Making My Maid Harem

The coach blew his whistle again as I spurted my jizz over and over into her anal sheath. Her hot flesh writhed around my cock as he yelled at us to get going.

I gripped Bella's hips, spurting over and over into her bowels. I felt incredible erupting again and again. Just amazing. It was a rush to flood her bowels with my cum.

I threw back my head, the ecstasy sweeping through me. Her asshole milked my cock as she quivered there, her anal sheath writhing around me. I held her hips, savoring every spurt of my jizz into her bowels. Every last spurt.

"Oh, Master-Husband, yes, yes, yes!" Bella moaned. "I love being your maid! I love it!"

"I love you!" I groaned, spurting my cum into her asshole.

"Let's go! Move it, Hayward and Miles! Get your asses out there running!" bellowed the coach.

"Yes!" I gasped, erupting a final spurt of cum into my Maid-Wife's asshole. I ripped my dick out of her asshole and stood, yanking my underwear and shorts up. "We're going, Coach. We're going."

"Sorry, Coach," Bella moaned. "I had to satiate my Master. He got so hard. It's my job."

"Pork your maid on your own time when it's not running time," growled the coach. "Let's go, Hayward. Drag your maid out there and both of you get running."

"Yes, Coach," I said, feeling so good from cumming. God, I couldn't believe I had even done that. Right there in the middle of class. Just knowing I could do it had driven me to do it.

Bella and I headed out the door and ran laps with the other. Bella jogged beside me like usual, her boobs bouncing so distractingly beside me. They were gorgeous tits that just heaved out of the corner of my eye. My dick began to chub hard as we ran in circles on the track, our running shoes crunching on the crushed, red material.

I had no idea what it was, but we ran on it for the rest of the hour until the coach's whistle blew.

"Hit the showers," he shouted. "Now. Let's go! Come on!"

Bella and I followed the others back through the gym, shoes squeaking, and into the boy's locker room, of course. I was all sweaty. So was she, beads of perspiration running over her breasts and between them. She panted as she reached my locker and put in the combination.

"You remembered just watching me?" I asked.

"It's the same combination as your locker," she said, rolling her eyes. "I know that one, too."

"Oh," I said as I grabbed a fresh towel, white. Then I grabbed a second one, for Bella.

She peeled off my sweaty shirt and threw it in my locker before kneeling and taking off my shoes and socks. She peeled off my gym shorts and underwear, my cock popping out hard. She grabbed it and stroked it, a big smile on her lips.

"Let's go shower, Master," she said and pulled me towards them. The others guys were heading towards them, towels wrapped around their waists. I rolled my shoulders, the only guy who was going naked.

We reached one of the stalls. I threw the towels over the side of the metal divider as she turned on the water. The spray splashed hot on her body. She giggled as she grabbed the soap and lathered it across her hands. She looked so sexy there, her hair getting matted by the spray.

Then she rubbed the soap over her breasts. My cock throbbed in delight at watching my sexy Maid-Wife doing that. She coated her tits in the suds. Her dusky nipples peeked through the material. She smiled at me before she pressed her tits into my chest.

And washed me with them.

I was so not ready for a titty wash. Her soft boobs and hard nipples rubbed across my chest. I groaned at that, my dick throbbing against her stomach as she hugged me. Her hands washed up and down my back as she massaged her breasts into my torso.

"Bella," I groaned as she did that, my cock twitching against her wet stomach.

"Mmm, we have to get you all nice and clean," she purred, her hands sliding down to grab my butt. She gripped my ass. "Just like that. Ooh, yes, yes, making my Master-Husband clean. It's just what a Maid-Wife is supposed to do."

"Like getting fucked in the ass during stretches?" I asked.

"You stretched out my asshole very nicely, Master," she purred, a wicked twinkle in her hazel eyes. "Don't you think so?"

"Yes," I groaned, my dick throbbing against her stomach. I pulsed with the need to just fuck her hard. "Shit, and my cock is so dirty from fucking you in the ass."

"I know, I didn't get a chance to wash you like I wanted. Mean Coach Richards made us go run laps." She smiled at me. "I did like running. It was so nice feeling the ground beneath my feet. To get my heart racing. But now..."

She grabbed my cock in her soapy hand and rubbed against it. She coated me in suds then did something I wasn't expecting her to do. She wrapped her left leg around my waist and pressed my dirty dick into her pussy lips, her wet curls tickling my crown.

"Just let my pussy wash you clean with the soap," she moaned and engulfed my cock with her pussy."

I gasped as she grabbed my neck and jumped, her right leg wrapping around my waist. Her pussy devoured every inch of my dirty cock. I gasped at the feel of her hot snatch washing my soapy dick clean. I shuddered in her, pushing her against the shower stall.

The metal warped and crinkled. I shuddered, staring into Bella's eyes, the shower spraying on the right side of my body, her left. Her hazel eyes brimmed with such passion as she squeezed her cunt down on my cock. she arched an eyebrow at me.

"You naughty maid," I groaned and kissed my wife.