Lesbian Maid Novels & Stories

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

He made ordered all maids to stay in the hall while fucking her constantly making her cum six times over his dick, even though he was treating her nice and sweet in front of the all maids making them jealous. All maids are shocked when he goes down on her, sucking and licking her intimate parts, breaking all the rules he had made for his slaves. All the maid had understood what her place was in his life after watching him go down on her sucking her and drinking her liquid with great interest. Their whole day went in just fucking each other as both of them missed each other.

“Hi, I'm this house's new Madam. It's nice to meet you.” “M-Madam?” The maid's expression paled. Not only did she look confused, but she also appeared worried. “Mr. Nash, have you truly divorced Mrs. Nash?” “Sadly…” Leah responded. “I’ll be the new Mrs. Nash. Take good care of me, okay?” But the maid didn't answer. She stared at Liam as if he was the greatest villain in history. Then she broke into sobs and ran off. “How sweet.” Leah giggled. “I think she's shedding happy tears.”

Isis sat still as silence brewes between she and madam Louisiana who were ledt behind by Omarion whom had gone to take a quick shower. Madam Louisiana tried her best not to stare at Isis directly as the young lady felt uncomfortable already. Isis curled her toes as she rubbed her elbows gently. " Let me fix something for Omarion. Although, I will have to firce him to eat" Madam Louisiana said. Isis nodded her head as the old lady jerked off. There was something Isis had noticed, Madam Louisiana did bot only care about Omarion as his maid. There was no formal introduction of the old lady to Isis but she had a guy feeling that she knew something concerning his past.

A young maid came into the room, singing at the top of her voice. Chanda got to her feet. “Time for what, Mariam?” Mariam was the new maid that Leia had assigned to her. She was a young teen with a bubbly energy that always amused Chanda. “Time to show the world, the beauty that is the Goda Pack’s Luna.” “Very funny.” Chanda smiled at Mariam and sat back on her bed. “See, I told you. Your smile is really pretty.” Mariam pouted. “Maybe if the Alpha went to bed every night looking at your face, he might actually wake up in a good mood for once. Who knows? he might even fall in love.” Mariam joked.

"Did you think I wouldn't know the squelching sound of sweet moisture pouring between your thighs?" The Head Maid hung her head deeply in shame at having her tail stepped on, and in fear of being drawn and quartered in the patriarchal compound right then and there. Trembling, she confessed in a raspy, trailing voice. "Oh dear... I-I have committed an illicit sin. Even if you gouge out my eyes, I have no excuse." "But... this lowly woman swore I never knew a human body could have such a terrifyingly imposing thing." "I thought my liver would drop out worrying My Lady's mouth would tear..."

The mention of Elizabeth being a maid surprises Lara, and she takes a small sip of her drink, watching the wine swirl in her glass. She directs her attention back to Tristan, her tone filled with intrigue as she speaks, "Huh, and here I was wondering if she is a model or something... I would never expect Dominic to be this low... escorting a maid?" Tristan turns to look at her, his gaze sharp, before he slowly realizes that Lara might have a point. The realization hits Tristan that he has become engaged to a maid, a reality he had never envisioned for himself. The weight of the situation settles upon him, and he finds himself grateful that no one else knows about their engagement.

Both women turned toward the sound from the top of the stairs. Isis appeared - elegant, poised, and all authority. A woman in her fifties whose reputation filled Upland like a shadow. Widow of the former Judge, and second only to the king in wealth, her smirk was ice wrapped in silk. "You shouldn't teach my prospective maid to gossip," Isis said coolly, fixing a sharp gaze on Cressida. Cressida gave Amber a final, pitiful look. "Be strong," she murmured, then faced Isis. "I'm leaving."

Bella took an excuse and she exit. Monica sat down happily, feeling satisfied. "Get back to your senses Monica, she is our classmate, your age mate" "So? What matters is that she's just an housemaid. She probably cooked the food you're eating, probably washed your clothes too and mopped everywhere. She is just a freaking maid" " She is and she's not, she would be attending our school tomorrow " "What?" She exclaimed. "I mean why?" "Maybe you should learn how to stop looking down on someone. Oh just because I said she's a maid, you thought all she ought to do every now and then is the domestic house chores? You least expected her to attend our school of all schools?"

I just hoped the woman is still alive,so we can trace and ask her more about this document. I flipped through all the remaining pages,hoping we could see the name of the woman that needed the surgery but there was none. “ There's something this maid told me that I actually find intriguing “ Granny said to Ava and I,when she saw that we were done reading the document. That made Ava and I to immediately look up at them.This maid seemed to be really close to Late Mrs Lucia. “ Tell them what you told me just now when I asked you to tell me all you know about Late Mrs Lucia “ Granny instructed the maid.