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Kinky Lesbian Mega Bundle
Maid For Her Pleasure
Maid To Obey Her
Maid To Train Her
Seduced By Her Feet
Dominating Summer
Seduced By An Older Woman
Three Futanari Wishes
Futanari Slumber Party
The Futanari Sorority
by Ella Ford
Copyright © 2015 Ella Ford. All rights reserved.
This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
First published 2015 by Second Wolf Publishing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. All characters are 18 or over. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Maid For Her Pleasure
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Maid To Obey Her
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Maid To Train Her
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Seduced By Her Feet
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue
Dominating Summer
Prologue
Chapter 1: Temptation
Chapter 2: Exploration
Chapter 3: Domination
Epilogue
Seduced By An Older Woman
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue
Three Futanari Wishes
Chapter 1 - First Wish
Chapter 2 - Second Wish
Chapter 3 - Third Wish
Futanari Slumber Party
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The Futanari Sorority
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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Maid For Her Pleasure
by Ella Ford
Prologue
Nikki twitched her nose against the soft material of the blindfold, hoping that the light friction would provide some relief from the annoying itch that had plagued her for the last few minutes. She’d tried to reach it with her hands, but they were tied inches too far away, back above her head.
At least the itch stopped me thinking about the constant vibration down there, she thought with a shudder. The mere thought of the enormous wand vibrator attached to her with an elaborate rope harness made her forget about the itch and dragged her thoughts back to the endless torment from her pussy. Mistress had tied the vibrator to her, ensuring that the device provided enough stimulation to keep her in a heightened state of arousal, but low enough that she could never achieve the sweet release of climax. Mistress liked her maids to be aroused.
She twitched her thighs, attempting to shift the focus of the vibrator off her clit, but her legs were tightly tied to the coffee table and she could move them only a few millimetres at best. She sighed loudly, her breathing quick and shallow. She attempted to distract herself from the ceaseless waves of pleasure between her legs by focusing on her surroundings.
The table she was tied to was in the middle of the large dining room in the mistress’ house. The room had been cleared of all its usual furniture specifically for the party and the coffee table placed square in the middle as the centerpiece for the evening. It was Nikki’s turn to provide the entertainment tonight, a prospect that she inwardly relished. She’d been stripped down to her stockings and heels, laid back on the coffee table and securely tied into position, blindfolded and exposed for all to see. Mistress had added the vibrator on a whim, she said that it “completed the piece”.
Nikki sensed the other guests in the room as they milled around her. She could smell their perfume, hear the low drone of their conversations or sudden laughter. She considered how strange it was to be at a party, yet so utterly removed from it. The mistress’ guests, all women, would occasionally touch her - stroke her tits, tease her nipples, but to them she was furniture, a purely aesthetic item to entertain. Nikki enjoyed being the centerpiece.
She became aware of a pair of guests standing beside her. They were whispering to each other, sometimes giggling. It was getting late, so they were probably drunk. Suddenly, she became aware of someone climbing onto the table with her, kneeling between her tied wrists. She felt warm skin brush against the skin of her upper arms and became aware of the room getting darker despite the blindfold. She inhaled and the musky scent of arousal filled her nose and throat, thrilling her. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue in anticipation.
As the warm pussy settled on her eager face, a distant part of her wondered how she’d come to live this strange, exhilarating life. Her nimble tongue began its work and she cast her mind back to a drab and wet Wednesday morning, in a dull downtown office block...
Chapter 1
Nikki’s meeting was at ten o’clock and she intended to be on time for it. She entered the elevator on the third floor where she worked and punched the button to take her up to the fifth, home of the HR department and old Mr Jenkins. She was alone in the elevator and took advantage of the brief moment to straighten her clothes. A quick glance behind her confirmed that the seams of her black stockings were perfectly straight. Hitching her skirt up ever so slightly, she revealed the briefest hint of stocking top and nodded to herself approvingly. As a final touch, she unfastened the top button of her tight, white blouse, revealing more cleavage than would be considered decent.
She looked herself over in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders in wavy tumbles, framing her face and chest. Her makeup was not at all subtle today - bright red lips that almost demanded attention. I look like a total slut! she thought and mentally high-fived herself.
The elevator reached the fifth floor and she stepped out into the corridor, heading left towards Jenkins’ office. Today was her annual performance review, and she intended to ace it. It was her fifth year at Cole Brothers Insurance, and her fifth such meeting with Pete Jenkins. She’d learned early on that Jenkins was a sad old man, divorced, lonely and desperate for attention, and she’d immediately started to take advantage of this.
Her performance at work, if she was perfectly honest, was mediocre at best, downright negligent at worst. Her time keeping was abysmal, her reports were third rate and she had no patience for clients and their stupid problems. But what she did have going for her, she had no problem admitting, was a killer body. With her long blonde hair, amazing tits and endless legs, she’d soon found that manipulating the men in the office to do wha
t she wanted was something she had no moral qualms about whatsoever.
Inexplicably to those she worked with, Nikki had gradually accumulated promotions and pay rises until she found herself in a position that demanded skills way in excess of her abilities. And this was thanks in no small part to her performance review meetings with Jenkins.
On Jenkins, she employed a particular kind of manipulation. She cast herself as the little-girl-lost, doe eyes and teary speeches plucking at his heartstrings, manipulating his fatherly instincts. At the same time, she behaved like the filthiest whore imaginable. She crossed and uncrossed her long legs, relishing the way his eyes crawled up and down her. She pushed out her tits, and sighed seductively. One year, she had deliberately dropped a pen and bent down to pick it up, her short skirt riding up her legs to reveal that she was wearing no panties. She’d stood to find Jenkins mopping his brow with his handkerchief and panting heavily. That was a good year for raises!
Sure, she felt kind of sorry for old Jenkins, but she figured that it was win-win. She got her raise and he got some prime material to jack-off to. Even so, she felt that she owed the old bastard something and had decided that this year she would offer to suck his cock. Nikki applauded herself for being so kind-hearted. Maybe next year she’d lick his asshole and ask for a car?
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She reached the door to Jenkins’ office and took a final deep breath, straightened her skirt and knocked.
To her surprise, there was no immediate answer. Jenkins never left his office as far as she could tell, he was always ready and available for their sessions. She shrugged and pushed her way in regardless. The office was the same as it had been for the last five years, and probably for much longer than that. Piles of paper were strewn around, filling every surface. Trade journals and books filled every shelf, overflowing onto the floor in many cases. It smelled musty and stale, the sad stink of a lonely old man thought Nikki. Jenkins’ desk, a shabby old artefact in the centre of the room, was empty. The old man was nowhere in sight.
Oh well, guess I’ll wait for him, thought Nikki and took a seat.
Five minutes passed and she considered leaving. Perhaps she’d been sent an email cancelling the meeting? She hadn’t checked her email that morning. In fact, she hadn’t checked it all week, now she came to think about it. She stood to leave just as the door to office opened. Nikki sat back down.
It wasn’t Jenkins that came through the door. Instead, an older woman strode briskly into the office. She was carrying a folder, clutched tightly to her chest. Nikki recognised the woman as Ms. Olivia Klein, one of the executives from the seventh floor. She had a fierce reputation as a ball-buster, a no-nonsense dyke who ate any men in her path and took her pick of the secretary pool when she felt like a break. She was older than Nikki by a decade or so, maybe in her mid thirties. She was dressed smartly, dark grey pant suit with low heels. Her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail and her make up was subtle, highlighting her high cheekbones and piercing eyes.
Nikki’s heart sank. Perhaps Jenkins had been replaced?
The woman made her way to the desk, never once speaking or looking at Nikki. She removed her jacket, placing it neatly on the chair back and sat down. Nikki watched as she opened the folder and began to skim the contents. Nikki coughed to get her attention, not entirely convinced that the woman had even noticed her.
The woman looked up, her icy stare causing Nikki to flinch slightly. She said nothing, but regarded Nikki intently.
“I’m uh here to see Mr Jenkins,” Nikki finally said.
“I know why you’re here Nikki,” the woman responded, “and I’m sorry to tell you that Mr Jenkins no longer works at Cole Brothers. There were certain, let’s say, irregularities in Mr Jenkins’ records and we were forced to terminate his contract.”
Oh brother, thought Nikki, I’ll need to sweet talk a new sad old man now. Her mood darkened.
“Oh, that’s a shame. Should I come back later when his replacement has been found?” Nikki asked, her tone the very picture of innocent charm.
“Actually Nikki, I have decided to take charge of your file personally.”
“Oh…” replied Nikki, her heart sinking.
“Nikki, I’ll be honest with you. I think you’re a waste of space. It is quite clear to everyone that you do essentially nothing in your role but that you’ve somehow risen to an inexplicably high position in the company. I have no clue what kind of a deal you had with Jenkins, whether you were fucking him or sucking his cock or what.”
Nikki was stunned by the forthright tone of the woman. She sank back in the chair, withering under the weight of her gaze. She suddenly felt very exposed, her tits and legs on display like a hooker and she wished she could cover herself up.
Ms. Klein continued, “To be quite clear Nikki, your career at Cole Brothers is over. I’m going to recommend your immediate termination. You will shortly be escorted from the premises by security.”
Nikki’s heart raced, this couldn’t be happening. This was supposed to be a slam-dunk meeting, a sure-fire raise and possible promotion! And now, suddenly, she was losing her job?
“Please, Ms. Klein, I need this job. I have a mortgage! Credit cards!” she pleaded, leaning forwards in the seat, her tits instinctively thrust forward. Suddenly the little-girl-lost routine was real. Nikki realised that she had no skills, no savings and no hope of a decent reference from Cole Brothers. She really needed this job!
“I’m sorry Nikki, but you have left me little choice. You have behaved like a slut, a common whore and sullied the good name of this company. That is my final word on the matter. Please leave now.” She turned back to her papers, picking up a pen to sign a form, completely ignoring Nikki.
Nikki was stunned, she opened her mouth to beg one more time, but realised that it was futile. She stood to leave, hitching her skirt down to a decent level as she did so. As she was reaching out to open the door, Ms. Klein spoke again. “Of course, perhaps we could come to some kind of arrangement…”
Nikki paused, relief washing over her. Perhaps she could use her charm to turn this one around? She turned back to face Ms. Klein. “Yes Ms. Klein, whatever you want, I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
Ms. Klein looked up at her, “I’m afraid it is too late for that Nikki. As I said, you have been terminated already. Your career is over and the company will see to it that you never work in this industry again.”
Nikki’s spirits fell.
“I had something more drastic in mind for you, given your obvious ... talents,” she gestured with her hand up and down Nikki’s body. Nikki felt self-conscious. “I want you to come and work for me Nikki.”
She furrowed her brow, confused by what Ms. Klein was saying, “I-I don’t understand. Work for you as what?”
“Well, you’ll come and work at my house as my maid. As well as keeping my house, you will provide certain services to me that seem uniquely suited to your abilities. I will of course pay you handsomely, far better than you are currently receiving. In return, I will expect total loyalty and obedience.”
“But, I’m not a maid! I’m a professional woman! I have a career, I’m not a … cleaner!” she spat, disgusted at the very idea.
Ms. Klein smiled, obviously enjoying her dilemma, “Actually Nikki, you’re nothing. You don’t have a career, you are a cheap whore with no money. I am doing you a big favour by making you this offer.” She stood and gathered her papers, quickly scrawling something on a post-it note. “But I realise you may need some time to think about it. Here is my address. You have until the time written on the paper to decide. If you choose to take me up on my offer, please be at my house promptly at this time. Bring only the clothes you are wearing at the time. If you decide that this is not for you, then I wish you luck. Good day Nikki.”
With that, she breezed out of the office, closing the door briskly behind her and leaving Nikki standing open mouthed and shellshocked.
Chapter 2
Nikki’s fina
l moments at Cole Brothers were undignified at best, humiliating at worst. As Ms. Klein promised, two burly men from security were waiting for her at her desk. They gave her five minutes to put her possessions in a box and then led her through the open plan office down to the lobby.
She could feel the weight of her co-workers glares on her. She hated most of them and was sure the feeling was mutual. They must be enjoying her downfall, she considered glumly. Some of them appeared to be smiling openly, and none of them made eye contact with her. It was only a few yards, but the walk to the elevator felt like ten miles. She clutched the half empty box to her chest and wished she could crawl inside it herself.
The security guards escorted her all the way to the street, pausing only to confiscate her security badge She soon found herself alone on the pavement, not entirely sure what to do next. She sighed, pulled herself together and took the subway home.
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That night, she sat alone in her house, bleary eyed and halfway through a bottle of wine. The house suddenly felt very big and empty to her, an unwise extravagance that she could never really afford. With the housing market crash, she was underwater on the property and couldn’t hope to pay off the mortgage by selling it. Worse, she was already falling behind on her payments, and that was before she even lost her job!
I’m screwed, she thought to herself and took another sip of wine. She needed a plan, and fast.
Her gaze fell on a piece of paper on the countertop, it was the piece of paper Ms. Klein had given her with her crazy offer. Nikki stared at it, initially reluctant to even pick it up. The offer was an insult. Her? A maid? Yeah, right. But as the night went on and Nikki realised the seriousness of her situation, she found herself thinking about the offer more and more.
It would certainly get her out of her current dilemma. She’d do a bit of cleaning, maybe some cooking. Perhaps Ms. Klein wanted her for more… personal duties. Nikki considered this. She’d never been with a woman before, but had often thought about it. Would she be willing to do this? She wasn’t sure. She finished her glass of wine and poured herself another.