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Note: Carina will be referred to as a 'he' from this moment on.

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Layla was done eating and sat on the bed with her legs crossed on each other. Carina walked in, looking guilty, with his hands behind his back and eyes on the ground as if it contained something riveting.

Layla beamed upon seeing the male maid. Her eyes went to the skirt he was wearing, and she was amazed at how he was able to disguise himself and look feminine. One who didn't know would think Carina was just a flat-chested female. She remembered how he'd fucked Maria in the bush and swallowed her lump.

Then, the lewd scene of him connected in Liana's quim in the kitchen also surfaced in her head, and her heart bubbled with joy. Without a doubt, this male before her would be so much better than her gormless husband.

"Eyes on me," She snapped, and Carina inhaled deeply before raising his head.

After blinking with an innocent expression, he sniffed and then started rubbing his thumbs together. "Ma'am, please don't reveal my secret. I'm going to be more careful from now on. You will never catch me doing that again."

Layla laughed softly and gestured with her hand to show she didn't care, causing Carina to raise her eyebrows in astonishment.

"What's your real name?" she questioned.

"Carle," he divulged, "Carle Vendson,"

"Back then, you said you were 20 years old. How old are you really?" Layla interrogated.

"Can I not comment on that?" he requested, biting his lower lip.

"You already told me your true name... Or was that a lie?" she arched a brow in askance.

The 'maid' shook his head. "That's my real name. And no, I don't have a criminal record. I...I'm 29 years old."

"So, why are you, a man, disguising yourself as a maid in my household? Was it to fuck all the maids here?"

"I... Not really."

"Oh?" Layla raised a brow questioningly, "Really?"

Carle immediately knelt down, "I had no such intention. You see, I'm an orphan and I owe a lot of debt, being chased by creditors day and night. I worked three jobs, but the debts just kept increasing. Half of these debts were owed by my late drunk of a father, who also loved gambling. He even used my freedom to gamble one time, but the person thought I was useless and wanted only money.

I sold a lot of things I owned, even my bike, just to pay the debts, but it was like a tiny pebble in the ocean. That's when I saw that there was a recruitment for maids in this place. The idea of becoming one for a short time crossed my mind, and I decided to try it out, especially after knowing the pay. I didn't expect to get caught peeing standing up by Maria. In exchange for her silence, I agreed to service her quim whenever she wanted. Liana also accidentally discovered my secret not long after I began my escapades with Maria. So, to shut her up, I decided to get between her legs too. I really needed the money and a safe place from the creditors who were threatening to kill me. I didn't want to lose this opportunity, that's why. I'm really sorry,"

"It's alright, I forgive you. You already promised not to do such a thing in my house ever again, didn't you?"

Carle nodded energetically.

"Alright then, you can stand up,"

"T-thank you. Thank you so much," Carle said with a grateful look as he got back on his feet. "Ma'am, is there anything you need me to do for you?"

"Of course. Return these plates and get me strawberries."

"Yes, Madam,"

Carle quickly obeyed and returned with what his boss had demanded. He carefully set it before her and asked her to enjoy.

"You want some?" Layla offered with a grin.

"No, not really," Carle shook his head, "But thank you for the offer still."

"Come," Layla ordered with a smile on her face.

"What?" Carle asked with a befuddled look plastered on his face.

"Just come. Don't make me ask thrice."

Carle's breaths were deep and deliberate, his anxiety mounting as he contemplated the impending situation, causing him to pause and collect himself before approaching her.

"Lift your skirt," was Layla's command.

"Madam!" Carle whispered-hollered, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

Layla rolled her eyes; she understood how shocked Carle must have been and adjusted her posture on the bed. "Just lift it."

Not knowing what to do, Carle trembled as he lifted his skirt.

"Fuck," Layla yelled, jerking up on the bed. The maid's big bulge stared at her under the thong he hid it with.

She swallowed her saliva and licked her lips, and exhaled, she was already wet down in her pussy just staring at his bulge alone. She licked her lips again before falling to her knees and crawling to him.

"W-what are you doing?" he stuttered, moving back. He blinked his eyes, feeling a sense of shock over seeing his boss on the floor.

Layla glanced at him with lust-filled eyes and smirked, "Watch me." She winked.

She tugged down the thong and gasped shockingly at seeing the huge dick. This was exactly what she wanted all her life.

She rubbed her hand all over the maid's length, and Carle gasped, making her smile. "You have such a beautiful cock." She giggled, stroking his length up and down.

"Thank you," Carle muttered with his eyes closed as he enjoyed how his boss' hands ran down his happy length.

"You did a good job hiding such a perfect cock from me, Carle dear," Layla gave his cock a peck, which made him grunt alluringly.

His grunt boosted his madam's morale, and she smiled before wrapping her mouth around the cock's head. She moaned, enjoying the feeling of a good cock for the first time in her life.

"Are you sure you want this?" Carle voiced out.

Layla glanced at him with lust-filled eyes, "More than anything." She replied hungrily.

Her stomach bubbled with excitement, and goosebumps were all over her skin as she grabbed Carle's cock in her hand and gave it one long lick.

In response, he gave out a sharp grunt, and Layla smiled, knowing she still got this; she had watched too many sex scenes not to be perfect.

Layla's mouth closed around her maid's dick, bobbing up and down with excitement roaring through her.

Her hands worked in partnership with her mouth, and she sucked and gently bit the head before circling it with her tongue. Carle tugged at her hair and grunted loudly.

Layla's lips curved into a smile as she played with her maid's nuts, gently twisting and licking them.

Carle's hand tightened against her hair as he exhaled heavily. "Can I?"

Not knowing what he meant by that, Layla didn't bother to ask as she screamed yes.

Immediately, he fisted her hair in his hand tightly and plunged the tasty dick into her mouth. Layla choked as his length hit her throat.

Tears streamed down her face as she kept her mouth in position, feeling Carle's grip on her hair tighten as he started thrusting into her mouth.

However, he reduced his pace on seeing her tears and even wanted to pull out, but to his surprise, Layla grabbed his cock and pushed it deep into her mouth, licking and sucking at a time.

Pain and enjoyment modified into one that she increased her pace, whipping her tongue over his length before sucking the head.

The hot man in a maid's outfit grunted sexily, his head tilted back with eyes closed. With a long, good swipe of his madam's tongue on his length, he released everything in her mouth.

He then snapped his eyes open and grabbed Layla from the floor before putting her on the bed.

Layla's heart pounded excitedly, waiting impatiently for some exciting action. Being starved of sweet sex for so long, and this was finally happening, she swallowed her saliva when the maid yanked her clothes away.

"Fuck," Carle muttered, licking his lips upon seeing her dripping pink pussy.

"Fuck me," Layla demanded, and he smirked. "Your wish is my command, ma'am."

He thrust into her in one g,o and a loud shout escaped from Layla with her eyes rolling backwards.

He halted in her, making her adjust to his length before continuing. Seconds later, he pushed further into her, and Layla's moan filled the room with her toes curling against the bed.

And his grin grew as he saw how much she was enjoying herself. Then instead of thrusting as she anticipated, he was just staring at her as if a treasure was within her eyes. But that wasn't what Layla wanted.

The fat dick was finally in her, just as she dreamed, just as she'd wanted. So why was it not performing the exciting action?

"Please," Layla begged with tear-filled eyes, and the maid smirked.

Lifting her hips, he repositioned inside her and pushed in completely, prompting her to sway back and forth before ramping up his pace.

She experienced a widening sensation in her intimate region as she arched her back to reach him fervently. "Fuck." A low husky voice left his mouth when her pussy clamped against his cock.

The maid increased his pace, fucking hard till his boss had no choice but to weakly unclamped herself. Layla screamed whenever the maid hit her G-spot severally.

Until they got closer and nearer and higher to their apex.

Layla cried as her stomach clenched, her toes curled against the bed as she pinched the bed against her side, and with a last thrust from Carle, Layla lost it, and trembled as she released with a scream.