More Hands Maids 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!"

Mac whispering next to her ear: " Where are you, you glamorous, fiery redhead, when you sneak like that in the dead of the night, my sexy maid?" The redhead, trying to evade his grip: Get away from me, you idiot, let go of my hand, you imbecile. You are the servant, you insolent retard. Mac sniffed her neck deeply and whispered: He didn't cry for the first time I saw a maid get angry when she was flirted, I flirt with you here girl, then accept your status as a maid, don't underestimate them, they are what give the place its splendor, how about we have a quick sex here

Tonight was the night of my first date with Mark, and I was being pampered and prepared by the skilled hands of the maids. The process began with a luxurious bath drawn by Martha, one of the most experienced maids in the household. She had a knack for creating the perfect temperature and adding just the right amount of scented oils to the water, turning the simple act of bathing into a decadent experience. As I soaked in the fragrant bubbles, Martha expertly washed and massaged my hair, leaving it silky smooth and shining.

Hearing all the rumors and excitement for the grand wedding around the palace felt surreal as if another girl was getting ready to marry the Duke, not Edwina. “Yes, ma’am. Duke Claiborne has assigned me to be your new handmaid. Myself and several others.” Mrs. Mercy bowed her head once again. Edwina’s vision began to swim. A handmaid? And several others? She didn’t need an entourage. What would she even use a handmaid for? Handmaids were for noblewomen who didn’t know how to use their own hands to dress themselves!

The other maids began to approach me slowly, and it was only then I noticed it was five, not four maids. I moved backwards, until I hit the bed and reluctantly sat down on it. The maids hovered over me, some of them stretching out their hands to grab me. They grabbed my hand and pinned me down to the bed, and I tried to struggle. Their strength threw me off guard and I couldn’t move, no matter how I tried to. With the loud music booming through the room, I watched, helpless as one maid picked up the bowl of porridge and began to shove it into my mouth. She poured it bit on my neck, dress, and I hot food burned my skin.

Who chopped these salads? Shouted Magdalena the oldest maid of the Johnson family. Its not me.. It's not me either. The two maids denied right away.Magadalena's face twisted with anger. It must be that Rim then. I wonder what l have to do for that girl to do things right. What kind of a girl is she? . How can one fail to chop tomatoes well.See how all salaads look like they are being chopped for animals. Oh God give me patience. Give me patience to deal with this girl.

The dildo in which she had brought, she wrapped it around her waste as the dildo was teasing with the entrance of the maids vagina. My precum had stained, I couldn't wait for her to finish the foreplay with her maid and come back to me. I really needed to remove the handcuff that was in my hands. The moan of the maid brought me out of my reverie as I saw Claire fucking her maid. After a while she came to where I was and whispered to my ears. "Like what you see??" I couldn't answer as I looked at the breasts which dangled at my front. She released me of the handcuffs as I breath a huge sigh of relief, I wanted no time in sucking the two breasts as she moaned.

Were the maids also trained like the guards? Mesmerized, I found myself getting lost in her eyes. Miles wasn't kidding when he mentioned his peculiar taste in selecting his staff. Just like the guards, these maids seemed handpicked. Instead of the usual assortment of maids with varying body sizes, they looked more like models. All were dressed in black fitted dresses that stopped below their knees, black flats, and brunette hair slicked back into a bun. They almost resembled quadruplets, with the same facial structure, slim yet curvy bodies, and tall stature. I couldn't help but think they would fare better in a modeling career than working for Miles.

he said, The maids were hesitant, but he stood up and make It up to them, and he touch one of them slide his hands Into her bra while the other hand In the other girl pant, and when he helg the boobs, and fingers the other one, and he realized that there was no reaction from the,

I shook my head to clear the strange dirty thoughts but her voice quickened the process. "Shouldn't you be working, maid?". She asked with narrowed eyes, drawing out the *maid* as if to remind me of my status. Without replying to her, I retreated to the kitchen. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs with giggling sounds. Must be the girlfriend. I concluded.