Chapter 113: [113] Maid’s Humiliation

Umgh~

Marcella’s soft, plump lips kept parting around hot, shaky breaths and low, throaty moans as Daniel’s strong fingers continued to roughly squeeze and knead her massive, fat tits through the tight maid uniform. The heavy, soft flesh overflowed between his fingers with every deep grip, the stiff nipples dragging against his palms.

Because Marcella was a little shorter than him, she had to tilt her flushed face upward to stare into his eyes. The way her dark, glassy pupils stayed locked on his made something hot and possessive burn inside Daniel’s chest. Almost without thinking he leaned down and pressed his forehead hard against hers. Their lips hovered only a breath apart, sharing the same humid air.

He didn’t fully understand why, but he felt strangely close to this woman. After the filthy fucking they had before, and the way she kept acting around him like a devoted little wife, it almost felt natural.

Their hot breaths mixed in the narrow space between their open mouths.

Suddenly Marcella’s soft, quivering lips latched onto his with desperate hunger.

Warm, wet, spit-slick flesh met spit-slick flesh. Soft lips slid, sucked, and chewed against each other with wet, filthy sounds. Daniel was never the type to stay passive. While their mouths moved hungrily, his fingers found one of her stiff, swollen nipples through the uniform and pinched the little bud hard, twisting it. A long, broken, shuddering moan poured from Marcella’s throat straight into his mouth. Her toes curled tightly inside her shoes and her heels lifted completely off the cold floor as her knees trembled.

Slurrp… Schlick… Suck… Mmh…

Thick strands of saliva connected their lips every time they briefly parted for air. After thoroughly tasting her sweet mouth for a long moment, Daniel finally pulled back. A shiny string of spit stretched between their lips before breaking. His voice came out husky, thick and soaked in lust.

“What’s with the maid uniform?”

Marcella’s own voice was equally breathy, dripping with heat and need.

“You said… you like maids…”

“Oh?” Daniel rubbed his soft, spit-shiny lips slowly back and forth against hers, smearing their mixed saliva. “Then do you know what a maid is?”

“A maid is someone who follows every command of her master,” she answered, still chasing his lips with her own.

“Then who is your master?”

Daniel released her soft tit, grabbed both of her soft wrists with one large hand, and pinned them firmly above her head against the cold tiled wall. His entire hard body pressed tightly against hers, completely trapping her soft, mature curves. The warm, slightly sweaty scent of her skin and sweet perfume flooded his nose. He could feel the stiff points of her nipples digging into his chest.

Marcella’s face turned a deep, burning crimson.

“…You. You are my master…”

Daniel’s tongue darted out and slowly, filthily swept across her upper lip, licking up their mixed spit.

“Then you will follow my every command?”

“Yes… Ungh~…”

A soft, wet moan escaped her as his free hand rose and circled the damp fabric covering her underarm, teasing the sensitive, sweaty skin underneath.

“You know,” Daniel continued in a low, dominant voice that vibrated against her lips, “a maid has to follow every single command of her master… even the ones that make her cunt drip with shame. And if the maid fails to obey for any reason, the master has the full right to punish her however he wants… slap her, spank her, use her holes or…. anything.”

Marcella trembled hard. Her lower belly contracted violently. A hot, spicy heat spread through her stomach and sank straight down between her legs, making her used cunt clench and leak. She felt like a trapped little kitten. His broad shoulders and hard chest completely enclosed her soft milf body in a filthy, inescapable embrace. Lust crawled through every pore of her skin like thick warm oil.

Daniel’s Touch of Lust had already activated on its own the moment her thick feminine scent filled his lungs, flooding her nerves with extra sensitivity.

Her flushed face burned even hotter as she answered in a tiny, obedient voice,

“Ye…s~”

“Then do you want to receive your first order from your Master?”

She gulped, throat bobbing under his intense stare.

“…Ye-s.”

Daniel slowly slid his nose across her warm cheek, then lower, dragging it over the soft upper curve of her massive breasts, making sure he inhaled every dirty, intimate scent of her skin through the uniform. He continued sideways and buried his nose deep against the faintly damp, musky fabric of her underarm, taking a long, greedy drag of her raw scent like a dog. Marcella’s whole body shivered violently and her hips bucked forward helplessly, grinding her mound against his hard thigh.

Finally he rose to her ear and whispered, soft, hot, and filthy,

“I came here to pee.”

“As a good maid… help your master take his thick penis out and hold it for him while he pees~”

DOKI—! DOKI—! DOKI—!

Marcella’s heart slammed so violently against her ribs it hurt. Her entire body flinched hard. The order was so dirty, so degrading, so humiliating that any normal woman would have shoved him away in disgust and slapped him.

But Marcella was clearly of a different and filthier breed.

Her breathing turned rapid and shallow. A slow, sinful, cock-hungry smile stretched across her plump, spit-shiny lips. Daniel could feel her hot, quick breaths washing over his mouth and nose in humid waves.

“O-okay”

The soft and obedient answer actually shocked him for a second. He had fully expected her to refuse in shame.

It seems I still underestimated how deep the filth of this hentai world really goes…

Instantly, heavy heat flooded his face and his already rock-hard cock, making it throb painfully against his pants.

Without another word he grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly toward an open toilet cubicle. Her heavy, fat tits and thick ass bounced and jiggled hard with every hurried step, the tight maid skirt riding up slightly.

Once they stood in front of the white toilet, Daniel ordered coldly, voice thick with authority,

“Do it.”

Marcella took a deep, shaky breath that made her massive tits rise and fall. Her soft palm pressed against the thick, burning-hot outline of his cock straining obscenely against his pants. The heavy, veined shape under the cloth made her used cunt clench hard in both fear and dirty excitement.

Just as her fingers reached for the zipper, Daniel’s large hand suddenly grabbed a thick, greedy handful of her fat, jiggling ass and squeezed so hard the soft flesh turned white between his fingers.

“Do it with your mouth,” he barked. “You are not permitted to use your hands. That’s an order, My little maid.”

Marcella froze completely.

Her eyes flew wide. She instantly looked up at him, but the absolute cold dominance in his gaze forced her to lower her eyes again… straight to the thick, twitching bulge right in front of her flushed face.

Daniel gave her ass one more rough, possessive squeeze that made the heavy cheek ripple, then trailed his fingers up the soft curve of her body, grabbed a fistful of her light-brown hair, and firmly pushed her down onto her knees on the cold tiled floor.

“Ahh~!”

A cute, startled

yelp left her throat. He pressed her soft, open mouth directly against the hard outline of his cock through the fabric, forcing her to grab his strong thighs for balance. Only then did he release her hair and simply enjoy the perfect submissive view of the elegant, silver-glasses-wearing head maid on her knees with her face buried against his crotch.

Marcella’s plump, spit-shiny lips rested against the thick shape. The heavy, raw musky scent of his cock and balls filled her nose even through the cloth, making her cunt drip harder. The metal zipper sat right above her lips, as if waiting for her. Taking it as a sign from her new god, she parted her soft, wet lips, carefully caught the little zipper pull between them, and slowly dragged it all the way down with a soft zzzip.

The first obstacle was cleared.

Her heart pounded so wildly she could hear it in her ears.

But a bigger problem remained.

The open fly formed a curved, almost pussy-like hole. Behind it was the soft, warm fabric of his black underwear, already damp with a small spot of precum. She still had to get that out of the way… using only her mouth. ℯℯ𝑙.

Forcing herself to stay calm while pure thrill and forbidden, cunt-clenching excitement pumped through her veins, Marcella darted her pink, slimy tongue out. She pushed the wet muscle deep into the open fly, wiggling and swirling it against the warm front of his underwear, thoroughly soaking the fabric with her saliva. The taste of clean cotton mixed with the salty tang of his precum coated her tongue. Then she tried to catch the wet cloth with her lips and pull it aside.

It refused to budge easily.

Her hot tongue kept sliding, pressing, and licking deeper, saliva soaking further into the material and running down her chin as she obediently, desperately struggled to free her Master’s thick, heavy cock with nothing but her filthy, devoted mouth…