Seduced by the Maid

Jim Hansen gripped the steering wheel tightly with his fist and rubbed at his temple with his other hand. He was just about paying attention to where he was driving; thankfully it was a long, straight road with very little traffic. Lucy sat in the passenger seat next to him, but neither of them spoke. Jim was far too distracted to notice how distracted Lucy was, and so they both sat in silence as the radio played.

Jim had been more than happy to oblige when Lucy had asked for a ride into town that afternoon. His head had been in turmoil since he had woken that morning, and not just from his hangover... fucking whiskey... when is whiskey ever a good idea...

As soon as Jim had awoken that morning, memories of the night before had come flooding back... Carolina... Beautiful Carolina... She had looked so stunning, and the more Jim had drank, the less he was able to take his eyes off her... And when she had dropped to her knees in front of him, and looked up at him with her stunning brown eyes, and brought her soft, plump lips to his...

Jim shuddered and snapped himself out of his daydream, and then looked over at Lucy, desperately hoping that she had not noticed the bulge in his pants. Thankfully, Lucy was staring out of the window, and was paying him no attention at all.

Jim had crept downstairs that morning, desperate to avoid Carolina, and had breathed a sigh of relief when Matilda told him that Carolina was busy giving Lucy a sports massage in the pool house. He'd had a difficult enough time looking Matilda in the eye today, and he didn't know how he would face Carolina. He thought again back to last night, and remembered the feeling of Carolina's soft, warm pussy engulfing his cock as he emptied his cum into her...

Lucy stared out the window, and didn't dare turn her face in case her father noticed the crimson flush in her cheeks. She could not stop thinking about Carolina... about everything that she wanted to do for Carolina... about everything she wanted Carolina to do to her. Lucy's pussy quivered and moistened as she replayed in her mind her time with Carolina earlier that afternoon. Lucy had never been fisted before... She had never even dreamt of it... But Carolina had effortlessly and gracefully worked her whole hand inside Lucy's pussy, and then brought her to crippling orgasm. Lucy's mind had emptied completely, and all she could remember afterwards was nodding obediently when Carolina had instructed her to ask her father for a ride into town to collect groceries.

And so, as Lucy rubbed her thighs together and squirmed in her seat, Jim's cock stiffened in his jeans, and they both thought of Carolina.

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Matilda sat at the kitchen table, rubbing her eyes with her palms. She had been hungover plenty of times in her life... increasingly so, recently... but this one was a fucking doozy. Her head pounded, and her muscles ached, and every few seconds a fresh wave of nausea crashed through her stomach. Oh, Christ, why drink so fucking much?

Matilda remembered very little of the night before, except the delicious food... Matilda had to admit that Carolina was a sublime cook... and the delicious wine... Christ, the fucking wine...

Matilda also remembered how good Carolina had looked. Matilda had been jealous of Carolina since the moment she had first seen her, with her perfect olive tan and her beautiful black hair... and her voluptuous curves, and those perfect fucking tits... Matilda had wanted to fire her on the spot. Unfortunately for Matilda, Carolina was an excellent maid who quickly had the house in perfect order and condition. Matilda wanted to hate her cheerful demeanour, and her singing, and her cooking... But for the life of her, she couldn't. Matilda couldn't help but admit that Carolina was a great maid.

And last night, Maltida had to admit that Carolina was even more beautiful than she had appreciated before. Matilda was no lesbian... But last night, before she had passed out at the table, Matilda had stolen glances at Carolina's gorgeous smile, and her glorious cleavage, and had wondered how soft and supple her skin must be...

Matilda cleared her throat and blinked hard, in a conscious effort to bring her thoughts away from whatever direction they were heading in. Matilda was from a good, conservative family, and she had done such a good job of supressing any lustful thoughts of women over the years that she barely noticed them anymore. Except after a few drinks, or when a hangover had turned her brain to mush.

As if en cue, the kitchen door opened, and Matilda looked up to see Carolina step into the room. She smiled cheerfully at Matilda, who couldn't help letting her hungover eyes look up and down Carolina's body; she was wearing tight-fitting activewear, and she looked incredible.

"Ahhh, Senhora Hansen! Good morning!" she said cheerfully. "How do you feel today?"

Matilda gave her a look of half-exaggerated nausea, and Carolina laughed.

"Oh dear," Carolina giggled, "Such is the price of such a fun night, though! You must rest today! I hope you have nothing stressful planned?"

Matilda groaned and shook her head. "Christ no," she sighed, "Nothing productive is getting done today. Maybe a walk later..."

Matilda went to stand, and winced and rubbed her thigh. "Ooo, maybe not... Think I pulled something hiking... Shit, I'm falling apart..."

'Oh, dear! That is no good!" Carolina said. "Oh, you must let me give you massage! I just gave Lucy a massage in the pool house, and she felt so, so good after! Oh, please, the massage table is all set up already!"

Matilda went to object, but she thought that actually, a massage would be fucking delightful right now.

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Matilida lay face down on the massage table, naked apart from a soft towel that covered from just below her shoulder blades to just below her ass. Smooth jazz music played on Carolina's record player, and Matilda could hear her softly hum along with it as she gathered various oils and creams. Matilda had taken a pill for nausea before she had lay down on the table, along with a Valium for good measure, and she felt rather peaceful.

"Now, meu amor, tell me if this oil is too warm, okay?" Carolina said very softly, as she brought her hands to one of Matilda's smooth calves. Matilda purred; it was perfect. "Good, now just relax, and I will make you feel so good..."

Carolina looked over Matilda's body, and she smirked and bit her lower lip. Matilda had smooth, tanned legs, and it was obvious the she kept herself fit. Her ass was plump and round, and Carolina's eyes lingered on the strip of towel that just rested below it.

When Carolina had first arrived to the Hansen home, it was painfully obvious that Matilda had disliked her. Matilda likely disliked any attractive woman being in close proximity with her husband. To be fair to her, she was right to be wary of Carolina...

The other Hansens had been painfully obvious in their attraction to Carolina from the very start. Aaron had been like a horny dog, following her around the house with a boner; he had been easiest to seduce. Could you even call it seduction when the victim throws himself at you?

Lucy... poor, beautiful Lucy. She had been speechless when she had seen Carolina for the first time, and it became apparent very quickly to Carolina that Lucy wanted a powerful, beautiful women to tell her what to do. Carolina enjoyed her fun with Lucy best of all...

As for Jim, well... he had carried himself with the air of a man confident around beautiful women, but his glances and stares and hunger for Carolina had been obvious immediately. He had offered a weak resistance, but all it had taken was a few glasses of wine and whiskey, and he had cum inside her.

Matilda, on the other hand, had always given off an air of bemused contempt towards Carolina which had only recently begun to soften. But Carolina had noticed something... Matilda's momentary gaze on her chest and glances at her legs and behind... looks that lingered for longer than simple curiosity would excuse. Carolina suspected that Matilda was suppressing something, perhaps so well that even she was not aware of it... Carolina was intent on finding out.

Carolina's soft hands glided firmly up Matilda's smooth leg, and then back down to her calf. Matilda purred happily, and Carolina suppressed a snicker. With the each motion of her hands up Matilida's leg, Carolina delicatley swept her fingertips up along her inner thigh, ever-so-slightly closer to Matilda's pussy.

Matilda lay blissfully on the massage table, her face snug in the face-cradle, and smiled. The Valium seemed to be working on her better than usual, and she sighed happily. The pressure of Carolina's hands was utterly perfect, and she could feel herself drifting into an almost meditative state. Each firm wave up along her calf, and then her hamstring, up to her inner thigh... Matilda gasped gently as she felt Carolina's fingertips lightly trace up along her inner thigh, mere millimeters from her groin. Matilda should have felt afronted, but the Valium and hangover put any notions of upset out of her head. Carolina was just being thorough, and it was obvious that she was well-trained in massage... And Matilda was Carolina's boss, after all.. Obviously, this was just an innocent massage... Even still, Matilda could feel a tingling warmth building inside her, and with each gentle swipe of Carolina's fingers up her inner thigh, Matilda's breath caught.

Matilda felt so relaxed, and at such thorough peace, she almost felt giddy. In fact, she was beginning to feel a little loopy. Matilda felt like she was melting under Carolina's touch... melting into the massage table below, and she relished the feeling of Carolina's firm hands as they travelled all the way up and down her leg. She sighed, and was almost unaware of the warmth building in her pussy. Her nausea was gone completely, as was her headache, and all she could think was 'God bless you, Carolina'.

Matilda was oblivious to the soft groans and sighs she was letting out, but Carolina heard every one of them. Unbeknownst to Matilda, it wasn't just the Valium and massage that was making her feel so dreamy; that morning as she lay asleep, Carolina had snuck into her room and taken her nausea medication and replaced them with THC pills. Carolina had found these tablets online, and they looked exactly like the pills Matilda took almost every morning for her hangovers. Not only that, but they contained just the right amount of THC.

Carolina could feel Matilda turning to putty in her hands, and she felt brave enough to bring her fingers even closer to Matilda's pussy, not touching it, but just a whisper away. Matilda knew that she should feel uncomfortable with the journey Carolina's hands were taking, in the small rational part of her mind remaining, but she could not help enjoying the delicate tingling that was builing in her. She felt a warm glow emanating from her inner thigh, and the sparkle of excitement in her groin, and when Carolina's hands moved down to her foot and did not travel back up her leg, Matilda felt a little bit frustrated.

Carolina lifted Matilda's foot and pressed her thumbs into her sole. Matilda had quite big feet, with high arches and wide soles, and Carolina heard her purr when she circled her thumbs into her heel. Matilda clearly took care of her feet; the skin was smooth and soft, with no cracks or dryness, and her red nails were perfectly manicured.

"Wow, Mrs Hansen, you have such lovely feet!" Carolina cooed, as she ran her thumbs from Matilda's heel to her toes. "You look after them so well!"

Matilda groaned. Her head was practically empty, and her toes curled. "Matilda," she sighed, "Call me Matilda..."

"Thank you, Matilda," Carolina said softly. "You must tell me where you get your pedicures! Your feet look flawless."

"Oh, I just go to a place in town," Matilda said dreamily, "Jim likes me to keep my feet looking good..."

Carolina grinned. I bet he does.

"They do foot massages there," Matilda continued, barely conscious of what she was saying. "But they're nothing compared to yours, Carolina..."

Carolina smiled ear to ear, and moved her hands over to Matilda's other foot. As she began to massage it, a wicked idea came into her mind.

"Oh, Matilda, if you think my foot massages are good, you must try my friend, Pedro!" Carolina said excitedly. "He is a very handsome young man who is an expert at massaging feet! He is staying nearby, and I promise you, his hands on your feet will give you pleasure you have never dreamed of!"

Matilda giggled giddily, and sighed deeply as Carolina pushed her thumbs into her heel. "Oh, he sounds dreamy," she groaned.

"I know!" Carolina exclaimed, "The next time I massage you, I will bring Pedro over, and you will experience his masterful foot massage for yourself!"

"Sounds perfect!" Matilda moaned, and Carolina slowly brought her hands up from Matilda's heel and ran it up her calf to her inner thigh. Matilda let out another soft gasp, and Carolina could not help but giggle.

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"Now, Matilda, please turn over," Carolina whispered. She had just finished massaging Matilda's neck, and Matilda had almost drifted off to sleep. Matilda obediently rolled onto her back as Carolina lifted the towel covering her; Carolina looked down at Matilda's naked body as she turned over on the massage table, and wanted to lick her lips. Matilda's tanned, round ass and her plump tits looked remarkable for a woman of Matilda's age; Carolina wanted to climb on top of the massage table with her... Carolina looked down to Matilda's pussy, with it's little tuft of dark hair, and could see that it was glistening with arousal. Matilda had squirmed gently as Carolina had massaged her legs and brought her fingers just shy of Matilda's pussy, and Carolina knew that she would have her soon.

As Carolina lowered the towel back down to cover Matilda, she draped the end just below Matilda's groin and then pushed it up slightly so that it bunched against her pussy. Matilda gasped, and then breathed in and out slowly through her nose. That's right, Carolina thought, try and control yourself.

Matilda felt the soft towel brush against her mound, and she fought not to whimper. Somewhere, deep in the fog of relaxation and arousal, Matilda knew that something unseemly, something improper was happening... She knew that she shouldn't be enjoying this so much...

Matilda was glad when Carolina draped a small cloth over her eyes, because at least it would hide the blush in her cheeks. Some lucidity was slowly returning to Matilda's mind, and she was beginning to feel vulnerable in the hands of the beautiful maid. Matilda tried to ignore the warmth in her pussy, as Carolina stood at the side of the table and brought her hands to her thigh.

Carolina moved her hands in expanding circles which ran down the outside of Matilda's quad and then back up along her inner thigh. At the top of their journey along Matilda's inner thigh, Carolina made sure to brush her fingers against the towel bunched against Matilda's pussy, and with each stroke, Matilda's breathing grew heavier.

Matilda felt the towel gently brush against her mound, and with each stroke, she felt herself grow more wet. She knew that this could not have been deliberate on Carolina's part... surely, it couldn't... and it was just a consequence of the towel placement... but that didn't make it any less exciting, any less pleasurable... any less shameful. Carolina began to press her fingers even more firmly into Matilda's leg, and when they glanced against the towel this time, Matilda let out a groan.

"Ohhhh, yes, Mrs Hansen, your injury!" Carolina said with feigned concern, "I must focus my attention here, to your injury, to make you feel good again and get you fighting fit!"

As she said this, Carolina restricted the motion of her fingertips to a smaller, firmer circular movement just below Matilda's pelvis. She moved her hands more quickly, and her fingers brushed against the towel more intensely and frequently than they had before. Matilda opened her mouth to say something, but whatever words she had were caught in her throat. The stirring motion of the towel brushing against her clit was sending pleasure through Matilda, and all she could do was breathe slowly to stop from crying out.

"Oh, yes, I can feel your injury, Mrs Hansen! It is so tight!" Carolina whispered excitedly. "We must work on this until you feel better! Does that feel good? Does it feel good when I work on your injury?"

Matilda could feel sweat form between her forehead and the cloth, and could feel the skin on her neck and chest flushing. She knew this had to stop... She knew that this was wrong... But Matilda's pussy was glowing with pleasure, and she knew that she was soaking. She needed Carolina to stop... but...

"Y-... yes... it feels... good..." Matilda whimpered, and Carolina could see her toes begining to curl. It wouldn't be long.

"Good, meu amor, I want my massage to make you feel better than you have in years!" Carolina said, smiling. Matilda's breathing was growing heavier and heavier, and Carolina could feel the heat emanating from her crotch. "I know, I have a special massage tool that will help your muscle injury! It uses special vibrations to break down injured tissue, and it will make you feel so much better!"

Carolina continued the motions of one of her hands on Matilda, and with the other she reached over and lifted a Hitachi vibrator. She turned it on, and then brought the pleasure-tool to the top of Matilda's leg, just at the boundary of her groin, and pressed it down firmly. Carolina wrapped her hands around the vibrating sphere, and pressed her knuckles firmly against the bunch of towel just above Matilda's mound. Matilda panted as the vibrations coursed from Carolina's knuckles to her clit, and her whole body began to tense. Holy fuck... Holy shit!

Matilda had never felt anything like this... Oh, fuck... she gripped her hands down on the massage table, and her back began to arch and writhe. Carolina looked at Matilda's squirming body, and felt her own pussy soaking between her legs.

"Oh, I know, it is so intense! But it is so good for your muscles, meu amor!" Carolina whispered, and she reached up with one of her hands and turned up the intensity setting on the Hitachi. She brought her hand back down, and then pressed her knuckles even more firmly against the towel. By now, her vibrating fingers rested directly against Matilda's mound, with the towel offering only a thin, barrier between.

Matilda was gasping for air and panting, and fought to keep the grunts and groans building inside her quiet. She wanted to scream out in pleasure, but her shame stopped her. Her mind was in turmoil... She wanted this all to stop... It had to stop... But she never wanted it to end. She fought to lay still, to not react, to act is though nothing untoward was happening... She could not allow the maid to know that she was in so much pleasure!

"That's it, meu amor," Carolina cooed encouragingly, "Let the vibrations work on your poor, sore muscles... But you must relax, meu amor, you are so tense... You must relax, and let yourself go... Relax, and let everything go..."

Matilda needed this to stop... But nothing had ever felt so good... She needed to say something, anything... But her mind was emtpying... Oh, God... Carolina's soothing voice filled her ears and warmed her soul... and the vibrations coursed into Matilda's clit and through her whole body... Hot, electric pleasure tore through Matilda, and she could not help but let out a long, gentle whine... Her legs were squirming, and her back arched further... Matilda's eyelids flickered under the cloth, and the muscles in her pussy quivered and fluttered, and without thinking, she gently lifted her hips and pushed her mound more firmly against Carolina's hands.