Seduced by the Maid

Matilda felt like she was in a dream. She barely remembered the rest of her massage, and when Carolina was finally finished rubbing her body, Matilda just lay still in utter peace for the longest time. When she finally sat up to get dressed, she saw that her little bottles of Valium and nausea pills were sitting beside her robe, so she reached down and helped herself to some of each. She dressed herself in the soft bathrobe, put on her slippers, and floated across the lawn back to the house. Any notion of ruminating and worrying about what had just happened seemed silly, and so she put such ideas out of her head. She was beginning to feel giddy and loopy again, and she giggled when she walked into the kitchen and saw a nice red wine freshly poured into a decanter. She did not stop think about who would have poured it, or why; she was having a wonderful day, and this would be the perfect addition.

"Ahh, Senhora Hansen!" came Carolina's glowing voice from the doorway. Matilda turned and looked at the beautiful maid, and she felt her cheeks blush. Somewhere within her hazy mind, Matilda knew that she should feel embarrassed and ashamed... That something wrong had happened on that massage table... But Matilda could not help feeling a rush of excitement at seeing Carolina. Her eyes looked down Carolina's gorgeous, voluptuous body, and then back to her stunning face. Carolina smiled warmly at her, and then set about tidying the kitchen.

"I hope you feel good after your massage, meu amor?" Carolina asked innocently. Perhaps... maybe... Carolina had not noticed that she had brought Matilda to climax... Maybe Matilda had gotten away with it?

"Oh, yes! I feel..." Matilda said in a daze, grinning. "I feel incredible..."

"Good," Carolina said, beaming at Matilda. "And how is your leg? Does your injury feel any better after the massage?"

Every inch of Matilda's body felt weightless.

"Yes... so much better... thank you, Carolina..."

Carolina giggled. "You're very welcome." A wicked grin came over her face when she saw the dopey look on Matilda's. "I have a little treat organised for you, Senhora Hansen, if you would like?"

Matilda felt a tinging in her pussy, and nodded eagerly.

"Excellent. Do you remember that I was saying about that handsome young man I know, who gives the most expert foot massages? Well, tomorrow I will give you another massage, and my friend Pedro will join us and give you a foot massage! Wouldn't you like that?"

As Carolina was speaking, Matilda's eyes began to slowly fall, and her gaze rested on Carolina's glorious cleavage. Somewhere very deep in Matilda's mind alarm bells rang, but the Valium and THC (which she did not know she had taken) had clouded her senses completely. She imagined lying on Carolina's massage table again, and could not ignore the rush of arousal she felt. She breathed deeply, swallowed and nodded.

"Good, I will let him know. Now, why don't you have a glass of wine, relax, and then get an early night. You look quite tired, meu amor."

Matilda smiled and nodded again, and allowed Carolina to pour her a glass.

And so, when Jim and Lucy arrived home later that evening, Matilda had been sleeping a blissful sleep for hours.

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Jim had spent the entire day in turmoil. He and Lucy had barely said a word to each other, and while Lucy went to various shops, Jim had wandered aimlessly around town, replaying in his mind the events of the night before. He had been more than happy to spend as much of the day in town as possible; he did not know if he could bear looking either the maid or his wife in the face today.

When he and Lucy arrived home late that evening, his wife was up in bed asleep, with an empty wine glass on her bedside cabinet. He wished that this was an unusual occurrence, but recently it had been less so. Aaron was still up in his room; was that kid ever going to get over his jetlag?

The two were greeted by a smiling Carolina, and as soon as Jim saw her, his heart raced and his dick twitched. Her eyes bore into him, and she beckoned him into the kitchen.

"Ahhh Senhor Hansen, Lucy, you are back! Please, come! I have made dinner, and there is wine if you like? Come!" she called, and without further instruction Lucy wordlessly stepped into the kitchen and sat at the table. Jim swallowed hard, and felt that he could collapse under Carolina's intense, sultry stare.

"I... uh... no, thank you, Carolina," he stammered, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I, uh... I'm going to go for a run, get some exercise, you know?"

Carolina raised an eyebrow, and for a second the sternness of her expression frightened Jim, but her expression quickly softened and she pouted her lip.

"But Senhor, it is so late!" she exclaimed, before letting out a warm laugh. "But if you are sure, I will leave dinner in the fridge for you!"

She turned and stepped back into the kitchen, and Jim sighed with relief. "Thank you..." he called out weakly, and then went upstairs to change into his running gear.

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Jim tossed and turned in bed that night, his mind and heart racing. He had broken his cardinal rule; he had brought his infidelity into his home, into the house where his family lived. He had fucked the maid while his family slept upstairs, and he did not know what he was going to do.

He would have to fire Carolina. He would have to pay her. He would have to buy her silence. She could not stay in the house; it was too dangerous. She might tell his wife what happened, or make demands of him... What worried Jim most of all was that he did not know that he would not make the same mistake again. Jim regretted what had happened last night, but he could not stop replaying it in his mind, and any time that he did, or when he thought of Carolina at all, his dick stiffened.

He would offer her money; he would write her a great reference; he would lie to Matilda and say that for family reasons Carolina had to move away; he would do whatever he had to do to get Carolina out of his life and return everything to normal. Jim began to comfort himself with this plan, and eventually he had soothed his anxieties enough that he could drift off to sleep.

Jim slept, and dreamt of Carolina. He did not notice his bedroom door opening. He did not hear the footsteps creeping across the bedroom floor. When he felt the mattress shifting and undulating around him, and heard it creaking, Jim thought in his half-dream state that his wife must have been getting up to go to the bathroom. But then Jim heard the gentle sound of his wife snoring beside him. That's odd... Jim felt something pressing down on the mattress on each side of his head, and he was pulled out of his sleep... Jim rolled onto his back, and slowly opened his eyes.

Jim froze when he looked up in the dim light to see a figure standing over him. He opened his mouth to shout in terror, but when his vision came into focus, he saw that the figure was Carolina, and she was grinning down at him.

"What the f-..." Jim mouthed silently, but he was cut off; Carolina lifted one of her bare feet and planted her soft sole down onto his face. Jim's eyes widened as Carolina enclosed her toes around his nose and pressed her sole over his mouth, and despite his panic, his cock sprang to life.

"Ohhh, Senhor..." Carolina whispered softly, "Senhor, Senhor, Senhor... I hope you are not avoiding me? I hope you are not going to try and ignore me, after you had your fun with me?"

Jim's eyes flickered over to Matilda, who was still soundly asleep, and then he looked back up at Carolina pleadingly.

"Yes, we wouldn't want to wake dear Matilda, would we?" Carolina teased, as she began to gently move her soft, meaty sole around Jim's face. "What would she think, if she were to wake now? How would we explain?"

"Please..." Jim tried to beg in a whisper, but Carolina pressed her arch firmly across his lips. Carolina glared at Jim to remain silent, and when she was certain that he understood her, she brought her toes to his nose again.

"Oh, Senhor Jim, you must relax! You are getting into a panic! You must breathe... I said breathe..." Carolina cooed, encasing Jim's nose with her toes. Jim could not think straight; all that he knew was that he had to do what she said... He had no choice. Jim breathed in slowly and deeply though his nose, which filled with the gentle, tangy scent of Carolina's toes. His cock hardened even more, and Jim could not help let out a little groan.

"Good boy, Senhor Jim," Carolina whispered, and she smeared her toes all over his nose. "You wouldn't dare try and avoid me, now that you have had your fun, and filled me with your cum, would you? You wouldn't dare try and get rid of me, would you?"

Jim wanted to beg Carolina, to offer her anything she wanted... He wanted to push her off the bed and drag her out of his fucking house... But as he looked up at the beautiful maid, and sniffed at her perfect toes, all he could do was shake his head pathetically. Carolina beamed at him, and brought her thick, meaty heel to Jim's lips.

"Good boy. Open, and stick out your tongue. Now!" Carolina whispered firmly, and Jim obeyed. Carolina pressed her heel into his mouth, and Jim felt his erection strain under the covers as she traced her heavenly sole down his tongue. Jim's mouth filled with the exquisite taste of Carolina's foot, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

"I am not done with you, Senhor Jim, and you are not done with me, are you? No, we are not done having fun," Carolina cooed softly. She was running the ball of her foot over Jim's tongue, and then pointed her toes and pushed them into his open mouth. Carolina looked over her shoulder, and even in the dim light she could see Jim's thick erection tenting under the duvet. Carolina looked back down at Jim, who was obediently sucking on her toes, and she smirked. "Show me how much I excite you, Senhor Jim. I want you to show me your appreciation. Show me your lust!"

Jim looked confused, and then saw Carolina looking back at his erection. He looked pleadingly with his eyes, and tried to beg her, but Carolina pressed her toes even deeper into his mouth, and he had to supress a gag.

"Show it to me, Senhor Jim, or I will wake Matilda, and she can see how much I excite you! Now!" Carolina hissed, and Jim winced at the loudness of her command. Sweat poured from his forehead, and he reached down and pulled his cover away from his body, showing his cock rising in his boxers. He pulled desperately at his underwear and shimmied his hips, and soon his hard cock was exposed.

Carolina stared hungrily at Jim's thick erection, and saw pre-cum glistening in the dark. She removed her toes from his mouth, and smeared them over his face as she ran her sole over his tongue. "Show me how much I turn you on. Now!"

Jim whimpered, and he grasped onto his cock. He shuddered as he began to gently stroke himself, and he could not help but lick Carolina's curvy, meaty sole more frantically.

"Good boy... Good boy," Carolina encouraged, moving her sole around to ensure that Jim's tongue traced every inch of it. "You better finish quickly, Senhor... the longer you take, the more chance there is that the beautiful Senhora wakes up! Oh, Senhor Jim, what would she say if she saw us?"

Jim groaned as he gripped his cock more firmly and stroked it more quickly. He was so hard, and pre-cum was already pouring down his hand... Jim had never been one to cum quickly, but with Carolina... the way she looked at him, and the way she spoke to him... And the taste of her perfect foot...

Carolina giggled at the feeling of Jim ravenously tonguing at her sole, and she could not help but reach her hand up between her legs. Jim saw that she was not wearing underwear, and as he watched Carolina begin to rub her fingers over her beautiful pussy Jim felt the muscles in his groin begin to tremble. He jerked his cock harder and faster, terrified that he would waken his wife, but desperate to cum for Carolina.

Jim heard Carolina's gentle little gasps and whimpers as she strummed at her clit above him, and he felt his body tense as his orgasm approached. He sucked and licked furiously at Carolina's foot, and pleasure rippled and tore through his groin as he looked up to see pure ecstasy on Carolina's face. Carolina planted her wet sole violently down on Jim's face, and his eyes crossed as he came rope after rope of thick cum over his abdomen and chest. He panted and grunted into her sole as he came, and his body shook and trembled violently as he jerked himself off. His mind was empty, except for the thought that laying under Carolina's sole was where he was supposed to be.

His orgasm seemed endless. When it finally did end the reality of what had just happened set in, and his panic returned. He looked over to see Matilda, still absolutely sound asleep, and thanked God for her snoring. He should have thanked Valium, THC, and wine.

"Oh, Senhor, look how much you have cum for me!" Carolina gasped as she frantically strummed her clit. Jim looked up to see her leaning against the wall above him, and she was panting and sweating as she brought herself towards her own orgasm. "Now I will show you how much you excite me! I will show you... But I do not want to soak your bedsheets! Oh... Oh, what would Matilda think, to smell my lust on your bed sheets!"

Carolina lifted her saliva-coated foot from Jim's face, and he lay wordlessly as she rested it beside his head on his pillow, and then slowly started to squat down towards him.

"Open your mouth, Senhor Jim, now..." Carolina panted, as she brought her pussy down towards his face, never stopping her assault on her clit. "Open your mouth, to catch all of my cum!"

Jim's mouth hung agape, and in his post-orgasm haze he opened it wider. Carolina squatted down until her pussy was just above his open mouth, and Jim heard her grunt and squeal as she pressed her fingers firmly against her soaking mound. Carolina's body began to shudder, and her breathing stopped, and then she bit into her wrist to muffle her cry as she came.

Torrents of Carolina's cum came gushing from her pussy into Jim's open mouth. He fought not to cough and splutter as his mouth noisily filled with her hot squirt, and Carolina pulled at her labia with her fingertips to guide the stream. Jim whined as his mouth filled, and he feared it would overflow, but just as Carolina's squirt rose to the level of his lips, the gush slowed to a dribble, then stopped. Carolina stayed still above him for a few moments, breathing heavily, and then looked down at him and grinned.

"See, meu amor, how much I came for you!" She whispered, still panting. She reached down and tenderly stroked his cheek. "But you must get rid of the evidence, Senhor Jim. You must swallow my lust."

Jim did as he was instructed, and swallowed Carolina's hot, tangy squirt in one gulp. He gasped for air, and Carolina beamed at him.

"Good boy," she cooed, and then stood back up. She looked down at Jim's naked, trembling body, and at the cum that coated it. She lifted her foot, and leaning against the wall to support herself, she began to rub her foot over Jim's abdomen, scooping up his cum as she did so.

"Oh, Senhor Jim, we must hide all of this too! What if Matilda were to waken, and see you covered in your shame?" Carolina whispered in mock concern. She lifted her foot, her toes now covered in his cum, and brought it to his face. Jim's looked at her foot with horror and disgust, and shook his head desperately. Carolina smiled, and then brought her foot over towards Matilda.

"Have it your way, Senhor Jim. I will use Matilda's mouth to clean my foot..." she taunted, and just as her toes approached Matilda's face, Jim yelped softly. She paused, and looked back down at Jim's pathetic, pleading face. "Oh, what's this? Will you help to clean up? After all, it is your mess..."

Jim sobbed quietly, and nodded.

"Good boy," Carolina whispered, grinning, and brought her cummy toes to his mouth. "Open, and get to work with your tongue. There is a lot of cum, and you will have to work hard to clean it all before Matida wakes!"

Jim opened his mouth, and Carolina pressed her cum-covered toes past his quivering lips. Jim gagged as his mouth filled with the brackish taste of his own cum, and his dick twitched.