It is Nika who I married. Who I promised my eternal love, who I work for every morning, who I want to have everything she’d ever need once it was time for me to move on. Nika was the person who I honored with toasts, the person I had lived with every day since we met.
It is Lena who I pleased. Who I pounded and roughly ravaged, who I had pulled aside every time I met her alone, who I had filled with my seed countless times. Lena was the person who I fed with my seed, ther person I had allowed to birth me a son as well as a daughter.
These two were the women of my life, the women I should have cared about the most. These women were who I should think of when I think of love, lust, need and desire.
Why was I going to Lucius again? Why was I so eager to jump over his wall, to carefully come into his office room, and to strip down to the nude before him? Was it in spite of what I was taught, or because of what I was taught? Was I loving him, lusting after him, or merely wishing for the taboo?
I didn’t ask Lucius these things. I just came in, and dropped down to wearing nothing, my cock already hard with excitement. He looked up, and pointed his hand to the drawer. “Second row. Put it on, I expect visit.” He said, calmly, expectantly.
I pulled open the drawer, and found a maid outfit. I didn’t protest, I didn’t question, and although it was something new for me, I did try to look as much the maid as the outfit made me. I pointed my butt towards him, asked: “How do I look, Lucius?”
He didn’t even look up fully. “You look fine, you look fine. Now, wait here, my guest should arrive at any moment.” He told me to wait, and so I did. I stood besides his desk, stealing glances at him, how he pored over his texts. I was excited, and my dick was soon erect with excitement.
His guest arrived, and took a seat. They exchanged formalities, and the guest didn’t recognize me and didn’t ask questions. He had sat down in front of Lucius when I got my first order. “Now, I will leave your pleasure in the hands of my lovely maid. If you may…”
I nodded, and knelt down before the guest. His pants were easily pried open, and his cock was soft. I gave it a thorough cleaning, pushing my tongue in all the spots that were hard to clean. I savoured the taste, though most of my attention wandered towards shaking my hips at Lucius in the meantime.
“Ohhh…” The guest cooed out, and I felt his hands on the back of my head, resisting the urge to push me down deeper, to just take my throat like that of a common whore. I wondered what it would be like doing that with Lucius, wished that this was his cock I was pleasing, not that of another man.
I slid the cock out, now already a shimmering rod, hard with the need to fuck someone. I raised myself up, and bent over, facing Lucius and presenting my panties-wearing butt to the guest. If he hadn’t known before, he now would have no doubt that I was a man, my cock revealing me fully. “Please, mister… Use my hole to your liking…” I begged him, my open dress only expanding the voluptiousness of my butt.
The guest stood up, and prodded at my entrance. I had taken if before, but each and every time was nerve-wracking for me. So naughty, so taboo this act was, it was pleasure-giving beyond what was decent. I let out a moan, more desparate than any I had let out with wife or lover as he filled me wholly.
He took hold of me, grasped me in his big, sturdy arms. I felt so full, so wholly pleased, and yet, there was the longing for more. I opened my eyes, and looked at Lucius, longingly. Wordlessly, I showed him my desire for him, enough to surpass even his guest’s pleasure he gave me. I begged silently for him to do the same or more than the guest, for him to get up and to ravage me.
He shook his head, and took to reading a letter once more, one of the few he had already read. “I shouldn’t dissuade you from keeping our guest content, now should I?”
I looked down. I looked down to no longer see him in his eyes, to no longer beg him without speaking up, and I looked down to hide my expression from him. I took back to pleasing the guest, as was asked of me, although he did a fine job taking control. He had gotten into a steady rhythm, rocking me back and forth against the table. His grasp was soft, warm, and yet lacked the kindling spark I had wished for.
Inevitably, the guest filled me with four shots of his best quality. He gasped, and coughed, and pulled out, wiping himself clean with a handkerchief. He sat down on the chair, and I still was there, panting, needing. Wishing to be taken over the edge, wanting to be given more, wanting to be taken by Lucius…
Lucius cleared his throat. “So, if my maid has pleased you enough, I’d love to get to the topic at hand. If you were to leave the two of us alone for now?” He waved his hand, waiting eagerly for me to go wait outside while he had his meeting with the guest I had delayed so surprisingly. Thankingly, I left the room as drip upon drip of the guest’s labour littered the trail I moved. Outside, I didn’t touch myself. Lucius didn’t tell me to, and I didn’t want to get caught in the act by him, only to be admonished.
Some time later, the guest left. As he walked past me, he whispered to me: “If you are up for it, I could give you this pleasure every day. Would you mind to pay a visit for a friend?”
I shook my head and smiled. “I am sorry, but I am only Lucius’ maid. I wouldn’t know what you were to imply.” It was the most polite way I had ever told a person that I wasn’t interested, and I didn’t know why? Was it because the guest expected Lucius’ maid to showcase such an eloquency? Did I just not want to insult a man who had fucked me?
Regardless, the guest left, leaving me alone with Lucius. He still pored over scriptures of various kinds, and still was fully dressed. “Hm?” He looked at me with surprise. “Is something the matter?”
I trembled, shook, but I still pushed out the question on my heart. “Lucius… Please, won’t you fuck me, fill me up?”
He shook his head. “Ugh, heavens no, not like this. You are all sticky and filled with this blot’s expulsions. Maybe another day, but for now, I am not in the mood. However, you are free to go, so you might want to ask that bloatbag to give you a second serving.”
I shook my head, and quietly changed back my clothing. I got out, into the back yard, and over the wall. Behind the wall, I sank down and clutched my heart.
He didn’t do it, he never seemed to actually do it. What was I to him? A pet to please, train and to teach tricks? A stranger, who he only tolerated out of pity?
I took out my petit dick, pulling it free and ceaselessly abusing it with ragged motions. Oh, I was hopeless, still clinging to him, still visiting him. Maybe it was more than lust, maybe it was less than love, but it was a feeling I harbored that only he could satisfy, and only he would satisfy. The only person in the thoughts of self-pleasure I had was him, my Lucius, was the man who commandeered me to please myself before him, ordering me to wear degrading, effeminating clothing, directed me to please others, all the others, only him alone I didn’t please…
And yet, I cum with vigor enough to impregnate a virgin, I squeeze enough virile matter from my dick to make a throat sated. I did so while squealing Lucius’ name, while crying for more, wishing for more.
Part of me wished to just go back, to take what I wanted. But that part also knew that I wouldn’t be happy with it. I would get gratification once and lose everything in turn. I shook my head, raised myself, cleaned up the mess with my mouth, and got back home. Nika was waiting, and dinner was likely in the works, oh if only she had been who I was made to love…
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