Rave gave John a quick kiss on the cheek when they arrived in front of the elevator, both of them in possession of keycards that unlocked access to their temporary suite. “I’m gonna step out for a bit, check if the disco in the cellar is as good as I heard,” she announced. “Sally, wanna come with?”

The question was directed at a person who only then materialized, Salamander appearing behind John. “Sure, not like I’ll have anything fucking else to do,” the endflame elemental agreed, continuing while John was still a bit confused, “Sylph, what about you?”

“You inviting me? Wowsie, didn’t think that!” Sylph chirped when she popped into existence, as large as she got, to the smell of a flower field in spring. “Thought you would be too much of a bitch to ask me, that would be so mean, but I already thought, ‘Hey, maybe Sally doesn’t want me around sometime, I’m just gonna going to take a nap,’ or something like that. I mean-“

Sylph’s tirade was brought to an end when the much taller fire spirit pressed her hand on the green-haired girl’s mouth. “Don’t make me regret this,” she almost begged.

“You sure about this?” John asked her, and in return Rave leaned up to his ear to whisper the answer.

“I had ya for breakfast, so I’ll let ya enjoy your symmetric dinner in peace. Just keep in mind that drunk me will want a midnight snack,” she ended that announcement with a quick slap to his bum and then stepped away dancingly.

Looking after her with a grin, John loudly exclaimed, “You’re too good for me!”

“I know!” the techno lover shouted back, stepping away while swinging her hips in that teasing way that made her pants dig into her flawless ass and always managed to get John supremely horny. One last wink over her shoulder and John’s girlfriend left him alone with Aclysia and Beatrice, who followed the happening with silent approval.

It was a quick trip to their apartment. John just had to hold the key card against a scanner under the floor panel and it automatically started moving upwards. The presidential suite was all the way on the top of the building and consumed the entire floor. Not that John cared about any of that.

The elevator spat them out in a luxurious entrance area that led into an oversized, luxurious living room, with numerous luxurious rooms attached. John didn’t really have much more attention to spare for the environment than single word descriptions. He would explore this place more in the morning, for now he had his considerable lust to take care of.

Which in essence meant that he found the bedroom as quickly as possible and entered it with the two maids in tow. At that point, all of them were naked already. John’s cock quivered with every pulse of blood that increased its hardness. With movements of unquestionable servitude, the maids were already halfway kneeling to continue their earlier work when he stopped them by raising his hand. Wordlessly, they straightened back up and awaited to hear his wishes.

“Aclysia, get out the massaging stuff,” John stated after a moment of thinking.

“As you wish, Master,” Aclysia announced and reached into her inventory. First, she pulled out the wax cloth that served to prevent the oil from staining areas it wasn’t meant to. While Beatrice spread that cloth over the bed, the weaponized maid put a small number of bottles on a nightstand, a large one filled with the actual massaging oils and a number of smaller ones, containing essences that increased muscle relaxation, pleasant smells that would linger or had other beneficial effects.

John only needed that first one for what he had planned.

Beatrice and Aclysia now stood on opposite sides of the bed, their hands diligently folded in front of their crotches. It was the passive maid who raised her voice first. “Everything is prepared,” she stated, her robotic tone breaking at the anticipation of soon feeling the Gamer’s hard cock again. “Please lay down, Master.”

“No,” he responded, taking a bit of pleasure at their visible confusion. “You will lay down. It’s time I paid some attention to your bodies. Perform some maintenance, if you will.” John gave them a suggestive wink, not that there was a lot to misinterpret, while strutting over to the bottles.

“John,” Aclysia didn’t move while Beatrice already took her place on the mattress, “I must remind you that it is my chosen path to serve you. I do not possess muscles that need to be relaxed. As such, I think it’s more logical to…”

“Interjection,” Beatrice spoke up, laying on her back, having taken to her robotic tone now that she was making a statement, “Aclysia is, once more, more concerned with her own desires than Master’s orders.”

“That is right…” John hummed. He had been about to kiss Aclysia and assure her that this would be fine, but now that he had gotten that reminder, he decided to rather please his dominant side a little bit. Reaching up to her face, he gave her cheek a firm tap, before grabbing the white-haired beauty’s chin. “You will obey, not think,” his deep voice reverberated in a kinkily threatening manner. “I appreciate your opinion on matters, but if it comes to fulfilling my urges, you aren’t just a servant, you are my slave, you understand that?”

“Yes, Master,” Aclysia stated, gasping when John’s other hand travelled down from her neck, arrived at her right tit and twisted the pink nipple until it hurt, only enough to make her next exhale a pained moan.

“Say it,” he demanded, the hand moving further down.

“When it comes to your lust, I am not just a servant,” she caved immediately, her green eyes locked with his, “I am your perverted maid, Master, your sex slave. I am sorry, I will not question your orders aga- aaah.” His fingers travelled over her already wet cunt and interrupted her surrender with a moan.

This was already all he had wanted to hear though, so he simply shoved Aclysia onto the bed. “On your back,” he commanded again when she landed on the soft mattress, bouncing once before quickly moving into position, lying parallel to her equally sized twin.

John took the bottle of oil and climbed onto the resting place after them. While he was absolutely ready to just fuck them senseless on the spot, his bouncing cock was testament to that, he wanted to indulge in their bodies for a little while first.

“Since you’ve been such a good girl,” John now spoke in a much friendlier tone, as he got on top of Beatrice, “I’ll start with you.”

“Appreciated, my master,” Beatrice said with the remainders of neutrality melting as John graciously poured oil onto her lower body, stomach and legs. He wanted to be thorough, starting down at her feet, making sure he covered every little bit of her. The anticipation, her desire, must have been at a greatly deprived peak, as even the short touches to the sensitive areas between her toes caused Beatrice to quietly writhe.

He didn’t dwell there for too long. Neither on the shins, which he oiled up until they glistened. Once he was done there, however, he got to caress her thighs, which was much more pleasing. The smooth, soft flesh (well, silicone) was the centre of his world for a little bit. The only thing distracting him was her glistening slit, the bare cunt untouched by oil, only wet with its own juices.

To force himself to look elsewhere, before his determination wavered and he just started fucking her, he moved on. Her flat stomach was a work of art. Literally, in this case, as Beatrice had to consciously form it. Although it was rubber and metal, it felt absolutely genuine under his hands, the pale skin stretching over only barely visible, but perfectly tangible, faux-muscles. An even better imitation, not in terms of quality but feeling, was the next part, however.

Beatrice’s breasts were a cup size larger than Aclysia’s. A decent C and, as such, plenty to play with as John’s hands rolled over the squishy things. It was wonderful to see the depressions his fingers caused and the way they jiggled back into form once his oily palms had made the meticulously clean spheres all shiny. He poured some extra oil in her cleavage and spread it with well-seasoned motions. Although the maids were the primary massagers in the group, John still had plenty of experience in the field. Through Nimble Hands, he also gained a considerable amount of intuition and a pleasure modifier for this area of activity.

All of which culminated whenever he focused his efforts on her erect nipples. Beatrice's sweet little moans kissed his ears in all their beauty. Her voice, so much like Aclysia’s, was almost indiscernible in those moments. It was a voice he loved, whoever it belonged to, so serene and collected in the usual moments, but now high-pitched and indulgent.

His hands moved up and to the sides, covering the rest of her in oil. Up to her neck and her arms, they were quickly done. Only one spot remained and John’s fingers travelled there with torturous slowness. Once between her legs again, he used yet more of the cool oil directly on her exposed pussy. Beatrice whimpered, then gasped, then moaned out loud, as her master gently spread the slippery liquid.

Slightly, her hips rose off the cloth, clearly yearning for even more intimate touches by John. Something that, with equal regret and glee, he denied her. “Just a massage, for now,” he told her, flicking her clit, leaving her with a sharp gasp before moving on to Aclysia to repeat the little game.

His method was the same, although less patient. With every passing moment, every bit of their bodies he touched, more of his willpower was chipped away by his Libido. That and he was in a bit of a punishing mood regarding Aclysia, and her distress at being left without attention for so long, only for what she received to be conceivably less, was an emotional abuse that tickled John’s sadism in just the right way.

“Turn around,” he commanded once he was done, sitting between the two of them. As if he was the line by which they were mirrored, they obeyed simultaneously and soon lay on their stomachs. At that, John felt himself give to his pressing urges just a little bit.

Two loud slaps filled the air as John’s hands smacked both of the asses at either side of him. Under the impact, they jiggled magnificently, their absolutely equal shape causing a symmetry of lust that was hard to challenge in its perfection. A twin cry followed the echoes, “”Master!”” they both exclaimed in debauched tones, a habit that Beatrice had started and Aclysia had picked up once she saw how much it pleased him.

Precum ran down John’s cock in wild amounts, but it wasn’t time yet. He wanted to give them the worship they deserved. Reining himself in, he raised his hands and then continued his work on both of them, covering them area by area. Aclysia’s arms, then Beatrice’s, Beatrice’s lower legs, then Aclysia’s, back and forth like that until he had covered all decent areas, leaving him only with their thighs and butts untouched on this side.

John worked on them in order, starting with Beatrice.

There was so much more to work with at the back of their legs. From the knees upwards, her legs quickly thickened. John needed both hands to properly cover the entire, soft width of the passive maid’s still thighs. He worked all the way up to the crease between legs and butt, his index finger slipping in there. For a moment, he remained still, only moving his hands a little bit to create some relaxing pressure, basking in the heat she was radiating. Hearing her panting, her every lustful breath.

They only grew louder when he got done with her second thigh and moved on his most favourite part of the female physique. Skirting the edges of the bubble butt, John first circled the luscious meat and then moved down from the top. Unsatisfied with the amount of glistening the pale skin showed afterwards, John picked up the bottle of oil again.

Once he had squirted a good amount of the clear fluid onto her backside. He greedily went back to work. With motions that were just as well described as groping as they were as massage, he spread it all equally. The phenomenon he had so loved with her tits earlier, seeing the pushed down sensual meat take its firm shape again, was amplified with her big ass.

Spending way more time than he needed on that part of the body, John felt his own pulse rise to an excited drum. When he spread her cheeks to oil up her sphincter, he had her moan his name, but that was just the cherry on top. The true glory was what happened in front of his eyes, under his hands.

He loved every second of it. The way the softness spilled between his fingers when he grabbed, the smoothness sliding under his every motion, the visual perfection of the flawless skin, they were a mere fraction of the reasons why he was so firmly an ass man. The best part of it all was that, when he finished with Beatrice with another slap that caused her to cry “Master!” yet again, he got to do it all over again.

Although he had just done it, with a body almost exactly the same, he couldn’t help but enjoy it. That feeling as the hardness of her ‘bones’ was drowned out by more and more softness along the rise of her thighs. The breaths, growing from quiet to audible panting, as the green-eyed maid followed him with her depraved gaze, marvelling at what little she could see while obediently remaining still.

Again, he circled around the stunningly sensual display of the orbs of flesh. Again he needed more oil. Again, he played with her behind far longer than he needed to. Before he knew it, his hand was raised high and smacked down with such intensity that Aclysia’s back curved from pain and pleasure. “M-aaah-assster!” she screamed in erotic torment, her pretty pink pussy gushing between her lightly parted legs.

With every part of their bodies glistening in the golden light of the room’s dampened lamps and the jiggle of his heavy impact still shaking through Aclysia’s backside, John’s lust finally took complete control. Rather than just put his cock inside her, even the perverted side of the Gamer decided to be a bit more creative. Mostly because he imagined any further delay would turn the two of them into absolutely dick-craving perverts.

“Now it is your turn,” he said and laid down on his back, hands folded behind his head and his cock erectly standing. Through the haze of their lust, the two maids needed a moment to process that request. Then Aclysia quickly had her hand on the bottle and Beatrice was grinding against him the moment oil hit his body. When a proper amount of the slippery liquid had been put on him, the Artificial Guardian joined in that motion.

Of course, they weren’t going to just use their hands. That was for proper, relaxing massages. This was a scene of pure debauchery, and as such, only full-body grinding of their slippery bodies against their master would do. It was reminiscent, in many ways, of the time he first had fucked Beatrice. Then, too, they had been all slathered up in oil and rubbed on him, gasping with every little touch of their pussy lips against his hairless legs.

For a few moments, John thought they wouldn’t touch his dick at all. It was surprising, a moment of revenge perhaps, as untypical of them as that seemed. However, it became apparent, the moment they had covered everything else of his aesthetically muscular body, that they had simply found a silent agreement. As one, they changed positions, sitting up and turning around, pressing their butts together with John’s cock at the centre.

The Gamer had not known he wanted something so bad before receiving it before.

Squished between the four half-orbs of desire, John immediately gasped. He had stepped from the promised land of massive maid fuckfests into the heaven of servicing buttjobs. They moved in wonderful harmony, Aclysia leading and Beatrice following the movement intuitively.

Although he couldn’t wait to be properly inside them, this feeling, and the view even more than that, of being between the two kneeling maids as they shook and rose in service to him, was simply too good to interrupt. As such, he simply let them proceed and enjoyed himself.

The slippery skin provided little in the way of friction, causing John’s pleasure to only rise slowly. To make up for this, the two maids soon alternated their unified ass-shaking to several different rhythms. Moving against one another, one reaching the top while the other was at the bottom. Grinding forwards and backwards, their hips following a circle. Quicker, faster, whatever they could do to increase their master’s delight.

It worked like a charm. To the loving gaze of the two, John was pushed to the point of no return. “I am cumming!” he announced, the two girls accelerating on the final sprint, and then cum blasted from John’s iron hard cock. It landed all over the girls, particularly the first few spurts, tainting part of their hair and upper back. Most of what followed soon decorated their oiled-up asses, however, white, cloudy liquid running down the shining curves.

John grunted with satisfaction, white light dancing at the edge of his vision, as he saw this defilement of their bodies by his seed. It only proved to increase his pleasure, a few more spurts of cum adding to the sinfully sexy view.

“Alright,” he grinned when he had calmed down. With one orgasm done, he could think clearer again. “Let’s clean this up again and go take a shower. Don’t want to invite Jane into an oily bed later.”