Sighing, I looked in the mirror. It was time to visit the Housekeeper Madame Patricia. The old crotchety woman had quite the lust for one particular thing. I tightened the shining oiled leather bodice, another notch hitching my breath. The tight knee high leather boots laced closed and snug. My leather undergarments were already trapping the heat more so than any cotton would. I pulled my hair in a tight bun that made my face look a shade more severe.
I reached over and grabbed my bag of goodies. The various things I would need to satiate the old bird heavy in the satchel. I double checked everything and tucked it all away. I pulled a robe over my get up. If I was seen in public like this no doubt word would spread fast. A few inches taller thanks to the heels in the boots I stepped out of the Garden.
Making my way through the streets I found the area for the middle class. For those that lived just barely inside their means. I fixed my domino mask on my face as I looked at the house of my ‘client’. It was late into the night and I knew she would be faking her being asleep. As her heart thundered in her chest.
Finding the key under the special rock I unlocked the back door to her home entering into her kitchen. I replaced the key and locked the door behind me. I settled into the small dining room attached to the kitchen. I was only guided by the moonlight as I removed the first of my toys.
I stalked up the stairs. Trying to make myself as quiet as I could despite the heels. Unfortunately the boards of the old house creaked as I entered the second story where the one bedroom was. The old widow even had left her husband's slippers out by the bedroom door. Rolling my shoulders I opened the door very slowly and looked into the moonlit room. The bed was by the only windows. The shutters open just enough to let in a breeze. There she was. Lying down on her stomach. Her breath was quick.
Like a ghost I walked over to her and held the gag like a garrote. The various leather straps I had to hog tie the old biddy tried to my waist. Like a mugger in the night, the burglar she lusted after I leapt upon her back. In her startled jump I shoved the gag in her mouth and pulled it tight. Shoving it to the back of her mouth. In one fluid movement I strapped it closed and shoved her face into the pillows.
“Listen here bitch,” I shoved myself down pinning Patricia fully as she bucked and fought. I listened for the snapping of her fingers to see if she wanted to stop but nothing came. I ran a tongue along her ear and grabbed the braid her hair was in. Forcing her to crane her neck painfully as I wrapped a hand around her throat. “I’m going to use you. I’m going to chew you up and spit you out. You’ll be a sack of pussy pounded flesh when I’m done with you. Then, I’m going to take everything else from you.”
She moaned throatily as I squeezed her throat just tight enough to make breathing difficult. Patricia was grinding her ass into my hips. Her face was bright red in the moonlight. Her eyes wide and thirsty.
Roughly I grabbed her hands, fighting to pin them in place as she fought. With a snap and tie I had her wrists bound and forced them higher on her body. Tying them to her braid with another strap of leather so they were cranked into a barely painful manner. Her fighting lessoned as she dry humped her bed.
Flipping her over I made her stare up at me as I seized her button gown and tore it open savagely. Spilling out her massive breasts. They spilled to the side as I reached down and took her nipples in my fingers and pulled. She moaned and quivered as I twisted. The masochistic old bitch enjoying every moment. “If it isn’t a little whore? Look at you. I can practically smell how wet your pussy is.” I slapped her, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to shove her face to the side.
I tore the rest of her gown open and caught he ankle when she went to kick me. The movement slow and telegraph. I shoved myself between her legs. Pinning one down with my weight while the other was held against my shoulder with an arm. I slapped her pussy. The sound of my leather glove slapping flesh sent a shudder up her body as I shoved two fingers inside her and started to ram them hard and vigorously to my knuckle. She bucked and fought as I kept her in my control until the first of her orgasms wracked her body, her girl cum dripping down my knuckles as her muffled screams from cumming so hard filled the room.
“Look at you, this pussy is so wet I could drown in it.” I slapped her pussy hard eliciting a stifled yelp as her engorged clit peaked from its hood. I circled and rubbed it as she squirmed. I gave her three more breaths before I tied her feet together in the weakness of her first orgasm.
Gripping her by the hair and arms I threw her off the bed roughly to the floor. I stepped against the side of her face and ground my foot against her cheek. “Are you that much of a slut?”
“MMMMM!” She called out.
“Yeah, look at you. So wet it’s dripping onto the floor. I’m going to use you so much. Now wait here.” I retrieved my bag and slammed it next to Patricia. Pulling out the thickest longest dildo I packed. It had artificial veins and a thick bulbous head. A nice handle in place to grip onto it.
Hauling her to her knees I gripped her face and rubbed the fake cock across her cheek. “You feel this? I’m going to shove it so far up your ass you’ll piss yourself. I’m going to fuck that ass of yours until you cum over and over. And when you’re good and ruined I’m going to make you lick it clean.”
She shook her head as she looked at me. Her eyes glittering with lust as she drooled around the gag. I rubbed the cock on the slobber and frowned. “It’s going to be dry like this. I have an idea.”
I snapped the gag out of place, she gasped, “Wa-” I shoved the cock down her throat. I knew from before the bitch had no gag reflex as I shoved it to the balls. Her head tilted back enough to make it slide. I throat fucked her with the dildo as her eyes rolled back. Her desperate gasp each time the cock was far enough out of her mouth she could breathe. I kept up the brutal pace, punishing her lips until she shuddered and started to pass out. I ripped the cock out of her mouth and threw he back to the ground gasping. Hauling her hips I pinned her into an ass out kneel and spat on her puckered rosebud.
“Please,” She gasped, “I’m not ready.”
“Too bad,” She hadn’t snapped her fingers so I shoved the cock against her asshole. Her body parted like it ached for the thick rod. Her pussy gushed as the girth of the dildo opened her up. The sounds from her throat were pure bliss as inch by painstaking inch the slobber covered dildo from her throat slop made its way inside her.
Seating it to the hilt, I pulled back just as slowly, making Patricia groan. Halfway out I shoved with all my might, making the balls of the cock slap against her gooch. Another spray of mindless lust as I left it that deep.
“Look at you, taking such a vulgar thing without a care.” I pushed two fingers inside her now much tighter pussy and rubbed the back wall where I could feel the girth of the dildo.
“Oh fuck!” She murmured as I took care of her pussy with one hand and reached the other to grasp the dildo.
With alternating pumps I fucked her pussy and ass, with finger and dildo. She came quickly and hard, her whole body shuddering as she cried out in bliss. Shoving it back to the hilt I clamped my pussy juice covered hand on her mouth and shoved my slick fingers onto her tongue. “Taste that? That’s how much your pussy wants this. Say you want it. Say you want me to destroy you.”
“Destroy me,” She begged around my fingers. Her tongue licked and suckled on my fingers as I continued to fuck her ass. Her eyes rolled in the darkness as a dam burst inside her with yet another orgasm that caused her to squirt all over the floor.
“Mmmm, look at that.” I hauled her face into the new puddle and stepped on her cheek. “Lick it up slut. Lick up what you made.”
Patricia lapped at it as I stepped on her. I could see the dildo in her ass quiver as her body flexed to listen to me. I stood over her imperiously as she played the good little bitch. I grabbed the paddle, its heft giving me something tangible in my hands.
Beating her across the ass cheeks drove the dildo deep as I punished her. “You filthy dirty slut. You need to be put in your place!” I spanked her until her ass was bright red and she had burst once more. The back to back orgasms must have been getting too much because I heard her finger snap once. A request to pause.
I rolled her gently onto her side as she breathed. Her chest rose and fell as her entire body was flush nearly tomato red. “You’re going to be my good little slut aren’t you?” She nodded looking excited.
Shoving my leather thong to the side I knelt over her face. One hand shoving her face into my pussy while the other supported my weight over her. “Lick or I piss on your face.”
She lapped like a dog after scraps she began to lick. It was the clumsiest I’d ever had someone be with my pussy. The tight smooth skin on my mons ground into her nose as I started to hump her face to help myself along. I shoved her down with my weight and pinned her head against the floor as she continued to lick like her life depended on it as I aggressively started to fuck her face with my pussy. Rubbing on her tongue in a way that at least incorporated my clit into the action.
The pressure started to build in my core. “Yeah, that's a good little slut. Lick that pussy. Lick it like it is the only thing that is going to save you.” I kept pressing down until her face was getting red, waiting for the permission to breathe when I lifted enough to let her. I pulled back, fingering my tight hard clit as she gasped. I kept myself riding on that orgasm and after two gulps of air I went back to grinding on her face. “Fuck, I’m almost there. Lick that pussy you fucking bitch.”
My orgasm was ripped from my core in a burst as I twitched and thrummed. The power over the housekeeper was so intoxicating that I almost forgot to let her breathe again. Pulling away she gasped and looked at me, “Fuck me more mistress.”
“Beg me,” I stood and stepped on her chest. “Beg me like the whore you are.”
“Please, keep fucking my ass. Fucking destroy me mistress.”
With a shove I put her on her side, grabbed her hair in one hand and went back to ruining her.
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I stood over the woman. Patricia was a puddle of relaxed muscle as I untied her and pulled the dildo from her ass. I wiped it clean and threw the rag in her face. “There you go bitch. You’ve earned my mercy for being such a good little slut.” Kneeling, I grabbed her by the face, pinching her lips closed. “You will pray to me. Pray that I come back and use you again. Pray for a night where you can lose yourself. Fucked in a way your worthless husband could never have done. To satisfy you like you’ll never know otherwise.” I spat on her face, “Now who am I?”
“My mistress,” She mumbled.
“Good. I’ll see you at work,” I shoved her face, grabbed my things and left her as a puddle in her own sweat and girl cum.
I slipped out the backdoor, locked it behind me and looked at the rising sun. My body was weary from a night of fun. I’d gotten my own couple of orgasms when she had needed breaks. I doubt she would be walking straight for days. She had enough time to recover though. But I was back to work in the castle tomorrow.
“Now if only I could do that to a princess.”