Under the moonlight, Felipe and his maid enter a lonely park. What begins as a game of submission turns into a scene of humiliation and desire when a homeless man joins in, pushing the maid's limits to the extreme.
Night enveloped the city in a blanket of darkness, interrupted only by the silvery light of the full moon. Felipe, with a smile laden with morbidity, took the hand of his servant, a young woman of serene beauty and slender body, and led her to a secluded park. The solitary and silent place seemed the perfect setting for his darkest desires. The servant, dressed in a simple white dress that clung to her skin with sweat, walked with timid steps, aware of what her master expected of her.
"This is fine," Felipe murmured, stopping in a clearing where moonlight bathed the ground in a ghostly glow. His voice was firm, authoritative, but also charged with an excitement he made no attempt to hide. "Do some squats. I want to see you shine under the moon."
The maid nodded silently, her expression submissive but with a hint of unease. She stood in the center of the clearing and began squatting, her sweaty body reflecting the moonlight. Each movement was fluid, almost hypnotic, and Felipe watched, his eyes shining with desire. His right hand slid to his crotch, beginning to stroke himself slowly while enjoying the spectacle.
Suddenly, a sound interrupted the tranquility of the night. A vagrant, his clothes dirty and his pants sagging, emerged from the shadows. His gaze, cloudy but full of lust, fixed on the servant. Felipe, instead of intervening, smiled knowingly, as if he'd been waiting for that moment. The old man, his erection evident, approached with staggering steps, his breathing ragged.
"How are you, beautiful?" the tramp murmured, his voice husky and thick with desire. Without waiting for a reply, he positioned himself behind the maid and began rubbing himself against her, his bare member pressing against her rear.
The servant stifled a moan, her body tensing with discomfort and humiliation. But Felipe, with a firm voice, reminded her of her place.
"Relax, bitch. This is what you want, isn't it?" he said, his tone thick with mockery and arousal.
The tramp, emboldened by the maid's passivity, sat on her legs, forcing her to her knees. His hot breath moistened her rear as his rough hands slid over her body. With a sharp movement, he pinched her firm breasts, causing her to moan softly. Felipe, increasingly aroused, masturbated more intensely, his gaze fixed on the scene.
"Look how she enjoys it," the tramp said with a dirty laugh, his voice filled with contempt and lust. "She's an obedient little whore."
The servant, her eyes closed, tried to maintain her composure, but her body betrayed her submission. Her nipples hardened under the old man's caresses, and her breathing became more rapid. Felipe, with a wicked smile, moved a little closer, his hand moving rhythmically as he whispered:
—Be a bigger slut, whore. Moan for him. Let him know what you are.
The tramp, encouraged by Felipe's words, roughly spread the maid's legs and rubbed his member against her exposed pussy. She couldn't contain a louder moan, her body responding despite the humiliation. The old man kissed her passionately, his breath reeking of alcohol and tobacco, but she didn't resist. His lips moved against hers, her body molding beneath his hands.
Felipe, now fully aroused, stood behind them, his gaze fixed on the scene as he masturbated furiously.
"Fuck her good, man," he said in a voice thick with perversion. "Make her scream."
The tramp needed no further invitation. With a sudden movement, he pushed her to the ground and placed himself on top of her, his member entering her wet pussy with a satisfied moan. The servant, now completely devoted, moaned loudly, her body moving in time with the old man's thrusts. The full moon illuminated the scene, casting shadows that seemed to dance in time with her moans.
Felipe, his hand still on his member, watched with a mixture of excitement and humiliation. His servant, his property, was being fucked by a stranger, and he couldn't be more aroused.
"You're a perfect whore," he murmured, his voice filled with desire and contempt. "Look how you like being used."
The bodies of the maid and the tramp tensed, their movements becoming more frantic. She moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the night, as he moved with a passion that belied his age. Felipe, on the verge of orgasm, closed his eyes, imagining his semen staining his maid's face, marking her as the slut she was.
But the climax didn't come. The tramp, with a grunt, stopped, his breathing ragged.
"Not so fast, old man," Felipe said with a wicked smile. "This is just the beginning."
The maid, panting and sweating, looked at Felipe with pleading eyes, but he only smiled, his hand still on his member. The night promised more debauchery, and the outcome of this scene hung in the air, as uncertain as it was exciting. What limits would they cross next? The answer remained in the shadows, as mysterious as the moon that watched them.