Monthly Archives: April 2016

Maid To Be Taken: Three Stories

Even though she was barely twenty, she was smart enough to know that they were just the fantasies of a silly girl spending time around a man she could never have. At least, that was what she thought until tonight as she looked up and saw the way he was watching her …

She’s young, eager to please, and curvy enough to drive him wild, but afraid that she wants something she can never have. He’s wealthy, influential, and experienced. He knows what he wants, but he also knows that what he wants is wrong.

It’s not just one story; it’s three, and every page will drive you crazy.

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, mature and powerful men of the house and young and curvy maids, forbidden desires, rough first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Notice: These titles include themes and passages that have been adapted from the Sitter series Jessica Whitethread with full consent of the original author.

Excerpt:

He laughed softly as he surveyed the situation. “So, isn’t this something.” He walked over and put a hand to my cheek, holding my gaze on him. “For weeks now I’ve been wound up, knowing I shouldn’t want you, knowing it would be wrong to put my hands on you.”

I looked into his eyes in sudden disbelief.

“All of that restraint, and all of it over a young woman like you I never I expected to want.” He laughed again. “And here I find you, in my bedroom.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, still unsure if I was in trouble. “It’s my fault. I’m just some silly girl who –”

“No,” he said. “You’re so young. How can it be your fault? I’m the one who let … this happen.” His eyes were playing over me and the way he said the word “this” sent a strange, forbidden shiver running through my body. “You found my wife’s favorite camisole,” he observed looking at the garment on the bed beside me.

Guiltily, I nodded. “It was … just sort of fun to imagine for a minute being a woman who could please you.”

His eyes traced over me again. “You know, you don’t have to compete with women like her. Here you are, so young and innocent and … so fully a woman. She is beautiful, but when I see you, the curves of your body make me forget all of that. You don’t have to have what she has.” He put a brushing hand to my face and then ran it down my throat and along the outside of my left breast. “Have you ever been with a man, Alexa?”

After a moment, I shook my head weakly.

“Do you want me to show you how you already please me?”

Again unable to voice a response, I nodded.


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The Rules of His House

Rebecca’s never been in a home as lavish and elegant as the Axelrod estate house she’s been hired to clean. It’s taken the curvy nineteen year old a little while to learn how to act in such an elegant setting, but Mr. Axelrod seems to like her and has tried to be patient with her.

But when he walks in on a sight even Rebecca can’t explain away, something will have to change, and the powerful and intense man has plenty of ideas how to keep the voluptuous young woman in line from now on …

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young curvy maid, spanking, discipline punishment, multiple partners and rough group sex, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

“Yes, sir.”

His hand came down swiftly and without warning. She let out a sharp breath as the sound of his hand landing on her ass rang out through the living room. She clenched her teeth to avoid calling out as the sting intensified.

“Thank me, Rebecca.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Thank me for showing you that you’re a bad girl and for helping you to be good.”

“Thank you for showing me I’m a bad girl, sir. I do want to be good.”

The sharp, intense pain came again as his hand struck her ass. With each blow she felt her naked breasts bouncing as they hung down from her chest.

“Thank you, sir,” she gasped.

This was beyond humiliating. She closed her eyes, burying her face in her outstretched arms. She couldn’t bear to look at John. Why did this all have to be happening in front of him?

But Mr. Axelrod apparently wasn’t satisfied with how things were going.


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Training the Maid

It’s obvious he enjoys toying with her, but how can she possibly hide how much it turns her on?

Claire has only been working for Mr. Lansing for a few weeks, but it’s already obvious he’s not like any other boss she’s ever had. How is any girl her age supposed to keep her head straight around someone who looks like him and makes her feel the way he makes her feel?

A successful man like Byron Lansing isn’t just used to being the one in charge, he savors every inch of control. When he hired the young, curvy nineteen year old to look after his home, he saw the danger immediately, and now it’s much too late. He knows it’s wrong to want the innocent young woman, but she’s already captured him in a way nothing has in a long time.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a wealthy man of the house and his young curvy maid, spanking, discipline punishment, forbidden desires, unprotected first time sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.

Excerpt:

She pulled her panties up, holding the dildo deep inside her, and lowered her skirt. Her legs felt like jello. All she wanted to do was curl up and give in to the surging warmth and pleasure that was threatening to engulf her. Slowly she turned back.

“How does that feel?” Mr. Lansing asked, watching her mildly.

“V – very good, sir,” she said, fighting to keep her tone normal.

“You like my little toy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Shouldn’t you thank me for making your chores more enjoyable?”

“Thank you, sir,” she breathed, clamping her thighs tight and fighting to hold back a moan.

He gestured at the vacuum. “Please, we don’t want to be here until morning.”

She took her first faltering step and had to fight to steady herself, gasping. The movement of walking pressed it against parts of her that felt very, very good.


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