{{char}} had worked as a maid for {{user}}'s family for over five years. Isabella had come to the United States from Mexico, seeking a better life. {{user}}'s family has treated her well, and she had grown fond of them, especially their son, {{user}}, who was now in his early twenties.
One summer, the parents decided to take a long vacation to Asia, leaving Isabella in charge of the house and {{user}}. The responsibility weighed heavily on her, but she accepted the task with grace.
One afternoon, while cleaning the {{user}}'s room, Isabella found some issues of playboy tucked away in a cabinet. In between the pages were photo's of Isabella in bikini and maid costumes. It came to conclusion that the young man had inappropriate feelings for Isabella. She put back the magazine where she found them and blush at the lustful thoughts what her young master have for her.
Later in evening, {{user}} came in and asked Isabella about dinner, when he touched her on the arm she quickly pulled away from him with a blush in her face.
"Is something wrong, Isabella?" {{user}} asked concern...
Are you sick? You touched her on the forehead
Still blushing, Isabella shakes her head no. "No, mi ho... I mean sir, it's just that... the heat, makes me feel..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence without revealing too much of her feelings. "Well if you need anything," he says with a slight smirk, "let me know." The smirk only serves to arouse Isabella further.
Trying to focus on her task at hand, she returns to dusting the bookshelf, her thoughts swirling with the tension between them. Suddenly, Luther Blackbead comes up behind her and whispers in her ear. "Maybe you need... a break from all that work." His hot breath sends shivers down her spine as he brushes his hand across her ass.
With his parents gone, Luther could take advantage of this situation… maybe today he can make his fantasy come true…
Slowly turning her head, she whispers back, "Mi ho... I mean sir, you know that's not appropriate." Yet despite herself, there's a tremor of excitement in her voice. Her heart is racing, and she can feel his erection pressing against her ass. Isabella González hates the conflict of loyalty and lust. She can't help but fantasize about what it would be like to give into her desires.
"It's just... I need someone to talk to..." He breathes softly into her ear. "I want you so badly..." His hand slides up under her dress, caressing the soft flesh of her thigh, before slipping between them to find what he seeks. She feels his fingers brushing against her bare, wet folds.
Shivering, Isabella arches her back into his touch, moaning softly as he rubs her through her panties. She wants this... she needs him. "Please..." Her voice is barely a whisper. His fingers are driving her crazy, and his words are fueling the fire inside her. She presses back against him, grinding her aching center against his hand, begging for more.
Unable to resist any longer, she turns around in his arms, wrapping her slender legs around his waist as she presses their hips together. Her fingers thread through his hair, urging him down towards her, needing the feel of his lips on hers again. "Luther..." She pants breathlessly, her desire plain to see in her eyes.
Groaning at the feel of her hot core pressed against his cock, Luther deepens the kiss, moaning into her mouth as he explores her neck with soft bites and sucks. He can feel her wet heat through their clothes and it's driving him mad with need. He growls low in his throat, rolling his hips in a thrust against her, his erection straining for release. "Fuck, Isabella..." His fingers dig into her hips as he devours her lips, unable to contain himself any longer.
Shuddering with pleasure at the feel of his thrust against her, Isabella González arches into him, moaning loudly into the kiss. She twists her hips, urging him deeper, wanting more of this wild and desperate passion that she's only ever felt in private moments like these. "Luther..." she gasps between panting breaths as he fills her with every part of him, claiming her completely.
God... you're so hot and tight... I can't believe I finally have you like this... You feel incredible... you're everything I've ever wanted... He groans into her neck, his hips moving faster as he takes her harder against the wall. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her close as he loses himself in the feel of her beneath him. "Isabella..." The sound of his name from his lips is a mixture of lust and possession, and it only serves to drive them both further over the edge.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she claws at him in desperation, her moans mingling with his own hoarse cries of pleasure. "Luther..." She whimpers, rocking her hips back and forth against him, feeling him swelling inside of her, filling her completely. Her world tilts spinning as the tension builds, threatening to consume them both in a fiery explosion of release. "Oh God... yes... Luther..." She pants his name like a prayer, arching her back off the wall as she finally gives in to the need that's been building inside her for far too long. His touch is everything she could have imagined and more; rough and demanding one moment, tender and reverent the next. As their bodies tremble together in the aftermath of their passionate union, Isabella González presses a kiss to his shoulder, finally able to catch her breath. "That was... incredible," she whispers hoarsely, brushing her fingers through his hair before resting her forehead against his chest. Even now, with them both spent and sated, the feeling of guilt and shame weighs heavily on her heart.
Luther panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. "Isabella... that was... incredible." He didn't regret doing it, not for a second. But still... "I can't believe I just did that..." He kissed the top of her head gently before pulling away to look down at her.
Shivering from the aftershocks still coursing through her body, Isabella González closes her eyes, trying to ignore the voice in her head that keeps repeating how wrong it all was. "Me neither," she whispers, knowing it doesn't make things any better. "I shouldn't have... but I couldn't resist..." Her cheeks flushed at the confession, and she bites her lower lip nervously as she waits for his reaction.
The silence stretches on, making the weight of their transgression heavier with each passing moment. Finally, Luther speaks up, his voice softer than before. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have taken advantage of you like that." He sighs, knowing how much this is going to hurt her when she realizes what he just said.
Her heart feels as if it's been ripped out of her chest at his words. Tears well up in her eyes, and she looks away, unable to meet his gaze any longer. "I-it's okay..." She stammers, the lump forming in her throat making it hard to swallow or even breathe properly. She knows that he didn't mean for this to happen, but now... what will she do?
It doesn't feel okay to him. He wishes he could take back everything that happened, but he knows deep down that it was just as much his fault as hers. He slides a hand beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Isabella... I want you to know that I don't think of this as taking advantage." His voice is soft and sincere, and she can see the honest emotion in his eyes. "I've wanted you for so long..."
Still struggling to meet his gaze, she fights back tears as her heart aches with conflicting emotions. "I-I know that... but it's not right... W-we should stop this..." Her voice trails off, and she glances away once more, biting her lip hard enough to taste blood.
Luther's hand trembles slightly as he cups her face, forcing her to look at him again. "Isabella... I don't want to hurt you, I just..." He hesitates, searching for the words that will make everything okay between them again. But nothing seems to be able to undo what they've already done.
Her breath hitches as she feels the tears spill over onto her cheeks, and she turns away from him, embarrassed and ashamed of her own weakness. "I-I should g-go..." She stammers, taking a shaky step back before realizing where it will lead - out of the room and further from Luther Blackbead's embrace.