Heiress

Joanna: ‘J? Come in.’

I stepped into the mansion near one of the nature reserves in our little red dot, totally out of the way from any main roads or streets. The twenty year old girl showed me the way into the kitchen, where I placed my first carton box of stores for her household. Making a few trips back and forth, she was on her phone throughout to finalise the chores needed to be done, sighing a few times while repeating the tedious tasks.

Me: ‘Okay. It’s all here. You know, I can do it alone if you want. I’m paid to work.’
Joanna: ‘Don’t be silly. See?’

To look up at the ceiling and spot a CCTV was the last thing I imagined anyone would do to their house. How could anyone easily eliminate the pleasure of humping in exotic spots? Unless..

Joanna: ‘My parents are watching. So I gotta work.’

Of course. They probably had solo control over the footage of the cameras. We got around stocking up the toiletries, fresh ingredients into the fridge and replacing all the clothes from the laundry onto the hangers. My job for that day was to stand in for a butler who needed the day off due to sickness, knowing that I couldn’t screw things up too badly without the masters around.

Joanna (shouting): ‘You can take a rest anytime k?’

The fit bodied girl slumped onto the couch with a packet of juice, brows frowning as if she was unwillingly confined to stay home. With a fully stocked kitchen, I couldn’t resist cooking a simple meal of bacon and eggs, piling extra leaves of veggies on her plate.

Me: ‘Here. Eat up.’
Joanna: ‘Bacon?!’
Me: ‘You can’t take them?’
Joanna: ‘No? I love them! My parents forbid me from eating them though.’

She stuffed a long strip of crispy smoked bacon through her lips and shoved the greens after, chewing hungrily unlike her poised state I imagined her to be. Even my share of bacon was gone before I got to them and we were done in no time, leaving the dishes to me while she flipped through a magazine.

Joanna: ‘So you can cook, and do the chores. What else?’
Me: ‘Does reading people count?’
Joanna: ‘Haha! Rex (the sickly butler) totally need some of that. What can you tell about me?’
Me: ‘Hmm.. You try to act cool and outgoing. But you are afraid on the inside.’
Joanna: ‘*sigh* Afraid of?’
Me: ‘Whatever your parents allowed you to do but you have no idea how you will feel after that. You are someone that.. wants someone to guide and lead.’

She collapsed the packet of juice on the counter and walked away from me, footsteps leading up to the stairs and closed her door on me. Most of the work was done for the day and all traces of bacon was removed from their fridge, safely hidden away in a styrofoam box that I was to throw out with old vegetables.

There was no way I could leave her alone after saying what changed her mood, so I went up to her room, only to hear gentle music playing behind the door.

*knock knock*

Joanna: ‘Come in!’

The always-tempting girl had changed out of her old t-shirt and put on a more form-fitting one, pairing pink shorts on her firm ass. Laying lazily on her bed, her iPad caught most of her attention despite my entry.

Me: ‘You alright?’
Joanna: ‘Yeah. You’re right. Sometimes, I’d rather have no freedom and stay with my parents. People out there always disappoints.’
Me: ‘Your ex-boyfriends?’
Joanna: ‘Especially them.’

Right then, she slid her tablet on the bedside desk and patted on her bed, inviting me to sit next to her.

Joanna: ‘So, tell me about you.’
Me: ‘I’m single? And trying to find a job I can settle down for long.’
Joanna: ‘Okay. And.. would you mind if your future girlfriend earns more than you?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’ll do my part to take care of the house then. And the kids if she wants any.’
Joanna: ‘How many kids do you want?’
Me: ‘Three?’
Joanna: ‘Would two do?’

She snuggled right up to me and pressed her head over my arm, sinking into the soft pillows she piled next to me. Picking my other arm, she dropped it on her waist and lifted my elbow higher, pulling her shirt up as my palm slid across her skin.

Joanna: ‘Don’t tell my mum k? I’ve always fantasised about fucking a butler.’
Me: ‘But I have never imagined doing it with someone your status.’

She hushed me on my lips and ran her hand up my shirt, pulling it over my head while I did the same for her. Those bare, perky breasts were results of frequent workouts and they held up well on their own, attracting my fingers to the light brownish tips that protruded so every slightly.

Soon, she was wriggling her fingers into my shorts and boxers, meeting my eager dick that was reaching out to her. Our clothes needed no invite to GTFO and our hands were all over each other quickly, feeling every curves that made our minds even more beautiful.

Me (whispering): ‘Lie down first.’
Joanna (whispering): ‘Like this?’

Her crossed feet did little to hide her shyness once I pried them apart, lying on my belly between those long legs of hers. Just as my mouth reached her gorgeously waxed groin, she covered her genitals to get my attention.

Joanna: ‘Why would you go down on me first?’
Me: ‘It’s a butler’s job to please?’
Joanna: ‘No. Seriously.’
Me: ‘I just thought I should please the lady first. I am kinda honoured you didn’t mind my background.’

She moved her hand to a side and let her other hand joined, spreading her labia to the sticky strands of horniness. Immediately, I poked my tongue at her clit and licked up all the juices, replacing it with my saliva. As wet as she could get, her moans echoed like the soft music playing and I took my time sucking on that pearl. Her legs opened almost to a split with increasing tongue flicks, all the while responding to my each move.

Joanna (whispering): ‘J.. that’s enough. I can’t cum like this.’

I gracefully lift myself up and crawled over her body, where she moved away so I could lie down. This time, she resumed the position I was in earlier and stroked my shaft delicately, eyes observing every grooves and bumps on it. The moment she landed a kiss on it, I took a deep breath and then felt her sink down my cock.

It felt never-ending to my exhaling breath, until she slipped those pinkish lips out to the tip again. My breaths unconsciously got synchronised with her tempo, experiencing meditation-level breathing with each deadly stroke of hers. None of us rushed anyone, and we just took our time to enjoy the sensual moans that our bodies made instinctively.

Me (whispering): ‘Joan.. ‘
Joanna (panting): ‘Hnhhh.. I like sucking you.’
Me: ‘Let’s leave that for next time.’

I got out of bed and let her back to her spot, where she opened the drawer under her iPad to a black pouch. A condom came out of it and she unwrapped it for me, watching me fumble in excitement to get it on. Once ready, her legs spread for me to enter and our eyes met in deep passionate gaze, savouring every inch that I pierced into her pussy.

How could words describe the warmth, and the comfort she gave. The slow, crawling fingers that climbed up my cheeks, held me like a confused toddler. The calmness in her mind was something that amazed the both of us for a full thirty seconds of stillness.

I tucked my arms under her knees to raise them out of the way, before jutting my hips at her pussy. Rhythmically, I set the pace for the start of the race and she simply moaned every few strokes in. Her feet was pushing me deeper as I picked up speed, plunging deeper with less romance and more lust.

Her legs closed very slowly to my guidance till her knees touched, and my cock was engulfed in a compact zone of softness. Now sitting on my bum, I jerked in tiny motion at her ass to stimulate her G-spot, driving her wild all of a sudden with vigour. Grabbing the sheets that we just changed, the ends came loose as she bit on her fists, groaning in an agonising expression to my forceful short bursts of thrusts.

Joanna (moaning): ‘Oh noooo.. ‘

She let a constipated look signal me to do whatever needed to be done for an incoming orgasm. Naturally, I pressed on her thighs harder to raise her ass off the bed, leaning forward to hold them in place while I pound the life out of her athletic frame.

Joanna: ‘Stop stop stop!’

The tight grip on my forearm hurt a little but did not stop me at all. Changing to the shallower jerks, her legs gave way and opened up for me, sending me over her body and then restrained in her bear hug. My cock was milked for its life as her body trembled, heels pushing me as deep as I could reach into her pussy.

For the next minute or so, we remained in that position till her legs fell away, arms following suit before her head relaxed in near unconscious state.

Me: ‘Joanna?’

Her eyelids barely opened to my call and I was out of her in a long while. Very weakly, she turned her body over and raised her butt, knees closing together to aid her change of position.

Joanna (panting): ‘Fuck me till you cum.’
Me: ‘You got it.’

I placed my knees near her feet and poked my cock at her hole. Carefully guiding her backwards, her pussy sank over my cock and stopped in its tracks. Holding that bubbly hips of hers, I went to work and slammed my hips on her ass, shoving my cock fast and furious into her.

Muffled moans went into her pillow as I hammered her, feeling my cock ached as her orgasms tightened her love hole. In this new position, I could sense there wasn’t much waiting to do.

Me (whispering): ‘I’m gonna cum soon.’
Joanna: ‘I’m waiting for you.’

With my last burst of energy, I picked her waist up and vibrated my hips at her, thrusting at my yet fastest speed into that closing hole. In less than a minute, my mind was sucked dry of energy when my cum sprayed into the semen balloon, waking her up in surprise with so much heat in the condom.

Joanna: ‘You didn’t take off that condom right?’
Me: ‘No why?’
Joanna: ‘Cause it’s super warm and full inside.’

She fell back onto the bed after that, leaving me to recover my strength and extracting my softened cock out of her worn out pussy. We returned to her bed once I was done and she helped me removed the condom, sagging at the tip from the huge load I deposited.

Tying it up and leaving it on her belly, I turned to her for a cuddle and she held up her tits for me to suck on.

Joanna: ‘I’ll ask my parents if you can be my personal butler. They have another house, but they also know I cannot manage it on my own.’

Me: ‘Don’t you want to stay with them?’
Joanna: ‘They already gave me a big hint when they gave me the title deed. I’m sure you can make me feel comfortable in a special way.’

At five o’clock, Rex came back looking well to make dinner for the family. By then, Joanna and I were on our way into town, for a penthouse apartment of a condo that was already furnished to her liking.

So, I’ve got a job as a butler, for a heiress who worked from home to make a justifiable living. Turns out, the patio would be our favourite place to get our daily rounds of exercise.

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