âOur liege will take her tea in her chambers today.â Alone in the kitchen, the young maid is surprised to hear his voice behind her. The man moves quietly for his size. She turns to look up at the bodyguard. All she can manage is a weak nod of acknowledgement. His eyes bore into the nervous lady.
The maid quivers as his hands reach out towards her. He grips her tie. One hand gently holds the knot, tightening it up close to her neck. âEnsure that your dress is proper. Etiquette is discipline.â She whimpers and nods as he adjusts her clothes. Passing through the kitchen, he continues his rounds. Droplets of water fall from the kettle.
âBesides, that makes it even more interesting to me.â The princessâs voice. Pushing the large doors closed with her round bum, the maid brings a tray of tea and biscuits. âMy advice is to go slow. Warm up to it with time.â Her bodyguard counsels. âYou always advise caution.â She chirps back. âAnd you love to rush, princess.â
The servant girl nervously pours the tea, praying that she doesnât overhear anything she shouldnât. âIâm not as fragile as I look.â The princess eyes the bent over maid as she talks. âBelieve me, I know that better than anyone. But I wouldnât be fulfilling my oath if I was careless with you.â She takes the teacup from the trembling girl. A sip. The conversation lingers as the maid waits to be dismissed.
âShow me. Just so I can get an idea of what it would be like.â The noblewoman takes another casual sip. âOn her.â Confused, the maid looks between the two figures. One large, the other small, both intimidating. The bodyguard sighs and steps over to the maid. Gripping her tie for the second time that day, he pulls up the hem of her uniform. The girlâs bare ass exposed, she panics and tries to push away.
Men his own size canât escape his hold. The young maid has no chance. He drops her to the ground in one smooth movement, catching her just before she strikes the floor. On her knees, he holds the scruff of her neck. Her panties are pulled down. The bodyguard opens his belt, spits on his hand, and smears the tip of his cock. The servant squirms helplessly.
âEasy, little one. Itâll be over soon.â The man whispers in her ear as he pushes his cock against her hole. She bites her lip and whimpers. The tip slips upwards as her eyes widen. His huge hand covers her mouth. A muffled scream as he forces his cock into her ass.
Slowly, he starts to rock his hips back and forth. The maid shakes and smacks the marble floor with her palm. She lets out a faint sob as he removes his hand from her face. Posturing upright, he spits again, letting it run where her open asshole and his cock meet. The bodyguard thrusts into the tight girl, working a bit more in each time.
âYouâre being too nice.â The princess dips a biscuit into her tea. The order is implied. Grabbing onto the girlâs shoulders, the man starts to pound her ass. Horrified and overwhelmed, the maid covers her own mouth. âIs she tight? Does she feel good?â The regal woman teases. He grumbles, methodically breaking in the servant. âYes, princess. Sheâs good.â
âI want to see. Bring her closer.â The bodyguard drags the girl across the smooth floor. Picking her up, he turns to face the noblewoman. He pulls open her shirt, revealing her tits. The tie is held like a leash. Her legs are pulled wide open. The princess smiles and sips her tea as she watches the giant fuck the maidâs tiny asshole. A single droplet falls from her pussy as the man bounces her bum on his dick.
The maidâs legs give out. He holds onto her hips. Hanging from his hands, bent over at the waist, he ruthlessly uses her ass. A few savage grunts join the sounds of fucking as he cums inside her. The bodyguard exhales and gently lowers her to the floor. When his cock pops out, a stream of his cum runs from her hole and splatters onto the floor.
Crumpled on the ground, she hyperventilates. The princess takes the last sip of her tea and places it on the tray. âVery good. Youâre dismissed, maid.â She gestures at the dishes. âJust clean up before you go.â The girlâs head hangs low as she struggles to stand. More cum runs down her leg. She reaches out to take the cups.
âArenât you forgetting something?â A wicked smile. âI said clean up.â The princess points at the mess on the marble floor. The bodyguard looms over her. Not lifting her head, the maid takes a cloth and kneels on the ground. She wipes away the cum. Searching the white marble, she finds another puddle between her legs. A droplet falls and splashes. She wipes that away, too.
âFix your uniform.â The man orders. âEtiquette, remember?â Dazed, the girl looks down at her body. Panties hanging off her thighs, dress pulled up above her hips, shirt open and breasts out. A tear stains her blouse as she fixes her disheveled clothes. âThat didnât seem so bad. If the help can do it, Iâm sure I could.â The couple watches her as she corrects herself. She feels their eyes.
âThis one liked it. Usually, a girl would fight back more.â The maid curtsies and grabs the tray, desperate to leave. Her blood freezes as the bodyguard steps forward again. She canât bring herself to look at him. His hands hold her tie and tighten the knot against her throat. âShe did well. Good discipline. I like that.â
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