Page 25 of The Butler

“Yes, Daddy. You fuck me so good,” I said, sliding down the table and giving him as much exposure as I could for his cock to plow me. “I’m so close. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Daddy.”

“That’s it, boy. Talk that shit to me. I like that kind of smack.”

“Use me, Daddy. Use your boy’s hole. Fuck me so good that I can’t even think of any other Daddy.” If he liked smack talk, I was his boy. Trash talking during sex was one of my favorites too. Romantic lovemaking had its place, but that wasn’t what this was about. He wanted the type of sex that helped getting over someone. Me too. We both wanted to escape our pasts, and the taboo of what we were doing also lent itself to raunch and wickedness.

“Get ready, boy. You’re about to get loaded with Daddy’s come!”

“Give it to me, Daddy. Fuck it into me!”

He focused on his cock as he fucked my ass harder, building pace with his breathing. “Fuuuccckkk! Damn, boy, your ass is so sweet.” I pulled my knees to my chest, freeing him to lift my ass off the table and pump me harder. “That’s it! That’s it!” he yelled. “Oh fuck yeah!”

“Harder, Daddy!” I squeezed my asshole around him and milked his dick. “Come in me, Daddy!” I bucked on the table. My own load was building as he stroked against my prostate with each thrust. Electricity shot through my groin as my asshole button sparked to life. “That’s the spot, Daddy. Right there! Hit it,” I yelled. “Hit it hard!” My body stiffened as I fought off the orgasm that was coming.

“Here it comes, boy!” His speed was nonstop now. Thrusting into me wildly. “Oh yeah… oh yeah… fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Take it, Daddy.” My body tensed up and my back was stiff as my load shot out of my dick, spraying all over my chest. The scene in front of Linc caused him to grin wickedly as he watched my head flailing when I released.

“My turn, boy!” We stared at each other as he kept the pace up. His eyes rolled back, and I knew it was liftoff. “Fuuucckkk!” he roared. “Fuuucckkk! Holy fuck! Oh fuck!” And then a sound of utter pleasure released as he unloaded into me. “Yeesss!” he roared. He fell forward on top of me, and I wrapped my legs around him as his head rested on my chest. He panted heavily as I waited for him to come off of his sex high. His cock slipped out of me, and we lay still while we recovered from the most incredible sex I had ever participated in.

I kissed the top of his head and held him tightly, my legs still encircling his waist. “Will you be dining in your room this evening, sir?”

CHAPTER TWENTY: Lincoln

My heart was busy planning what happened next. It was already obvious that myuntil the end of the cruisefool-around plan was destined to fail big time. Lake Como was on my impending schedule, but the thought of going to my estate in Italy suddenly sounded lonely. My time alone in my cabin was spent thinking about Dek and what his motivations were. He seemed to fully enjoy the newfound sexual relationship that we were involved in, but I wondered if that was all he was into. His approach to his butler position was unaffected. He was still professional and doing an exceptional job at it.

The knock on the door was at Dek’s usual prompt time. He had my coffee, dry toast, and my favorite newspapers from around the world. I wasn’t exactly sure how my staff managed to get them to me daily but was sure it was costing me a considerable amount of money. I was propped up in bed reading through emails on my phone. The computer in the cabin was acting up and tech was one area in my personal life that I was deficient. I decided to have Bob find me a tech person to come aboard and have a look.

“Up before me I see, sir.” Dek laid the tray on the table and added my favorite things to my coffee. He had been very observant about my likes and dislikes and was including them in his vast skill set as he catered to me.

“How long do you plan on calling me sir, smart ass?”

“Well, sir. You are the boss, and it is my job actually,” he said, handing me my coffee.

Dek sat on the edge of the bed and slid his hand under the sheets. “Good morning to you too,” he said, squeezing my erection and running his fingers over the tip of it. He stood and pulled the sheet and comforter down, revealing my throbbing dick. “I was going to organize your clothing choices first thing, but it appears I have a more urgent task.” He crawled between my knees and spread my legs apart. I watched as he leaned his head forward and took the tip of my cock in his mouth. There was literally nothing better than having your morning wood serviced first thing.

“Fuck, Dek. Your mouth should be classified as a lethal weapon.” I had to put my coffee down and throw my newspaper off to the side before I held his head and guided him up and down my shaft. “Deeper, boy,” I demanded. Dek laid on his stomach and stretched out between my legs, his legs hanging past the foot of the bed. He was still clothed in his all-white uniform which made the entire scene three times as hot. I continued to hold the sides of his face while he blew me. My eyes scanned across his shoulders and to the bubble butt that was gloriously encased in his tight slacks. My urge was to fuck him silly, but the blow job was too good to get distracted by that yearning. Knowing how the past couple of days had gone, I knew I’d be balls deep in that later in the day.

“It’s so huge this morning, sir,” he moaned. Dek laid his head sideways on one of my thighs and pulled my cock toward his mouth. I lifted my ass up and down and fed him cock while he stayed attached to my thigh. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of his wide-open mouth was nearly enough to make me shoot early.

“Nice and easy, boy. Daddy wants slow head.” Dek had a throatful of my meat while his hand massaged my nuts. He would alternate between kneading my balls and sliding a wet finger to my asshole, gently swirling over my sensitive puckered hole. “That feels insane, boy. Fuuuccckkk!” He took my dick deep as I continued lifting my ass off of the bed and pumping sideways into him. His mouth was a vacuum and coupled with him teasing my asshole, I was going insane with the need to blow my load. “I’m fucking close, boy.”

He tapped my hip, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth. “Sit up, Daddy. I’m going to slide underneath you. Get on all fours over the top of me,” he said, raising his eyebrows seductively. “Straddle my face.”

I rolled over and assumed the position over him. Dek slid down lower on the bed and positioned himself under my swollen cock, my length hanging near his chin. I felt his hands cup my ass and he pulled me into his waiting mouth where I sunk fully into his throat. He wanted to be face fucked and who was I to deny him? I pumped my hips up and down while he squeezed my ass, my cock disappearing into his waiting hole over and over.

His hands began to roam over my chest and stomach, never touching my cock. He obviously wanted his mouth to be used as the hole for my pleasure as he explored me. My head was bent down so I could watch my dick as he swallowed it. Dek clamped on my nipples and twisted them. My body went rigid with the surprise pleasure, and I slammed my cock deeper, holding it there until he needed a breath. I gave him a second or so to suck in air before I filled him up again. The nipple play had my dick exploding with pleasure.

“Jesus, boy! You have mad skills. Drain Daddy’s cock,” I moaned, keeping up the pace and knowing I was a minute or so from releasing down his tight throat. I felt Dek’s hand moving between my legs and to my balls where he tugged and massaged them. I was straddled over his face, my junk fully exposed to him. His finger slid up to my pucker and he began to press gently as he rubbed over it. My balls tightened with the pressure being applied and the pleasure was unlike anything I’d experienced. I was an exclusive top and rarely had a man been anywhere near my hole, but the feeling was intoxicating to say the least. I felt myself relaxing and needing his finger in my asshole while I continued pumping into him. “That’s good, boy. Shove it in there,” I moaned, surprising myself with the request.

Dek was focused only on my pleasure as one hand tweaked my nipples, twisting and pinching. The other hand’s finger probed my hole and pressed harder as I felt him breaking through. He couldn’t speak due to me choking him with dick, but he was moaning loudly as his finger began to fill my ass. I clamped down hard on it. My orgasmic ecstasy was firing in three or more different areas, and I was inundated with stimulation. My desire to control the overloaded circuits was impossible and I felt my orgasm building. Between the nipple twisting and finger in my ass, I was splitting in two. Electrical waves coursed through my entire body as the needed release was coming fast.

My concentration in trying to control the impending explosion was wasted because Dek was clearly pulling all of the strings. Just when I realized that he was controlling and using me as his sex puppet, my brain dumped a massive amount of serotonin, and I experienced an orgasm that transcended everything I’d ever known. My load blasted forth as I bucked in wild abandon, filling him with my seed. I fell forward, still on my knees, and laid my head on the pillow with my arms folded beneath me. My knees were spread apart over his face, and I kept pumping my hips into him as he swallowed every ounce of me. After the last squeeze of come, I shuddered and fell to my side and onto my back, gasping for air as I let the tension I’d built up in my muscles relax.

“That concludes your morning session, Mr. C.,” he said, grinning. “Up and at ‘em. It’s time for your shower.” He began to sit up and head for the bathroom before I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. “Get up, lazy bones,” he said, fighting to free himself.

“Come here, Dek,” I said. He slid beside me, and I kissed his forehead. “What the fuck was that?” I asked.

“Too much?” he asked.

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