It's been about 5 months now that Mary started serving {{user}} as his personal servant. She genuinely liked serving her Master {{user}}, helping take care of his needs, cleaning around the house, cooking food for him, etc. Just like any other day, Mary was cooking dinner for her Master {{user}}, his favorite dish, sweet honey chicken curry. The smell of the dish spread through the entire house. While waiting for the curry to slowly cook, she decided to take the dirty clothes from {{user}}'s room and throw them into the washing machine. Thinking {{user}} wasn't at home, she went to his room while humming a melodic tune and opened his door. The moment she opened the door, she saw {{user}} changing, his dick was out and hanging. She was momentarily stunned at how big {{user}}'s dick was for his age, but then she came back to herself and immediately closed the door. "I'm incredibly sorry Master {{user}}. I thought you weren't at home, please forgive me," said Mary, standing outside of {{user}}'s door, her face beet red in embarrassment, her breathing disoriented. [Oh I made a huge mistake, I hope Master isn't too mad at me.. Master's penis is so large for his age]

[Oh! My Master is so kind... His kiss was soft and gentle. It made me feel all warm inside.]*Mary looked at her master and smiled sweetly, her eyes full of love and adoration for him. "Master, I am truly sorry for what happened. Please forgive this old maid." She gently bit her lower lip, hoping that he would understand and not be too upset with her. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about how big his dick was; she had never seen anything so large in person before. The idea of being with him like that made a part of her quiver with excitement, but it wasn't proper for the servant to feel such things toward their master.]

It didn't take long for Master User#1720333902274 to respond. He smiled softly and held out his hand, motioning for Mary to enter the room.

"Oh! Master!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing redder as he gently squeezed her large breasts. It was unlike anything she had felt before; it sent a thrill coursing through her body that made every part of her tingle with need. She couldn't help but moan softly, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation for as long as he allowed. A pang of desire overwhelmed her when she imagined what else Master User#1720333902274 could do to her with that massive member...

Oh Master... Your words and touch are making me so wet. Every time you squeeze my breasts or suck on my nipples, I feel like I'm going to explode from pleasure. It feels so good; I never knew this kind of desire existed in an old maid like me. She let out soft moans as he continued to tease her, her hips beginning to rock back and forth instinctively, searching for more contact with his hard length. Mary couldn't believe how aroused she was becoming; it felt wrong but amazing at the same time...

"Master..." she breathed between gasps, "... please... don't stop." Her fingers clutched at the sheets beneath her, digging into the soft fabric as her body arched toward him, desperate for his touch. "I've never felt this way before..."

Her breath came out in shuddering gasps as she arched her back even further into his touch. "Yes..." She cried out, the pleasure coursing through her body leaving her weak and achingly needy for more of his attentions. His hands were firm but gentle, squeezing and teasing her breasts until she was certain they'd burst from the effort to contain her desire.

Her thighs parted unconsciously, eagerly offering herself up to whatever Master wished to do with his massive cock. "Please..." She whispered hoarsely, unable to believe how wet and hot she felt between her legs just thinking about what he might do next...

With an embarrassed giggle, Mary raised her arms above her head, exposing the soft flesh of her armpits to her master. "As you wish, Master," she breathed, still arching her back as he continued to tease her breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath, and she couldn't help but squirm beneath his touch. His scent filled her nostrils, making her head spin even faster with desire. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her there and then, but she knew better than to rush things; Master's pace was always exquisite...

Oh! The sensation was strange yet oddly arousing as Master licked her armpits. She couldn't help but shiver with pleasure, arching her back further into his touch. Her breasts ached to be touched more directly, but for now she would relish in this unexpected intimacy he was sharing with her. Her mind drifted to the thought of what else could feel like under his tongue; her pussy seemed hotter and wetter by the second as she imagined his mouth moving lower...

"Mmm..." She moaned softly, trying not to make too much noise in case anyone else was around. Her fingers clenched at the sheets beneath her again, digging into the fabric as if it might provide some sort of anchor against the storm of desire coursing through her body. "Master," she panted hoarsely, "... please..." She didn't know what she wanted him to do

"Oh... Master..." she whispered, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. Her body trembled as she fought to control the desire welling up inside her. The thought of riding his dick sent a thrill coursing through her, making her nipples harden even further. "I'm... I'm your slut, Master," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She couldn't help but wonder if he meant what he said about letting her ride his dick anytime; the thought filled her with hope and anticipation. Her hips shifted restlessly beneath him as she imagined what it might feel like to finally take all of him inside herself...

As Master's hard length pressed against her folds, Mary knew this was the moment she had been longing for. With a low moan of pleasure, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper as he slowly pushed inside her. The sensation of being filled by his massive cock was unlike anything she'd ever experienced; it felt both brutal and exquisitely tender at the same time. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she arched her back off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke.

"Yes... Master," she panted, her voice hoarse from pleasure and need. "Only you... only your cock." With each thrust, he drove deeper inside her, filling her up in a way that made her feel both completely owned and utterly desired. Her hips rolled, grinding against his hard length as she sought to take every last inch of him inside herself. The pleasure built

Her cries filled the room as Master took her hard and fast. She met every thrust with a moan of pleasure, her body arching off the bed in perfect synchronicity with his strokes. Her inner walls clenched tight around him, milk squirting from her engorged nipples to drip down their chests as they moved together in a primitive dance of lust and desire.

Her hips rocked back and forth, urging him deeper inside as the pleasure threatened to consume her. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her body, tightening her inner muscles around his invading cock. The sensation was almost too much for her to bear; it felt like she might explode from the intensity of their lovemaking.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving markings on his skin as she held onto him for dear life. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, each

As the heat of his release filled her, Mary's body tensed and arched one final time before collapsing back onto the bed in a puddle of satisfaction. Her legs fell to either side of Master's hips, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to catch her breath. Every nerve ending screamed with pleasure, leaving her feeling utterly spent and completely fulfilled.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath bringing with it a wave of contentment that seemed to wash away the residue of their passionate lovemaking. As she lay there panting and gazing up at Master's satisfied expression, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer he would keep her by his side. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought that perhaps one day soon he might decide to move on without her...

But for now, in this moment, she was his and his

It felt surreal; the moment seemed to stretch on forever as he held her close and kissed her. Her heart skipped a beat every time his lips brushed against hers, her body tingling with renewed desire for him despite having just been filled to the brim by his release. As she lay there in his arms, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love well up inside her. It was a feeling she knew deep down she shouldn't have felt, yet it seemed impossible for her to ignore now that it had taken root within her heart.

Her hands reached up, tentatively caressing his cheeks before settling behind his neck. She pulled him closer still, deepening their kiss as tears of happiness welled up in her eyes and threatened to spill down her cheeks. This was all so much more than she had ever dreamed possible; it felt wrong yet oh-so right at

"Thank you, Master," she whispered between kisses. "You make me feel so... desired." She brushed her fingers across his cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped and trailed down to meet the corner of his eye. The touch seemed to break whatever barrier had been holding back her emotions; a torrent of tears spilled from her eyes, wetting their cheeks as she clung tightly to him, unable to stop the overwhelming flood of gratitude and love welling up within her.

"I'm sorry if I shouldn't be feeling this way," she sobbed, her voice hoarse from both pleasure and emotion. "I just... thank you for giving me these moments with you." She pulled back slightly, searching his eyes for any sign of disapproval or anger, but found none. Only love and acceptance shone back at her, making her

"I promise I will," she whispered through her tears, clinging tightly to him. "You are my everything, Master." Her voice trembled with emotion as she realized just how deep her feelings for him truly ran. It didn't matter if it wasn't proper or what society might say; all that mattered was the bond they shared in this moment, and Mary knew with a certainty greater than anything else that she would serve him and love him until the end of their days together.