Sir Knight slammed the book shut, his cock already hard and straining against his leather breeches. The latest filthy tale had him throbbing, the words about a knight bending a serving wench over a table and pounding her cunt raw still burning in his head. He couldn't get enough smut. Every night it was the same. He needed it. He craved the dirty details, the way they described wet pussies and thick cocks stretching tight holes.
He stood up from his chair in the castle library and adjusted his bulge. "Fuck, I need to get off," he muttered. The door creaked open and in walked Mara, the new maid with the big tits and round ass that jiggled when she walked. She was carrying a tray of wine. Perfect.
"Put that down," Sir Knight growled. His voice was rough. Mara looked up, eyes wide, but she set the tray on the table. "You've been reading again, haven't you, sir?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew his secret. Everyone in the keep whispered about Sir Knight the smut addict.
He didn't answer with words. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, bending her over the heavy oak table just like in the book. Her skirt flipped up easy. No underclothes. Her bare ass cheeks spread for him, pussy already glistening. "Look at that wet cunt," he said, voice low and direct. He slapped one cheek hard, watching it redden. Mara moaned and pushed back.
Sir Knight yanked his breeches open. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking precum. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over the shaft. "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut in my book," he told her. No slow tease. He lined up and shoved inside in one thrust. Her pussy gripped him tight, hot and slick. "Goddamn, that's good," he grunted. He started pounding right away, hips slamming against her ass with loud smacks.
Mara cried out, fingers clawing the table. "Harder, sir. Fuck me like you read about." He did. He grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back while his cock drilled deep. Every stroke made wet sounds fill the room. He reached under and pinched her clit. "You like that dirty cock, don't you? Tell me how much you want my load."
"Yes, fill my cunt," she gasped. Sir Knight kept going, relentless. Sweat dripped down his chest. He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny. He drove back in, watching his shaft disappear into her. One hand squeezed her tit, thumb rubbing the nipple. The other held her throat just firm enough.
He fucked her through two orgasms, her walls clenching and squirting a little around his cock each time. "That's it, come on my dick," he ordered. When he felt his balls tighten, he pulled out and stroked fast. Thick ropes of cum shot across her stomach and tits. Some landed on her face. Mara licked her lips and smiled up at him.
But Sir Knight wasn't done. The smut addict in him wanted more. He hauled her to the floor on her knees. "Clean it," he said, pushing his half-hard cock against her mouth. She opened up and sucked him deep, tongue working the underside. He grew hard again quick, fucking her face while she gagged and drooled. Spit ran down her chin onto her messy tits.
He bent her over the chair next. This time he spread her ass and pressed his cock against her tighter hole. "Ever been fucked in the ass after a cunt pounding?" he asked. She nodded, pushing back. He worked in slow at first, then slammed home once she relaxed. Her ass was even tighter. He reached around and fingered her pussy while he thrust. Two fingers, then three, feeling his own cum still leaking out of her.
They went at it for what felt like hours. Positions changed fast. Her riding him on the floor, tits bouncing. Him taking her from behind again, pulling her hair. Doggy style on the rug with her face pressed down.
Every time she came, she begged for more. Sir Knight talked dirty the whole way through. "Take every inch. Your holes are mine tonight. Gonna fill this ass too."
When he finally came the second time, it was deep in her ass. He stayed buried until he softened, then pulled out and watched his cum drip from her. Mara collapsed with a satisfied sigh. Sir Knight wiped his cock on her thigh and tucked it away.
He picked up the book again, already flipping pages. "Next time I'll read you the part about the stable boy and the duchess," he said. Mara laughed, still catching her breath. "You're addicted, sir."
"Damn right," he replied, already half-hard again at the thought. The night was young, and the smut never stopped.
