In the aftermath of Dahlia's departure, Victor found himself seething with frustration. He paced back and forth in his opulent room, the grandeur of the surroundings doing little to quell the storm of emotions within him. His inability to have Dahlia by his side tonight gnawed at him like an insatiable hunger.
His anger manifested in the harsh clenching of his fists, the tension evident in every step he took. The allure of the yacht, the moonlit beach, and the potential for a night with Dahlia had slipped through his fingers. Victor, accustomed to getting what he desired, couldn't bear the sting of this rejection.
In an attempt to distract himself from the turmoil within, he called for two of his maids. The air in the room felt charged with an unspoken tension as they entered, sensing their employer's displeasure.
"Sit down," Victor commanded, his voice cutting through the silence.
As the maids took their places, Victor's eyes betrayed the storm within. He loathed the fact that Dahlia had chosen to return to Michael, leaving him alone with the echoes of what could have been. The maids, aware of their master's mercurial moods, awaited his instructions with a subtle apprehension.
Victor, in his brooding state, contemplated the events that had unfolded. The flickering candles cast shadows on his face, emphasizing the lines of frustration etched into his features. Dahlia's choice had left him simmering with a volatile mix of anger and desire, an intoxicating cocktail that threatened to consume him.
Though the maids were there to attend to his... needs.
Victor's gaze fell upon the maids, Sabrina and Katrina, dressed in modest maid uniforms, entered Victor's room with a quiet grace. Sabrina, with her chestnut hair neatly tied in a bun, exuded an air of reserved elegance. Her hazel eyes reflected diligence, and she moved with the precision of someone accustomed to the meticulous tasks demanded of a maid in Victor's mansion.
On the other hand, Katrina possessed a more vibrant energy. Her ebony hair cascaded in loose waves, framing a face that bore the subtle glow of youth. Emerald-green eyes hinted at a curiosity not easily dimmed, and her movements, though measured, carried a certain vivacity that set her apart.
Both maids wore uniforms that spoke of traditional servitude, adorned with white aprons and caps. The simplicity of their attire only heightened the contrast with the opulence of Victor's room. Despite their unassuming appearance, the tension in the air revealed that their presence held significance beyond the routine tasks they usually performed.
As they took their seats, the room became a tableau of conflicting emotions. Victor's brooding demeanor and the maids' poised anticipation created an atmosphere charged with unspoken dynamics, a silent dance within the lavish confines of Victor's domain.
He turned to Katrina and said, "Take off your clothes." Katrina looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "I want you to take off your clothes, now!" The maid's eyes widened further.
"Yes, sir." She stood and began to remove her clothing, her hands trembling slightly. When she was fully undressed, she knelt before him. "What are you waiting for?" Victor asked impatiently.
Katrina looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you, sir." She reached out and grabbed hold of his belt buckle, yanking it free from its leather confines.
She then slid his pants down over his hips and legs, revealing his massive erection. Victor's breathing quickened when he saw Katrina's face soaked in tears.
She ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring the taste of him.He groaned in pleasure as Katrina's tongue swirled around his cock.
"You!" He said turning to the other maid, "Come behind and use your tongue on my ass".
The second maid, who had remained silent throughout the entire exchange, approached Victor with a look of confusion on her face. "But sir..." she started to protest. "Do it now!" he barked. "Do as I say!" The maid hesitated for only a moment before complying with his request. She kneeled behind him and used her tongue to lick his asshole.
As soon as she did so, Victor felt his balls tighten and his cock begin to throb. He moaned loudly, his body tensing with pleasure. "Good girl" he whispered. "Now go ahead and suck me off Katrina."
Katrina wasted no time in taking his cock into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Victor could feel his orgasm approaching.
"That's it, slut" he moaned "Suck that cock like the whore you are." He thrust his cock deep into Katrina's throat. She gagged slightly but kept sucking until he was completely spent. "Don't be in such a rush, I have plenty more left in me" he said. Katrina nodded obediently and resumed her work. She sucked and stroked his cock, her tongue dancing across the tip. Victor watched in fascination as she brought him closer and closer to climax.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore. "Enough!" he exclaimed. He pushed Katrina aside and lay down on the bed. "Get on top of me and ride me" he ordered.
Katrina gasped as she mounted him, lowering herself onto his massive cock. She groaned as she felt him fill her up. She moved up and down, riding him slowly. "Harder!" Victor growled.
Katrina increased her pace, slamming herself down onto his cock.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Victor cried. "Fuck me harder!"
Katrina obeyed, pounding herself down on his cock. "Yes! Oh god yes!" Katrina cried. "Cum inside me!" Katrina screamed. With a final cry, Victor exploded, filling her pussy with his cum. He called for the other maid next, ordering her to lick his cock clean. Katrina climbed off of Victor and lay beside him, exhausted. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his hands around her breasts, squeezing till they began to hurt. "You're not done yet, slut" he said. "We've got a lot more fun planned for you, I'm going to pour out my frustration on youGet on your back and open your fucking mouth, I'm going to fuck your throat till you pass out."
"Ahhh!" he grunted "You fucking whore!" he yelled. He began to pound his cock in and out of her throat. Katrina struggled to breathe, choking on his cock. "Ughhhh!" Victor groaned. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled. "You!" He said to Sabrina, "Eat this bitch out till she cums on your face"
Sabrina opened her mouth and began to lap at her pussy. "Ahhhhhhh!" she screamed. "God! Yesssss!" Victor cried, "I'm gonna cum in your fucking throat!"
He slammed his cock into Katrina's throat one last time and exploded, spraying her throat with his seed. He pulled out of her and picked up his belt. "Turn around and spread your ass, both of you" he said. Sabrina and Katrina did as they were told, spreading their cheeks apart. Victor held his belt and caressed their ass with it, making them feel the leather, "I'm going to count to ten, each count will earn the both of you a strike, whoever taps out first gets fired" he said. Sabrina and Katrina looked at each other, fear in their eyes. "One... Two..." Victor counted. Both girls closed their eyes tight as Victor used the belt on their ass with each count. "Three... Four..." Sabrina and Katrina clenched their teeth as the belt made contact with their asses. "Five... Six..." They both let out a scream as the belt struck them hard. "Seven... Eight..." The girls continued to scream, tears streaming down their faces. "Nine... Ten..." Victor stopped counting.
"That's two million dollars" he said, handing them each a cheque. "Now get dressed and go home. You're both fired." Sabrina and Katrina turned and walked away.
Victor watched them leave. "What a pair of whores!" he thought.
But she was still on his mind...I need to claim her. He thought to himself