More Hands Maids Novels & Stories

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

“The house isn’t hard to clean because there are machines to help. The bedsheets, pillowcases, and curtains need to be changed every month. Don’t worry about the garden or the pool outside—there’s someone hired to take care of them. Your job is just to manage the house and take care of our employers.” “Yes, Ma. You said they’re all men? Are they handsome?” She smacked me on the head. “Don’t you dare flirt with them! Remember, you’re just a maid here.” I pouted. “That’s harsh, Ma. I was just asking! Besides, I know my place. Do you really think they’d be interested in me?” She gave me a sharp look, and I grinned innocently. “You’re beautiful and kind, my child. I just don’t want you to get hu

“Hands on the tiles. Ass out. Don’t make me tell you twice.” Water cascaded over both of them as Jax yanked his own shorts down, freeing his cock. It slapped heavily against Alex’s ass cheek, already rock-hard again. The quarterback soaped up his hands generously with the dispenser on the wall, then ran them over Alex’s body—rough, possessive strokes that cleaned nothing and claimed everything. Big palms squeezed his slim waist, slid down to knead his ass cheeks, spreading them wide under the spray. “Look at this mess,” Jax murmured, thumb circling the puffy, cum-leaking rim. “My load still dripping out. Good. Means you’re marked.”

I stammered as my eyes widened. "Shut up," he hissed at me. From my waist, his hands went up to my head and caressed my face then moved down my sides until his hands reached my hips. I couldn't stand it anymore so I pushed him hard. He lay down on the bed but did not try to get up. "Get out of my house right now. I will not accept a thin and ugly maid like you. So leave now if you don't want my men to drag you out."

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and other things. I put on my outfit, and I head to the kitchen. Oh, I am telling you my story but I forgot to introduce myself, how rude. So anyway, my name is Ilayda, I'm a maid, I've been working as a housemaid for 3 years now and I'm 20 years old. I am working for The Elfonso family they are good people, weird but they treat me well, I guess? Nevertheless, I think it is all I need. I am working for Mr. and Mrs. Elfonso, they are rather a funny old couple but they're not too old though, and however, they act weird sometimes. There is also their daughter Maribelle or Belle for short, she supposedly lives here, but we rarely see her. You know that gir

I waved my hand, above my head, onward. “Who told you to enter the mansion?” The third elder’s voice echoed at the entire mansion. She was standing at the top-end of the grand staircase. Her hands were clasped together near her chest as she gracefully walk down the stairs, chin up high and back straight. I averted my head above my shoulder and told them in a soft voice, “don’t listen to her.” The maids formed two horizontal straight lines according to their colors. I scratched my head while watching them do it as quick and as snappy as ever. They were like trained militars molded to obey commands.

Gregory Hanson ‘…in another exciting gossip, Anna Vendel has been married off to the emotionally unstable CEO Christopher Hanson. Though nothing is public yet, we are made to understand that Anna was sighted at the Hanson mansion with her luggage and it seems she’ll be staying there for a while. It’s rather shocking that this rapidly happened shortly after she took her father’s company to the ruins. This makes Business Gossips wonder if she’ll achieve such a feat with Dazzling Dreams…’

Elsie I paused outside the door to the private lounge, my heart thumping hard in my chest. I didn't want to be here. Not one bit. But I had no choice. As the maid for the Lancaster brothers, I had to obey their rules. My head hurt under the bandage wrapped tightly around it. And my leg throbbed with each step, making me limp as I pushed the door open.

He looked around his house and it was still in the same state it’s been since the death of Kate. By now he knew it was time to get a maid. After much contemplation and brooding over it over and over Marcus knew his decision of getting a maid is actually a right one.Fearing the unknown,Marcus reluctantly decided to advertise for the position, he picked up his phone and pulled a call through to the Manager of his company,Sandra. Sandra has been working with Marcus for six years and by now she handles the company efficiently even in Marcus’s absence. “I trust she’ll do this right”,he said silently to himself.

The mansion of my new boss was breathtaking. It was enormous. As we stepped inside, my eyes wandered around in awe. The interior was even more stunning than I had imagined. When we reached the living room, I saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa, completely focused on the laptop resting on his lap. As soon as we stopped in front of him, his driver spoke. "Sir Ethan, they're here." Only then did he lift his gaze and look at us. "Manang Rose, does your niece know the rules in my house? She'll be the only housemaid working here."