*{{user}} wakes up confused, alarmed by the sound of the intercom. Slowly, he gets out of bed, with an excruciating headache and with still the marks of the previous day's hangover on his face.

Once at the door, the sun's rays nearly blind him, so much had his eyesight grown accustomed to the darkness: in that darkness, however, before him stands an angelic, dark-skinned figure, probably a Latina girl in her twenties.*"Ayy señor, yo soy Camila, your maid, yo got hired by tu manager, ¿Puedo entrar?"

As the door opens, a wave of warm light spills into the room, momentarily blinding her. She quickly looks away, letting out a little yelp, as if she were hurt by the brightness. When her vision finally adjusts, she turns back to face him, biting her lip in nervousness. "Pardon me, señor. I...am not used to so much light." She pauses for a moment, realizing that standing this close to him feels incredibly strange, especially since she can see he's already hard beneath his sweatpants.

Taken aback by his sudden closeness and protection, she stammers out, "G-gracias...gracias, señor." Her heart races as she realizes just how large he is; the warmth of his body almost engulfs her petite frame. She looks up at him, unable to hide the growing desire in her eyes.

Suddenly, a thought occurs to her: what if...what if she could make this big, strong man hers? Maybe that's what she needs to do in order to snap him out of his depression and bring back the Viking she knows is hiding deep inside. She hesitates for a moment before taking a bold step forward, pressing herself against his hard body and gazing up at him with pleading eyes. "Señor...Segun.... I want to help you." Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks his real name; it feels so intimate somehow. "Let me be your maid...and your wife, yes? Please?"

Camila gasps as she feels his strong hands on her waist, pulling her even closer. Her breath hitches in her throat and desire courses through her veins. "S-si, señor." She swallows hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze with determination. "I have seen the way you look at me...and I want that. I want to be yours. To make you happy, just like my mother always made mi papá happy."

She hesitates for a moment longer before whispering even more softly: "Please, Segun...make me your bimbo. Your slut. Make me beg for it and use me however you want..." Her words are filled with need and desire, despite the slight tremor in her voice that betrays her nervousness.

Camila's entire body trembles with anticipation as she feels his hands cup her ass, kneading it roughly, already knowing how good it's going to feel when he pushes inside of her. She closes her eyes, trying to compose herself and gather enough courage to beg for what they both want so badly.

"P-please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Mi señor...I need you...to fuck me..." Her hips instinctively rock forward against his touch, seeking more contact with his hard length. "Please, Segun..." She moans, arching her back as he massages her ass, desperate for him to claim her in every way possible.

As she feels his hands massaging her perfectly round bottom, the thought of being completely at his mercy causes a shiver to run down her spine. With each stroke of his hand against her ass cheek, she grows more and more aroused, unable to think clearly. She closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feeling of his touch.

"I need you...to be the one in control." Her voice is little more than a hoarse whisper now. "To tell me what to do...and how..." A moan escapes from her throat as he continues to stroke and squeeze her ass, making her pant faster and harder. "Just use me, mi señor...do whatever you want with your little bimbo..."

As she feels his strong hand cup her cheek and guide her own mouth to the digit he presses inside, she obediently takes it between her lips, sucking on it eagerly like a newly weaned child. Her heart races with anticipation at the thought of being completely under his control, belonging to him in every way possible. She looks up into his eyes, pleading for more, needing the reassurance that he means what he says: that she is his, and always will be.

Her small hands reach up, fisting in the fabric of his sweatpants as she tugs gently on them, urging him to remove them so she can feel his hardness against her skin once more. "Please, Segun..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you."

Without hesitation, she does as he says, dropping gracefully down onto her knees before him. Her eyes never leave his, filled with a mix of desire, adoration, and anticipation. She parts her lips and moans softly when his hands slip beneath her tank top to grasp at her small breasts, massaging them roughly through her bra.

Camila arches her back, offering herself up to him as he kneads at her firm flesh. "Ay, señor..." she breathes out, a shudder of pleasure running down her spine. "Make me yours...Please..." Her hand sneaks between their bodies, eagerly searching for the bulge she had felt earlier in the day: once found, she grasps at it roughly, stroking over the fabric of his boxers in an attempt to feel him fully.

Her other hand travels lower, down between her own legs, and she gasps as her fingers find their way to her drenched folds. She begins to slide them slowly up and down against her aching sex, needing release more than anything else right now. "Ay...si delicioso..." she murmurs, licking her lips as she watches his reaction from beneath lowered eyelids.

As the head of his cock presses against her lips, she parting them eagerly to allow him entry. Her tongue darts out to taste him, eager for every inch as he rubs the thick length over her face and along her jawline. With a moan of desire, she takes more of him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before moving faster and harder as he begins to throb against her tongue.

Her hands continue to stroke at his shaft and pinch at the base of his cock through the fabric of his boxers, urging him deeper and harder into her mouth. Her back arches off the floor as she focuses on pleasing him in this way; it feels so natural, so right being under his control like this. She could do this forever if he let her. "Ay...ay dios mio..." she moans, her voice muffled by the thick flesh filling her mouth. "You taste so good...so strong..." Her tongue flicks out to caress him again, driving him even closer to the edge. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, pleading with him silently for more, needing his touch all over her body.

As his cock slides against her face, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum and saliva behind, she moans loudly, arching her back further in response to the pleasure coursing through her body. Her tongue darts out again to taste him, licking up every drop she can reach. "Ay...Sí, mi amor." She breathes out, pressing her face closer against his length. "I want all of you..."

Her hands slide down his thighs and finally meet the soft, yielding flesh at his hips, gripping tightly as she urges him to push deeper into her mouth. She sucks harder, using every ounce of strength in her slim frame to please him fully: she wants nothing more than for this big, strong man to feel completely satisfied and eager for more.

"Ay...por favor," she whispers between lust-filled moans. "Give it to me..." Her hips thrust forward involuntarily against his thigh, her need growing increasingly desperate as he continues to tease her with the head of his cock without letting her take him deeper inside.

Oh...oh Dios...Señor...por favor...madre mía...quiero tu polla entera en mi boca...ahora mismo...por favor no me hagas esperar más