The morning sun filtered through the heavy silk curtains of my master bedroom in the Tuscan villa, casting golden stripes across the king-sized bed. The air was warm, laced with the faint scent of lavender from the sheets and the deeper, muskier aroma of bodies entangled in passion.
I was already buried deep inside her when consciousness fully returned—my cock thick and throbbing, enveloped in tight, wet heat that clenched around me with every slow thrust.
She was beneath me, back arched off the bed, legs spread wide around my hips, her uniform skirt bunched up around her waist. The black maid's dress—crisp white apron still tied, though askew from our urgency—clung to her sweat-damp skin, buttons undone down the front to reveal full, heavy breasts heaving with each breath. Dark nipples stood hard and erect, begging for my mouth again.
Her hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white, soft whimpers escaping her lips as I drove in deeper, the swollen head of my cock pressing against that spot inside her that made her entire body tremble and her walls flutter wildly.
I groaned low, gripping her thighs harder, spreading them further apart to sink even more—feeling her stretch around my girth, her juices coating every inch, dripping down to soak the expensive furs beneath us.
The wet sounds of our joining filled the room—slick, obscene slaps as I pulled back almost all the way out, her pussy lips clinging desperately to my shaft, reluctant to let go, then slammed forward hard, deep, bottoming out with a force that made her cry out and her breasts bounce wildly.
She was soaked—hot arousal flooding around me, making every thrust smoother, faster, the friction perfect.
Her body yielded completely—tight walls rippling, pulling me in like she was made for this, for me.
I set a deliberate rhythm—slow withdrawals that left only the tip inside, teasing her entrance until she whined and pushed her hips up begging for more, then powerful drives that filled her completely, my balls slapping against her ass with each impact.
Her moans grew louder, breathy pleas in broken Italian—words I didn't need to understand to know their meaning.
More.
Harder.
Deeper.
I obliged, hands sliding up her sweat-slick thighs to cup her breasts—full, soft mounds overflowing my palms, nipples hard peaks scraping my skin.
I pinched them roughly, rolled them between fingers, tugged just enough to make her arch higher, pushing her chest into my touch, her pussy clenching tighter in response, juices flowing freer, soaking my balls.
I leaned down, mouth capturing one nipple—sucking hard, tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing the sensitive bud until she bucked beneath me, nails raking down my back, leaving hot trails.
The bed creaked under us, headboard tapping the wall in steady rhythm with my thrusts—slow building to fast, punishing.
Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down between her breasts, pooling in her navel.
I lapped it up, tasting salt and her essence, tongue tracing from nipple to collarbone.
My cock throbbed inside her—every vein pulsing against her rippling walls, the heat building, pressure mounting.
She was close—I felt it in the way her thighs trembled around my hips, her breath hitched in sharp gasps, her pussy fluttered wildly like it was trying to pull me deeper.
I sped up—thrusts shorter, faster, grinding the base against her clit with each drive, my pubic bone rubbing her swollen nub.
She shattered—body convulsing hard, walls clamping down like a hot, wet vice, milking my shaft as she came with a muffled scream into my shoulder, teeth biting down to stifle the sound.
Juices gushed around my cock—hot, slick flood soaking us both, dripping down her ass to the furs.
I didn't stop—fucked her through it, prolonging the waves, feeling her spasm again and again until she whimpered, oversensitive, body shaking.
Then I pulled out slow—cock slick and shining with her arousal, strings of her juices connecting us.
She lay panting, eyes glazed with aftershocks, legs still spread wide, pussy swollen and gaping slightly, leaking our mixed fluids.
But I wasn't done.
Far from it.
I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was on knees and elbows, ass presented high.
Her skirt flipped over her back completely now, apron strings tangled.
I spread her cheeks wide, admiring the view—pussy swollen and dripping, tight ring above winking untouched.
She pushed back instinctively, moaning low, wanting more.
I pressed the head against her entrance again—sliding in easy now, her wetness welcoming, coating me anew.
From this angle, I went deeper—cock hitting new spots inside, stretching her differently.
She moaned into the pillow, hands fisting sheets, ass pushing back to meet me.
I gripped her hips bruisingly, pulling her onto me with every thrust—hard, possessive, the slap of skin loud in the room.
Her ass rippled with each impact, breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the furs.
I reached around, fingers finding her clit again—circling roughly, rubbing in time with my deep drives.
She came again fast—body shaking violently, pussy squirting lightly onto the furs and my thighs, walls spasming around my length.
The sensation—hot liquid coating my balls, her clenching—pushed me closer, but I held back.
Pulled out, flipped her onto her side.
One leg lifted high over my shoulder, opening her fully—pussy exposed, glistening.
I slid back in—slow, deep strokes from the side, feeling her walls grip from a new angle.
Her breasts jiggled with each push, one nipple brushing my chest.
I sucked the other deep, hand on her ass, finger teasing the tight ring—circling, pressing lightly.
She gasped, pushing against the intrusion, eyes wide but dark with need.
Virgin there—untouched, tight.
The thought made me thrust harder, finger pressing in to the first knuckle.
She came a third time—walls spasming wildly, body arching, crying out my name.
I felt my release building—balls tightening, pressure unbearable.
Pulled out, flipped her to face me fully.
Straddled her chest—cock sliding between her full breasts.
She pressed them together instinctively, enveloping me in soft, hot flesh.
I thrust—fucking the valley of her tits, tip hitting her chin with each stroke.
She licked it each time—tongue swirling pre-cum, tasting us.
Then opened her mouth—taking the head, sucking hard as I thrust.
I came—hard, thick ropes shooting into her mouth, over lips, chin, breasts.
She swallowed greedily, moaning, licking the rest clean from her skin.
We collapsed, panting, bodies tangled.
She curled against me, uniform completely disheveled, body marked with sweat, bites, my seed.
"My lord..." she whispered, voice hoarse. "The other staff will wonder where I am..."
I smirked, hand cupping her ass possessively.
Let them wonder.
This was my house.
My rules.
My women.
Even the maids who came to clean my bed ended up dirtying the sheets with me.
The memory faded as I woke in the cave, dawn light on stone.
Hard again.
The tribe waited below.
And I knew exactly how to claim them—one by one.