Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 16

Her mother plunged down my dick and squealed, "Master! Breed me!"

Her cunt went wild around my dick.

Her delicious snatch rippled around my cock. It was just a delight to have the MILF's silky snatch rippling around me, hungry for my cum That was so hot to have all this pleasure surging down my shaft to my balls.

They burst with the pressure.

"Fuck!" I groaned and erupted.

I pumped her cunt full of all that wonderful cum that was in my nuts. I erupted over and over again. The pleasure shot through me. Stars burst across my vision as I flooded the MILF's fertile pussy while drowning in her daughter's cunt cream.

"His seed is filling me up, Bella!" Mrs. Miles gasped.

"Good, Mommy!" Bella moaned.

I licked at her snatch. I lapped at her sweet pussy, drinking her passion. My cock erupted again and again. I flooded her mother's spasming cunt. Mrs. Miles's twat rippled around my dick. She suckled at me, sending all this bliss racing through me.

It was fantastic. I enjoyed every second of it. I loved every last moment of erupting into the MILF's cunt. I flooded her with all that I had. Stars danced across my vision as erupted so hard and fast. It was outstanding.

"Shit," I groaned as the MILF wrung me dry.

"Oh, Master, I know you bred a baby in me," whimpered Mrs. Miles.

"Yes, yes, you're going to be the father of my little sister, Master-Husband! I love you so much!" Bella slid off my face. "Oh, yes, yes, I love you!"

"I love you, Bella," I groaned, Mrs. Miles's snatch still rippling around me. "God, I want to fuck your ass, Bella. Just fuck your ass while you lick your mother's cunt and enjoy the excess jizz."

"Yes, Master," breathed my Maid-Wife. What a perfect night this was.

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Sister Martha Ruth

The wind blew as I headed for the side entrance into St. Theresa's. I hurried from the caretaker's cottage where I lived with Sister Shannon Ester. When I had taken vows to become a nun, I hadn't thought I would live in a small cottage next to a church--I had imagined living in a convent.

But someone had to care for the church. So that was what Sister Shannon Esther and I did.

It was a good calling though one that didn't put my Master's in Theology too much use.

Still, a place of worship was important for the community. A sanctum and sanctuary both from the evils of the world. I shivered as the wind howled. Tree branches rasped together, shadows dancing at me like reaching claws.

I hurried to the door and reached it, a shiver racing through me. I don't know why. I grabbed the door handle and twisted it. Of course, it was locked. Sister Shannon Esther always locked it even when she was inside.

I reached into the pocket of the black habit I wore and pulled out my keys.

Eyes watched me.

I glanced behind me and saw only the bushes and the tree making the racket. The wind gusted around me, my veil fluttering for a moment. I wore a full habit, complete with the wimple, the white cloth wrapped around my head and neck to cover my hair. It was a modest outfit. A comfort right now because...

There was nothing behind me. Still... This growing unease weighed on me. The shadows seemed... darker. I had to get into the church.

I thrust the key into the lock as my heart raced. This storm was... different. It felt wrong. Foul. I felt eyes watching me. I fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the lock. The skeletal branches clattered together like the rattle of bones. The wind howled around me like a dark breath.

Something dripped.

The marrow in my bones turned to fear as I jammed the key in the lock. I could feel it behind me. Malevolence had strode into the world. The key wouldn't turn in the lock. The thing liked to stick. I meant to oil it.

Malevolence stalked closer, the wind screaming.

To be continued...