We left the outdoor area behind and finally entered the main house. Our bare, grass-stained feet left marks on the cool porcelain floor of the living room. The interior of the estate was spacious and modern, with high ceilings that made everything feel even more imposing.
We walked straight to the second floor, where the Master Suite was located. When we opened the double wooden doors, even Mom Ana let out a low whistle. The room was colossal, dominated by a massive King-Size bed right in the center, dressed in dark silk sheets and plush pillows.
"What a spectacular room..." Mom Ana commented, letting her hair down and tossing herself backward onto the bed with open arms, making her lush breasts bounce under the warm light.
"Plenty of room for the four of us," Sophia said, lying down beside her mother and crossing her shapely legs. "And as for where this bitch is going to sleep... I think her spot is already well-defined."
Sophia pointed her foot toward the floor right at the foot of the bed, where a small leather accent rug lay.
"Listen up, you worthless thing," Sophia ordered, glaring at Letícia, who had just entered the suite carrying the bottles and glasses with trembling arms. "Your place is right there. On the floor, naked, at your masters' feet. When we go to sleep, you'll be lying right there—no pillow and no blanket. Got it?"
"Y-yes, Mistress Sophia! I understand completely! It's my place... on the floor, at your feet," Letícia replied instantly, dropping to her knees on the rug without hesitation.
"And don't you dare close your eyes until all of us are resting," Mom Ana added, resting her head on a pillow and giving me a knowing look. "A good slave stays on watch for her masters."
While the two settled onto the giant bed, Bia walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her naked body against mine.
"The sun took it out of me a bit... but I'm hungry, Lucas," Bia whispered, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. "Wanna head downstairs to grab something to eat?"
"Great idea," I agreed, giving Bia's soft ass a playful slap. "Let's fix a quick snack down in the dining room."
We all walked back down to the ground floor. Nobody bothered to put on a single piece of clothing. In the dining room, a long reclaimed-wood dining table occupied the center of the room. Mom Ana, Sophia, and Bia sat comfortably in the upholstered chairs, while Letícia remained on her knees beside the table, waiting for orders with her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Alright, bitch," I began, taking my seat at the head of the table. "Since we don't have a meal ready right now, you're going to serve your master's main course while your mistresses talk."
I pointed to the dark space underneath the table.
"Get under there. Now," I ordered in a firm voice.
"Yes, Master! Right away!" Letícia answered, quickly crawling under the wooden table.
The girl got on her knees between my legs beneath the table, where the lighting was dim. Without wasting a second, she pulled my hips forward and opened her mouth, engulfing my erect cock with a hungry desperation. The girls at the table kept chatting about the wine and the trip, pretending to ignore the muffled sounds of gagging and sucking coming from underneath the wood.
"Glub... glub... hmmff!" The wet sound of Letícia's throat being stuffed blended with the slap of my groin hitting her face.
"Is she doing the job right down there, Lucas?" Mom Ana asked, taking a sip from her glass with a subtle smirk.
"If she isn't, just kick her in the snout," Sophia teased, resting her feet on the chair beside her.
I grabbed Letícia by the hair tightly under the table, shoving my cock deep down her throat all the way to the root without a trace of mercy.
"Mmmph!" The slave stifled a groan, digging her nails into my thighs as she swallowed as much as she could handle. "S-so good, Master... fuck my mouth under the table..." she whispered between thrusts.
I picked up the pace, pounding her throat beneath the table, feeling the heat of her mouth push me to the edge within minutes. The pressure at the base of my shaft became unbearable.
"Take it all, you slut..." I growled softly, gripping the nape of her neck and driving my dick deep into her throat.
I unloaded a heavy, hot load straight down the back of Letícia's throat. She choked slightly on her knees under the table, her entire body shaking as she swallowed every single jet of cum, not daring to spit or make noise that might disturb her mistresses above.
"Glub... glub..." She swallowed with difficulty and stuck out her clean tongue to show me she had fulfilled her duty. "I-I swallowed everything, Master... thank you..." she whispered, out of breath.
"Good bitch," I muttered, giving her thigh a light kick to order her out.
Letícia crawled out from under the table, her face flushed, her lips slick, and her eyes shining with absolute submission—ready to follow the group back up to the Master Suite, where she would spend the night on the floor.