My Mistress' House: Before the Party

My Mistress’ House:
Before the Party

I have been working in this house as butler for almost a year now. There are 36 rooms in this house. Several bathrooms. Many sitting rooms. A large library. An art gallery, and a ball room. My mistress owns a beautiful house. I clean the house for the mistress of it. I cook her meals. I wash her clothes. Her wonderful smelling clothes. I keep the gardens and clean the pool. I take very good care of my mistress’ house.

My mistress is a beautiful woman. She drives me crazy. Her round hips. Full breasts. Lips that would make any man’s mind wonder. If she knew how much I desired her, I am sure she’d fire me. She knows I watch her with her lovers. I watch as they fuck her. She has even caught me massaging my dick as I watched her. But I do not think she knows how bad I want her.

She is always wearing sexy clothes. Not trashy. Sexy. Sensual. Suits and silks. Lace. She smells like heaven. Never cheap perfumes.

I have watched as my mistress let some man (or two) fuck her. I recall a day I was cleaning the game room and glanced out to the pool to see my mistress bent over the wall. Her breasts were pressed into the marble and some man (I do not know his name... as butler, it is none of my business to know my mistress’ lovers’ names) behind her fucking her. Her face was lost in pleasure as he pumped at her open pussy from behind. I stood and watched as the man lost his own control and fucked my mistress like a dog in heat. I could hear her moans and cries all the way to the house. “Yes, fuck me harder!” In that instant, I imagined it was my dick making my mistress scream those words. When I became visibly hard, I had begun to stroke my cock through my pants. Then... my mistress looked up and into my eyes. She smiled when she saw my bulge. I blushed and turned to continue my business.

I have smelled and masturbated with her panties often. Actually, every time I wash her clothes. I will take a pair of her lace panties and wrap them around my cock. Then put another to my nose so I can take in her scent as I stroked my hard cock to cumming.

Today, I became a bit more bold in my desire for my mistress. I actually made a move to touch her....

This evening, my mistress was planning one of her cocktail party. I basically was to stay out of site except to serve people drinks and be abused by her drunk friends. As I was preparing the last minute touches, I was walking through the sitting room just off the foyer. I noticed my mistress pacing the floor in front of the large bay window. “Mistress, what is the matter? What has you distressed?”

“Oh Frederick, I am just a little tense is all.” She replied in her calm sensuous voice. She stopped pacing and stood a few feet from the window looking out.

I put down the tray of glasses I was carrying to the buffet table and walked up behind her. I stood less than an arm’s length away from her back. I could smell her curly red hair. The spice of her perfume. This was the closest I’d ever tried to get to her. I took my chance and I placed my hands on her shoulders. Then she shocked me. She stepped back slightly.

“Massage my shoulders please Frederick”, she asked.

I made my hands glide lightly under her hair. She shuddered under my touch and let out a small moan. If she only knew what I wanted to do to her. That I wanted to bend her over and slide my throbbing cock into her pussy.

Before I lost myself, I massaged her shoulders as she had requested. Then, being slightly bolder, I slid one of my hands around her neck and tickled her cleavage. She ware a short, low cut, black cocktail dress that hugged her curves teasingly. So getting to her neck was pretty easy enough. I moved my other hand down her side and to her thigh. I swallowed hard and nervously, then whispered into her ear, “Mistress, may I remove this tension from you?”

She did not say anything. She did not move. She did not lean back... nor did she walk away. So I decided to try more. I rubbed her thigh and raised her dress exposing the top of her stocking and the glitter of her red garter belt. I eased my hand around her leg, moving it higher. I stopped as my finger tips met with my mistress’ uncovered (gasp... no panties tonight!), shaved, soft pussy lips. That’s when her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. Using that as a “go ahead”, I pressed up behind her as close as I could and slipped my other hand down into the front of her dress and into her lace bra. Between my first and second fingers, I pinched her nipple gently. She let out a soft moan.

I slid my middle finger between the lips of her pussy and began to gently glide it back and forth until I found her hardened clit. The minute I found it, her knees went weak and she fell back into me. She widened her legs a bit and I moved my finger faster then slowed as I moved it deeper and slid it into her wet pussy. She moaned and whimpered. Her pussy was hot and I could smell her scent. I added another finger and she began to move her hips. I ...

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