Novel & Cerita Sexy House Keeper

One day, I came across a live stream of my own house while scrolling through social media. "Check this out, guys. These are premium quality saffron. Look at the color of them! And I've got freshly caught cuttlefish here. Its tentacles are still moving. Let me show you how to kill this thing. "Today's challenge is cleaning the windows in a house that costs 2 billion dollars. Thank you for the gifts, guys!" Lilian Sherman was our housekeeper. She came from a rural village and had a hobby for livestreaming. Every day, she documented her life as a housekeeper working in a wealthy household.

This man is ruining me even for self-love. I silently thank the Goddess when I see the gate marking the private road to the sex house. “Paradiso Notturno?”Darren questioned in this deep husky tone that did things to my brain. “The Night Haven. It’s the …” I groaned as he kept stroking me. “It’s what we called the house.” I explained. I was thankful that the gate opened based on the tag on my car. Katrina was brilliant in deciding on that security measure. It ensures only we can get in but that in situations like this, I’m not trying to remember a code or have to do anything.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't on a flight to Silvania. Instead, I was lying in a lavish, elegantly furnished bedroom. A faint scent of agarwood lingered in the air, and the room was kept at a precise 76.1 degrees, the temperature I found most comfortable. A deep, commanding voice came from somewhere nearby. "You're up." I turned my head. Seated in the shadows was a man I recognized immediately. It was Elliot Henderson, the most respected man in the city and also the business rival my brothers feared more than anyone.

I could see Maria looking around. “ You never said your husband was beyond a billionaire” she said. I smile. “ He is, Alessa is still asleep, we have everything ready , come with me let me show you where her room and her things are being kept and I will also introduce you to the reliant domestic workers in the house. I took her in and she greeted Alex who has his face straight, I introduced her to the housekeeper and I ask her to help to introduce her to the remaining domestic workers when we leave for work. I took her to Alessa’s room.

Facing the queen-sized bed I’m currently on is a large flat-screen TV, with a white couch in the corner. How the hell did I get here? Suddenly I feel cold, as if I’m not wearing anything. I bring my daze down my body, shocked by my bare breast as I quickly lift the duvet to cover myself. “Shit.” I curse, pushing my wayward strands out of my face as I tuck them behind my ear. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” “I’m Helen, Mr. Gray’s housekeeper.” “Right. Of course.” I sigh, licking my bottom lip as I run my fingers through my hair.

I couldn’t stop thinking of what awaited me. Stepping into the house. The interior was even more grand and beautiful than I ever imagined. marble floors, sweeping staircases that look like it lead to heaven. glass chandeliers that hang beautifully from the expensive wooden ceiling. The well stocked wine cellar just at the corner of the grand parlor wants to make me ignore everything and drown myself in original tequila. Everything screamed wealth and money… But no matter how beautiful the prison, it was still a prison. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I was led through the halls by a pretty old woman who introduced herself as Bianca. From the look of her dressing that was differe

But the moment I touched him, he recoiled—like I was laced with wolfsbane. He pushed past me as he bolted into the bathroom where the sounds of violent retching echoed. I was left standing, a wave of shame washing over me. I had planned everything—the red wine, the music, the underwear, the perfume. I had envisioned a perfect night, but Lucas couldn't even bear to touch me. Why? I turned to the mirror, searching for an answer in my reflection. Behind me, the gagging continued, each heave slicing deeper, over and over. It was as if my mate was vomiting out his revulsion for me.

He reeled with moans as he fastened his pace, and my pussy wall contracted as it wrapped around his cock tightly, and my insides were bursting with excitement because that was my first time having such a huge cock fuck me, and the man was good. Fuck Alexander, the security man was a better gigolo. Maybe living in this house would be memorable for a while, I thought as the man thrust his cock in and out of me, and I moaned in ecstasy. Today was such a great day.

Violet followed her down, struggling to keep her suitcase from escaping her as they headed down the stairs. The lower floor was a narrow hallway, painted an off white color with the same dark wood trimmings as before. There were several doors on each side of the hallway. “These are the stay-in servant quarters,” the governess said, walking to the third door on the left. She unlocked and opened it. The room was much smaller than any Violet had ever had. There was a twin bed along the right wall with a nightstand with a lamp next to it. On the opposite was a door to a bathroom or closet. Near the door along the left wall was a tall dresser that looked like something you’d get at Ikea. “This is

Instead, she had shaken her head and dutifully climbed into his battered Land Rover for the drive back to his small estate cottage. The sensual intimacy she had so dangerously imagined had proved to be just that… a fantasy. Sasha had made her remove her clothes in his small back porch, sternly admonishing her not to move off the old towel he had put down on the floor and to give him a shout once she was undressed and wrapped in the towel he had left her. ‘I’ll put your stuff in the washer… I’m sure if Henry’s housekeeper will kill me if she sees it. Then you can have a quick shower upstairs. You’ll have to go home in my stuff but at least it will be clean.’