Lucian stood up with his hard c*ck inside of her a*shole, while she was being suspended in mid-air, her feet dangling.
“Stay still, or I’ll make sure you can’t walk for the rest of your life,” the old maid wanted to scream but he whispered, silencing her, and continued pounding her.
Lucian had no mercy for her. He thrust in and out of her tight hole, his hips slapping against her fleshy buttocks, his hands gripping her soft thighs tightly.
The old maid had her hands clamped over her mouth, stifling her moans as Lucian f*cked her, her face beet red with shame.
Her cries only seemed to spur Lucian on, as he slammed into her harder and faster, while bringing her to the edge of climax.
He could feel his c*ck twitching inside her, ready to explode, but he held back, wanting to prolong the pleasure as much as he could.
Lucian smirked, his nails grabbing her soft thighs and digging into her skin.
The old maid couldn’t take it anymore. She was close to the brink of ecstasy, her body wracked with pleasure.
Lucian could feel her walls clenching around him, and he knew she was close.
He slowly started walking while still holding her up, his c*ck sliding in and out of her tight a*s.
The old maid was barely able to form words, her eyes rolling back into her head, her lips parted as she gasped for air.
Stopping in front of the closed door, Lucian held her still, his c*ck buried deep inside her.
“Can you hear me? Are you there?” The voice outside asked again.
She gasped sharply, realizing with a jolt what Lucian intended, the urgency of the situation only heightened by his relentless thrusts.
Each movement pushed her closer to the brink, and the need to remain silent intensified the pressure.
The old maid nodded, her face flushed and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She struggled to keep her composure, her voice trembling under Lucian’s constant thrusting into and out of her narrow hole.
“Y-Yes. I’m here. W-What do you need?” she managed to stutter.
“We have a problem with the food for the dinner tonight. The cooks are asking for your help,” the voice said.
“O-Ohh~” the maid moaned, her eyes rolling back as Lucian drove into her deeper.
“I’ll be rr-ight there… Just a minute…” she gasped, her hands gripping the door for support.
“Are you ok? You sound strange.”
“I’m fine… Mmmhhh…. I just have a c-cold,” the maid said, trying to keep her voice steady.
But Lucian wasn’t going to let her off that easily. He continued to thrust in and out of her tight hole, his balls slapping against her soft flesh.
Pah~ Pah~
The head maid tried her best to hide her moans, but it was getting harder and harder as Lucian pounded her relentlessly.
“You can come with me if you want. I can show you the problem,” the voice outside said.
Holding her both thighs tightly with one hand while letting go of the other, he reached down to pinch her clit.
Ahhhhhhh~
The old maid cried out, her legs giving way as she slumped forward, her hands slamming onto the door.
“Madam, are you ok? You sound strange.” The voice outside said again.
“I-I’m f-fine… just, um, h-having a little trouble with my b-back,” the head maid stuttered, her voice trembling. “C-can you tell me w-what’s the problem?” she managed to ask, barely holding her composure together.
Her thighs squeezed together so tightly that the pressure made her insides feel incredibly constricted, driving Lucian to the brink of climaxing inside her.
At this point, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to keep pounding her. She was so close to reaching her climax.
But Lucian suddenly pulled out his throbbing c*ck, making her groan with frustration.
“You don’t want me to stop yet, do you?” Lucian smirked, teasing her with his glistening red tip.
“No, please… Put it back in..!!”
“Beg for it.”
“I’m begging you, Your Highness. Please put your fat c*ck back in.”
“Where?”
“In my a*shole where your Father had not entered!”
“Good girl.”
“Uhhh….”
Lucian pushed back into her tight a*s in one motion, relishing the feeling of her walls clenching around him.
The female voice outside was asking questions about the dinner menu, while the old maid was struggling to answer them while being fucked in the a*s by Lucian.
The female voice was getting suspicious about the old maid’s behavior, asking her questions about her well-being, and even offering help if needed.
Lucian couldn’t care less about the conversation, as he was busy pumping in and out of the head maid’s tight a*shole.
He could feel his balls tightening as he neared his climax, his c*ck pulsing inside her a*shole, while his other hand reached down to rub her clit. His nails instead of pain were bringing intence pleasure to her.
The head maid was losing control, her moans growing louder as Lucian pumped her faster and faster.
She couldn’t take it anymore, her body wracked with pleasure, her orgasm overpowering her.
But the female voice outside wasn’t leaving, still asking questions about her well-being.
The head maid couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn’t concentrate on the pleasure because of the fear of being caught.
She told the female voice to come back later, and telling Lucian to be still, to wait for her to leave.
Lucian looked at her with a mischievous grin.
He had only been rubbing her clit up until now, when he suddenly inserted four fingers into her c*nt hole and began finger-f*cking her p*ssy like a bull.
“No.. No… I’m not prepared.. Ahhh~” the head maid’s voice trembled, but her protests were swallowed by her own breathless moans.
Lucian’s lips curled into a predatory grin as his long nails teased the sensitive spot deep within her, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Her hands, weak with desire, failed to push him away as his left arm secured her in place, her feet barely touching the ground.
His right hand skillfully explored her trembling body, fingers expertly tracing circles around her clit, sending shivers down her spine.
Squelch~ Squelch~
The friction because of her tightly pressed thighs made the sensations inside of her p*ssy even more unbearable, a mix of pain and pleasure she couldn’t resist.
Her hips, moving with a will of their own, began to buck against him, drawing him deeper with every motion. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, drowning out her feeble attempts to protest.
Outside the door, a voice called out with concern, “Madam, is everything really alright?”, panic surged through the head maid, her breath catching as she fought to maintain control.
“Scram! Now!” she barked, her voice sharp and commanding despite her trembling form. The urgency in her tone left no room for argument, and she prayed it masked the quiver of pleasure threading through her words.
“I… I’m fine -just… a cough!” she added, forcing an explanation through gritted teeth, her body betraying her as Lucian continued his relentless assault.
Lucian’s grin widened as he felt her resolve crumble. With a low, guttural growl, he increased his pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, forcing her closer to the edge.
The intensity of the moment, the risk of being caught, only fueled the flames between them.
The head maid’s moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch, helpless against the tide of pleasure overtaking her.
With a final, guttural roar, Lucian thrust deeply, his body tensing as he spilled his hot seeds into her most forbidden depths.
The warmth of his release spread through her, an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that made her shudder violently.
The head maid’s body responded in kind, a powerful wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her insides clenched tightly around him, milking every drop as she let out a desperate, wanton cry.
Her legs quivered uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back in her head while her tongue hung out, her entire body twitching with the overwhelming sensations.
She lost all control, her bladder releasing in a sudden, uncontrollable stream, soaking her and Lucian as she collapsed against him, utterly spent and overwhelmed.