Lance Hayward
I fucked into Zeta's cunt, building toward that eruption. Her pussy massaged the crown of my dick. I hurtled closer and closer to it. A big smile spread on my lips as I enjoyed every second of that hot, juicy cunt I fucked.
Owning a harem of maids was the best.
"Fuck!" I groaned as Zeta's pussy convulsed around my dick.
"Master!" she squealed, rubbing her face into Rashimi's cunt. "Please, please, cum in my pussy! Flood me with all your jizz!"
"Yes, please, Master!" Rashimi gasped. Her back arched and red-brown boobs jiggled. "Oh, my, yes! Zeta!"
She bucked, too, drowning Zeta in pussy cream. I loved that delight as I buried my cock into that hot pussy. I loved how her snatch rippled around my dick. It was just so fantastic. I loved the way she suckled at me. She nursed with all that hot flesh around my dick.
"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned, savoring that pleasure surging around my cock. I erupted.
I pumped my cum into that delicious pussy. I flooded her with all that jizz that I had in my nuts. I growled out in delight as I spurted my seed into her twat. She suckled at me, working out the jizz in my nuts.
Ecstasy exploded through me like a rocket. Cum jetted out of my dick into Zeta's hot cunt. I groaned as the euphoria hammered my mind. I soared so high, into the stratosphere of rapture. I grunted as I erupted one last time.
"Damn," I groaned and pulled out of her cunt.
She quivered in delight and crawled up Rashimi's body. They melted together into a kiss. I loved that sight. I smiled at them as I headed out of their bedroom into the hallway. The sun was setting, but the house just felt so much safer.
I headed into the living area, my stomach rumbling. I expected to see my mother cooking dinner, but no one was. I blinked at that. The living area was full of nuns who were lounging after spending the day cleaning.
"Would you like a massage, Master," Aunt Nancy asked. She had a busty, Korean maid with her. A MILF with a hungry gleam in her eyes. "She can give you a happy ending."
"Just wondering where my mom is. Shouldn't she be starting dinner?"
Aunt Nancy blinked. "Oh, well, we have so many maids now. She's probably using the big kitchens."
"Oh, right," I said. "I think I'll go see if I can snatch something. I'm starving."
"Young men always are." Aunt Nancy winked at me in a saucy way.
Chuckling, I headed out of the mansion, Alice following me out.
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Ms. Lynette Docea
Abigail and I arrived at the apartment of her friend, Marsha. The naked maid, wearing only her gray garter, knocked on the door. She was a great addition to the harem. An expert on Mesoamerican Mythology. But I wanted an expert in the British Isles.
The door opened and Marsha stood there. She was supposed to be an expert in Celtic Mythology with a Ph.D. in that field. "Oh, hey, Abigail, how are you doing?"
"Job recruiting," Abigail answered.
I studied Marsha. She wore glasses, which I quite like, and had a slender build. Her brown hair fell long and straight. She was in her late twenties and definitely kept in good shape. She was pretty, not as hot as some of the harem members, but she had her charms.
I studied her small apartment, too. Her coffee table was scattered with papers. She looked to be grading them, she was a college teacher. She was also in the middle of eating Chinese takeout, a half-drunk beer on the end table. The TV was on a documentary about the history of antibiotics.
I nodded, approving of what I saw here.
I opened the cedar case and pulled out a gray garter. The look on Marsha's face was priceless. The joy. The excitement. She tore off her clothes, so ready to be a Scientist-Maid for Master Hayward. I was so glad I had found two great additions to the harem.
Marsha pulled off her t-shirt. She had a gray sports bra on beneath. She pulled that off, her round boobs bounced out. I smiled and cupped one, squeezing it as she started unsnapping the jeans she wore. Not tight jeans. Comfortable one.
Her panties were plain, boring. She shoved those off, too. A thick bush appeared dripping with her juices. She shuddered as she stripped fully naked. She quivered there, staring at me with this look of such hope on her face.
She raised her left.
I knelt before her, loving how flawless her skin was. That was just perfect. I slipped the garter on her, the gray looking so perfect against her light beige hue. I worked it up and up. She adjusted her glasses, beaming.
"I'm Master Hayward's now," she groaned as I settled the garter in place.
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