The Allure of Lilia

"Bloody hell, look at her go," Allen gasped, his gaze fixated on the maid as Lilia bobbed her head up and down, her long hair swaying back and forth with the motion. "She's really into it, isn't she?

"I suppose," Alma murmured, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of the maid's lips wrapped around her brother's cock. "Although I'm not sure I'd call it 'into it.' More like 'obsessed' might be a better word. She's practically devouring you."

"Yeah, well, I can't say I mind," Allen chuckled, reaching down to stroke the maid's silky hair. "I'd be a fool to complain about a beautiful woman worshipping my cock."

"You have a point there," Alma conceded, her eyes following the movements of Lilia's tongue as she licked and lapped at Allen's throbbing shaft. "But is it really necessary for her to be so... so slutty about it?"

Allen shrugged. "Hey, it's not like I'm forcing her to do it. She's the one who volunteered, remember? She said she wanted to 'please her master.' I'm just lucky enough to be that master."

Alma rolled her eyes. "Well, aren't you a lucky boy, then? Getting to have a slutty maid serve your every whim. Must be nice."

"Damn right it is," Allen smirked. "But honestly, the way she's going at it, I'm not sure if I'll last much longer."

As if on cue, Lilia pulled her mouth away from his cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva and precum. She looked up at him with a playful smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"That's fine, Master?" Lilia said, her voice thick with desire. "You don't have to hold back. I'm ready for it. Cum in my mouth. Flood my mouth with your seed."

"Just remember that you asked for this," he warned her as he grabbed two handfuls of her -blond hair. He kept his grip close to her scalp so that he wouldn't hurt her as bad when he pulled on her hair.

The tip of his cock prodded Lilia's lips, and she opened them dutifully. The second his cock started to enter her mouth, Lilia was already going to work. Her tongue danced around his cock in a tight spiral for as long as she could before he hit the back of her throat. Then, she was stuck to only snaking her tongue along the underside of his shaft, but Allen didn't really mind. The real treat was what was about to happen.

Allen pushed forward again, and Lilia's throat allowed him access. He let out a contented sigh as he slid his cock as far down as it could go, leaving a noticeable bulge in her neck. Her nose was pressed right up against his neatly-trimmed pubic hair, and she was staring up at him with nothing but confidence and lust. She was showing him that she had no problem at all deepthroating every inch of his thick cock.

Allen stayed right there just to see how long she could hold the position, but after a minute without Lilia showing any signs of breaking, he knew that he was going to have to try harder to assert his dominance.

So, tightening his grip again on her hair, Allen pulled his hips back and then slammed forward again.

"Ngh! Gagk!"

There was an audible gagging sound as his cock plunged right back into Lilia's throat, but it was more for show than an actual gag on her part. Her eyes did widen slightly at the force with which Allen facefucked her, but her body was more than equipped to handle his cock making a mess out of her.

His hips kept pushing forward just short of actually colliding with her face, but his balls smacked noisily off of her chin each time he did so. Lilia tried to mumble out a reply, but Allen's cock filling her throat made it impossible for any of her words to make it out.

Saliva started to drip out of Lilia's mouth. No matter how tightly she wrapped her lips around his thick cock, it was impossible to maintain a perfect seal when he was fucking her mouth like this. She gurgled around his cock, helping even more saliva to drip out down onto her chin, where it promptly started to drip down onto her perky breasts.

Allen couldn't believe how she hadn't broken yet. Lilia really were incredible. She was taking his cock like a champ, and she just seemed to want more of it.

"Fuck, you look so hot right now, Lilia," Allen growled. "Servicing me like the slut you are. Your throat is mine. It's all mine."

Allen commented as he stopped thrusting his hips. Instead, he changed up the pace by pulling on Lilia's hair to force her mouth down onto his cock. He bounced her head back and forth while he stayed in place, enjoying the pleasure of her tongue and tight throat keeping his cock nice and hard.

She grabbed the edge of the table, trying to keep herself steady, her tits jiggling wildly as I rammed my cock into her. I was relentless, plunging my thick shaft deep into her mouth and throat, not giving her a moment to breathe. I could feel the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, and she gagged and sputtered as I drove my shaft deeper and deeper until my balls were slapping against her chin.

It was face-fucking at its finest! More importantly, it was between a beautiful maid and a filthy bastard like myself.

I continued fucking Lilia's throat for about five or six minutes. Her mouth was filled with mucus and saliva, and it was dripping out of her mouth.

We locked our gaze the entire time. Her eyes were watering and her face was beet red, but she didn't pull away. In fact, if anything, her gaze only grew more intense. It was as if she was determined to show me just how much she could take.

My thrusts were now slower and less deep, but they were harder. Each thrust sent her body shaking and her tits bouncing. I was getting closer. My balls were starting to tense up, and the base of my shaft was pulsating.

"You fucking slut. I'm going to cum soon. You ready for it, you fucking slut?"

She looked up at me and nodded. Her eyes were bright with desire, and I could see her chest heaving with excitement.

"Then get ready," I grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair. "Because I'm about to give you the biggest fucking load you've ever had."

With a low growl, I gave one final thrust, burying my cock as deep into her throat as it would go. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat and then slide past, burying itself in her gullet.

And then I let loose, unleashing a torrent of hot, thick cum straight down her throat.

"GLURRRKKK!!"

Lilia's gagged. Two ropes of cum shot out of her nostrils simultaneously. She closed her eyes and shouted in pain, but all that came out was more gagging and choking. Then another rope came out of her right nostril.

Now she was slapping the table in pain, but I kept my penis in her throat until her slaps faded.

I wasn't even sure if she could breathe anymore.

But I didn't care. I was too focused on the intense pleasure I was feeling and the sight of the beautiful maid's body shaking uncontrollably under the force of my ejaculation.

"Aaahh, that's it. Swallow it all down, you dirty fucking slut."

I let out a low groan of pleasure as I felt the last of my cum shoot down her throat. Then, finally, After some time, the orgasm died down. I let out a loud sigh of satisfaction and began pulling out my cock from her throat due to all the mucus, saliva, and cum. It felt like my penis was glued in her mouth.

Nonetheless, I pulled it out slowly; Lilia's mouth remained open. Her entire mouth was filled with white gunk. I rested my penis touching my maid's forehead; her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. We stayed like this for about half a mile.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lilia emerged from beneath the table, her hair slightly disheveled and her clothing askew. She took her seat once more, a smug smile playing at the corners of her mouth. And as Allen looked down, he noticed that there was cum dribbling down her chin, dripping onto the front of her blouse, staining it dark with his seed. The sight of it sent a fresh surge of lust through him, making his cock twitch, ready for more.

"Allen," Alma hissed, her voice barely audible, her face beet red with embarrassment. "Put your cock away, for gods sake!"" She glanced around the table, around the dining room, her gaze searching for any sign of a servant or guard who might have seen the salacious display. 

But Allen wasn't listening; he couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own racing heart, couldn't see anything but Lilia's cum-stained lips, and couldn't think of anything but the way she had taken him, the way she had swallowed every last drop of him.

It was only when a pair of cold, clumsy hands wrapped around his still-throbbing member, trying desperately to tuck it away, that Allen was finally brought back to reality. He looked down and found Alma staring up at him, her face flushed with embarrassment, her hands trembling slightly as she worked his cock back into his trousers. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, so out of her element, so utterly flustered.

But the task proved far easier said than done—Alma struggled to force his cock back into his trousers, her hands too small and too clumsy to handle his sheer size, and Allen was far too eager to feel her hands on him. He watched her, amused, as she fumbled and fiddled, her brow furrowed in concentration.

I could help her, he thought, smirking at the thought. I could make this so much easier for her. But where's the fun in that?

And so, after a moment's contemplation, after letting Allen's clumsy fingers wander all over his cock in desperation, he reached down, taking hold of his still-throbbing cock, guiding it back into his trousers with practiced ease.

Alma gasped aloud as his hands brushed against hers, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. She pulled away, leaving Allen to finish the job himself, her breathing ragged, her hands trembling from the experience.