Lust System: Harem Of Beautiful Women

Watching this beautiful mature woman, so skillfully and without the slightest resistance, take his cock into her mouth, Luis couldn't help but feel a wave of pride and satisfaction rise within him.

Hela licked with an entranced expression, emitting lewd sucking sounds.

Luis glanced at the surveillance feed and asked with a laugh, "Little bitch, I didn't know your home had cameras. Looks like you know who I am?"

"No… the box blocked your face."

Hela mumbled indistinctly.

"Then, do you want to know who I am?"

Luis continued to ask mockingly.

Hela paused slightly for a moment. Her small hand gripped the cock and stroked it. Her tongue slid down to lick and kiss Luis's balls as she let out muffled, indistinct moans:

"Of course I want to know… but I'm also afraid to know!!!"

"Afraid??!"

Luis asked, a bit curious. Then he patted her, signaling her to stop. In one motion, he scooped up this completely naked, mature body in a princess carry and headed toward the bedroom.

Hela trembled slightly and said, "Yes, I am terrified that once I learn who you truly are, I won't know how to face you. I might degrade myself until I lose my mind."

She continued, voice low and thoughtful, "I've given it some thought as well. You probably aren't affiliated with the hospital."

"None of the people I am acquainted with possess a physique like yours, nor do they have a voice like yours."

"You seem quite young, but I don't interact with many young individuals. Most importantly, your voice feels entirely unfamiliar to me..."

She was a composed and analytical woman, a true powerhouse in her field. As she spoke, a thread of anxiety wove through her tone. "At this moment, I find myself hoping even more that you are a complete stranger."

"Or perhaps, it would be better if I never discovered your identity at all. Maintaining our current... arrangement might be for the best..."

This residential community was newly developed. She hadn't lived there long, and she was essentially separated from Darlan, so Hela had personally overseen the design and decoration of this bedroom.

It was minimalist to the extreme, perfectly reflecting her style—she was that kind of efficient, driven workaholic. The bedroom bore no trace of Darlan's presence or habits.

The bed, however, was large and luxurious, matching the other high-end furnishings in the room.

After placing Hela on the bed, she proactively shifted, taking his cock back into her mouth, resuming her skilled suction and rhythmic movements.

The alcohol from the evening promised greater stamina, but it did nothing to dull the keen edge of pleasure. He reveled in her increasingly adept oral technique, which had grown remarkably proficient.

Mature women possessed a natural aptitude for such things, an instinctive understanding. It was evident she had even done some research, as her skills had advanced rapidly, bringing Luis a distinctly heightened level of satisfaction.

"Lick my asshole..."

At the coarse command, Hela hesitated only for a heartbeat before obediently turning over on the bed.

She parted the firm muscles of his buttocks, extended her delicate tongue, and began, with clumsy yet determined effort, to service him with a technique...

Her soft tongue was wet and warm, tracing the sensitive folds of his anus, delivering a sensation that was both tantalizingly itchy and profoundly pleasurable.

The area was highly sensitive, sparking intense waves of gratification, but for the man, it was the thrill of conquest that dominated.

Much like taking a woman from behind, this act fell outside the realm of conventional intimacy. It was a testament to their physical and psychological surrender, a pleasure he could claim only because he had subjugated her.

Hela was a woman of formidable pride, an independent powerhouse, a relentless workaholic in her professional life.

Rumor had it her relationship with her husband was deeply strained, marked by constant arguments, precisely because she was so strong-willed. Her attitude toward men often bordered on contempt.

Highly educated, a genuinely self-sufficient woman, she had once regarded Luis with nothing but dismissive glances, not even deigning to waste cutting words on him.

Furthermore, she was Daniel's biological mother. That fact alone, her very identity, layered his perception of her with a profoundly wicked allure.

"Good... you're improving. Working your tongue in deeper feels incredible..."

"As expected of a formidable woman... intelligent and a quick study. You've clearly applied yourself diligently..."

Such praise was laced with humiliation and depravity, utterly trampling upon her dignity as a wife and a mother, violating the traditional values ingrained in her very bones.

Seeing Hela panting softly, remaining silent—partly due to the awkward exertion of her first attempt, and partly, he was sure, from sheer mortification—only stoked the flames of Luis's corrupt delight.

His wicked sense of gratification swelled, and he pressed further, his tone taunting:

"That feels amazing... you lick ass so well. Did you practice on your husband before, or perhaps some other lover?"

"Bullshit..."

Her inherent pride flared instantly. "Don't act coy after getting your way," she retorted sharply. "As if I would ever deign to service Darlan..."

"Let alone this... I wouldn't even give him a blowjob..."

"Hah, so this is the little bitch's first time licking ass, then."

"It is my first time. What of it? If you're not satisfied with my technique, I'll simply stop."

"Hah, I believe you, of course."

Luis let out a lecherous chuckle, his hand already cupping the full curve of her buttock, his fingers lightly tracing the rim of her tender rosebud.

Hela shuddered violently, but she courageously resisted the instinct to pull away. Instead, she gritted her teeth, seemingly swallowing her indignation, and lowered her head to continue her task in stubborn silence.

The training was not merely about physical compliance; it was the subtle shift in her attitude he savored, the psychological yielding that offered a deeper, more complete satisfaction.

Her earlier docility, for instance, stemmed from more than just the intense pleasure she'd experienced previously.

Firstly, it was an undeniable fact that Luis held damaging leverage over her. Secondly, she needed something from him—those crucial documents to defeat her professional rivals and secure a victory at this pivotal crossroads in her life. That obedience wasn't entirely genuine; a residue of defiance still simmered beneath.

Her sudden flash of temper just now was far more revealing of her true nature, and that only amplified Luis's sense of triumph.

Because this signified genuine progress in their dynamic. She was no longer merely play-acting, deceiving herself. Within this carnal exchange, a thread of raw, honest interaction had begun.

"You're doing wonderfully. Now, it's Master's turn to let you enjoy yourself..."

With that, Luis sat up and pushed her onto her back. Hela complied, lying down and immediately spreading her legs apart without prompting.

Gazing at her lush, glistening sex, Luis mocked, "The little bitch is dripping wet. So eager to get fucked, are you?"

"What else would you expect..."

Hela panted, her voice husky. "I've thought it over later. No matter who you are, you bastard, in your eyes, this older woman still holds significant value."

"There's no point in being coy about it... I won't spoil your fun. To be perfectly honest, I am... secretly rather thrilled by it."

"I won't waste breath on sentimental drivel with you. You probably wouldn't believe it anyway..."

This gradual willingness to voice her inner thoughts marked another step forward in the conditioning process, a development Luis deeply desired.

Conditioning wasn't about brutal abuse or forced remodeling. It was the slow, deliberate process of guiding her toward submission, of fostering a psychological acceptance that would eventually feel natural, inevitable.

"Darling, wait just a moment. I brought quite a selection of delightful toys."

"We'll start with the less conventional ones, save the straightforward fucking for later. I promise you'll enjoy them all."

Luis gave a salacious laugh as he retrieved the case he'd brought. Hela lay completely naked on the bed, her heartbeat accelerating wildly with each faint rustle from the box.

What could it be?

Such a large case. What else did this vile man have planned for her?

Would he simply enter her now... or would he take her from behind? That would surely hurt.

Should she tell him the Vaseline was right there in the bedside drawer... that it was the most hygienic lubricant? Would he just thrust in without it?