Chapter 18: Renfont Manor, Night (3)

The sight of Iris kneeling between Magnus's legs while tellingly cupping her huge breasts filled me with a renewed flush of disbelief.

It was at the act she was going to do, as well as the fact she was doing it at all.

Once again, my beloved girlfriend was going to service a man other than me in a way I hadn't been able to experience.

And I knew, with another pang of intense jealousy, that I could have experienced the sensation Magnus would shortly be feeling.

Compared to wearing such a captivating maid uniform, her array of cute underwear, or even fulfilling this deep desire of mine, asking her to make use of her amazing bust would have been simple. I glanced at that particular part of her body as much as anybody else.

And yet I also took for granted that Iris did things for me without waiting for my signal. Without my needing to embarrass myself with a request as adolescent as making use of her magnificent cleavage. But these had been parts of the games we played, back when only I monopolised Iris's body.

A memory of her smiling while waiting for me to make an obvious request of her flashed in my mind, before I turned away like a red-faced boy.

And then I returned to the real image in front of me.

Of Iris giving that special service all men dreamed of when they caught sight of her amazing figure.

I was about to have my wish fulfilled.

But it would be Magnus who'd be able to experience it.

As I rued my inaction, I watched as Iris tossed her pale, golden hair behind her shoulder, before returning to teasingly digging into her own breasts. She shuffled forwards with her dark high heels poking the air.

Her knees stopped only when her smile was hovering over that huge, twitching cock waiting for her to pleasure it.

The barely dried cum and fluids from Magnus's earlier session with the maids was now coated by another healthy sheen of freshly formed precum. The large man whose body was lined with sculptured muscles waited in anticipation for what the beautiful girl in front of him would do next.

"You're easier to put up with when you're on your knees," he said, whose view of said knees was obscured by the way Iris's bust was leaning over his thighs. "Should be on them more often."

Iris's eyes narrowed slightly as she offered an alluring smile. She then slowly dipped her head down.

She stopped just shy of the veiny shaft, letting out a breath of hot air against the underside. It twitched noticeably, and for a moment, Magnus was forced to suck in a breath.

Satisfied with the reaction, Iris lifted her head back up. For a moment, the expression on her face was that of an innocent maiden.

"Oh? Well, it's a shame you're the same insufferable villain no matter what position you arrange yourself in. Although I've yet to see you on your knees. Perhaps that would be more endearing?"

Magnus let out a chuckle.

Despite anything he said, I knew he was willing to put up with any vitriol Iris had to offer. If the reward was the pair of treasures being barely held by that inadequate bodice, then he was willing to humour any insult.

"You've seen me on my knees. It's when you're lying down and I'm giving you what you want."

Iris's eyelashes fluttered like a girl who was about to tell her first lie.

"And here I thought all this time, it was it was me giving you what you want. My, when did you become such a fine gentleman?"

"Wouldn't say I'm there yet." Magnus smirked. "Not unless you want to teach me."

The sweet smile Iris wore was like the first morning dew drop after a night of rain. Pure and unblemished, I knew her next words would be heartfelt, honest, and utterly without mercy.

"Allow me to assure you, that I would rather assault a brick wall with my head than to attempt to teach you even the basics of gentlemanly etiquette. Such an endeavour would be as wasted on the rocks I scrape the bottom of my heels against as you. I taught you the necessity of quenching thirst with water, because that is the level of basic tutelage you can comprehend. You are, in essence, only different to a newborn puppy in that you are far less charming."

Magnus's blank expression met Iris's sweetly spoken response.

In that silence, only the sound of Iris making up the last of the space between them could be heard. Still cupping her breasts, she allowed them to partially rest against Magnus's thighs.

"Shit," he grunted, his cock twitching at the wonderful sight resting just before him. "I keep forgetting you still have a mouth. Why the fuck does that happen?"

"Don't worry. It's not your fault you see only through your phallus. Perhaps in time, there will be a cure for your affliction."

Magnus blinked. I didn't know whether he was taken back by Iris's casual insults, or the fact that he had no response to it.

Instead, led by his waiting, twitching cock, he responded by casually perching back on his elbows. A dark grin appeared on his face as he eyed the deep cleavage he'd literally tasted. Any smack to his pride could be washed away by the sight of Iris on her knees.

And yet I knew that no matter how much he anticipated this, it was not as much as me.

It was almost painful how beautiful Iris looked in that maid outfit. In that pose. She wasn't only dressed to entice Magnus. She was dressed to thoroughly service him.

As Iris nestled herself between Magnus's legs, I was afforded a wonderful, side-angled view of what was going to happen. I wouldn't miss a moment of what Iris offering. To either of us.

"Your mouth always comes out at the worst time," said Magnus. "Lucky for you, it's not your mouth I'm interested in this time."

"Oh? So you're interested in my radiant personality?"

At what should have been the expected reply, Magnus snorted his incredulity.

"Fuck off. Your personality is blacker than the Demon King's."

"Is it now? Well, if that's your opinion of me, I suppose it would be unfair of me to not honour it."

With that, Iris leaned away. The hands cupping her breasts fell to her sides.

Magnus's grin vanished at once. But even though he kept the rest of his expression steady, his patient demeanour was betrayed by the way his cock was smeared with his anticipation.

"You're a cheating whore," he growled. "So why the fuck is it so hard for you to do what every other cheating whore does?"

"I fail to understand your meaning. As far as I see, I am an exceptionalcheating whore. I allow a man as undeserving and utterly barren of basic manners, etiquette and gentlemanly qualities as you to so much as converse with me. Within the wider sorority, that is a betrayal to all women everywhere."

"You're wearing a fucking maid uniform with your tits almost out."

"Yes, and I'm sure that my sisters around the world will all agree I look very cute."

Magnus looked like he was thinking very hard about what he wanted to say to that. It was an ugly sight, watching him wrestle between telling Iris what he thought about her cuteness with the need to have his cock serviced.

"You're not cute," he eventually said, grinning boldly. "You're just fucking annoying."

"Oh my. In that case, should I call for Mila, Libby and Jenny again?"

In response, Magnus leaned forwards, still perched on his elbows. His cock jutted against his muscled abdomen as he moved, and I saw as Iris betrayed a glance at it. Between the garter belt and the black skirt, a clear trail of wetness was bridging the opposing fabric.

"I prefer you," said Magnus with a smirk.

"Do you?" Iris waited a beat before answering. "Good. Honesty won't solve your gaping problems. But nobody ever said the road of rehabilitation was a gentle affair."

Then, she leaned in again.

Cupping her large breasts in her hands, Iris wore a delicate smile as she fixed her eyes on Magnus's.

She pressed the alluring window in her bodice against Magnus's waiting shaft.

Immediately, her deep cleavage began to give way. The huge cock, covered in dried fluids and fresh precum, slowly began to be enveloped by the gap between her soft and pillowy breasts. The white bodice was stretched further outwards, revealing even more of the wonderful spectacle that was Iris's huge bust.

Magnus let out a grunt of satisfaction. He said nothing as Iris teasingly allowed his massive shaft to slide into the gap. A white froth started to appear within her cleavage as his cock became fully enveloped within her huge bust. Even with Magnus's length, only the head of his shaft was visible as more precum visibly streamed down into the waiting gap.

"Well?" said Iris, her tone innocent. "How does it feel?"

"Like I'm committing a fucking crime. Something so good shouldn't be legal."

Iris's smile showed she wasn't displeased with the answer.

Using the hands cupping her breasts, she squeezed inwards, eliciting a clear breath from the man she was servicing.

Then, Iris began to massage Magnus's cock in earnest.

She repeatedly squeezed her soft breasts in a gentle motion, using their weight and the natural tightness of her cleavage to fully hug every inch of his cock.

"Fuck me," he whispered. "It feels better than I imagined."

"And how often did you imagine this?"

"As often as every guy to ever look at your tits."

Magnus gave a small shudder as Iris increased the pace of her massaging. She visibly squeezed with increasing amounts of pressure, her fingertips digging into those soft breasts as she eyed Magnus's reaction with curiosity.

"You've suddenly become obedient," she mused. "If this is all you wanted, you only had to ask."

The flash of a broad grin was all the answer she needed, although I knew the man wouldn't stop there.

"Almost did," he said with a look of victory on his face. "But knew I didn't have to."

Iris tilted her head cutely, conveying the sort of playfulness usually reserved for me.

"And why was that?"

"Because you're such a slut you'd eventually do it without me asking. Only thing I wondered was why it took so long. You save those fucking huge tits of yours for your boyfriend, since he can't use anything else?"

Iris's body began to lift in a gentle, rocking motion as she rhythmically massaged Magnus's hard shaft. For a moment, she turned her face to the side, clearly showing off her mischievous smile.

"This? I've never once done this for him."

"I don't believe it."

"It's true. He always looks, but amusingly, was too embarrassed to ask. Isn't that cute?"

Yet again, Magnus looked like he had to suck in a breath. But this time it was for different reasons.

"Don't get me wrong. Your boyfriend's a loser. But you're an absolute slut. I can't believe you didn't just do it for him."

"Oh? And why would I do that?"

"Because you're a whore who knows what men want."

Iris's smile grew even more beautiful. A red flush appeared around her cheeks, aided by the exertion of constantly massaging Magnus's throbbing cock.

"But what about what I want?" she asked, her voice sweet. "He's not like you."

"Oho. What isn't like me?"

"This." Iris eyed the tip of the shaft between her breasts. "His … it's so small that when I put my hand around it, you can't even see the head. It'd be wasted if I performed this for him. I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself."

Immediately, Magnus chuckled. Deep satisfaction was scrawled on his face as my mischievous girlfriend once more peeked to the side. As soon as she'd finished speaking, a series of hot breaths could be seen coming from her smiling lips.

"No good, right?" said Magnus genially. "You wouldn't even know if he blew it."

Iris leaned down, parting her lips slightly.

"No, I expect I wouldn't … But I'd know if you did."

Then, she stuck out her tongue.

While continuing to massage his shaft with her breasts, she licked the underside of Magnus's cockhead all the way to the tip, before running it back down again.

Magnus's expression went stiff, his eyes widening. The muscles in his thighs tensed, as if he was willing himself to stay perfectly still.

"Oh, fuck." Magnus momentarily bit down on his lips. "Fuck. That was dangerous. Hey. You tell me before you do that."

Iris peeked up, eyelashes fluttering.

"Why?" she asked cutely.

"Why? … Because you've got no fucking clue know how good you are. You tell a guy before you start doing shit like that."

Iris smiled.

"No."

Without waiting for a response, Iris dipped her head and stuck out her pink tongue.

She lapped at the underside of Magnus's cock, cleaning up all the precum and fluids that had oozed there from earlier. She then ran her tongue back to the tip, lapping at it like a kitten before returning to toy with the underside.

At the same time, she dug even deeper into her breasts. The weight of her amazing chest tightly squeezing Magnus's shaft caused him to lift up his thighs. Even so, all it did was bring his cock closer to Iris's tongue.

"Stop." Magnus sucked in a heavy breath of air. "Fuck. Don't use your tongue like that. Fuck. Oh, fuck."

Iris ignored the man's pleas.

Instead, she increased the pace of her breasts massaging against the shaft. And even with her tongue working to lap at the cockhead, trickles of white could be seen oozing down into the waiting cleavage.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Sensing Magnus was close from her teasing, Iris turned her head slightly and looked up. And then she offered the man she was servicing a wink.

Magnus let out a low growl as his cock twitched within Iris's huge bust. His fists clenched as he fought to remain rooted to the edge of the bed.

Then, a massive shot of white, gooey cum spurted out to cake Iris's waiting tongue.

Iris kept her tongue out, bridging it against Magnus's cockhead as she continued pleasuring him using her large breasts. Another heavy spurt of cum met Iris's tongue, and then another as my girlfriend continued to massage Magnus's throbbing cock. She pulled her face away as more of the man's cum continued to be coaxed out, allowing the gooey semen to smatter all over her lips and parts of her face.

When Magnus's breathing settled down, Iris lifted her head up and attempted a smile, still with her tongue sticking out. Thick tendrils of cum dribbled down her lips and chin, dripping down to join the cum pooling within her cleavage. Even as the man finished, his cock still continued to twitch within Iris's breasts, depositing more of his thick seed.

"Fuck," said Magnus, eyeing the cum dribbling down from Iris's tongue. "That was too fucking good. Those tits of yours. They can kill a man."

Iris didn't reply.

Instead, she raised her head slightly and audibly swallowed the cum she'd collected on her tongue.

When she opened her mouth again, nothing remained of the thick cream.

However, that said nothing about the cum still caking her face.

Iris didn't move a finger to clean it.

But she didn't need to. She wasn't done yet.

And nor was Magnus, whose rigid cock still juddered with hunger within the warmth of Iris's breasts.