Sexy House Keeper Novels & Stories

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.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

He had such effect on every lady. "I... uh... sorry.. nothing.. I was just surprised you answered the door. I thought it'd be answered by a servant." Jaxon laughed. She saw his dimple. This man was a walking turn-on. "My housekeeper is out for the night. Do come in." He ushered her in. Roxanne's jaw dropped as she saw the interiors. It was even more elegant than the exterior. "Your house is beautiful." She says. "Thank you." He winks at her and this makes her uneasy.

“I am Mrs. Chaplin, the governess of this house. Come, I shall show you to your room.” Violet followed the governess across the foyer to a hallway to the left, she hadn’t seen when she was first looking the room over. Down this hallway, Violet followed her to another turn to the right. A large room opened up, with a staircase going down. There was a T.V. on the wall with a couch facing it. Another couch was against the wall to their right. A few chairs filled the room. A small table sat in the far right corner, and a short, bookshelf was pressed against the railing of the staircase. Another small table held an old looking computer. “This is the servants’ area. Here is where you shall spend y

"Hmm, maybe I should get a job." "You can't you've got a job, you're our housekeeper, and I haven't sacked you yet," he said, nuzzling her neck, "Our very naughty, sexy housekeeper." He murmured, sliding his hand over her bottom. She slapped his hand away. "If I've got to wait so can you, and if Gabe stays up all night, you'll have a very cross and frustrated housekeeper." "Who's cross and frustrated?" Gabriel said as he came into the bedroom.

The security guards rushed to him when they saw their boss covered in blood, wanting to know if he was hurt. Not wanting to waste any more time, Dixon rushed McKenna into his penthouse and straight to his bedroom. He gently laid her onto his king-sized bed, which was covered with a fluffy white comforter. Not caring a bit about her bloody body ruining his bed, Dixon covered her up with the blanket after he pulled off his coat from her body. He sat beside her, just watching her. Her face was pale, and her hands felt cold when he tried to hold them. There was dried blood all over her body and her ripped shirt that left her chest exposed.

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.’

' 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.