Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 21

The heat built in me. I loved this delight so much. She nursed on me with ecstasy. I shuddered, my heart pounding this wild beat. I throbbed in her mouth as I made out with my wife. I squeezed Bella's wife, hurtling toward cumming.

I loved owning a harem of maids.

I broke the kiss with Bella to grunt, "Yes!"

I erupted into Mrs. Kenning's mouth.

I flooded the MILF-Maid with my cum. she gulped down my jizz, swallowing every drop of my cum that she could. I gave her more and more. My hand squeezed Bella's rump as the pleasure screamed through me.

"That's it, Master Husband," cooed my Maid-Wife. "Just flood her mouth! Give your maid what she craves!"

Mrs. Kenning suckled hard at my erupting cock. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her mouth. I savored erupting into her. I groaned with each blast of cum. I sucked in a deep breath as my cock spurted one last time into her mouth.

"Damn," I groaned, a big smile on my lips. "Damn, that's good. You did amazing, Bella! Such a hot idea!"

She beamed at me. I kissed my wife, so thrilled I had her for a maid.

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Kylie Hayward

"And here we are," I said as the Uber pulled up before Hayward Manor. "There's Cali! She's from the Otherworld and has purple eyes! Isn't she neat?"

"So neat," said Rashimi. She sat between me and Zeta.

I opened the door and hopped out. Cali flicked her gaze to the two new maids. "I have their maid's uniforms waiting in their rooms."

"Awesome!" Kylie said. "Is Master back?"

"He has not returned. You are the first, Kylie." She stepped aside for us to enter the manor. It felt different. So much cleaner. I could hear voices echoing about and the air smelled of cleaner. The scrubbing was happening.

I shuddered at the new painting in the entry hall. Malevolence. I pushed down memories of last night as Cali headed up the stairs, my two maids following after her. I smiled at them, eager for my brother to get home.

"Kylie!" squealed Virginia. My littlest sister rushed up, her big boobs bouncing in her maid's uniform. "You're back! We've been cleaning all day."

"All day," Angela said, following after. My other sister held a bucket with supplies before her. Both her hands held the handle. "It's been so busy."

"Have you seen Mom?" I asked. "I bet she must be close to giving birth."

"It's been so busy," said Angela. "She's around somewhere. So much cleaning. There are some creepy paintings. And this one bust..." She shuddered. "Ugh, I am glad they're all stuck imprisoned. Just such nasty things."

"Me, too," I said. "Well, where do we have to clean next?" If my brother wasn't home yet, then I had to do my part for Hayward manor. This was my destiny, too. I held the Hayward blood in my veins. I went off with my little sisters to keep those nasty Imprisoned locked up.

But I did need to prepare a treat for my brother... A little cleaning, then treat!

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Maria Hayward

I rubbed at my heavily pregnant belly as I walked out of the ballroom's rear door. I marched across the rear lawn toward the forest beyond. My daughter needed to go there. She was almost ready to be born, and she needed someplace dark and quiet.

I crossed the lawn, the contractions already beginning. I winced as they clamped in my guts. I just had to keep going, my uniform swaying. The woods came closer and closer. I took in slow breaths as the labor pains increased.

She hurt worse than my last two daughters, but that was okay. I was her mother. I would take care of her.

I reached the edge of the woods and strode down a small path. The tall trees swallowed up the sun. It was cool and dark beneath them, the air full of this loamy scent. It was quiet. No bird chirped. I didn't hear any animals scampering through the brush.

A powerful contraction twisted my guts. "Oh, my," I gasped and staggered toward a tree. I planted my hand on the rough bark, leaning over. "Oh, you're coming fast."

I dropped to my knees, squatting there, as the contractions increased. They were coming faster. I panted, gripping the trees. My water broke, spilling down my thighs. I could feel my daughter coming. I bore down hard.

I clutched at the tree, grunting and groaning as my daughter pushed out of me. She felt so different than any other child I had born. I glanced down to see liquid shadows pouring out of me. They spilled on the ground and washed around my white stockings, staining them.

The darkness oozed to the side of me and coalesced. A figure formed out of the shadows as more poured out of my womb. A shape emerged. A woman's figure. Curvy. Busty. Like the statues. I shuddered, staring at the figure growing fuller. The face appeared. The hair.

"Yes," the voice hissed, as cold and beautiful as a frozen lake.

The Seductress put her hand on me as the last of the shadows spilled out of my womb and flowed into the woman. She twined her fingers through my hair. I stared up at her, worship beating in my heart. She licked her lips and bent down.

My dark daughter kissed me.

To be continued...