A Butler's Discretion
Note: All characters in this story are 21 years old and above, and have consented to every act mentioned. This piece of work is purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
[Gentle submission][Cowgirl][Oral][Creampies][Male Servant and Female Noble][Swinging][Group sex]
As soon as the ink on the contract had been dried, the Bakers started making more demands. They wanted more than just washing their dishes and hiring their driver. They wanted a fitness regimen, weekly diet menus, and specific products for Donovan to use in the shower. The instructions went on and on.
Donovan's primary role was to be the Butler for Mr. and Mrs. Baker during their summer stay at their Hamptons villa. His days started at 6 am, and often extended till 10 or 11 at night. An added perk were the frequent parties they held, which only lengthened Donovan's working hours.
However, Donovan wasn't alone in this arrangement. The Bakers had their full-time live-in maid- Sasha, who had been with them for years. She was their most trusted person, responsible for all personal matters, communication, and any confidential requests. Donovan felt like nothing more than a waiter.
This all changed in early July. When Mrs. Baker called Donovan into her bedroom.
"Mr. Baker?" Donovan asked. "What's the need for me here?"
"No, no," she smiled companionably through the suds of her bathwater. "I just need a towel. Could you bring me one?"
"Certainly, Ma'am," Donovan said. The towels were in a closet that opened through the bathroom. Donovan steeled himself for the glimpse of the Bakers' private parts.
"Don't worry, dear," she giggled. “I won't mind you seeing me."
"Yes, Ma'am," Donovan replied, perspiring but hoping to hide his arousal.
"Don't worry about my modesty. Go ahead and walk through," she encouraged. Donovan's worst fears multiplied. He contemplated shyly averting his gaze but recalled how she was in the bath. He dared not glance at her.
"Donovan?" Mrs. Baker told him. "I'm still here, remember?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said. His eyes darted to her bathroom closet. The dried off towels, labelled "Bath Towels", were impeccably arranged and stacked. He picked up a white one, concerned about his rigid erection.
"Donovan," she called out. "I'll be waiting." His head snapped back to the towel he'd gripped. Her nipples were hard, and her face was flushed.
"I'm really sorry, Mrs. Baker," he said, peeking and staring almost immediately.
"Whatever for, darling?" she said, eyebrow arched suggestively. "You're delighted seeing a mature woman like me. I'll make sure to remind you often. Here, take a good glance."
Donovan's head tilted towards her, still embracing the towel in terror. He saw her toned legs, the defined muscularity etched onto her calves and thighs. The Bakers had an exercise regime, and he was often made to be Mrs. Baker's spotter in her private studio. He gazed up to her neatly trimmed, damp pubic hair, a triangle pointing to her clitoris, and her large breasts, still dripping with soapy water. Her nipples stood firm, surrounded by goosebumps on her areolas and her exposed skin. Up finally above her waist, Donovan saw her face, with a brilliant, inviting grin.
"Take your time, dear," she said. "I enjoy a good bath."
"Of course," Donovan replied, trembling.
Mrs. Baker came out of the tub, holding on to Donovan's shoulders. Donovan knelt in front of her.
"What are you doing, Sir?" she asked. "Aren't you going to dry me off?"
"Yes, Mrs. Baker," he said, would-be apologies bubbling beneath his throat.
"Don't bother with the apologies," she smiled. "You're doing really well. Now pat me down. Rub my back," she instructed.
Donovan toweled her arms as she raised themor, working his way down her body. His erection was plainly noticeable in his trousers. He rubbed her back, feeling her siren's power tighten around him, and eyed the butt in front of him.
"My booty won't dry itself," she playfully alluded. "Reach around and rub it properly," she ordered. Donovan's head bobbed in agreement, but a trail of precum had seeped into his underwear.
"What's this?" she said. "I see you're...excited. Are you nervous, dear?"
"Y-Yes, Ma'am," he said, panicked.
Mrs. Baker exited the tub. Standing with her arms and legs spread, his gaze went mute. His head folded forward like a lump.
"Stay here, darling," she said. Her hair tumbled down, just about hiding her breasts. Her tight stomach was admirable. She gripped Donovan's head between her hands, pushing gently against his face, coaxing him forward. Donovan faced her, her face beaming a lustful grin.
“Stay and look at my pussy, Donovan.”
"Try a taste," she suggested. Donovan scrambled for an answer, but she drew him nearer before he could respond. He began to lick her clit, moving his free hand inside her, gradually curling his fingers back and forth.
Donovan's arousal verged on the brink of explosion. His underwear was soaked with pre-cum and had started to stretch. Misses Baker leaned back against the wall, using both hands to grip the back of his head.
"Ah darling, fuck. Eat me out. Good boy!"
Given the "good boy" remark, Donovan whimpered into her. Misses Baker chuckled.
"Are you liking this?" She inquired. "Do you want to be my good boy? Well, you are. You're such a good boy."
A hand that was holding the towel was now reaching around behind Misses Baker, pushing her forward. Her fingers touched her backdoor, as she gasped from the sudden stimulation.
Misses Baker pushed Donovan away and bent down, raising his head up. He panted heavily, feeling the raw lust wash over his brain as precum seeped through his underwear and pants. She smirked down at him.
"What should we do next, sweetheart?" She asked. "Release your weapon?"
Donovan massively nodded and tore off the rest of his clothes. Clothing flew and his shoes landed on the opposite side of the room. Misses Baker laughed at his persistence.
"Slow down, sweetie," she said. "We're in no rush."
"I apologize, ma'am," he stammered. "It's been a while."
"I understand," she sympathized. "But I'm pleased to see our plan is starting to pay off. Those muscles look impressive."
She was right - his biceps were visible even when not flexing, and his chest was broad, hiding beneath thick, curly hair. This was the first time in a long time that he had felt good about his physical appearance.
Misses Baker was biting her lip at the sight, moving her hand between her thighs and playing with her clit. Donovan walked towards her, and knelt on the bed, perched over her as she touched herself. He began to stroke his cock, leaving more pre-cum on his fingers.
"I can't stall any more," she said. "Fuck me."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, easing himself into position between her legs. His cock was almost touching her slick, wet pussy. He leaned forward, gripping her sides as he thrust into her, making her release a powerful moan.
"Oh, baby," she said, writhing into his movements and licking her lips between pants. "I can't wait any longer. Fuck me!"
Speeding up, Donovan moved back and forth, ensuring each inch was savored. Misses Baker fingered her nipples with his thrusts, rubbing her clit.
"Are you enjoying my service, ma'am?" He asked. She smiled.
"Oh Donovan," she said. "Absolutely. I'm going to make the most of your stay here."
He beamed at her compliment.
Suddenly, Misses Baker went silent, fixing her gaze on Donovan's face. She moved her legs, wrapping them around his buttocks, pushing him back.
"I'm about to cum, sugar," she informed him. He hesitated, unable to speak.
"Don't you dare stop," she said rapidly. She reached an orgasm, causing her pussy to clench tightly around his cock as he continued to hump her.
"Mmm," she murmured. Donovan soon pulled out, leaving her wetness on his cock, which was still pulsating.
"Good boy," she said. His cock twitched again. "I have an idea of making it up to you sometime soon."
Sasha appeared at the door. Donovan's heart raced at the attractive sight before him. His cock stood firm and stiff to attention.
"Sasha, could you finish my boyfriend off?" Misses Baker requested. Misses Baker moved towards the other side of the bed and laying sideways. "I hope you don't mind some exhibitionism."
Sasha walked without uttering a word, unzipping the back of Misses Baker's black dress. Donovan's heart soared, his keenly sensing animalistic urges.
Sasha's small, perky breasts stood in contrast to Misses Baker's larger ones. She had smaller areolas that encircled her firm nipples. It was evident that she had a workout routine, based on the visible definition of her muscles across her torso. Her pubic area was neatly trimmed, and her ass was round and perky. Donovan struggled to breathe.
Sasha asked, "How do you want it?" Her eyes briefly darted upward, and Donovan thought he saw a smirk on her face.
"I'll lie down," he said, spreading out on the bed next to Misses Baker. Upon hearing this, Sasha straddled him, rubbing his erection against her clit while cooing softly.
"I've wanted you since I first saw you at the interview," she said. "And I told the Bakers you were the best choice."
"She's right," Misses Baker added. "I wasn't initially convinced, but I'll never doubt you again."
Misses Baker licked Donovan's nipple while Sasha continued to ride him, up and down. Without warning, Sasha slid down his body. She encased the entire length of him inside her. Her up-and-down motion became more frantic with each spank from Donovan's hands.
"Slap my ass!" She exclaimed. "Slap me like a dirty whore!"
Donovan spanked her repeatedly, prompting even more frantic riding. He began to fondle her breasts, flicking her nipples and massaging the areolas. Sasha stared deeply into his eyes, and Donovan felt a wave of pleasure rise within him. He was nearing his climax.
"Oh my god," he gasped. "Sasha, I'm going to..."
"Do it," she commanded. "Cum inside me. NOW!"
Jets of cum shot out of his penis as he involuntarily thrust up into her. He kept his eyes on Sasha, who leaned in, moaning as each ejaculate filled her. She made her way over to him and double-kissed him before lying her head on his shoulder.
"That was amazing," Donovan said.
"I know," Sasha agreed, laughing. "That's why the Bakers keep me around."
"Now, you two should quickly shower and change," Misses Baker said, giggling with Sasha. "I'm sure Mr. Baker would be startled to walk in on that scene."
Donovan's face went pale with panic. He quickly dressed himself and rushed back across the room to gather his shoes.
"Oh my god," he murmured, "He'll be so upset."
"No, sweetie," Misses Baker reassured him, "I already told him about my plans for today. He'll want to hear about it when he gets back."
Donovan hastily left the room, leaving both ladies to their laughter.
Later that day, Donovan was covered in sweat. Following a conversation with Mr. Baker about his golf clubs, Donovan experienced a moment of relief when no mention of the sexual events was made. However, unexpectedly, Mr. Baker requested that Donovan tell him the story of what had transpired earlier.
"Can I call you Donny?" Mr. Baker inquired. Donovan nodded.
"So, Donny," Mr. Baker continued, "I want to hear about your experience with my wife."
Donovan's face paled, and his heart was pounding in his ears. Mr. Baker stroked his graying hair as Donovan shifted nervously.
"What do you mean?" Donovan asked cautiously.
"I just want to hear the details of how you fucked my wife," Mr. Baker replied. "The Misses can be quite the experience if you have the endurance."
"Um, well..." Donovan trailed off. His breaths were labored, and he couldn't look either of the Bakers in the eye.
"It was pleasurable," Misses Baker interjected. "I came hard, and then he fucked Sasha and left her a gift."
Mr. Baker laughed. "I understand why it's hard to stay inside her," he said with a nudge to Donovan's arm. "But once you and Sasha finish the dishes, please come tell us all about it in our room. I want to watch you in action."
Donovan froze in place. His hands were shaking, and Sasha wrapped her arms around him.
"What's happening?" Donovan asked.
"You'll put away the dishes, then you'll most likely fuck Misses Baker from what I understand," Sasha explained. "Now, calm down and just finish the dishes."
"But why?" Donovan questioned.
"Because my husband likes to watch," Sasha stated matter-of-factly. "And he wants to see you perform for him."
"Okay," Donovan said hesitantly. "I'll go finish the dishes."
Once the dishes were clean, Donovan reluctantly entered Mr. and Mrs. Baker's room. Mr. Baker was reclining on his bed, and Mrs. Baker laid beside him.
"So, Donovan," Mr. Baker said nonchalantly, "tell us about your experience with my wife."
Donovan hesitated, but recounted every detail he could remember, describing the erotic sexual experience he'd had with both women. He ended by narrating the climactic moments when he ejaculated inside Sasha.
Sasha, who was sitting nearby, giggled. "I didn't need to tell him that."
"Yeah?" Mr. Baker responded with a grin. "I just enjoy listening to you tell it."
Donovan was visibly uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to oblige.
"What's wrong with it?" she questioned. "They're old and tired, we're young and bustling with energy. They're going to pay us for making them feel young and spicing up their lives."
Donovan hesitated. He was flattered by the Bakers' interest in him but didn't consider the idea of taking up prostitution himself.
"And if I may say so," she added, "you're a great fuck."
They cleared the table and walked towards the master bedroom where the Bakers were already naked, kissing on the bed. Misses Baker was massaging Mister Baker's hard-on.
"Is this all for me?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," he replied. "I want nothing more than to be inside you."
Misses Baker purred and stopped massaging Mister Baker, then looked at Donovan and Sasha.
"Our wine has arrived," she said, grinning. Donovan walked towards her and she pulled off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt before he undid his pants.
"You're perfect," she said. "I rarely need directions."
He took off his clothes and Misses Baker turned him around to face Mister Baker, who was stroking his erection.
"You see, darling?" Mister Baker said with a laugh. "He deserves it."
Sasha stepped to the side of the bed and kissed Mister Baker, then took over the stroking duties. His cock throbbed in her hands. They kissed with fervor when Misses Baker spun Donovan back around and bent him at the waist to lick her wet pussy. The sound of her moans and grunts filled the room. Donovan's cock stood at full attention.
She stopped briefly and pulled him around to face her. She wiped his face clean with a laugh, his precum then coating her fingers. She pulled him in for a long kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist but then let them slide down to grasp the cheeks of her butt. He explored her body with a finger, and she moaned into his mouth.
"What do you say, darling?" Misses Baker asked.
"I'm ready," he confirmed.
They walked over to the bed, where Sasha and Mister Baker were engaged in a passionate kiss. His hands were massaging Sasha's breasts as she stroked him.
Misses Baker laid on top of him, her arms on either side of his head, and he rubbed her against him, sharing luscious kisses. Her fingers reached down and threaded under his pants to stroke his member; he gasped.
"Who's the lucky guy?" she inquired. "Donovan?"
His head bobbed in confirmation.
"Doesn't matter, sweetie," she added, rolling him over onto his back. "But I'm going to give your cock a test drive."
She straddled him, his cock slipping into her wet folds and moments later, he groaned softly. She inhaled in ecstasy, moaning into his ear and biting his earlobe, while he caressed her waist. She paused and slid down along his shaft, gasping when she reached the base. At the sight of his tears of pleasure, she softly said his name, urging her husband to give in to his ejaculations. Her sensual orgasm made noise even louder.
Misses Baker got off him and laid beside him, tracing her fingers down his chest. They continued making out, and her moans turned soft and into whispers. They held each other tightly, feeling the collective euphoria.
Sasha continued riding Mister Baker's erection like a dauntless T-Rex with her seductive groans and shrieks, making Donovan feel frisky again. Donovan parted his arms to hold onto Misses Baker's. She nuzzled him, his chest adorned in his moist sweats, then whispered in his ear.
"I guess it's my turn, huh?" she asked. He nodded, and she rolled off to the side. They heard Ms. Baker's moans and eyes met Donovan's mission at hand. He shook his head, chuckled, and Misses Baker took his hand and placed it on her tiny titty. He began to softly suck it before digging her nails into his back.
Misses Baker explained how they throw women's panties into a jar to divide their conquests. Then she tried to stroke his cock, but he interjected with a plea to grab a condom from their nightstand. She stroked him with one hand while requesting the condom with the other. They kissed firmly while she slid it on, which elicited a raging favorite position climax that drove her to utter exhaustion and caused her to slump onto Donovan, cooing, asking him to keep her warm, and in return, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck while Mark kept pounding Sasha.
"I could do that all day," she said.
"I wouldn't mind," he replied.
"Right now, you did good." The woman commented. "Should I call you a good kid instead?"
Without answering, Donovan kissed her back. Their hands were exploring each other, feeling up each other while Sasha and Mister Baker were still having sex.
"Who gets to be in control?" Mister Baker asked, still panting.
"You're in charge!" Sasha declared. "You're in charge, Mister Baker."
"Want you to cum, sweetheart?" He asked. "Cum in front of my wife?"
"Yes sir." She replied. "Please... please!"
"Cover me with your cum." He demanded. She showed no hesitation and rammed down on him hard. Moans filled the house as their bodies were in unison. They both came, thrusting wildly in the process, covering themselves and their sheets in his semen.
Sasha moved her head down to Donovan's penis, which was already hard once again. She welcomed the head of his cock into her mouth as she caressed his balls. As his body felt electric, he grabbed her head to create stronger suction around him. She grinned in response to his strength.
"Is my tongue pleasant to you, good boy?" She inquired, coming up for a breath.
"Yes, Miss Baker." He answered. "I like your tongue on me."
"Great." She said. "You're not done just yet."
She started walking towards Sasha, lying on the bed next to Donovan, still recovering.
"Fuck her for us." Misses Baker commanded. "Use her."
Donovan glanced over at Sasha before looking back at the Bakers.
"Is it okay?" He asked Sasha. "Do you want to do it again?"
"I do." She replied. "I want more cum."
This had Donovan's cock ready to burst. He positioned himself over her. Sasha opened her legs and grabbed onto his shaft.
"Fuck me, Donovan." she wanted. "Fuck me NOW!"
Initially, he pushed into her and she moaned. The two were so intent on each other that they didn't notice the watching audience. Ther e were just two people who could only breathe at one another due to pleasure. Her wet pussy sent waves of feeling up her spine. Her breasts bounced to his movements. Their nipples were dragging against his arms as they intensified the sensation.
"Oh god." she gasped. "I'm about to cum! I need to cum!"
"Go ahead." Misses Baker cleared.
"I'm gonna," Donovan warned.
"Give it to her." Misses Baker said. "Give her your cum."
Droplets of it flew into her and Donovan uttered sounds of enjoyment. He could feel another climax shaping up from deep inside of him.
"I'm about to," he panted.
"Let me have it." Misses Baker decided.
Jets of semen turned the area between Donovan and Sasha into a river. He almost couldn't suppress his groans, but she quickly turned over to plant a big kiss on his lips and overpowered his grunts. The three of them relaxed for a bit before getting up.
"I think you'll fit in well as a stable hand here." Mister Baker judged. Misses Baker laughed and Sasha traced her fingers on his back, sensing his anticipation.
"Tomorrow, we'll plan out any future arrangements." She shared.
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