The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Master, we have come to service you tonight," Amon said, lifting her skirt to show a tantalizing glimpse of skin before lowering it in a graceful curtsy.

Beside her, Maya mirrored the action, moving in perfect sync with Amon.

The third maid, however, hesitated. She glanced at the other two, realizing she was lagging behind, and hurriedly followed suit.
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"I never thought I'd wear something like this," she grumbled while awkwardly holding up her skirt. "Is this some kind of fetish, Leon?"

It was none other than Charlotte, whom I had specifically asked to wear a maid outfit. After all, it'd feel off if she were the only one not dressed like the others. Amon and Maya were my maids, so naturally, they'd wear uniforms while serving me. Charlotte, being part of tonight's plans, had no excuse.

"I wouldn't call it a fetish," I said casually. "It's more about taste. All men like maids. If they don't, they've got no taste at all. Besides, since you're joining the two of them tonight, it only makes sense for you to wear the uniform too. Right?"

"You know, you really are a scumbag," she shot back.

"But you've fallen for this scumbag," I replied with a smirk.

"Hmph! It's not like I had a choice," she retorted. "You did whatever you wanted with my body, and now you'll have to take responsibility. No one else will want me as a bride, considering everything I saved for my future husband has already been claimed by you."

"So, you're saying you had no choice?" I asked, my smirk widening.

"Exactly. I had no choice," she muttered, pouting as she turned her face away.

"Well, since you're stuck with me, come here," I said, beckoning her over.

Despite her sulking, Charlotte didn't hesitate as she stepped closer. Her eagerness betrayed her defiance.

She knelt in front of me, tying her hair back into a neat ponytail.

"You've changed how you tie your hair," I noted. "What happened to the twintails?"

"They're childish," she replied flatly.

"I think they're cute," I said.

"That's exactly why I said they're childish," she quipped, looking up at me with an arched brow.

I suppose "cute" equates to "childish" for her.

"Or… are you saying you don't like me when I try something more mature?" she teased with a cheeky grin. Her hands moved toward the bathrobe I was wearing, ready to pull my cock free, but I stopped her.

Grasping her chin, I tilted her face up to meet my gaze. My thumb brushed her lips before slipping inside. She instinctively licked and sucked on it, her eyes fixed on mine.

"Come, you can have my lips instead," I said softly.

Charlotte smiled, rising from her knees and sitting beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Amon, Maya, you can serve me over there," I told the other two.

They were more than happy to oblige.

The two maids moved between my legs with a practiced grace, their hands deftly untying the string of my bathrobe. A teasing smirk danced across their faces as they parted the fabric, fully exposing my already throbbing dick. The swollen length twitched under their hungry gazes, the reddened tip glistening faintly in the soft light of the room.

Their breaths hitched at the sight, a shared chuckle escaping their lips as they leaned in unison. Without hesitation, their warm tongues darted out, tracing slow, deliberate paths along my shaft. Each lick was precise, their synchronization flawless from the countless times they had serviced me together. Their tongues slid from the sensitive tip down to the base, leaving a slick trail of saliva that gleamed tantalizingly.

I groaned deeply, the raw pleasure shooting through my cock making my muscles tense. The urge to arch my back was almost unbearable as their relentless tongues teased every nerve ending.

"Leon…"

Charlotte's voice, soft yet tinged with a yearning edge, broke through the haze of ecstasy. Her eyes locked onto mine, silently pleading for attention. Without hesitation, I reached out, my hand tangling in her hair as I pulled her into a fervent kiss. Her lips parted willingly, allowing my tongue to plunge into her mouth and explore with unrestrained fervor.

As we kissed, my other hand ventured under her skirt, gliding over the smooth skin of her thighs. Her breath hitched when my fingers slipped beneath the thin fabric of her underwear, finding her already slick pussy. The warmth and wetness greeted me as I began to stroke her folds, my fingers moving with a slow yet deliberate rhythm.

"Mnnnn~"

Meanwhile, the maids at my cock intensified their efforts. Amon focused on the sensitive head, her lips wrapping around it as she sucked with deliberate pressure, her tongue swirling against the tip. Maya, on the other hand, worked the shaft, her tongue pressing firmly against the thick vein running along its underside. They moved in perfect harmony, switching roles seamlessly to keep every sensation fresh.

Once the length of my cock was thoroughly slick with their saliva, they turned their attention to my balls. Their soft mouths latched onto them, suckling with tender care that sent jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Amon's hand wrapped around my spit-slick cock, stroking it in slow, deliberate motions that made my hips buck instinctively.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of my fingers thrusting into Charlotte's pussy, her arousal creating an unmistakable rhythm.

"Mmmmnnn, mmmm~ mmmm…"

Breaking the kiss, I moved my lips to her neck, trailing hot kisses along her delicate skin before focusing on the nape.

"Ahhhnnnnn~ ahhhh…"

Her uniform offered little resistance as I tugged the top down, freeing her breasts. They spilled out, bouncing lightly as they were liberated from confinement. My hands immediately found them, the soft, warm flesh molding perfectly to my palms. I kneaded them firmly, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers while my mouth continued its assault on her neck.

"Ahhhh, hnnn... ahhhnnnn~ ahhh…"

Her moans grew louder, her body arching into my touch as her neck tilted, offering more access. Smirking against her skin, I leaned up to her ear, biting her earlobe gently before sucking on it.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Her cry was sharp, her body trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

The maids, still devoted to my cock, were relentless. Their tongues, lips, and hands moved in perfect unison, the sensations pushing me closer to the edge.

Eventually, I ordered them to stop, needing more. They obeyed immediately, shedding their panties and lifting their skirts to reveal their glistening, aroused pussies. Climbing onto the bed, I positioned myself against the headboard, reclining as I watched them crawl toward me.

Maya straddled me first, her back arched as she pressed her soft, round ass against my length. The warm, pillowy flesh enveloped my cock, her movements deliberate as she slid it between her cheeks. Amon followed, positioning herself just above my shaft and pressing her slick pussy against it. Their bodies moved in tandem, grinding against me with slow, calculated motions designed to drive me insane.

"Leon, what about me?" Charlotte's voice broke through, her tone filled with anticipation and need.

"For now, why don't you sit on my face?" I replied with a smirk, my voice laced with mischief.

"S-Seat on your face?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing as the words sank in.

"Yes," I told her with a smirk.

Even though Charlotte looked hesitant, she eventually followed my command, positioning herself above me before lowering onto my face. The moment her warm pussy pressed against me, her sweet and slightly tangy scent filled my nostrils, intoxicating and irresistible. Sliding her panties' crotch aside to expose her glistening folds, she revealed herself fully to me. Without wasting a second, I extended my tongue, running it along her soft, wet pussy.

Amon and Maya, meanwhile, continued their rhythmic grinding. Maya's soft, round ass cheeks enveloped my cock between them, the warmth and pressure driving me wild. Amon's slick pussy glided over the length of my shaft, the wetness leaving trails that made every glide feel dangerously close to the real thing. Even though I wasn't buried inside either of them, the sensation was maddeningly good, almost too much to handle.

"Ahhh…! Ahhhhnnn! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah~!"

Charlotte's moans grew louder as I worked her pussy with my tongue, savoring every drop of her arousal. I gently bit at her folds, coaxing deeper, more desperate cries from her lips. My tongue pushed inside her, exploring her depths, tasting her essence as it flowed freely. Each time I withdrew, a sticky string of her love juices clung to my tongue, and I eagerly pushed it back into her.

"Ah…! L-Leon…! Your tongue… feels so good…!"

Her voice trembled, rising into higher octaves as her body quivered against me. She was close—so close. I could feel her walls tightening under my tongue, her body on the edge of release. Spurred on, I lapped at her pussy with renewed vigor, my lips and tongue relentless in their assault.

At the same time, the familiar tingling pressure began building in my groin. The sensation traveled up my shaft, threatening to spill over. Maya and Amon's movements didn't help; their teasing grind, the way Maya's ass hugged my cock and Amon's pussy slid along its length, only pushed me closer to the edge.

The room was filled with the lewd symphony of heavy breathing, wet, sloppy sounds, and the rising cries of pleasure. Charlotte's voice echoed, blending with the breathless moans spilling from Amon, Maya, and myself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

Charlotte's climax hit like a storm, her pussy trembling violently as a flood of her juices spilled onto my face. The warm, sticky liquid coated my lips and chin, dripping down as she rode out her orgasm.

At the same time, my cock erupted between Maya and Amon. A thick burst of semen shot out, spurting several inches into the air before splattering against Amon's stomach and Maya's back.

Even as my orgasm subsided, my cock refused to go soft. It throbbed with need, cum still oozing from the tip in sticky, pearly beads. My body ached for more, the pleasure from moments ago only stoking the fire for what was yet to come.

This night was far from over.