Chapter 605 – A double of maids [Erotic Content]

Chapter 605 – A double of maids [Erotic Content]

Rave gave John a quick kiss on the cheek when they arrived in front of the elevator, both of them in possession of keycards that unlocked access to their temporary suite. “I’m gonna step out for a bit, check if the disco in the cellar is as good as I heard,” she announced. “Sally, wanna come with?”

The question was directed at a person who only then materialized, Salamander appearing behind John. “Sure, not like I’ll have anything fucking else to do,” the endflame elemental agreed, continuing while John was still a bit confused, “Sylph, what about you?”

“You inviting me? Wowsie, didn’t think that!” Sylph chirped when she popped into existence, as large as she got, to the smell of a flower field in spring. “Thought you would be too much of a bitch to ask me, that would be so mean, but I already thought, ‘Hey, maybe Sally doesn’t want me around sometime, I’m just gonna going to take a nap,’ or something like that. I mean-“

Sylph’s tirade was brought to an end when the much taller fire spirit pressed her hand on the green-haired girl’s mouth. “Don’t make me regret this,” she almost begged.

“You sure about this?” John asked her, and in return Rave leaned up to his ear to whisper the answer.

“I had ya for breakfast, so I’ll let ya enjoy your symmetric dinner in peace. Just keep in mind that drunk me will want a midnight snack,” she ended that announcement with a quick slap to his bum and then stepped away dancingly.

Looking after her with a grin, John loudly exclaimed, “You’re too good for me!”

“I know!” the techno lover shouted back, stepping away while swinging her hips in that teasing way that made her pants dig into her flawless ass and always managed to get John supremely horny. One last wink over her shoulder and John’s girlfriend left him alone with Aclysia and Beatrice, who followed the happening with silent approval.

It was a quick trip to their apartment. John just had to hold the key card against a scanner under the floor panel and it automatically started moving upwards. The presidential suite was all the way on the top of the building and consumed the entire floor. Not that John cared about any of that.

The elevator spat them out in a luxurious entrance area that led into an oversized, luxurious living room, with numerous luxurious rooms attached. John didn’t really have much more attention to spare for the environment than single word descriptions. He would explore this place more in the morning, for now he had his considerable lust to take care of.

Which in essence meant that he found the bedroom as quickly as possible and entered it with the two maids in tow. At that point, all of them were naked already. John’s cock quivered with every pulse of blood that increased its hardness. With movements of unquestionable servitude, the maids were already halfway kneeling to continue their earlier work when he stopped them by raising his hand. Wordlessly, they straightened back up and awaited to hear his wishes.

“Aclysia, get out the massaging stuff,” John stated after a moment of thinking.

“As you wish, Master,” Aclysia announced and reached into her inventory. First, she pulled out the wax cloth that served to prevent the oil from staining areas it wasn’t meant to. While Beatrice spread that cloth over the bed, the weaponized maid put a small number of bottles on a nightstand, a large one filled with the actual massaging oils and a number of smaller ones, containing essences that increased muscle relaxation, pleasant smells that would linger or had other beneficial effects.

John only needed that first one for what he had planned.

Beatrice and Aclysia now stood on opposite sides of the bed, their hands diligently folded in front of their crotches. It was the passive maid who raised her voice first. “Everything is prepared,” she stated, her robotic tone breaking at the anticipation of soon feeling the Gamer’s hard cock again. “Please lay down, Master.”

“No,” he responded, taking a bit of pleasure at their visible confusion. “You will lay down. It’s time I paid some attention to your bodies. Perform some maintenance, if you will.” John gave them a suggestive wink, not that there was a lot to misinterpret, while strutting over to the bottles.

“John,” Aclysia didn’t move while Beatrice already took her place on the mattress, “I must remind you that it is my chosen path to serve you. I do not possess muscles that need to be relaxed. As such, I think it’s more logical to...”

“Interjection,” Beatrice spoke up, laying on her back, having taken to her robotic tone now that she was making a statement, “Aclysia is, once more, more concerned with her own desires than Master’s orders.”

There was so much more to work with at the back of their legs. From the knees upwards, her legs quickly thickened. John needed both hands to properly cover the entire, soft width of the passive maid’s still thighs. He worked all the way up to the crease between legs and butt, his index finger slipping in there. For a moment, he remained still, only moving his hands a little bit to create some relaxing pressure, basking in the heat she was radiating. Hearing her panting, her every lustful breath.

They only grew louder when he got done with her second thigh and moved on his most favourite part of the female physique. Skirting the edges of the bubble butt, John first circled the luscious meat and then moved down from the top. Unsatisfied with the amount of glistening the pale skin showed afterwards, John picked up the bottle of oil again.

Once he had squirted a good amount of the clear fluid onto her backside. He greedily went back to work. With motions that were just as well described as groping as they were as massage, he spread it all equally. The phenomenon he had so loved with her tits earlier, seeing the pushed down sensual meat take its firm shape again, was amplified with her big ass.

Spending way more time than he needed on that part of the body, John felt his own pulse rise to an excited drum. When he spread her cheeks to oil up her sphincter, he had her moan his name, but that was just the cherry on top. The true glory was what happened in front of his eyes, under his hands.

He loved every second of it. The way the softness spilled between his fingers when he grabbed, the smoothness sliding under his every motion, the visual perfection of the flawless skin, they were a mere fraction of the reasons why he was so firmly an ass man. The best part of it all was that, when he finished with Beatrice with another slap that caused her to cry “Master!” yet again, he got to do it all over again.

Although he had just done it, with a body almost exactly the same, he couldn’t help but enjoy it. That feeling as the hardness of her ‘bones’ was drowned out by more and more softness along the rise of her thighs. The breaths, growing from quiet to audible panting, as the green-eyed maid followed him with her depraved gaze, marvelling at what little she could see while obediently remaining still.

Again, he circled around the stunningly sensual display of the orbs of flesh. Again he needed more oil. Again, he played with her behind far longer than he needed to. Before he knew it, his hand was raised high and smacked down with such intensity that Aclysia’s back curved from pain and pleasure. “M-aaah-assster!” she screamed in erotic torment, her pretty pink pussy gushing between her lightly parted legs.

With every part of their bodies glistening in the golden light of the room’s dampened lamps and the jiggle of his heavy impact still shaking through Aclysia’s backside, John’s lust finally took complete control. Rather than just put his cock inside her, even the perverted side of the Gamer decided to be a bit more creative. Mostly because he imagined any further delay would turn the two of them into absolutely dick-craving perverts.

“Now it is your turn,” he said and laid down on his back, hands folded behind his head and his cock erectly standing. Through the haze of their lust, the two maids needed a moment to process that request. Then Aclysia quickly had her hand on the bottle and Beatrice was grinding against him the moment oil hit his body. When a proper amount of the slippery liquid had been put on him, the Artificial Guardian joined in that motion.

Of course, they weren’t going to just use their hands. That was for proper, relaxing massages. This was a scene of pure debauchery, and as such, only full-body grinding of their slippery bodies against their master would do. It was reminiscent, in many ways, of the time he first had fucked Beatrice. Then, too, they had been all slathered up in oil and rubbed on him, gasping with every little touch of their pussy lips against his hairless legs.

For a few moments, John thought they wouldn’t touch his dick at all. It was surprising, a moment of revenge perhaps, as untypical of them as that seemed. However, it became apparent, the moment they had covered everything else of his aesthetically muscular body, that they had simply found a silent agreement. As one, they changed positions, sitting up and turning around, pressing their butts together with John’s cock at the centre.

The Gamer had not known he wanted something so bad before receiving it before.

Squished between the four half-orbs of desire, John immediately gasped. He had stepped from the promised land of massive maid fuckfests into the heaven of servicing buttjobs. They moved in wonderful harmony, Aclysia leading and Beatrice following the movement intuitively.

Although he couldn’t wait to be properly inside them, this feeling, and the view even more than that, of being between the two kneeling maids as they shook and rose in service to him, was simply too good to interrupt. As such, he simply let them proceed and enjoyed himself.

The slippery skin provided little in the way of friction, causing John’s pleasure to only rise slowly. To make up for this, the two maids soon alternated their unified ass-shaking to several different rhythms. Moving against one another, one reaching the top while the other was at the bottom. Grinding forwards and backwards, their hips following a circle. Quicker, faster, whatever they could do to increase their master’s delight.

It worked like a charm. To the loving gaze of the two, John was pushed to the point of no return. “I am cumming!” he announced, the two girls accelerating on the final sprint, and then cum blasted from John’s iron hard cock. It landed all over the girls, particularly the first few spurts, tainting part of their hair and upper back. Most of what followed soon decorated their oiled-up asses, however, white, cloudy liquid running down the shining curves.

John grunted with satisfaction, white light dancing at the edge of his vision, as he saw this defilement of their bodies by his seed. It only proved to increase his pleasure, a few more spurts of cum adding to the sinfully sexy view.

“Alright,” he grinned when he had calmed down. With one orgasm done, he could think clearer again. “Let’s clean this up again and go take a shower. Don’t want to invite Jane into an oily bed later.”