Sexy Maid Novels & Stories

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Martin murmured softly, almost dropping his coffee. Sabrina was a 29-year-old prostitute. Her body seemed made to provoke married and single men alike. One meter and seventy centimeters of pure, well-distributed sex appeal. Heavy breasts, the kind that jiggled even when she was just breathing. A slim waist and a round, pert, fleshy backside, the kind that would make any man drool. Her skin was light brown, glistening with sweat from the Minas Gerais heat.

He was a caffeine addict and a coding genius, perpetually buried in data. "You’re late," Marco said before turning back to the files he was staring intently at. "What was so important that you had to see me and almost blowing your cover might add.” When I didn't reply, he paused, finally looking at me. “Tell me you did not murder your boss” "Worse," I replied, stripping off my suit jacket. "I’ve been asked to marry her." Marco froze, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. "What?" "Isabella Kingston," I clarified, pouring myself a glass of water, from the mini fridge beneath the seat. "She needs a husband by her twenty-seventh birthday to keep the company from her uncle, Daniel. I a

' Oh sexual desires could lighten up the moods in a matter of seconds. I want to feel those tight walls squeezing me as you cum undone. '

She threw in my line with a smile that I hate to say it is so me that I should be terrified. “Liliana Claretta Bellomo! You will lower that finger now, or I will bind your powers till you turn sixteen.” Katrina warned, appearing in the office doorway looking breathtaking, even eight months pregnant. Until her first pregnancy, I didn’t realize I had a pregnancy fetish. Or maybe I have a Katrina fetish. Yeah, that sounds better. At her best and worst, I don’t think she has a worst, and I find myself turned on just looking at her. And right now is no different.

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

"She is the new girl and is still fresh. Boss says she is still a virgin and would fetch him a lot of money tonight, so take extra care of her. We don't want to disappoint our clients." The lady smiled at the man and said, "I guess I would have to teach her a few moves then. I can bet that Reed will pay the most for her, he's crazy about virgins." The criminal smiled back and replied, "you may be right but don't forget about Keeler. He's also crazy about girls like her and he is pretty loaded. In the end, it will come down to who is willing to pay the most to spend the night with her. Do you want to bet?"

His naughty tongue flicks my earlobe again. No matter how I try, I can’t hold back a moan. “Ahhh…” My hands tighten around the script. I want to jump out of my seat, but my body doesn’t move. I’m like putty in his hands. His seductive voice purrs into my ear. “Wait until we get home tonight. I’ll bring you to paradise.” My heart races, and I slowly nod and whisper, “Yes, please.” “TIFFANY!! TIFFANY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

She wanted whatever they were going into that hotel to do. A soft knock on the passenger’s window captured my attention. I unlocked the door for Franklin. He pulled on his seat belt. “I just saw your assistant. I guess her taste in men hasn’t changed.” I stared at him. He saw her too. It was real. I hadn’t figured out it was her at first. Odessa often kept her hair up in a bun. She never let it down. I could bet it was the guy that wanted her to do that. If what Franklin said was true, then the guy must be a rich dominant alpha. Odessa never dated anyone under that description. They had to be wealthy, hot, and dominant.