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Story Codes: Teen male/Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Supernatural

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Lance Hayward

I stared at the landscape passing by as Mom drove us down the country road. We were an hour out of the city. It was rural. Farms with dairy cows munching on their cud. Sometimes a tractor just sitting out in a field. Houses from time to time.

Mom was driving with my little sister in the back of the car. The trunk bulged with suitcases. My backpack was down around my feet. More bags were in the back beside Kylie. The moving truck would be coming tomorrow.

It was surreal to be moving like this.

Surreal.

“There it is,” Mom said,” nodding to the left. I stared past her to see a thick hedge that seemed to stretch for forever down the road. “That’s it. Your Uncle… Your estate, Lance.”

I blinked at how long the hedges went. “This surrounds the property?”

“Every bit of it,” said Mom. “That’s what your dad used to say about it. He’d only been a few times.”

“I still can’t believe Uncle Mortimer has all this,” Kylie said. My little sister spoke my own thoughts. “A mansion? He had a mansion this close to where we lived. Why didn’t we ever visit?”

“He liked his privacy,” Mom answered. “I only met him on the day I married your father. I think it might have been the first time he’d left the mansion in years. Maybe the only time. Your father’s older brother was… eccentric. And those… that date of his… Well, I think she’s the woman running the estate. I think that’s the gate.”

I was about to ask about this woman, when my phone beeped with the text. I pulled it out and saw a text from my friend, Bella Miles. “You there yet?”

Mom turned off the road to a wrought iron gate that filled the break in the hedgerow. The mansion came into view. Three stories tall. Made of grayish stone with ivory creeping up the front in parts. It had rows of evenly spaced windows as it stretched to the right and left.

“Like something out of a horror movie,” Kylie said from the back seat.

I texted Bella, “Just arrived.”

“Can’t believe you own a mansion,” she answered. “Your uncle is nuts.”

“Yeah,” I whispered. I still couldn’t believe that this mansion was mine. I was seventeen. What right did I have to own a mansion? To be a billionaire. Uncle Mortimer, a man I had only heard about, had left his entire estate to me on a single condition.

I just had to live in the mansion, and I could never sell it. According to the lawyer, the provision in the will was well-written and very enforceable. So Mom, Kylie, and I have packed up to move in and claim my inheritance.

“Do you have the code to the gate?” asked Mom, flashing me a smile. It was a tad fragile.

Yeah, Kylie was right, this felt like a horror movie. A creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere left to me by an “eccentric” uncle that I had never met. It was either that or a Nigerian scam. But the mansion was real. The money, too.

We just had to live in Hayward Manor.

“It’s 1353,” I said. “Then the pound key.”

Mom punched in the code, each button press causing a beep, as she said, “Your father told me that his great-grandfather, Aleister Hayward, had the mansion brought over from England. Can you believe that? Took it apart stone by stone, and brought it here.”

“That’s insane,” I said as the gate creaked open. “You could build it fresh.”

Mom shrugged. “Your family is a little strange.”

“Dad wasn’t strange,” Kylie said.

“He was like the… black sheep of the family,” Mom said. “I think he wanted to get away from it all.” Mom glanced at me, her blonde hair framing her round face. She smiled at me, dimples appearing in her cheeks, her blue eyes gentle. “It’s your choice, Lance.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I don’t have to be a weirdo. I could do a lot of good with this money. So what if we have to live in a giant, creepy mansion in the middle of nowhere?”

“Bet it gets foggy here,” muttered Kylie. “Just rises off the moors and spills down over us, bringing evil. Like the Baskerville Hound.”

“Which was a prank,” Mom said. “And there are no moors around here. That’s back in England.”

Mom drove down the driveway, which was made of a crushed, white stone that stood in contrast to the green of the lawn. A washed-out green. Dark. Almost shadowy. I swallowed as the mansion came closer and closer. The street we lived on, a cul-de-sac two blocks long, could fit on this driveway and still not quite reach the front of the mansion. There, the driveway broke apart into a loop that let cars pull up before the mansion. A lane shot off down the side of the mansion. Maybe it led to a garage or something.

Just as we were pulling up, the twin doors of the mansion, each maybe twelve feet tall and fashioned of dark wood, opened. A woman stepped out wearing a French maid’s uniform. A very… scanty French maid’s uniform.

I blinked at the tall and leggy maid in white, thigh-high stockings held up by garters that vanished beneath her rather short and puffy skirt. Black with layers of ruffled lace peeking out. The dress fit her tight in the torso and cupped her large breasts which seemed about to overflow her bodice. My cock went to full stiffy at the sight of her. A golden garter encircled her left thigh just above the top of the stockings, a band of lacy cloth. Her black hair fell down her back, a maid’s cap perched on her head. She was a mature woman, a MILF-maid or something and…

I blinked. I could have sworn there was something shadowy behind her.

She stepped down the few stairs that led off the porch to where Mom stopped the car. The maid leaned over to peer into the car, her breasts almost presented to my gaze, big and soft. Her cleavage was incredible. Then her purple eyes caught my attention.

I had never seen eyes like hers. They brimmed with something… I had never encountered. A passion that made me shiver with the intensity of it.

“Wow, she’s dressed…” Kylie trailed off. “Don’t drool over her boobs, Lance!”

I swallowed as Mom chuckled. Then the maid opened the car door for me, straightening with such grace.

“Master Lance,” she purred, “how lovely it is to meet you.” She held out her hand to me.

I took it, feeling the warmth. How delicate her fingers were. I climbed out of the car. A spicy perfume washed around me. I breathed it in and felt relaxed. She darted her hand in to grab my backpack off the floor.

“This way, Master,” she said and strode ahead of me. Her skirt swayed, her hips rolling. The puffy layers of lace rustled as she climbed the two stairs onto the.

My mouth went dry as I followed her, Mom and Kylie getting out of the car behind me. My dick was so stiff in my pants. This woman was gorgeous. Breathtaking. Like, I knew some beautiful women in my life. My mom was pretty. Bella was a cutie. My aunt was pretty hot. Ms. Dorcea was a sexy teacher. Carla on the cheer squad, Felicity, Alice, Gloria, and my two cousins Deborah and Izzy were all sultry girls. But this woman…

I followed her into the mansion. It was a large entrance hall with a grand staircase that looked to lead up to the third floor. A crystal chandelier hung overhead with electric candles that caused rainbow lights to dance through the pieces. Doors led off both sides of the room, the walls covered in dark paneling. There was a strange statue in the corner of a woman with two big eyes. Bug eyes. She would be gorgeous save for that alien feature.

The maid turned around and set down my backpack. Then she curtsied to me, saying, “I am so pleased to meet you, Master Lance. I am Cali, the caretaker of Hayward Manor and your familiar maid.”

“Right, right, the lawyer mentioned I had to keep employing you as part of the deal,” I said.

“I come with the mansion,” she said and moved closer to me. “You own Hayward Manor, so you own me now, Master.”

She cupped my face and kissed me.

I froze at the feel of her hot lips on mine. My little sister gasped behind me. I stood frozen as this heat boiled my nuts. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That this woman was thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I groaned, relaxing into the kiss. I couldn’t help myself.

Her lips felt amazing. Her fingers were so soft on my face. Her purple eyes stared at mine. They filled my existence. I shuddered, feeling connected to her like I had never been with anyone. My crush on Bella paled in comparison to this connection.

My heart beat faster and faster as I felt like it was… syncing up with her.

“Mom,” gasped Kylie.

“She’s his maid,” said Mom, her voice almost dreamy. “It’s okay if they kiss.”

Then it happened. My heartbeat matched Cali’s. We were united. She closed her eyes at that point and inhaled as we kissed. I felt her drawing a breath out of my lungs. She quivered as she broke the kiss with me.

“A gift of saliva and breath,” she whispered. “A gift of life’s rhythm, the heat of passion. Now a gift of seed. The salt that plants vitality in the earth.”

She dropped to her knees before me, the spicy scent of her perfume lingering in my nose. Her hands squeezed my cock through my jeans. I gasped as Kylie darted up beside me, her black hair falling in pigtails around her face. She had our father’s hair. Mine was brown. Her blue eyes and round face were so much a younger version of Mom’s. Fourteen, she looked horrified.

“She’s groping him, Mom,” gasped Kylie.

“She is,” Mom said dreamily, moving up on the other side. She had a big smile on her face, her eyes slightly vacant. She breathed in deeply. “Mmm, what a lovely perfume.”

“What is going on?” I asked as Cali unfastened my jeans.

“Why, I am welcoming you to your estate, Master, and passing on ownership of it to you.” Her purple eyes flared bright as she unzipped my fly and yanked my jeans down. My cock tented my striped boxers. She tugged those down next. “Mmm, I must prove my subservience to you, Master, and you must perform your duty as my owner. It is a two-way street.”

My cock popped out of my boxers. My sister gasped while Mom kept smiling in that dreamy way of hers. Then Cali engulfed my cock. Her plump, red lips slid over my dick. I groaned at how great that felt. My dick throbbed in her mouth. A shiver ran through me as I experienced my first blowjob.

“Mom!” gasped Kylie then spun around, her cheeks burning red. “You can’t let him do that.”

“She’s his maid,” Mom said. She watched on. I stood there getting blown by Cali. She worked her mouth up and down my cock while Mom just… smiled. “She can suck his cock if he wants her to.”

“Mom!” Kylie squealed in disgust. “They can’t… She’s… This is wrong.”

“God, it feels so good,” I groaned, unable to stop myself.

“Pig!” Kylie hissed, her shoulders tensed. She was taking this… badly. Well, maybe that was how she should take such a surreal event. I didn’t know how to take it. I felt so bewildered. My head spun from all of this.

It was such a heady rush to have that warm, hot mouth sucking on my dick. Cali bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my dick. Her lips sealed about the shaft. Her tongue danced around the crown.

My balls twitched as I enjoyed this bliss I had never imagined a blowjob could feel this amazing. It was way, way better than jerking off. Masturbation had nothing on a real, live woman loving my dick with her mouth. My cock throbbed in her mouth.

I groaned as Mom kept watching. She had this soft smile that dimpled her cheeks, her blue eyes glazed over. She looked stoned or something. Which wasn’t like her. Maybe this was how she coped with me getting a blowjob before her.

“Damn,” I groaned, staring down at Cali working her mouth up and down my cock.

Her purple eyes shone with this intensity. I shuddered as they captivated me. Her hot mouth worked up and down my cock. She suckled on me, her cheeks hollowing. I swayed there, the world falling away from me save for those purple eyes.

She worked her head, her maid’s cap shifting. She suckled with such intensity. My balls twitched from the pressure of her hot mouth. Every time she nursed, my nuts tightened more. They brimmed with the cum I would fire into her mouth.

“Shit,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, Cali.”

She purred around my cock. She suckled with such hunger.

“You want it,” I groaned. “My cum.”

Her purple eyes gleamed with her desire.

The pressure swelled at the tip of my cock. That ache that needed to be released. I would cum so hard. I would flood her mouth with all my jizz. Just unleash all the spunk that I had in me. I would fire every bit of it had into her mouth.

She swirled her tongue around the crown of my dick. I gasped. The pressure in my nuts swelled even more. I was so close. I was about to cum. She nursed on me, drawing me to that moment of eruption. That powerful point when I would just burst.

“Fuck!” I groaned and erupted.

Shadows unfurled from her back.

I blinked as my cum fired out of my dick. Nothing there. I groaned as stars danced across my vision, rapture slamming through my body. I flooded her mouth with my cum. She groaned and gulped down my spunk, her purple eyes shining with delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned.

“That’s it,” Mom said softly. “That’s what your maid needs. Your seed.”

“That’s gross!” Kylie huffed even as she snuck a peek over her shoulder at me cumming in Cali’s hungry mouth. “Eww!”

The pleasure surged through me. Powerful jolts of ecstasy that slammed through my body as I unloaded every bit of my cum into the maid’s mouth. She purred between her swallows. She gulped down my cum, squeezing her purple eyes shut.

The floor vibrated beneath my feet. The crystals in the chandelier tinkled overhead as I fired more and more of my spunk into her mouth. I emptied my balls. Cali gulped it all down. I groaned as I fired the last blast of spunk.

I shuddered, hitting the peak of my rapture. She swirled her tongue around my cock and suckled out the last drops of jizz remaining in me. I shuddered in delight. My heart pounded in my chest as she slid her mouth off my cock.

“Wonderful, Master,” she groaned. “Thank you for the gift of your seed.”

“Uh, yeah,” I panted. “You’re, uh, welcome.”

She smiled and pulled up my boxers, putting my cock away. Then she drew up my jeans and fastened them and zipped up my fly. She smiled and rose, her big breasts jiggling in her bodice. They were so enticing.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” said my sister.

“Yes, yes, I remembered your uncle having maids with him at the wedding,” Mom said softly. “There were…”

“Five of them,” said Cali. “Now, shall we begin the tour of your new house, Master Lance?”

My phone beeped. I pulled it out and saw a text from Bella. “So, what’s your new house like?”

“There’s a maid,” I sent back, feeling so good. “She’s amazing.”

“A maid?” I could almost feel Bella being annoyed. “Is she pretty?”

“Yes,” I sent, knowing that Bella would be mad about that. But I didn’t care. I just felt amazing. I had a blowjob. Sure, Mom and my sister were present, but that didn’t change how amazing I felt right now. I could just float up to that chandelier.

Cali led the way, heading through the right door. It led to a hallway lined with paintings. Strange ones. Usually showed people in Victorian clothes having picnics or riding horses or dining in a mansion not unlike this one. But lurking in the shadows were strange things. Creatures with tentacles. Strange eyes. They felt…

Foul. Ugly. And they hated those people laughing and smiling and enjoying life.

“Creepy,” said my sister. “You have to get rid of these.”

“Is the entire mansion filled with such… art?” Mom asked.

“Oh, yes,” said the maid as she opened doors and pointed to rooms. We passed several parlors with antique furniture in them and fireplaces. All had more of the paintings. Some had busts of deformed humans or statues of mutated people.

They had animal parts or looked twisted in pain or madness. Despite the afternoon light spilling through the windows, a darkness lurked in the corners of the rooms. My skin crawled. I wasn’t sure a billion dollars was worth living here.

Soon, Kylie was clutching to my arm, shivering.

“They’re just painting and statues,” I said as we entered the ballroom. It was a large and empty space with chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. “Okay? Besides, I’m here to protect you.”

She stared up at me. “You are, aren’t you?”

I winked at her.

We worked our way back towards the entrance hall and went into the west wing. Here was the kitchen. It was big enough for a restaurant. My mother looked at it with wide eyes like she was finally rising out of her funk.

“This is…” She shook her head. “Overkill.”

“There’s a smaller kitchen in the apartments that you’ll be living in,” said Cali. “This is for when the place is fully staffed.”

“Staffed?” I asked.

“With your maids,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at me, her purple eyes sparkling. “It’s a tradition of the Hayward family to keep maids. Our uniforms have evolved with the times, but we have always served your family with pride. I find it quite the honor.”

“Uh, yeah, cool,” I said, not sure how to respond to that. I had never met anyone that spoke like this. It was strange. But so was the blowjob.

We used the stairs to reach the second floor. “This is mostly guest rooms,” she said. “And a few parlors and smoking rooms. There’s a billiards room and a cigar room.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “Just like the game clue. Are there secret passages?”

“Of course,” said Cali. “They’re the servant hallways. Narrow passageways for when you don’t want the staff being seen. Though, I doubt that will be a problem. This isn’t like the old days when parties were hosted and we had lots of guests. Times have changed.”

“True,” I said. “It feels… really wasteful to have all this space.”

“Oh, it’s important space,” she said as we passed a strange totem pole in a niche that looked… stained with soot. The animals all had a sinister cast to them. “Everything in this house is very important. It always must have a master and his maids. Always.”

“Okay,” Kylie said. “I hate this place. Mom.”

“Cali’s right,” she said, seemingly stoned again. “Master and his maid. Your father told me that. Haywards have a proud tradition.”

“Guardians,” said Cali. “That’s what Hayward means. A man who watches the walls. Be proud, Master Lance. And you, Kylie. You have that same noble blood in your veins. You can feel this place whispering to you, can’t you?”

“Yeah, telling me to get the fuck out,” Kylie muttered as she clung to me.

“And you, Master Lance?” asked Cali, her purple eyes glancing back at me.

I frowned. What did I feel? I glanced at the painting. At those strange shadows lurking in the corners. “I feel something… simmering.”

“Mmm, yes,” she said. “Master Mortimer’s death came at a precipitous moment. But you are here. Hayward Manor will continue on through you. I hope your seed is more fecund than your uncle’s.”

My cheeks warmed.

“God, she wants you to have babies,” Kylie said. “You don’t even have a wife.”

“No,” said Cali, “but such matters can be arranged. Your uncle had five wives but no heirs from any of them. It was a great disappointment.”

“God, and he still has this place with all the alimony he must have been paying to the ex’s,” said my little sister, shaking her head.

“I didn’t know he had any wives,” I said. “Mom?”

“No,” she said. “Just those five maids that he brought to the wedding.” She shuddered at a picture. “This art is creepy. But you say it’s important.”

“Each and every one of them,” said Cali as she led us down the hallway. The light fixtures, disguised as old-fashioned lanterns in sconces, gave the steady glow of electric lights. LED’s from their hue. So modern in a place so old.

We reached the third floor. “This has always been for the family. If you and your family had ever visited, you would have stayed in one of the suites here. It is also where the servant quarters are found.”

“The servants would sleep by us?” I asked. “I thought the English had their propriety.”

“They do, but the Masters of Hayward Manor have always had a close relationship with the serving girls and maids.” Cali winked over her shoulder at me.

“Is she implying that they were molesting all the maids,” my sister whispered.

“It’s not molesting if they’re willing and eager,” said Cali. “Did your father tell you nothing of your grandfather and his harem? They were quite the lively bunch of maids.”

“Grandfather had a harem?” gasped Kylie. “I never heard that! Dad never liked to talk about his side of the family much. I’m getting why. This was a mistake, Lance.”

“We’re here,” I said. “Maybe our quarters aren’t so… decorated.”

Cali reached a door that was more ornate than most and lay at the end of the hallway. “Here is the master suite. It is an apartment in and of itself with its own kitchen, two bathrooms, six bedrooms, a sitting room, and a living room.” She opened the door onto a small antechamber that had a tiny bed against the wall. “For the maid on duty to greet any visitors that might come in the night.”

Through this room, we came onto a sitting room. Which looked rather Victorian with a fireplace. No creepy pictures, though. Windows were looking out on the grounds. Through another door, we found a room that turned ninety degrees and appeared to be the east end of the house. A living room with more modern furniture. Couch, two recliners, a love seat, and a big-screen TV.

“Thank god for that,” I muttered.

The maid smiled. “Kitchen is at the end.” She pointed to another door. “That’s the hallway to the six bedrooms and the two bathrooms. They are, of course, for the master and his five maids. And me. But until your son chooses those five maids, you and your daughter, Mrs. Hayward, can each have your own.”

“And where do you sleep?” I asked.

“With the master, of course,” said Cali.

Kylie rolled her eyes. “Of course. This is getting so depraved. You got your own bang-maid with a mansion and a bunch of money. And I get to live here. Awesome.”

It was sort of awesome. But I didn’t say that.

“Now, I have the kitchen fully stocked on basic necessities. Drinks, snacks, and enough food for a few days worth of meals.” The maid smiled. “Mrs. Hayward, if you would like to start on dinner, your children and I can fetch your luggage. I am sorry for making you carry your own suitcase, Master, but we are short-handed.

“No, no, that’s fine,” I said.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go get our stuff,” muttered Kylie. “If the ghosts or hobgoblins haven’t taken them yet.”

“They only come out after midnight,” Cali said with a light tone. “And vanish by 3:33 AM.”

“Why 3:33 AM?” I asked. “That’s so specific.”

She glanced back at me as we headed through the suite, “It’s an old wives tale. That it is when evil is strongest in the world. They say Christ died at 3:33 in the afternoon. Before sunset and the Sabbath began. So the inverse is the time of evil.”

“Right, right,” Kylie said.

But there was something about this place. The paintings. The artifacts. I felt like I was in some H.P Lovecraft scenario. Though none of those stories came with a sexy maid with purple eyes—god, were those not contacts?—that wanted to fuck me.

I wanted to ask if she was serious about going to bed with me. I couldn’t help but get another hardon as I headed down the hallway then down the grand staircase to the entrance hall. We went out the doors. The car was still there. We unloaded the luggage, the trunk and back seat crammed with suitcases.

“Master Lance,” said Cali, “the carriage house is behind the house. Follow the driveway around it and park your car in there besides your new vehicles.”

“New vehicles?” I asked.

She nodded. “A limousine and a silver Porsche. He didn’t drive much in his later years and got rid of many of his vehicles.”

“Oh,” I said. “A Porsche. Damn.”

“And you can go buy yourself a Lamborghini with how rich you are,” Kylie said. “And buy me one for having to live here in Creepy McMurder Mansion.”

“Sure,” I said and drove Mom’s sedan around the corner. I found the carriage house and had to manually open the garage door. It had room for a dozen of vehicles. And, yes, there was a limousine and a silver Porsche waxed to a beautiful gleam.

I was in awe.

I entered the house through the back door and found my way to the entrance hall where the three of us, loaded down with luggage, headed up the stairs. Soon, we had dropped everyone’s luggage off in the rooms. I was given the last bedroom, the master bedroom. Kylie took the one next to mine with Mom beyond hers. All tucked away nice and safe. Each room had windows looking onto the back of the grounds.

There was a foggy forest out there, of course.

Mom made chicken and steamed vegetables for dinner. We sat around the small dining table in the kitchen. It could fit eight or so people. So maybe not small, but compared to the rest of the house, and some of the dining halls we’d passed, it was.

After dinner, we retired to the couch to watch some TV. We had satellite, internet, and I soon had us logged in on the TV to Amazon, Hulu, Disney Plus, and Netflix accounts. Just like back home. I sipped the soda that Cali had brought me.

She hovered around us, making sure that we were all taken care of. A drink ran low, she would fetch another. She popped popcorn for us to snack on as we watched the latest Marvel movie. The Eternals was just god-awful. I hoped Spider-Man would be better. I’d been hearing great things about it.

I yawned and stretched as the credits rolled.

“Would you like to retire for the night, Master?” Cali asked, this hot gleam in her eyes.

My cock hardened as I realized what she meant. “Yes.” I stood, so ready to lose my virginity. “Yes, I would.”

My maid offered me her hand. I liked thinking of her like that. My maid. It was such an exciting prospect. My cock was so hard. Just throbbing with such force. I couldn’t believe how much I ached to take this woman to bed.

“Are they going to…?” Kylie asked.

“Yes,” Mom said in that dreamy voice. “Mmm, it’s beautiful that when a maid and her Master make love, Kylie. Just a thing of beauty. Be happy for them.”

“Great, and I picked the bedroom next to Lance’s,” Kylie muttered, arms folded across her slender chest. The fourteen-year-old girl pouted. “I hope the walls aren’t thin.”

“Sorry,” I said as Cali led me down the hallway, my cock throbbing. “Hey, what’s up with my Mom? She’s out of it all day.”

“She doesn’t have Hayward blood nor is she a maid wearing a garter,” said Cali. “The mansion is affecting her. Relaxing her. She accepts that you and I, plus you and your other maids, will be having all the hot and kinky sex we can.”

My dick lurched. “Hot and kinky sex? Christ.”

She glanced back at me. “This is your heritage as the Master of Hayward Manor. You will fill these halls with your maids. They will love you, and you will love them for you are a good man. You will treat those you own with care.”

“Own,” I groaned as Cali opened the door to my bedroom.

“You own me, Master,” Cali said as we entered the dark room. The only light spilled through the open windows framed by heavy, velvet drapes. The bed lay in the middle of the room, a four-poster that seemed bigger than a king. Too big for one person.

Or even two.

“You claimed me, remember,” she said and flipped on the switch. The light was still soft despite the brilliance of the LED bulbs in the lantern sconces. “Mmm, your saliva, your breath, your heartbeat, and your seed. I’m yours, Master. Command me.”

“Strip,” I commanded, my cock so hard. This was so unbelievable. Bella would hate me if I ever told her I had a hot maid. My best friend would get so jealous. “I want to see you naked.”

She smiled. “I know I’m your first. In the flesh. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty on the internet.”

“Plenty.”

She reached behind her and unzipped her uniform. She then wiggled it down. Her breasts spilled out. I groaned at seeing my first pair of live, naked tits. They were big and soft. They swayed before her. My cock throbbed with excitement.

“Holy shit,” I gasped at her hard, pink nipples thrusting from her large tits. They swayed, rippling from her motion as she pushed the uniform off her hips. “Oh, my fucking god. I can’t believe this. I… I…”

“Am yours,” she said. “Your Familiar Maid.”

Her maid’s uniform puddled around her feet. She wore no panties, either, her flesh shaved bare. Her slit tight. Virginal tight despite being my mother’s age. She still wore the thigh-high stockings and a white garter belt around her waist. The golden garter clung to her upper, left thigh.

She sauntered to me, her hips swaying, and her breasts… God, the way her breasts moved was hypnotic. I could just stare at those all day long. They were so magnificent to see. My cock throbbed in my jeans as she reached me.

I reached out my hands for them then stopped. She smiled and took them gently and pulled them to her breasts. “You own me, Master Lance. The Haywards have owned me since the first seed was spilled into the darkness. The first promise made to be the watchers.”

“What?” I asked then gasped as my hands cupped her breasts. They were soft and heavy. They were so warm. I squeezed them. A shiver ran through me. I swallowed. I was in awe of what I held in my hand. Awe. This was such an amazing delight.

Questions vanished as I squeezed my first pair of tits. I massaged them. She groaned, her face twisting in delight. She shuddered as I massaged them. I loved their weight. I swept out my thumbs and brushed her nipples.

“Master Lance,” she moaned as I massaged them. “Yes, yes, I am yours. Enjoy my delights. Like Adam did with Eve in the Garden.”

“Fuck,” I groaned and ducked my head down. I swallowed her nipple. I suckled on her with passion. She gasped, her nipple feeling so wonderful in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her. I nibbled, savoring the feel of her nipple in my mouth.

She moaned, almost a feline purr, as I suckled on her. I squeezed her breasts. I kneaded both her tits as I loved this delight. I savored this passion. My cock was so hard. It was such a thrill to enjoy her like this.

I squeezed her tits, kneaded them. I loved the feel of them in my hand. My fingers swept out and brushed her nipples. I rubbed at them. My thumbs dug into her flesh. I massaged her. She gasped as I did that.

“Master Lance,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re making my pussy so wet. Yes, yes.”

Her pussy… God, I could eat her pussy. I could just fall to my knees and lick and lap at her snatch. Just make her cum on my mouth. That was something that I could do. That was so insane, but this was the reality that was before me.

Dick throbbing, I ripped my mouth off her nipple and dropped to my knees. I stared at her shaved cunt. I breathed in that spicy perfume and realized it was her hot cunt I had been smelling. She was so wet for me. Her juices ran down her thighs.

“Master Lance,” she groaned. “Feast on me. Please, please, love me. I need you, Master Lance!”

I stared in awe at the maid’s tight slit. She had such a beautiful pussy. Just gorgeous and wondrous to stare at. I licked my lips as I breathed in again. That wonderful musk filled my nose. That heady aroma of a woman’s arousal.

I bruised my face into her snatch.

I shuddered at the kiss of her juicy pussy on my mouth. I savored that wonderful feeling on my lips. I licked out. My tongue stroked through her folds. She gasped as I did that. She trembled, her entire body quivering as I licked and lapped at her twat.

My tongue savored the wonderful taste of her. I reveled in the flavor of her spicy cream. She groaned, her big boobs jiggling above me. Her purple eyes gleamed with delight as she stared down at me. She smiled at me as I lapped and lapped at her pussy.

I feasted on her. My tongue stroked through her folds. I licked and lapped at her with such hunger. I feasted on her. It was incredible to just slide my tongue through her pussy and hear the moans spill from her lips.

“Master,” she groaned with such pure passion. “Yes, yes, just like that, Master.”

She shuddered against me. I licked at her with hunger. I lapped at her with everything that I had. I savored her spicy juices. They tasted so wonderful. I reveled in them. She shuddered, her juices spilling over my chin.

I loved how she quivered. How she whimpered. It was such a delightful thing to hear. Her boobs swayed over me as I thrust my tongue into her pussy. My dick throbbed in my jeans and boxers. I would soon be in her.

Fucking her.

“Master Lance,” she moaned as my tongue swirled around in her snatch. “Oh, yes, yes, Master Lance, that’s so amazing!”

I savored the spicy flavor of her pussy. She squeezed her cunt down around my flesh. Her hips bucked, smearing her hot folds over my flesh. I thrust my tongue into her cunt and danced it about in her. I loved the flavor of her.

The texture. The feel of her. I couldn’t wait until I was in her. I would fuck her so hard. I would revel in being in her pussy. She would gasp out in delight as I pumped away at her. She would just cry out with such rapture. It would be amazing.

“Master! Master!” she moaned as I flicked up to her clit. Girls liked this, right? “Oh, yes, yes, right there, Master Lance!”

My tongue stroked over her flesh. I loved the feel of her nub against my tongue. I suckled on her. I nibbled. She gasped out in ecstasy. Her back arched, thrusting her big tits forward. Her hand grabbed the back of my head.

“Yes!” she squealed.

A flood of spicy juices gushed out of her pussy. She squirted her passion as she climaxed. I groaned, drinking this wonderful bounty. It was such a delight to bathe in her cunt juices. They ran over my chin and cheeks. They spilled over the sides of my face. I loved every moment of this. I savored every second of her passion.

I drank down the juices gushing out of her. I reveled in them as she moaned. Her passion filled the room. It was such a hot thing to hear. I loved every moment of it. I gave her this bliss I made her squeal in delight.

“Oh, Master!” she moaned, her hand relaxing on the back of my head. “Oh, that was wonderful!”

“Now we’re going to…” I said, my dick throbbing.

“Mmm, let’s get you naked so you can make love to me,” she moaned. “I’m so eager to be speared by your big dick, Master Lance.” She winked a purple eye at me.

“Yes!” I growled and rose to my feet. I ripped off my shirt as she attacked the button of my fly. She fell to her knees as I threw my t-shirt on the floor.

She ripped open my fly and tore down my jeans and boxers. She licked at my cock as it sprang out hard, her tongue dragging up the tip. She pulled my pants down to my feet. I stepped out of them as she rose.

I threw my arms around her, pulling her against me. My lips, covered in her spicy juices, melted to hers. She groaned, kissing me with such passion. Our tongues danced together. It was quite the delight to experience. I kissed her with such hunger as I pushed her towards the bed.

I was so eager for my first time. I wanted to bury my cock into her pussy. Just plunge into her depths. I was so eager for it. So ready to fuck her hard. I wanted to pound into her with such hard strokes.

She hit the bed and fell back on it, breaking our kiss.

Her big boobs bounced and trembled as she squirmed on her back. She stared up at me with these hot eyes. Molten with purple lust. I grinned at her as she spread her thighs open in wanton invitation. She shuddered on the dark sheets, writhing with feline hunger.

“Take me, Master Lance!” she moaned, a trick of the light making it seem like shadows spread out from across the bed. “I’m yours! Your Familiar Maid!”

I threw myself on her. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her pussy. She rubbed me into her hot flesh. She worked me up and down. That felt incredible. I shuddered at how amazing that was. I savored it.

Then she pressed me into her pussy. I groaned at that. I loved the feel of her doing that. It was a wild delight to feel a woman’s cunt against my dick. This was it. It wasn’t Bella taking my virginity. I felt a little bad about that, but we had never gone past being friends.

I thrust into Cali’s pussy.

Her hot flesh engulfed me. This wonderful, juicy, amazing pussy swallowed my cock. I groaned at how wondrous that twat felt swallowing my dick. Inch after inch of my cock sank into her twat. I shuddered at the passion of it. The wondrous delight of having her cunt engulf my cock. It was the most incredible sensation in the world.

“Yes!” I groaned as I bottomed out in her. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. Fuck, Cali!”

“Mmm, you are so hung,” she moaned. “Hayward men always are.” She smiled at me. “Now just let your instincts guide you.”

“Yes,” I groaned and drew back my hips.

She shuddered, squeezing her cunt down around my dick. I gasped at that silky massage caressing my dick. It was an amazing delight. I loved every second of it. I buried into her pussy again and again. I thrust hard into her. I fucked her with such passion.

I plunged into her cunt with such force. I plowed into her with all the delight that I had. It was an amazing moment to be in her. A wonderful experience to have that hot pussy gripping me. Massaging me. I fucked into her with powerful strokes.

It felt so right to pump away with everything that I had while she held me. Her arms and legs wrapped about my body. I reveled in her embrace, her pussy tight about my dick, her soft breasts and hard nipples rubbing into my chest. I stared into her purple eyes.

“Master Lance!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my cock. “Oh, Master Lance, you’re going to make me explode. Just burst with all that passion. That’s incredible. Oh, I love this so much!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Holy shit, this is awesome!”

She smiled at me as I drilled my dick into her pussy. I fucked into her with such force. Such powerful thrusts. I plowed to the hilt in her. She groaned, her cunt gripping my cock. She held me tight. She massaged me with that wonderful flesh.

I loved every moment of fucking into her. I reveled in it. I plowed deep and hard into her cunt. I fucked her with such passion. She groaned, gripping her twat around me. She held me tight as I plowed into her, the pressure growing and growing in my nuts.

That need to cum.

Her hot pussy massaged me.

The ache swelled at the tip of my dick.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned. “Cali!”

“Master Lance!” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on my cock. The pressure in my nuts neared their bursting point as I plunged into her juicy pussy. “I love your dick!”

“I love your pussy! Fuck!”

I buried into her and gasped as her pussy went wild around my cock. She convulsed as she squealed, “Cum in me, Master! Please, please, cum in me!”

Hearing those words ignited a wild fire in me. I groaned and buried to the hilt in her pussy. I slammed deep and hard into her and groaned. I erupted into her snatch. I fired blast after blast of my cum into her seed.

I shuddered on her, bucking as the pleasure slammed through my body and crashed into my mind. Ecstasy like I had never felt engulfed me. Her pussy writhed around my dick, suckling out the cum that I ejaculated into her fertile depths.

“Yes, yes, yes, Cali!” I groaned, filling my maid with my passion.

“Oh, Master,” she moaned. Her pussy milked my cock. She worked out the jizz that brimmed in my nuts. I flooded her with everything that I had. “Oh, Master, that’s it. That’s so good.”

“Yes!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

My cum rushed out of me. I shuddered as more rapture surged through my body. I flooded her with everything that I had. It was an amazing rush. I savored every minute of it. Every last second of this passion crashing through me.

I groaned as her pussy milked out all that cum. It was an incredible rush. I panted on her. I quivered there, loving this moment. She held me tight, her hands sliding up and down my back. She breathed into my ear.

“Mmm, wasn’t that just wonderful, Master,” she moaned. “Imagine having a whole harem of maids that you can enjoy like that.”

“That would be nice,” I groaned and rolled off her, my cock sliding out of her pussy.

“Not just nice,” she purred, “but necessary.” She rose from the bed, naked and flushed. Her black hair fell down her back. A run marred one of her stockings while my cum leaked out of her pussy and ran down her inner thighs. She went to a cabinet and opened it. She then grabbed a box made of a red-stained wood.

She brought it to me. I set up, blinking in confusion. The aromatic scent of cedar filled my nose as she opened it. Inside were five garters, like the lacy band she wore on her leg, only these ones were silver, pink, light-blue, red, and yellow.

“You give a woman or girl one of these garters, and they will be bound to you,” she purred. “Owned by you, like I am. Your maid. Your five chief maids, each with a different role to serve you. To love you.”

“Owned?” I asked. “I just give it to them and they, what, are under my spell?” I chuckled.

“Yes,” she said. “Their will bound to yours. They will be forever happy serving you.” She touched the silver one. “This is for the ‘Mommy Maid’. The healer and nurturer. I recommend your mother for the role since she already has the disposition for it.”

“What?” I gasped. “You want me to enchant my mother to be my maid?”

“And lover,” purred Cali. “Incest has long been a tradition of the Hayward family. The bloodline must be kept as pure as possible. Now… Go to her room, hand her this garter, and enjoy the delights that only a mother can give her son.”

Cali placed the silver garter in my hand. It tingled with power. “Fuck.”

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