As the door opened, Polly's heart skipped a beat. Her boss, Dorinha, stood there, arms crossed over her ample chest, a stern look on her face. Polly quickly tried to compose herself, hoping her cheeks didn't betray her embarrassment. She'd been caught red-handed, touching her employer's personal belongings. Dorinha was a notoriously private person and finding Polly with her stockings in her hands was not going to sit well with her.
"I... I'm sorry, ma'am," Polly stammered, her eyes darting between Dorinha's stern gaze and the delicate lacy fabric in her hands. "I didn't mean any harm."
Dorinha narrowed her eyes, considering the situation. After a long moment of silence, she spoke in a low, commanding voice. "You like my stockings, don't you, Polly?"
Polly's face flushed even redder. It was true; she did have a secret fascination with her employer's lingerie. It was so delicate and feminine, a far cry from her own plain uniform. "Yes, ma'am," she whispered, bowing her head in shame. "I'm sorry."
Dorinha paused before speaking again, her tone softening. "I have an idea. As punishment, you can show me how much you appreciate my stockings."
Polly's heart raced with anticipation and fear as she looked up at her boss. "What do you mean, ma'am?"
Dorinha took a step closer, her scent of expensive perfume filling the air. "You can show me how much you like them by showing me how good you are with your mouth."
Polly swallowed hard as she understood what Dorinha was implying. It was an unusual punishment, but she wasn't about to argue. She'd do anything to keep her job after all.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied, kneeling on the floor.
Dorinha sat down on a chair, crossing her long legs and unfolding them gently. With a sigh of relief, Polly reached for the stockinged foot and carefully slid it into her mouth. As her warm tongue began to trace the lines of the lace, Dorinha's toes curled in pleasure. Polly couldn't believe what she was doing, but the sensation was strangely arousing. She sucked harder, determined to please her employer.
"That's it, Polly," Dorinha purred, her voice low and seductive. "Now the other foot."
Polly moved around to Dorinha's other foot, repeating the process with equal care and attention. Dorinha moaned softly as she felt the young maid's hot breath against her skin. It was exhilarating, knowing she had this kind of control over Polly.
As the maid began to work her way up to the older woman's toes, Dorinha couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. She watched as Polly's cheeks hollowed out with each gentle suck, revealing a hint of her neck. She allowed herself a small smile, deciding to take things further.
"Good girl," she praised, before pushing her dirty, sweaty sandal into Polly's waiting mouth. The smell was pungent and unpleasant, but Polly pushed through it, focusing on the task at hand. She sucked hard on the toe, using her tongue to clean away the dirt and grime, her nose wrinkling at the strong odor.
Dorinha watched in silence as Polly worked diligently, her breathing becoming ragged. Eventually, she removed the sandal and stood up, stepping out of her stockings. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice hoarse.
Polly looked up at her employer, eyes shining with a combination of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you, ma'am," she murmured, still caught up in the erotic haze that had enveloped her.
Dorinha smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "You're welcome, Polly. But remember, this isn't over."
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