Chapter fourteen.

“She can do whatever the fuck she wants. I don’t care. I want you, Alina. Nothing else matters.”

“Daaarling~!”

Alina's slender back arched off the ivory satin sheets as Levi's bulbous tip **** the insubstantial gusset of her skimpy panties into her moist depths, wreathing his first few girthy inches in the gossamer fabric as he buried them into her tight, exultant womanhood.

She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

The command was clear, if open ended and Carmen knew without question what she wanted in that sexually saturated moment.

She seized the slippery mechanical dildo in a renewed grip and began working it furiously in and out of her wonderfully convulsing cunt while fixated on her two favorite people expressing their eternal devotion to each other in the most undeniably primal manner possible.

"Oh fuck, Alina. Your pussy is perfect… it feels too good. Everything about you is too fucking perfect!"

"When you say these kind words to this old widow, my lonely heart fills to bursting with love for you, my dearest Levi."

Carmen had shuffled to the side of the bed on her stocking-clad knees.

It wasn't easy to move with any alacrity with her hand sawing the battery operated marital aid in and out of her ecstatic nethers but she needed to see them. To observe the two most incredible avatars of Cupidean desire and Athenian beauty joining in a serendipitous coupling of Olympian prestige.

Carmen rocked forward on her thick, wobbling thighs, as though leaning into a hurricane wind, fighting to inch her slack-jawed expression closer to the amorous, preordained pairing.

Millard; her new Master, was feeding more of his cunt-splitting width into the Mistress Makarova's welcoming womanhood, heedless of the skimpy lingerie that vainly attempted to bar entry to her slick passage.

More and more of the stretching purple lace was pressed deep into the moaning goddess's dewy folds by the unstoppable **** of Levi's indomitable immensity until the tensile threshold of the tulle fabric was finally overcome and he suddenly plunged into her scintillating tightness accompanied by the sound of wet cloth tearing apart.

"At laaast~!" Alina sang out her victorious bliss like a Broadway diva hitting her showstopping high-note as her young lover hilted himself completely inside her. "I have my Lion inside me and it is so gloriously huge. You are reshaping my womanly flower with your amazing manhood, Darling!"

"What was it you were saying about manliness again?" Levi chuffed as he began hammering into the gorgeous blonde's pink pussy with bestial vigor.

There was no slow easing in or lead-up in his reckless pace. He drove himself into the Russian beauty as though he wanted to break the bed and fuck her into the hardwood floor.

His chiseled hips pumped like hydraulic pistons as his hands and lips explored her flawless face and figure. Levi clawed and licked, nipped and kissed, attacking Alina's slender neck, smooth shoulders and enormous swaying breasts as he fucked her in long, powerful strokes that bunched the sheets and drove them both up the length of the lavish mattress.

Carmen's lush body jittered and jerked with each pounding penetration of the Mistress's celestial cunt as though it were her own. She tugged down the low, swooping neckline to free her own ginormous knockers and quickly sucked a fat brown into her mouth to stifle a girlish whimper as she imagined that it was her being impaled.

It was wrong to think that way of the Master but…

She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

"It–it implies masculine perfection… Darling, yes!" The golden-haired Aphrodite mewled, her sculpted calves crossing over his flexing ass to trap him in place and pull him ever deeper into her divine, dripping channel. Her lubricious womanhood greedy for every inch of him. "You are that, you are! More so everyday… take what is yours, dearest Levi. Fill me with your heat, I wish to feel it burning deep within me!"

Carmen let go of the vibrator and climbed unsteadily up onto the bed. The rubbery tool slipped out of her and the Latina maid moaned as cool air entered her gaping pussy as she raised a shaky knee to mount the mattress.

Good riddance, it couldn't hold a candle to the firestorm of purest consuming passion that raged before her in human form. Hot waves of carnal lust baked her olive skin and sweat drenched the frilly maid outfit until the black satin and white lace took on a wet, clingy sheen. Loose strands of her midnight hair sticking to her perspiring face and neck.

"Fill you? Oh shit, Alina… wa–wait. We're not using protection–"

An errant ray of sanity seemed to break through the stormy clouds of hedonistic bliss and Levi's thrusting tempo faltered a fraction but Mistress Makarova wasn't having any of it. She crossed her ankles behind the rutting Master’s back and drove the tall heels of her black pumps into his muscular flanks like spurs.

Carmen's eyes were wide as saucers and her vacant young womb twinged in a sympathetic ache as the alluring Russian angel begged Levi for his virile seed. She desperately wanted to help in some manner…

"No, nooo~! Darling, please… Don't pull away. Your Lioness needs to feel your manly love warming her from within."

They were pressed up against the polished cedar headboard, Alina bucking her luscious hips up off the glossy sheets in an attempt to ride the Master's engorged enormity to final fruition as he appeared caught between his blazing desire to satisfy the gorgeous pleading milf's demands and some antiquated notion of sexual proprietary.

She can do whatever the fuck she wants.

"Please…." Carmen whined piteously, rising on her knees behind Levi and pressing her heavy naked tits into his back. Her pebbled brown nipples tingled electrically against his burning skin. "Won't you fill my Mistress, please? Can't you see how much she needs it?"

The position wasn't comfortable in the least.

The pointed toes of Ms Makarova's fancy shoes were digging into the cute little pooch of Carmen's soft belly through the skimpy maid outfit. The ruffled black skirt and white petticoats bunched up between them as she locked her knees in behind Levi's own to lean into his humping hips.

With a frown of agitation she drew back long enough to hike the troublesome dress up over her hourglass waist before settling her drenched panties back down against his bare, bucking butt.

"Wha–what?" The young stud gasped, craning his neck to look back at her. "Carmen… hrrngh~ what the fuck are you doing?"

Carmen moaned as she ground her puffy pussy lips into Levi's rolling glutes, her sodden thong sticking to his flexing flesh as she effectively rode him into older blonde's exuberant womanhood. The fantabulous sliding friction caused her slutty lingerie bottoms to ride up and pull taut across her thrumming, blooming rosebud.

It felt bold. Forward. Shameful even, to insert herself unbidden into their prurient performance. Her convulsing cunt pulsed to the rhythm of delicious depravity.

"Kitten is assisting us, Darling. Sweet little thing that she is." Alina huffed as the three of them crowded the headboard, still power-bottoming Levi from below and tracing her questing hands over his hunched shoulders. "That is her job now, her role in our growing household. Kitten is the new help after-all."

Her manicured fingers intertwined behind his corded neck for leverage as the writhing, bucking milf arched up into Levi’s broad chest, pressing her pillowy breasts and ruby lips into him in a sensual full-body kiss.

Carmen sighed longingly at the pussy-clenching sight.

They fit perfectly together, like two handcrafted puzzle pieces interlocking in a star-crossed union. Coming together to cum together with her attending them like a devout holy handmaiden, divinely blessed to slake her own wanton thirst from the spillover of their intimate intensity.

“Let me help… Master.” She panted, timidly trying the formal honorific and shuddering with an unexpected thrill as she pressed her fresh softness firmly into his hunched, heaving back. Pushing him deeper into Ms Makarova with all the jiggling weight of her additional curves. “Oooh… but it feels good to call you that, Master. Like, just imagining I belong to you makes my naughty little clitty all tingly and happy.”

“Holy shit.” Levi growled, his titanic rigidity a blur between the Mistresses' silky slender thighs. “This is kinda fucked up but I’m too fucking turned on right now!”

“Yes, Darling… Yes! Your Alina is so close. Don’t stop until you have filled me with all your molten seed!”

Carmen was riding the edge too. She didn’t fully understand it, but there were a great many things in her life she had failed to properly comprehend until today and none of them felt this cunt-crushingly amazing. With a hitch in her quickening breath, she let any remaining concerns fade like embers blown away on the winds of sinful, soulful gratification.

She was Kitten now. Carefree and playful, basking in the warm sunshine of her wonderful Master and Mistress’s mutual lusty adoration as she trimmed her plump pussy against the sexy hunk’s rump and painted his searing skin in her free-flowing juices.

“It–It’s okay, Master…” Dios but that name was really doing it for her. Each repetition coaxed forth another shuddering after-shock of orgasmic bliss as her enormous tits jiggled like jello against his shoulder blades and she fought to speak through trembling, drooling lips. “I feel it too. Please, give my beautiful Mistress with all your hot gooey love. Let this unworthy Kitten watch you fill her with all your creamy seed so I might taste you both on my tongue when I clean your magnificent cock once you are thoroughly spent.”

“Clean my–what?” Levi yowled in horny delirium as his boiling nuts smacked heavy as two medicine balls into the uplifted bubble butt of the moaning golden goddess under him. “Oh fuck, Alina! I cumming–”

“Yes, YES, my Lion!” Ms Makarova sang, her voice hitting a clear high note as her voluptuous figure seized up in a paroxystic peak of climactic release. “Do it… nyaa~! Give your Lioness everything you have. Fill my empty womb and give me whole litters of your babies! I want it… haaa~ I want all of it!”

She clung to him like a leech. Her toned arms and legs deadlocked around Levi’s ripped torso as her dazzling emerald eyes blazed and she shoved her eager tongue into his slack-jawed mouth. Kitten reverberated with her own soaring climax, her hand snaking down to massage her Master’s balls as they dropped a virile payload directly into the Mistress’s waiting baby-belly.

She wanted to make sure he gave the Mistress every last precious drop inside them.

“Oh, Master. Oooh… Master!” She chirped, feeling them throb and expand in her buttery soft grip. “You are producing so much delicious cream for this hungry Kitten to lick up. Thank you, Master. Thank you!”

The frantic moment slowed as they lay there at the top of the grandiose bed, stacked atop each other in a sweaty stack of orgasmic flesh. Levi’s cock sheathed to the hilt in Alina’s pretty little pussy as he poured a torrid torrent of his sticky baby-batter into his gorgeous older lover.

Kitten leaned over to risk a glance between the sweaty press of their heavenly bodies and enviously gnawed her lower lip at the protruding bump in Ms Makarova’s otherwise flat belly.

Master’s glorious cock, there could be no doubt. How could she have ever doubted his phallic prowess? His throbbing balls felt so at home in her small, fondling fingers. The fabled Andrew Turner and his puny ten inches couldn’t hope to measure up to her new Master’s magnificence.

“Lick up?” Levi groaned, he sounded dazed and Kitten felt his jewels spasm in one final excited spurt that broke the seal of Alina’s skin-tight grip on his girthy shaft and dropped a sticky dollop of their mixed love-juices down over the Latina maid’s curled knuckles. “No fucking way…”

“She is the new help, Darling.” Ms Makarova purred, her exotically accented voice rich with self-satisfaction as she finally relinquished her ****-grip on his broad shoulders and settled smugly back into the colorful bulwark of throw pillows. “A maid’s job is to clean, is it not? Do not pester the poor girl about her duties.”

His slowly softening cock eventually slipped free of the velvety vice grip of the Russian angel’s engorged folds–much to her musically moaned disappointment–and a flash flood of pearly seed spilled out onto the ivory sheets to pool on the shiny satin.

”Mmmmm… yummy. Thank you, Master.” Kitten hummed, pulling back the dense tail of her raven hair to bow low and extending her moist pink tongue to lap up the puddle of warm, scrumptious fluids as though it were the honey of the gods. “May I please have some more?”

“Greedy little Kitty. You need to learn your new role properly.” The Mistress grumped as Levi slumped to the bed beside her then giggled happily as he pulled her close for a post-coital snuggle. “Come clean me first, then you may tend to the bedding.”

She hiked up one knee to show Kitten her over-stuffed pussy, leaking a steady stream of viscous white over the shredded remains of her violet lace lingerie bottoms.

Kitten licked her already cum-glossed lips, feeling a pang of hunger upon seeing the steamy motherload.

“Right away, Mistress. Thank you for instructing me.”

It tasted rich and creamy and saccharine sweet as she eagerly licked up her mouth-watering reward from the benevolent goddess’s perfect folds and thighs.

Like vanilla pudding or perhaps a baked cheesecake.

Kitten didn’t have personal experience on how a man tasted before today but now that she did, the hugely endowed maid wanted more…

“Darling, you play so beautifully. It makes my fragile heart take flight like a baby bird.”

Levi was sharing the ornately carved bench stool with his Lioness, his woman. Both of them were delightfully naked as he tickled out Beethoven's moonlight sonata on the ivory keys of Alina’s grand piano.

It was a parlor grand, easily the largest he had ever played and a Bösendorfer at that. His eyebrows had nearly shot up into his hairline when he had first read the exclusive Austrian manufacturer’s name on the small brass name-plate. It played like a dream… normally.

“It’s not easy with you clinging to my arm, Love and Carm–uh… Kitten keeps getting in the way of the foot pedals.”

“Shush… the girl is still in training and needs your strong guiding hand, my Lion.” Alina purred, tugging his jacked bicep deeper into her cushiony cleavage and resting her pretty head on his strapping shoulder. “Will you keep playing for me or are you still hungry?”

A small china plate was balanced on a corner of the instrument's top, smears of chocolate sauce and scattered crumbs the only evidence of the milky dessert it once held. It was Levi’s third helping of Ptichye Moloko and he felt quite full after the stunning blonde milf had once again spoon-fed him the sugary confection.

The way Alina lewdly panted and mewled as he ate made the offered treat difficult to refuse though she had to compete with the loud slurping and lip-smacking noises coming from directly beneath the keyboard.

“It’s not my hands she is focused on but I can keep playing.” Levi conceded, leaning down to kiss her golden hair affectionately and breathe in her intoxicating springtime scent. “Are you sure she is alright? Your kitten has been down there for a while, it can’t be all that comfortable.”

”Gluuurp~!”

The wet garbled groan sounded like one of affirmation as another short jet of precum erupted from his enlarged cock directly down the vacuuming throat of the excessively curvy Latina maid crouched low between his widespread knees.

Jeezus but he was still hard, and she just kept on sucking and swallowing everything that he gave her. Licking, moaning and begging for more.

“She is not complaining, Darling and is right where she needs to be for the moment.” Alina assured him, nuzzling Levi’s cheek and bathing him in butterfly kisses. “Are you growing bored with her oral attentions? We could move on to titty-fucking drills next if you like…”

“No, no. She’s doing fine.” Levi assured his lover, giving her substantial butt a quick squeeze before placing his hands back on the keys with a mischievous grin. “How about we set a faster pace for your Kitten. Do you know ‘Flight of the Bumblebee’?”

Alina let out a joyous chiming laugh and wrapped her loving arms around him, reaching down to sink one elegant hand into busty, cock-slobbering maid’s midnight hair.

“Of course, my Lion! It is a popular piece from Rimsky-Korsakov's opera ‘The Tale of Tsar Saltan’. I will make certain she keeps up.”

”Mmmnph~!”

Kitten’s gurgle of gagging excitement was all the encouragement Levi needed as he cracked his knuckles, settled his large fingers on the keys and began to play…

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