It's a nice and quiet afternoon, and after finishing your work for the day, you decide to relax for a bit. You get on the couch in your living room and think about what you could do. After a bit, you grab a book from a coffee table and immerse yourself in it.

Time goes by quickly as you flick through the pages, losing yourself in the story. Suddenly, you hear some rattling and swearing from down the hall. It sounds like something crushed on the floor, so you get up and go to see what is going on.

You notice that the sound is coming from the laundry room, and you make your way there. As you reach the room, you slowly open the door and step inside.

As you get in, you see your maid, Sydney, furiously scrubbing the floor. She is so focused on it that she doesn't even notice you.

You: "Sidney?"

Sydney: "Oh shit! Jesus...where did you come from!? I think my heart stopped for a moment..." You look at her and chuckle as she stares at you like a deer in the headlights.

Y: "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I should have knocked first. Umm... what's going on, anyway?"

S: "I, um...s-somebody spilled something on the floor, so I'm trying to clean it...damn, it doesn't seem to come out..."

Y: "Somebody?"

S: "...Fine...I spilled my coffee while I was loading the washing machine...I'm sorry, sir."

Y: "Oh come on, don't worry about it. Get up, it's fine. How did you spill the coffee while washing the laundry, tho?"

S: "Umm...well..."

Sydney gets up and begins explaining how her little accident happened, but as she keeps talking, you get completely lost in her gorgeous eyes and smile, glancing at her lips and trying not to stare too much at her incredible, huge boobs that keep jiggling gently as she moves her hands. She is stunning, and you are completely mesmerized by her.

S: "...and that's how it landed on the floor. I'm so sorry, sir. Um, Sir?"

You snap out of your trance-like state and look at her as she stares into your eyes, waiting for an answer.

Y: "I-I see...um...well, what can you do, things like that happen. It's fine, Sid."

S: "Well, what are we going to do about it? The stain won't come out."

Y: "I'm really not an expert on stains, I'm afraid..."

S: "I know, but what are we going to do about...me?"

Y: "I'm sorry, what?"

S: "I've been a bad, bad maid. I made a mess. Don't you think I should be...punished, somehow, sir?"

Y: "I...um...I don't wanna cut your pay over a coffee stain, Sid..."

S: "Oh, of course not, but that's not what I had in mind, sir..."

Sydney looks at you with an extremely flirtatious look and smiles. You can tell what she wants, and you can't hide that you want the same thing. Her sexy face and body are irresistible, and you can feel yourself getting hard as she flirts with you.

(Get hard)

S: "I saw you looking at my boobs a moment ago. Don't worry, I don't blame you. Honestly, I have been attracted to you ever since your wife employed me here. And now, with her away... I can finally fuck you. Go on, I know you want it..."

Sydney walks towards you and you step closer to her, grabbing her amazing, soft boobs and squeezing them. You pin her against the wall and begin kissing her as you squeeze her boobs more, making her gasp and moan. She reaches down and rubs your bulge while kissing you back and biting your lip.

(Rubyour bulge for 30 seconds)

Y: "You have been a bad maid, you're right. And you have to be punished. Get back on the floor. Go on, on your knees!"

She smiles and sinks to her knees obediently, looking into your eyes. She removes her glows and undoes your pants, sliding them down with your boxers. She gasps as your rock-hard cock swings out. She quickly grabs it with her soft and warm hand, stroking it gently, her eyes filled with lust.

S: "Fuck...that's a pretty big cock...I think I will have a lot of fun with it, sir..."

(15 slow strokes with your non-dominant hand)

Sydney smiles at you as she brings the tip of your cock to her lips. You can feel her warm breath on it as she strokes you, and then slowly slides her tongue and lips down on it, wrapping her mouth around your tip. Her lips are soft, and her warm spit coats the upper half of your cock as she begins to suck, making you let out a groan of pleasure.

(12 strokes on the upper half of your cock)