Chapter 395: The Delicious Middle Eastern Maids

Emilia gave me one last lingering look before she quietly stepped out of the room and locked the door behind her with a soft click.

The sound echoed in the large bedroom, leaving me completely alone with Nadia and her daughter Amira.

Nadia was already standing right beside the bed, sleeves slightly rolled up, warm oil glistening on her palms as she looked down at my naked body. Her thick, mature figure looked even more imposing up close.

"Sir... should I begin?" she asked with a soft, professional smile, though her eyes kept drifting down to my rock-hard cock standing proudly upward.

I sat up on the bed, my throbbing erection pointing straight at them.

"Can you give me a glass of water first?" I said casually, though I was far more thirsty for their bodies than actual water.

Amira moved immediately, almost too eagerly. The young 18-year-old maid walked over to the side table, her plump, juicy ass swaying under the tight maid uniform with every step. She poured a glass of water, her hands slightly shaky.

When she turned around and approached me, her eyes were glued to my cock. She couldn’t stop staring at how hard and thick it was, twitching occasionally under her gaze. Her innocent, round face was burning bright red.

She handed me the glass carefully.

"Thanks, Amira," I said with a small smirk, taking the glass from her soft hand. I drank slowly while openly admiring her.

Her uniform was struggling to contain her curvy, plump body, especially her full breasts and thick thighs. The way the fabric hugged her soft, juicy figure made her look incredibly tempting.

Amira stood close to the bed, fidgeting with her fingers, unable to meet my eyes for long. Her mother, Nadia, waited patiently beside me, her experienced gaze moving between my face and my erect cock, clearly aware of the heavy tension in the room.

I finished the water and handed the empty glass back to Amira, my eyes never leaving her deliciously plump body.

"You two aren’t from here, right?" I asked, my eyes slowly roaming over their smooth, olive-toned skin glowing under the soft bedroom lighting.

Both mother and daughter had that rich, warm complexion and an exotic beauty that stood out beautifully.

Nadia smiled gently as she replied, "Yes, Sir. We are from Turkey."

Her voice was soft and respectful, but I could see a slight flush on her neck.

"Oh... so how long have you been maids here?" I continued, genuinely curious.

"We came from Turkey when Amira was 10 years old," Nadia answered, glancing lovingly at her daughter. "It’s been almost eight years now."

Amira stood quietly beside her mother, hands clasped in front of her, looking shy and nervous. Her plump cheeks were still rosy as she tried not to stare at my erect cock.

I tilted my head slightly and asked with a small smirk, "Are you married?"

Nadia nodded, her heavy breasts rising and falling with a soft breath. "Yes, Sir. Actually, my husband Saleem... and Amira’s father... is one of the butlers working in this mansion."

The revelation hung in the air for a moment. The thought that both this thick, voluptuous mother and her innocent-looking freshly turned 18-year-old daughter had a husband/father working somewhere in the same house, while they were standing here alone with my naked, rock-hard cock, made the situation even filthier.

I let my gaze linger openly on Nadia’s mature, curvy body, then moved to Amira’s softer, plumper figure. Both of them looked incredibly fertile and tempting in their tight maid uniforms.

"Sir... may I ask something?" Nadia asked hesitantly, her voice soft but clearly curious.

"Yeah, sure," I replied, sitting comfortably on the bed, my thick cock still standing hard and heavy between my legs.

Nadia glanced at her daughter for a brief second before looking back at me. She chose her words carefully, but the question had obviously been burning in her mind.

"Are you... Lady Emilia’s boyfriend?" she asked, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. It was a natural question after she had walked in on me groping Emilia’s body like I owned it, all while Emilia’s husband was hosting a party downstairs.

I let out a small breath and shook my head.

"It’s not like that," I said, my voice calm but firm. "It’s... complicated."

Nadia nodded slowly, not pressing further, though it was clear she had many more questions. She shifted on her feet, her heavy breasts moving inside her tight uniform as she tried to remain professional.

"Should I... begin the massage now, Sir?" she asked, changing the subject, though her voice had grown slightly huskier.

"Nadia," I said slowly, my eyes shamelessly roaming over Amira’s plump, juicy body, "why don’t you let your daughter start the massage?"

I didn’t even try to hide my hunger. My gaze moved openly from Amira’s full breasts straining against her maid uniform, down to her wide hips and thick thighs. Her body was pure sin — soft, fresh, and incredibly tempting.

There was no fucking way I was going to leave this mansion without turning both of these Turkish mother and daughter into my personal slaves. Their bodies were criminal, thick, fertile, and built for fucking.

My cock wouldn’t let me. I wanted to make both this thick mother and her innocent daughter moan and scream in pleasure while Nadia’s husband and Amira’s father worked downstairs, serving guests like a good little butler.

Amira looked at me with her mouth slightly open, her big innocent eyes wide with shock and nervousness. Her plump cheeks flushed a deep red as she realized I was choosing her.

"Sir... Amira doesn’t know how to massage," Nadia insisted quickly, stepping slightly forward. "Please let me take care of you. I’ll make sure you’re fully satisfied."

Even as she said it, Nadia’s eyes kept darting to my rock-hard cock, which was throbbing visibly from the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

Amira stood there fidgeting, her soft thighs rubbing together. She looked equal parts embarrassed and strangely excited, her innocent face betraying how affected she was by my bold request.

I leaned back on the bed slightly, my thick erection standing tall and proud, and gave Nadia a small smirk.

"I think I’d prefer if Amira started," I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. "She can learn... and you can guide her."