As the three of them continued into their debauchery, Arthur couldn't help but savor Mrs. Foxwell's taste as his tongue explored her pink folds.
From her fat ass to her large bosom, her hazel eyes and pretty face, everything came together to make the most wondrous MILF he'd ever seen. The same MILF he was currently eating out while his maid was pinned helplessly on his chest, completely at Mrs. Foxwell's mercy.
"AHHH!" Mira had no defense against it. Her insides twitched as she got closer and closer, Mrs. Foxwell's fingers working her without pause or pity.
'She's going to—'
"That's it, baby," Mrs. Foxwell purred into Mira's ear, her fingers curling precisely. "Don't fight it. Give mommy what she wants."
"I—I can't—!" Mira's thighs clamped together, her back arching hard off Arthur's chest.
Then she shattered.
"AHHHH!"
Her whole body seized as she came. A gush of warm liquid flooded out of her, soaking Arthur's chest beneath her, pooling between them in a rush of heat.
Mira collapsed forward, trembling, her breathing wrecked.
Mrs. Foxwell pulled her fingers free slowly, looking down at the mess with pure delight.
"My, my, my." She clicked her tongue, amusement rich in her voice. "Would you look at that."
She grabbed Mira's chin, tilting her flushed face upward.
"A squirter." Mrs. Foxwell's smile turned wicked. "And all over your master's chest too. How terribly lewd of you, darling."
Mira's face burned scarlet. "I—that doesn't—I don't always—"
"Shh." Mrs. Foxwell pressed a finger to her lips. "Own it. Your master certainly enjoyed it."
Below them, Arthur's cock throbbed against the air, painfully hard and completely ignored. He could feel the warmth of Mira's release soaking into his skin, the phantom echo of her orgasm bleeding through the Mark, and it was driving him absolutely insane.
'I need to—'
"Don't even think about it," Mrs. Foxwell said without even looking at him, as if she could read his mind.
She leaned close to Mira's ear, voice dropping low. "Now then. Be a good girl and take care of that for him. Slowly."
Mira, still trembling from her own climax, looked down at Arthur's cock standing desperate between them. In her dazed eyes, the overwhelmed look was replaced by something far more deliberate.
She wrapped both hands around him.
"Ahh—" Arthur's hips jerked upward instantly.
"Slowly," Mrs. Foxwell repeated firmly, her hand resting on Mira's wrist as a warning.
Mira obeyed. Long, unhurried strokes from base to tip. Squeezing just enough to feel incredible without giving him what he actually needed. Her thumbs dragged over the head on each pass, drawing a sharp hiss from Arthur every time.
'Mira—I swear to god—'
She knew exactly what she was doing. The little smile on her face confirmed it.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Foxwell hadn't stopped. Her fingers found Mira again, sliding back inside her with practiced ease.
"Ah—wait—I just—!" Mira gasped, hips bucking forward.
"I know," Mrs. Foxwell said pleasantly. "But as a big girl, you'll need to learn to continue for your man."
"I can't possibly—"
"You can." Another curl of her fingers. "And you will."
Mira's grip on Arthur faltered as the pleasure hit her again, her strokes losing rhythm. Arthur groaned beneath her, half from the stimulation and half from the torture of it stopping and starting.
"Arrgh." Groaning, Arthur felt closer to cumming, his cock twitching. But just when he reached the edge, Mira stopped, leaving him unsatisfied.
Through the Mark, Arthur could feel how Mira took pleasure every time he got close to cumming, especially when stopping just short of true release.
'This damn girl is taking pleasure in my misery. Arrghh!'
"What's wrong, baby? You stopped giving attention to mommy?" Mrs. Foxwell starts to grind harder on Arthur's face. "Is Mira giving you issues by not letting you cum?"
"Mmmmfff." Unable to speak, Arthur could only muffle his response as he was forced to eat Mrs. Foxwell's pussy.
"Do you want mommy to help you cum, baby?" Mrs. Foxwell asked as she raised herself off his face, giving him room to breathe.
"Please—" The word came out before he could stop it.
Mrs. Foxwell's eyes snapped down to him, gleaming.
"Please what?" she asked sweetly, grinding back down on his face as a reminder of who was in charge.
Arthur's jaw tightened. His pride put up a brief, valiant fight.
Then Mira's thumb pressed into the tip and he broke completely.
"Please—let me cum," he gritted out, his voice rough and desperate. "Please."
The silence that followed lasted exactly long enough to make him regret every decision that led to this moment.
Then Mrs. Foxwell smiled.
"Say 'please mommy, I want you to make me cum.'" Mrs. Foxwell had a sly smile as she started to rub her hands along Arthur's chest, adding to the growing pressure of the request.
Arthur weighed the options in his mind, but his body decided to make one for him.
"Please make me cum, Mommy!" Arthur's face flushed red with embarrassment. Mira looked on with surprise at her master's words.
"Good boy." Mrs. Foxwell looked at Mira. "Give him what he wants."
Having been given permission, Mira—the submissive slave that she was—did as commanded.
Her hands found their rhythm again, wrapping around him. She worked him up and down with focused, deliberate speed. Her soft hands caressed him in her embrace, making sure to envelop his full size.
No more teasing. Just her hands giving Arthur the attention he so desperately craved.
"Mira—" Arthur's voice cracked.
"I've got you," she murmured softly.
Three strokes later he was gone.
"Fuck—!"
His hips drove upward as he came, hard and sudden, ropes of cum shooting up across his stomach and Mira's hands as she worked him through every pulse. His whole body locked up as he released a full, shuddering exhale that left him completely emptied out.
Cum covered both Mira's face and hands, making her look like a truly slutty maid.
Mira milked the last of it from him slowly, fingers gentle now, feeling him twitch with each final pulse.
"That feel good, baby?" Mrs. Foxwell said as she rubbed her hands across Arthur's heaving chest. "You like it when mommy lets your maid treat you." A sly smile spread across her face.
Mrs. Foxwell then lifted herself off Arthur's face at last, finally letting him breathe freely. As she settled beside him, she looked down at Arthur—his face glistening with her juices, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
He looked up at her, taking in the sight. Her hair was disheveled, falling in wild waves around her shoulders. Her dress was completely ruined, barely clinging to her body.
"How you feeling, baby?" Mrs. Foxwell asked as she parted her hair with one hand, letting Arthur get a clear view of her face as she smiled down at him.
His face was still red—from exertion, from embarrassment, from the weight of what he'd said. The feeling of post-orgasm regret washed over him in waves.
'I called her Mommy. Twice. What the hell is wrong with me?'
"What's wrong, baby? You never felt this way before?"
Arthur nodded slowly, unable to find words.
"That's okay. Mommy will take care of you."
Lifting his head gently, she shifted her position and laid him down on her lap. His head now rested at chest level, looking directly at her massive breasts as Mira slumped off to the side, giving them space.
"To make you feel better, mommy is going to give you a treat you've been wanting ever since we met."
Mrs. Foxwell lowered her chest slowly, deliberately. Her breasts descended until they pressed against his face, her pink areolas filling his entire vision, her puffy nipples teasing his lips with their softness.
Arthur didn't hesitate. He opened his mouth and took her nipple in, sucking eagerly. The taste of her flooded his senses—skin and salt and the faint sweetness of sweat that had gathered between her breasts.
'Mmh, so good.' Arthur basked in her taste, letting himself get lost in the simple pleasure of it.
As he sucked on her breast, Mrs. Foxwell's hand lowered to his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. She began stroking slowly, her hand gliding over his cum-covered shaft, making obscene wet sounds with each movement.
Squelch.
Squelch.
Squelch.
The sound echoed in the quiet office, lewd and unmistakable.
Off to the side, Mira sat back and watched, her dark eyes wide.
Her master—always so composed, always in control—was sucking on another woman's breast like a needy child while being stroked back to hardness.
'Master... has a submissive side?'
The discovery sent heat pooling between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together, watching Mrs. Foxwell's skilled hand work Arthur's cock as it slowly firmed up again despite having just cum moments ago.
'Fuck, this is so hot.'
As Mrs. Foxwell continued pumping, Arthur kept his mouth locked on her breast. He sucked and licked, savoring every detail—the texture of her areola, the way her nipple hardened against his tongue, the faint tremor that ran through her body when he grazed it with his teeth.
He looked up, meeting her eyes.
She was gazing down at him with a smile, not the wicked, teasing grin from before, but something softer. Almost tender.
"You seem to be feeling better, baby," Mrs. Foxwell said gently as she slowly withdrew her breast from Arthur's mouth. A thin string of saliva connected his lips to her nipple before breaking.
She shifted, pulling him off her lap and laying him back down on the floor.
"Since mommy gave you a treat, you wouldn't mind giving her one back, would you?"
Before Arthur could respond, she rolled on top of him with surprising grace. Her full weight pressed down against his body—soft curves molding against hard muscle, warm skin sliding against warm skin. Her thick thighs wrapped around him, pinning him beneath her.
Arthur felt the breath leave his lungs as she settled fully on top of him, her massive breasts pressing against his chest. Her nipples, still wet from his mouth, rubbed against his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through him.
His cock responded immediately, twitching and hardening between them.
'Three rounds. I've never been able to go three rounds in my life.'
But there it was standing at attention again, as if the previous two orgasms had never happened.
Mrs. Foxwell felt it too. She shifted her hips, grinding against him, and her eyes lit up with that familiar predatory gleam.
"My, my," she purred, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his shaft. "Your bloodline really is something special, baby. Still hard and ready for mommy?"
Arthur's hands found her hips instinctively, gripping the soft flesh.
"Yes, ma'am," he breathed, his voice rough with renewed desire.
Mrs. Foxwell positioned herself above him, lifting her hips. She guided his cock to her entrance, the tip pressing against her dripping wet folds.
For a moment, she just hovered there, teasing, as always.
Then she looked down at him with a smile that was equal parts hungry and satisfied.
"Good boy."
She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took him to the base, a low, shuddering moan escaping her lips.
"Fuck," Arthur hissed. Even after everything, she was still impossibly tight, her walls gripping him like a vice, hot and slick and absolutely perfect.
Mrs. Foxwell didn't move at first. She just sat there, fully impaled on his cock, savoring the feeling of finally—finally—being filled after holding back for so long.
Her thighs trembled on either side of him.
Then she opened her eyes and looked down at Arthur with an expression of pure, undisguised need.
"Now then," she purred, rolling her hips in a slow, grinding circle that made Arthur's breath catch. "Let's see if you can make mommy cum."
She began to ride.
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