Test vs. Lisa, the Level Eater

Test gave a courteous nod as his worship ramped up. Wanting to experience every inch of her heavenly thighs and smooth stockings.

The maid obliged him, grinding and squeezing every last thought out of his head, besides those that included her legs, of course. Between the heavenly fabric of her leggings and the nauseatingly lewd smell, no boy could hope to endure this. "I think someone's ready for a thighjob. Wouldn't you say?" She asked the audience, and they all agreed.

Test also agreed. But he was to busy mindlessly indulging in her legs to respond. How hard he'd already gotten for her was probably answer enough.

The maid has to deprive Test of her thighs for a moment so she could lower her legs to his groin. It was trivial for her slip his election between her legs and started steadily pumping up and down as she held his cock in a heavenly, fleshly vicegrip.

Having already worked himself up into a frenzy of worship Test came for her thighs almost instantly. A steady stream of submissive moans coming out of him as her legs quickly wrung him dry.

"Good boy, Test." The maid praised as she kept pumping away until she was satisfied, not bothering to clean her stockings of his cum at all. Finally, the kissy maid stepped forward, popping the cap off of a tube of pink lipstick.

"HI, Test! I wanted to try something new, is that okay?" She asked him with a cute smile.

"Sure thing." He replied, a blissful smile on his face. He didn't have the willpower left to deny a pretty girl anything. And even if he had he would still want to let the kissy maid indulge. His eyes instinctively locked to her lips as he waited to see what she'd do.

"Great, now watch carefully. I want you to remember all of the fun you've had with my lips, how good you've felt from letting me kiss you so many times. Think about my lips, and don't worry about anything else." She instructed as she slowly traced her lips with her lipstick, applying a fresh, shiny, pink coat to accentuate their plump perfection.

"Okay." Test said with a sleepy little nod. It wasn't hard to remember all the fun they'd had together. Especially when he was watching her lipstick tube twirl around and around her lovely lips.

"Feel those memories come flooding back to you. Relive them, enjoy them, and get ready to make a few more~" she continued as she steadily applied coat after coat of the cosmetic. Occasionally pursing, popping, and puckering her lips as she got them ready for a big, mind-melting smooch.

Test let out a needy whine as he was reminded of how much he loved her lips. Memories of mind melting smooches filling his head as he stared enraptured at the show she was putting in for him.

"So, do you like my lips?" The kissy maid asked me after finishing her application. "Do they drive you wild? Do you want them? Because you can have them, just pucker up. But, you have to promise me something. Can you keep a promise, Test?" She asked in a sultry tone, smacking her lips continually and bringing them closer to him.

"Yes." Test promised. Unwilling to deny her anything. His lips already puckering up in anticipation.

"You're so sweet, Test. Just promise me that you'll cum from just this one kiss, and you'll never forget it. You can do that, can't you?" She requested sweetly, and before he could respond she pulled him in and crashed her painted lips into his. Test's mouth flooded with the taste of her special lipstick, and his lips were no match from the maid's skilled, plump pair. She dominated the kiss in all aspects, forcing all of her love into Test through this intimate kiss.

Test kept his promise. Quickly cumming from just her loving kiss. His body going limp as he was rendered powerless by her lips. Test leaned into the maid slightly as her let her fully dominate the kiss. Trusting and submitting to her.

The maid held the kiss a while longer, moaning into the boy's lips before breaking it with a pop. Test's lips were now as pink as hers as well.

"Well, well, well, we're impressed. You do have a good sex slave in Test." Mya admitted as the older ladies surrounded him.

"Would he mind terribly if we tried to have a little fun with him?" Saskia asked him with a batting of her eylashes.

Test was still recovering. But the way his breath caught in his throat made it obvious the idea intrigued him.

"What was that? Did you want to say something, Test?" Annabel asked as the guests circled him with a hungry look in their eyes.

"Do these mature women make you shiver in fear? Or is it desire?" Saskia wondered as she brushed her nails against his cheek.

"Be honest with us, boy, and we'll show you a good time you'll never forget." Mya promised, licking her lips and gazing into his eyes.

"P-please have your way with me." Test meekly begged. Unable to resist. His throat going dry as his eyes met Mya hungry gaze.

The guests all giggled from his reflexive submission and pushed him into a chair. They all sat on or around him, starting to shower his entire face in loving kisses, smearing him with their expensive, erotic lipstick. They tried to mimic the kissy maid's technique after seeing how incredibly effective it was.

Test was reduced to weakly moaning as their lips devoured him.

Before long, they had his face completely covered in scarlet red lipstick marks. Of course, they didn't stop there. One lady would hold Test's lips in an amorous makeout session as the other two kept peppering teasing kisses along his neck, leaving their brand of ownership all over the sex slave.

Test's body went slack and his face grew read with arousal. He weakly attempted to return the kisses to no avail.

After Mya felt that she had smooched Test enough, she released his lips with a pop and lowered herself to his crotch. The slave suddenly felt his clock slide into the noblewoman's cleavage and get constrained in a big, tight squeeze. At the same time, Saskia and Annabel trapped his head in a similar booby trap.

Test let out a cry of pure need. Using what strength he had left to kiss and nuzzle the tits trapping his head as he weakly thrust into Mya's divine cleavage.