THE house felt too big for one man, especially after a divorce. Daniel Hale had grown used to the silence, the echo of his own footsteps, the untouched dining table, the sterile perfection of rooms that once held warmth. After his wife left, he stopped noticing the dust gathering on the shelves or the laundry piling up. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, no, he just didn’t feel anything anymore.

His sister had insisted on hiring help, claiming he would “rot in his loneliness” otherwise. Daniel ignored her… until the morning he opened his front door and found her standing there.

Mara.

She was soft-faced. Curvy. Shy smile. Not what he even expected at all.

She was younger, early twenties, maybe with warm eyes and a body full of gentle curves that moved with a softness he wasn’t prepared for. Her blouse stretched lightly across her chest, and her hips swayed naturally when she shifted her weight, but nothing about her was deliberate or provocative. She looked sweet. Innocent. And completely out of place in his cold, empty home.

“Mr. Hale?” she asked, her voice small but warm.

Daniel cleared his throat.
“Yes. You are… the new maid?”

“I hope that is okay,” she said quickly. “Your sister told me you needed help.”

He wasn’t sure he needed anything. But as he stepped aside to let her in, he felt something stir, curiosity, interest, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mara moved quietly through the house, her presence softening the edges of the space. She hummed while she cleaned, an absent, airy tune that drifted down the halls. She dusted the frames his ex-wife left behind, folded shirts he had abandoned on chairs, scrubbed counters he had stopped caring about months ago.

Daniel found himself watching her more than he wanted to admit.

She was different.
Not polished like his ex.
Not perfect.
Just… warm.

She filled the house with life again, a little at a time.

But he kept his distance. Why? She was too young, too gentle. Too innocent for the hollow, hardened man he had become. And he wasn’t blind, he knew a girl like her would never look twice at someone carrying as much baggage as he did.

Or so he thought.

One night, he came home later than expected, very late, and found her in the kitchen, standing on her toes to reach a shelf. Her shirt rode up slightly, exposing a soft curve of waist. She let out a frustrated sigh, and before he could stop himself, Daniel stepped forward.

“Here,” he said, reaching the top shelf with ease.

She startled, then smiled at him, a slow, warm smile that wrapped itself around him like sunlight.

“Thank you,” she murmured.

Their hands brushed as he passed the jar to her. It was a light touch, barely anything. But it sent a quiet jolt up his arm.

And she noticed. He saw it in the way her breath caught.

“Sorry,” he muttered, stepping back a little too quickly.

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said softly. “It is your house. I’m the one who keeps getting in your way.”

“You are not,” he replied before he could think. “You make the place feel… better.”

Her eyes lifted to his, searching, as if she couldn’t quite believe he had said something kind.

“You do,” he added, voice lower now. “More than you know.”

Silence stretched between them, warm and charged. Mara tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. She wasn’t just pretty, she was real, and her shyness hit him harder than anything his ex-wife ever had.

She shifted slightly, her gaze dropping to his hands, then lifting again.
“You always look so sad when you come home.”

Daniel blinked. “I do?”

She nodded.
“But today… you don’t.”

Something tightened in his chest, it was unexpected and unfamiliar.

“Mara,” he breathed, her name feeling too intimate on his tongue.

She took a small step toward him, her voice barely a whisper.
“I like when you talk to me.”

He should have stepped back. He should have remembered the age gap, the power imbalance, the rules he lived by.

But when she stood there looking up at him, soft and hopeful, it felt like the first warm thing he had touched in years.

And when her fingers brushed his again, slow and intentional this time, every boundary he had built around himself began to tremble.

Right there, in his quiet kitchen, the air shifted. It turned heavy, warm and undeniably forbidden.

And Daniel realized this night was about to go somewhere no employer and maid should ever go… unless they stopped pretending they didn’t want it.

“By the way, why are you still around?” He asked.

She smiled and walked up to a cabinet.
“Your sister told me you would be home very late today, and so I should make sure you have dinner before going to bed,” she opened the cabinet and took out some cans of something.

“Mm,” he nodded, “I have had dinner, but it seems there is something I would like to have for dinner again,” he said.

She swallowed hard, her back to him as she opened the cans she had taken out. Before she could turn to him, she felt his large hands on her chubby waist and that sent shivers down her spine.

“What is that?” She asked. Her voice was low, too low for her boss.

He chuckled.
“You!” He replied.

Before she could say another word, he pushed her to lean forward, on the counter.

“Give me that ass, baby,” he whispered as he began tracing his hands all over her waistline and down to her thighs. Her heartbeat suddenly skyrocketed, beating faster and louder, that she could hear it.

“Mr. Hale, you are my boss,” she managed to say. He raised up her skirt, revealing that plumpy supple ass of hers.

“And that is the sole reason we should be doing this, Mara. I have been starved for too long. Come on, give it a tweak!” He spanked her ass and he licked his lips at the way it swayed.

Mara stayed still, smiling mischievously. Why not? She was enjoying this, every fucking bit of this.

Slowly and deliberately, he pulled down her panties going down on his knees as he did, sniffing her sweet smelling thighs.

“Wow! So supple,” he said in a whisper, admiring the very pink thick pussy before him. It looked so innocent and untouched.

“Uh uh. You love it, Mr. Hale?” She asked as though she had read her mind.

“I more than do, baby,” he said and instantly plastered his face on her pussy, using his tongue to trace every line and length of her fluffy folds. He sucked it hard. She moaned his name, struggling with the buttons of her shirt.

He continued sucking her, pushing his tongue more and more into her pussy, licking and sucking out everything. She moaned, finally undoing the buttons of her shirt and revealing her full perky boobs. They looked so full and very huge. Then she began caressing her breasts and circling her nipples with her fingers, moaning as she did.

“Oh! Mr. Hale, you are damn so good with your tongue,” she whispered and slowly began wriggling her ass sideways, almost burying his face in. That didn't deter him, it even prompted him to deepen the suck.

After about thirty minutes of that pleasure, he got up and with her back still to him, he pushed in his fingers from where he had just removed his tongue and began finger fucking her. Using his other hand, he pulled down his trousers, revealing his cock throbbing out of his very tight boxers. He finger fucked and fucked, and then he began teasing her honeypot with the tip of his cock.

“Ughhhh!” She exclaimed lowly.

“Do you want me inside you?” He asked, grabbing her neck with his right hand.

“Ugh huh,” she replied.

“Then say it.”

“Huh?”

“Say you want me inside you, say it!” He growled, tightening his grip on her neck.

“Yeah, I want you inside me, Mr. Hale, I want you,” she cried.

He grinned, and without warning he slid the cock into her honeypot, and she screamed out at once, her eyes widened in pleasure.

“Mm. Good,” she licked her lips.

“I know right,” he replied as he began thrusting in and out with slow intense moves, not fast, not too fast, just slow, as they both savoured the pleasure. Every stroke was maddening, his cock gliding in and out with just enough pressure to drive her wild, making her body melt into his.

His hands began roaming her body, he reached out for her supple very huge watermelons, as he kneaded them slowly, savoring the way she arched into his touch. His fingers circled her nipples and just then, he quickened his pace, slamming into her with urgent need, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.

“Ughh… ugh… ugh…” she kept on moaning.

At intervals, his hands left her breasts and grabbed her neck, then back at her breasts again, all in a bid to support himself.

Soon after, he suddenly stopped, and roughly turned her to face him. Her eyes were glistening with nothing but pleasure. He brought his head down to her boobs and began sucking at them, tracing every damn flesh with his tongue, from the nipples, and the whole of her mammary gland, and back to the nipples again, sending her screaming and gasping for breath.

When he was done, their lips met in ecstacy, they kissed so passionately, their tongues rolling against each other, exchanging sputum. Then they stopped.

“Suck me!” He ordered.

She smiled broadly and immediately knelt down, as though she had been waiting for that.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock. It was so long, pink and and thick, the veins popped out, standing green, inviting her over for a suck.

She licked her lips.
“Damn! Mr. Hale, you are so big,” she said and began tracing his dick with her tongue. She traced the tip, the cap, and then down to the balls, sucking every of her cum it had gathered. Then she took it out and spat on it, and began sucking again, thrusting it in and out of her mouth. He moaned, holding on to her hair.

She sucked and sucked until she felt him release in her mouth, she laughed as she swallowed all of it.

“Naughty little pumpkin!” He said as he made her lay on the bare floor, her back to it, and then he slammed into her again, sending them both into another round of forbidden pleasure.