Sexy House Keeper Novels & Stories

exhausted last night? Cassie yawned and said unhappily, 'Isn't that all thanks to you?' When the housekeeper, who was just passing by, heard these words, he was so shocked that he almost tripped. Seeing the frightened look on the housekeeper's face, Cassie knew that he must have misunderstood something. She said in an anxious voice, 'It's not what you think!' Javen glanced at the butler and said lightly, 'Don't be shy. I won't ask anymore.'

she said. She had to be the lousiest housekeeper I had ever seen. Usually, housekeepers were reserved and only spoke when spoken to, but apparently, this wasn’t the case, but then again, she earlier hinted that she and Sean had been intimate. Hence, her attitude towards her job. “I guess so too,” I said angrily. However, as I proceeded upstairs, I heard a remark from her that made me stop. “I think you just like the idea of going to Sean’s bedroom so that you could have a glimpse of his gorgeous body,” she muttered.

' I asked. 'No way in hell do I have that type of cash, but I do have the key. The resort has over 200 rooms, and since half of them are empty, no one will know if you slip in for a few hours and then leave again in the early morning. Mr.Sherman Colton left a while ago. Are you interested?' Her eyes were dazzling and beady, with a tinge of mischief, while she waited for my reaction. 'Let's do it, fuck it, it's only one life, darling,' With a burst of energy, I exclaimed it and got to my feet.

“He said and pecked my lips. He then ran and left the penthouse. I didn’t say anything and just felt so frustrated. I am so mad! What was that? He didn’t even greet me with a happy birthday! Did he forget my birthday? I got dressed and wore my sweatshirt and pants. I sighed and sat in my office area. “Hmm, maybe I should surprise him then.” I thought of something special since he would work all night and return before sunrise. I cooked him a special soup, and I am so excited for him to eat this! I left the penthouse and decided to go to his unit. I went down there and then stopped outside his door. I know the passcode! I put the soup down and then pressed the passcode; of course, the door op

We were three broken things in a beautiful room, finally acting like the monsters we were. "That was just the warm-up," Janet said, her voice returning to that low, dangerous purr. She shifted, her hand moving back toward Reign’s softening cock. "I told you, we have the whole night. I want to see you two do it again, but this time, I want Emma on top. I want to see her ride you while I…" The sound was distant, but unmistakable. Beep. Beep. Click. The front door security system. The electronic hum of someone returning home.

Dirty Claim💦🫦 “Mr. Voss, your wife is going to be home any minute,” I gasped, gripping the marble kitchen counter. He didn’t stop. Alexander Voss had me bent over the cold island in his multi-million-dollar penthouse, my short black maid uniform shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, powerful cock slammed into me from behind with deep, ruthless strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the luxurious open kitchen.

Jessica equally rose from her seat, with wide eyes glaring at Justin as if they would pop out and claw at him at any second; she spat angrily, "Isn't that a given considering the past life you have lived?" Justin immediately crossed the distance between them, his fiery red eyes shooting daggers at her. "What did you just say?" He growled viciously. Jessica took a few steps back but maintained her stance, "Isn't that the reason you want a lady as the housekeeper? Isn't it because you just want another lady you can sleep with?"

Claim. When he breaks away, he’s breathing rough. “Safehouse has a bedroom. Back corner. Shower. Bed. We have three hours before the secondary team moves on the HiAce. Use them.” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re shot.” “I’m alive.” His good hand slides down my back, cups my ass. Squeezes. “And I need to feel you. Need to know you’re still mine.” I don’t argue. The bedroom is spartan, cot, thin mattress, single bulb, small attached bathroom. No windows. No cameras, I check.

I desperately need to go to the toilet, noticing the cage door is unlocked, but each move that I try to make pulls on the fresh welts on my back, making me cry out in agony, I hear the door slowly creek open, and Mrs Harris Demitri’s housekeeper walks; she looks at me before she says, “Oh, my poor child…what has that monster done to you?” I cry out in relief when I see that it’s only Mrs harris who has walked into the room and not Dimitri. She has never been anything but kind to me, and the only reason she stays is that Dimitri pays her well for her silence. She has a sick husband. If the choice were hers, she wouldn't be working for him, but she has her husband's medical bills to pay, and D

I could tell a lot was going through her mind, I could see it in her eyes. I wondered what she was thinking. Was it a good idea to tell her that no woman had ever made me feel the way she just did? I didn't think so. What impressed me was her desire to please me while we had sex....she was so different from Trisha and did not place emphasis on protecting her makeup or looking graceful in bed. That alone was a huge turn-on. After staring at each other silently for a while, I couldn't stop myself from asking, "How does a young housekeeper like you get to be so good in bed?"