Housemaid Stories Novels & Stories

Mark watched inches away as he released rope after rope pumped into his wife’s womb, the moment Chinedu pulled out, Mark crawled to him, dildo still lodged in his ass. He looked up at Chinedu with a bright, broken smile, impaling himself harder on the dildo as he spoke loudly. “Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.”

One of the maids from the main house overheard her and suddenly stepped forward, slapping the nurse hard across the face. “Who do you think you are, talking like that?” the maid snarled. “We only listen to Madam. That homewrecker in the wheelchair doesn’t deserve anything! She’s just a cheap slut trying to steal Mr. Hale from Madam. She should be grateful we even let her stay here instead of throwing her back to the streets where she belongs!”

Rissa asked several questions to herself and cried, After crying for some minute, She got up and wiped her tears, She continued mopping the floor ⬜THE BROWNS PARADISE The maids were seen walking around the gigantic mansion which people named the BROWN PARADISE, because of how big, beautiful and peaceful it looks from the outside, But in the real world, peace is far away from them, "Get back here woman, am not yet done with you." Mr Brown shouted at his wife, "What do you have to say to me, or do you think am scared of you, there is nothing to be scared of in. Womanizer like you, and an old irresponsible man like you" Mrs Elizabeth replied

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

He consoled. Sia sat by her som's best side and read him a bedtime story. It was titled “The goose girl at the well." She read; There was once upon a time, a very old woman, who lived with her flock of geese in a waste place among the mountains, and there had a little house. The waste was surrounded by a large forest, and every morning the Old Woman took her crutch and hobbled into it.

Dominic answered Fair! “But she’s your maid. Do you allow her to clean your room?” Hale interrogated “Yes, I do.” “Really? I literally let my maid clean just the living room, the office, the dining room, the kitchen and like the bathrooms but I would never allow her to touch my bedroom until she has earned it.” Hale answered. I did not understand why Hale also didn’t allow people to clean his bedroom. Now, I was curious and I wanted to know what people kept in their bedrooms.

" She straightened her spine, arrogance burning in her eyes. My father still kept his voice steady, though surprise was obvious in his face. "Don't get too proud. That's only the first match. "You still have two more. Nothing is settled yet." Sophie lifted her chin with a winner's smile. "Just watch. I'll hit the next two too." Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles.

On the left was an alluring bathroom, already filled with hot water and thick foam, the smell of oranges, my favorite, filled the entire space. A big chimney with a crackling fire and simple yet elegant furniture made it feel like home. Large, panoramic windows, showed a view over a small lake where lived a few naiads. Some pixies hid beneath the flowers. Not the best neighbors if you ask me. Marvelous yet evil creatures. It seemed they felt comfortable around the mansion. “Until they don’t cause troubles I let them around.” I jumped at the sudden approximate of his voice. The feeling of his chuckle in my ear made them twitch.