The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (7 page)

“Fuck, she's good.”

I fucked her harder and harder, pistoning her body into Mac's crotch. And from his end, he fucked her right back, pushing her cunt into me. We formed a rhythm like this, fucking her perfectly, expertly. She had never been full of so much cock in her life. Her tits shook milk everywhere, all over both of our legs.

“Fuck,” said Mac. “I'm gonna come. I can't fucking take this. This is too hot.”

I, of course, could cum whenever I wanted. And so, watching Mac get hotter, his face flushing redder, I waited right up until the moment that his bliss overtook him. And then, right as he did, I came in Vivian's hot, willing cunt.

She came with us, her entire body becoming a quivering mound of lust and spilled cream as she absorbed the dual shock of our cum. I knew we were filling her more than she had ever taken before. She deserved it. She was such a good maid.

In all likelihood, I had made her pregnant. And if I hadn't, then someone else tonight would. She wasn't on any kind of protection, and none of the bikers had brought any condoms. I slid my cock out of Vivian's hot, still-pulsing cunt, watching the cum ooze down into the grass. Mac stepped away too, wiping the sweat off his brow. I hadn't even broken a sweat all night, of course. I could still fuck for hours and hours.

I slipped up next to Nora—exactly the woman I wanted to fuck for hours and hours.

“Whoever else wants a turn, go right ahead!” I shouted.

“God, that was
so
hot.” Nora wrapped her hand around my naked cock, stroking happily. “I’m so happy you fucked her, Master.”

“Yes, Master,” said Willow, sliding up next to us, on her knees, licking at my ball sack. “It was so very good, Sir.”

Pollux took my place behind Vivian. He already looked like the milk had affected him, muscles hard and pulsing. As she cried out in orgasm and need, her heavy tits leaking milk down onto the grass, he started furiously ramming into her cunt, his cock fully hard.

Two bikers approached Vivian’s front at the same time. They looked they were about to fight over the right to fuck her mouth, and I started away from Nora to intervene.

But, Vivian just smiled and giggled, wrapping her hands around each of their naked cocks. Soon she was sucking one while stroking the other, perfectly ambidextrous. Every few thrusts of Pollux’s cock encouraged her to switch. Her tits leaked out easy, happy lubricant to slide onto their thick, muscular bodies.

Before long, all three began to spurt all over Vivian. She swallowed up as much as she could. Her body began to look almost white from all the milk and cum she was completely covered in.

This continued for hours. Nora stroked me urgently as I watched, speaking almost zealously about what a display of worship it was for my new power. All the bikers got a turn with Vivian, emptying their cocks on her face, her back, her tits, her cunt, her asshole. They fucked every part of her, and she just begged for more. Her body absolutely soaked in cum and milk.

Before the night was over, we had all used Vivian a number of times. Our new biker babes, transformed by Vivian's milk, could only cheer us on and finger their hot, dripping pussies while they watched us gang bang the lucky maid.

It was a night to remember.

It was the night I became the boss of everything and everyone I cared about.

* * * * *

F
rom then on, I was the leader of the biker gang. If Steel ever tried to come back, I would be ready for him. Nora was at my side, my happy biker babe girl. Willow too. We always included her in everything we did. For whatever reason, Nathan Baron never came back to claim his home—and so it's still the headquarters of my Scorpions.

Nora and Willow both are completely pregnant. The doctor says triplets for each. They can't wait to be mommies, and then to get pregnant again.

Duchess, without much prodding, told me where all the money from the bank robbery was. So, we're set up for however long we need. Sometimes, when Duchess has been extra good, I let her taste my cock after I fuck Willow or Nora. No matter what, Vivian is there to cheer me on.

All this was thanks to Vivian and her amazing milk, of course. What a fantastic maid she is. I deserve her. I deserve everything I want. All my girls tell me so.

# # #

T
he limo stopped near an intersection. One opaque window rolled down, and a large, dark-haired man leaned out of it. He was, in every sense of the word, a stud. He called out to a young man crossing the street.

“Hey, bud! Come here a minute.”

The young man approached. “Yeah? What do you want?”

“This is more about what you want,” said the stud, gesturing for him to come closer.

The young man looked inside the window. A gorgeous dark-haired woman was sliding her loving, pink tongue up and down the stud's cock, working with gusto. She wore nothing but black lingerie, a tiny white fur coat, and tall, tall heels. Precum drizzled down the cock almost like a fountain, covering the beauty's face. A trail of it had slipped down to her breasts, barely contained by a tight lacy bra. Her hair was thick enough for the stud to hold a massive amount in one hand, guiding the bimbo up and down his incredibly huge meat.

Across from him was a tall, long-legged blonde beauty on her knees, fingers buried in her dripping slit as she watched the proceedings. She wore a tiny white dress, and giggled nonstop. Each giggle made her massive titties bounce hypnotically. The sexy line of her cleavage was on easy display; everything about what she wore and how she looked screamed, “Look at me! Fuck me!”

“What the...hell?” said the young man, looking closer.

He had thick glasses on his face, a tight plaid shirt on. He was of average height and weight, his jeans hanging loosely off his body. The stud in the car was a marked juxtaposition, his tight well-made suit barely able to contain the presence of his thick muscles and overwhelming machismo.

“Her. You want her?”

The stud pointed to the blonde.

“Do I
want
her?” the young man didn't understand.

“Yeah.” The stud took a firmer hold of the black-haired beauty's hair, willing her mouth all the way over his cock. The beauty skillfully swallowed him down, his bulge pushing down her throat. “She's for sale. Discount, even. You want her?”

The young man felt himself getting hard. Why was any of this happening?

* * * * *

T
he couple stepped out of their expensive black town car, approaching the large building. They drew together comfortably, enjoying one another’s touch.

“You’re sure about this?”

Simon was a tall man, skinny. The suit he had on fit him well. Hayley thought he looked dashing in it. She had told him so when she bought him the suit, and then made him wear it. It was a shame he had such terrible taste on his own, but Hayley didn't mind so much playing dress up with him. Men were little more than toys to her, and Simon the latest (and most successful) in a long line of such toys.

“Of
course
, dear,” said Hayley. “We’ve been over this. I think this will be splendid.”

Hayley smiled bright. She just knew that getting a Castle Maid was going to shape their lives for the better.

The day was autumn cool. Leaves swirled down the drive. The building in front of them had the name “CASTLE” in big, blocky white letters over the door. It was an out of the way place, buried deep in a wheat field on the state border.

Simon was a novelist, spending all his time in droll libraries filled with books, tapping away in his under-decorated study. He was intelligent, funny, handsome, and sensitive. And it was that last part—his sensitivity, that Hayley had a bit of a problem with.

Hayley wanted him to be more dominant. She wanted him to feel like he could take charge, whenever and wherever. She wanted to see his testosterone flying through the roof. Maybe even slap her around in bed once in a while, give her a good spanking, something like that. Buy her a fur coat, and demand she put it on while he fucked her. God, she would love that. For him to just
bathe
her in luxury like that. She had dropped plenty of hints about wearing fur coats for him, but he had not yet taken the bait.

Of course, maybe he felt bad about such things, as she had all the money in the relationship. Her family, the Haus Agency, oversaw the operations of a number of security firms all across the world. Simon had never murmured a word of dissatisfaction over Hayley’s wealth, nor had he ever once asked her for money. That was well enough—though Hayley loved having power over him, loved being able to make all their collective financial decisions because she controlled such a vast portion of their money. His writing earnings were small, but enough for him to pay his own way, most of the time.

Certainly, however, he didn’t earn enough to pay for a Castle Maid. Hayley had to put up one hundred thousand dollars just to have the tour of the facilities. It would be another several hundred thousand still, before the day was done, depending on which Maid model they decided to purchase.

At any rate, her hope was that having another female around might spice up his sex drive. It was only natural, after all, for a man presented with multiple mates to feel his desires grow.

Without a doubt, Hayley didn't view
herself
as part of the problem. She was a tall, lovely woman. When she was younger, she had been a gymnast, and had kept most of that flexibility and slender form. Her hair was sandy blond, kept stylishly short with her bangs floating down around her dark hazelnut eyes. Her breasts, while not huge, were still a sumptuous B cup, and didn't detract from her legs and ass, which she felt were her best features.

She didn't
like
to think of herself in such objectifying terms, of course, but it was hard not to when she was trying to get Simon to jump her bones more often.

In her circles—those of the ultra-rich—it was was well-known that Castle Maids were the number one way to increase sexual activity in a household. With a Castle Maid in the house, women felt more confident than ever, men felt much
much
more confident than ever, and to top it off, the household had a servant who only had to be purchased
one
time, and ever after would be obediently cleaning, cooking, sucking and fucking at any old time of the day.

It sounded like the ideal arrangement for Hayley. She didn't want to have to work through the ordeal of finding some magical unicorn—a bisexual girl who was disease-free and happy to be the third wheel in a relationship. No, a Castle Maid was the way to go. Simon had his doubts, citing some strange incidents where the women in Castle Maid households were rumored to become raving nymphomaniacs and the men started fucking everything that moved, but it was
Hayley's
money, so that was that.

Hayley, having been on the shit-end of a number of horrible rumors as she grew up and suffered through her snobbish prep schools, did not put much stock in hearsay. Besides, the Castle Maid representative she had spoken with over the phone had been very reassuring.

Resolutely holding her man's arm, Hayley approached the tall double doors of the building. The outline of Hayley’s form—displayed fetchingly in a red wool jacket and tight red skirt, displaying her long legs—contrasted sharply with the deep blue of the doors.

She had always been known for her legs. They went on until next Tuesday, or so many of her suitors had said. Simon had fallen in love with her over her brains.

Maybe that was why she had allowed him to stick with her.

Definitely, though, that was why she wanted a little more from him in the bedroom. Simon was an excellent lovemaker. He did everything Hayley asked. But sometimes Hayley just wanted to be
fucked
, and brutally.

With a long, creaking moan, the double doors opened. Inside was a tall, bare room the color of steel. In the middle was a circular metallic desk, manned by a gorgeous young redhead in a tiny, bright white dress.

“Hello!” she chirped. “You must be the Sandersons!”

“Simon Sanderson,” said Simon, holding out his hand. “This is Hayley Haus.”

“Oh!” the redhead took Simon’s hand. She bit her lip, as if the act of touching him had excited her somehow. Hayley wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that it did. “You’re not married?”

Simon smiled. “No.”

Not yet
, thought Hayley.
But soon
.
I'll make him ask
.

“It’s just...usually we get married couples coming in, if we get couples at all. Most often, it’s single men. Though,
last
month we had three single women come in! We were very surprised. Word certainly gets around!”

“Yes,” said Simon, clutching his hands together. “I actually wanted to ask about that. Is there any reason to worry? I don’t feel like this is, well...”

The redhead looked at him brightly, blankly, waiting for her turn to speak. His sentence hadn’t finished, after all.

“Not strictly legal?”

A tall brunette woman entered the room, twice as beautiful as the redhead, making Hayley feel positively clownish. This brunette's every last feature was proportional, perfect. Her breasts, displayed in a low-cut blouse, looked polished.

“Yes,” said Simon. He held out his hand again. “Hello. I’m Simon, and—”

“This is Hayley, yes. I am Svetlana.”

She slowly eyed Simon up and down, and then Hayley, taking notes on a small clipboard in her hands. Simon let his hand fall, good-naturedly.

“Is there anything else I can do for you folks?” The redhead smiled, looking with some urgency at her computer. “I...have duties...”

The redhead had taken to grabbing at her overflowing tits, desperate to sit back down. Curious, Hayley walked over to the side of her desk. On the redhead’s computer was an animated kitten bouncing about, playing with a pink ball of yarn.

“That will be all, Sally,” said Svetlana. She focused on the couple. “Will you please follow me?”

She stepped through a door, guiding the couple into a long metal corridor. Hayley was happy to have an excuse to admire Svetlana’s behind. She was a confirmed bisexual, and could not contain her excitement.