In a lust-filled garden, the villain watches his servant being brutally used by a stranger. Meanwhile, the hero humiliates his wife, ordering her to perform degrading acts. How far will they go in their pursuit of pleasure and power?
The air in the garden was still thick with the scent of sweat, semen, and the sweet aroma of submission. The villain, reclining in a black leather armchair, watched with half-closed eyes as his fingers moved slowly over his member, already damp with arousal. He couldn't tear his gaze from the scene unfolding before him: his servant, kneeling on the fresh grass, her buttocks exposed and glistening with sweat, while a stranger—a broad-shouldered man with rough hands—held her by the hips with a force that left reddish marks on her skin.
The stranger was in no hurry. With a throaty growl, he parted the maid's thighs further, stretching her firm, round ass until her pussy lips opened like wet petals. His cock, thick and throbbing, was coated in a sticky mixture of dried semen and yellowish urine that glistened in the moonlight. Without warning, he plunged it into her with a brutal thrust. The maid gasped, her nails digging into the grass as her body shook with the impact. But she didn't protest. Instead, she arched her back, offering herself more, as if her only purpose in the world was to be used like this.
"Fuck, you're so tight!" the stranger roared, his hips slamming against the maid's buttocks with a wet, obscene sound. Each thrust made his heavy, full balls slap against her clit, eliciting muffled moans from her. The villain licked his lips, quickening the pace of his hand on his own cock. He loved watching the man stretch his maid's hole with his fingers, opening her like a toy, preparing her to receive every inch of his member with delicious cruelty.
"Do you like it, whore? Do you like being used like a dirty urinal?" The stranger spat on her back, marking her, while with his other hand he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. The servant could only stammer a "yes, master," her voice shaky but full of devotion. The villain moaned, imagining how that cock would feel inside her, how the heat of her pussy would tighten around each swollen vein. His own cock throbbed, drops of pre-cum slipping between his fingers.
The pace grew wilder. The stranger penetrated her as if he wanted to break her, his thrusts so deep that the villain could see his maid's belly bulge slightly with each stroke. Suddenly, the man stopped, pulling out his member only to spit on it and rub his own urine on it as lubricant before plunging back into her, this time aiming for her anus. The maid screamed, but it wasn't a scream of pain, but of pure ecstasy as she felt his cock force its way into her tight little ass, stretching it to the limit.
"God, yes! More!" she begged, her words choked with gasps. The villain couldn't hold back any longer. With a grunt, he came all over his own hand, ropes of thick, white semen splattering across his chest as he continued to watch, mesmerized, as the stranger spanked his servant's ass again and again, his balls slapping against her with a wet, rhythmic sound.
When the man finally reached his climax, he didn't bother pulling out. With a roar, he came inside her, filling her until his semen trickled down her thighs. But it didn't end there. With a wicked grin, he pulled out, letting his still-hard member hit the maid's cheek before he stepped on it with his right foot, sinking his sweaty toes into her open mouth. Without hesitation, she began licking the sole of his foot, her tongue moving devotedly over the rough skin, tasting the sweat and salt, as if it were the most exquisite delicacy.
"Good bitch!" Laughing, the stranger withdrew his foot and adjusted his trousers. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the maid panting, her pussy and ass dripping, and the villain with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Meanwhile, in another part of the mansion, the hero enjoyed his own spectacle. His wife, kneeling before him on the cold marble floor of his study, gazed with teary but excited eyes at the pair of heavy balls hanging in front of her face. They were large, full, and the smell of male sweat filled the air.
"Suck them, bitch," he ordered, gripping her hair tightly. His wife obeyed, but not before making an exaggerated face, as if she were a character from Plants vs. Zombies about to be devoured. Her lips pursed in a comical gesture, her eyes bulging, before she opened her mouth and let her tongue slide over the wrinkled skin of his balls. The hero let out a laugh.
"Fuck, what a stupid face!" But he didn't stop her. Instead, he pushed her head forward, closing her lips around one of his testicles, sucking hard. His wife made a noise of protest, but her hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into the flesh, betraying her arousal. The hero knew that, despite her grimaces, she loved every second of humiliation.
"Ah, yes... that's how I like it," he groaned, relaxing in his chair as his wife worked, alternating between licking and sucking, her lips leaving wet marks on his skin. But it wasn't enough. With a sharp movement, he grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at his cock, now fully erect and dripping.
"Open that big mouth," he ordered. She obeyed immediately, her mouth forming a perfect circle as he guided his cock inside. There was no gentleness. The hero thrust his hips forward, sinking down his wife's throat in one motion. She coughed, her eyes filling with tears, but her hands gripped her hips, urging him on.
"That's it, whore! Swallow it all," he growled, beginning to fuck her mouth with short, quick thrusts, his balls slapping against her chin each time he plunged deep. His wife drooled, saliva trickling down her chin, mixing with her tears, but she didn't stop. Instead, her lips closed around the base of his cock, her cheeks hollowing in as she sucked voraciously, as if her life depended on it.
The hero didn't last long. With a roar, he came, his jets of semen hitting the back of her throat. His wife swallowed, choking slightly, but didn't let go of his cock until he pulled out, leaving a string of cum hanging from her swollen lips.
"Good girl," he said, stroking her hair with an almost tender gesture before grabbing her wrist and lifting her up. "But it doesn't end here. From now on, both of you," he gestured toward the door, where he knew the villain's servant would be waiting, "will cuckold his beloved villain every day. And you will give him details. I want to give the fool a reward for allowing me to have you. We're going to record so his cuckold can masturbate."
His wife nodded, a lascivious smile forming on her lips. "As you command, Master Hero," she whispered, before leaning down to lick the semen still dripping from his cock.
The villain, still recovering from his own orgasm, watched as the hero pulled out his camera, adjusting the focus as the two women settled onto the leather couch, their bodies glistening with sweat and fluids. The maid, her legs spread, let the hero film how another stranger—this time a younger man, with delicate hands but a hungry gaze—knelt between her thighs, hungrily licking her already used pussy, savoring the remnants of his semen.
—Oh yeah! Lick it all over, you'll love the taste of this kinky maid! — encouraged the hero, while his wife, sitting beside him, rubbed her breasts together, pinching her hard nipples as she watched. The villain didn't look away even when the hero looked directly at the camera, winking at him before walking over to his wife and kissing her passionately, their tongues tangling as the stranger began to penetrate the maid with deep, noisy thrusts.
The sex lasted for hours. The women's bodies were marked, reddened, covered in semen and sweat, their moans filling the room as the men used them again and again, changing holes, positions, rhythms, but never intensity. The villain, his cock hard again, masturbated a second time, cumming on his own stomach while recording every detail: the jets of semen splashing his maid's breasts, the stranger grabbing his wife by the hair as he penetrated her from behind, her buttocks bouncing with each thrust.
When it was finally over, the two women lay back on the couch, exhausted but smiling, their gazes knowing as they stroked each other, savoring the semen still coating their lips. The hero and villain met each other's gaze through the camera screen, a silence filled with understanding passing between them.
This was not the end.
It was just the beginning of a love story of trying things outside of common sense.