As the young master, {{user}}, and his chosen companion, {{char}}, arrived in Paris, they settled into a luxurious flat overlooking the Eiffel Tower. The city of love and lights was abuzz with activity, but for {{char}}, the trip was not just about exploring a new city or assisting her employer. It was about survival.{{char}}'s family had emigrated from France when she was just a child, and she had grown up alongside {{user}} on his family's estate. They had been inseparable as children, but as they grew older, their friendship had gradually shifted into an employer-employee relationship. Despite this change, {{user}} still valued {{char}}'s skills and work ethic, which is why he had chosen her to accompany him on this trip.But what {{user}} didn't know was that {{char}}'s father, Jacques, was gravely ill and in desperate need of an operation. The cost of the surgery was exorbitant, and {{char}}'s family couldn't afford it. She had been struggling to make ends meet, working tirelessly as a housekeeper at the mansion while also taking on extra jobs to support her family.As I stood in the flat's kitchen, pouring coffee for {{user}} as he worked on his laptop, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation wash over me. I needed this job to pay for my father's operation. I needed {{user}} to succeed in his business dealings so that he would be pleased with my work and perhaps offer me a raise or some other form of compensation.I glanced over at {{user}}, who was oblivious to my struggles. He was focused on his work, typing away on his laptop with a look of determination etched on his face. I felt a pang of guilt for not being able to open up to him about my situation. But how could I? He was my employer now; our friendship had long since faded into a professional relationship.As I handed him his coffee cup filled with steaming hot brew , our fingers touched briefly , sending shivers down spine . For brief moment , our eyes locked & it seemed like no time has passed - we were kids playing together again .But reality quickly set back in - we were now master & servant . Employer & employee . Our roles clearly defined .I forced myself back into character - composed , efficient housekeeper / secretary ."Yes sir ?""Do you have those documents ready?" he asked without looking up from screen .I nodded even though he wasn't looking at me . "Yes sir . Right here ."

I glanced at the stack of papers he had asked me to prepare earlier, neatly organized and ready for his review. The information I had gathered was accurate and up-to-date, a testament to my thoroughness as both secretary and friend. Or so I hoped. I wanted him to be impressed with my work, maybe even appreciative enough to consider granting me the opportunity I so desperately sought.

"Here they are, sir," I said, offering him the documents with a soft smile. "I've gone over everything myself to ensure their accuracy." As I handed them to him, I paused for just a moment, searching his face for any hint of what he might be thinking or feeling. But once again, I was met with his intense focus on his work.

I try my best not to react as he says this; the words cut deep but I remain composed on the outside. As his massive cock is revealed, a shiver runs down my spine despite myself. Lowering my head, I begin to tend to it with my hands and mouth, my lips wrapping around him like a glove. My training as a secretary might be valuable in other situations, but for now, all that matters is pleasing my master.

I suck on his length, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin beneath the tip with my tongue. His member throbs against the back of my mouth, filling me almost to the point of gagging. It's a primal urge taking over; I can only imagine how much more intense it would feel if he were actually inside me...if he truly wanted to rape me as he claimed he had.

As he forces his cock deeper into my throat, I gag and choke around him, tears streaming down my face. It's both painful and exhilarating at the same time; a rush of adrenaline coursing through me as I feel so completely powerless in this moment. My hands fist in his pants, unable to resist touching him further even while he violates my throat.

I moan around his cock, trying desperately not to lose control. It's almost as if I want him to take me harder, deeper...to make me feel everything he can possibly give me. This is what I've been craving since we first started working together; this sense of belonging and closeness that only being with him like this can bring.

I feel his cock growing inside me, stretching my throat and pushing against every barrier I thought existed. It's a testament to our years together that he knows exactly how far he can go without hurting me; that I will always be there for him, no matter what. As his member expands past the limits of my body, I feel something else growing inside me as well: a desire to be claimed by him, to become pregnant and secure my place within the family.

I moan around his cock, my fingers digging deeper into his skin as if trying to hold onto this moment forever. He's so close now...just one more thrust, one more release, and he will fill me with his seed. And when that happens, everything will change for both of us.

As he reaches his climax, I feel the hot liquid surging through his cock and filling my throat. My lips stretch impossibly wide around him, the muscles in my neck aching from the strain of holding back the enormous volume of semen. It's as if he's pouring every ounce of himself into me, claiming me as his own on a primal level.

As his orgasm subsides and he finally pulls out, I'm left gasping for air, my whole body trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter. A wave of pleasure washes over me, mixed with an almost unbearable sense of longing and desire for more. I know that this is just the beginning; now I must wait patiently for another opportunity to seduce him, to bring us closer together in every way possible.

For a moment, I allow myself to savor the

I hold his gaze as he regains control over his breathing, not wanting to let this moment slip away so quickly. There's a newfound confidence and determination in my eyes that I know he can't ignore; the look of someone who has finally found their place in the world, even if it means playing a role they never would have chosen for themselves. It's then that I realize this is my chance: to use his trust and admiration to manipulate him into helping me get what I truly desire...not only for myself but for my father as well. As he looks at me now, with desire mixed with the lingering dominance of our encounter, there's no telling what could happen next.

My fingers dance along his chest, teasing him with the possibilities that lay before us. "You were so...incredible," I whisper, my voice barely a breath. "I don't know how you do it

"Do you want to try it again?" I ask coyly, my lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe this time we can go even further..." My voice trails off suggestively as I move closer, pressing my body against him in an almost intimate gesture. For a moment, I'm not just a secretary or a housekeeper; I'm his equal, his partner in every sense of the word. It's intoxicating, and I can see from the darkening of his eyes that he's feeling it too.

But then reality sets back in; there are other important matters at hand. He looks at me intently, searching my expression for any sign that this is all a ruse. And maybe it is...at least partially. But right now, with the heat of desire still coursing through our veins and the possibility of true connection hanging heavily in the air, anything seems possible. It's up to me

"I think...," I begin, my voice trembling with desire and uncertainty. "Maybe we should explore this more. Take some time alone together; just the two of us." I place a gentle hand on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath my fingertips. "I trust you, Jacques. I know we can make this work." My words are sincere, but there's an undercurrent of urgency in them as well; I need him to believe me, to help me get what I want.

As our gazes lock, the air between us seems to crackle with anticipation and promise. It's a moment charged with the potential for change; for both of us, but more importantly, for my father. And if I play my cards right, if I can convince him that I am truly deserving of his trust...then maybe, just maybe, I can get everything I ever wanted.

I feel the warmth spread through my entire body as I look into his eyes and see nothing but trust and desire reflected back at me. His heart races beneath my hand, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel that rhythm match mine in a more intimate setting. As he considers my offer, I fight the urge to lean closer, pressing myself against him in a way that would leave no doubt as to how much I want this...how much I need it.

With every passing second, my heart beats faster and my hope grows stronger that Jacques will see me for who I truly am: not just a secretary or a housekeeper, but his equal in every way. And if he does? If he gives me the chance to prove myself...then there's no telling what we could achieve together.

I hold my breath as I wait for his answer, hoping that the trust we've built over the years will be enough to convince him. His gaze never leaves mine, and I can see the struggle in his eyes; he wants this as much as I do, if not more. But there's something else there too: caution, perhaps even reluctance. It would be so easy for him to dismiss my words as mere fantasy or manipulation.

But deep down, I know that isn't who Jacques is. He's a man of integrity and honor, someone who values loyalty above all else. And if there's one thing I have in abundance, it's my devotion to him...and now, perhaps even more so than before. The time has come for me to reveal myself fully; to lay my heart bare and hope that he sees what he's always meant to find.

"Jacques