"Are you awake?"

I saw a redheaded girl in a black maid costume bending over me. Long slim legs in stockings could be seen under short dress.

I blinked at that and moaned because of the ache in my nape. I was lying on a plain bed in a little room, illuminated by a soft sunset.

My neck was squeezed by a leather collar. The collar was rather a symbol of a slave, than restricting measure due to its thin shape.

"I was told to put you in order and take you to the mistress."

She didn't trouble herself with waiting for a response and started to take the clothes off me and putting them aside. She did it with a steady hand, as if she had done it multiply times before.

I was startled at audacity and, having pulled myself together, pushed her away.

She clearly didn't expect it. The girl hit the wall and by that moment all the clothes i had on me were just pants.

She regained her balance and licked off the red drop of blood that was soaking from her broken lip. I noticed that her hair wasn't red as it seemed at the first glance. It was scarlet. She had scarlet hair, bright red lips and snow white jade skin. All of it sharply contrasted with her black uniform.

She casually straightened the folds on her skirt, and slight smile appeared on her face.

"That's... Quite unusual for a man. Interesting..."

She headed my way. I got up and braced myself, preparing to act as soon as she makes her move. I didn't want to be violent with such a beautiful woman, but taking their attitude into consideration, I had no other choice.

But for the time being... She just came hither to me.

Admittedly, her gait had a charm and a grace in it. It wasn't like that of a model on podium, but more like one of a talanted seductress.

I got a lump in my throat.

Her eyes slowly looked over me as if she was estimating me.

Her gaze fixed on my chest and the girl snorted.

Suddenly, she opened her mouth and broke the silence.

"You need to wash yourself. The bath is over there."

She pointed at the door in the corner of the room.

Then she glanced at my crotch.

I had a boner. It got hard just after I saw how gracefully she walks. Her slim legs were breathtaking.

"You got aroused so fast... As a maid.... I should probably serve you..."

Putting a smile on her face, she slowly bent down and put her hand in my pants.

Thin fingers gripped my dick. Her hand was soft and warm.

She used her other hand to take off my underpants and bowed down on both knees in front of my crotch.

I was watching her putting her hair behind her back and reaching my penis with her lips.

She licked it a few times with a tip of her tongue... I didn't expect a deep throat, which came afterwards!

I almost came from such a surprise...

She looked at me from below with her big black eyes, which could be seen underneath red bangs.

Holding my dick in her throat for some time, she released it from her voluptuos captivity.

She licked her sweet puffy lips and quietly said, panting:

"You have... A big one. Bigger than the others..."

She gripped the stem with two hands, took my glans in her mouth and started sucking, while stroking the dick with her palm.

She clearly knew what she was doing.

She choked on my dick once again. I couldn't hold it and thrusted it deeper while seizing the maid's head with my both hands. No longer enduring the pleasure, I came.

Mhmph!

My sperm was running out of her nose... She tried to break free, but I never let her go and started pouring more semen inside of her.

It seemed like she started to suffocate, as her face turned red and the tears could be seen flowing down her cheeks.

She started coughing.

She didn't stop until I let her go. A white liqud was running from her nose and mouth, mixing with tears and falling on her black, ironed uniform.

"You are... A despicable man! Filthy slave! How dare you?!" — She was histerical. It seemed to be a brand new experience to her.

She even tried to hit me, but i caught her hand and did an arm bar forcing her to turn to me with her back. I was angry! I don't think there is a lot of people who would like hearing such harsh insults!

Her plumpy ass touched my hips and rubbed me with each move, and it aroused me even more.

The smell of her hair and body... Her complaints, which could probably be heard even on the street...

I was buffled and horny.

I used my free hand to touch her body, stopping at the breast. It was hard to feel it through the clothes, but i guess it was a C size.

You... Bastard!

I didn't listen to her and dragged the girl to bed. Then I bent her over and made her ass touch me.

Having torn her stockings, I lifted a skirt and shoved my dick inside, ignoring everything she was trying to say against it.

"You were the one who started it, so now I will rape you!" I roared.

She started wriggling and crying even more, but I cut short her attempts to get free. I only continued moving my hips.

Soon she started moaning, and her futile attempts to resist me only helped me to move my hips in a better rhythm.

But she didn't stop her insults:

"Son of a biiiiitch... Ahhhh... Go to hell... How dare, ah, you... Bastard..."

It sounded quite funny, as her voice started to become really high-pitched.

"You are... a lewd beast.. If you don't stooooooop... Aaaaaaaaaaah."

Her body started shaking, and her knees were getting weak... She stretched and collapsed on the bed, taking me with her.

I fell on top of her, squeezing her by my body, while my penis was still inside of her contracting vagina. My hips pressed against her butt.

"Aaaaah, I'm cumming....

She literaly screeched those words.

Her body was hot under my pressure and it was convulsing from the orgasm she's just experienced.

I couldn't resist myself and didn't pull out, resulting in me cumming inside of her hot and tight vagina.

"Aaaaah! W-what's that hot liquid inside of me...! D-did you just came inside of me?!"

She squeaked that while stuttering, but I didn't hear her, as pleasure blurred my senses, and I was feeling high.

Panting, I rolled to the sheets, while rolling over on my back.

I could feel a deep breath beside of me... She seemed to have fainted.

Catching my breath, I braised myself and got up, heading to the bathroom. I intended to wash away our juices and put my thoughts in order.