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Sure, the strange glances from the few regular maids and employees in the manor's sprawling hallways concerned her.
After all, her appearance was utterly disheveled—completely in disarray.
She was normally the most organized and composed among them, and she took pride in that.
But even with her pride bruised in the moment, the other feeling gnawing at her...
Was far worse.
Rather, instead of a single emotion, it felt like an amalgamation—building inside her, threatening to spill out if she dwelled on it any longer.
In fact, it already was. She lowered her head as tears ran down her cheeks.
And she couldn't help but dwell on it anyway.
Putting one blurry-looking foot in front of the other, not caring where she ended up—her mind too preoccupied with what had just occurred—she found herself in one of the maids' private restrooms.
Her body had carried her there on its own. She sought out this place before, in moments when she needed a break... or when she'd been too tired to pretend she didn't.
This job, despite how much she'd grown to love it, wasn't easy.
Tending to a baron's son without rest was exhausting.
Especially in his younger years...
But as he grew, he needed her help less and less—and truthfully, she didn't like that feeling.
She didn't even fully know it herself, but she actively yearned for affection. To be needed.
To be the target of someone's love.
And so, when she was so easily dismissed in such an intimate moment—after mentally preparing herself to abandon everything else for him...
She was devastated.
Sad.
Angry.
Frustrated.
Lost.
Confused.
Wet...
So, so wet. Even still.
Closing and locking the door behind her, the maid began to fully undress with haste.
Sniffling quietly, she folded her clothes roughly and tossed them on a wooden drawer.
With tears streaming down her face, she approached the sink and sat atop the luxurious, pristine counter-top.
Then, spreading her legs wide, she plunged deep inside herself with two fingers.
"MMpmmMmppHH~ AhhHHh~ Young MasteRRR~"
Mya was a complete mess.
'Why am I doing this... What's gotten into me! He's my Young Master, for godssake! Not only did I almost have... sex... with him, I even felt wronged when we didn't!'
Her body writhed, betraying her.
"AhHhhH! MMmmmMPPhH~ Fuck me baby, rIgGhhtTt thErRReeE~!"
She sped up her pace.
'I look like a total slut. It's as if I'm begging for more to the point of crying! So undignified...'
Mya put her other hand over her mouth to suppress her moans.
'But... I just can't stop!'
The horny, crazed woman pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom was a forty-five year old. It had been years since her husband had last touched her.
Or even tried to tease her provocatively.
Quite frankly, she'd thought she lost the ability to get horny or feel pleasure.
By comparison, that time had often been filled with sadness, frustration, anger—so many things. She had grown used to them. So, it was no surprise that this new feeling won out...
Causing her to messily play with her pussy as she continued to sob in disappointment.
The absence of anything sexy in her life was just that strong.
But with Stiletto, something changed. A new spark lit intensely inside her.
A hunger.
A deep, unrelenting thirst.
She hadn't even felt this way toward her husband, not even when they conceived their daughter.
Was it because she felt a true love toward Stiletto?
Or was it because he felt familial? Even more so than her own family at times?
Would that make her a pervert?
'Fuck, I don't even care! This feels too fucking good!'
Mya never cursed out loud. Her husband had always insisted she be as proper as possible, so their daughter would have a good example.
Before her husband entered her life, she'd actually been far wilder than she let on...
And now, it felt as though Stiletto was pulling her back toward that self—her truest one, with all the masks torn away.
Her large tits bounced up and down from the force of her own digging as she continued on.
"AaaaHHHhhh~ Holy SHIT!"
Fervent wet squelching filled the room, as the temperature seemed to rise.
'Mmmmmm~ Young Master~ You were so fucking cute back there, cursing and moaning like that because of my mouth~'
She kept moaning.
'Come to think of it... hearing Young Master curse then was a first... hehe~ So adorable.'
Her hips buckled.
'His cum... tasted so good~ Mmmmm~ fuckkkk'
She jolted her head back, lashing her tongue out to the side as she gasped for air—continuing to punish her hole.
"AhhhhHH~ YES! Sooo gOoooD, Sti—"
'Oh fuck, I almost called him by his actual name...'
In all of Stiletto's eighteen years of life, Mya had never once addressed him without his title.
Not only was it completely inappropriate, but she'd also made it her duty to treat him with the utmost respect and regard.
However... that was when she saw him only as 'Young Master.' A boy she looked after.
But after what happened today...
She saw him as a man.
There was no other way around it.
Still, despite how tangled her feelings were—and despite her current state, and the fact that she wasn't exactly happy with him—she felt that speaking his real name aloud even once would shatter the last fragile boundary separating servant from master.
And she wouldn't be able to hold back.
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm so fucking close!'
"MMmmmPPhh~ AaAAhhHHHhh~ Yes, Yesss, YES! Harder!"
Bringing her head back down, she focused intently as she moved the hand on her mouth to her hard, protruding nipples.
Kneading them erratically, she tried her best to stay as quiet as possible.
To no avail.
'Honestly, I don't care anymore.'
"That's it, big boy~! AHHHhhhHH~ I'm so close! Cum—ugGH inside mMmeeE, okayyy~?"
Mya hit a perfect spot inside her.
"AHH!! S— OH FUCKkkKKK! Sti—mmMMmmPHHpp—"
'Fuck it.'
"STILETTOoooOOOOoOOOuHhh~"
Alone in one of the maids' private restrooms...
The beautiful, wild, and horny maid, Mya, squirted all over the walls for the first time.
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