Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Once Stella had finished serving everyone and took her position to the side, I looked up at her and beckoned her over. ”Stella, come here and eat with us,” I commanded, my voice firm yet inviting.

Stella hesitated, her eyes widening slightly as she wrung her hands together anxiously. ”Master... I am a maid. It would not be proper for me to dine with you,” she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty and apprehension.

I realized then that I had set her knowledge and protocols to that of a traditional maid. While Margaret, designed to be my personal secretary, had no such reservations, Stella was bound by her programming to maintain certain boundaries.

I raised an eyebrow, my voice taking on a stern edge. ”So, are you going to deny your master’s order now, Stella?” I asked, my gaze locked onto hers, challenging her to defy me.

Stella hesitated, her anxiety palpable as she shifted uncomfortably on her feet. ”No, Master... I wouldn’t dare,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I held up a hand, silencing her protests. ”Come here, Stella,” I commanded, my voice brooking no argument.

Stella walked over to my side, her steps tentative and uncertain. As she reached me, she looked around the table, realizing that there was no empty chair for her to sit in.

Before she could react, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto my lap, my cock pressing firmly against her ass, making her gasp in surprise.

”Ah!” she exclaimed, her body tensing as she tried to stand back up. I held her tightly in place, my arms wrapping around her waist, preventing her from escaping.

”Where do you think you’re going, Stella?” I growled, my voice low and commanding. ”I gave you an order, and you will obey it.”

Stella squirmed on my lap, her ass rubbing against my growing erection as she tried to find a comfortable position. I could feel her breath hitch as she realized the effect she was having on me, her body tensing in anticipation.

Stella sat sideways on my lap, her face visible to me as she perched uncomfortably on my growing erection. I moved my hands to grab my plate and offered her a bite. ”Eat with me, Stella,” I commanded, my voice gentle yet firm. This time, she did not disobey. She took the spoon from me and fed me a piece of food before taking a bite for herself from the same utensil.

The other women at the table noticed our intimate arrangement and chuckled softly, their eyes sparkling with amusement and intrigue. I held Stella’s hips with one hand and lifted her slightly, using my other hand to remove my pants, freeing my cock and pressing it firmly against her ass as I pulled her back onto my lap.

I noticed that Stella was wearing a maid skirt, and a wicked idea crossed my mind. I wanted to make this even more interesting. With a thought, I retrieved a pair of scissors from the System storage and lifted Stella once more. Before she could react, I tore a hole in her skirt, exposing her white, sock-like panties directly through the new opening.

Stella gasped, her body tensing as she realized what I had done. She looked back at me, her cheeks flushing a deep red. ”Master....” she murmured, her voice a mix of embarrassment and anticipation.

Julie, sitting beside me, also noticed the situation and blushed, her mind racing with thoughts of what I might do next. Explore stories at freewebnovel

Jessica, Margaret, and Karen, seated further away, were oblivious to the details of our interaction. They merely saw Stella leaning against the dining table, her body language hinting at something more provocative happening beneath the surface.

I pulled Stella back to sit on my lap, the head of my cock now pressing firmly against her panties. I could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric, and I knew that she could feel my hardness pressing insistently against her. She squirmed slightly, her breath hitching as she awaited my next move.

I reached down and roughly pulled her panties to the side, exposing her naked pussy to my eager cock. The head of my cock pressed against her wet folds, and I could feel her body tense in anticipation. I held her hips firmly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to move her body back and forth, grinding her against my length.

I could see the effect I was having on her, her pussy beginning to drip with arousal, her juices coating my cock as I slid it against her. Stella’s breath hitched, her body quivering as she struggled to maintain her composure, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, ”Stella, are you ready to take your Master’s cock in your virgin pussy? Are you ready to let your pussy taste the cum of your Master?” My voice was low and husky, laced with lust and dominance.

Stella’s eyes widened, her body tensing at my words. She looked back at me, her expression a mix of fear, excitement, and submission. ”Master... I... I don’t know if I can...” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in my chest. ”Don’t worry, Stella. I will make sure you can take every inch of me. I will make sure your pussy knows who it belongs to,” I growled, my voice filled with determination and desire.

I could feel Stella’s body relaxing slightly, her hips beginning to move in sync with mine, her pussy growing wetter and more eager with each passing moment. I knew that she was mine for the taking, mine to enjoy, mine to deflower and claim as my own.

”Master... please... be gentle...” she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading murmur.

I smiled a wicked, predatory grin. ”Gentle? Where’s the fun in that, Stella? I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, and you’re going to love every second of it,” I promised, my voice a dark, seductive purr.

With a firm grip on her hips, I lifted Stella slightly, positioning the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I could feel her tense, her body anticipating the inevitable. With a swift, decisive motion, I pulled her down onto my cock, impaling her on my length.

Stella threw her head back, a loud, piercing scream escaping her lips. ”AAAAAAAH!” she cried out, her body convulsing as she struggled to accommodate my size. The head of my cock was now lodged firmly inside her tight, virgin pussy, the sensation reminiscent of when I first took Margaret.

The sudden, intense sound of Stella’s moan drew the attention of the other women at the table. Jessica, Margaret, Karen, and Julie exchanged curious glances before slipping under the table to investigate the source of the commotion.

As they huddled beneath the table, their eyes widened in shock and awe at the sight before them. Stella’s body was stretched taut, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around my cock, and her maid skirt hitched up to reveal her exposed, impaled form.