Seduced by the Maid

As Matilda awoke the next morning, she yawned and rubbed her eyes. She slowly opened them, and looked up at her bedroom ceiling, and memories of the day before came flooding into her mind. A pang of panic began to form in her stomach, but before it could grow any further, Matilda heard rustling in the bed beside her, and she felt Carolina's soft lips on her bare shoulder. Carolina rested her arm over Matilda's chest, and Matilda turned to look into Carolina's brown eyes; the two women smiled at each other, and any notion of regret disappeared from Matilda's thoughts.

"Carolina... I..." she whispered timidly. She did not know what she was going to say, and she was grateful to be interrupted by Carolina kissing her lips. Their lips parted, and they giggled.

"I know, meu amor... I know..." Carolina replied.

The two women looked peacefully into each other's eyes, and then Matilda closed hers.

"Jim will come back... at some point... and when he does... Oh, God..." she groaned, with a pained expression on her face. "I don't want to even look at him... But we... Carolina... We can't..." Matilda said softly, and Carolina nuzzled gently into her cheek.

"I know, meu amor... But..." Carolina said, before trailing off.

"But what, Carolina?" Matilda asked, opening her eyes.

"Of course, we cannot be so... Open, meu amor... But..."

"But what, Carolina?" Matilda asked eagerly, desperate for Carolina to tell her some way that they could continue to do what they had done last night... again... and again... and again...

"Senhor Hansen will return, but we could... if you like... we could continue to spend time together... in the safety of the pool house... there is nothing wrong, or suspicious about me massaging you... You could come to the pool house, and I would make you feel so, so good..."

Carolina began a trail of delicate kisses across Matilda's shoulder to her neck, and Matilda closed her eyes and sighed. Could they? Could they keep doing this? Matilda knew it was wrong... Infidelity is a sin... but when Matilda thought of lying on the massage table as Carolina's soft, firm hands worked on her, her pussy quivered.

"You are so beautiful, meu amor, I do not know if I could bear to keep my hands off you..." Carolina moaned softly, and then kissed up Matilda's neck. "And you deserve to feel good... to feel appreciated... to feel pleasure..."

Carolina brought her hand to Matilda's breast and began to gently squeeze it. Matilda breathed heavily, and a small smile crossed her lips. She rubbed her thighs together, and turned her head away to offer more of her neck to Carolina's soft lips.

"You deserve so much, Senhora... any man, any woman would be lucky to touch you... to kiss you... to pleasure you... You are a goddess, meu amor... You deserve to be worshipped..."

Carolina traced her hand lightly down Matilda's abdomen and grazed her fingers delicately through the light tuft of hair above her mound. Matilda's pussy was soaking, and Carolina gently pressed her fingers against it. Matilda giggled, and then cooed softly.

"I know, meu amor... Tomorrow, I will massage you, and make you feel so good... and if you like, I will invite my friend Pedro again, and he can massage your feet and make you feel good... You deserve to feel so good... Today, you will treat yourself... Go to the spa, or salon, whatever you like... be good to yourself, because you deserve it... and tomorrow, Pedro and I will massage you..."

Matilda closed her eyes, and thought of the young man's strong hands on her feet, and her legs, and...

Carolina curled her fingers into Matilda's pussy, and bit down gently on her earlobe. Matilda panted and squealed with delight.

"Yes!" she gasped. I do deserve to feel good, she thought.

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An hour, or maybe two later, Carolina got dressed and then kissed Matilda one more time. She then gathered Matilda's clothes to carry to the hamper, so that if Aaron or Lucy saw her coming out of Matilda's room, it would look entirely innocent. Matilda lay in bed, a smile fixed on her lips, and sighed happily. The past few days when Matilda had woken up, she had immediately reached for her Valium and other assorted tablets... But today she felt entirely at peace, and the thought of taking anything did not even cross her mind.

Carolina stepped lightly up the hallway and dropped Matilda's clothes into the laundry hamper... All except a pair of dirty socks that Matilda had worn out hiking. She grinned, and stepped towards Aaron's room.

Aaron was startled when his door handle turned, and when it opened and Carolina stepped inside, he instinctively recoiled in his bed. Panic coursed through him, but even still, his cock immediately stiffened. Carolina smiled wickedly at him and stepped towards him, closing the door behind her.

"Good morning, dirty boy! I have some great news for you!" she said excitedly, standing over him. Aaron cowered under her imposing power, and sweat formed on his brow as he waited for the "good" news. "My beautiful friend, the one who we massaged, and who you... well... She loved your foot massage! She could tell that you really adore feet, and she wants you to come again to massage her! Isn't that exciting?"

Aaron blinked hard, and his mouth hung open. The thought of seeing those beautiful feet again... and touching them... Aaron's erection strained, and when Carolina saw the bulge under his duvet, she laughed.

"See, I knew you would be excited! This time, you must try to control yourself!" Carolina taunted. "It really was quite pitiful, how hopelessly turned on you were by her feet... But that is why we must train you!"

Aaron rasped, and then cleared his throat. "But... but... are you... did she?" he stammered. Carolina saw how pathetic and scared he looked, and opened her hand to show him Matilda's worn, sweaty hiking socks.

"She was so happy with your massage, and how much you love her feet, that she wanted to give you these," Carolina cooed, as she brought the socks to Aaron's face. She pressed the socks against his nose, and without thinking he sniffed in hard. His nose filled with the delicious, sweaty aroma of feet, and Aaron let out a whimper. He reached up and held the socks to his face, and his eyes crossed.

"My friend wanted you to have these, as a sign of her appreciation, and to keep you excited until tomorrow, when you will massage her feet again," Carolina said, grinning wickedly. "Enjoy them, dirty boy, and then you will return her thanks tomorrow by massaging her feet!"

Carolina turned to leave, and she had not even reached the door before she heard the rustling of Aaron's bedsheets as he scrambled to jerk off. She heard him sniff and moan, and it wasn't long until Aaron was cumming over his stomach as he smelled his mother's sweaty socks.

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Jim woke up in his hotel room, and groaned. His head was splitting, and he dry-heaved as he opened his eyes. Reflux tore up through his chest, and when he looked at the time on the alarm clock, he shuddered. He looked over to see his laptop still sitting open on the bed, and when he saw the last video he had been watching last night, he shuddered again.

Jim knew that he needed to get home, back to his house... He couldn't hide from the maid any longer. He didn't want to. He would show her...

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That afternoon as Jim drove home, fighting the urge to pull over and throw up, Matilda was enjoying a fresh pedicure, and was looking forward to getting her hair done. As Matilda's toenails were being painted a deep, wine-red, Aaron lay in bed and jerked off again while sniffing the dirty, sweaty hiking socks. And as all of this was happening, Carolina was looking down at her phone screen and smiling. She browsed through her impressive library of videos of the Hansen family, and delighted at how smoothly and effortlessly her plan was progressing.

Carolina watched the video of Aaron cumming into his sister's sock, and of Matilda climaxing on the massage table, and of Jim cumming inside her as his family slept, and she could not stop smiling. She scrolled to the video of Matilda on the massage table, as Aaron stood there massaging her feet with his erection tenting in his pants. She bit her lower lip as she watched herself place her hand over Aaron's mouth and jerk him off until he came onto his own mother's feet. Carolina could sometimes amaze even herself with her deviousness, and as the video went on she knew that this alone would fetch a hefty price.

Carolina laughed, and then took her earphones out of her ears. She looked down between her legs to Lucy, who was lying on the floor with her head between Carolina's feet. She grinned down at Lucy, who lay silently and obediently looking up at her.

Carolina tapped at her phone screen and closed the gallery app, and then opened her camera. She squatted down to Lucy's face, and then hitched up her dress. Lucy looked up at Carolina's pussy inches above her face and let out a soft whimper, and then opened her mouth wide.

"Good, meu amor," Carolina cooed, as she pressed record on her phone. "Every little drop. I want none spilled."

Lucy nodded slightly, then closed her eyes. Carolina held her phone to get a good view of Lucy's full face, and with her other hand she reached down and gently spread her labia apart. She sighed, and then shuddered as her piss trickled and then gushed down into Lucy's open mouth. Carolina laughed as she heard her gift hit the back of Lucy's throat, followed by the splashing sound of her mouth filling.

"No spilling any, meu amor," Carolina warned softly, as her nectar rose to almost the level of Lucy's lips. Lucy knew that she could not disappoint Carolina, and could not let any spill, and so she swallowed the mouthful in one gulp, before immediately opening her mouth wide again.

"Good, my beautiful girl, good," Carolina said in a soft soothing voice. She tensed and strained, and her piss streamed down to Lucy's mouth with renewed vigour.

Lucy lay under her mistress and gratefully accepted the nectar into her mouth, and she relished the taste. She felt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be, doing exactly what she was supposed to, and a subtle smile curled on Lucy's parted lips. She would do anything for Carolina... anything...

"Good girl, meu amor," cooed Carolina, and as the last trickle of her gift spilled into Lucy' mouth, she reached down and gently stroked Lucy's cheek. "For being such a good, obedient girl, you can lick me clean, and then choke on my toes as you make yourself cum."

Lucy swallowed again, and then gasped for breath and nodded vigorously. "Thank you, Goddess!" she squealed, and then stuck out her tongue to accept Carolina's pussy.

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Matilda sighed with delight. She knew that she should be distraught after finding evidence of her husband's infidelity, but honestly, she felt more relaxed and content than she had in years. Carolina had awoken something in her, and as she lay in the jacuzzi and sipped her virgin daiquiri, she buzzed with excitement for tomorrow's massage.

As Matilda finished her drink and sank into the hot, bubbling water, Aaron put on his headphones and started up his PlayStation. Matilda's socks lay beside him on his bed, and by now one of them was completely sodden with several of his loads. As Aaron was selecting the game he would try to distract himself with, Lucy knelt on the floor in the pool house, unboxing and tidying all of the items she had bought from the sex shop. She was removing the plastic wrapping from a series of increasingly large butt plugs when Jim's car pulled into the driveway.

Jim's nausea was finally clearing, but he was utterly exhausted and his head was foggy. He had driven home with determination, but now that he was here, anxiety gnawed at him. He stepped out of his car and took a deep breath in through his nose, and then exhaled from his mouth. He couldn't avoid the maid forever, and he couldn't let her scare him away from his own fucking house!

Jim cleared his thoughts, shook himself off, and then marched up to the front door. He opened it and stepped inside, and shuddered when he heard the gentle sound of Carolina's singing from the kitchen. Jim could feel sweat on his forehead, which he tried to ignore as he stepped down the hallway.

Jim opened the kitchen door to see that Carolina was faced away from him, and she was bending over the kitchen table. Jim opened his mouth to say something, but he could not help looking down at her large, round behind, and then further down to her smooth, olive-toned legs. Jim saw that she was wearing slippers on her feet, and as she leaned forward over the table, Jim watched her heels rise, giving him a view of her soles. Jim swallowed hard, and his cock stirred.

Carolina continued to clear the table as she sang, and Jim continued to stand and stare. He knew that he should speak up... but each time Carolina leant forward, her plump, glorious ass rose, and her smooth, toned calves flexed, and more of her wide, heavenly soles became visible. Jim stared at her thick, round heels and imagined sucking and biting on them, and his cock continued to harden in his jeans. He finally snapped himself out of his fantasy, and looked up to see Carolina looking back at him over her shoulder, smiling. Jim jumped, and cold, fresh sweat formed on his brow.

"Oh, Senhor Jim," she said softly, holding still in the pose Jim had been staring at. "I am surprised to see you home so soon; Matilda had said you were away on business."

Carolina may have said she was surprised to see Jim, but she certainly didn't look or sound it. In fact, Carolina wasn't surprised to see Jim at all. She had seen the charge to his bank card last night, and a quick internet search had told Carolina that it was the cost of one night's stay in a suite, implying that he would be coming back the next day. When Carolina had seen the same card being used at a gas station between the city and this house an hour ago, her suspicion was confirmed.

"Carolina... I... where's Matilda? Where... We need to talk..." Jim stammered. He was willing down his erection without success, and when he saw Carolina notice his bulge and smirk at him, he felt himself glow red.

"Oh, Matilda is away today. She went to the salon, then the spa I believe, and will not be back until later tonight," Carolina said innocently. "What would you like to talk about, Jim?"

Carolina turned to Jim as she spoke, and leaned back against the table on her two hands. Jim looked to see that the front of her dress was fastened devilishly low, showing off her ample cleavage, and Jim had to fight with everything he had not to stare. He forced himself to look into Carolina's eyes, but he could not even hold her gaze, and so instead he looked off into space.

"Carolina I... I'm sorry, but..." Jim spluttered, and his apology made him wince. He cleared his throat, determined to sound confident. He was a CEO, for God's sake!

"Carolina, this all has to stop... what happened was wrong, and... Well, it cannot go on, and... I think it would be better if you were to move on..."

Carolina didn't react, or even blink. She just kept smiling her serene smile, and stared so intensely at Jim that when he looked back at her, his knees almost buckled.

"Now, of course, you will be given good references, and I am happy to pay you a... a bonus, to help until you find new work..." Jim continued, forcing himself to build momentum so that he did not crack under Carolina's stare.

As he spoke, Carolina slowly lifted one of her feet from her slipper, and stroked her toes down her smooth, tanned shin. Jim's eyes darted down to her deep red nail polish, and he was mesmerized; he trailed off mid-sentence, and for a moment he forgot entirely what he had been trying to say.

"I..." he rasped, as he watched Carolina gently glide her toes up and down her other leg. "Carolina, we have to stop... This has to stop!"

Jim had hoped to at least startle Carolina by raising his voice, but when she did not even flinch, his heart sank. Carolina just kept on stroking her beautiful, bare foot up and down, and Jim cursed his obvious erection.

"You have to... you have to go, Carolina!" Jim said more severely, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles were white. Carolina smiled more widely.

"But, Jim, I do not want to go," she said calmly. A chill went through Jim, and for a few seconds he was completely speechless.

"Ex-... excuse me, Carolina... Excuse me, but you have no choice!" Jim said, his voice cracking. "I am your employer, and I no longer want to employ you! You are lucky I'm offering you a reference, and money! I could..."

Jim trailed off when he saw Carolina raise one of her eyebrows and begin to snicker. He felt furious, but his hands began to tremble not with anger but with fear. He knew that he was on shaky ground...

"Oh, really?" Carolina laughed. "Lucky? Oh, you are so gracious, Senhor Jim! Here I thought you wanted me gone because you regret fucking me, and cumming inside me! I thought you were trying to pay me off so that your wife would not find out that you licked your filthy cum from my feet as she slept beside you! I did not know that you were being kind!"

Jim shuddered, and again felt his knees try to give way beneath him. Carolina's words and laughter cut through him, and her eyes and smile were so wicked that he could not look at her face. He looked down at the floor, and his eyes were drawn again to Carolina's red toes. She began to stroke them further up her leg to her knee, and Jim watched in awe as her olive foot paused and rested on her thick, tanned thigh.

"Jim, I don't want to leave. I am happy here, and I am having fun," Carolina sighed. "And I don't think you want me to leave, either."

Jim looked up at Carolina's face to see that she was now showing him a sultry grin. Her beautiful, brown eyes were still fixed on him, but now he could not look away.

"No, Jim, I am not done here," Carolina said, smiling. "So, I don't think I will be going anywhere... And I don't think you want me to go anywhere, do you Jim?"

Carolina brought her bare foot down from her thigh and out towards him. She stretched out her leg and presented her foot to Jim, and he mouthed wordlessly as she began to gently wriggle her toes.

"No, Jim, I am not done here, and I am not done with you. But I don't think you want me to go, Jim. I don't think that you want me to be done with you..."

Carolina used her hands to lift herself as she shuffled her behind up onto the table, and Jim let out a soft groan as he watched her other slipper slide from her foot and drop gently to the floor. Carolina leaned back against her hands, and raised both of her feet in the air, pointing her toes to the ceiling so that Jim could see her soles. Jim gasped, and his cock throbbed.

"I... Carolina... please..." he stammered, but he did not look away from Carolina's wide, wrinkled soles as she slowly flexed and spread her toes.

"Yes, Jim, I don't think you want me to go. I don't think you want me to be finished with you. Jim, I think you want to keep enjoying my company."

Carolina could see how pathetically erect Jim was, and she laughed. Jim heard the mockery in her laughter, and his cock strained even harder.

"You want me to stay, and not because you are worried that I will tell your wife about how you came inside me while she slept upstairs... or how you worshipped my foot while lying in bed beside her... and then swallowed my cum... and then your own..."

Jim's lip quivered and he felt nauseous, but hearing Carolina ridiculing him, and remembering those scenes, he felt his erection betray him as precum leaked into his pants.

"No, you want me to stay because you love how I make you feel... and you love worshipping me... and serving me... Look at how hard you are now! Oh, I think you love being ridiculed, and degrading yourself for me! Look at how you stare at my feet! Desperate to drop to your knees and worship them..."