Seduced by the Maid

Jim Hansen sipped at his second glass of whiskey... or was it his third... and he gazed at Carolina through misty, drunken eyes. He sat at the end of the long dinner table, and Carolina sat at it's side, delicately sipping from her own glass of whiskey. Jim's inhibitions and sense of subtelty were all but gone, and he could not take his eyes off Carolina. She was relaxed back in her chair, with her dress clinging tightly to her body, and her cleavage somehow even more glorious than it had been at dinner. Each time she sighed, Jim watched her chest rise and fall.

"You are so funny, Senhor Hansen!" Carolina said, laughing, and she reached down and gently touched his wrist. Jim laughed with her, but he had forgotten what he had said that was so funny... Fuck, he was really drunk... But he glowed at the feeling of Carolina's touch, and he was glad to make her laugh.

Matilda and the kids had gone to bed some time ago... Jim had no idea how long... and Carolina had offered him a whiskey before he went to join his drunk, snoring wife upstairs. He had been nervous about accepting her offer... nervous about staying up late, drinking with the maid, who he had fantisised about fucking more than once... but he thought one drink could hardly hurt. The trouble was, as soon as he had finished his one drink, Carolina had poured him a second.

Carolina was absolutely enchanting, and she had chatted to him effortlessly as she tidied up, stepping gracefully around the table and collecting the plates and cuttlery. Jim had enjoyed watching her as she worked, and they had joked and laughed, and he was delighted when she decided to join him for a drink.

"Mmm, it is such nice whiskey," Carolina cooed dreamily, smiling a tipsy smile. "What do you think, Jim?"

Jim took another sip. She wasn't wrong; it was fucking fantastic whiskey, in fact it was an extremely expensive bottle! Whoever gifted it to her must have really liked her. But Jim could easily see why someone would like Carolina, and would want to give her nice, expensive things...

Carolina looked over to Jim, smiling at him with a glint in her eye. She turned in her seat and lifted her two bare feet to rest them on the chair between her and Jim. Jim looked down at her two beautiful, tanned feet; he knew that he shouldn't stare, but in his drunkeness he told himself that it was okay to do so. Carolina saw him staring, and gently flexed and spread her toes.

Jim sighed as he gazed at her perfect toes, and looked up her smooth, olive legs to her thighs, which were now barely covered by the hem of her dress. Jim felt his cock stirring in his pants, and allowed himself one more glance at Carolina's feet before looking back to her face. Carolina had her glass to her lips, and her deep brown eyes were fixed on his.

Jim began to sweat a little, and felt warmth under his collar; things were in danger of going too far. Jim was no idiot. He knew from the way Carolina was looking at him that she wanted to fuck him. He wanted to fuck her too... God, did he want to... But he knew how dangerous, how stupid it would be. He'd fucked more than a few beautiful women behind his wife's back, but he'd never been reckless about it, and he certainly had never brought that shit into the family home... But the way Carolina was looking at him right now, and teasing him with her beautiful legs and her perfect feet... Fuck...

"It's... it's getting late, Carolina... I had better get to bed... Matilda... she hates if I wake her late..." Jim said after clearing his throat. He wanted to stand, but he knew that he would sway from the whiskey and wine... And he was acutely aware of the erection begining to tent in his pants.

"Oh, are you sure, Jim?" Carolina asked softly, pouting. "It is late, I suppose... But it would be a travesty if you did not finish that glass, Jim! The whiskey is far too good for the sink!"

Jim had not been able to look away from her eyes, and he chuckled and raised his glass.

"True enough," he said smiling, and he knocked back the last of the whiskey. The lovely, warm burn made its way down into his chest, and he savoured the smokey taste in his mouth. Neither of them moved for several moments, and Carolina giggled.

Jim smiled feebly at Carolina. His head was starting to spin; he hated to admit it, but he couldn't drink like he once could as a younger man. He had overdone it tonight, and he needed to get to bed before he drank more, or did anything more stupid than that...

Jim placed a hand on the table and went to stand up, but as soon as he was on his feet a wave of dizziness overcame him, and he stumbled back to his seat. Jesus, he was really fuckin' drunk...

"Oh, Jim! Are you alright?" Carolina asked with concern as she pounced to her feet and stepped around the table to him. Jim tried to wave her away with his hand and tell her that he was okay, but she knelt at his knees and placed a hand on his thigh, and looked up at him with a tremendous performance of genuine worry on her face. "Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

"No, no, please Carolina... I'm alright..." Jim slurred, but his breath caught when he felt Carolina gently rub her hand up and down his thigh, and despite himself, he felt his erection grow even harder in his pants. Jim looked down at Carolina, and she was looking up at him... She wasn't smiling, but she no longer looked worried... She looked hungry...

"Carolina, please... I..." Jim began as she moved her hand further up his thigh, and he weakly moved his hands to block hers. He could see right down the top of Carolina's dress at her huge, round breasts, and he could not help let out a quiet grunt. Carolina smirked, and pushed her hand past Jim's hands, and held it over his bulging cock.

"Please, no... Carolina, we can't..." Jim rasped, but he only weakly restisted as Carolina ignored his pleas and began to unbuckle his belt. Again, he moved his hands to stop her, and Carolina wanted to laugh at his feeble, feigned resistance. She easily unbuckled the belt, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

Jim looked down at Carolina with a pathetic look on his face, but he groaned as he felt Carolina reach her soft hands into his boxers and pull out his hard cock. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes and smiled mischeviously, and then enclosed her plump, red lips over the tip of his erection. Jim gasped, then exhaled as Carolina softly and expertly tongued the head of his penis, and then grunted as she began to gently stroke his shaft with her hand. Jim's mouth hung open as he stared into her brown eyes, and their shared gaze was only broken when Carolina brought her head down and took Jim deeper and deeper into her mouth.

"Holy fffff-..." Jim mouthed, and he threw his head back as the maid slobbered and sucked on his cock. Many women had blown Jim over the years, but none with such expertise... Pleasure coursed through his cock, and his hips bucked helplessly in his chair as Carolina took him into her throat. "Oh, my... ffff-...!"

Carolina brought her hand down between her legs and began to press and rub on her clit as she gagged on Jim's thick shaft. She strummed her mound until she was soaking, and gagged noisily on his long cock. Her thick saliva poured from her throat down Jim's shaft, which she used to lubricate her hand as she stroked him harder and faster. Jim stared at the ceiling with a stupid, stunned look on his face as he listened to the slurping and smacking sounds of Carolina's magnificant lips on his dick.

Suddenly, Carolina stood and pounced onto Jim as he sat dumbfounded in his chair. Jim stared wide-eyed as Carolina scrambled onto his lap and pressed his cock against her pussy. Using her hand, she guided his throbbing tip against her warm, wet mound, and slowly began to push him inside her.

"No! Carol-...!" Jim tried to protest, but Carolina brought her other hand to his mouth, and with a smile and a moan she lowered herself down onto Jim's cock. They both grunted and gasped as his cock pressed further into her, and Jim's eyes rolled back in his head when Carolina began to rock her hips back and forth.

"Hmmmphhhh..." Jim moaned into her hand, and he again feebly tried to push Carolina off him, but as she continued to grind on top of him, he could not help but

gently thrust up into her.

"Yes, Senhor..." Carolina moaned into his ear. "You feel so fucking good inside me, Senhor... Fuck me... fuck me..."

Carolina squeezed her pussy down onto his hard shaft, and giggled at the sound of Jim's whimpers and grunts. She took her hand from his mouth, and looked him in the eyes as she rolled her hips back and forth, up and down, harder and faster.

"Oh... oh... please, Carolina... we... Oh, fffuckkk..." Jim protested as he reached around and gripped her huge, round asscheeks. Carolina reached up and pulled down on the neckline of her black dress, exposing her two glorious breasts. She then gripped the back of Jim's head, and forced his face into her tits. By now, she had quickened her hips to a furious pace, and she felt Jim's body begin to tense beneath her.

"Ohhhhh, God..." Jim moaned into Carolina's breasts, as his cum errupted into her pussy, and as his body shook and his hips jerked, Carolina smiled ear to ear. She continue to slam her hips up and down onto Jim, and as he filled her with his cum, her own orgasm overcame her.

"Senhor... Senhor...!" she gasped into his ear, digging her nails into his back. Her hips jerked and rocked frantically as she came, and she sqealed with glee as Jim's cum continued to pulse into her.

The rocking of her hips slowed, and Jim whined into Carolina's breasts as his own orgasm subsided. Carolina stayed on top of him and kept him inside her for a few more moments. She then slowly pulled his head away from her chest, and he slumped back in the chair, panting, with hazy eyes. She kissed Jim gently on the lips and slowly raised herself off of him, and he shuddered gently as his softening cock slid out of her. He looked on helplessly as Carolina reached down and gently tucked his penis back into his underwear.

Carolina stood, and leant down to kiss him one more time. She turned, and stepped towards the kitchen on her beautiful bare feet. Jim's head was spinning, and so he did not notice Carolina lift a small camera from the cabinet beside the door; the camera that had been filming the table the entire night.

-----

Aaron awoke the next morning, and lay staring at his ceiling. His sleep had been tormented. He had tossed and turned, and he felt no more rested than he had when he had gone to bed last night. What the fuck is going on?

Aaron began to replay the events of the night before in his head, and he felt his cock harden under his bedsheets. He was so helplessly and pathetically horny for Carolina, and he was terrified to think how far this lust would take him...

Aaron heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the sound of Carolina humming a tune he did not recognise. As the sounds grew closer to his bedroom door, his heart began to race, and panic came over him... and his cock grew even harder. His door creaked open, and Carolina stepped into his room. She had been singing, but as soon as she closed his bedroom door behind her, Carolina's face grew stern and her singing stopped.

"Well, dirty boy," she chastised, staring at the bulge of his erection under his bedsheets. "You really cannot help yourself, can you? Thinking of me, and my feet, are you? You are so disgusting."

Aaron looked helplessly at Carolina, and under her intense gaze and ridicule he felt his cock twitch. She laughed, and stepped towards him and stood beside his bed. Carolina stood over Aaron, and looked down at him with such contempt, and grinned widely.

"Take off your covers," she commanded, "Now."

Aaron was frozen still, his mouth slightly agape, and he wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was mush. Carolina looked at him expectantly, and raised her eyebrow, and Aaron felt that he had no choice but to do as she said. He reached down with a trembling hand and pulled his duvet away, to reveal his bare chest, and erection tenting in his boxers.

"Oh, you are fucking digusting, dirty boy!" Carolina hissed at him. "Imagine, cumming in your pants in front of your entire family!"

Aaron's cheeks reddened, and he felt a pit in his stomach, but under Carolina's gaze pre-cum leaked into his boxers. Carolina's eyes widened.

"You are such a pathetic, premature loser, aren't you? Could you ever please a woman, with your pathetic, premature cock?" Carolina taunted. "Could you even last long enough to make it inside a woman?"

Aaron wanted to tell Carolina that he had fucked women before without any problem... that... that it was only with her that he had cum so quickly, so pathetically... because she did something to him that no other woman ever had... But he couldn't speak.

"You could never please a real woman, you little loser! But... I tell you what! If you prove that you can last more than a few seconds without blowing your pathetic load, I will fuck you."

Aaron's eyes widened, and his lips quivered, and he felt that he would faint.

"Take your boxers off. Now."

Aaron's head was spinning, and he could not focus on even one of the million different thoughts racing through his mind, and so all he could do was what she had commanded. He reached down and hooked his thumbs into the waistline of his underwear, and shuffled his hips as he pulled them down.

Aaron lay naked on his bed, trembling under Carolina's stare, as pre-cum streamed from his quivering erection. Carolina laughed, and took out her phone.

"I will time you with the stopwatch on my phone. You will jerk that pathetic cock, and I will time you, and if you can last five minutes without blowing your pathetic load, I will fuck you."

Aaron was speechless. He was terrified. He was confused. He wanted to run and hide. He wanted to fuck Carolina. Aaron reached down and helt his cock in his hands, and Carolina tapped on her phone screen.

"Now. Start!"

Aaron looked up at Carolina, who was wearing a floral, pink dress with a deep-cut neckline, and he groaned as he started to gently stroke himself.

"Faster, loser! If you slow down, or stop, or cum before your time is up, you will be punished! And you will never get to feel my heavenly pussy! Now, grip your pathetic little cock tighter, and stroke it faster!"

Aaron gripped his cock more firmly and quickened his hand, and clenched down with all his might on the muscles in his groin. He was desperate not to cum prematurely in front of Carolina again...

"Oh, dirty, pathetic boy... You are obssessed with me... and my perfect feet... You have never met anyone as perfect as me... Jerk your pathetic, loser dick for me... You are so fucking lucky, dirty boy..."

Aaron grunted, and with each word from Carolina's lips his defenses weakened, and he felt his orgasm begin to break though.

"Oh, dirty boy, little loser boy... it has not even been two minutes! I don't think you'll make it... Faster! Don't dare slow down!"

Aaron jerked faster, and with his other hand, he gripped his bedsheet. He clenched his teeth, and flexed his toes, and fought with all of his might to stem the tide of his oncoming orgasm.

"No, no, I don't think you will make it! You are far too pathetic... You are a dirty loser, obsessed with my feet... You want to sniff them, and kiss them, and worship them..."

Aaron whimpered, and his eyes watered slightly, and he did not notice Carolina reach into her pocket and pull out a pair of yellow sport socks. She placed one of the sweaty, colourful socks on Aaron's face, then brought the other to his cock. Aaron's eyes widened, and he groaned.

"Sniff my dirty, sweaty sock! Now! And jerk into my other sock, you fucking freak!"

Aaron's eyes rolled back in his head, and he brought his hand from his bedsheet to his face and pressed the damp sock into his nose. He sniffed deeply, and he grunted as his nose filled with the strong, blissful aroma of foot sweat. Aaron moaned, and with his other hand he frantically pulled the other sock over his cock. He whimpered, and as the delicious stench of the damp, sweaty sock filled his mind, the last of his pitiful defenses crumbled away. He stroked his cock frantically into the other sweaty sock, and his body started to vibrate, and he knew he had lost.

Aaron let out a long whine and his muscles tensed and quaked, and he sniffed desperately from the damp sock as he came violently. He unloaded his cum into the other sock, and his ears filled with Carolina's humiliating laughter. Aaron's toes curled, and his back arched from the bed as he shot rope after rope of him into the sock, before collapsing back against his pillow. He gradually brought his hand to a stop, and lay quivering in the bed as the last of his cum spurted into the sock.

Carolina could not stop laughing, as she tapped her phone screen again, to pause the video she had been filming of Aaron. He was such a fucking idiot... Too stupidly horny to realise that she was using her phone camera, not the stopwatch app... And so desperately obsessed with her feet not to realise that the socks were not, in fact, Carolina's...

The socks belonged to his sister, Lucy. Carolina had removed them from Lucy's sweaty feet only fifteen minutes ago, after Lucy had returned from a long, hot run in the sun. Carolina had commanded Lucy to go for a run that morning, and then to strip naked and wait for Carolina in the pool house. Carolina had then hurried up to Aaron's room, keen to use the socks while they were still freshly soaked with sweat.

Now Carolina had a video of Aaron naked, jerking off, and sniffing and cumming into his sister's socks. God, she was going to ruin this family... Like she had several families before.

She reached down and snatched the socks back from Aaron as he lay trembling, and then turned from him and left the room, still laughing.

-----

Lucy lay on the massage table and looked up at the ceiling of Carolina's room, and bit down on her fist to stop from screaming. Carolina had already made her cum twice, and as Lucy felt Carolina's fingers roughly probe her G-spot, she knew that it would not be long until she came again.

Carolina stood to the side of the table and looked down at Lucy's naked, writhing body and smiled. She had two fingers curled inside Lucy's pussy, and was vigorously plunging them into her, and with her other hand she massaged Lucy's clit.

"Oh, my beautiful girl, you love me, don't you? You love how good I make you feel," Carolina cooed. "You would do anything for me, beautiful Lucy, because you love me!"

Lucy's eyelids flickered, and she groaned as pleasure rippled through her.

"Yes... yesss... yes, Goddess..." Lucy panted, as her back arched from the massage table, "I... anything... anything, mistress..."

Carolina laughed. She reached over to lift a bottle of lube from her cabinet, and poured it over Lucy's pussy as she continued to finger her. Carolina then brought her fingers and thumb together, and as she plunged them forward into Lucy, she curled her hand into a fist. Lucy gasped and whimpered, and then her eyes crossed and she let out a guttural groan as Carolina's fist went deeper and deeper into her pussy.

"Good, my beautiful Lucy... I will make you serve me, and do such dirty, perverted things for me... Wouldn't you like that? To serve me, and degrade yourself for me?"

Lucy panted and gasped and tried to respond, but she could only babble nonsensically. Carolina began to gently rotate her fist as she brought it in and out of Lucy's soaking pussy, and she returned her other hand to Lucy's clit and strummed it furiously.

"Yes, you will degrade yourself for me. You will be my slave, beautiful Lucy. You will crawl on your hands and knees, and follow every instruction, and I will reward you with my feet, and my pussy... Wouldn't you like that?"