Page 53 of For You, Sir

Andfuuuuck, he’d got himself waxed and was slick as a seal down there. Only a few gentle licks had him writhing and nudging his cock against the sofa. Nothing switched me on quite like seeing my dignified butler acting so horny and depraved.

“Nnh!”Jun buried his face in his forearms, making the sweetest sounds. “No, Sir,” he whimpered. “You mustn’t!”

Who said “mustn’t” in this day and age, anyway? Nobody but neat-and-tidy Jun, and it stoked my fires for being so deliciouslyhim.I explored his creases with my lips and tongue, and he groaned in protest as I ravaged him. I’d be replaying those exquisite sounds the next time I jerked off.

“No, Sir!” he gasped. “Oh, please!”

So he said, but he pressed his hips back, desperately humping between the couch and my mouth, seeking friction. My cock throbbed, painfully stiff, aching to be inside him.

I spooned him on my knees, holding his hipbones and kissing along the valley between shoulder blades. “Let’s go.”

I led him to the master bedroom, and he stepped out of his pants and underwear along the way, cupping his erection as if there was any need for modesty.

I gave him a shove, and Jun tumbled backwards onto the bed, legs splayed. He panted with anticipation, his flat stomach bobbing with each breath, his lips slightly parted. “What are you going to do?”

“Whatever I want.” I swept my hair back and let my jeans drop to the floor.

Jun’s gaze fell to my naked cock, and he wet his lips. “Of course.” The coquettish way he looked back up at me, biting his lip—he was begging for a good pounding. “For you, Sir.”

“Take your shirt off.”

At my blunt command, Jun’s eyes gleamed with excitement. He slid his necktie off and thumbed open his buttons, top to bottom. Acting all prim and proper, but I caught him stealing glances at my cock a few times.

He set the shirt aside, and sat up, chest proud. The bar piercings held his sweet pink buds erect, as if in offering. I rolled each on my tongue, and Jun moaned, his voice flitting high each time I bit down, making my balls ache. “Turn around.”

He turned his back to me, kneeling. With his head high and hips low, his balls brushed the silky coverlet.

“Now, show me that sweet ass,” I ordered coolly.

He shot an embarrassed look over his shoulder, cheeks darkening. “But, Sir…”

I clicked my tongue and arched an eyebrow in disapproval. “Are you defying me?”

He shook his head.

“Come on.” I slapped his buttock. “Hips up.”

His back muscles tensed, but he obeyed, lowering his head and lifting his ass—a beautiful display.

“Lovely.” I stroked his buttock, savoring the view of his cute little pucker. Tight and tense, but not for long. “Now, hold yourself open.”

His fingers trembled a little, but he reached back and grabbed his own buttocks, parting them.

My hard-on ached at the sight of my butler rudely displaying himself. “Gorgeous.” I leaned forward and flicked my tongue across his clenched hole.

He cried out and shuddered, but dutifully maintained position. “God! Oh, Sir…” he whimpered as I licked and lapped.

With Jun holding himself open, my hands were free to explore. I squeezed his balls in one hand, hard enough to make him gasp, and encircled the base of his cock with the other. I stroked him up and down in a loose motion—just waking everything up without taking him too far. His body opened up as I worked his cock, and I seized the opportunity to shove a finger inside him.

“Oh, no Sir!” he cried, “No, it’s—!" His words cut off with a helpless whimper.

“Naughty?” I paused to suggest. “Rude?” Those were his usual go-tos.

“Good,” he choked out. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re too kind.” I grabbed the bottle of lube I kept stashed under my pillow, popped the cap, and poured some onto my hand. His tight ass clenched and tried to resist, but my greased fingers slicked past, sliding deeper until they were hilted deep inside.

Jun groaned and released his buttocks, holding up his ass in the air like a cat in heat. He clenched around me as I fingerfucked him and my unattended cock throbbed in envy.

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