Sonia maneuvered about the mansion as she always did, taking care of the normal messes, making dinner for the Mrs. and her daughter, and something else for Mr. Oscar, if he was ever actually around. But the past few days had been a bit different, whenever she came by, Mrs. Nina was usually looking to chat or would compliment her on her hair or talk a bit of politics. But this new pool boy seemed to be the only thing holding their attention. Sonia had happened upon Mrs. Nina and miss Audrey multiple times just staring out the back windows, watching him clean the pool or mow the lawn. They would always jump as soon as they realized she was watching.
She wasn't sure what these posh Americans were such prudes about. Ogling the big, hunky farm boys was a good way to spend an afternoon back in Siberia.
Until a week had passed and Mrs. Nina asked Sonia to get her nephew's laundry from the pool house.
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After handling his chores that morning and relaxing in the pool for awhile, Nathan put in a little bit more sweat on the bench he had set up. It had only been a week or so since he had started lifting again had already caught up to his old limit.
Nathan finished a set of reps and reached for his towel and sat up, he heard a muttered "bozhe moi" across the room. He lowered the towel to see a tall, pale woman standing at the other end of the living room holding a laundry basket.
"Oh, uh... hello," Nathan tried to compose himself. He was finding himself shirtless around women quite often recently. "I'm Nathan."
"Hello, Nathan," she greeted. She had a bit of an accent, but Nathan was paying more attention to her beautiful face. Her pale features contorted in a puzzled manner, her pointed nose tilted up a little as she arched a contoured eyebrow. Her icy blue eyes didn't seem to be making eye contact with him. "I'm Sonia, I help for Mrs. Nina." Her icy gaze never left Nathan's sweaty chest.
"Oh, cool, um," Nathan wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. Maids were weird, like as a concept. But it was even weirder that this maid looked only a few years older than him. Weren't maids supposed to be, like, ancient? And, uh, not super-model-pretty?
"You don't have to do that. Like, the uh, my laundry. I'm just, we can, uh. You don't work for me?"
Sonia smiled, devilishly. "Good," she declared, dropping the basket of Nathan's laundry. "It would be weird to fuck employer." And with a single motion, she began stepping toward him and removing her top.
"Yeah that's- wait wha-!?" Nathan tried to start but Sonia had already reached him, pulling his face down by the scruff of his neck to meet her lips with his. Beneath her top had been no bra, her small breasts were freely grinding up against Nathan's chest. "Mm, mmph!" Nathan attempted, but Sonia's tongue exploring his mouth offered an intriguing counter proposal. 'Hot lady kiss, why bad?' It was sound reasoning. He reached down to try to squeeze her firm butt, but she just as quickly slapped his hands away.
"Shush, farm boy. Let me work or you ruin it," she commanded. Her voice was domineering and husky. She traced her hands down Nathan's glistening chest before reaching his shorts and yanking them down to the ground in one fluid motion. "Blyad..." was all that came out of her mouth.
Nathan was afraid something like this might happen. Well, not with his aunt's maid, this was SUPER weird. He had feared that the growth his dick had been experiencing over the past couple days might freak girls out. It was certainly freaking him out.
"Sorry, it's so... I didn't mean to ruin your-"
"Shush!" she commanded, gripping his thickened cock tightly with her small hand, "Sonia has seen plenty of farm boy cock she just..." Sonia leaned in to gently kiss the pulsing head, "...she hasn't had any in quite some time." Emphasizing her point as she dropped her baggy sweatpants. "On your back."
Nathan couldn't even begin to speak before she had already pushed him into his workout bench. All the leg strength from swimming but his weak knees made sure he was still a pushover as Sonia mounted him, jerking his cock around like an arcade joystick.
"Wait, Sonia, this 'farm boy' is a virg-OH!"
"Oh!" They both gasped in unison, Nathan from his first time feeling a woman take him and Sonia from the realization that Nathan might be a bit bigger than those farm boys, actually. Her hips felt no such hesitation, after a moment to acclimate to his size, her body began bouncing on the girthy cock in earnest. Her legs, wrapped around her new boy toy barely touched the ground, but she had just enough leverage to continue her efforts.
"Fuck. Yes. Farm boy," Sonia panted out, losing herself to the pleasure, "it has been years since I have dick this good."
"I'm. From. Philly!?" Nathan sort of yelped his words out, his body overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, almost like when he first touched his new dick the week before. "W-wait, Sonia. I'm. Gonna... oooohhhh~"
Sonia felt the pole inside her twitch, "oh no you don't farm boy," she asserted in an attempt to dismount the impending eruption, but as she pressed her hands down into Nathan's chest and leg to pull herself off, the collection of their sweat caused her to slip, dropping her own final time onto his dick, urging his swollen balls to release immediately. "Fuck fuck fuck fu-!" A forceful wave of viscous fluid gushed into Sonia, within a moment it triggered a powerful orgasm, leaving her shuddering prostrate atop Nathan.
The pair lay there for several minutes, Sonia trying to process how she had cum so easily, she was so used to being in control of big lugs like this. She felt Nathan's hands caress the lower curves of her body, her impulses told her to stop him. She took pleasure, she doled out pleasure as she chose, but her body was sluggish, very willing to just let his hands roam across her body.
"Th-that was, wow, So-" Nathan tried before Sonia locked lips with him again, feeling around his mouth.
"I like you, farm boy. So let me tell you this," Sonia sat up, beginning to peel herself off of her lover. "You shut your stupid mouth, let body talk for you." She released a tiny moan as Nathan's cock popped out of her pussy, thick cum slowly oozing out, "because this," Sonia slapped Nathan's deflating penis causing him to wince, "is fucking poetry." She placed an exclamation to her point as she swiftly ran her mouth up his softening shaft, licking up his cum in the process, before pausing at the tip and squeezing what more cum she could find left inside.
"G-gotcha..." Nathan wheezed as he passed out on the bench, his last sight being Sonia returning to her work clothes and rolling her hips as she strutted out the door.
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