in any kinky shit like that. He had always been the one in charge. Different strokes for different folks, whatever lifts your skirt etc. etc., Jim didn't judge, but when it came to his sex life, Jim was a man who liked to fuck women, and that was it.

Licking his own cum off of Carolina's foot had repulsed Jim... but... but even now, as Jim thought back to last night, and remembered Carolina degrading and dominating him with her toes, he felt his neck grow warm and his cock stiffen. She was so beautiful, and so powerful, and Jim had the horrible feeling that Carolina could make him do anything...

Jim shuddered again, and thanked Christ when his fifth drink was placed in front of him. He lifted it to his lips and drained it quickly, and then threw a handful of peanuts into his mouth.

Fuck all that. Jim wasn't about to let a maid, a fucking employee, make him do anything. He was a man who liked to fuck women, and he wasn't going to let one fuck him literally or metaphorically... And he certainly wasn't going to let one scare him away from his own fucking house!

Jim would go home and look Carolina in the eyes, and he would make it very clear who was in control. And if she threatened or hinted at any bullshit or blackmail, she would find out just how powerful he is!

Yes, Jim would return home... But perhaps not tonight. Jim was completely shitfaced, and he was not even confident that he could make it to the bathroom without any drama, never mind drive home. No, tonight Jim would check into this hotel, and then he would go home tomorrow. But first, dinner; Jim could murder a steak.

Jim drained the dregs of his fifth old fashioned and then called for the cheque. He fumbled in his wallet to find his credit card, and blinked hard as his vision struggled to focus. He picked out the first card he saw and threw it down on the bar, and then asked the waiter for a dinner menu.

That evening, Jim polished off a rare rib-eye with French fries and onion rings, accompanied by a few more whiskies, and then checked into a suite at the hotel. He stumbled upstairs and flopped onto the bed, and decided he would make use of his freedom; he would jerk off...

Jim fumbled at his drunk, soft cock with no luck... until the thought of Carolina entered his mind. Instantly, his cock woke up. He tried to imagine himself taking the lead, and dominating Carolina... But his mind was flooded by thoughts and memories of Carolina batting his feeble hands away before opening up his trousers, and grabbing his hard cock... Of her pouncing on top of him and fucking him until he came helplessly inside her...

Jim thought of Carolina dominating him with her perfect feet... of her commanding and instructing him... He thought of devoting himself to Carolina, and serving her in depraved ways... Jim's cock hardened even further, and he jerked it furiously.

Jim had never been into kink or female domination before, but curiosity got the better of him... He reached over to his bag and pulled out his laptop. He opened the internet browser and searched for porn videos of women controlling and humiliating men, and he found that he liked it very much.

In his drunken, horny daze, Jim had forgotten to use the incognito browser to watch the porn; this would be of consequence to him later. He had also, without realising it, paid for his dinner, drinks and hotel suite with a credit card linked to a joint account that she shared with Matilda. And so, as he lay in bed and jerked off to a video of a man being pegged, Jim was completely unaware that Matilda could see on her banking app that Jim was not away on business, but was in fact in a hotel nearby.

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While Jim was eating steak in the hotel restaurant, Matilda was sat across the kitchen table from Carolina, with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in her hand. She felt giddy talking to Carolina, and her body felt blissfully relaxed. As she sipped at her wine, Matilda gazed into Carolina's beautiful brown eyes, and she felt her cheeks blush. Matilda had noticed how obviously attractive Carolina was the instant she had first met her, but now she was realising how utterly beautiful she was.

Matilda looked from Carolina's enchanting eyes to her plump red lips, then down her delicate, olive neck, and couldn't help looking down further to Carolina chest... The neckline of her dress hung low and showed off her glorious, tanned cleavage. Matilda's gaze lingered on Carolina's breasts long enough to become an outright stare, and she did not notice Carolina grinning widely at her.

As Matilda stared at Carolina's chest she felt a quivering between her legs. Usually, she would instinctively push such sapphic desires out of her head without having to think about it (she had decades of practice at repressing such sinful thoughts), but this evening Matilda was feeling rather disinhibited, and so she allowed herself look at Carolina, and truly appreciate her.

Carolina had given Matilda a full body massage twice now, and had 'accidentally' made her cum during both. Matilda had been filled with shame and embarrassment, and had hoped desperately that Carolina had not noticed her climax, completely unaware that this had been Carolina's explicit intention the whole time. Matilda would have likely realised this, had she not been chewing through copious amounts of Valium and easing her daily hangovers by eating handfuls of 'nausea medication' that Carolina had switched with identical-looking THC pills. The truth was, Matilda had been in a blissfully stoned haze for days now, and she would not have been able to figure out Carolina's schemes if they had been written down and explained to her. Matilda's mind was a delightful goo, and as her inhibitions weakened, old, long-repressed lusts crept back to the fore.

Matilda had been so nervous that Carolina had noticed her orgasms on the massage table, but now as she sat across from her, and gazed at her beauty, Matilda began to wonder if she even cared if Carolina had noticed...

Carolina was enchanting, and she made Matilda feel so, so good... And her friend, Pedro, who had massaged her feet with his strong, young hands... She had not seen him, but she imagined Pedro as a beautiful, tanned young man with strong arms... And she imagined him flipping her over on the massage table, and climbing on top of her...

"How are you feeling, meu amor? Do your muscles feel good?" Carolina asked sweetly, snapping Matilda out of her fantasy. Matilda looked up from Carolina's chest and blushed, and smiled timidly. She suddenly realised that she was wet between her legs.

"Oh, yes Carolina... Thank you so much! I feel... incredible," Matilda said giddily, feeling bashful as Carolina gazed at her.

"Good," Carolina said, smiling. "And what about your foot massage from my friend Pedro? Did he make you feel good, meu amor?"

"Oh, yes!" Matilda exclaimed, and Carolina smirked. Matilda cleared her throat with embarrassment, and then continued more shyly. "Yes, he was... very good with his hands."

"Oh, yes, meu amor! He knows so well what to do with his hands," Carolina said, grinning. "He really knows how to make a woman feel good..."

Matilda felt her pussy quiver gently, and she thought back to his hands pressing on and rubbing her feet, and imagined how good they would feel moving up her legs...

"Would you like me to invite him back, to assist me with your next massage?" Carolina asked innocently. "I would be happy to arrange it!"

Matilda rubbed her thighs together, and without hesitation answered "Yes".

"Good! I will call him later!" Carolina said, as she re-filled Matilda's wine glass.

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Matilda and Carolina sat for hours, chatting and laughing and gazing at each other. As Jim lay in his hotel bed, drunkenly cumming over his stomach as he watched a video of a woman stamping on a man's cock and balls in a pair of stiletto heels, Carolina lifted her phone and saw a number of notifications from a banking app. Not from her bank account, however, but Jim and Matilda's...

Jim was always very secretive and secure with his passwords and log-in details (Carolina guessed that he was probably hiding a few accounts' existence from his dear wife), so she had made no inroads in trying to gain access to any of his private affairs. Matilda, on the other hand, had left her phone unlocked numerous times when she was drunk, and once had even left her banking app logged in, and so Carolina had little difficulty cloning her phone, and accessing a considerable amount of valuable information. Now whenever a credit card linked to a joint account was used, for example the card Jim had used today to pay for his drinks, dinner, and hotel suite, Carolina received a notification to her phone with details of where the card had been used. Carolina's eyes lit up when she saw the name of the local hotel.

"Senhora Hansen, where is Senhor Hansen today?" Carolina asked innocently, suppressing a wicked smile.

"Oh, away on business..." Matilda said, rolling her eyes comically. "Or so he says..."

Carolina raised her eyebrow slightly. Oh? What's this? Is Senhora a bit more astute than she lets on?

"What do you mean, Senhora?" Carolina asked with feigned innocence. "Oh, forgive me, I should not pry..."

Matilda finished her glass of wine and sighed. "No, no, Carolina, it's fine... I'm just being silly," she said. "I just..."

Carolina said nothing, and gave Matilda the room to continue. Carolina knew that Matilda wanted to tell her.

"I just..." she repeated after a few moments. "Jim goes away on business a lot, and spends so much time in town and in the city... and sometimes I feel... I feel... sometimes I worry, and feel insecure that he... that he..."

"Surely, you do not worry that he is unfaithful?" Carolina said with an impressive impression of incredulity. "But Senhora, how could he? You are too stunning! Too beautiful! Too sexy to feel insecure about such things!"

Matilda looked at Carolina and giggled, and felt her pussy quiver again.

"Oh, you're too kind Carolina. But... He is away so much, and I know that he has his needs... and we don't fuck like we used to... and, oh I'm sorry for talking like this!"

"Do not worry, meu amor, you can tell me anything!" Carolina said kindly. "But truly, you have nothing to fear! You are a vision, and any man would be a fool not to realise it! Take it from somebody who has seen and felt your body, eh? He could not do better!"

Carolina laughed, and Matilda giggled, and they held each other's gaze for a few long moments.

"Thank you, Carolina... I just wish that there was... some way to know... for sure."

Carolina poured Matilda another glass of wine, and sighed.

"I know, meu amor, but it is not like you can track him around the world, or bug his suitcase, or check his bank records..."

Matilda sipped at her wine, and then after a few seconds her eyes widened. She reached for her phone, and with blurry drunk eyes she unlocked it and opened the banking app. She checked the statement for the joint account... And then sat in silence.

Carolina saw the pallor on Matilda's face, and stepped around the table to sit beside her.

"Oh, Senhora, what is it?" Carolina asked. Matilda said nothing, and Carolina looked down at Matilda's phone screen. She put her hands to her mouth in mock-surprise, and then put her arms around Matilda. "Oh, there must be some sort of explanation..."

Matilda dropped her phone onto the table, and lifted her glass to her mouth. After draining its contents, she sighed and closed her eyes.

"I knew it. I've always suspected... Always known that he's been unfaithful... I could tell... But finally having proof of it..."

Carolina moved her hands to Matilda's shoulders and began to gently massage them. "I am so sorry, meu amor," she soothed softly. Matilda instinctively relaxed at Carolina's touch, and breathed deeply.

"You are a beautiful, sexy, powerful woman, meu amor," Carolina said into Matilda's ear. Matilda shuddered gently, and her pussy trembled at Carolina's words. "Anyone who does not appreciate your beauty is a fool."

"Jim hasn't appreciated my beauty in years... But I always catch him staring at other, younger women..." Matilda muttered, but she was distracted by the feeling of Carolina's fingers kneading her shoulders... She was transported in her mind to the massage-table, and she felt herself becoming wetter, and wetter...

"I have seen your beauty, meu amor..." Carolina whispered, leaning closer to Matilda's ear. "You are a vision, you are stunning, and your body... Your body, meu amor..."

Matilda felt Carolina's gentle breath on her neck, and she let out a soft gasp. She turned to Carolina, whose face was less than inches from hers, and the two women gazed into each other's eyes. Matilda looked down to Carolina's soft, plump lips, which were slightly parted, and then moved her face towards Carolina.

Matilda pressed her lips against Carolina's, who kissed her back eagerly. Carolina pressed her tongue into Matilda's mouth, and Matilda moaned into hers. Carolina then brought her near hand down from Matilda's shoulder to her breast, and began to massage it gently, and Matilda moaned again.

The two women began to kiss more hungrily, and Carolina reached over and slid her hand between the folds of Matilda's bathrobe, and then began to squeeze Matilda's other breast. Matilda breathed heavily through her nose as Carolina's tongue explored her mouth, and she let out a whimper when she felt Carolina's fingers clasp and stroke at her nipple. Matilda was soaking, and she slowly brought her hips forward in her chair and spread her thighs apart.

Carolina dragged her hand down from Matilda's breast, opening the bathrobe as she did so, and then pressed her fingers against Matilda's hot, moist mound. Matilda whined as she felt Carolina's fingertips move up and down her labia, and when Carolina pressed her middle finger firmly against Matilda's clit, Matilda shuddered and gasped.

Carolina began to slowly stroke her fingers in a circular motion over Matilda's pussy, and Matilda's eyes crossed. Carolina felt how wet Matilda was, and inside her mind she laughed. She curled one finger inside Matilda's pussy, and then a second, and began to gently probe at her G-spot.

"Hmmmpphhh," Matilda moaned into Carolina's mouth, and Carolina increased the quickness and pressure of her fingers. Matilda opened her thighs even further apart, and shifted her hips forward again, desperately forcing her pussy against Carolina's hand. Carolina sucked on Matilda's lips, and Matilda's eyes rolled back in her head.

Matilda felt exquisite pleasure rippling and coursing through her pussy, and her toes curled, and her back arched from the chair. Carolina began to vigorously pump her arm up and down as she plundered and pounded Matilda's G-spot with her fingers, while stroking her thumb over Matilda's clit. Matilda's lips parted, and she groaned and panted, and Carolina pulled her face back slightly from Matilda's. Carolina rested her forehead against Matilda's, and stared deeply into her eyes, and smiled.

"Cum for me, meu amor... My beautiful Senhora... Cum for me... You are so beautiful... Cum for me!"

Matilda's eyelids flickered, and her breath caught in her throat. She could not look away from Carolina's deep brown eyes, and her muscles tensed and seized as electricity coursed through her. She writhed and squirmed in her chair, as Carolina panted and sweated from the vigour with which she fingered Matilda's pussy.

"Fffuuuccckkk... sh-... sh-... Oh, fuckkk... Oh... Oh..." Matilda gasped, and then she let out a gentle cry as she came onto Carolina's hand.

"Good, Senhora... Good..." Carolina cooed as Matilda's orgasm sent her into convulsions. She removed her fingers from Matilda's pussy and strummed violently at her clit, and Matilda gushed torrents of cum onto the kitchen floor.

Matilda stared vacantly at Carolina, and her mouth babbled wordlessly as she came. Carolina smiled and pressed her lips against Matilda's again, and all Matilda knew to do was kiss her back. The two women kissed hungrily as Matilda's orgasm went on and on, and by the time it finally subsided, Matilda felt like she could collapse to the floor.

Matilda whimpered when Carolina removed her fingers from her mound, and then she panted and moaned and cooed as her pussy quivered and twitched.

"Beautiful Senhora... let us go to your room..." Carolina whispered. Matilda's mind was a blissful haze, and she could only nod and smile.

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Aaron turned the music in his headphones up, trying to drown out his turbulent thoughts. He stared at his ceiling, desperate to think about anything but the events of that afternoon. But no amount of music or distraction would block out the image of the mysterious woman's beautiful, delicate soles coated in his cum.

Aaron shuddered, and a pit gnawed at his stomach. Had he done something wrong? Something immoral? He had cum over the feet of an oblivious woman! Sure, it had been the maid's doing... She had held her hand over his mouth as she jerked his cock... But he had not tried to stop her, or to resist... And he had become hard all on his own as he had massaged the woman's feet. Oh, God, what had he done?

Even still, Aaron felt his cock stiffen every time he thought of the woman's soles. They were so beautiful, and curvaceous, and so smooth. He thought of each gentle wrinkle of her soft, flawless soles, and he imagined bringing them to his face and sniffing and kissing and licking them. Aaron remembered looking down as his cum erupted over them... he could not remember ever cumming so hard or so much...