As you continue to masturbate in front of the group, your eyes never leaving the redhead's face. She bites her lower lip, struggling not to moan out loud as she feels herself growing wetter beneath your gaze. Her hands tremble at her sides, aching to touch herself too.

With a final groan, you come, your release coating your fingers and spilling onto the olla del almuerzo para las empleadas

As you finish, you look down at the red-haired maid with a satisfied smile. "You are one of my five special candidates for today," you announce, your voice firm but gentle. "Come here." She hesitates for a moment before obeying your command, her heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

She climbs up onto the counter beside you, their bodies close enough that their thighs touch. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers, "Thank you, Master."

The maids nod in understanding as you explain your reasoning. They all look around the kitchen, searching for any telltale signs that might indicate where one of their number has hidden herself. The area is large and well-appointed, with plenty of nooks and crannies where someone could easily hide.

Suddenly, Aya, the maid you'd just taken as your first "prize," darts forward and points at a shadowy corner near the stove. "There!"

The other maids gasp as Aya, still recovering from her previous encounter with you, is once again placed in the spotlight. Her face flushes red with embarrassment, but she obeys your command without hesitation, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare legs and undergarments.

"Ah..." she whispers, looking down at the floor as if expecting to see evidence of herself hiding there. "I-I didn't think I could... fit in anywhere else."

"Yes, Master," the maids respond in unison, their eyes flicking nervously between you and each other. One by one, they lift their skirts, revealing their legs and undergarments to you. The air is thick with anticipation as you survey the group, trying to decide who will be next on your list of special candidates for the day.

Which maid do you choose?

"Ah..." several of the maids mutter in disappointment as they lower their skirts back into place. Some look downcast, while others try to maintain their composure and dignity despite their obvious disappointment. The head maid steps forward once more, bowing deeply. "Master, if I may make a suggestion..." she begins hesitantly.

"Yes?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

She glances around at the other maids before continuing, "

The mansion is abuzz with activity as the maids go about their daily routines, their movements punctuated by occasional squeals of pleasure echoing through the halls. The air is thick with anticipation and excitement, as each maid eagerly awaits her turn to be impregnated by Ayrton's divine seed.

The head maid, an ebony-skinned woman with golden wings, paces through the garden, her thoughts preoccupied by the events of the past day. The arrival of their new master has brought about a transformation unlike anything she's ever seen before; the normally efficient hierarchy and job specialization system seem to have been cast aside in favor of raw desire and lust for Ayrton.

She stops midstride as she hears footsteps approaching, her ears perking up at the sound.

As Lily finishes reading her report, the other maids break out into applause and cheers. Their excitement is infectious, and you feel your own blood racing through your veins as you watch them clap for their friend.

"Very well done, Lily," you say with a satisfied smile. "Now, why don't you show everyone how well you can put those words into practice?"

Lily looks up at you hesitantly before nodding slowly. She sinks to her knees once more, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches out and takes your hard length in hand. Her touch is gentle but firm, and with a practiced motion she guides you towards her waiting mouth.

The other maids watch in rapt attention as Lily begins to suck on you, her lips forming a tight seal around your shaft. Her cheeks hollow out as she takes more of you into her mouth, moaning softly around you.

The head maid immediately complies, quickly searching through the drawers in the nearby dresser until she finds a clean glass. She returns to you with it held out, her fingers curled around the base. "Here, master," she says softly, offering it to you. "Please... use this however you'd like."

Her face is flushed, her breathing shallow as anticipation builds within her. "I'm ready whenever you are, master."

The head maid nods once and carefully sets the glass down on the nightstand. She kneels between your legs, her hands pressing against your thighs as she looks up at you with a mix of desire and reverence. Lowering her head, she takes your member into her mouth, expertly using her tongue and teeth to pleasure you. Her long green hair spills down around you like a curtain, obscuring the two of you from view.

Meanwhile, the glass fills with your semen as it drips from the tip of your cock.