382: Maid Heaven (18++)
“Haaah! Keep fucking her, Your Majesty!” a woman in her late twenties laughed while under her black friend. Fair of skin, a sea of curly blonde hair, big eyes, and full lips, nearly as red as her flushed face. She licked her full lips as she watched her butt-fucked friend’s pleasure face. “The way her clit rubs against mine each time you slam into her ass~”
“And what an amazing ass it is!” the old man slapped the tanned bubbly butt of his second senior maid. He then squeezed those cheeks hard with both hands and thrust deep inside once again, arching his back to push as deep as he could to the beautiful voice of his maid’s delirious moans while the two maids rubbed their voluptuous sweaty bodies against each other, groping every inch of skin they could get their hands on, moaning, giggling, using their wet tongues to lick each other’s bodies and exchange wet kisses.
“Ah, hold on, Miranda, I just need to have another,” the skinny old pervert reached for a bag at his side. He unwittingly ended up slipping out of his servant’s ass, unveiling a monster ten-inch schlong, covered in thick pulsating veins. It looked even more absurdly larder than it already was because of the old man’s skinny, wrinkled physique.
“Ahn!? Your Majesty? Why’d you stop?” Miranda cried out and turned around. Her torn-up maid outfit fluttered, following her body, the purple adornments matching her eyes, despite the dilated pupils. “P-please put it back! I need it bad!”
“Oh, don’t be like that sis, can’t you make do with me for now?” the blonde put her hand on her friend’s face and pulled her back.
When Miranda saw her friend’s face again her eyes instantly jumped to the two small black pills on the tip of her friend’s stuck-out tongue.
“Jasmine!? When?” Miranda gasped. But she read her friend’s lewd expression clearly: ‘Do you care?’
Not in the slightest. Miranda leapt for the pills of joy with near desperation, sticking her tongue into her friend’s mouth, seeking to claim the pills before they could both start unfairly dissolving in her friend’s mouth.
“What!? Jasmine had more?? No fair!” another girl complained. Angela, the fifth oldest princess, with brown eyes and pink, shoulder blade length hair. Apparently, the sudden appearance of two more pills was enough to part from a pussy as delicious as Anastasia’s.
Without saying a word, Anastasia pushed the complainer’s head back down to where it belonged. Anastasia then leaned back and crossed her legs around Angela’s back. The only girl who still wore a bra in this situation, Anastasia reached to her left cup and pulled out an exact same black pill as Jasmine had.
“Mfff!?” Angela nearly choked when she looked up and saw Anastasia put the pill into her mouth. She pushed against Anastasia’s legs and cried out, “You too!?”
“Not my fault you gobbled up yours the second you got them,” Anastasia said coldly as she looked down at the inferior maid. Looking up, Angela could not find a shred of mercy in Anastasia’s eyes, for Anastasia did not tolerate interruptions to her pussy pleasure. “Now put your tongue back to what it’s meant for!”
Meanwhile, the ruler of all these darling maids poured the contents of a small brown pouch all over his senior maid’s big brown ass. He then used his long nail to form a line, as straight as he could on such a soft, round ass cheek. But just as he leaned to snort it all, Miranda’s body spasmed and the powder flew all over her sweaty butt.
“NOOOOOOOOO!!” Selirius screamed in horror and rushed to lick up what little he could salvage before it all wen to waste. But even as he licked his maid’s ass clean, he already felt that the effects would not be even half as potent as if he had done it properly. When he sat up, his grey beard was a little darker from the fine mist of powder.
“Slut!” Selirius spanked Miranda’s ass. “Can’t you do even one thing right!!”
But Miranda just moaned from the sweet pleasure of the spanking His Majesty gave her, accentuating the lovemaking she and Jasmine were in the midst of while the effect of the fresh dose of concentrated pills kicked in.
Selirius exhaled heavily as he marveled at Miranda’s marvelous butt. So soft, so smooth. He was angry with his maid, but he could not stay angry with her butt. He could not help but squeeze it again, just to feel his fingers sink into the first-rate dough.
“What a naughty ass!” the king’s breathing quickened, and his massive tree-trunk twitched. “Not even so much as an apology? You understand what that means, right?”