Lance Hayward
I pulled my cock out of her anal sheath while she whimpered on the desk, satiated. I grinned, feeling such a huge surge of pride. I had made her cum hard. I turned around, my cock waggling to see things were so naughty.
Mrs. White and Alice were both squirming in their sixty-nine while Veronica threw back her head and came on Ms. Docea's mouth. She must have been cleaning up my cum, the naughty teacher. I loved it.
Bella sauntered up to me with a naked Gloria following. The Hispanic girl, her lips smeared in pussy cream, wore her green garter with pride. Her conical tits quivered. She had a triangle of black hair pointing down at her shaved pussy lips.
"Master, let me clean your dick off," purred Gloria. She dropped to her knees in such a loving way. Just like a wife, or a concubine, should with her husband. She kissed the tip of my cock then slid her lips down it.
"Damn," I groaned. "Oh, damn, that's good."
"I know," Bella purred. She snuggled up to me. She pushed against me, her maid's uniform rippling. "So, you like my three choices."
"Yes, I do," I groaned as I savored that hot mouth working up and down my cock. She polished me with her passion. "You made some awesome choices. Thank you."
She kissed me.
I slid my hand down and ducked beneath my Maid-Wife's skirt. I felt her love as I squeezed her rump. My dick throbbed in Gloria's mouth. She worked her mouth up and down my cock with such passion, nursing me clean.
What a wonderful life this was.
Just a fantastic one to own all these sexy maids. I would enjoy every moment of being the Master of Hayward Manor. I had no doubts that everything would be protected. That we would keep the world safe.
I had no doubts at all. It was a heady feeling to enjoy, but one I was glad to enjoy.
I kissed my wife for a few more moments then broke it to smile out at the other maids. Mrs. White and Alice were quivering through their climax while Ms. Docea made out with Veronica. Mrs. Johnson rose on the other side of me.
"Okay class, well, it looks like you'll be needing a new teacher, so be good for them. You were all amazing!"
I smiled, thrilled to be the Master of Hayward Manor.
***
Maria Hayward
With everyone off to recruit maids and get an education, it was up to Cali, my daughter Angela, and me to clean the house. We needed more help, but that would start to change. Those maids that were recruited would have to be on cleaning duty.
For a while.
Once things got situated, it would be different. Me and my daughters would take care of providing the food while the main cleaning would fall to my sister Nancy and her maids. Ms. Docea would work on research and gather intelligence, Kylie would make sure that our Master was taken care of, and Bella would see that the was protected.
Of course, we would all pinch in to help in other places, but that was family. We all had our chores, but we helped each other out.
"Okay, I'm ready to begin!" Angela said, her round boobies jiggling in her maid's outfit. She had her cleaning supplies. "I'll take this floor!"
"Of course," I said. "I'll take the ground floor. Cali, the second floor."
"Yes," purred the purple-eyed maid. She smiled like a cat. "That sounds perfect."
I hummed as I gathered my stuff and headed down the grand staircase. I reached the bottom and made sure I cleaned that naughty mutt's painting. I didn't want that horrible creature to get out again. Poor Lynette. She almost was killed.
I scrubbed hard on the painting then polished the Hagazim's frame to a gleam.
I worked down the hallway toward the kitchen. I would soon have to use that grand one to make the food for everyone, and we'd eat in the big dining hall. All us maids and our Master having a scrumptious meal. It would be amazing.
I pictured it as I worked down the bizarre pictures. I passed that painting of the horrid, six-legged creature with tentacles reaching up to the ceiling. I scrubbed on a statue of a misshapen lump in that vaguely resembled a man.
They were all so macabre. A woman in a pink looking elegant and demure save her mouth was large and round and full of teeth. I shuddered at the sight. In another was a bloated fly with three compound eyes, all green and nasty. It was crawling over a screaming woman.
My skin crawled.
On and on. I scrubbed them all until I came to a statue of a busty woman by the base of the servant stairs. She was beautiful even with those sharp teeth and dark eyes. I started to rub at her breasts, sliding my oiled cloth over her tits until her boobs gleamed.
Her nipples sparkled.
I swayed there. My arms slid around the statue. I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. I trembled, working against her mouth. Just so gorgeous. My pussy clenched. Juices dripped down my thighs. I quivered there, my tongue probing into her mouth, feeling those sharp--
"Mom!"
I gasped and stepped back, blinking. This fogginess washed over my mind for a moment. I breathed heavily, gripping an oil rag in my hand. What was I doing? My daughter stepped down the stairs.
"Mom, I'm out of painting cleaner," she said, a bright smile on her cute face. "Where can I get more?"
"Oh, right," I said. "Um, this way."
Why was I so wet?
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