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Main Characters

Lance Hayward: New Master of Hayward Manor.
Cali: The purple-eyed maid with a mysterious past. Has the Golden Garter.
Maria Hayward: Lance’s mother. Has the Silver Garter and is his Mommy-Maid.
Kylie Hayward: Lance’s little sister. Has the Pink Garter and his Little Sister Maid.
Ms. Lynette Docea: Lance’s history teacher. Has the Light-Blue Garter and is his Teacher-Maid.
Nancy Heres: Lance’s aunt and mother’s sister. Has the Red Garter and is his Aunt-Maid.
Bella Miles: Lance’s best friend. Has the Yellow Garter and is his Maid-Wife.

The Daughter Maids – Bronze Garters
Angela Hayward: Lance’s daughter with his mother.
Virginia Hayward: Lance’s second daughter with his mother.

The Virgin Maids – Pink Garters
Brenda: Student
Janiqua: Student
Tabitha: Kylie’s best friend

The Wise-Maids – Gray Garters
Asuka: Student
Mrs. Johnson: Teacher
Mrs. White: Principal
Sister Martha Ruth: Nun at St. Theresa

The Slut-Maids – Orange Garters
Alisha: Shop girl
Deborah: Aunt Nancy’s eldest daughter.
Izzy: Aunt Nancy’s youngest daughter.
Seo-Yun Choe: Masseuse at Happy Touch Massage Parlor

The Concubine-Maids – Green Garters
Alice: Student
Carla: Cheerleader
Felicity: Student
Gloria: Student
Mrs. Miles: Bella’s mother
Opal Kenning: Bride going to marry Clint Hartford.
Veronica: Student

Other Characters

Abigail Wright: Curator at the Museum of Neolithic History
Aleister Hayward: Brought the manor from England to America
Ashley: Student
Clint Hartford: Groom going to marry Opal Kenning
Coach Richards: Teacher
Deidre: Attends First Baptist
Daffodil: Attends First Baptist
Derrick: Rick Reynold’s best man, banging his bride.
Ji-Woo Im: Runs Happy Touch Massage Parlor
Lana: Attends First Baptist
Mortimer Hayward: Lance’s dead uncle, previous owner of Hayward Manor.
Mr. Carter: Teacher
Mr. Jordan: Teacher
Mrs. Kenning: Mother to Opal
Pita: Attends First Baptist
Rashimi: Attends First Baptist
Rick Reynolds: Groom goign to marry Rita Carlyle.
Rita Carlyle: Bride going to marry Rick Reynolds. Cheating on him with his best man.
Sister Shannon Ester: Nun at St. Theresa, killed by Malevolence
Ursula: Attends First Baptist
Young-Ja Choe: Masseuse at Happy Touch Massage Parlor
Zeta: Attends First Baptist

The Imprisoned

The Gizzamuluke
The Hagazim
Lady Smiles
The Maggotborn
Malevolence
The Misshapen
The Ripper
Smiles
The Seductress
The Stalker
The Twin
The Weeper
The Woods

Ms. Lynette Docea

I arrived at the Museum of Neolithic History. It occurred to me that an expert in the earliest beliefs of mankind might hold some clue on the Otherworld and the beings that become the Imprisoned. They could have been in existence longer than mankind.

Perhaps there was some clue to their origin. A chthonic bit of lore that I didn’t know about.

I stepped out of my car in my maid’s uniform. My skirts swished as I strutted on my heels. I felt so sexy in my outfit, my big boobs bouncing in the low-cut top. My red hair swished around my shoulders, adding a splash of color.

The bored woman at the ticket booth glanced at me. She didn’t so much as bat an eyebrow at my outfit. “Our credit card machine’s down. Cash only.”

“I’m here on Hayward Manor business,” I said, speaking clearly and looking her right in the eye.

“Then go on in,” she said, hardly caring. She waved her hand to the door.

I opened it and stepped into the museum. I took in a deep breath as the center of the room was full of wax sculptures of humans in their hunter-gatherer phase. It was an exhibit on the Kennewick culture found back west in Washington State. It was one of the most ancient human cultures ever found in North America.

But that wasn’t why I was here. I had to find one of the curators. I flicked my gaze around, seeing shelf after shelf of artifacts dug up around North America.

I moved through the museum, trying not to be distracted by all the sights to behold. It was all so fascinating, but I was here for a reason. I had to remember that. I had to find a beautiful woman who had the knowledge I needed.

“You’re early today,” said a polite voice. “Even for a Saturday, it’s a tad unusual.”

I turned to see a young woman in a pair of khaki pants and a blue blouse. She had a certain scholarly air about her. “Are you a curator?”

“I am.” She smiled. “Putting some of my schooling to work.”

“Oh, wonderful,” I said. “It’s good to know all that college wasn’t wasted.”

“A bit.” She shrugged. “While I have a Ph.D. in Aboriginal Mythologies, my focus was on Mesoamerica, not North America, but… I have studied the beliefs of most of the indigenous peoples of the Americas.”

“Wonderful,” I said, looking her up and down. She was blonde and with glasses, which gave her an additional cuteness. She had a nice figure. Athletic. A touch of Nordic blood, perhaps. “I’m Lynette, and I think I might have a job offer for you, uh…”

“Abigail,” she said, frowning. “Abigail Wright. But a job…? I mean, I did just start here. It would be weird to quit a job. I don’t even know who you are or who I would be working for.”

“Hayward Manor,” I said and unslung the pack I had brought in. I opened it up, pushed aside the strap-on dildo in there, and pulled out a cedar box. I opened it and drew out a gray garter.

Her eyes went unfocused for a fraction of a second. “So, how’s this for an offer.”

“Yes!” she gasped. She was definitely fresh out of grad school. Still young enough to have that girlish enthusiasm. She bounced up and down even as she started unbuttoning her light-blue blouse. She did not need that any longer.

She slipped out of her blouse, a big smile on her lips. She looked so happy. And that was what I wanted to see. Her happy. So ready to just join the harem as one of Master Hayward’s maids. Her joy was just outstanding.

She wore a white bra that cupped her round breasts. She reached behind her, twisting as she did to take off her bra. I arched my eyebrow at the Wild Bitch tramp stamp she had. The words were wrapped in barbwire.

“My, that’s interesting,” I said as she unhooked her bra, baring them for any to see.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered. “I, uh, was once a nineteen-year-old sorority sister. It’s so embarrassing. I was so super drunk, and it was my first time being a sister. We just got done with the spring pledge and all, and we went out and… Now I have a memory to last a life time.”

“Yes, you do,” I said with amusement wondering if Nancy would have also wanted to recruit her.
But she was my sort of maid. Who cared if she was a slut or not. Her mind was important. She just had to be attractive. Master Hayward needed a certain caliber of beauty serving him no matter what.

She kicked off the flats she wore and peeled off her socks. She unfastened her khakis. She had a pair of dark-red panties on, but the sort that came in a pack of Hanes. Comfortable to wear, not sexy. She peeled both off.

If she kept herself shaved in her wilder days of five or six years ago, she no longer did. She had a trimmed bush of golden curls that didn’t do much to hide her pussy lips. She was dripping wet, of course. So excited to be Master Hayward’s.

I held up the gray garter as she stepped out of her clothes. Abigail lifted her left, trembling. “I feel like Cinderella about to receive the glass slipper. I know it’ll fit, but…”

“Still afraid your prince won’t want you,” I said. “But he will. Master Hayward will love you. He loves us all.”

“I know,” she purred as I slipped the garter over her leg. She gasped. Goose pimples raced up her shaved legs. “Oh, my, there’s power in that. Real power. Magic’s so real.”

“It is,” I said, rolling the garter up her calf and past her knee. I pushed it up to her mid-thigh. She quivered in delight. She was his. I had found him a beauty. A big smile spread on my lips as I reached into my backpack.

I pulled out the strap-on and stepped into it. I worked it up my legs, the shaft nearly as big as our Master’s cock. She flicked her lips as she watched me pull it up and up my thighs. Her round breasts quivered. Behind her, a few people were browsing the museum.

None of them cared about this. It was Hayward Manor’s business. The magic made sure we weren’t interfered with. There were so many mysteries to unravel. I hummed as I seated the dildo against my clit, the harness wrapped around my waist. My skirt piled around the base.

It was just perfect for fucking her with. I grinned at her.

She trembled and nodded. She turned around and grabbed a glass display case. She thrust out her pert ass. Her juices dripped from the end. I moved up behind her, my dildo just so ready to ram into her and fuck her hard.

I pushed right into her folds, the pink tip nuzzling apart her cuntlips. She quivered as I gripped her naked hips. I loved the feel of her warm skin beneath me. I thrust to the hilt in her snatch, the base of the dildo rubbing on my clit.

“Oh, Lynette,” she moaned as I plowed to the hilt in her pussy. “Oh, I am so glad to serve Master Hayward! I’ll be such a good maid for him!”

“Yes, you will,” I purred, sliding my hands up her hips. I enjoyed the silkiness of her skin. I felt her ribs before I found her round tits. I squeezed them and drew back the dildo. “You are going to make such a spectacular maid for him!”

“Thank you! I won’t let either of you down!”

I believed her.

I squeezed those lush tits of hers as I pumped away at her. I fucked her cunt with the dildo, my clit bursting with sparks. It felt incredible to fuck her with my passion. I loved it so much. I fucked her twat with powerful thrusts.

Her moans gasped through the museum. The guests were passing around us, examining the exhibits as I fucked into her twat. I pounded her cunt over and over again. I loved the way she gasped and moaned. She had such an amazing gasp. She whimpered and moaned as I pumped away at her with everything that I had.

“Lynette!” she moaned, her boobs jiggling in my hand. Her butt-cheeks rippled from my crotch smacking her rump. “Oh, wow, that’s so good! Ooh, you’re just amazing! I love this toy!”

“Enjoy,” I purred, my clit throbbing with delight.

My uniform rustled around me as my boobs bounced and jiggled, almost popping out. I squeezed her boobs. I loved kneading them as I fucked into her snatch over and over again with the dildo. The base massaged my clit and pussy lips.

My orgasm swelled with my every plunge into her cunt. I loved this. I savored fucking into her pussy with all that I had. I rammed into her again and again. She whimpered and moaned as I fucked her. She wiggled her hips back and forth as I hammered her twat.

“Lynette!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, she’s fucking me so hard!”

The man examining the case she gripped nodded absently to her.

“Just going to make me cum! I love being one of Master Hayward’s maids! Lynette! Lynette!”
I loved her enthusiasm. I fucked her cunt with hard strokes. I buried the dildo over and over into her twat. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch again and again. I savored using this strap-on dildo on her pussy. It was a lot of fun to hammer her.

The pressure in my cunt swelled with each stroke. It built and built in my pussy. I hurtled toward my orgasm. I rushed right for that big burst of pleasure that would explode through me. I groaned, pumping away hard and fast at her. I thrust to the hilt in her snatch.

“I’m going to burst,” she moaned. “I’m going to explode over and over again. Ooh, that’s so good. I love this so much. I love it a lot! Yes, yes, that’s amazing!”

“Don’t hold back,” I whimpered, my pussy juices trickling down my thighs. My clit loved the dildo’s base. The pressure swelled every time I thrust into her. “Cum, Abigail!”

“I will!” she moaned as I thrust to the hilt in her. “Oh, yes, yes, I love this so much! I adore it! Lynette!”

Her body bucked as she climaxed. A big smile spread on my lips. I was so thrilled to have fucked her to this point. To have pounded her to this wonderful climax. My cunt clenched as I buried the dildo to the hilt in her snatch.

I burst with delight. My orgasm exploded in my pussy. My cunt writhed, my pussy juices gushing down my thighs. I loved the hot flood soaking the tops of my thigh-high stockings. I shuddered here, my face contorting with all this passion. It was a fantastic moment to enjoy this passion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, God, that’s good. That’s so good!”

“It is!” whimpered Lynette.

I kneaded her tits as the pleasure swept through me. It was so freeing having all that bliss washing through me. Just fantastic rapture to experience. I shuddered, my boobs bouncing in my blouse. The waves of delight swept through me.

She turned around in my embrace. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, the dildo massaging my clit. I kissed her, the pleasure rushing through me. I hit the peak of my orgasm as I shuddered in delight with her. It was a wonderful rush to have all this ecstasy sweeping through me.

She was such a delicious kisser. I made out with her, our tongues dancing. She groaned, squirming against me. I loved the feel of her on my body. I nibbled on her lower lip. She groaned and broke the kiss with me, her eyes so bright.

“Mmm,” she cooed. “When do I meet him?”

“Tonight,” I said. “He’s out with his Maid-Wife. I don’t know when they will return.” I smiled. “Do you know any smart girls with backgrounds in mythology? Especially of the British Isles.”

“You know, I do.”

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Kylie Hayward

“Thanks,” I said as my Uber dropped me off at First Baptist.

“Sure,” the Black woman said. She had crazy nails and curly black hair. I could tell she was no virgin. Maybe she would be good for Nancy. “Have fun at church.”

“I will,” I said. “I hope to find a few virgins.”

“That’s definitely the place.” She laughed. “So long, cutie.”

I climbed out and gave her a tip. I wasn’t sure who was paying for it since I hadn’t given any payment information, but the app just worked. I suppose it was being charged to the Hayward estate. My family was rich, so an Uber ride was no big deal.

I headed to the front door of First Baptist. There was supposed to be a teen girl’s group meeting, so there had to be a few virgins here. Maybe even six of them. Then I could hand out all the white garters that I had in my case I held beneath my arm.

I opened the glass doors and passed through the antechamber into the worship hall. It was pretty empty, but there was a side door open. I could hear talking and giggling from that direction. I headed in that direction, humming.

I slipped through the doors and headed down the hallway to the open room. There was lots of giggling coming from here. I opened the door to find a group of girls hanging out drinking soda from red cups.

“Oh, a new girl,” said a blonde girl. She hopped to her feet. “I’m Deidre. Welcome, welcome. We were just about to watch a movie.”

“At your bible study?” I asked.

“Bible study’s done,” she said and looked around at the seven girls that were here. “Right!”

“Yep,” said a perky girl with brown hair.

“Well, that is fine,” I said, setting my cedar chest down on the table by the 2-liter bottles of soda that were half-drunk. A few empty ones were in the trash can. “I’m here from Hayward manor. I have to do a virginity check. So, drop your panties!”

“Okay, you heard her,” the blonde said. She was clearly in charge here. She reached beneath the skirt she wore and rolled down a pair of lacy, pink panties. “Get them off!”

“You the preacher’s daughter or something?” I asked.

“I am.” She beamed. “I’m Deidre.”

“Nice,” I said as the other six girls dropped their panties.

There were three more White girls, a Black girl, a Hispanic girl, and an Indian girl. She had red-brown skin and looked super graceful. They all worked off their panties. Some had to drop their jeans, showing off their trimmed bushes. Others had to just reach down beneath their skirts.

They had a variety of panties. One girl with black hair had a thong. And a shaved bush. So not a virgin. What a shame. The other girls had a mix of plain panties with some racier cuts. They were all a little older than me, fifteen to seventeen, but that was okay. I’d take a sexy forty-year-old if she had a hymen.

I shoved my hand between Deidre’s thighs and slid up her legs. She trembled as I found her shaved pussy. I arched an eyebrow at that and slid my fingers through her folds and found her opening. I plunged in two fingers.

“Yes,” she whimpered as I sank into her hot, juicy, and non-virgin depths.

“Oh, wow, the preacher’s daughter isn’t a virgin,” I gasped.

“Nope.” There was this mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She was a little slut. I ripped my fingers out of her cunt, shaking my head in disappointment. The preacher’s daughter? Ugh. Maybe I should text Aunt Nancy to swing on by.

She could spank this little hussy and give her an orange garter. She was not white garter material.

I moved to the next girl. She had black hair and a smile, her bush nice and thick. I pushed my fingers through her curls and rubbed at her slit. It was tight. Good sign. I wiggled a finger in and immediately felt a hymen.

“Ooh, virgin!” I said. “Who are you?”

“Zeta,” she said.

“Well, Zeta, go stand over there. I’ll be with you in a moment!”

She smiled and moved over. She had rather large boobs. Her baggy shirt didn’t quite hide the size. She was busty like… Virginia. Ugh, it was sucky that my second little sister had the biggest breasts yet.

I checked Daffodil, and she wasn’t a virgin. Nor was Lana or Pita. I shook my head. What sort of church was this? Why were all these girls giving up their cherry? I had no idea that church girls could be such naughty whores.

What happened to saving themselves for marriage? Huh?

Luckily, Rashimi, the sexy Indian girl who had a nice, trimmed bush was also a virgin. I slid my fingers through her curls and found a hymen. She looked so happy as she headed out to join Zeta. The two were beaming at each other while the last girl, Ursula, was another disappointment.

“Only two,” I muttered as I opened up my box. I pulled out two white garters. “I thought I might find all of you here! Maybe I should try the nunnery!”

Zeta wrinkled her nose. “Not with the papist. There are no good girls there.”

“Not many good girls here,” I said as I came up to Zeta and Rashimi. “But you two are. Congrats. You’re going to be Hayward Maids and serve my illustrious family! Isn’t that amazing!”

Both of them beamed at me and nodded. They started pulling off the rest of their clothes. Zeta did have a big pair of boobs. They swelled out the white bra she wore. It didn’t even look big enough for her. I was doing her a favor by recruiting her into the maids.

She’d get to lose her virginity to my brother, best guy in the world, and she would get a uniform to show off those big girls. Once I had my brother’s daughter, I would get some boobs. I knew he would breed me with how much he fucked me.

Rashimi had a firm pair of round boobs with dark-brown nipples. They were so cute. She beamed as I knelt before them, holding up the garters. I slipped the white on Rashimi first, the white cloth almost glowing against her red-brown skin.

“Oh, my,” she said, quivering as I slid the garter higher and higher up her leg until it was in place. “Master Lance! I can’t wait to give him my virginity.”

“Me, either,” whimpered Zeta as I moved to her with the second garter.

I smiled up at her as I slipped the garter up her leg. It was so much fun to do that. She looked so sexy with it on her. She put down her foot and squirmed there. She definitely looked sexy with it on, her big boobs jiggling.

“Okay, girls,” I said. “Why don’t we leave those sluts to whatever they were doing and go daisy chain out in the worship hall.”

“What’s daisy-chaining?” asked Rashimi.

“Yeah,” Zeta added as I strode out of there.

I smiled. “That’s what I want to hear. You shouldn’t know that it means we’re going to lick each other’s pussies!”

“I knew that,” the preacher’s daughter called. “Can I join? It sounds like fun!”

“No!” I pulled out my phone from my skirt pocket and sent my aunt a quick text. She really should recruit that slut.

Message sent, I led my two virgins to the altar. I didn’t know which I wanted to eat and which I wanted eating me. Though Zeta had that thick bush while Rashimi’s was nice and trimmed. So I guessed it wasn’t that hard of a decision after all.

Phone away, I headed up to the front of the church. It was so sad that this place wasn’t a bastion of purity like I thought. I could have a real daisy chain with four or five girls. Just a bunch of virgins eating pussy for the first time, learning to love each other.

Then I could take them back to Master-Big Brother and let him have an orgy of virgin popping like yesterday. This was so disappointing. But Rashimi and Zeta were cute. He would love them. They would make great fighters for him.

I sank down on this sort of raised platform. It was only a step up. I was sure there was a fancy name for it, but who cared? For today, it was the pussy-licking platform. The daisy-chaining spot.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll eat you, Rashimi, you eat Zeta, and Zeta, you eat me. Just lick and lap and have fun. That’s what this is all about. Loving each other because we’re all maids who serve Master. He’s my big brother, and he’s awesome.”

“He is,” Zeta gushed, a big smile on her lips. Her big boobs jiggling. “Oh, I can’t wait for him to pop my cherry!”

“That’s the attitude you need to have!” I said, thrusting out a thumbs up. “Okay, so we lie on our sides and have fun!”

I spread my legs wide and licked my lips. Zeta sank down and nuzzled into my pussy. She kissed softly at my twat. It was so sweet how she did that. She smooched at me. It was delightful. She flicked my tongue through her folds next.

Rashimi sank down and moved toward me. I snuggled toward her. It was so much fun as the pair of us got closer. Her tart aroma filled my nose. How yummy. I pushed my face into her trimmed curls and licked at her pussy.

I lapped at her with hunger. My tongue stroked through her folds. She was such a thrill to eat. I licked at her. I lapped. I tongued her with everything that I had. It was fantastic to do this to her. I flicked my tongue through her folds. She tasted delicious.

I brushed her clit.

“Oh, my,” Rashimi moaned. “What was that?”

“Your clit,” I said. “Didn’t you learn that in Health class?”

“I was home-schooled. Check this out, Zeta!”

Zeta gasped into my pussy. Her lips smooched hard at me as she trembled. “Oh, wow, that was amazing. That’s my clit? I had no idea something could feel this amazing. Look, look.”

She licked my clit. I shuddered, my toes curling. I groaned and flicked my tongue through Rashimi’s folds, brushing her bud again. All three of us moaned as we licked each other’s clits and feasted on each other’s pussies.

This was how Hayward maids had to love each other. My family was so awesome. We stood against the darkness and had hot fun all at the same time. I loved this so much. I quivered here, the pleasure swelling in me as I stroked my tongue over that hot cunt.

I licked at Rashimi with hunger. I stroked her with everything that I had.

Zeta moaned into my pussy. Her tongue wiggled into my cunt.

I loved that. She danced it around in me. I couldn’t do that to Rashimi, so I just licked at her folds and her clit. I tongued over that naughty bud. The pleasure swelled and swelled in me. It was fantastic to feel that growing in me.

I rose toward my climax. I would have a big one. Just a huge burst of pleasure that would sweep through me. I flicked my tongue through her folds. I licked at her with everything that I had. It was just a hot passion to feast on her twat.

“This is amazing!” Zeta moaned into my twat. “You taste so good, uh… What’s your name?”

“Kylie! Kylie Hayward!”

“Kylie, I love how you lick my pussy!” Rashimi moaned. “I love it so much. This is awesome!”

Such joy sang in my heart. There was nothing like helping some cute girls discover who they truly were. I felt so good about myself as I tongued her naughty pussy. I licked at her. I lapped at her with everything that I had.

It was so much fun to stroke my tongue through her folds and brush her clit. Zeta moaned and lapped at my bud. Then she suckled on it. I gasped, my orgasm building and building so swiftly. She knew what she was doing to me.

I hoped she did because it was amazing.

I suckled on Rashimi’s clit. She gasped out in delight. I heard her suckling. We were all loving each other, all building each other toward our orgasms. I nibbled on Rashimi’s clit. She whimpered as I did that. Zeta gasped.

Her lips nibbled on mine.

It had come full circle in such a delightful way. I loved that so much. I shuddered, savoring this pleasure so much. I flicked my tongue around Rashimi’s bud. I groaned as the pressure in my cunt reached that bursting point.

“Oh, yes!” Zeta gasped. She suckled hard on my clit, whimpering as she did.

“She’s drowning me!” Rashimi moaned.

“Good!” I moaned. “Drown me!”

I suckled on her bud as my orgasm burst in me. I shuddered, drowning Zeta in my pussy cream. The pleasure rushed through me. I groaned, savoring the heat drowning my thoughts. I groaned as I shuddered through all this pleasure. It was fantastic to enjoy it all.

I suckled hard on the clit in my mouth. I nursed with passion on her. My tongue flicked through her folds as Rashimi groaned. She shuddered. A flood of her tart passion gushed out and bathed my mouth. A wonderful gush of it.

I moaned as the pleasure drowned my mind.

I licked up Rashimi’s cunt cream while Zeta drank mine.

We filled the worship hall with our love for each other. We were united under the Hayward power. I shuddered, feeling my garter on my thigh. I closed my eyes, the pleasure rushing through my body. It was so delicious.

I hit that wonderful peak, my body quivering with delight. I groaned into Rashimi’s pussy. I rubbed my face into her trimmed bush. These two would make such wonderful additions to the harem. I couldn’t wait for my big brother to fuck them both.

That would be so hot.

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Lance Hayward

I pulled out of Opal’s pussy. My Bride-Maid shuddered and rose to her feet. She wore her veil, her stockings, and a green garter. My cum dripped out of her pussy. Her fiery hair swayed around her shoulders as she beamed out at everyone.

“Oh, honey,” a redheaded MILF said, coming up to Opal. It was obviously my newest maid’s mother. “You are so fortunate to be Mr. Hayward’s newest maid.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Opal said, hugging her mother. I smiled at the sight of my naked maid dripping in my cum embracing the woman who birthed her. My dick throbbed.

Bella smiled beside me, a satisfied look on her face. She had come up with this plan to find good wife material at the altar. Our first wedding had been a bust, the bride a cheating whore, but Opal was perfect. She was mine now, her groom even accepting it.

The Golden Power of the Hayward family at work.

“You must be so proud of her, Mrs. Kenning,” Bella said to the mother of the bride.

“I am,” said the mother, breaking the embrace with her daughter. “She’s always been such a good girl.”

“And would have made a good wife.” Bella smiled. “You’re a good wife, too, aren’t you, Mrs. Kenning? You must be to have raised her right. You taught her to always take care of her man.”
“Shit,” I breathed in realization.

“Of course I did,” Mrs. Kenning said, a proud smile on her lips. “I know it’s old-fashion, but that’s what I believe a wife should be.”

Bella turned and opened her cedar case. She pulled out another green garter and presented it to the older woman. “Would you like to be one of my Master-Husband’s Maid-Concubines? To love and protect him, to put his pleasures and desires before your own, to treasure and support him, in the good times and bad, until death do you part?”

“Mommy,” Opal whimpered, fanning her face and tears in her eyes.

“Oh, my,” Mrs. Kenning said, looking so stunned to be presented with this opportunity. “Oh, yes, yes, of course I do!” She pulled off the wedding band, a large diamond on it. “Of course I do.” She flicked it to the ground before she went to work on the lilac dress she wore. “Oh, Robert, I’m not your wife but Master Hayward’s maid.”

“Wow,” said an older man. “I mean… Of course. That’s incredible.”

“I’ll take good care of her,” I said as I watched Mrs. Kenning strip, her auburn hair swaying around her shoulders. “Very, very good care of her.”

“Mommy!” Opal hugged her mother who was trying to unzip her dress, stopping the process.

“Honey, I’m happy, too, but I have to get naked. I’m not in uniform. Look at this. I can’t wear this in front of our Master.” A scandalous look crossed Mrs. Kenning’s face. She glanced at me for a moment then looked down, blushing.

“Right, right,” said Opal. My Bride-Maid started unzipping her mother’s dress for her.

I smiled as she pulled that off, revealing a cream-hued slip beneath. The black straps of a bra were visible beneath the thinner straps of her slip. Opal pulled that off, her round breasts jiggling. She tossed the slip down, her mother in a pair of black bra and panties, a lacy affair.

Mrs. Kenning reached behind her to unhook her bra as her daughter dropped to her knees and pulled down her mother’s panties. Everyone was watching this sight. My dick was so hard while Bella had a big smirk on her face.

She winked at me. God, she was the best Maid-Wife—the best wife—in the world.

Once the panties were off, Bella dropped to her knees and held the garter out before her. I had seen this happen a dozen times, but it was still so delicious to watch a woman raise her left leg so she could be chained to me forever.

The garter slid over her shapely calf and up her sleek thigh. The power flared as the MILF became mine. Another Concubine-Maid for the harem. She quivered as she turned to me and threw her arms around my neck.

“I’ll serve you faithfully, Master Lance,” she moaned and kissed me.

Her lips melted to mine. I loved the feel of her naked, busty form beneath me. I was so happy to have her as a maid, too. To feel her against me, my cock throbbing as she made out with me. Her mouth was delicious. She tasted amazing.

Felt amazing against me.

I loved that so much. I kissed her back, my lips working on her mouth. My heart hammered in my chest as she kissed me with force. She was such a delight. I was so glad to have her making out with me in front of the guests.

Her daughter.

I broke the kiss and said, “I left a lot of cum in your daughter’s pussy. I think you need to eat her cunt out while I fuck you.”

“Oh, Master, you’re so right,” Mrs. Kenner said. “You’re so wise. Ooh, I am going to do such a good job licking all your cum out of my daughter.”

“I know you will,” I said as Opal sank onto a pew and spread her legs wide. She played with her green garter while my cum dripped out of her shaved twat and ran to her asshole. “Enjoy.”

“Yes, Master Lance,” Mrs. Kenner purred as she drifted to her daughter. The MILF’s plump ass jiggled. My dick was so hard as she dropped to her knees and leaned forward. She nuzzled her face into her daughter’s twat.

I groaned at the incestuous sight. Opal shuddered as her mother licked up the cum from her taint up to her pussy lips. The naughty bride shuddered at the taboo contact. Her green eyes focused on me. She smiled at me as her mother ate her out.

Bella grabbed my cock and whispered in my ear. “You’re going to fuck her in the ass, aren’t you?”

“You know me too well,” I said and broke from her, my dick throbbing. I wanted to ram my dick hard into the MILF’s asshole. I wanted to butt-fuck her as she devoured my cum out of her daughter’s pussy.

I dropped to my knees and slid my cock into her butt-crack. I loved the feel of her around me. She had such a wonderful feeling asshole. Her puckered sphincter massaged the tip of my dick. With the entire wedding party and guests watching me, I thrust my cock against the mother of the bride’s asshole.

Mrs. Kenner moaned into her daughter’s cunt. Her asshole widened and widened to swallow my cock. I loved the feel of her bowels stretching around my dick. I thrust harder and popped into her anal sheath. I sank to the depth in her.
“Yes!” moaned Mrs. Kenner. “Oh, Master! Oh, yes, yes, you’re in my asshole!”

I grinned in delight at her asshole swallowing my dick. I shuddered as I sank to the hilt in her bowels. She had such a tight anal sheath. It was perfect being in the MILF’s bowels. I grinned at Mr. Kenner.

“Your wife’s asshole is amazing!” I groaned.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said. “But I’m glad that she’s pleasing you. She’ll make you an excellent maid. You’ll never be disappointed in her. I wasn’t.”

I nodded to him and drew back my cock. His wife moaned into their daughter’s cunt. I savored that delight. Opal squirmed there, her freckled breasts jiggling as she enjoyed her mother’s licking and lapping. I slammed back into her mother’s asshole. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath, reveling in that delight.

Bella watched on, such love in her eyes.

I pumped away at the MILF’s asshole. I fucked my naughty maid hard, her bowels squeezing down around my dick. She gripped me with that wonderful anal sheath. I shuddered, savoring every last moment of burying into her asshole.

I pounded her hard and fast. I fucked her with passion. I loved the way that she held me tight. She massaged me with her delightful bowels. I pumped away hard and fast at her asshole. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned into her daughter’s cunt.

“Oh, yes, Mom,” gasped Opal. “Oh, Master, she’s licking all your cum out of my pussy!”

“It’s just so delicious!” The MILF clamped her asshole down on my dick.

I reveled in fucking her asshole. I pounded her with force. I plowed into her with passion. I loved every second of fucking her. Every last moment of pounding her bowels. The pressure grew in my nuts as they slapped into her.

I grunted with each plunge into her bowels. I rammed to the hilt in her anal sheath. She moaned, her head moving. She licked at her daughter’s pussy with passion. Opal quivered, her face twisting with delight. The Bride-Maid gasped out in passion.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned. “Oh, Mom, I’m going to cum so hard. That’s it. Just keep eating me like that!”

“Yes, yes, eat your daughter!” I growled, fucking hard into her bowels. “Make her cum! Shit, then make me cum!”

“Yes, Master!” my MILF-Maid gasped, her asshole gripping my dick.

I loved that friction. The ache grew and grew at the tip of my dick. I rushed toward the eruption. I hurtled toward that powerful moment of bliss. I shuddered, savoring the pleasure of this moment. My nuts slapped into her taint, heavy with my cum.

I thrust into her with more force. I fucked her hard and fast. I rammed into her as her daughter bucked. Opal threw back her head as she cried out in passion. Her orgasm echoed through the worship hall of the church.

“Mommy!” she squealed.

“Yes!” I growled, hammering the MILF-Maid’s asshole. “Drown in your daughter’s pussy cream!”

“So yummy!” gasped Mrs. Kenner. “Oh, Master, I love what you’re doing to me! Your cock… Oh, god, your cock is amazing!”

Her asshole convulsed around my dick. She suckled at me as I pumped away at her anal sheath. I grinned as her orgasm swept through her. I buried to the hilt in her anal sheath. The pressure in my balls burst.

I erupted into her bowels.

Spurt after spurt of my cum pumped into her asshole. I loved that hot delight surging through me. The ecstasy crashed into my mind. I savored every last second of this delight. The pleasure washed through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Yes!” I growled, pumping my cum into her anal sheath.

She milked my dick. She suckled at me as I erupted again and again into her bowels. I loved every second of this bliss. I savored every last moment of dumping my cum into her asshole. She suckled at me with her bowels.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I groaned, pumping away at her anal sheath. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. That’s just amazing. Fuck!”

I fired the last of my cum into her bowels. I panted as her asshole writhed around my dick. Pleasure swept through me. My head threw back as I savored this moment. I felt everyone watching me as my orgasm plateaued.

“Damn,” I panted and pulled out of the MILF’s asshole.

I panted there, my dick throbbing before me, dirty from the MILF’s asshole. Mrs. Kenning proved how great of a wife she was. She turned around and grabbed my cock. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed my dirty dick.

“Wow, Mom, you’re so inspiring,” Opal said.

“Yes, she is,” I groaned, savoring that how mouth working up and down my dick.

Mrs. Kenning bobbed her head.

She suckled hard, nursing the sour flavor of her asshole off my dick. It was spectacular to feel. To experience this delight. I loved it so much. I savored it with everything that I had. I groaned as the naughty wife worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled on me with such passion, her tongue stroking over my dick.

“Shit,” I groaned. “Oh, shit, that’s great.”

“Isn’t she,” purred Bella.

My Maid-Wife snuggled up against me. I held her two me, my hand slipping beneath her skirt to squeeze her ass. I massaged her rump as Mrs. Kenning’s hot mouth worked up and down my dick. She suckled on my cock with such passion.

She buffed my dick clean of her ass with such wifely love. It was a wonderful delight to have her bobbing her head. I savored that pleasure. I reveled in that hot mouth loving my dick. I trembled as she suckled at me.

It was fantastic. I loved it so much. She nursed on me with passion. She loved my dick with all her might. I savored that so much. I reveled in Mrs. Kenning cleaning my dick. I turned to Bella, staring into her eyes as the MILF loved my dick.

“Damn,” I groaned and kissed my Maid-Wife.

Her lips melted to mine.

I kissed her with passion as Mrs. Kenning suckled with such hunger on my dick. She cleaned my cock while swelling the pressure in my balls. I rose toward erupting in her mouth. Just flooding her with blast after blast of passion.

The heat built in me. I loved this delight so much. She nursed on me with ecstasy. I shuddered, my heart pounding this wild beat. I throbbed in her mouth as I made out with my wife. I squeezed Bella’s wife, hurtling toward cumming.

I loved owning a harem of maids.

I broke the kiss with Bella to grunt, “Yes!”

I erupted into Mrs. Kenning’s mouth.

I flooded the MILF-Maid with my cum. she gulped down my jizz, swallowing every drop of my cum that she could. I gave her more and more. My hand squeezed Bella’s rump as the pleasure screamed through me.

“That’s it, Master Husband,” cooed my Maid-Wife. “Just flood her mouth! Give your maid what she craves!”

Mrs. Kenning suckled hard at my erupting cock. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her mouth. I savored erupting into her. I groaned with each blast of cum. I sucked in a deep breath as my cock spurted one last time into her mouth.

“Damn,” I groaned, a big smile on my lips. “Damn, that’s good. You did amazing, Bella! Such a hot idea!”

She beamed at me. I kissed my wife, so thrilled I had her for a maid.

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Kylie Hayward

“And here we are,” I said as the Uber pulled up before Hayward Manor. “There’s Cali! She’s from the Otherworld and has purple eyes! Isn’t she neat?”

“So neat,” said Rashimi. She sat between me and Zeta.

I opened the door and hopped out. Cali flicked her gaze to the two new maids. “I have their maid’s uniforms waiting in their rooms.”

“Awesome!” Kylie said. “Is Master back?”

“He has not returned. You are the first, Kylie.” She stepped aside for us to enter the manor. It felt different. So much cleaner. I could hear voices echoing about and the air smelled of cleaner. The scrubbing was happening.

I shuddered at the new painting in the entry hall. Malevolence. I pushed down memories of last night as Cali headed up the stairs, my two maids following after her. I smiled at them, eager for my brother to get home.

“Kylie!” squealed Virginia. My littlest sister rushed up, her big boobs bouncing in her maid’s uniform. “You’re back! We’ve been cleaning all day.”

“All day,” Angela said, following after. My other sister held a bucket with supplies before her. Both her hands held the handle. “It’s been so busy.”

“Have you seen Mom?” I asked. “I bet she must be close to giving birth.”

“It’s been so busy,” said Angela. “She’s around somewhere. So much cleaning. There are some creepy paintings. And this one bust…” She shuddered. “Ugh, I am glad they’re all stuck imprisoned. Just such nasty things.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Well, where do we have to clean next?” If my brother wasn’t home yet, then I had to do my part for Hayward manor. This was my destiny, too. I held the Hayward blood in my veins. I went off with my little sisters to keep those nasty Imprisoned locked up.

But I did need to prepare a treat for my brother… A little cleaning, then treat!

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Maria Hayward

I rubbed at my heavily pregnant belly as I walked out of the ballroom’s rear door. I marched across the rear lawn toward the forest beyond. My daughter needed to go there. She was almost ready to be born, and she needed someplace dark and quiet.

I crossed the lawn, the contractions already beginning. I winced as they clamped in my guts. I just had to keep going, my uniform swaying. The woods came closer and closer. I took in slow breaths as the labor pains increased.

She hurt worse than my last two daughters, but that was okay. I was her mother. I would take care of her.

I reached the edge of the woods and strode down a small path. The tall trees swallowed up the sun. It was cool and dark beneath them, the air full of this loamy scent. It was quiet. No bird chirped. I didn’t hear any animals scampering through the brush.

A powerful contraction twisted my guts. “Oh, my,” I gasped and staggered toward a tree. I planted my hand on the rough bark, leaning over. “Oh, you’re coming fast.”

I dropped to my knees, squatting there, as the contractions increased. They were coming faster. I panted, gripping the tree. My water broke, spilling down my thighs. I could feel my daughter coming. I bore down hard.

I clutched at the tree, grunting and groaning as my daughter pushed out of me. She felt so different than any other child I had born. I glanced down to see liquid shadows pouring out of me. They spilled on the ground and washed around my white stockings, staining them.

The darkness oozed to the side of me and coalesced. A figure formed out of the shadows as more poured out of my womb. A shape emerged. A woman’s figure. Curvy. Busty. Like the statues. I shuddered, staring at the figure growing fuller. The face appeared. The hair.

“Yes,” the voice hissed, as cold and beautiful as a frozen lake.

The Seductress put her hand on me as the last of the shadows spilled out of my womb and flowed into the woman. She twined her fingers through my hair. I stared up at her, worship beating in my heart. She licked her lips and bent down.

My dark daughter kissed me.

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