Chapter 114: [114] The older, The Kinkier

Daniel was thoroughly enjoying the milfy maid’s wet, devoted worship, but he also knew they didn’t have much time. With a firm grip he grabbed a thick handful of her light-brown hair again and yanked her face away from his crotch. Her soft, spit-soaked lips had been latched greedily onto the inner fabric of his underwear; the sudden separation produced a loud, wet, filthy slurrrp-POP as a thick string of saliva stretched and then snapped.

Even before her watery, slightly wronged eyes could stir more lust inside him, Daniel unbuckled his belt with his free hand and yanked his pants and underwear down in one rough motion. His massive, fully hard cock sprang free like a weapon and slapped heavily against her soft lips and flushed cheek, leaving a long, shiny smear of thick precum across her skin. The raw, heavy, musky scent of his hot shaft and full balls flooded her nose at point-blank range, making her cunt clench hard.

Still yanking her hair tightly, he dragged her parted, spit-shiny lips slowly up and down the burning length of his shaft, forcing her to feel every thick ridge and pulsing vein against her mouth. Marcella looked up at him with teary, glassy eyes. Daniel stared back with pure cold dominance.

“Remember. You are not allowed to use your hands.”

A violent shiver ran straight down her spine and ended in her dripping pussy. Her nipples twitched and elongated into stiff, aching peaks under the tight maid uniform. Her used cunt clenched so hard at the sight of the familiar thick cock that a fresh trickle of juice ran down her inner thigh. This was the same cock that had stirred her insides so brutally the day before, the same cock she could still feel echoing inside her ruined holes like a mad bull.

Daniel released her hair. He wanted to watch her degrade and humiliate herself completely on her own.

Marcella’s eyes locked onto the twitching, swollen purple head that glistened with a thick bead of precum, the same fat head that had stretched her married cunt open. Fresh, creamy juice leaked out of her in a dirty, continuous string, completely soaking her already ruined panties. Saliva flooded her mouth so heavily she had to gulp it down with an audible swallow.

Her lips moved forward on their own and pressed a soft, reverent, filthy kiss right against the precum-leaking head. The sticky, salty fluid smeared thickly across her plump lips. Then she parted them wider and took just the fat cockhead into her hot, wet mouth, stretching her lips into a tight, obscene O around the thick girth. Her tongue flicked out immediately, swirling and lapping around the hypersensitive head like a hungry bitch desperate for thick night milk.

That taste…

Marcella moaned deeply around him, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. Her hot breath washed over the cockhead in humid waves. The sensation made Daniel groan low and rough in his throat.

“Anghh—!Fuckk—!!” Daniel moaned, pressing his lips thin.

Her slimy tongue tried to dig into the tiny piss-slit, forcing more clear, sticky precum to leak out so she could lap it up and swallow it with wet gurr-gurr sounds. The pleasure was sharp and addictive, but Daniel didn’t have time to enjoy a full blowjob right now.

“Should I just start peeing inside your mouth?” he asked coldly, voice thick with dark amusement. “Your throat looks like a well-built little toilet to me.”

With a wet, filthy POP he forced her lips off his cockhead. A long string of spit and precum connected her lower lip to the shiny head before breaking. He gave her cheek two light but stinging smacks that left faint red marks.

Smack~Smack

“Do what you were ordered, Maid.”

Marcella shuddered hard at the icy tone, her heavy tits jiggling inside the uniform.

Then a cruel idea formed in Daniel’s mind, perfect revenge for all the teasing she had done during dinner. A dark, sadistic smile curved his lips.

“I’ve stopped feeling like peeing because you wasted so much time. Do something to make me feel like peeing again.”

Marcella stared at the thick, heavy, veined cock hanging heavily in front of her flushed face. She had no idea how to make a man pee on command. She didn’t even have children. She was just a normal married woman whose cunt had become shamelessly hungry for another man’s cock.

Her eyes slowly lowered to the two full, tight, slightly drawn-up balls beneath his shaft.

She gulped visibly, then leaned in.

Her pink, slimy tongue darted out and dragged a long, slow, filthy, wet lick right across the soft, wrinkled skin of his balls from bottom to top.

Daniel’s eyes widened in genuine shock as he looked down.

Damn… she’s really going after my balls now.

For a moment he actually wondered about her sex life. Was this elegant restaurant owner secretly a cock-hungry prostitute?

He didn’t get to think any further.

Marcella opened her soft, spit-shiny lips wide and directly sucked one of his heavy balls into her hot, wet, greedy mouth.

The sudden wet heat and gentle but firm suction made Daniel’s breath hitch sharply.

She rolled the sensitive orb around with her tongue, bathing it completely in thick saliva, sucking lightly, then a little harder, treating it like the most precious candy she had ever tasted. The warm, soft, wet pressure and the filthy slurp… suck… schlick sounds of her mouth filled the small cubicle.

Marcella’s eyes fluttered half-shut in concentration and pure dirty excitement. She could feel his ball throbbing gently against her tongue. The raw, musky, masculine taste filled her mouth and made her empty cunt clench and flutter violently, dripping a steady stream of clear juice onto the floor between her knees. She obediently sucked and nursed on her Master’s ball, trying to force the urge to pee back into him with nothing but her devoted, filthy mouth.

The warm, wrinkled skin filled her mouth completely. Thick, sticky saliva pooled around it and leaked from the corners of her stretched lips in shiny strands, running down her chin and dripping onto her heavy tits and the cold tiles between her knees.

The newness of the act sent a deep, forbidden, cunt-clenching thrill straight through her entire body.

She had never done this for her husband.

She had never even imagined herself kneeling on the floor, sucking another man’s heavy cum-filled balls while her own used, yesterday fucked cunt dripped steadily and shamelessly onto the tiles.

Yet the pure filth of it only made her hotter and wetter.

A low, happy, slutty little moan vibrated around Daniel’s ball. Her eyes, half-lidded and glassy behind the slightly crooked silver glasses, shone with dirty, addicted excitement. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, feeling the soft weight throb and pulse against her tongue. The musky, masculine taste flooded her senses so completely that her empty pussy clenched greedily around nothing and spilled another warm trickle of juice down her stockinged thigh.

Daniel’s breathing grew heavier and rougher above her. His thick, veined cock twitched violently and slapped lightly against her cheek, forehead, and nose, leaving sticky, shiny trails of thick precum across her flushed skin. Every time she sucked, a fresh bead of clear fluid leaked from the swollen purple head and slid slowly down the shaft toward her working lips.

After thoroughly bathing one ball in spit and attention until it glistened, Marcella let it slip free with a wet, filthy pop. A long, shiny string of saliva still connected her lower lip to the glistening orb. Without even a second of hesitation she tilted her head and opened her mouth wider, taking the second ball inside just as deeply, stretching her lips obscenely.

“Mmmff—Nngghh—Slurpp—”

She moaned softly and happily around it, clearly lost in the new sensation. Her tongue swirled, pressed, and caressed with growing enthusiasm. Both of Daniel’s balls were now completely shiny and wet with her thick spit. She moved back and forth between them like a true addict, licking long, slow, filthy stripes across the soft, wrinkled skin, then sucking one deep, then the other,

sometimes trying to stuff both into her mouth at once until her cheeks bulged obscenely and saliva poured down her chin.

Daniel stared down at the elegant, silver-glasses-wearing head maid on her knees, completely absorbed in worshipping his spit-soaked balls like a true cock-hungry servant. The sight was so degrading, so submissive, and so intensely erotic that his cock throbbed almost painfully.

Marcella noticed every fresh drop of precum and immediately chased it with her tongue, licking it up greedily without ever fully releasing his balls from her mouth. The salty, slightly bitter taste made her cunt flutter hard and spill another warm, creamy trickle of juice down her inner thighs, soaking her stockings. She felt completely filthy, completely used, completely degraded… and she loved every second of it.

This was a new thrill she had never known existed.

Serving.

Degrading herself on her knees.

Using only her mouth to please the man who had already ruined the forbidden married hole that belonged to her husband.

Her heavy, fat tits rose and fell rapidly inside the tight maid uniform. Her rock-hard nipples scraped constantly against the fabric with every breath. Her thick ass rested on her heels, skirt bunched up around her waist, panties soaked completely through and clinging obscenely to her dripping, swollen pussy lips.

Daniel’s hand slowly returned to her hair, not pushing or pulling yet, just resting there heavily, feeling the obedient movement of her head as the once-elegant restaurant owner thoroughly and happily sucked his spit-soaked balls like the perfect filthy little maid she had agreed to be.