Bella Miles
I would recruit him only the best maids. Women who would keep him safe when we went into darkness. I knew it would be coming. There was a reason that he needed so many maids. I shuddered, my face twisting with delight as Felicity suckled at my clit. Carla swirled her tongue around in my asshole. They both gave me such bliss.
I couldn't take much more of this. My bud burst with sparks every time Felicity licked or nibbled on my naughty pearl. She stroked me with her tongue. When she suckled, my body bucked. My uniform rustled.
"Oh, Lance," I moaned, my head lifting to the ceiling. "Oh, Lance, they're perfect. Yes!"
My body burst with delight. I shuddered, the ecstasy swept out of me. It was so delightful. My asshole convulsed around Carla's tongue as the heat rushed out of my cunt. My pussy juices soaked Felicity's mouth while my mind drowned in euphoria.
Felicity lapped at my cunt, moaning as I gushed my cream. I bucked, gasping out for everyone to hear. To witness. I trembled through such ecstasy. I quivered through all this wonderful passion. It was a delight to experience this bliss.
"Oh, yes, yes, you're such wonderful maids!" I moaned as my orgasm gushed throughout my body. "You're perfect for him!"
"I want to be his," whimpered a girl I didn't know.
"Sorry!" I moaned. "I can't give you a garter!" I didn't know if she were maid material or not. She didn't feel wifey to me. Not with that slutty top on. "Oh, yes!"
I hit the peak of my orgasm. I swayed there, my boobs bouncing in my top. My uniform rustled about me as I swayed there. I felt so good. Just outstanding. I shuddered, my mind melting from all the bliss that swept through me. A big smile spread on my lips. I felt just fantastic.
"Oh, Carla and Felicity, you two are maid material!" I held out the garters. "Claim them!"
They both ripped their mouths from my pussy and asshole. They stood and ripped off their clothes. Carla's cheer top came off, her boobs held in a sports bra. Felicity ripped off her t-shirt. She had a cute, yellow bra on that cradled her large boobs. She had a nice set of Double D's that bounced free. Carla's perky, golden-brown boobies were adorable.
They dropped pleated skirts and jeans. Carla had her spankies on beneath her cheer outfit. Those were bloomers to keep anyone from seeing her panties while cheering. Just because she shook pompoms didn't make her a slut. My mom had been a cheerleader, and she was a great wife. Felicity had white panties that she lost while Carla peeled off a pair of purple ones, cotton that came from a pack.
They both lifted their left legs, their bushes dripping with their excitement. I smiled and dropped to my knees I slipped on Carla's then Felicity's garters, working the green band of lace up and up their thighs until they were bonded.
They shuddered as Lance's Golden Power claimed them.
"Oh, yes," Carla gasped, tears in her eyes. "I'm Lance's Concubine-Maid. He's my husband."
"Our husband," Felicity said. "With Bella as his wife. We're just junior wives, but... Thank you for sharing your husband with us, Bella."
I rose and they both hugged me and kissed me, one tasting of my sour ass and the other of my sweet pussy. I was so glad to welcome them into the harem. I knew Lance would get so much pleasure from them. They would serve him and protect him.
I knew something was coming. The Imprisoned were restless in the mansion. I could feel it throbbing through the yellow garter on my thigh. I broke the kiss with them and smiled at them. I rubbed my nose against theirs.
"Welcome to Lance's harem," I purred. "Welcome to the fight to keep the world safe."
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Nancy Heres
I strode into Towers, my favorite adult store to shop at. My maid's uniform swirled around my thighs. There was something that my Nephew-Master's harem needed: sex toys. Dildos. Vibrators. Butt plugs. Anal beads. Strap-on harnesses. Double-headed dildos. They needed all manner of wicked things to keep themselves satiated.
We only had one cock in Hayward Manor. He could only do so much despite how virile he was. The girls and women us maids recruited to serve him would need sources to release their frustration. Sex toys.
Lots and lots of sex toys.
"My, my, look at you," said a girl with Dusky skin of the Middle East. But she was no demure Muslim girl with her head wrapped up in a hijab to hide her glossy, black hair. No, this slut wore a tight belly shirt that molded about her round boobs, leaving her midriff bare.
She had a pierced bellybutton, a golden charm dangling off it of a crescent moon. Another piercing beaded her nose. Her jeans rode low on her hips, a thong peeking out. "Are you a sex slave or a lifestyle slave?"
"I am," I purred, feeling the red garter on my thigh. I really didn't know what the difference between the two was, but I was one of those. Both. I looked up and down on her, holding my cedar box under my arm. I had a feeling I would meet a girl like her here. "I'm owned by my nephew, Lance Hayward. I'm one of his many maids."
"Hot," the Arabic girl said. She had a slight accent, but clearly she had rejected her Conservative culture.
"Do you have a tramp stamp?" I asked the girl. She looked like a slut. Her fires burned out of control. That was delicious. Just what I needed to find.
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