Her manservant.

Thomas paused in his vacuuming. There were truly strange sounds coming from upstairs. Normally he tried not to listen; Sarah was nothing if not a cruel mistress. He'd originally taken this job to make money for college, but then she got some footage of him relieving his sexual tension with a semi-conscious co-ed and now he'd been here five years. He shut off the vacuum and listened. Well, somebody was enjoying herself; of course later the old bat would demand that he clean up something disgusting. He shuddered when he thought of a woman old enough to be his mother screwing something. It was probably the dead milksop she called a husband; Thomas wouldn't put it past her to screw a corpse.

He finished the vacuuming, made sure there was no dust residue on the windows, and finally rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. When he could stall no longer he headed upstairs to Sarah's room. His passkey opened the door, but that signal sent a clear message. She wanted some privacy; "her and me both," he thought as he opened the door.

"What the fuck?" he said as he looked at the strange girl on the bed. She was fresh eighteen, voluptuous, and ****. She was totally nude, lying with her legs spread and a swath of cum-soaked sheets started just below her pussy. A magnificent crystal dong was lying on her chest, slightly cloudy up its length from the dried fluids on it.

Thomas didn't think twice, or even once for that matter. He quickly dropped his tailored pants and boxers; the rest could wait. He tested her pussy with a finger. She was damp and a little sticky, but that was good enough. His erect cock wanted attention, and it wanted it now.

Sarah woke on the first thrust. Something had banged her pussy so hard that her tits jumped. As she was trying to get her mental bearings another hard thrust slammed her cunt. She was blinking and trying to focus when the third one hit. It was exactly what she wanted in sex: forceful, demanding, and aimed at her.

And then she saw his face.

"Thomas, what the fuck are you doing!?" she shouted.

"You!"

He grabbed her breasts and started kneading hard. She didn't know whether to scream from her hot vagina or her painful tits; she tried to push Thomas away, but was still too uncoordinated from drowsiness.

"Stop it this instant!"

"How about this instant!"

Sarah felt his load of cum go off inside her, filling her with a new sensation of warmth. It was pleasant enough, but no orgasm. She may have been somewhat satisfied, but now she was mad. He gave her a few more thrusts, then pulled out with a 'shlup' as he was going flaccid.

"How dare you!?"

"Me? How dare you? If the bitch that owns this place caught you on her bed, she'd do a lot more than fuck your body!"

"Huh?! What are you talking about, Thomas? I am the bitch that owns this place."

"Pull the other one, it's got bells on. Sarah is old enough to be your mother and mean enough to eat a little twat like you for breakfast."