Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 117 Maid Stella

The sloppy, wet sounds of her saliva coating my cock echoed through the air, a filthy testament to her eager obedience. Bubbles of spit formed and popped at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper and deeper with each pass. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and sucking, desperate to bring me pleasure.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripping her tightly as I began to fuck her face in earnest. I held her head still, my hips thrusting forward, driving my cock deeper into her throat with each powerful movement.

She gagged and spluttered, her face turning red with the effort, but she never tried to pull away. She was mine, completely and utterly, and she would do anything to serve me.

"Fuck, yes," I groaned, my body tensing as I felt my orgasm building. "This is what you were made for, Margaret. To serve me, to pleasure me, to be my fucking slut."

Her eyes looked up at me, filled with tears and devotion, as she continued to work my cock, her enthusiasm never waning despite her discomfort. And as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I released my load into Margaret's eager mouth.

I came hard inside Margaret's mouth, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I unloaded my hot, sticky seed onto her tongue. I held her head firmly in place, my fingers tangled tightly in her hair, as I watched her struggle to swallow every last drop.

Her eyes watered, and her cheeks hollowed with the effort, but she dutifully obeyed, her throat working as she gulped down my essence.

As the last of my orgasm subsided, I looked down at her, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "That's it, my slutty wife," I growled, my voice laced with malice and satisfaction. "Swallow it all. Show me how much of a whore you are for me."

I reached down, tracing the outline of her jaw with my fingertips, my touch gentle yet firm. "You are mine, Margaret," I reminded her, my voice a low, commanding growl.

Margaret nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, as she finally swallowed the last of my cum. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse and breathy. "I am yours, and yours alone. I will do anything to please you, to be your slutty wife." Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

Margaret diligently licked my cock clean, her tongue working meticulously to ensure that not a single drop of my essence remained. As she finished her task, I noticed Julie, Jessica, and Karen entering the room. Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the scene before them, Margaret on her knees, her lips glistening with the remnants of our encounter.

Karen, always the more playful of the group, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease Margaret. "Looks like someone's having milk for breakfast," she quipped, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.

The room filled with chuckles, the other women amused by Karen's remark. Margaret, however, blushed deeply, her embarrassment evident as she averted her gaze, unable to meet the eyes of her friends.

I looked around the room, taking stock of who was present. Paige was notably absent, but I decided to proceed with the plans at hand. "Alright, everyone," I announced, my voice commanding attention. "It's time for us to move to our new house. Jessica," I said, turning my gaze to her, "I've decided to handle the situation with your husband and daughter after we've settled in there."

Jessica nodded her expression a mix of relief and apprehension. She understood that her family's fate was in my hands, and she trusted me to deal with them as I saw fit.

With everyone in agreement, we began to prepare for the move. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as we readied ourselves for the next chapter of our lives.

The new house in Beverly Hills was more than just a change of scenery; it was a symbol of our growing power and influence, a testament to our unstoppable ambition.

I swiftly instructed SERA to arrange a private plane for us. Within moments, SERA replied, ''Master, it's taken care of. The private plane will be ready shortly, and I will inform you when everything is set."

As we prepared to leave, SERA continued, "Master, I have something to report to you."

I paused, turning my attention to the AI. "Go ahead, SERA. What is it?"

SERA began its update, "Master, our new investment company has started generating substantial profits. Initially, I instructed the artificial humans to take out loans to facilitate future trades. As of now, all loans have been repaid, and we have made a profit of $6 billion in just two days of future trading."

I nodded, impressed with the rapid success. SERA continued, "Additionally, our new social media platform, Immortal Feeds, is now live. I have started posting anime versions of movie trailers generated under the banner of our Immortal Enterprises Production House. The response has been overwhelmingly positive, with users and critics alike praising the innovative content."

SERA then reported, "With these developments, you have become a super successful business tycoon in the eyes of the outside world. Your photo and bio are now featured on the official websites of every company under our umbrella, introducing you as the visionary behind our empire."

I smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction and pride. The world was finally recognizing my achievements and the power I held. With SERA's unwavering support and the dedication of my team, our empire was growing stronger by the day.

Stella approached me, her eyes cast downward in a show of respect and shyness. Her voice was soft and tentative as she spoke, her gaze flickering briefly to my cock before returning to the floor. "Master... breakfast is ready," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

I looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Very well, let's go," I agreed, nodding. Then, addressing the room, I announced, "Everyone, let's gather for breakfast first." My voice was firm yet warm, extending an invitation that was hard to resist. I quickly pulled on my pants and stood up, ready to lead the way.

The group began to move towards the dining table, the sound of chairs being pulled out and silverware clinking filling the air. Stella, ever the professional, began to serve breakfast to each person, her movements graceful and efficient.

She started with me, approaching my side with a plate laden with delicious food. As she leaned in to place the dish before me, I couldn't help but admire her form.

The maid costume she wore accentuated her curves, the fabric hugging her generous hips and ample breasts. Her ass moved enticingly as she walked, the firm, rounded cheeks begging to be squeezed and admired.

Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, the creamy mounds threatening to spill forth from the confines of her uniform.

I felt a stirring in my loins as I watched her, my cock beginning to harden at the sight of her luscious body so tantalizingly displayed.

The thought of reaching out and grabbing a handful of her supple flesh, of feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch, was almost too tempting to resist.

As Stella continued to serve the others, I allowed my gaze to linger on her, appreciating the view and the knowledge that she was mine to command, mine to enjoy.

The others at the table seemed to share my sentiment, their eyes following her movements with a mix of admiration and desire.