Maid in Kensington

Sylvia had been the family maid for over a decade. She had first met Sebastian Jones and his wife at her job interview. Sebastian's wife, Melinda, was heavily pregnant at the time and they had just moved into a four bedroom home in Kensington. Sebastian's job in the financial sector brought in a six figure salary and he and his wife had decided it was time to get some hired help, especially with the baby due to arrive soon. They sat in Sebastian's home office as Sylvia walked in. She was young, still in her early twenties with bright red hair. She was petite, not standing any taller than 5 feet on a good day, but her body was toned, with curves in all the right places. None of this was relevant for the job she was applying for, but Sebastian noticed this nonetheless. As the interview went on, it became clear she was perfect for the role. Bubbly, kind, and caring, with an impressive CV and glowing list of recommendations, which was incredibly impressive for someone her age. Sebastian and Melinda couldn't offer her the job quickly enough.

Over the following thirteen years, Sylvia had been there to help raise Sebastian and Melinda's three beautiful children. She had changed nappies, read bedtime stories and everything in between. She had become somewhat of a confidant to both of her employers at their lowest moments and was now truly part of the family. Despite all of this however, as he sat in his luxurious office, Sylvia sitting across from him, he was dreading the conversation to come. While Sylvia was now in her late thirties, her looks hadn't faded one bit. She now wore an elegant pair of thin metal spectacles and her hair was a bright purple colour. She changed her hair colour every couple of months, seemingly never settling on one for too long. She was dressed comfortably in a pair of tight fitting grey leggings and a pink Nike tee, pretty standard attire for her maid duties.

When she had arrived earlier that afternoon, Sebastian had asked her to meet him in his office once she was finished with her cleaning for the day. Melinda was out for coffee and yoga with her friends, as she was every Tuesday, so now was the perfect time to do what needed to be done.

Sebastian cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking. "So Sylvia, how are you doing? Everything ok at home?"

Sylvia looked a little confused, but smiled and answered, "Yeah, everything is fine thanks Sebastian! James is starting school soon, so I've been buying school uniform and rucksacks and all sorts, but everything's fine!"

James was Sylvia's son, who had only just turned five. Sebastian recalled that Melinda had bought him a particularly extravagant gift; she always went overboard when it came to major milestones like birthdays. Sylvia had been a single mother even since James' father had walked out on her when he found out she was pregnant. Just thinking about it made Sebastian's blood boil.

"Ah yes, of course, school uniforms are so ridiculously expensive these days aren't they? Eleanor's cost us an arm and a leg!" Sebastian commiserated.

"Yes, they really are!" Sylvia replied, "These companies must be making a killing! Maybe you should get out of the financial sector and into school uniforms!" She joked, both of them laughing warmly together. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Sylvia asked curiously, looking at her employer and friend earnestly.

"Well, Sylvia, do you remember those break-ins that were happening in the area a couple of months ago?" Sebastian mused.

"Yes Sir, I remember," she replied, still a little confused about this line of questioning, but going with it.

"You know how seriously I take the safety of my family, so I decided it was time to install some security cameras around the house." Sebastian's voice has grown a little more gravely and serious as he spoke.

"That sounds like a good idea Sir." Sylvia raised her finger to her chin, "Did you install them yourself; I don't remember seeing any workmen?"

"No Sylvia, I had them installed while you were on your holiday. So I was certain that you didn't know about them, as they are all very discreet."

Sebastian rose from his seat and walked over to the window, looking out over the tree lined street below, a row of perfect, pristine homes. He turned back to face his maid, hands resting on the windowsill behind him. He sighed deeply.

"I'm just going to come out and say it. Money has been going missing from my wallet." A look of concern spread across Sylvia's pretty face. "So, I checked the cameras, and my worst fears were confirmed. It was you Sylvia. Our trusted maid. You have been stealing from me." Sebastian looked angry now, hands gripping the windowsill tightly, knuckles turning white.

"No Sir, I would neve…."

"DON'T DENY IT!" Sebastian had lost his cool, and he instantly regretted it, he saw Sylvia cower away from him, fear in her eyes. This isn't how he had planned it. He stepped forwards and saw the petite woman before him wince, as if expecting to be struck. That bastard ex of hers.

"I'm sorry Sylvia," he said softly, "I didn't mean to shout." His body slumped against the wall. "I'm just so disappointed. Have we ever treated you badly? Or acted like you aren't a part of this family?

A tear formed in Sylvia's eye, she brushed it away before speaking.

"No Sebastian, you and your family have been wonderful to me." Her head dropped, staring at her feet. "I'm sorry," she said weakly. "Just, you've seen the news. The cost of everything is going up. My gas bill, my food. I didn't have enough for the rent and, in a moment of weakness. I stole from you. From Melinda. From the children. I'm so sorry. Really."

She looked up at him, genuine remorse covering her face. She was telling the truth, no doubt about it. A act, borne of fear and embarrassment.

"I believe you Sylvia, but I'm not sure what I should do." Sebastian paced the room, considering his options.

"Does Melinda know?" Sylvia asked, desperation written on her face.

The maid and his wife had become very close and Sebastian knew how deeply it would cut Sylvia for her friend to learn of this betrayal.

"No, I haven't" he replied, his gaze once returned to the warm summer's day outside of his window. "But, usually in this situation, I'd have to tell her." He walked back to his chair, sitting in it heavily, the weight of this moment weighing him down. "Or fire you, if not call the police."

"NO!" Sylvia almost screamed, falling off her chair and onto her knees, hands clasped together as if begging for forgiveness.

"You know how much I need this job, how much James needs me to have this job, please, can we not just keep this between us? The pretty woman's eyes had once again become teary as one rolled down her cheek, dripping onto the plush carpet covering the office floor.

Sebastian felt awful. He hated seeing Sylvia like this, but he didn't have much choice. "I'm sorry Sylvia, I really am…." Before he could finish his sentence, Sylvia interrupted him.

"Sir, listen to me, I'll do anything!" She stood up, wiping the tears from her face, a look of determination flashing across her eyes. "I can't be unemployed, we both know that," She closed the distance between them, standing right in front of Sebastian's desk. "I know that you and Melinda haven't had sex in months, not touched each other even!" Sebastian's jaw dropped. He knew his wife and his maid were close, but he had no idea that she knew about their failing marriage and the ice cold state of their marital bed. Sylvia realized that this revelation had given her the advantage and she pressed ahead. "I know you've always wanted me sir, ever since you looked at me during that first job interview." She pulled her top over her head, exposing her pendulous breasts, heavy and beautifully filling out the plain white bra she was wearing. As the material slipped over her chest, it caused them to jiggle erotically and Sebastian's cock twitched at the sight.

"I respected you so much for always keeping your urges in check, but now, it must be so frustrating for you." She leant over the desk, letting her breasts hang, a valley of irresistible cleavage mere feet away from Sebastian's hungry hands. "I bet you haven't cum in weeks, months even…" She climbed onto the desk, closing the gap between them until her face was mere inches from her employers. "So why don't you let me take care of you, and we can forget all about this?" Sylvia winked at him sensually and the moment she had finished speaking, Sebastian lunged forwards, pressing his lips to hers. She willingly accepted his mouth, the two hungrily making out as Sebastian pulled her from the desk and onto his lap, cock digging into his maids' soft flesh. His hands went to her chest, feeling her soft flesh against his, something he had longed for since they had first met. He pulled down the cups of her bra, freeing her boobs so he could grope them roughly, feeling her already hard nipples in his palms as she moaned into his mouth. Sylvia broke the kiss as both breathed heavily, panting with want as they stared into each other's eyes. "So, do we have a deal?" Sylvia whispered, biting her lip.

"We have a deal."

"Mmm, good," Sylvia replied, kissing Sebastian's neck as she unbuttoned his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, sliding onto her knees as she did. Her hands reached the huge tent formed in her bosses trousers and she started to gently rub it through the expensive fabric. "It looks like I've found something that needs cleaning," she mewled, once again winking up at the man who had fantasized about this moment countless times over the past thirteen years.

"Fuck," Sebastian whispered under his breath as his maid unzipped his fly. She reached within and felt her hand meet his warm, hard prick. It had been a long time since she had felt a man's member in her hands, and the sensation sent a shiver running through her body all the way down to her crotch. She pulled his cock free, before spitting in her hand, the sight of which produced an approving moan from Sebastian.

Sylvia hovered her hand inches above his swollen head, letting her spittle slowly stretch downwards. "Promise you're not going to tell anyone?" She smiled smugly.

Sebastian realized that somehow the power dynamic had now switched, he was now to be touched and had to comply if he wanted to finally achieve sweet release. "I promise Sylvia," he moaned frustratedly, "Now please, get to work you still need to earn that money you stole!"

"Yes sir," She growled throatily, wrapping her fingers around her employer's swollen prick. The sensation made Sebastian twitch and shiver in his chair. Fuck, he really needed this, more than he realised.

Sylvia could tell that Sebastian needed relief and needed it quickly, so using her saliva as lubrication she started methodically pumping his shaft; no need to tease him more than she already had. Sebastian let out a deep, hungry moan as she worked, his breathing intensifying every time her hand finished its journey from the base to his purple throbbing tip.

Sylvia spat onto his head so she could continue gliding her hand up and down smoothly, focusing on his tip with rapid small strokes, causing Sebastian's eyes to roll back into his head as he gritted his teeth.

"Fuuuuuck, you dirty girl!" He groaned approvingly as his head lolled back in ecstasy. As his maid continued to work his cock, he realized that he wouldn't be able to take much more of this.

"Stand up!" he commanded. Sylvia quickly complied as Sebastian rose from his chair, legs wobbly beneath him. He grabbed hold of her arms, spinning her round to face away from him before pushing her down so she was bent over the desk.

Her thick, bouncy ass was presented to him, the tight leggings showing off every curve, and he quickly buried his fingers between her cheeks. He grabbed the thin material with his fingertips and started to pull. After a little resistance, they finally gave way, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room as Sylvia bit her lip and moaned, incredibly aroused by Sebastian's primal display of lust.

As he admired the uneven tear he had created in his maids' clothing, he was greeted with the sight of Sylvia's puckered little asshole and her pink, glistening pussy. She was all natural, with a tuft of black hair peeking out from the remnants of her leggings, the sight producing a lusty growl from his throat.

He pressed his cock against her soft wet folds, rubbing it up and down covering his cock with her juices. A soft moan spilled from her lips, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she prepared to be split open.

"You've been here with no panties on, cleaning my house, taking care of my children?" He spanked her ass, causing it to jiggle delightfully as she gasped in shock.

"Just shut up and fuck me," she replied, want dripping from every word. "I've been a very bad little maid."

She looked over her shoulder at Sebastian as he slid inside her. She was soaked and he went straight to the hilt, bottoming out inside her as Sylvia's eyes fluttered. Her head dropped as she prepared to receive the pounding that was to come.

After months without feeling the warm embrace of a woman wrapped around him, Sebastian had no patience left as he began to fuck Sylvia with reckless abandon. The desk shook as he slammed into her over and over, her moans increasing in volume with every powerful thrust. Her whole body shook from the exertion, especially her ass as it rippled and jiggled with every thrust. Sebastian could hear how wet his maid was as he took out all his frustration on her petite frame. She took it without complaint, getting wetter and wetter as her body was used.

Both of them were so pent up that it didn't take long for each of them to reach the edge. Sylvia was the first to cum, shrieking in ecstasy as her pussy squeezed her boss's cock, milking it from within and waiting to feel herself get filled up with cum. Sebastian's entire body tensed as he grabbed Sylvia's ass roughly, before finally going over the edge. Months of backed up cum exploded from deep within him, pumping into the wet, warm hole of his maid. It seemed like he was never going to stop cumming as he twitched and convulsed in orgasmic bliss.

Finally both were spent, Sebastian collapsing back into his chair, eyes closed as Sylvia remained face down over the desk, panting and softly moaning as the aftershocks continued to wash over her. She felt so dirty seducing her boss, her friend's husband to save her job, but she couldn't deny she had loved every single second.

Sebastian opened his eyes and took in the view in front of him. His desk was in disarray, papers and stationary scattered everywhere, including on the floor. His eyes settled on her ripped leggings, her juices making her soft skin shine as his seed started to drip out of her stretched hole. He smiled to himself, finally feeling a weight lifted off him after months of sexual frustration and emotional turmoil. He rose from his chair unsteadily, picking up Sylvia from the desk and cradling her in his arms. "Are you ok?" he asked tenderly as his sticky white cum began to run down her thighs.

Sylvia smiled up at him, kissing him softly as she stood on her tiptoes. "Yeah," she said breathlessly, "That was amazing."

Sebastian smiled warmly, "How about I make you an offer?"

"Oh, what are you thinking in that big brain of yours?"

"Well, Melinda is out every Tuesday, so how about we make this a part of your regular duties?" He slid his hands to his maids ass, gently rubbing it.

"Mmm, that sounds good to me!" Sylvia moaned, "And maybe next time we can take our time." She gave Sebastian a cheeky wink.

"Excellent, and of course, with new responsibilities, there will be a pay rise, but, you can't ever steal from us again, understood?" He stated firmly.

"Yes Sir!" Sylvia replied eagerly.

"Now get back to work young lady!" Sebastian instructed, giving her a gentle smack on the ass to send her on her way. "Get yourself cleaned up and borrow one of Melinda's skirts."

Sylvia walked to the door, turning back before she left. "I can't wait until next week Sir," she said sensually before heading out of the door.

Sebastian sat in his chair, flaccid cock still exposed and slick from his maids arousal.

All in all, this had worked out much better than he could have ever expected. He couldn't wait until next week either.