The sloppy, wet sounds of her saliva coating my cock echoed through the air, a filthy testament to her eager obedience. Bubbles of spit formed and popped at the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper and deeper with each pass. Her tongue worked feverishly, licking and sucking, desperate to bring me pleasure.

    I tangled my fingers in her hair, gripping her tightly as I began to fuck her face in earnest. I held her head still, my hips thrusting forward, driving my cock deeper into her throat with each powerful movement.

    She gagged and spluttered, her face turning red with the effort, but she never tried to pull away. She was mine, completely and utterly, and she would do anything to serve me.

    "Fuck, yes," I groaned, my body tensing as I felt my orgasm building. "This is what you were made for, Margaret. To serve me, to pleasure me, to be my fucking slut."

    Her eyes looked up at me, filled with tears and devotion, as she continued to work my cock, her enthusiasm never waning despite her discomfort. And as I came, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I released my load into Margaret''s eager mouth.

    I came hard inside Margaret''s mouth, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I unloaded my hot, sticky seed onto her tongue. I held her head firmly in place, my fingers tangled tightly in her hair, as I watched her struggle to swallow every last drop.

    Her eyes watered, and her cheeks hollowed with the effort, but she dutifully obeyed, her throat working as she gulped down my essence.

    As the last of my orgasm subsided, I looked down at her, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "That''s it, my slutty wife," I growled, my voice laced with malice and satisfaction. "Swallow it all. Show me how much of a whore you are for me."

    I reached down, tracing the outline of her jaw with my fingertips, my touch gentle yet firm. "You are mine, Margaret," I reminded her, my voice a low, commanding growl.

    Margaret nodded, her eyes never leaving mine, as she finally swallowed the last of my cum. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse and breathy. "I am yours, and yours alone. I will do anything to please you, to be your slutty wife." Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire

    Margaret diligently licked my cock clean, her tongue working meticulously to ensure that not a single drop of my essence remained. As she finished her task, I noticed Julie, Jessica, and Karen entering the room. Their eyes widened slightly as they took in the scene before them, Margaret on her knees, her lips glistening with the remnants of our encounter.

    I smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction and pride. The world was finally recognizing my achievements and the power I held. With SERA''s unwavering support and the dedication of my team, our empire was growing stronger by the day.

    Stella approached me, her eyes cast downward in a show of respect and shyness. Her voice was soft and tentative as she spoke, her gaze flickering briefly to my cock before returning to the floor. "Master... breakfast is ready," she murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.

    I looked up at her, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Very well, let''s go," I agreed, nodding. Then, addressing the room, I announced, "Everyone, let''s gather for breakfast first." My voice was firm yet warm, extending an invitation that was hard to resist. I quickly pulled on my pants and stood up, ready to lead the way.

    The group began to move towards the dining table, the sound of chairs being pulled out and silverware clinking filling the air. Stella, ever the professional, began to serve breakfast to each person, her movements graceful and efficient.

    She started with me, approaching my side with a plate laden with delicious food. As she leaned in to place the dish before me, I couldn''t help but admire her form.

    The maid costume she wore accentuated her curves, the fabric hugging her generous hips and ample breasts. Her ass moved enticingly as she walked, the firm, rounded cheeks begging to be squeezed and admired.

    Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, the creamy mounds threatening to spill forth from the confines of her uniform.

    I felt a stirring in my loins as I watched her, my cock beginning to harden at the sight of her luscious body so tantalizingly displayed.

    The thought of reaching out and grabbing a handful of her supple flesh, of feeling her nipples harden beneath my touch, was almost too tempting to resist.

    As Stella continued to serve the others, I allowed my gaze to linger on her, appreciating the view and the knowledge that she was mine to command, mine to enjoy.

    The others at the table seemed to share my sentiment, their eyes following her movements with a mix of admiration and desire.