MILF FTW!

If you plan to hide out here for the next few days, you'd better make sure that you have a firm control of this household. With the Master away, the next most important person in this mansion is Mistress Tarla. With that fat-titted cow fucked into submission, the chances of any resistance from the remaining women is unlikely. The added benefit of course is the chance to get your hands on that splendid ass of hers. With renewed purpose you move down the hallway towards the heavy door at the end of the hall. You never bothered pulling on your ragged tunic so as you stride forward your thick manhood swings freely from one muscular thigh to the other. You've seen the shriveled little cocks of these pasty-skinned Northerners, and look forward to seeing your mistress' reaction to seeing you standing like this in her chambers.

With luck, the door will be unlocked, but as you walk down the hallway you pass by a heavy marble statue of some pale skinned god or revered ancestor; you can't help but grin as you recognize the dark humor in using one of the household's own protectors to smash your way into the mistress' chambers.

You take a minute to press your ear to the door, but hear nothing other than your own loudly drumming heartbeat. You hadn't realized how excited you were, but it is hard to deny the way your cock is throbbing from the blood coursing through your veins. After breaking in Miss Sasha's tight pussy in the stables, and hearing her gagging shortly after that on your black spear you should be sated, but after years of bitter slavery your thirst for vengeance is as fierce as ever.

Mistress Tarla must feel secure in her house, because the door opens easily when you turn the well-oiled door handle. That's clearly a mistake, unless she secretly wants to be ploughed by the black bulls she keeps collared in the barn. It would have been so easy too, when you close the door silently you take the time to slide the locking mechanism home with a soft 'click'.

Now that you know you won't be bothered, you turn your attention to the curvy lump under the covers on the bed. You can see some golden hair spilling out on the pillow and the slow steady rise and fall of the silk blanket. Without any conscious decision, your hand drops to the swollen shaft swinging from your loins and you squeeze it gently feeling it harden and thicken in your fist. Miss Sasha had slender hips and a small round butt to go with her firm titties, but you've been eyeing her mother's heavier build covertly for the past year and have a pretty good sense of what is waiting for you in this great bed.

Mistress Tarla's tits are heavy and full, and although you've yet to see them except under her clothing you can easily picture the swollen sacs hanging like a cow's udders. Even better, she's got enough meat on her ass that you'll be able to pound her as hard as you like as she cries out like a whore. Spitting a long strand of saliva into your palm, you return to stroking your now fully erect member with the new lubrication and the foreskin slides easily over the ebony phallus.

By now you are standing within easy arm's reach of the sleeping dame, and you see her start to realize that something is not right. You could jerk off her blankets exposing her in her sleepwear on the bed with a sudden brutal act, or you could let her wake more slowly and see her expression change when she realizes who is standing naked in her room.