Seduced by the Maid

Jim Hansen woke to the sound of his morning alarm, and his wife's frustrated groan.

"Turn it offfff," Matilda grumbled, pulling her pillow over her head. "Why set an alarm at the weekend...?"

Jim rolled his eyes, and hit the top of the alarm. God forbid her majesty is disturbed...

Jim rolled out of bed, and stretched. He looked down at his wife, who was already snoring again, and drooling on her pillow. Jim felt the gentle semi-morning wood in his boxers, and looked back at his wife.

Some chance.

Matilda was still a very beautiful woman, but at this stage in their marriage, Jim's sex life was very much dependant on pre-planning, and on how much wine his wife had drank. Spontaneous passion was a thing of the distant past.

Jim pulled on a t-shirt, and then stepped towards the bedroom window. He peaked out at the morning sky; it was a beautiful, clear blue, and Jim heard birds chirping. He sighed, and smiled. He looked down at the lawn, at the light dew on the grass, and over to the pool house. The image of the new maid popped into his mind, and he felt his semi stir.

Jim had met many beautiful women in his time, and had hired a few of them to work for him, but this maid was something else. When he had first walked into his living room to see her down on all fours, cleaning the fireplace, her wide, smooth soles scrunched underneath her big, round ass... Christ...

Matilda had been jealous of the new maid immediately, and in the interest of a quiet life, and of being able to keep the maid around, Jim had committed himself to subtlety, not looking at the maid when his wife was around, and sneaking glances here and there when she wasn't.

Jim knew that nothing could happen with the maid; he was no stranger to an affair with an attractive employee, but not in his family home. But that didn't mean he couldn't fanaticise...

Jim stood at the window, stiffening in his boxers as he looked down at the pool house, and pictured the maid down on her knees, looking up at him with her gorgeous brown eyes, and sliding her plump red lips down his shaft...

He could have no idea that down in the pool house his daughter was laying over the maid's lap, as the maid spanked her bare ass with her hand, and taunted her for being a bad girl.

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The night before, Carolina had made Lucy Hansen cum harder than she ever had before, and then enjoyed a delightful orgasm of her own thanks to Lucy's tongue. She had then kissed Lucy deeply on her mouth, and then sent her back to her own room, explaining that it would look more than a little suspicious for Lucy to spend the night in the maid's quarters.

That morning, Carolina had been pleasantly surprised to find that Lucy had returned to her door, under the auspices of needing help with some sewing. Carolina had invited her inside, and then immediately ordered Lucy to get down on her knees and grovel at Carolina's feet. Lucy kissed Carolina's feet, and on Carolina's instruction, she apologised for being such a silly girl, and for coming to Carolina's room without being told to.

Carolina did not find Lucy's apologies satisfactory, and so she stepped away from Lucy and sat at the end of her bed. She patted her lap, and told Lucy to lay across it so that she could receive her punishment. Lucy did as she was commanded without hesitation, and almost threw herself over Carolina's lap.

Carolina then pulled up Lucy's skirt, and roughly pulled her underwear down around her knees. Carolina spread her own legs, and then lifted one of Lucy's legs gently over hers so that her soaking pussy rested against Carolina's thigh. Lucy whimpered, and then gasped and winced when Carolina's open hand slapped down on her behind.

"You will thank me for each spank, Lucy, and then you will apologise. Is that understood?" Carolina said sternly, as she gently rubbed her fingers over the pink handprint on Lucy's ass.

"Yes," Lucy whimpered.

Carolina lifted her hand, and brought it down twice as hard onto the same place. Lucy yelped, and a tear formed in her eye.

"Yes, Mistress," Carolina corrected.

Lucy groaned, and Carolina could feel Lucy's pussy gently thrust into her thigh.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. I am sorry, Mistress," Lucy said breathlessly.

"Good."

Carolina's hand raised again, and Lucy braced herself for another sweet impact. Carolina's hand thrashed the same spot again, which was turning a deep red on Lucy's asscheek, and Lucy moaned and sobbed.

"Thank you, Mistress... I am sorry, Mistress!" she rasped.

"Sorry for what?" Carolina prompted, gently rubbing the roasting red handprint with her palm.

"S-... sorry for being a silly girl..." Lucy moaned, and Carolina grinned ear to ear. Lucy had started to thrust her mound more firmly into Carolina's thigh, and her lust dripped down Carolina's leg.

"Good."

With a loud thwack, Carolina swatted Lucy's ass with her fingertips, and Lucy let out a long whine. Her pussy quivered against Carolina's leg, and she could not help but grind her hips even harder.

"Oh, what's this? Is Lucy being a dirty little girl? Is Lucy so dirty, so depraved, that she's finding pleasure in her punishment?"

*THWACK*

Lucy bit her lip to stop from howling, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Yes, Mistress... Thank you, Mistress... I am sorry for being such a dirty girl... Oh, fffuckkk..." Lucy grunted, as she vigorously rubbed her mound against Carolina's smooth thigh.

"Oh, dirty girl... If you cum on my leg, you will clean up your mess with your tongue, understood? You will clean my skin with your tongue, and then you will make me cum, and then you will kneel at my feet and grovel until I decide what task you will carry out for me next! Understood?"

Lucy nodded and wept with joy.

"Yes, Mistress... Oh, Godddd... Yes!"

"Good," Carolina said sharply. "So then cum!"

With that, Carolina rained a seemingly endless series of slaps down on Lucy's asscheek, and Lucy's eyes crossed as she drooled on the floor. Lucy's eyelids flickered, and she babbled nonsensical words, and her lust poured down Carolina's legs.

And so it was that as the two men of the house masturbated to the image of the maid in their minds, Jim in the shower, Aaron in his bed, the daughter of the house was on her knees, licking her own arousal off of the maid's thigh, before bringing her tongue to her pussy.

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"Hellloooooo? Earth to Lucy!" Jim said, startling Lucy and bringing her back to reality. "What has you so distracted?"

Lucy blinked, and searched for the right words.

"Oh... just tired is all... I've been working out a lot... and I'm just... tired..." she mumbled, dreamily.

"Did you injure yourself, sweety? Why are you sitting like that?" Jim asked with concern. Lucy had been sitting at the kitchen table, slanted to one side to take the pressure off of her red-raw asscheek.

"Oh, yeah... think I pulled a muscle..." she said quietly, unable to stop thinking about the past 24 hours. It had been so intense, so exciting... so fucking hot...

"Well just take it easy, okay? Maybe just lounge about today, and give the running and hiking a rest?"

Lucy nodded, staring out the window.

"I'm going into town... to see some friends..." she lied, and lifted herself from the table. She winced as she stood, and Jim looked worriedly at her.

"Jesus, Lucy, that's some muscle pull! Maybe I should book you a physio...?" he said, but Lucy cut him off.

"No, no... don't worry dad, I'm all good, just a little stiff!" she said, trying to sound relaxed and casual, and then walked out if the kitchen. Carolina had instructed her to go into town, and buy her more wine and weed, and then come back and tidy the pool house. Lucy wanted nothing more than to please Carolina, and so she set off.

Jim leaned against the kitchen counter and shrugged, and tore off a hunk of bread from the loaf. He bit into it, and heard the sound of singing from outside.

Jim wandered across the kitchen, and peaked out the window to the garden. The maid was out enjoying her lunch break, and Jim decided to enjoy watching her for a bit. She was laying on one of the loungers, basking in the sun, and Jim felt hot under his collar when she leant down and began applying suncream to her bare legs.

The maid's smooth legs glistened in the sun, and Jim watched in awe at her hands gliding up and down each leg, from the very top of her thick thighs down to her perfect feet. Jim felt his cock stirring for the second time today, and was surprised; he hadn't felt so 'lively' since he was a much younger man.

The maid lifted one of her legs in the air and rubbed handfuls of cream over her shin and calf, and Jim's breathing grew heavier as he stared at her tanned foot, with its perfect toes and bright red nail polish...

Jim heard the front door open, and he rolled his eyes. That must be Matilda back home from the store. Fun's over. He decided to sneak one last glace back at the maid, only to see her smiling back at him while she rubbed cream over her heavenly foot.

Startled, Jim smiled awkwardly back, and then had to tear his gaze away from the maid's foot as she lathered suncream over it.

Jesus, had she... Be smarter, Jim... Be smarter...

Matilda walked into the kitchen carrying shopping bags, and looked at Jim curiously.

"What has you so flustered?" she asked suspiciously.

"What? Oh, nothing... I'm just a bit tired... Been working out a lot recently..." he mumbled, and then cleared his throat.

"Hmmm, I see," she replied, before stepping toward the window to see what her husband had been looking at.

Jim winced and he felt a pit in his stomach. All he fucking needed was a rant about the hot maid...

Jim turned round only to see that the garden was empty, and that the maid was nowhere to be seen. Relief poured through him, and Matilda looked at him curiously before carrying the shopping bags to the fridge. Jim looked outside again, and there was no sign of the maid... except... sitting by the lounger, was a small bottle of lotion.

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Aaron lay on his bed and doomscrolled on his phone. He had told himself that today would be different, and that he would be productive. He would not lay in bed all day, mindlessly swiping on his phone, and he would not jerk off to the maid. He had failed on all three counts. He heard a gentle knock at the door, and an angelic voice from outside his door.

"Excuse me, Aaron, can I open the door?" Carolina called sweetly. Aaron's heart skipped, and he sat up in bed.

"Sure!" he called, "Come on in!"

The door opened, and Carolina stepped in to his room carrying the laundry hamper.

"I just wanted to check if you have anything that needs to be washed? Ah, I see that you do," she laughed, and she put down the hamper. She walked over to a pile of clothes strewn around his bedroom floor, and as she bent down to pick them up, Aaron could see down the top of Carolina's dress, to her glorious cleavage.

Fuck me...

Aaron's cock stiffened immediately, and his mouth hung open. Carolina's huge breasts jiggled as she collected the dirty clothes, and Aaron sat up ever so slightly to get a better view.

Carolina stood and Aaron averted his gaze, and then sheepishly thanked her.

"It is nothing, meu amor!" she replied jovially, as she carried the clothes to the hamper. "How are you feeling? Do you feel any... Oh, dear!"

Carolina knocked over the hamper, spilling a mountain of clothes onto Aaron's bedroom floor. He went to stand to help her, but she had already dropped down to her hands and knees and begun gathering the laundry.

Aaron's eyes widened; as Carolina leaned forward, her heels popped out of her ballet flats, and he was treated to the beautiful vision of her wide, tanned soles. His cock hardened more and wept pre-cum as Carolina leaned forward further, and her dress rode up her thighs. Aaron gasped; the hem of her short dress raised up to her hips, and he could see that she wasn't wearing underwear.

He only saw her pussy with its delicate little tuft of black hair for a brief moment, but it was enough to stupefy him. Carolina made her apologies, and Aaron mumbled for her not to worry, all the while his erection raged in his pants. Carolina left with the hamper, and closed the door behind her, and Aaron felt delirious as he lay back on the bed.

Something caught his attention in the corner of his vision; something small and pink. He looked over to see a small, red thong laying on the carpet. Aaron had seen it before, when Carolina had been down on all fours in front of him, cleaning the floor.

Carolina's worn thong.

Aaron groaned, and his erection bobbed, and without thinking he scrambled over and grabbed the thong, before scurrying back to his bed. Aaron knew he was disgusting and depraved, but he could not resist...

He furiously pulled down his pants and boxers, and grabbed his hard-on while bringing the panties to his nose. He jerked his dick violently while sniffing from the panties, and his nose filled with the sweet aroma of Carolina's pussy. He thought of her kneeling on the ground, leaning forward so that he could see her bare...

"Aaron! What... what are you doing?"

Aaron froze, and her heart jumped into her stomach. He looked over to see Carolina standing in his doorway holding the hamper, with a look of horror on her face.

"Aaron!" she repeated, "What are... How dare you!"

Aaron rasped wordlessly as she entered his room and closed the door behind her. She dropped the hamper, and stormed towards him.

"How dare you!" she hissed again, and tore her thong from his hand. "You are so disgusting! That is wretched! Filthy!"

"I... I... I..." Aaron stammered pathetically. His mind was blank, and he felt like he could pass out.

"You like to be a pervert, do you Aaron? You like to perv on the poor maid, eh?" Carolina taunted, and moved closer around the side of Aaron's bed. Aaron looked up at her, dumbfounded with fear, unable to move.

Suddenly, Carolina lifted her leg and planted her bare foot down across Aaron's mouth. She scrunched her wrinkled sole over his lips, and then brought down her thong to his cock.

Aaron's eyes widened and he was like a deer in headlights, as Carolina wrapped her pink thong over his cock and started frantically jerking him off. His moans were muffled by her wrinkly, meaty soles, and his body tensed.

"You think I have not noticed you staring at me, Aaron? Staring and lusting and perving on your maid? You think that is okay? You disgusting, filthy boy!" Carolina scolded, and then laughed when she saw Aaron's eyes glaze over and his body begin to tremble. "Oh wow, so soon? You are going to blow your filthy load so soon? You are truly pathetic! Mr preemie Aaron, can't stop jerking off, and cumming in seconds..."

Aaron grunted and shook, and his cum erupted over Carolina's panties, completely soaking them through. He stared up dumbly at Carolina's laughing face, her perfect, soft, wrinkled sole clamped down over his lips. He had loved women's feet for as long as he could remember, but he had never touched them, never mind worship them, and the blissful feeling of Carolina's sole on his face put all thoughts out of his mind.

Carolina furiously jerked him as he came, and did not relent when his cum had stopped spurting from his cock. His groin ached as she continued to pump her fist up and down his shaft, and he moaned pitifully into Carolina's sole, but he did not move.

"You will be punished for this! Do you understand?" she said, glaring angrily at him while she tortured his aching member. He nodded and whimpered, tears welling in his eye.

"Good. Now, open your mouth!" she ordered, and removed her foot from his face. Aaron opened his mouth, and Carolina leant down so that her face was close to his, and then she spat into his open mouth.

Carolina released his cock, and then used her pink thong to wipe up as much cum from Aaron's cock and abdomen as she could. Without another word, she turned away and left the bedroom, picking up the hamper on her way out. She slammed the door behind her, and Aaron lay in a daze on his bed, his erection slowly withering, and Carolina's spit in his mouth.

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Sometime later down in the pool house, Carolina sealed the cum-soaked thong in a zip-lock bag, and stored it in the false bottom of her suitcase. She tucked the suitcase back into her wardrobe, and then walked over to her bed and sat on the end of it.

Lucy had returned from town, and was now kneeling obediently on the floor with her head bowed towards the bed, awaiting Carolina's instruction. She was naked, and had been kneeling there silently for over an hour. Carolina had commanded Lucy to close her eyes, and so Lucy had not seen Carolina handling the underwear coated with her brother's cum.

Carolina looked down at Lucy and grinned wickedly. The poor girl was obsessed with her, and was discovering just how much she loved obeying and serving beautiful women. Carolina would enjoy her.

Carolina lifted her foot, and pressed her toes against Lucy's nose.

"Sniff, and pleasure yourself for my amusement, dirty girl."