The Maid For Pleasure Bundle 2 (12 page)

Her hair was thick, blonde, and reached nearly to her ass. It was a nuisance, sometimes, but it looked
so
hot. Especially with her puffy, thick cocksucking lips, and her bright, bright blue eyes.

If you had asked Hayley, she would have insisted that she always looked this way.

“What do you think you’re doing, Hayley?”

“I wanna go see my sister,” said Hayley. “I’m feeling all funny and stuff. I just...I wanna get
away
. Out of this house for a little while. Okay?”

Simon examined her spilled-open suitcase. It was full of fashion magazines and make-up. A few coloring books. There were only a few pairs of clothes.

Simon picked up a coloring book about dogs. Hayley resisted the urge to grab it from him. She liked that one. She had used
blue
in it, and that was such a pretty color.

“I’m just not going to allow that, Hayley.”

“Not
allow it?
” She giggled. “You don’t get to decide that. Like, I have money! I’m just gonna go.”

He shook his head sadly. Taking her by the arm, he sat her down in front of his computer in the bedroom. He and Fiona used it to watch porn while they fucked. Fiona liked to stroke his cock and tell him about all the women there he deserved to fuck. Sometimes they let Hayley sit at the foot of the bed and watch, and play with herself.

“You gave me all your money, love.” He pointed at the screen. It was full of numbers and stuff. Hayley couldn't process any of it. “Don’t you remember? You signed papers and everything. You said I deserved it more.”

Well, he
did
deserve it. So, that made perfect sense.

But, didn’t
she
deserve something? She was looking
hot
, lately. Her body was
rocking
. Over the last few weeks, her tits had grown and grown.

Right? Or...hadn't they...been that way?

Thinking was hard. She giggled.

“I don’t...I’m like, not happy, Simon!”

She said this in an enthusiastic voice, like she was congratulating someone for winning a sports car.

“You’re giggling and smiling all the time.”

“Yes, but something is
wrong
.” She put a hand through the thick, lustrous strands of her shiny blonde hair. “I’m like...all giggly and dumb and stuff. And my titties! They keep getting bigger! I think? None of my bras even fit anymore! None of my clothes do, either!”

“Oh, sweetie.” He tsked. “That’s what you’re upset about? You want some new clothes?”

“Yes! But other things too! I wanna see my sister, okay! I want to go see her.”

She crossed her arms, stamping her heels. They barely made a sound. Oh, right—there was new, puffy carpet on the floor. The better for fucking Fiona in, Simon had explained. Wordlessly, Simon picked up her inhaler from off the bed and slipped it into Hayley’s mouth. Without a thought, she sucked it in, letting that pleasant pink cloud take over.

Just weeks ago, the inhaler's medicine would create a significant shift in thinking, a new lateral plane of being. Now, it was just slipping a few gears back, making it that much easier to relax. She felt all the tension slide out of her gorgeous blonde body.

Why had she been talking about growing titties? Her titties were plenty big. She giggled. They always had been. Simon loved them that way.

“How about this,” said Simon. “I’ll invite your sister over. She can fly in tomorrow, if that makes you feel better. I’ll even pay for the ticket myself.”

“Gee, really?” Hayley felt her heart flutter. That was
so
nice of him. “That would be great!”

“And as far as clothes go, you can just borrow Fiona’s.”

“I...but...I want
new
clothes...”

He shushed her, putting his fingers on her mouth. She felt the little quivers of an orgasm at his strong, manly touch on the pleasure centers of her lips.

“Don’t be silly, babe. You’ll look hotter in Fiona’s clothes anyway. We don’t have money to just buy a new wardrobe whenever you want.”

She nodded, smiling. He was so right. He was always so right. Why hadn’t she just talked with him to begin with?

“Now,” he said. “Don’t you owe your Man an apology?”

Slowly, she nodded, sinking her head down to his lap. Quickly, she had freed his cock and slid him down her throat.

It only happened when Fiona wasn't around, but Simon had been fucking her more and more recently. Mostly he stuck to her mouth, taking a quicky blowjob whenever he felt like it, but sometimes he would honor her by filling up her cunt. He promised he wouldn't get her preggo, though.

Somehow, that disappointed Hayley. She thought she would make a super mommy. She wanted babies in her body so bad.

Tears filled her eyes as she took his cock into her mouth. He was hard already. Hayley knew he could cum whenever he wanted. He must have enjoyed feeling her tears slide down around his crotch—they were tears of joy at being listened to, tears of happiness that he still wanted to use her in the way that she was intended.

Her lips, so thick and plump, were the perfect cocksucking devices. She slobbered up and down his cock, making him as wet as he was hard. Simon was so strong that he could just ram her up and down as quick as he liked. It was almost like he was just masturbating, using her head as his hand.

“I’m going to honor you, now, Hayley,” he said, breathing fast. “Are you ready? Are you ready for your Man’s glory?”

She moaned an affirmative. She had been born ready to take her Man's cum.

Groaning, he shot into her mouth, spraying his brilliant warm spray all down her throat. She swallowed every last bit of it, orgasming all the way. She couldn't
stop
orgasming when it came to Simon's cum. Seeing it, smelling it, hearing about it from Fiona. All of it made Hayley cum like the hot bimbo babe she had become.

And so she came, and came again, clinging hard to Simon’s body as he pulsed load after load down her throat. She continued to hold him as she drifted into sleep.

When she woke from her cum-filled daze, she saw that she had been hugging a pillow, not Simon. He must have walked away, as she could hear him and Fiona down the hall, cooing and fucking wildly. God, her man was such a stud, able to get hard
so
quickly.

The next day, he and Fiona went out on the town, leaving Hayley in the house to clean. They bought the dark-haired beauty a brand new wardrobe. Not a piece of it—not even the barely-there lace lingerie—cost less than five hundred dollars.

* * * * *

H
ayley walked through the house, holding a feather duster. She giggled as it slid over the surfaces, gathering up the dust. It was like some sort of dust magnet, sucking up all the dirtiness that it touched. That was like,
super
neat. It was so cool what devices men could invent for women to do for them. Fiona had bought it for her a few days ago, saying that she wasn't doing a very good job with the rags and spray.

She wished
she
could go out and buy something for herself, but that was impossible. Leaving the house was impossible. Good maids stayed in the house at all times, cleaning and cooking and obeying. And that's what Hayley was—a very, very good maid.

Certainly, she was dressed like one. She wore nothing but tiny white lingerie, her enormous breasts just barely contained by the thin fabric. Little white gloves were tied to her wrists with pink ribbons. Her hair, fabulously long and thick, fluttered down past her ass like a golden blanket.

She teetered on her heels as she sauntered on down the expensively decorated, wood-floored hall. She was incredibly top-heavy. It was sometimes hard for her to keep her balance.

Earlier this morning, for instance, she had broken her inhaler from a fall. It was a stupid, silly, very Hayley-like thing to do. But, that was okay. Her asthma hadn't really seemed to act up in ages, now. She mostly used the inhaler because it made her feel so funny and nice.

Still cleaning, Hayley stepped into Simon’s study area. He wasn't in there. He was in the backyard, working out. He liked to lift weights in the sun where the neighbors could watch. Hayley had caught a few nearby housewives eyeing him from their windows, slowly fingering their bodies in their skimpy night robes.

In the study, Fiona lay supine on the couch, one leg casually lifted up over the back. Her body was bare but for the lacy trails of ludicrously expensive lingerie around her privates. Her terrifically large breasts seemed held up entirely by the force of her will. A thick, black sable coat covered her  incredible body. Her smile was serene, sultry. She held a glass of brandy in one perfectly manicured hand, swirling gently. With her other hand, she was letting milk drip from her tits into a large coffee cup.

“Hello, dolly,” she said, venom dripping from her voice. “I was just making a drink for Daddy. He’s supposed to come and fuck me full of his babies, soon. Would you like to help?”

“Drink? But that’s...you have...milk? Babies?”

Hayley’s thoughts spun.

“H-how long...have you been able to do that?” she asked.

“What? Milk?” Fiona shrugged. “I've been doing it this whole time. You've even caught me before, from time to time. And then we just gave you a little tug on your happy breath, and you were good to go.”

Hayley's world felt crumbly all of a sudden. In the bimbofied ozone of her thoughts, small connections started to get made. If...if Fiona had
milk
, that meant that they could have been sneaking into any of their food! Into Simon! Into Hayley! They could have been doing any old thing at all! What else were they lying about?

Fiona sat up, a little concerned. “Where
is
your inhaler, dolly?”

“I broke it.”

“You broke it?”

“Yes, okay! I don't have it anymore. Just...just b-be quiet!”

She held her hands to her head, fingers trailing through the thick blonde hair there. God, was
that
supposed to be there? Had her hair
always
been blonde like this?

“You look like you’re having an attack,” said Fiona, a little concerned. “You should have a little milk. It will calm you down.”

She set down her brandy and approached Hayley calmly, the cup of milk outstretched.

“I’m not...n-not having an
attack
. I’m
thinking!
Don't you get it? I'm thinking, for
once!”

She pushed Fiona back onto the couch. Her cup went flying, and she was covered in her own thick milk. She giggled, somewhat delighted, immediately scooping up the thick substance and sucking it down through heavy, thick lips.

Hayley rushed behind the large desk at the end of the room. Simon kept files.
Everything
was filed. She found “C” for “Castle.”

Words were so,
so
hard for a silly little girl like her, and they kept wanting to mush around, but if she squinted her eyes and focused, they started to come together. Forming sentences and lines that she could recognize.

There. It was all there in the receipt. Her sparkling blue eyes grew wider and wider. Simon had bought the Homewrecking Hottie with Hayley's money. He had let
himself
forget that he'd done it. He'd made
Hayley
forget that he'd done it.

“You’re...” Hayley shook her head in disbelief, staring at Fiona. “You’re a Homewrecking Hottie!”

“And proud of it,” said Fiona, tossing her hair back. Her milk was already sliding right off it, as if it couldn't bear to mar such beauty. “And, might I add, doing a terrific job.”

“B-but...we wanted a maid...”

“Perhaps
you
did. But from what I understand, Simon wasn’t entirely sold on that...and then you made Miss Svetlana angry. That was a mistake.” Fiona giggled. “Or, maybe not. You’re completely hot, now.”

Fiona approached her, smiling seductively. Hayley had seen this before—it was how Fiona always convinced Simon to do something he was unsure of. The receipt fell from Hayley's hands, fluttering to the ground.

“But I just...I said...I thought...um...”

It was so hard to focus on anything when Fiona was right there, and so, so very pretty...

“Don’t you enjoy being a maid?”

Hayley whimpered. She did. But...b-but, no! She had to fight!

“You might have Simon fooled, you might have him
entranced
and
hypnotized
with your wiles, but you haven’t got me, all right? Do you understand? I-I’m in charge of you. I'm the boss!”

“You are very tiresome,” Fiona purred. She slipped her gentle arms around Hayley’s neck. Hayley didn’t understand what was happening. “Come here.”

She kissed Hayley, long and slow. Fiona's tongue tasted like warm, rich chocolate. The pink cloud was back in Hayley's mind, and stronger than ever. Her pussy felt suddenly soaked.

“Here, love,” she purred. “Have some of your medicine.”

She tugged her bra all the way down. Her tits leaked out hot, aromatic milk. It looked delicious.

Drool slowly dribbled down her chin. Oh god. She wanted to
taste
another woman’s milk!

“You...no milk. Not...not supposed to have.”

“Don’t be silly, dolly. You're supposed to have whatever I say. It's about time you had a proper taste of me.”

Fiona slid her hand through Hayley’s thick, hot hair, attaching her mouth to the leaking nipple below. Hayley sucked obediently, greedily, taking in the happy thoughts it provided. All struggle gone, all fighting gone. Her mind drifted away to another place. Fiona’s fingers were on her moist cunt, and she couldn’t help but spread her legs and let her in. She was sooo pretty.

“This is much more pure than what you’re used to,” said Fiona. “The inhaler is rather indirect. It takes so much longer. To tell you the truth, I think Simon and I have been enjoying it. We make fun of you constantly. All that fumbling about and trying to get your way. Your wits were rather crude, even before all of this.”

All Hayley could think was that Fiona was like, the most gorgeous woman Hayley had ever seen in her entire life. It was so nice to be talked about by her.