The Maid For Service Bundle

by Nadia Nightside

  “No...”

  I tried slipping off the chair, but Terrance held me firm. All the pressure on my clit was fogging my thoughts.

  “You were so worried about having sex with me because I won’t use protection. Well...if he gets you pregnant, then you won’t have to worry about me getting you pregnant until we want a baby of our own.”

  “You...you’re that serious about me?”

  I couldn’t help but feel flattered. I thought in his mind, we were just fooling around. But if he really wanted me like he was describing...

  “Of course I’m serious about you. You think I let just any girl get fucked by my boss?”

  He looked so sincere. But, just as I almost assented, I caught my reflection in the window.

  Dolled up. Whored up. Tits everywhere.

  Good lord, I thought this was decent?

  I felt like I had been put under some kind of...some kind of spell. Like all their combined lust for me had put a mist on top of my brain.

  Needless to say, regardless of how sincere Terrence seemed to be, all of a sudden, I wasn’t convinced. After all this, my head was really starting to clear from the fog of all the lust and booze and sex and babymaking madness.

  I needed to get out of there.

  “I...I’m sorry, Terrance. I just...I don’t think I can handle all this. I think I’m just going to take my money and go. I’ve got enough to pay for a few semesters, and that’s enough. I just...yes. I’m going to go.”

  Quietly, he stepped over to the door of the sitting room and closed it. Then, with a key from his pocket, he locked the door.

  “I’m sorry to hear you say that, Claudette.”

  “Wh-what are you doing?”

  “I really, really want to fuck you how I want to fuck you, Claudette. But Mr. Castle is the boss. So he’s going to fuck you first.” He shrugged. “And while he does...I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  “No!” I screamed—though my body was screaming the exact opposite. “You can’t! I won’t let you—”

  Terrance took me by the throat and slammed me down to the ground. The air swept out from my lungs.

  “You’re going to be our good girl,” he growled.

  Soon, my tiny outfit was ripped apart by his big hands. His hands roamed all over my curvaceous body, feeling me up at his leisure.

  I wanted so badly to resist. Or rather, I wanted to want to resist. But his hands felt so good, so right, and it was so hot how he had just manhandled me and shown me my place...

  All those skimpy, sexy outfits I wore—hell, the one I was wearing now. All those hot fishnets and little skirts. The cleavage-baring dresses and the sexy games of lingerie dress-up with Lilah—Terrance wasn’t going to be content just watching anymore.

  But...but I had to save myself for marriage. I wanted to badly to be a good girl, a proper girl, even though everything about me looked like I was built for fertility and sex.

  “I’m going to give it all to you, good girl,” he grunted, yanking my hair hard.

  My panties were soaked with lust, torn from his rough grasping. But still...I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t resist. I slipped out from his grasp and pushed him to the ground. He stumbled down with a groan, banging his knees and head.

  I turned and ran—but he had locked the door! Scrambling, I yelled and pulled at the door. Surely, someone would hear me. Terrance came after me again—and I kicked him away, tugging hard at the door.

  Finally it opened—I was saved! I rushed out, and straight into the strong, sure arms of Castle himself.

  “Oh, thank you!” I was breathing hard, my heavy, naked tits crushed up against his broad chest. “Thank you, thank you!”

  In my relief, I hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t said anything. I hadn’t noticed that he was completely naked, either, his enormously strong body completely ripped and stacked with concrete-like slabs of incredible musculature. And only dimly, after several moments, did I notice that his hands were pushing up my wet thighs and up toward my torn, soaking panties.

  I looked up, terrified...and saw that he was grinning. He’s the devil, I thought. The devil himself. I was completely in his grasp.

  And it had me more turned on than I could have ever imagined.

  There was still some resistance left in me, no matter how loud my submissive side cooed and moaned about how perfect and right this was.

  I tried to back away—but I ran directly into Terrance, who pushed me down onto my knees before Castle. His enormous manhood was displayed before me. I could feel Terrance growing hard against the back of his head, massaging his cock with the silky smooth locks of my blond hair.

  There was nothing I could do. There was nowhere I could run.

  They were going to take me no matter what I said.

  From behind Castle came Lilah, decked out again in gorgeous black lingerie and tall high-heeled leather boots. She stared up at Castle with reverence, like he was her God. The gloves on her hands trailed up past her elbows as she hooked her arms around one bicep and stroked his cock happily, milking him, keeping him hard.

  For me. She was keeping him hard for me.

  All three of them. I never stood a chance. They were going to change me, fuck me, and breed me no matter what I said.

  And these two huge strong men...both of them stood over me now. Both of them dominated me. Their cocks on either side of my head.

  “Please...” I moaned.

  I didn’t know what I was pleading for.

  Luckily, they didn’t stop to ask me. Castle bent me over, pushing my face toward Terrance. Almost right away, my mouth instinctively slipped over Terrance’s cock, just as it had a hundred times before.

  I was so very, very good at sucking his cock. It was almost like instinct, now. My lips slipped over the head and I swallowed, creating more suction just for him.

  Terrence was very happy with this. “God, that’s so good, Claudette!”

  At the same time, Castle plunged into me from behind. His cock was enormous. He found my entrance wet, willing—waiting. In no time, he had ruined the paltry barrier of my virginity, and quickly began thrusting in and out at his leisure. The pleasure was total.

  Lilah had taken to fingering her cunt while she pushed her body against Castle’s. Her hands pressed hard against his hips as he thrust inside me, urging him to fuck me ever harder and harder.

  “You deserve this, Sir,” she moaned. “You deserve it. Fuck her, husband! Please, fuck her! Fill her up! Get her pregnant!”

  “Yeah,” Castle grunted. “I’m going to pile my seed inside her. She’s gonna be filled with my fucking babies. Aren’t you, good girl?”

  Pulling my hair, he fucked me harder and harder. Internally, I agreed with everything they said. I wanted to be filled up. I wanted to suck more cock, and have more babies, and do everything they asked. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be their filthy fuckslut whore forever.

  “I’m gonna cum,” Terrence moaned. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum right in her mouth.”

  His pumps increased in frequency, and so did Castle’s. As Castle thrust into me, I was fucked harder into Terrance’s cock. As Terrance fucked back, I was pushed harder into Castle’s cock. They pistoned me like this in almost perfect rhythm. My orgasm built and built, unstoppable.

  As if by some mutual, mass orgasmic hysteria, we all came at once. Tugging and grasping at my hair and tits, Terrence poured his load into my mouth as he had countless times before, and just like all those other times, it was magical, feeling it fill my stomach up with its instant warmth.

  Lilah, knowing all the signals of her husband’s orgasm, timed her own to match his, and shuddered against him, calling out his name in bouts of worshipful praise as her bliss overtook her senses.

  “Cum in her, Sir! Cum in our good girl!”

  Just as his wife begged him to do, Castle came into my fertile, needy womb, knowing just how to fill me. There was so much of his huge load, so much potent, perfect sperm shot into my needy
pussy, that there could be no doubt in my mind. I was pregnant, immediately, just like a good girl ought to be. His cock and his load were too fucking powerful not to impregnate me right away.

  We all collapsed onto the ground. Then, slowly, I turned and began to clean Castle’s cock. After him, I would attend to Terrance.

  I was the maid, after all. I had to keep things tidy.

  * * * * *

  My name is Claudette. I am a good girl maid. I follow my routine.

  Every morning, I attend to the Master bedroom, where Lilah dresses me. If Mister Castle is home, then both of us suck his magnificent cock. He usually cums in Lilah’s mouth, as is her right.

  From then until the evening, I am cleaning and serving, dusting and delivering drinks.

  Just before dinner, Terrance usually corners me and fucks my mouth. Sometimes I cry when he does it, but only because I’m so happy. Also, because he thinks it’s sort of hot how my make-up will run, and how being fucked in the mouth makes me cry with joy. He’s sort of vicious in that way. I love that about him. One day, he promises, he’ll marry me. But only when I’m done being bred by Mister Castle.

  In the late evening, I serve at the pleasure of Mister Castle. He fucks me senseless. He loves how big my pregnant tits have gotten. They leak milk constantly, so ready to be used by his progeny. If he is not home, then I serve at the pleasure of Lilah. She dresses me up—but no more drinks. We hardly need them anymore, after all.

  I am more than delighted to serve either. Any of them. I’m a good girl. A good girl serves at the pleasure of the household.

  I’m so very pregnant, now. The fertility drugs really worked wonders on me. Just as Lilah hoped, I’m going to have triplets. Still, I do all my cleaning, and I do it in my high heels and lingerie. That’s what good girls do, after all. We must obey. We must serve. We must do whatever is asked of us.

  Icing on the cake—the fertility treatments finally came through for Lilah. She’s going to have twins! We’re going to be mommies together! I’m so excited.

  But mostly, I’m just so excited that I get to be Castle’s girl. I don’t even care about money anymore. He takes care of all of that for me. Soon, he says, I’ll be too pregnant to be the maid, and he’ll have to hire a new one.

  The experiment with me worked out so well, he said, that he was even considering getting another sexy girl like me to use in exactly the same way. He wanted me to help him seduce the new girl, just like Lilah had helped with me. He could get her pregnant just like how he had done to me. There could be so many good girls in the world, just for Castle.

  I told him that sounded perfect.

  For now, though, Castle’s legacy is inside of me...and I can’t wait to deliver.

  # # #

  MAID LAID BARE 2: MILK MAID

  It amuses me from time to time to examine the personal diaries of the servants I keep. Abbey’s, in particular, is one that has provided me much joy and erotic inspiration over the course of her term in my employ. A mutual friend informed me that you take great pleasure in such writings—here it is now, arranged in the manner I have found most pleasing.

  - M. Castle

  NOW:

  Mister Castle has ordered me to write down my routine in my diary. I happily obey his instructions.

  Every morning, I wake up and slip into my very best outfit. Mister Castle says he likes me best when I wear sexy high heels and tight, tiny lingerie, so that’s what I wear.

  Sometimes my outfit consists of tight corsets with frilly garter belts and tight stockings. Sometimes it’s a sexy nightie, hanging down loose and held up purely by my big, buoyant titties. Sometimes it’s a hot little sheer lace slip that doesn’t hide in the slightest how erect and huge my nipples are all the time. No matter what, it's always something that makes it easy to dispense the hot, delicious milk I make every day from my big, lactating breasts.

  Basically, I’m only allowed to wear lingerie because I’m just a silly, sexy maid, and I have to act that way. My job depends on it. So does cumming. I’m not allowed to cum for Mister Castle at the end of the day unless I’ve been a very good maid. Sometimes Claudia or Terrance or even Lilah will come and play with me, and I’m allowed to cum then, but those are special occasions, and those cums aren’t ever as good as the ones Mister Castle gives me.

  I’m not pregnant yet, but when I am, he says he’ll order me some new lingerie—or better yet, he’ll let me wear the stuff that belongs to Lilah and Claudia. They’re so sweet. I love them all so much.

  When I wear tall, hot heels I can walk as sexy as any woman. My hips sway from side to side. I am confident, hot, and sexy, all the time when I wear heels. There’s nothing better, says Mister Castle, than a gorgeous woman wearing gorgeous heels to constrain the way she walks and moves—they show off what an ornament she really is.

  I love being an ornament for Mister Castle.

  My tight, heart-shaped ass looks so firm and sculpted when I wear heels—my legs acting as a perfect line up to the entrances of either hole between my cheeks—though with how much I want to get pregnant, I bet you can guess which entrance I want Mister Castle thinking about.

  After getting dressed, I go downstairs and suck off whoever’s eating breakfast. Usually it’s Terrence. If Claudia or Lilah manage to make breakfast (often they don’t, poor dears. They sleep in quite a lot with their delivery dates so soon), then as they eat, I will lick their pussies or finger them if my mouth is otherwise occupied.

  After breakfast, I step outside the kitchen and bend over at the table in the middle of the entryway. This is where Terrance or Elliot or Spoons can have their way with me—or where Claudia and Lilah can spank me silly.

  I am a maid. I belong to the house. Everyone here is more important than me.

  THEN:

  Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat, here. Nobody on this planet is more important than me, all right?

  I mean, look. I get it. There are people starving, and there are big bills being passed in Washington, and like, everything is going crazy in the Middle East—I get it. I get it. I don’t need a lecture from you. When I’m telling you nobody’s more important than me, I don’t mean like, you know, existentially, all right? I don't mean that somehow the cosmos is in motion purely because I'm around to make it happen. That's too much pressure. I don't want that.

  What I mean when I say I'm the most important person around is a declaration of practicality, okay?

  Because practically speaking, I’m the most important person I know. Just like you’re the most important person you know. That’s just how it works. You’ve gotta look after yourself first. Anything good that happens has to come after that, right?

  So anyway, being a maid doesn’t come natural to me. Looking after other people’s stuff and all. But whatever, it’s good money. And this latest job? Hoo boy. It’s damn good money. It’s great money. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars for a year of work? Are you kidding? Who do I have to blow to get that kind of deal all the time?

  Well, nobody, apparently. They said the position was open continuously, just so long as I could stand the work.

  Uh, yeah, a hundred fifty-thousand dollars? I can stand it. Trust me.

  Not that this place—Mister Castle’s Estate, as it is constantly referred to—doesn’t have its weirdness.

  Anyway, earlier today I arrived here. Mister Castle’s Estate, like I said. It’s a big, old place. You’ve seen the type—imagine any sort of rich person’s house from any movie ever—that’s this place now. It’s an amalgam of everything rich. Beautiful ceilings, beautiful floors, art everywhere and all of it very masculine and sexist. I’m sure Castle, if he were around, would say he’s “celebrating the female form” with all his portraits of big-titted women, but in all reality he’s just perpetuating the myth that women are property to be traded around, so long as they are gorgeous first.

  Oh, side note: I got a ride to Mister Castle’s place with an old man. His name was Eduardo. He looked
like an Eduardo—a scraggly beard that only really seemed to occupy one side of his face, and a scar sliding from his ear to his shoulder. The whole time, he was trying to warn me away from the Castle place. He kept saying how he would never let his daughters work there, not ever. I smiled and nodded, but still, I couldn’t wait to get out of the car.

  Nobody tells me where I can and can’t work. I had enough of that from my parents, thank you.

  I found this job through a random encounter on the street, believe it or not. I had been idling through a bulletin board at the laundry mat, looking for easy graphic design work. I’m no expert at graphic design, mind you, but I can handle photoshop and the like better than most of the population. I had put together a few jobs for doctor’s offices, stuff like that. The problem is that nobody really wants to hire you—or not for very long—if you don’t have a degree or any formal training. Just plopping together gif files on tumblr doesn’t really cut it as a resume, most of the time.

  (Also, side note: I just found out there's no internet here. What the hell, Castle?)

  Anyway, this gorgeous Asian girl in a tight, tiny business suit asks to take me to coffee. I’m excited, right? I think she’s hitting on me—and I’m all for that because I haven’t eaten a quality pussy since Diana broke up with me like six months ago or however long it was.

  Bummer news, she wasn’t hitting on me.

  Awesome news—she thought I was perfect for a job her boss was putting together.

  Anyway, so a week later after some interviews and blood tests, there I was, standing with my lone suitcase in front of this enormous manse.

  (Mansion? Manse? Are those the same thing? Nobody ever told me and, like I said, there's no internet here. Which is just SUPER, by the way.)

  I knocked on the door, and out came the most enormous set of tits I’ve ever seen.

  I normally dislike using the word “tits.” It’s sort of automatically degrading. But—you know this, I’m sure—for some pairs, there’s really nothing else that works as a descriptor. The mammaries on this beautiful, blond creature were not “breasts” or even “boobs.” They were crowd-pleasing, man-melting titties, and there was really no way around saying that. They were enormous, round, shiny, bouncy, sporting the sort of hot tanned skin that contrasts so brilliantly with perfectly arranged blond hair—which she also had.