Gay Maid Novels & Stories

It seems like I'll be needing a new maid That was my maid who just quit her job And i only gave her that bonus because she has been with me for a long time And she has been loyal. You might be wondering why a wealthy man like me would have only one maid for a mansion as big as mine Well i don't want too much females around me, they make me sick So i hire housekeepers who are all males, they take care of the house While my maid takes care of all the cooking in the house ****************************** ************* Caleb my maid just quit her job so i want you to put out a poster for the job okay ''Okay sir''

She gulped loud at this sudden close interaction and peeped at Damon from the corner of her eyes in search of rescue. He held her chin in his powerful grip and jerked her to the face as he was showering a meteor with his eyes. The thought of her asking to refuse him fueled his anger. At the end, she was his property. Ashley flickered his eyelids, trying hard not to let her sob out loud, but the gathered wetness in her betrayed her. “You are to go to the Rhythm club fire at Natchez, Mississippi, as a prostitute.” Her skin turned pale at his words. She couldn’t understand what he wanted from her and what was the motive behind his decision to make her maid in that crowd of gorgeous girls?

Gaia was shocked when thick digits entered her still spasming pussy, rubbing the already bared nerve endings. “Dargan!” She exclaimed, sensing through their bond that her mates needed her to be with them. But she wasn’t sure she could do it. Her clit already throbbed and her back arched, when his thumb stroked her sensitive nub. “I’m-I’m too sensitive!” “You can take it,” Ashley instructed, and just like that, Gaia was helpless against the pleasure that her mates gave her. This was what she needed! To be dominated, yet loved and respected.

I smiled. The conversation kept going. Slowly. Casually. She told me about a girl’s sketchpad getting ruined. About a professor mispronouncing her name. I sent her a voice note as a joke. Her reply made me laugh out loud. Just once. Quietly. Still, Lydia looked up from her tablet like she’d seen a ghost. It was strange. Men like me didn’t text like this. But men like me weren’t supposed to be watching cam girls either. Or thinking about Jonathan’s daughter.

Maybe there is something so possessing in being a cam girl, because barely an hour ago Braide was balls deep in me making my legs shake from pleasure. Heck, his cum is still dripping down my thighs and now, I want Dmitry too. I slide one hand down his chest, reaching for his trousers, in one swift move I pop it open. Tugging the zipper down. He groans right into mouth, pressing his hard length against my stomach. I feel insatiable. So darn insatiable. He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. Voice thick. “Fuck, Gia. We can't do this here, the cameras.”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

She couldn’t dare to look him in the face without his permission. “Alpha Kai.” Tegan spoke and walked over to the table he was seated behind. The girl shyly followed with her head still bowed down. “I got the girl you asked for. Her name is Gisele and she has been in the brothel for over a year now. She is experienced enough to teach Reign how to please you in bed.” Tegan announced confidently. Alpha Kai leaned on his office chair and rolled it from side to side, his eyes hovering over the other girl standing in frontier of him. She was dressed in a fitting gown that printed out her slender figure which he found to be sexy. He couldn’t see her face because she had her head bowed down and her

I had my pre-typed out grindr and sniffies description: Sleeping slut for use: Bottom looking to be used unconscious. Staying at the ******* hotel, room 214, door will be open all night. Taking sleeping pills. Looking for guys to use me, kinks welcum, minus scat. Recording session so wear a mask and leave an email address on the table if you would like a copy. After use, leave a tally. Mark on my ass so I know how many I had through the night. Have fun guys! 😈

So this platform also helps me reduce crimes, at least or so I hope. I feel like I could pretend to be younger than actual young girls getting ogled by old men and perverts. Not to mention, I am no saint. I love the attention and how everyone loses their money on me, even though they are probably poor themselves. I was holding both of my legs tightly, as they pointed to the ceiling and pressed hard against my big boobs. Now this was a cute starting position, till most of my men started joining the web chat. My panties-covered pussy was directed at the camera setup in front of me, as my pink Lush-3 lovense toy was peeking out of my panties as all my men started to gather and some even began

Jackie said and pulled back the covers on the bed. “What about this one?” Gabriella said as she held up a short, red satin nightie. “That’s nice, but I think we should pack this one,” Jodi said and held up a purple and black bustier. “We’ll throw in a couple of thigh highs and garters. He’ll love that.” “The bustier is part of my wardrobe for special orgy nights,” Jackie said. “Sometimes, I think you have a split personality disorder,” Jodi said. “Jackie Garvey, the professional intellectual, and Jackie Garvey, the Madam of the Orgy Bar are one in the same. It’s time for you to accept that.”