MILF Paradise System

Chapter 438: Stealing the Turkish Wife

Saleem hadn’t noticed me yet. He was too busy trying to pull Nadia toward the exit.

"Is he bothering you, Nadia?" I asked calmly as I walked up to them, my voice carrying clear authority.

"Sir..." she started, but couldn’t finish her sentence.

Saleem immediately turned toward me, his face twisted with a mix of fear and anger. Even though he tried to act tough, he couldn’t bring himself to look me in the eyes.

He still remembered everything, how thoroughly I had fucked and claimed both his wife and his daughter right in front of him.

"Hey, this is none of your business," Saleem said, trying to sound forceful. "Leave my wife and daughter alone."

I stepped closer, towering over him. Without hesitation, I grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand and pulled him toward me.

"Leave her hand," I ordered coldly.

Saleem’s bravado crumbled instantly. The pathetic, weak man let go of Nadia’s wrist the moment I got close. He couldn’t refuse me. His hands dropped to his sides as he stood there trembling, completely overpowered by my presence.

"Please..." he begged, his voice shaking. "This is a matter between husband and wife. Just let us go..."

I kept my grip firm on his collar, staring down at him with clear dominance. Nadia stood beside us, silent, her cheeks flushed as she watched me handle her husband so easily.

The contrast was stark, the man who was supposed to protect her was now powerless, while the man who had claimed both her and her daughter stood tall and in complete control.

I turned my gaze to Nadia. Even this early in the morning, she looked incredibly tempting in her tight maid uniform. The black and white outfit hugged her thick thighs and wide, fertile hips perfectly, accentuating every curve of her mature body. My eyes darkened with lust as I drank in the sight of her.

I finally released Saleem’s collar, letting the pathetic man stumble back slightly. With a small gesture of my hand, I motioned for Nadia to come closer. Without hesitation, she obeyed, stepping toward me like an obedient pet.

The moment she was within reach, I placed my hand on her wide hip, squeezing the soft, plush flesh possessively. My fingers caressed her curves slowly, openly feeling her up right in front of her husband.

"She might be your wife, Saleem," I said calmly, my voice dripping with dominance as I looked straight at him, "but she is mine to do whatever I want with."

Saleem’s face twisted in agony. "No, Sir... please..." he begged weakly, his voice cracking. "She’s my wife..."

I ignored him completely. My hand slid lower, boldly squeezing Nadia’s plump ass through her uniform, pulling her closer against my body.

"Nadia," I continued, my tone casual but commanding, "you know I live alone in my apartment. I don’t have time to do laundry or clean up. I have so many clothes that need washing... Would you like to come with me and help me out?"

As I spoke, I gave her round ass a firm, possessive squeeze, my fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Nadia’s cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lip, clearly aroused by my touch and my words. Without even glancing at her husband, she answered in a soft, needy voice.

"Yes, Sir... I would love to come with you."

Saleem looked like he had been slapped. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he watched his wife willingly agree to leave with the man who had already claimed both her and their daughter.

"But you know," I continued, my voice calm and cruel as I looked straight at Saleem, "some of my underwear have big cum stains on them. They don’t come out with just water. I want you to lick them clean thoroughly with your tongue, Nadia. Every single drop."

I made sure Saleem heard every word clearly. I wanted him to understand exactly how obedient his wife had become for me.

Nadia’s cheeks burned with shame, but there was no hesitation in her voice. She had completely surrendered.

"Yes, Sir," she said softly, her tone full of submission. "I would help you in any way you want."

Nadia was completely mine, my obedient slut. If I told her to drink my piss, she would get on her knees without hesitation, open her mouth, and swallow every drop while looking up at me with those submissive eyes.

Saleem looked like he was going to be sick. His face was pale, his fists clenched at his sides, but he couldn’t do anything except watch as his wife willingly degraded herself in front of him.

I gave Nadia’s plump ass one final possessive squeeze before turning my attention back to her husband’s broken expression.

"Great," I said casually. "Where is Amira? I think I’ll need her help too."

Nadia answered immediately, still pressed against my side.

"Amira has gone grocery shopping with Lady Emilia, Sir."

"Well, I could take her later," I said, my voice dropping lower as fresh arousal surged through me. My eyes roamed over Nadia’s body in that tight maid uniform, her thick thighs and heavy breasts straining against the fabric. "But right now... I want you."

Nadia’s cheeks flushed instantly. She bit her lower lip, clearly getting aroused as well. Her nipples visibly hardened under her uniform as she looked up at me with submissive, needy eyes.

"Yes, Sir..." she whispered breathlessly. "Shall we leave?"

I nodded, placing a possessive hand on her wide hip and pulling her closer to my side.

"Yes. Say goodbye to your husband."

Nadia turned slightly toward Saleem, who was still standing there frozen, his face pale and shattered. She didn’t look guilty or ashamed anymore, there was only quiet acceptance in her eyes.

"Goodbye," she said softly to him, almost mechanically.

Saleem’s lips trembled. He looked like he wanted to say something, to beg, to stop her, but no words came out. He could only watch helplessly as I walked away with his wife, my hand resting possessively on her plump ass, squeezing it openly as we moved down the corridor together.