Maid For Daddy (Please Me, Daddy 3)

A door shuts, and footsteps begin down the staircase.

Brady’s moans fill my ear right before he pulls away, sliding a few feet back.

“This is such a delight to have you, Tiffany. Brady will treat you better than your father ever has, I can promise you that.” My mother winks at me before turning her attention toward Brady.

I can see the discomfort behind his grin as she speaks. His forced expression doesn’t fool me.

My mother begins to show me a few outfits, and all still carry tags attached to each and every piece.

One of the pieces happens to be quite the alluring black nighty, and I can just imagine how it’ll look on me later tonight… even if it’s for my own pleasure.

“I’m only home on lunch break right now so I do have to get going. I’m working this evening and tomorrow night, but Brady will be sure to help you as needed when it comes to your daily duties around here. Then again, you have Ms. Dana to speak to regarding any questions you may have,” she says, a hint of laughter playing at her words. I can’t tell whether I should take her seriously or if she’s somehow getting a kick out of all this.

“How are you working when you live… here?”

The amount of wealth this man possesses is unimaginable to anyone in their lifetime. Why would she ever need to work another single day?

“After leaving your father, I realized I won’t stand for a man telling me what I can and cannot do any longer. I’m not going to have a man leave me with nothing at all, finding myself to start all over again. Do you know how hard that is?”

“I do now,” I agree, blushing as I see Brady slide his hand down the side of his pants.

He can’t stop looking at me; it’s noticeable, uncomfortably noticeable… I can only assume what’s pulsing through his mind.

“Speaking of work, I need to get going. The cooks will take care of dinner for you tonight. I will be back around noon tomorrow. Brady, you will take care of her?” My mother asks him, glancing over her shoulder.

“I’m not going to let her starve, Doreen. She will be fine,” he tells her, looking over at me as if to reassure me that I’ll be quite alright alone… with him; and I have a feeling he’s right.

4

BRADY

I can’t believe the girl I want to fuck is Doreen’s fucking daughter.

Shit, Brady, what the hell are you doing?

“Here, I will carry these up to your room,” I tell her, a few seconds after Doreen leaves out the front door.

I always find humor in how often she ‘works’, though she’s always asking for my money. She finds me to be ignorant to the fact that she’s out running around on me at night, but that’s for another time to discuss. I know it’s a bridge I have been neglecting to cross, but it’s time will come.

I have greater things to attend to right now.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that,” she tells me, turning her baby blue eyes toward me. Those eyes are powerful on me, like an electric charge.

“Your mother told me to take care of you, and that’s what I intend to do.” I gather up her clothes, realizing how Doreen has given her quite a few outfits that will make any manhood grow instantly hard. I suppose that is the majority of her wardrobe anyhow, so I shouldn’t have expected much less given her reputation.

“We have a pool outback if you are thinking about changing into this?” I cock an eyebrow at her, noticing the pink bikini that’s lying right on top of the pile.

“But, it’s raining,” she laughs, giving me a sexy smile that makes me want to attack her with kisses all over her smooth skin. I wonder if she has any idea how much she’s teasing me right now.

“The sun is peaking out, and it gets hot as hell here in the summer. I think I’m going for a dip myself,” I state, raking my eyes over her body once again.

I drag my eyes to meet her gaze, finding her to look excited and nervous all in one.

“I can meet you outside. I know how to get to my room, so I should be quick.” She assures me, snatching her clothes from my arms. The way her blue eyes shine makes my dick hard as it presses up tightly against my slacks, and I know she can see just what she’s doing to me.

I give her a nod, as she then turns around to head toward the stairwell. I can’t help but watch her ass sway back and forth, wondering if that’s how she always walks or if she’s trying to turn me on to a whole other level.

I quickly make way to my room, wasting no time as I change from my clothes into swim shorts, grabbing something rather tight to put on. She needs to know just what she’s doing to me. My dick is hard, and I can’t stop imagining what she’s going to look like in that little bikini. I swing a robe on to hide, very well knowing I could raise suspicion, and I don’t need any of the maids reporting back to Doreen.