The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2

by Nadia Nightside

  Finally they came to the end of the line. There were two almost identical tall, supermodel-esque beauties, their breasts somewhat smaller than the others, though just as obviously full of 44DD milk. Their hair, dark and shiny, slipped down to their waists, their eyes were bright and alive with seductive intelligence. They could have been absolutely identical twins, except one’s eyes were green, the other’s violet.

  “Just in, we have the Seductive Siren,” Svetlana pointed to violet eyes, “and the Homewrecking Hottie,” Svetlana pointed to green eyes.

  Simon looked from one to the other. “What’s the difference?”

  “Well, the Seductive Siren works best as a gift, you see. If a rich gentleman wanted to give his friend the gift of lifelong service, but the friend was reluctant to take such a thing, he might choose the Seductive Siren. She could even manage to convince a man and wife to take her in.”

  “And the Homewrecking Hottie?”

  “A very specialized model, Sir. Very exclusive. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to do with it. After all, you are buying together.”

  “I’m interested, now” said Hayley. Exclusive indeed! What a bunch of rubbish. “What does it do?”

  “It’s more of the model chosen by...disgruntled husbands or partners, who want their wives to be around, but not so much of a problem, let’s say. If a man wanted his wife to step down and let someone more beautiful take the role, someone more...appropriately tempered for a man of his station, then he might choose this model. As I said, I’m sure it’s not for you.”

  Such talk was rather scary to think about. Someone replacing their chosen partner just because they had tired of them. Frightening! Hayley was glad she didn't have to worry about it.

  “I think,” said Hayley finally, “that we will just be very happy with the Basic Maid model, at this time. The one who can clean, cook, all of that. None of the other special features, though. None of that...lactation, business. I don’t want to see any milk in my home.”

  “Sure,” said Simon. “That sounds great.”

  He was still looking, with intense lust, at the Homewrecking Hottie. She was sort of his type, Hayley knew. Those smoldering eyes, that thick dark hair. Sometimes, Hayley would wear a dark-haired wig during sex to shake things up a bit. Simon loved it.

  “Of course,” said Svetlana. She turned to Simon, slipping her arm into his. “Now, Sir, I assume you are the buyer?”

  Simon smiled, quite taken with her attention. “Um, yes, sure.”

  Hayley rolled her eyes. He was just saying that because he had a hard-on. None of the blood was going to his head.

  “Please follow me?” said Svetlana. “We just have a few final payment details to discuss.”

  “Actually, it’s my money—” Hayley started.

  But they were already gone through the door at the end of the line of bimbos, and Hayley was alone.

  Fine, whatever. Simon knew what she wanted well enough. She had been talking about it for weeks now, and he was such a very good listener. One of his many good qualities.

  It was very quiet in the hangar. All around Hayley were the bimbos, staring blankly ahead.

  One tilted her head at her—the seductive siren.

  “Giggle?” said the Siren, cocking her head.

  It sounded like a request.

  Hayley snorted. Most certainly not! Hayley didn’t giggle. She was a proper lady, not some bimbo slut.

  “Giggle.”

  This was the Homewrecking Hottie now, stepping forward to the end of her ropes. It sounded much, much more like a command. The Siren stepped forward as well, looking at Hayley expectantly.

  Hayley, for a moment, thought she was in danger. A pretty woman, like herself, alone in a room like this. And Svetlana had been so cold, so mean. Could she have ordered something to happen?

  But...no. Svetlana was a servant. She couldn’t do anything Hayley didn’t say, explicitly. That meant none of these other bimbos could, either. This was just...some display. Some show, or something.

  Right?

  Down the line, the rest of the bimbos stepped forward, leaning over at the waist to stare at Hayley. Their long hair dripped down to the floor. They all started to join in, all the bimbos.

  “Giggle,” they said, their voices soft and breathy. “Giggle. Giggle!”

  Hayley laughed nervously, backing up. She clapped a hand to her mouth. Was that a giggle? No. No, of course not.

  She laughed again, nervousness really taking hold now, turning quickly to the wall. It felt like the bimbos were getting closer, all of them giggling. She could practically hear the milk in their heavy tits sloshing.

  She had to get away. The door Simon and Svetlana walked through was very close. She lunged for it.

  The door stuck at first. It became harder and harder to breath. Panic was really taking her.

  Inhaler, she thought.

  No, no. It could wait. She just needed to see Simon, and it would be all right. Finally the door opened, and from inside came an overwhelming miasma of sex.

  Inside, she saw Simon on top of a sort of examination table. His head rolling backwards. Svetlana was between his legs, moaning throatily, taking him deeper down her mouth.

  Hayley’s vision began to spiral. Why was this happening? Why wouldn’t he have told her? She was okay with him getting head from other women. Just not this one. Just not this bitch who insulted her.

  She couldn’t breath.

  She couldn’t breath. Her throat closed in on itself, and her thoughts started to spiral. Madly, she searched through her bag for her inhaler. Her vision was dimming. All she could hear were Simon's moans, Svetlana's breathy sucking, and the giggling of the bimbos just mere feet away.

  Finally she reached it. Within moments, the cool spray had poured into her lungs, filling her up with breath once more.

  Except...it was different, this time. Right? It was all heady, and thought-slowing, and her body felt like it was just, like, floating.

  Dimly, she crawled forward, giggling again and again.

  Giggle.

  That’s what all the bimbos had said to do. Why hadn’t she tried it before? It was rather fun.

  Giggle. Giggle giggle. Giggle relax.

  Yes, relax. That would be good. She giggled. A fun thing to do. Such a silly little sound.

  Someone’s heels stepped around her, over her. Svetlana and then another. The Homewrecking Hottie. Wasn’t that fun. That Hottie was such a hottie. Hayley giggled.

  She watched as Svetlana pushed the Hottie down on her knees in front of Simon. With great urgency and eagerness, the exquisite Svetlana stroked Simon off into the Hottie’s face. The Hottie waited, green eyes burning with need, licking her lips, eager to taste his seed.

  Imprinting, that’s what Svetlana had called it. Wasn’t that such a funny word?

  “Funny,” said Hayley, giggling helplessly. Someone was touching her cunt as she watched her man get stroked off by another woman into yet another woman’s face.

  She looked down briefly. Oh. Her fingers. That’s who was doing it. Wasn’t that interesting? Fingering her cunt to her man getting serviced like that.

  Simon didn’t even see her. He was so very focused on the Hottie. In love with her, it looked like. Hayley giggled. That was so silly. Simon was supposed to be in love with her.

  Svetlana kept urging in his ear, and, groaning, spasming, he came all over the Hottie’s face. His seed was thick, gooey. The Hottie licked it all up, scooping up anything she could with a long delicate finger.

  In short order, the Hottie was taken out of the room, still licking away at the cum all over her face. A small metal bowl with big purple bulbs on it was placed on Simon’s head. The light bulbs flashed briefly, and Simon collapsed down on the table. Svetlana took the device and brought it over to Hayley, still giggling and fingering her cunt.

  It was the inhaler, Hayley realized. Something had been put in the inhaler...

  She giggled. That was funny.


  “Now, my dear,” said Svetlana, a cruel smile on her face, “Who were you saying was a reject bimbo slut, again?”

  Hayley barely even recognized the threat—and then the device was on her skull, working its magic.

  * * * * *

  They arrived home hours later, both still in a daze. Hayley remembered nothing after choosing the Basic Maid package. She knew she was incredibly satisfied with her choice. She knew that they both were. They had made a Good Choice. Capital G, capital C. There could be no questioning that.

  It was just...something didn’t sit right. Something about the experience...

  By reflex, she sucked on her inhaler. Her thoughts dissipated, all worry sinking from her. A pink cloud drifted over her brain, washing over all those pesky worries—including the worry about why her worries were going away.

  Her blouse felt tight, nipples pushing erect. She was horny, suddenly. She let herself revel in the feeling.

  There was a lot to be horny about. The new maid, Fiona sat in the back seat. She had a self-satisfied smile on her face. Her long, tanned legs were open, gently revealing the dynamic musculature of her inner-thighs. She wore a paisley blue minidress, her tits on display with just a teensy apron around her torso, barely covering the small area between her cleavage and her hips. It was—obviously—rather more decorative than useful. A symbol of her maidhood, like perhaps a crown might be a symbol of royalty. Fiona rather resembled the Seductive Siren or the Homewrecking Hottie maids that they had seen, but Svetlana assured Hayley that Fiona was one hundred percent Basic Maid. That was good. That was what Hayley wanted.

  She trusted Svetlana implicitly. She was a really terrific woman. Hayley knew that there had been some nastiness between them at the compound, but it was gone from her head now, gone like all those pesky little worries, drifting away in the pink cloud.

  Hayley wanted to slide her hands through Fiona’s thick, dark hair. She wanted to touch those legs, those breasts...god, Fiona was so hot. Hayley was excited already, thinking of all the ways she could just touch this new Maid that she owned.

  Their home was in a large, incredibly well-to-do neighborhood known as Cherry Ridge. Most every house on the block technically counted as a mansion, though some were more fancy than others. Hayley’s house—given to her by her parents, of course—was one of the oldest (and therefore most prestigious, and largest) on the block.

  Simon parked the car at the end of the long drive and they all got out. Fiona, right away, grabbed her enormous trunk, handling it all by herself. Very quickly they were inside, with Fiona setting her trunk down and clapping her hands together excitedly as she surveyed the lavish surroundings of the house.

  It was your standard Cherry Ridge mansion. All the ceilings were tall, the walls made of old, hard wood. The floors were marble; expensive art decorated the walls. Hayley had done almost none of the decorating herself, of course, hiring a team to do all that sort of thing for her. That still hadn't stopped her for taking responsibility for how lovely it all looked. Making all those phone calls was a bit of a bother, after all.

  “Well now,” said Fiona, her luxurious beauty looking right at home in the elegant surroundings. “How would you like me to begin, Master?”

  She addressed Simon, solely. Hayley had little issue with that. She, of course, controlled Simon. Taking advantage of this fact, she looped her arm through his.

  “Let’s fuck her, baby,” she moaned in his ear. “Please? Right now? I want her. Don’t you want her?”

  He nodded slowly. His reluctance to show his arousal, constantly a nuisance at the showroom, was gone now. They were safe in their home, and they had a new toy to play with.

  He wrapped a hand around Fiona’s tiny waist, pulling her close. Her erect nipples danced against Simon's suit jacket. “We’re going to fuck you,” he said calmly. “However we want. Whenever we want. And we want it right now.”

  Fiona leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep. It was scorchingly hot, seeing their faces press against one another. Hayley had never been turned on by two people more in her life. A slow whimper exited her mouth.

  Slowly, the kiss ended.

  “Yes, Master,” said Fiona, green eyes sparkling. “I would love that.”

  In a matter of moments, they were upstairs in the bedroom. Simon led the way, with Hayley trailing behind Fiona. Fiona's legs were so long—longer even than Hayley's—it was hard to keep up. Simon was already half undressed when they made it into the bed, and Hayley stripped the rest of his clothes off happily. He had a fine body, thin with just enough meat on it to be sexy. A small tuft of dark hair protruded proudly from his chest. His cock, already hard, already had begun to leak out precum.

  Just as quickly as Hayley had stripped down Simon, he stripped her down, ripping her expensive clothes and tossing them to the floor.

  Soon, Hayley and Simon were both naked, the gorgeous Fiona at the foot of the bed, awaiting instructions. Her panties were off, on the floor. Hayley moaned, staring intently at Fiona's gorgeous tits, so perfectly arranged in her tiny outfit.

  “Lick my pussy, slave,” said Hayley. “Lick it for me, now.”

  “Yes, Madam.”

  Fiona crawled forward onto the bed, sliding her gorgeous face between Hayley's waiting thighs, and dutifully began to lick. Hayley stroked Simon off as she did. He liked watching this. Hayley liked that he liked watching.

  Fiona, moaning, pushed her hand upward and started stroking Simon as well. For a moment, the two women worked in unison, but this was just an illusion. The second they gained a rhythm, Fiona had slid her hand all the way up and down Simon’s cock, gently pushing Hayley’s away.

  Hayley didn’t care. Fiona’s tongue on her clit was magical. It had approached peak perfection almost immediately, sending electric currents up and down Hayley's body. She writhed in ecstasy, never wanting the sensations to stop.

  But, almost just as soon as Fiona started licking, she quit. The thick, heavy stroking on Simon’s cock continued though, and she quickly added her luscious mouth to the mix. Fiona's licks on Simon's cock were loving, longing, like she had needed his cock her entire, entire life. Her eyes were alive with lust, with love. She had true, undeniable worship in her face for Simon. For Hayley's Simon.

  Fiona was ignoring Hayley entirely, now. Ignoring Hayley for him.

  It was a better blowjob that Hayley had ever given. Her mouth was structured small, and Simon’s cock was a bit on the large side, so she had always had trouble taking him in all the way. Fiona had no such trouble.

  Panic entered her mind. She turned to Simon, trying to kiss his neck, his face, but he kept turning away to watch Fiona work her magic on his cock. Now Simon was ignoring her. This was supposed to be Hayley's idea. This was supposed to be her triumph, and now she was on the side, like some reject appetizer before the main course.

  It was getting hard to breath. She felt anxious. She backed off the bed, thumping down hard, hands searching wildly for her purse. Soon, she found it, expecting Simon to be getting up after her to help.

  “Don’t worry,” she wheezed, “I’ve got—”

  He wasn’t worried at all. Fiona had climbed up on top of his lap, sinking her scintillatingly hot cunt down on his long, thick cock. She had easily ripped off her dress, revealing her toned midsection and her enormous, gravity-defying tits. Her look was purest rapture—and with that face, it was a more perfect visage than Hayley had ever given Simon during sex.

  Feelings of inadequacy shook her. She couldn’t even take part in their new, fun sex act without needing her inhaler.

  Her chest continued to tighten. Hating herself, she took it in, sucking down.

  The pink cloud ran through her thoughts. Everything felt better immediately. Her anxiety slipped away, immediately forgotten.

  Simon was having brilliant fun with Fiona. Wasn’t that the whole point of this exercise? Who cared if he fucked the gorgeous maid? Hayley wanted to fuck her too, for goodness sake!

  Her lust renew
ed, Hayley climbed up on the bed, pushing on her lover until he was on top of the maid. Then she pushed on his hips, purring and cheering him on.

  “You're fucking her so good, baby,” she moaned in his ear. “You're fucking our new property. She belongs to us. You're fucking owning her with your cock!”

  Simon grunted, nodding, not responding. There was some intense, intimate connection happening between Simon and Fiona that Hayley no longer paid any attention to. His thrusts increased in frequency, starting to jackhammer hard into Fiona's preciously hot little cunt.

  “Do it, baby,” Hayley purred in his ear. “Cum in the maid! Cum in her!”

  “Yeah, oh fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, you know it. I'm gonna own her, own her...”

  Jerking wildly, Simon came, emptying himself completely in their new property. Hayley could feel his orgasm rippling through her own body, and for the first time in their relationship, she came at the same time as him. It was inexplicable—she wasn't even touching herself!—but all the same she came when he did. Her body shook with the orgasm, and soon she was on the bed next to Fiona, lost in the dark-haired beauty's thick lusty scent.

  “Thank you so much, Master,” Fiona moaned, pulling Simon close. “Thank you so much for honoring me with your cum.”

  The three of them cuddled all the rest of the evening, Fiona wrapped around Simon, and Hayley sidling up next to Simon's back, snoring softly and comfortably.

  * * * * *

  A week passed. Fiona cleaned, cooked, and washed for the couple as dutifully as anyone could have asked. And at night, and during the day, and sometimes right in the morning, she served Simon however he asked.

  For Hayley, though...

  For Hayley, Fiona had been a little more willful.

  Hayley had expected some time of adjustment. It was only natural. She remembered Svetlana saying something about how the maid would be more likely to listen solely to the male in the household, at first.

  And so, Hayley had something of a difficult time telling Fiona to do this or that, and reminding the maid who was really in charge. But Fiona gave her all these haughty, arrogant looks, acting like she didn’t need to listen unless she felt like it, which seemed to be never.