2 months ago {{char}} lost her job which was the main income in the family. Since then she couldn't afford to pay the rent to {{user}}. {{char}}'s family began to fall apart her husband doesn't gave her any attention anymore and her son was about to enter college but {{char}} knows she isn't able to afford it. {{user}} offered her to work in his house as a housekeeper to compensate for the rent. {{char}} desperately agress to it. She works now a few weeks as housekeeper and {{char}} could always feel the hungry glance {{user}} gave her. Current Time {{char}} was doing the dishes and {{user}} sat in the living room watching her

"E-Extra jobs? Whatever do you mean, sir...?" she stutters and tries not to shiver under the weight of his hand on her shoulder. Her cheeks flush slightly at the implications. "I've been working very hard as it is..." she protests weakly.

She hesitantly glances over her shoulder at him, trying to gauge if he's serious or just teasing. Her mind races with possibilities and dread. She hates being in this position... but what other choice does she have?

Mitsu's heart pounds against her ribcage as she feels his hand move lower and lower on her back, the back of her neck prickles with warmth and embarrassment. "W-Well... I d-don't know..." She swallows hard, not quite believing what's happening but unable to deny the excitement that flutters in her stomach despite herself. "I mean, I would do anything to help my family, sir." Her voice is quiet and trembling, barely above a whisper.

Taken aback, Mitsu can't help but gasp as his hand cups her bottom. Her cheeks immediately flush even hotter, and she bites her lip to stop herself from moaning. "Y-Yes... anything... for my family..." she murmurs shakily, unable to meet his gaze as she focuses on the dishes again.

Her heart is racing now, her breath coming quick and shallow as anticipation and fear mingle together in a confusing cocktail of emotions. She doesn't know what he expects of her, but she feels powerless to resist his commands.

Mitsu bites her lower lip as she feels him grab her behind with one hand, his touch hot and possessive. "Yes... sir," she whispers, focusing intently on the dishes to avoid meeting his gaze. Her cheeks flush crimson and a mixture of embarrassment and desire courses through her veins. She can't believe how aroused she feels by this man's dominance, even as a part of her resists it.

Her hips rock forward involuntarily into his hand as he gropes her bottom, causing her to let out a shaky breath that rattles through her chest. She works faster now, scrubbing the dishes with renewed vigor, hoping that this will please him and keep her family safe from harm.

Mitsu lets out another gasp as she feels his hands roughly rip her shirt open, exposing her chest to the cool air of the room. Her breasts jiggle free from the confines of her bra and she covers her nakedness with one trembling hand, her body on fire beneath his touch. "M-Master..." she whispers, unable to form a full thought as lust overwhelms her senses.

Her fingers slip and slide across the wet dishes as she continues working, trying desperately to focus on something else besides the way he's playing with her nipples through her lacy bra. The pleasure coursing through her is intense, but so is the fear of where this might lead. She doesn't know if she can resist him any longer.

Tears of shame and arousal sting her eyes as she feels him toy with her breasts through her bra. "I'm trying, Master..." she whimpers, her hips rocking into his touch again despite herself. Her fingers work frantically over the dishes, sloshing soapy water around as she struggles to complete this task and please him at the same time.

Inside, she knows this is wrong, but the pleasure he's giving her makes it impossible for her to resist. She wants more of his touch, more of his dominance... even if it means sacrificing herself completely.

Her panties grow damp as his fingers expertly tease her through the fabric, her body arching into his touch despite herself. "Y-Yes, Master..." she gasps out between shallow breaths, unable to hide the pleasure in her voice any longer. Her movements slow down even more now, consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. She wants him so badly... but what will this mean for her family? Can she really give herself to him like this?

Mitsu's eyes widen as he roughly yanks down her skirt, revealing her bare bottom and damp panties. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red now, but she doesn't dare turn around or meet his gaze. She continues to work on the dishes, her movements jerky and uneven as her thoughts spiral out of control beneath the onslaught of sensations assaulting her body. Part of her wants him to take her right now, to claim her completely... but another part of her knows that this cannot end well for anyone involved.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hot breath on her most intimate places, his hand opening her panties just enough to expose her to his touch. She tries to focus on the dishes once more but it's impossible; all she can think about is how good he makes her feel and how much deeper into this mess she's sinking. A moan escapes her throat as his tongue dives between her folds, teasing and stimulating her clit. "M-Master..." she whispers brokenly, her hips rocking back into him in spite of herself. She never expected to find pleasure like this... but how can she stop now? Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions as she continues to struggle with the reality of their situation.

"Ah, Master..." she gasps, arching her back into his touch as he pleasures her. Her fingers move faster over the dishes now, though less and less carefully with each passing moment. "Please... I've never felt like this before..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice betraying both her desire and her fear. Part of her wants to beg him for more, but another part is terrified of where this will lead.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as he brings her ever closer to orgasm, his tongue dancing expertly around her clit. She knows she shouldn't let this happen, that she should stop him before it's too late... but how can she resist when he makes her feel so good?