Undoing his belt, Arthur's cock sprang free, all eight inches standing tall and proud beneath Mrs. Foxwell's soft hands.
"What a tasty treat you have here for mommy." Mrs. Foxwell lowered her face, getting up close to Arthur's cock. She inhaled deeply, taking in his scent, a mix of musky masculine heat and a hint of body wash.
Starting at the base, she pressed soft kisses along his shaft, working her way up to the tip before reversing course. This time, her hands found his balls.
She massaged them gently while her lips and tongue traced patterns along his length, coating him in saliva. Arthur's cock twitched under the attention, eager and responsive.
"Oh baby, surely you can hold it back longer than that, right?" Mrs. Foxwell's voice carried a note of disappointment.
Arthur's mind flashed to Leon the way she'd scolded him for finishing too quickly.
"Don't worry, ma'am. Even if I bust now, I've got plenty left in the tank to keep going." He tried to sound confident, reassuring.
Mrs. Foxwell's eyes narrowed, though her lips curled into a satisfied smile.
"I'm going to hold you to that, young man."
Before Arthur could respond, she lowered her head and took him whole. In one smooth motion, she deep-throated his entire length, her nose pressing against his pelvis.
Arthur's eyes went wide.
'Holy—'
Mira could go deep, but nothing like this. Not with this skill. Not with this suction.
"Ahhh!" Arthur couldn't hold back the groan that tore from his throat. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair, knuckles white as he fought to keep from exploding in her mouth.
'It's so tight and her tongue—oh fuck!' His head fell back, pleasure crashing through him in waves.
Mrs. Foxwell hummed around his cock, the vibration making his hips buck involuntarily. She watched his face twist in desperate pleasure, his jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temples.
'His expressions are so cute,' she thought, delighted. 'And that maid of his—oh, she isn't too bad herself.'
Behind her, Mira was still hard at work.
Her face was buried between Mrs. Foxwell's thick thighs, tongue working tirelessly. She licked each fold with focused attention, teasing and provoking with every stroke. Her hands gripped Mrs. Foxwell's ass, spreading her wider to get deeper access.
Mrs. Foxwell's hips shifted back against Mira's face, grinding slightly as the pleasure built.
She pulled off Arthur's cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.
"Good boy," she purred, stroking him slowly. "You didn't come. Maybe you're not as weak as I thought."
Arthur's breathing was ragged, his cock throbbing in her hand.
"I told you... I can handle it."
Mrs. Foxwell grinned wickedly. "We'll see about that."
She took him back into her mouth, this time setting a rhythm—fast, deep, relentless. Her head bobbed up and down, cheeks hollowing with suction as she worked him over like a professional.
Arthur's hands found her hair, fingers tangling in the auburn strands. He wasn't guiding her—she didn't need it—but he needed something to hold onto before he lost his mind entirely.
Behind her, Mira shifted her approach. Her tongue moved from broad strokes to focused attention on Mrs. Foxwell's clit, circling and flicking with precision.
Mrs. Foxwell moaned around Arthur's cock, the sound vibrating through his entire length.
"Fuck," Arthur hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Mrs. Foxwell took it in stride, adjusting her angle to take him even deeper. Her throat constricted around him, swallowing, massaging.
'I'm not gonna last. Not like this.'
But he refused to give in. Not yet. Not before she did.
Through the Mark, he felt Mira's focus—her determination to make Mrs. Foxwell come first. The phantom echo of pleasure from Mira fed back to him, adding another layer to the overwhelming sensation.
Mrs. Foxwell's thighs trembled. Her breathing quickened, even with Arthur's cock buried in her throat.
Mira sensed it too. She doubled down, sucking Mrs. Foxwell's clit into her mouth while two fingers slid inside, curling upward.
Mrs. Foxwell's eyes went wide. Her body tensed.
She pulled off Arthur's cock again, gasping.
"You little—ahh!"
Her words dissolved into a moan as Mira's fingers found the right spot. Her hips bucked back against Mira's face, grinding shamelessly.
Arthur watched, cock throbbing in the open air, as Mrs. Foxwell's composure finally cracked.
"Don't stop," she breathed, her voice rough. "Don't you dare stop."
Mira had no intention of stopping.
Seeing Mrs. Foxwell more helpless than she'd looked all night, Arthur took his chance.
He reached out and grabbed the edge of her boob window, pulling the fabric down. Her massive breasts spilled free, bouncing as they escaped their confines.
Arthur's hands were on them immediately, grabbing a fistful of each and kneading them like dough.
'So fucking soft.'
Her nipples hardened under his palms as he squeezed and massaged, feeling the weight of them in his hands.
"Ahh! Yes! Touch me from both sides—yes!" Mrs. Foxwell's composure shattered completely.
The tag team assault from Mira below and Arthur above pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled. Her breathing came in short, desperate gasps.
But Arthur wasn't done.
A sly idea formed in his mind.
He pushed himself slightly off the chair, angling his hips forward until his cock hovered directly over Mrs. Foxwell's face.
Then he slapped her across the cheek with it.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
"Who's the filthy MILF now, Mrs. Foxwell?" Arthur's voice came out rough, dripping with satisfaction and revenge for how she'd teased him earlier.
Mrs. Foxwell's eyes rolled back slightly, her face flushed deep red.
"Me! I'm the filthy MILF!" she moaned, her voice breaking.
She grabbed Arthur's waist with both hands, using him to keep herself upright as her legs threatened to give out beneath Mira's relentless tongue.
Then she slammed her mouth down on his cock.
No teasing this time. No slow build-up.
She took him to the base in one motion, throat opening to swallow his entire length. Her lips pressed against his pelvis as she held him there, swallowing around him, massaging his cock with her throat.
"Fuck!" Arthur's hands flew to her hair, gripping tight.
'She's too good I can hold back.'
His hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing even deeper. Mrs. Foxwell didn't gag at the sudden force. Instead she just went back to business tightening her lips and throat around his cock.
Behind her, Mira could feel Mrs. Foxwell's body tightening. The professor was close, so close.
Mira's fingers curled inside her, stroking what Mira assumes is Mrs. Foxwell's g-spot. All while her tongue worked Mrs. Foxwell's clit in rapid circles.
In response Mrs. Foxwell's thighs clamped around Mira's head. Her whole body went rigid for a moment teetering on the edge.
But she didn't give.
Arthur, on the other hand—
"Fuck! I'm—I can't—!"
His hands tightened in her hair as the pleasure became too much. The wet heat of her throat, the suction, the way she swallowed around him it all crashed down at once.
He came.
Hard.
His cock pulsed in her mouth as he emptied himself down her throat, rope after rope of cum flooding into her. Mrs. Foxwell took it all without flinching, swallowing every drop while her body still trembled on the edge of her own denied climax.
'Fuck... I couldn't hold it...' Arthur's chest heaved, his grip on her hair loosening as the orgasm left him dazed.
Mrs. Foxwell pulled off his cock slowly, licking her lips as she swallowed the last of his release. Her pussy was still clenching around Mira's fingers, her body screaming for release.
She looked up at Arthur and as if a switch flipped her hazel eyes, and wicked smile spread across her face making his blood run cold.
"Oh baby," she purred, her voice dangerously sweet. "Did you really just cum before mommy?"
Arthur's still-sensitive cock twitched.
'Oh shit.'
"And after you thought you could slap mommy's face with your cock like some kind of toy?" She stood up slowly, pulling away from Mira's talented tongue. Her legs shaking, her pussy dripping wet and desperately unfulfilled but the look in her eyes was pure predatory dominance.
"I think someone needs to learn a lesson about respect."
Before Arthur could respond, Mrs. Foxwell grabbed him by the collar and hauled him out of the chair. Despite her trembling legs, her grip was iron.
She pushed him down onto the floor on his back, his cock already starting to recover, the benefit of his Webb bloodline's physical enhancements.
"Mira, darling," Mrs. Foxwell called over her shoulder, her breathing still ragged. "Come here. Mommy's going to show your master what happens when he gets ahead of himself."
Mira pulled back, her face glistening with Mrs. Foxwell's juices. Her eyes met Arthur's, and he could see the mixture of concern and arousal there.
Mrs. Foxwell positioned herself over Arthur's face, her dripping pussy hovering just above his mouth.
"You're going to make me cum with that tongue of yours," she commanded, lowering herself onto his face. "And you're going to watch while I make your pretty little maid scream."
Arthur's view was completely filled with Mrs. Foxwell's thick ass and wet pussy. He could barely breathe, but he knew better than to disobey now.
He got to work immediately, his tongue diving between her folds.
"Good boy," Mrs. Foxwell moaned, grinding down on his face. "Now let's see how long you can last."
She then grabbed Mira by the wrist and pulled the smaller woman onto Arthur's chest, facing away from Arthur's face. Mira's back pressed against Mrs. Foxwell's massive breasts, and the professor's hands immediately went to work.
One hand slid down to Mira's pussy, fingers spreading her open. The other wrapped around to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples.
"Let's make your master watch you fall apart, shall we?" Mrs. Foxwell whispered in Mira's ear, loud enough for Arthur to hear even beneath her.
Mira gasped as two of Mrs. Foxwell's fingers plunged inside her.
Arthur's cock stood fully erect again, throbbing and desperate. But with nothing to alleviate his suffering, he was completely at Mrs. Foxwell's mercy. She shifted her weight deliberately, grinding harder on his face and cutting off his air until he satisfied her demands.
'This woman is actually insane,' Arthur thought, even as his tongue worked furiously at her clit.
Mrs. Foxwell's fingers moved with expert precision inside Mira, curling and stroking in ways that had the maid squirming and moaning within seconds.
"That's it, baby. Let him hear you," Mrs. Foxwell encouraged, her thumb finding Mira's clit while her fingers worked inside.
"Ahh! Mrs. Foxwell!" Mira cried out, her hips bucking.
Arthur could only listen, his face buried between Mrs. Foxwell's thighs, his cock painfully hard and completely untouched. Through the Mark, he could feel echoes of Mira's pleasure building, which only made his own desperation worse.
Mrs. Foxwell ground down harder on Arthur's face, her own pleasure finally starting to build properly now that she was in complete control.
"Make me cum and maybe—maybe—I'll let you touch that poor cock of yours," she panted, her fingers speeding up inside Mira. "But first, I want to feel your maid cum all over my hand. Multiple times."
Mira's back arched, her moans getting higher and more desperate.
Arthur redoubled his efforts, his tongue working Mrs. Foxwell's clit in rapid circles while his hands gripped her thick thighs.
This was going to be a long lesson.
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