Dinner and dessert for Poppy

The erotic tension in the air didn't subside during dinner. Anita and Poppy made sure of that. The maid's outfit perfectly encased her lush curves, competing with Poppy to receive the men's lustful gaze. Greg's daughter wore her crimson locks in long pigtails that reinforced the jailbait image. As if that wasn't enough, she was practically bursting out of her thin tank top and short skirt.

She caught them staring numerous times and smiled back, encouraging them to devour the voluptuous form she had recently acquired. Greg did his best to stop staring at his daughter, sinful images flashing into his mind each he closed his eyes. He saw Poppy and Anita kissing deeply, the maid slowly getting on her knees to lick Poppy's pussy.

“Mmmh, I'm sooo glad we have her at our service,” Poppy moaned.

“You know you can use her too daddy,” she added, her lustful gaze locked on Greg. “Or maybe you can use me instead,” she said, licking her full lips.

Greg opened his eyes, it was too much for him. Cheating on his wife was already something he never thought he'd do but committing **** with his daughter... People ended up in hell for less.

Bethany sensed her husband's trouble. She was still unusually horny after her vivid dream near the pool and the food Anita prepared wasn't calming her down, quite the contrary. She gently put her hands on her husband's thigh, at first only to comfort him and remind him of her presence but she quickly moved her hand toward his crotch, her rampant horniness gradually getting the better of the posh woman.

Bethany was too focused on her husband to notice Poppy flirting with Duncan. The teenage minx had noticed her stepmother's actions and decided to focus her efforts on Duncan. No one noticed the wrongness of this flirtation with the young temptress. Duncan's eyes were fixated on Poppy's deep cleavage, her foot sliding along his legs each time he tried to look somewhere else.

Anita smiled as she watched her little protegee entrancing her own brother. For her, watching an innocent soul fall into depravity was priceless. And the fact that she was fueling the corruption of the others was even better.

As soon as the dinner was over, Ducan retreated into his room, mumbling something about homework. Greg and his wife also didn't stay, retreating to their bedroom, both of them almost running away, making Anita laugh. Poppy stayed a little longer. She hoped Anita will ultimately grab her and fuck her right here on the kitchen table but the maid kept teasing her, sensuously moving away each time the **** girl tried to grope or kiss her.

"no, no no..." Anita purred, finally pulling the other teenager in a tight embrace, the maid's large breasts pressed on Poppy's back as she maintained her against the kitchen counter.

"You did well," Anita said, licking at the girl's earlobe while one of her hands moved between Poppy's thighs. "But you can do more, you can suck their cock until they'll beg you to fuck you, you can fuck them, in your pussy, in your slutty ass, you can give them so much pleasure they'll give you their soul for more..." Poppy moaned and ground her twat against Anita's skilled finger until she cried, cumming hard.

Anita waited a moment, then brought her smirking lips to the girl's ear.

"Do you want to do this? Can you do this?"

The red-headed girl moved her face up to Anita's, lidded eyes glazed from her orgasm.

"Yesss..." She kissed Anita hard, their tongues wrestling enthusiastically. Anita smirked. So easy.