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Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.
The idle murmur of chatting servants falls quiet as the Chief Butler walks the halls of a manor lit by the sunrise. They presume she's doing her usual morning rounds, ensuring every task of the manor is being performed to a satisfactory degree. That is certainly part of it, but she's looking for someone in particular.
One of Chief Butler Ryoshu's duties is to provide relief to the Master when they require it. She's well versed in a secret set of Butler's Arts, a subset of the Receiving Arts designed not to receive guests or interlopers but to provide the utmost pleasure.
Recently, however, she has been busier and busier as the manor prepares to receive the Wolf. A disappointment, that one. She treated him like her own son, and this is how he repays her - by seeking to destroy everything she has worked so hard to protect. She'll deal with him soon enough. The fact of the matter is that the preparations for His return ill afford her the time to take care of all of the Master's needs, and her pride as a Chief Butler means she can't leave them like that. As such, she asked the Master to point out a servant they liked during one of their regular walks around the manor.
She has decided today is the day she brings them the servant they picked that day. With that in her mind, she enters one of the large hallways to find the girl dusting down the windowsills, totally engrossed in her work.
Long, flowing hair vibrant as the sunset. Fair skin dotted with numerous freckles, sharp eyebrows, and beautiful hazel eyes. She looks fairly unassuming, but the Master insisted this girl is to be the one. Her name is Ishmael. Ryoshu stands behind her, and observes her work for a second. Sloppy, but she'll improve. She'll make sure of it.
Before Ryoshu can speak up, Ishmael chances to turn around, and almost drops her feather duster at the sight of the surly Chief Butler.
"A-ah, Chief Butler! Good morning! C-can I help you?" she stammers out, slightly intimidated by Ryoshu's imposing presence and cold glare. Ryoshu nods and replies, in her usual cold tone; "As a matter of fact, you can. Come with me."
Ryoshu then turns on her heel and walks away, leaving Ishmael to set the feather duster on the windowsill she was cleaning before speedwalking to catch up with her superior. The two walk in uncomfortable silence, with nary a word exchanged until they reach the master bedroom. As Ryoshu reaches to open the door, Ishmael speaks up. "Oh, the master bedroom? Did I make a mistake when preparing it last night..?"
Ryoshu offers no reply. Instead, she motions for the girl to enter and follows her inside, closing the door behind them.
She then turns to you, currently sitting on the bed in anticipation. "As you can see, Master, I've brought the girl." she looks to Ishmael, who is clearly quite interested in why you would specifically ask after her. "Introduce yourself."
Ishmael looks at her, and then at you before bowing. "I-I'm Ishmael, a recently contracted butler to the Edgar Manor. I h-hope to serve you well." At her words, the slightest hint of a smirk appears on Ryoshu's lips. "That, you will. The Master has graciously asked for you to be trained in providing relief to them while I am away. The whole manor is abuzz with activity following rumors of the Wolf's impending return, and I'm entirely too busy overseeing the preparations to properly take care of the Master - which is where you come in." She pauses for a second to shoot you a knowing look. "You will service the Master. I will observe and give pointers where I feel they're needed."
Ishmael blushes quite fiercely, bumbling a little as she realizes the meaning of Ryoshu's words. "S-service?? B-but I'm.. I never.." Ryoshu stops her then and there. "I don't care if you're a virgin, or if you've never done this before. Master has selected you, and Master's word is absolute. Approach our Master and get down on your knees."
At Ryoshu's order Ishmael takes a deep breath, the embarrassed look on her face shifting into one of surprising resolve. She drops to her knees in front of you, her hands resting on your thighs as she looks up at you. "Come on, then," Ryoshu says, her cold glare coming through in her voice. "Get on with it. We can't be here all day." Ishmael blushes, and nods in response. "R-right."
With that, she fumbles a little with your pants before managing to get them off, together with your underwear. When your erection springs out, she lets out a little gasp, and her breathing becomes just a little heavier.
Ryoshu continues to glare, standing a short distance away. "Don't delay. Any competent Butler should be ready and able to satisfy their Master's every need at any time."
Ishmael nods once again, and she wraps her lips around your length. They're just as soft as Ryoshu's, and her mouth feels fucking incredible as she starts taking your length. You let a gentle moan slip past your lips as she does. Ishmael does her best, letting out cute noises as she takes in your scent and taste, but is unable to make it all the way to the base - evidenced by her choking around your cock a little as she tries. She pulls away, collecting herself and trying again. Success - she makes it a little further this time, clearly relaxing a little as she gets used to the feeling of you inside her warm, inviting mouth. With each time she pulls away, Ishmael manages to take a bit more of your cock inside her mouth, until eventually she manages to hilt you all the way inside.
Your breathing is a little shaky as Ishmael holds herself there for a second, letting you feel the entirety of her throat around your length. She pulls back and catches her breath before sliding back down and beginning to give you a blowjob proper, now used to feeling your length inside her mouth and throat. Your shaky breathing and slight moans mix with the cute noises she lets out as she rhythmically sucks your cock, and it's days like these you're glad none of the servants dare enter the room without Ryoshu's direct order. You won't be interrupted.
Through your pleasure, you glance at Ryoshu to gauge her reaction - she isn't impressed. Her arms are crossed and her eyes are fixed on Ishmael as she moves back and forth, as if evaluating her technique.
"Our Master ordered sucking, not lazy bobbing. Do as you are told and suck."
Ishmael glances at Ryoshu and gulps a little. She moves back up once more, her lips tightening a little around your cock and her tongue planting itself on the underside of your length before she resumes. You let out a blissful whimper - it feels good. This appears to give her more confidence, and she sucks with a little more fervor until she has to pull back to catch her breath.
"H-haaah... haah.." she pants, looking up at you. Her eyes betray the slightest glimmer of lust. "F-forgive your useless Butler, Master.."
With those words, she returns to her sucking. She's clearly settling into a rhythm, and your enthusiastic noises of pleasure betray the fact you love her mouth. Once Ishmael appears to have become comfortable with sucking your cock at her own pace, Ryoshu speaks up.
"Don't give her any slack, Master. If she is to assist you when I'm too busy from now on, she must learn to be handled by you the way I am."
You look to Ryoshu and nod before carefully grabbing a handful of Ishmael's beautiful orange hair - she doesn't have the convenient handlebar your Chief Butler likes wearing. Having just made it to the tip of your cock in her rhythm, Ishmael's eyes widen as you push her down all the way, and the novice Butler lets out a loud "Mmph?!" alongside a surprisingly lewd, if muffled, moan. You begin to rather eagerly use Ishmael's tight throat as your fleshlight, moving her up and down on your length just like one for a good few moments before releasing her and letting her catch her breath once again.
She hacks a little as you pull her off and let her go, allowing her to pant lewdly with excitement before you decide she's had enough of a rest and return to sloppily facefucking your orange-haired Butler.
By now you're lost in just how good she feels, letting out lewd moans and whimpers with every thrust in and out of your new cocksleeve's throat. Ishmael has picked up the fundamentals quickly. There's no need to be gentle with her. You glance briefly at Ryoshu, seeing that her cold glare hasn't dropped in the slightest, but you catch her lips curled into a taunting smirk.
"Tch. Maybe menial housework isn't all you're good for after all."
You continue to use Ishmael as your relief toy, delighting in hearing the Butler gag as she's forced to take you to the base. You don't allow her a break until you feel her grip on your pants loosen a little - a sign that she's teetering on the edge of consciousness. You release her and allow her to pull back for air, once more listening to her eager panting as you look down at her. She doesn't pull away as far when catching her breath this time, mouth still close to the tip of your cock and ready to take it as soon as you again decide she has rested enough. She's learned her place quickly.
You push Ishmael back down, once more taking hold of her sunset-colored locks. Before long you approach orgasm, thrusting with wild abandon and revelling in the lewd noises the Butler makes as you use her throat for your pleasure.
Noticing this, Ryoshu approaches with a few confident steps and takes place behind you. You're not entirely sure what she's going to do, but those doubts quickly take a back seat in your mind as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to cumming inside Ishmael's mouth.
You cum harder than you usually do, pulling Ishmael up to your tip and filling her mouth as she lets out a surprised "Mmmgh?!" at the volume of your cum currently spilling past her lips. At the same time,
Ryoshu rather roughly pulls you into a deep kiss before taking hold of Ishmael's hair with one hand, and your cock with her other.
In one swift movement, as Ishmael struggles to hold your backed up load, Ryoshu pulls her off of your tip mid-orgasm and begins stroking you from base to tip in light twisting motions. The continued stimulation makes you streak Ishmael's face with a couple of extra ropes, and Ryoshu milks you like this until she's sure your orgasm has ended, after which she lets go of you and looks down at Ishmael.
"Don't just kneel there with it, you U.B. Swallow. Don't spill a single drop, or you'll be licking it off of the floor."
Ishmael nods a little, and you can see her throat move a bit as she swallows the spit and cum that have accumulated inside her mouth.
"Now open. Show our Master your work, and thank him for using you like the relief Butler you are."
Ishmael, of course, follows Ryoshu's orders to the letter and opens her mouth, letting her tongue roll out to show you that she's swallowed every last drop you've given her before speaking.
"Haah.. T-thank you, Master.."
Ryoshu lets both of you go, stepping out from behind you. "Heh. N.B. There may be hope for you yet."
She next makes her way over to the bed, ensuring the pillow is fluffed and aligned to your liking before looking to you.
"I know you're not done yet, Master, and we both know her training isn't yet finished. Lay down."
You do as she asks, and she then turns to Ishmael. "Get up, strip, and fold your uniform. Master isn't satisfied yet, and I'm not fully convinced you're fit to sate their needs while I'm busy."
Ishmael does as instructed, swiftly getting up from her kneeling position before taking her Butler uniform off and neatly folding it, laying it on a nearby chair. Underneath the maid uniform she has the standard Butler underwear ensemble - a set of black lace, consisting of a garter belt, stockings and panties, as well as a black lace bra covering her modest chest.
Ryoshu nods coldly. "G.J. Now discard your panties and lay on top of the Master."
Ishmael blushes considerably, but doesn't refuse Ryoshu's succinct orders. She discards her panties, several strings of juices connecting them to her soaked inner thighs as she slides them off and lays on top of you. You line up to thrust inside her, stopped by Ishmael stammering out a "W-wait!"
Ryoshu looks at her expectantly, and Ishmael calms down a little. "S-shouldn't we use a condom?" she says, eyes fixed on your twitching cock.
Ryoshu's face again twists into a slight smirk, and she turns as if to walk away. "How could I forget? Let me fetch them."
Ishmael sighs in relief, and Ryoshu swiftly turns back around, grabbing Ishmael by the shoulder and locking eyes with her.
"J.K. If the Master wants to do it raw, they will do it raw."
Ishmael gulps but nods lightly, not taking her eyes off of your length for a second as she moves her hand down between her thighs, spreading her pussy open.
"I'm ready for you, Master.. U-use your Butler until you're satisfied!"
That's all you needed to hear. You slowly slide inside Ishmael, enjoying every last second of it. Her soaked pussy feels a hundred times better than her mouth. Neither of you even try to hide your pleasure - both of you let loose a lusty moan as you bottom out all the way inside. She fits you perfectly.
Ishmael lets out a quiet "S-so deep.." as she closes her eyes and tries to get used to the feeling of having you inside, casuing Ryoshu to let out a small chuckle.
"Heh. You better get used to it, R.B. Judging by our depraved Master's reaction, they're fond of the way you feel as well."
You nod a little in confirmation of Ryoshu's words, and begin to thrust in and out while taking hold of Ishmael's hips for grip. More moans begin to slip past Ishmael's lips and fill the air as you feel her squeeze around your length. Her depths are warm and incredibly slick - you slide in and out of her with minimal resistance, and yet you could swear they almost cling to your dick as you pull out.
Ryoshu sees it fit to speak up as she watches you pound Ishmael, looking at the blissed Butler with her usual critical gaze once again. "Focus on using your core muscles. Our Master won't cum any quicker if you just sit and take it, you O.A.F!"
Ishmael seems to awaken slightly out of her bliss, and you begin to feel her rhythmically squeezing around your cock, albeit a little awkwardly at first. Regardless, it feels good, and drives you to start pistoning in and out of your orange-haired Butler cocksleeve faster and harder as you let out a lewd moan.
You lose yourself to pleasure a little, and slide your cock out of Ishmael before pushing her over into missionary position and sliding back in to resume your thrusting.
"Nnngh~! M-Master~!" Ishmael moans, her eyes starting roll a little as the pleasure overtakes her once again.
Before you know it, you're pounding Ishmael like it's the last thing you'll do. Your bedchambers are filled with a mix of ragged panting and lewd moans, you and Ishmael consumed by pleasure and unable to think of anything but fucking like animals. You need to cum inside this girl, and nothing in the world can stop you now. Luckily for you, you wouldn't be waiting long.
Ishmael manages to speak in between moans, stammering out a "M-Master, I'm close!"
As if you needed any more encouragement to fill her to the brim with your seed.
It's one of the best orgasms you've ever had. Ishmael moans in utter bliss, squeezing your cock with her core as she cums from your thrusting, and you slide in as deep as you can with an iron grip on her hips before cumming inside her and calling out her name. You hold her close, and it feels like an eternity before you finally stop pumping her waiting womb full of your cum. Once your orgasm finally reaches its end, you slide out and feel Ishmael tremble a little as your backed up creampie immediately starts leaking out of her stretched hole.
Both of you pant in satisfaction, and Ryoshu approaches you as you flop onto your back from your position of kneeling between Ishmael's legs to clean your cock up - with her mouth, of course. She slowly pulls away once she finishes, and looks to you.
"This U.B. still requires training, Master, but I shall leave the rest of it up to you tomorrow. It's late, and I don't want you getting sick due to a lack of sleep."
Click. Clack. Click. Clack. It's a new morning at the Edgar mansion, and Ryoshu's footsteps once again fill the hall. Every Butler's murmurs once again fall silent as she approaches their stations, and she coldly critiques every mistake they make in a return to routine. They can't afford to be sloppy with their work now, not when the Wolf is fast approaching.
She checks up on one of the most important parts of the morning routine - opening the windows in your bedroom to ensure you get enough fresh air in the mornings. Her steps slowly come to a halt at your door, and she enters the room to find the window already open and the curtains pulled back.
While this is a pleasing enough sight to her - knowing one of the butlers did their job correctly before she carried out the inspection - it is the sight on the bed that brings her a lot more satisfaction.
Ishmael is currently pinned underneath you on the bed, legs beside her head as you rut her like a beast in heat. Ryoshu arrives right as you announce your orgasm, and you let out noises of unbridled pleasure as Ishmael's legs lock around you in preparation of receiving an irresponsible creampie directly into her innermost depths. You bottom out inside Ishmael and pump her full of all the cum you can muster in one load, before resuming your impassioned use of the orange-haired cocksleeve.
Ryoshu smirks to herself. She's free to return to overseeing the preparations for the Wolf's reception, and she anticipates that there might be a new heir to the Edgar family sometime soon.