Naughty Maid

He swore she was tempting him, torturing him. Every sway of her hips, every bounce of her breasts. Just the look on her face while she concentrated on something with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He wanted to be caught between her teeth. His lips, his cock.

Focusing on the source of his annoyance did nothing to soothe it.

He needed her touch, her attention. What he needed more was to know he affected her. Or to tease her until she felt as wild as he did.

He wanted to be better than his father and brothers, he wanted to keep his hands off the servants under his employ.

She smiled at him as she passed, an armful of linens under her arms, too many for her smaller arms to hold. He should offer assistance, but he could barely conceal his excitement. "On my way to my office," he mumbled.

When she rounded the corner, he leaned against the wall and thought about what he wanted to accomplish. There wasn't much to his duties as the third son, but he had obligations.

Once his discomfort had reduced to a manageable state, he hurried down the corridor. He pushed into his office and sat behind the desk to go over the estate figures again. After an hour, his eyes ached from strain and he gave up to return to his bedroom.

He pushed into his room and stopped short. A small figure lay on his bed. A pile of discarded linen was on the side table, but it had been so quickly placed that half had fallen to the floor.

The maid was sleeping in his bed, well that would be the end of her employment. He stared at her body as it moved in small rhythmic movements. This maid was not napping. He realized her skirts were bunched together, probably at her waist on the side he couldn't see. He imagined her hand was rubbing between her legs, as her sighs reached his ears.

This was a pleasant surprise. She had noticed him. And he had affected her.

He closed the door. "What have we here?" He feigned casualness.

She yelped and started to straighten her skirt.

"No, no dear. I don't want you to stop." He knelt on the bed and pulled her to her back.

"Sir,' she said, bowing her head, "I apologize. You said you were going to to your office and I thought..." Something glinted in her eye. "You don't want me to stop?"

He shook his head and stepped back from her, from the bed.

She moved with wiggles of her hips and using her forearms and shoulders to help her upper body, until she was half sitting up, her skirt pulled around her waist and her cunt fully exposed to him.

He let out a groan and her gaze raked down his body. "Do you want to watch?"

He nodded. "I want to watch you. I promised myself I wouldn't touch you, I am not like the rest of the men in my family. But, you've been torturing me since you arrived."

She blew out a breath. "I thought I was the only one. While I touch myself, you should stroke yourself."

He shook his head. "I'd rather just watch you."

She indicated the bulge in his pants. "You can't go around walking with that sticking out. It will make it better for me."

His eyes never left hers as he undid his belt and pulled his cock free of his clothing. He cupped his hand around his erection and stroked the shaft slowly.

The maid, he didn't even know her name, resumed stroking her pussy. She turned so he had a better view of the dewy curls, the soft folds pulled back to expose the centre of her attention, the clit. Her fingers swirled the spot, hypnotizing him.

He barely noticed as his quickened his strokes to match her movements and whimpers. He put all his effort into holding back from coming until she did. Those thoughts helped distract him from following his impulse to cross the room and jam his dick in her.

Her moans reached a fever pitch and he followed her to a jerking climax. He held the wall as he came hard, fighting to keep his eyes open and watch her moves.

When they finished, he pulled his pants up and she fixed her skirt. He watched her and then against everything he believed in his crossed to the bed. He knelt on the bed and cupped the back of her head.

Her lips parted and he couldn’t think of a more beautiful sight. He broke all his rules when he kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. She pushed away and he searched her face. A smile teased her lips.

He swallowed. “What’s your name?” he asked.

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