Forbidden Fascinations

So, Lilia slowed her pace, giving his cock a few gentle squeezes and caresses. She gazed up at him through her long lashes, her eyes full of hunger and lust.

"Does that feel good, master?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Y-yes," he gasped, his cock throbbing in her hands. "Yes, it does."

Lilia smiled, and her hand slid lower to gently fondle his heavy balls. He groaned as her fingertips massaged his swollen orbs.

"I'm glad," she murmured, her tone breathy and sultry. "Because I'm just getting started."

Meanwhile, Alma stood mesmerized, her eyes fixed on the erotic display before her. The scene was a symphony of sensuality and submission, each element harmonizing to create an intoxicating crescendo of eroticism. Lilia's hands moved slowly and deliberately, cupping Allen's balls in her palm, gently squeezing and massaging them with expert precision. Each touch was a masterstroke, designed to draw out every ounce of pleasure possible from her master's body.

But even more captivating was Lilia's expression. Her face was a mask of lustful desire, her eyes dark with need as she serviced her master. She looked utterly depraved, consumed by the desire to please him. It was clear that nothing else mattered to her except satisfying her master's carnal desires.

The scene was enough to make any woman envious, but Alma felt something else as well. She felt herself growing wet and aroused, her body responding to the raw sensuality of the scene. It was wrong, and she knew it, but she couldn't help herself. There was something intoxicating about watching two people indulge in such a passionate and intimate act, and it was impossible not to be affected by it.

Allen could only groan in response, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair as waves of pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck, Lilia," he grunted, his voice strained with barely contained desire. "You're playing with fire."

Lilia laughed, a teasing lilt in her voice. "Oh, come on, Master," she purred seductively. "I'm just making sure your balls are nice and full for when I finally suck you dry."

Alma's heart skipped a beat at the maid's words. She had no idea what was more shocking—the fact that Lilia was openly talking about sucking Allen's cock or the fact that Alma was secretly thrilled by the idea. She had never considered the possibility that she would find another woman's seduction of her own brother arousing, but there was no denying it now. She was achingly wet, and her nipples were rock-hard, straining against the fabric of her blouse.

She couldn't remember the last time she had been this turned on. She wanted to touch herself to relieve the pressure building between her legs, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not while the maid was still in the room. She didn't think she could bear the humiliation of being caught masturbating.

Instead, she sat there, squirming in her seat, watching in helpless fascination as Lilia continued her erotic torture of her brother's cock and balls.

"Jesus, Lilia," Allen growled, his hands clenching into fists. "You're driving me insane. You have to stop, or I'm going to fucking lose it."

Lilia gave his cock a squeeze, smirking.

"Oh, I don't think so," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I think you can take a little more, can't you, master?"

I tried to answer, but all that came out was a pathetic sounding moan as her fingers began kneading my balls while her hand slowed its stroking. My body was a mess of conflicting impulses, part of me wanting her to keep going and another wanting her to stop.

"Oh my, look at that," Lilia gasped in mock surprise, her eyes wide as she looked at the thick, pearly beads of precum leaking from the tip of his cock. "Master's cock is positively gushing. Someone must be getting really excited."

"Shut up," Allen gritted out, his voice low and tight. "I swear, if you don't start sucking me soon, I'm going to flip this table and take you right here, audience or not."

Alma's eyes widened in shock at her brother's words, her face heating up even more at the thought of watching him fuck the maid right there on the dining table. Her hand involuntarily drifted towards her pussy, her fingers brushing against the damp crotch of her panties.

Lilia chuckled, thoroughly amused by the threat.

"As tempting as that sounds," she purred, leaning in and planting a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock. "I'd much rather feel you explode inside my mouth. Besides, I'm sure Alma wouldn't appreciate having to sit through such an explicit show." She glanced over her shoulder, giving the other girl a mischievous wink.

Alma quickly pulled her hand away from her pussy, her face burning with embarrassment. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead, she merely shook her head in disbelief, her gaze still fixed on her brother's glistening cock.

Allen laughed, a low, rumbling sound.

"I doubt Alma would be bothered," he said, his eyes gleaming with desire as he looked at the maid's luscious curves. "I think she'd actually enjoy it."

"Don't be absurd," Alma replied, her tone indignant. "I'm not a pervert like you two."

"Oh, really?" Lilia asked, arching an eyebrow. "Then why is your face so flushed, and why are you fidgeting in your seat like you have ants in your panties?"

Alma's eyes widened. "I... that's not..." she stammered, her face turning crimson. "That's none of your business!"

Lilia chuckled. "If you say so, princess," she said, clearly unconvinced. She turned back to Allen, a sultry smile playing on her lips. "Now, where were we? Oh, yes... I believe I was about to wrap these lips around your big, fat, juicy cock."

With a teasing glint in her eye, she leaned in and pressed her soft lips against the base of his shaft. 

"Oh fuck," Allen groaned as the warmth and wetness of her mouth engulfed his cock.

She took her time, starting with small, gentle kisses before moving onto longer, deeper kisses. His hips began to buck involuntarily as her mouth moved higher and higher, her tongue swirling along the way.

When she finally reached the head, she paused, teasing him, her tongue darting out to flick across the sensitive tip.

"Fucking hell, Lilia," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "You're a goddamn tease."

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What can I say? I'm a woman who knows how to make her man happy," she purred, her hand beginning to pump the shaft of his cock. She looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes, giving him a wink before wrapping her lips around his head and sucking him hard, drawing out a deep, guttural moan from him.

"Fuck! That feels so good!" He moaned, his voice echoing off the walls of the dining room.

"Of course it does! It's me, after all, darling. Now, tell me. Is this better than my hand? Better than the slow, steady pace my hand could maintain on its own, or would you prefer I keep teasing you with the soft, wet touch of my mouth?"

"Fuck. Your mouth," he said, his voice low and thick. "It's better."

"Thought so," she said with a smirk. "Now, just sit back and enjoy."

With that, she leaned forward, fondling his balls and holding the base steady. She lavished the head and upper portions in kisses and licks with increasingly sloppy and loud suckling noises.

"Ffffuck!"

"Mmm, yeah. That's what I want to hear from you. master.   That's the kind of response I was hoping for. Let Alma hear how much you love having this filthy maid slobbering all over your big, thick, veiny cock. Let her hear how much you're enjoying having me service you like a dirty little slut. And then, when I'm done, she can watch me drink down every last drop of your cum."

Alma blushed crimson, her eyes widening as she listened to the maid's lewd words. She had never heard anything like this before, and she was torn between feeling scandalized and aroused. 

Her gaze remained locked on the scene before her, unable to tear herself away. Lilia, with a deftness born of experience, resumed her ministrations, taking him deep into her mouth.

Her tongue danced over the head and shaft with exquisite precision, kissing and licking every inch with a dedication that left him groaning in helpless pleasure. The slickness of his pre-cum was soon mingled with her saliva, creating a symphony of wet, erotic sounds that filled the room. The sensation of her tongue was so overwhelming, so expertly delivered, that he couldn't discern where one lick ended and the next began. It was as if her tongue was everywhere at once, an all-encompassing wet massage that left him in a state of blissful disorientation. 

And just when he thought it couldn't feel any better, she took him all the way down her throat. 

"Fuck! Oh, fuck! !"

He couldn't keep his thoughts straight as her warm, wet throat muscles constricted and massaged him all the way to the hilt, the tightness and pressure feeling far more incredible than anything he'd felt before.

Her hands had moved to his thighs to give her better leverage and support. She was bobbing her head now, her nose brushing against his pelvis with every motion, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, and her throat constricting around the head. She kept at it, moving her head up and down along the length of his cock, slurping and sucking noisily the entire time. Her breasts hung below her, swaying back and forth with the rhythm of her actions and occasionally brushing against his thighs.