More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

Turning her face away, the maid grimaced, rubbing the sore spot on her arm. Going to the kitchen, the maid ran into Anna. Seeing her friend's painful expression, Anna wondered: "What's wrong with your face?" Seeing the girl holding her hand, Anna doubtfully asked: "What's wrong with your hand? Does it hurt?" "It's nothing serious." The maid waved her hand to avoid it: "Don't worry too much. Thank you for taking care of me." "Say." Anna firmly demanded: "If you don't say it, give me your hand."

Her eyes shook with fear as she adjusted her hand within my grip. "I-I apologize, Alpha. I didn't mean to... go there," she stammered, causing a smirk to form on my lips. "No need for explanations. Give me a hand job," I stated bluntly. The other maids gasped in surprise, but my attention remained on the dark-skinned maid in front of me. She lowered her hand into the water and grasped my cock.

Mena "There should be no talking to the Fanuccis, no looking at the Fanuccis, and unless necessary—no breathing near the Fanuccis." With my hands perfectly behind my back, I paid attention to the strict head maid of the huge mansion. "You are here to work!" The woman named Madam Catherina spoke clearly. My eyes wandered to the other newly recruited maids. A small group of ten. None of them looked younger than twenty-four, meaning I had to be the youngest.

Carol chaffed while giving her friends a wink. That moment, Madeline had reached its boiling point. She went towards the intercom mounted on the wall and pushed a button. "Bring five robust men here. Hurry!" Madeline smiled. "Oh! Madeline, you're so sweet. Guys, let's sing a happy birthday to Mad. Come on!" Rhea even uttered with a smirk as she called the remaining eight who were still at the entrance door. But when they were about to clap, the five robust security entered in big strides bowing at Madeline.

As the assistant head maid, she kept giving them different kinds of hard chores. Eve who was still preparing the tea did not even talk, not to talk of interfering, but she was a bit angry that Helen was about to flog a maid even though all of them are equal, whether the head or normal maid, they're just maids to her. Helen raised the rod up and hit her hard on her back, making the girl cry in pain. Liz tried to wriggle out of the maids grip, but they were too strong on her. Hearing the sound of her cry after the second hit, Eve dropped the kettle and looked towards their side. She did not want to step in, but she couldn't lie to the fact that she doesn't want the girl to get beaten by Helen.

I asked Sharon as I watched her struggle with the suitcase. "I sent them away." "Oh, so you didn't know they were the ones who had to do that stuff?" "Why should they when we've got two maids?" She really knew how to press my buttons. "Sharon, I don't want the maids doing things like this. This could cause problems for them in the future. They're women, just like you." "Ethan, you're so shallow." "Look, if you're going to live here, you might as well change that damn attitude of yours. And don't ever think you'll take advantage of those maids, they're not here to make life easier for you."

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."

Pressing her lips together in a silent plea for mercy, she cast a wary glance at Lily, whose eyes brimmed with guilt and fear. With trembling hands, the maid took a hesitant step forward, acutely aware of the consequences of disobeying Francisco's orders. She knew that her own punishment would be swift and severe if she failed to carry out his cruel command. Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, the maid extended her trembling hands and grasped Lily's, her heart pounding with trepidation. Francisco's eyes bore into them with a chilling intensity, his silent expectation weighing heavily upon them both. With a heavy heart, the maid tightened her grip on Lily's hand, steeling herself

" Young master, please stop. Your hand is bleeding,'' one of the maids said as she rushed inside with a first aid kit. She took my bleeding hand and started applying medicine. I just kept staring down at her, her dress was very low cut revealing her breasts. Fuck! Why do maids of this mansion dress so carelessly? I stopped her and dragged her inside my changing room attached to my office room. Throwing her off on the bed , I started unbuttoning my shirt. " Strip," I ordered and that maid obeyed. This was one of the common days in my mansion. I have fucked almost all the young maids who tried to get my attention by wearing revealing clothes. Fun fact: many of them left the job because I showe

I rephrased back her words. "Yes I did but he has a maid. It's different. A maid" She emphasized. I wish it's truely different but seemed more than that and I have caught Peter staring at her before, even the so called Maid. That's why I warned her to limit her closeness with him 'cos it seemed like there's something going or something coming up. Jeez! Now she have the nerves to talk back at me. "You are right mom, it should be different. It should be maid and a mister"