The Busty Maids at Home Endlessly Inflame My Sexual Desire

Chapter 1: The Women Who Always Wear That Outfit

When I inherited this old mansion, I also inherited the three maids who came with it.

The head maid is Marie, thirty-four, blonde, with a pair of breasts that are at least an I-cup—so large they nearly burst the buttons of her maid uniform. She always keeps the neckline especially low, and soft flesh sways noticeably with every step she takes.

The second maid is Anna, twenty-eight, black-haired, quiet by nature, yet she prefers to wear a maid outfit that is clearly one size too small. The fabric tightly constricts her chest, creating a cleavage deep enough to fit an entire finger.

The youngest is Lily, twenty-two, pink-haired, and the best at acting spoiled. Her maid skirt is so short it barely covers her butt. When she bends over you can always see the white panties underneath—sometimes she even goes without any.

From morning to night they circle around me.

In the morning Marie walks into the study carrying coffee, deliberately bringing her breasts right in front of my eyes: “Young master, the coffee is hot~ Want Marie to feed it to you?”

While cleaning, Anna “accidentally” drops her cleaning cloth by my feet, then slowly bends down to pick it up, letting those tightly bound huge breasts nearly spill out.

Lily is the most direct. She will sit straight down on my lap while I’m on the sofa, grind her soft butt left and right, and say in a voice sweet enough to rot teeth: “Young master’s thing is all hard again… Want Lily to help rub it?”

Every day I tell myself to endure.

But they never give me a real chance to cool down.

Chapter 2: The Bathroom Shift System

What truly pushed me close to collapse was when they started implementing “bathroom shifts.”

One night after I finished showering and walked out wearing only a towel, Marie was already leaning against the doorframe waiting for me. She had completely unbuttoned the top of her maid uniform, those heavy breasts fully exposed to the air, nipples slightly stiff from the coolness.

“Young master, your towel fell off.”

She walked over, directly yanked my towel away, then sandwiched my already half-hard cock between those soft breasts and slowly rubbed up and down.

“Do Marie’s tits… feel good?”

Before I could answer, Anna hugged me from behind, both hands reaching around to knead my chest while pressing her own equally full breasts against my back.

“Young master looks tired today,” she said softly. “Let us help you relax.”

Lily dropped straight to her knees, took my cock together with Marie’s breast flesh into her mouth, and licked it wet and hot.

The three of them surrounded me right there at the bathroom doorway. Marie used her breasts, Anna used her hands and chest to rub against my body, and Lily handled the mouth and tongue. I came quickly, semen splattering across Marie’s cleavage and chin.

She only smiled, licked it off, and then said:

“This is just the beginning, young master. Tonight it’s Anna’s turn to take care of you while you sleep.”

Chapter 3: No Peace Night After Night

From that day on, I almost never had a single peaceful night of sleep.

When it was Anna’s turn to “sleep with me,” she would strip completely naked, crawl into my covers, bury my face in those soft huge breasts, then clamp her thighs around my waist and slowly grind.

“Young master can cum inside… Anna is on birth control anyway.”

Lily preferred “morning service.” I often got woken up half-asleep by her mouth around me. By the time I was fully awake she had already licked me to full hardness, then straddled me herself, moving while saying in a spoiled tone:

“Young master’s thing is so big… Lily’s little hole is going to be stretched broken… but it feels so good…”

Marie was the most excessive. She would start inflaming me even during the day.

One time while I was reading in the living room, she knelt straight under the coffee table, unzipped my pants, took that thing into her mouth, and sucked while looking up at me with those big eyes. People could walk by at any moment, yet she didn’t care at all.

“Young master, hold in your voice… If we get caught, Marie will be punished~”

I gripped the sofa armrest and eventually still came in her mouth. She swallowed everything, then stood up as if nothing had happened, straightened her maid uniform, and continued sweeping.

Chapter 4: A Daily Life Completely Surrounded

By now I had almost given up resisting.

When I woke up in the morning, someone would wake me with their mouth.
During lunch, someone would stimulate me under the table with feet or hands.
During afternoon rest, someone would directly press their breasts against me, letting me suck and knead.
At night, the three of them would take turns—or all come at once.

They seemed to treat “keeping the young master’s sexual desire constantly high” as part of their job.

One night the three of them pinned me to the bed. Marie sat on my face and made me lick her; Anna sat on my waist and took me all the way in; Lily stayed at the side rubbing her breasts against my arm while playing with her own nipples.

“How many times does young master need to cum today to be satisfied?” Marie looked down at me, laughter in her voice.

Anna moved up and down while panting, “At least… five times. Otherwise tomorrow you’ll be unable to hold back and get horny outside.”

Lily sweetly added, “If young master doesn’t cum enough, tomorrow we’ll wear even more revealing clothes when we go out~ and let other people see how blessed young master is.”

I could no longer form a complete refusal.

I could only let them push me toward climax again and again until my body was completely emptied and I couldn’t even move my fingers.

And they still wore those maid uniforms, now somewhat wrinkled from sweat and semen, leaning against me in satisfaction, as if they had completed the most important work of the day.

Chapter 5: An Endless Cycle

I once thought about firing them, or at least setting some rules.

But whenever that idea formed, they would interrupt my reason with even more intense methods.

Marie would bury my entire face in those huge breasts until I was short of oxygen.
Anna would suddenly stop right when I was about to cum, lightly biting the tip with her entrance and forbidding me to release.
Lily would cry and say “Does young master not like Lily anymore,” then squeeze me even tighter and hotter.

In the end I always compromised.

Now I can no longer tell whether I am enjoying this or being forced to sink deeper.

Every morning when I wake up, I see the kiss marks on my neck, the bite marks on my chest, and the finger marks on my waist in the mirror. Then I walk to the living room, where three smiling faces and three pairs of heavy breasts that sway gently with every breath are already waiting for me.

“Young master, please take care of us again today.”

They say it in unison.

And I can only nod.

Because I know—

This endless campaign of sexual arousal launched by the busty maids will never end.