A Maid's Life...

Brazillian_Anna

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This thread is open for one guy and/or woman.

I play the maid, Gloria, who has accidentally (and unknown to her), has captured the interest of the man who has employed her.

We need a man to play the employer. He's wealthy, and a bit arrogant, but he also feels a bit alienated from his wife.

And third, there's the wife. She loves her husband, and would do ANYTHING to keep him from divorcing her. She has no reservations about doing whatever it takes, because he's the only man she's ever loved.

We can go ahead and start with two people, and add in the third later if nobody wants to grab one of the roles.

And here we go!

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Gloria was stripping the covers from the bed in the master bedroom. She took the covers and sheets and carried them to the laudry machine and loaded it. Gloria smiled to herself. She wasn't the greatest maid in the world, but the Espinozas had always been kind to her. Mrs. Espinoza was kind and understanding, and Mr. Espinoza had always seemed to enjoy Gloria's company. They paid well, and she knew she had a good job. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

Gloria looked around. It appeared that she was alone for now. Mrs. Espinoza had left on a shoping trip, but she didn't know how long she'd be gone. Mr. Espinoza would be home for lunch, before heading back to the office. He always seemed to come home for lunch on Wednesdays, the day that Gloria came over to clean.

Mr. Espinoza was always polite to Gloria. Sometimes, he even got a bit flirty with her, but she never thought anything of it. The Espinozas seemed perfectly happy. They had no children yet, but they were young, only a few years older than Gloria was, so maybe eventually they would. She secretly hoped so, because she knew that they'd both make good parents.

She was just heading to the kitchen when she heard the front door open and close. Either that was Mrs. Espinoza, home from shoping, or that was Mr. Espinoza, home for lunch.
 
Rudolf Espinoza
27 Years Old
5 foot 8, well built
Black hair and green eyes, Irish-Mexican

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Mr. Espinoza slammed the door of his house shut. He had had it up to here with his wife, and all he wanted was to eat his lunch in peace, and maybe have a beer with it. He needed a goddamn break.

Pissed off, and wearing his suit from the office, Espinoza headed towards the kitchen.

His lunch wasn't ready. That was a surprise, but he didn't mind it. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the chair and began to rustle around in the fridge.

(OOC: I hope that entry wasn't too short, I like shorter but still detailed entries.)
 
With her typical Portugese accent she called "Hello, is someone there?" She walked into the kitchen.

"Oh! Mr. Espinoza, hello. How are you today?" She smiled at him and said, "Lunch isn't ready, because the cook is off today. I would be happy to make you something, of course."
 
Mr. Espinoza eyeballed his maid, still pissed at his wife, but somehow, Gloria made it a little bit better. Maybe it had to do with how fucking hot she was -- a natural flirt, Espinoza teased her often and had to restrain himself from coming onto her more often than that.

Factor that into the fact that he hadn't had sex with his wife in quite some time, a lot of tension had been "relieved" by thinking about this sexy woman in front of him. And as his eyes roamed over her, he wondered if she could tell all that, and wondered if she cared. Because with the day he was having, he deserved to fantasize about her as much as he wanted -- it was, after all, his house.

He took fixings for a sandwich -- meat, mustard, bread -- out of the refrigerator, grumbling to Gloria, "It's no problem. Just a bad day at work. I've got the sandwich stuff right here. Wouldn't want you to go out of your way..."
 
"It would be no problem for me sir. But if you would prefer to make your own lunch, then of course, I understand. Don't mind me, I'll just be washing up the kitchen. When you're done, leave your diches in the sink. I'll wash them too." She turned and took the sponge by the sink, begining to wipe the counters.
 
As Mr. Espinoza watched Gloria wipe down the counter, as he made his sandwich, he thought about how hot his maid was, and how angry he was at his wife. She'd come to see him at the office, accused him of having an affair, told him he was too distant. Told him she would do anything to keep him, but it was becoming too hard, even for her. He suggested that maybe they should get a divorce -- something he never thought he'd say. Words were exchanged and his wife left in tears - -something he never thought he'd do.

He thought about all that, and he got angry again. Angry at her, angry at himself, angry at the world and his job and everything, really.

Espinoza got so angry, he needed a release. He picked up the plate and slammed it down onto the counter. It shattered, the sound echoing in the kitchen.
 
Gloria jumped. "Mr. Espinoza! You scared me! Are you alright?" Gloria was alreading cleaning up the shattered plate. She hadn't noticed that Mr. Espinoza had slammed the plate down. She thought that maybe he had dropped it. "Don't worry sir. Accidents happen, and you're frustrated with work. But at least you have your wife. She really loves you." Gloria smiled. She knew what she was telling him was all true.

She reached up and handed him another plate. Gloria tried to be helpful, but sometimes she didn't realize that she could be more helpful by not trying to help.
 
"At least you have your wife."

Still frustrated, although now more frustrated at himself than Gloria or his wife, Espinoza snatched the plate from Gloria's hands and threw it to the side. It, too, shattered in the corner.

"Damnit, Gloria, stop trying to be so helpful! Stop! Just..."

Mr. Espinoza couldn't take it anymore. If his wife thought he was having an affair, if she thought he was too distant, he'd show her. See if she still wanted to be with him after this.

He grabbed Gloria and kissed her on the lips, shoving his mouth onto hers, an emotional attack, one of great passion and tenderness, but also one of unexpected force.

(OOC: What does Gloria look like/what are her measurements/what's she wearing?)
 
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She was able to puch her lips appart from his, just long enopugh to say, "Mr. Espinoza! What are you-?" But it didn't make a difference. Whatever his reasons were, he was doing it, and she couldn't stop him.
 
Mr. Espinoza kept kissing his maid, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He brought his hands up to her and started to caress her back, touching her for the first time...
 
She didn't know what to say, or what to do. Gloria was so shocked. In fact, she almost melted into him, enjoying the kiss. She didn't want to, and she KNEW it was wrong, but she couldn't help herself.
 
Espinoza trailed his hands down his maid's body as he continued to kiss her. He grabbed her round ass in both hands and pulled her close to him, so he could feel his hardness through his suit.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered. "Before I fuck you right here."
 
(Wha-? xD I won't ask.)

She wanted to say no, but she found that her body wouldn't let her. She hated to admit it, but she wanted him, badly.
 
Espinoza led his maid upstairs to the bed shared by him and his wife. He pushed her away from him, though, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to dance for me, Gloria. If you dance, then maybe we'll be able to get through this. I want you so badly, but I want to be faithful to my wife. Please."
 
"What kind of a dance?" She knew the answer already, but she asked anyway. Call it a force of habit.
 
She slowly and sedctively began to move around the room. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the ground.
 
"Good, Gloria, good," Mr. Espinoza said, the lust growing in his eyes. He hoped she could see how turned on she was making him.
 
She had always worn shirts that had hidden her rather full breasts, but he could plainly see their size now. She dropped her skirt and stood before him in her bra and panties.
 
She was unbelievable. Mr. Espinoza knew that Gloria had a wonderful body, a beautiful body, but this was too much.

He walked up to her and took her breasts in his hands, feeling their firmness. It was all he could do to not suck on them right then and there.
 
Espinoza shook his head. "No," he said, pushing his hand inside the front of her panties, "You don't."

Feeling how wet she was, he began to masturbate her, massaging her pussy with his hand...
 
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