AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. In the first chapter, Jeffery Stump, the butler at Senator Anderson's home, hypnotized Gina, the young maid, and had his way with her. EDITOR's NOTE - Part one of this story can be found at: Chapter 1. |
Jeffery couldn't believe he had successfully hypnotized the young maid. But the butler wondered if he had gone too far by having sex with the sweet girl. He took Gina's virginity... her innocence. But when he remembered hearing her use words that she would never have before, remembered her sucking his cock and fucking her, and her eating his cum even though she admitted she didn't like the taste, the blood rushed to his cock. At least he had the decency to pull out and not impregnate the young girl.
Jeffery was thinking about Gina when he collided with the Senator's wife as they both turned the same corner walking from different directions. Savannah, being smaller and lighter, took the brunt of the impact and fell backwards onto the marble floor.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am," the butler apologized, offering his employer his extended hand.
"Get away from me, you jerk!" the uppity woman berated him. "Why don't you watch where you're going?! You'd think this was your house!"
Jeffery's blood began to boil in his veins. He grew up being a servant, but never got used to being subservient. His fists clenched to control his anger, knowing his place. After Mrs. Anderson got to her feet she intentionally banged into the butler as she stormed past him. He obediently turned his body to make more room for Savannah and watched her tight ass as she walked away.
"If only I could hypnotize that bitch," the butler muttered under his breath, and then quickly looked around to make sure no one heard him.
That night Jeffery spent several hours alone in the library. He searched through the book on hypnosis and discovered the subject didn't have to be an active participant. If the person was tired enough to accept suggestions from the hypnotist, then they could be put under without their cooperation. That gave Jeffery an idea.
Savannah Anderson and her husband had separate bedrooms. It was what Savannah wanted so the much older senator agreed. At his age he didn't desire sex often but, when he did, his trophy wife usually consented. Jeffery was still fuming when Mrs. Anderson called for him to bring her a warm brandy. The butler carried the familiar drink on a silver tray to his employer's bedroom. He found Savannah lying on her bed in an expensive silk robe with a feathery collar, cuffs, belt, and hem. One arm was draped across her forehead.
"Hurry up with that drink," the bitch said impatiently when the butler entered her lavish bedroom, "my head is killing me.
Jeffery offered the tray to his employer as he had been trained his whole life. He watched as Savannah took the brandy glass and brought it to her lips. The smooth liquid slowly disappeared down her throat. He apprehensively waited to see if she recognized the taste of the tranquilizer he had crushed and mixed in the liquid.
"That's all," Savannah said, flicking her hand in a gesture for the butler to leave.
Jeffery smartly turned on his heels and left the room. Once the door was closed he placed his hand on the wall and leaned against it, taking deep breaths. He hadn't realized how scared he had been.
Jeffery waited a few hours and then returned to Savannah's bedroom. He tapped on the door, but didn't hear a response. He concocted a story that he was going to use if she was alert and asked why he came into her bedroom unannounced, and then slowly turned the doorknob. Opening the door, Jeffery peeked around it and looked into the room. Mrs. Anderson was still lying on the bed. She looked like she was asleep.
The butler wondered if he had given her too much of the drug. He knew he was risking his career... his livelihood... but he was determined to go through with it. Breathing hard, the butler entered the bedroom and silently closed the door behind him. He almost tiptoed to the side of the bed.
"Huh? Who's there?" Savannah said in a very groggy voice.
"It's Stump, ma'am," he replied, respectfully.
"What do you want?" she said very, very slowly, as if almost talking in her sleep.
It was now or never! "You asked me to come up and read you a story," the butler lied.
"I did? I don't remember. I'm tired... very tired."
"Ma'am, you insisted."
"Okay then, anything to leave me alone. I'm so tired."
Jeffery opened the book he had brought with him, but he didn't read from it. He talked very slowly in a monotonous voice, telling Mrs. Anderson to relax and fall into a deep sleep. He saw her eyes flutter and then her eyelids seemed too heavy to keep up.
Jeffery stepped back. Mrs. Anderson was asleep. He didn't know if she was hypnotized or if it was the tranquilizer. He told her to open her eyes, which she instantly did.
"Mrs. Anderson, stick your finger in your nose," Jeffery said, and took a step backward expecting her to punch him for being so rude.
To his amazement, the well bred woman stuck her finger in her nose. He doubted if she had ever done such a disgusting thing, even as a child. He had to take the next step.
"Mrs. Anderson, squeeze your tits."
Savannah's hands cupped her breasts and squeezed until her butler told her to stop. Jeffery was now convinced his employer was under.
"Mrs. Anderson, your clothes are on fire. You have to get them off before you burn."
Jeffery stepped back as Savannah sat up and clawed at her robe's belt. She was whimpering as if in pain as she pulled her robe off and threw it aside. Then she tried pulling her expensive nightgown over her head, but she couldn't do it fast enough. With a strength that she didn't have, Savannah grabbed the neckline of her nightgown and pulled it... ripping the expensive silk. She tore at her nightgown until it was shredded and then tossed it onto the floor. The beautiful senator's wife was writhing on the bed, patting her hands all over her naked body as if trying to put out the fire.
"Mrs. Anderson, you are safe now," her butler informed her. "You are not burning anymore."
Jeffery witnessed an instant change in Savannah's demeanor. Her body came to rest and she lay quietly on the bed. Jeffery admired her beautiful hourglass body, large breasts, and shaved pussy. The senator's wife shaved her muff!!
"Mrs. Anderson, you are very excited and need sexual relief. You are alone and have to do it yourself."
Jeffery noticed Savannah's nipples stiffen before she even touched them. But they were not neglected for long as her manicured fingers squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Then a hand went between her legs, inserting a finger inside her bald beaver. Soon she was moaning as her finger worked its magic, getting slicker and slicker. Jeffery had pulled his hard cock out of his pants and was jerking off watching the beautiful senator's wife masturbate before him. But all too soon her body convulsed as she came in front of her butler.
"Mrs. Anderson, you are very thirsty," Jeffery said, and then saw her lips smack as if it was so. "The only thing that will quench your thirst right now is Stump's sperm. You will suck it out of his cock and swallow it... and then you won't be thirsty anymore."
Jeffery saw Savannah's eyes lock on his hard cock jutting from his trousers and then lick her lips. She got out of bed and dropped to her knees in front of her butler. But when she reached for his cock, Jeffery stepped away. The distraught woman, who felt like she was dying of thirst, knee-walked towards him and reached for his cock again. But he stepped away. It was comical the way the uppity woman crawled around the room naked, chasing her butler's cock.
"Stop!" Jeffery called out.
Savannah came to a halt. Jeffery pulled off his pants and underwear, while the senator's wife stared longingly at his cock. He then got on her bed, on his back, and grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling them upwards until his knees were almost at his chest, raising his ass high. He looked through his legs and saw Savannah standing nude, staring at his cock.
"Mrs. Anderson, do you want to drink my sperm?"
"Yes, I must have it. I'm so thirsty."
"Come over here," Jeffery said, and Savannah's frozen body scurried over to him. "You can drink my sperm out of my cock..." Jeffery snapped his cock from Savannah's fingers when she reached for it, "if you lick my asshole first."
Jeffery purposefully didn't give Savannah a command to lick his asshole. In her hypnotic state, she would have been compelled to do it. But this way she had a choice. Not really since she thought she needed her butler's sperm to survive, but she still had to do it on her own accord.
"I can't," she said, wrestling with her emotions.
"Then you can't drink my sperm."
"I must! Please let me suck your cock," the snobby woman begged her butler. "I will make you feel good. I really know how to suck cock. I need your sperm and will suck your cock to get it. Please let me suck your cock."
The butler couldn't believe the senator's wife was begging him to let her suck his cock. And she promised it would be the best blow-job he ever had. She said she was the best cocksucker and he made a mental note to probe her later to find out how she got that skill. But right now he wanted to humiliate her like she always humiliated him.
"Mrs. Anderson, you will have to lick my asshole before you can suck my cock. That's the only way you will get my sperm. Make up your mind fast because I will soon be leaving."
Jeffery saw the panic cross Savannah's face. She knew that she would die of thirst if her butler left. She had to drink his sperm. But she didn't know how to convince him. Then she resigned to the fact that there was only one way... but it was to do a degrading, disgusting act.
Jeffery saw his employer place her hands on the mattress on either side of him and lean forward, pressing her face to his hairy ass. He couldn't believe it. Mrs. Anderson, the powerful senator's wife, had her face pressed against his buttocks. And then he felt her tongue licking inside his crack. She was doing it. Her tongue located his asshole and she licked it.
"That's it, bitch, lick my asshole. Yeah, like that. Stick your tongue inside and wiggle it around. Oh shit... yeah!!"
When Jeffery got tired holding up his legs, he leg them drop. The impact knocked Savannah onto her ass. The butler smiled knowing it was a lot different this time than earlier in the hall when they collided.
"Okay, Mrs. Anderson, you can suck my cock."
Savannah jumped up and grabbed her butler's dick. She stuffed it in her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth. She used every bit of skill she had to bring his sperm out. Her head bobbed up and down and soon her lips were pressed against her butler's pubic hairs. Jeffery was shocked to see her deep-throat him. He snickered thinking she really was a great cocksucker.
Watching his employer suck his cock was too much for him. The great feeling of her experienced mouth and tongue didn't help to hold back his orgasm either. He let go, shooting his hot goo into Savannah's mouth. He watched her cheeks as she sucked more and more of his sperm out of his cock and noisily swallowed it. Only when no more came forth did Savannah release his cock, still swallowing what remained in her mouth.
When they were done, Jeffery gave Savannah instructions that she would always crave him sexually when she saw him. She wouldn't know why, and she would believe it beneath herself, but she wouldn't be able to resist her urges. Of course she would be subtle about it, not letting others see. He also implanted the trigger word of "pussy-snob" in her mind which would bring her back into the hypnotic trance. He then told her to dress in a different nightgown and woke her up, causing her to fall asleep immediately. The dutiful butler then gathered up the shredded nightgown to throw out, and carefully draped her robe on the back of a chair before he left.
The next day, Savannah Anderson was in turmoil every time she saw her butler. She didn't understand her feelings. She knew that if he had told her to spread her legs so that he could fuck her she would do it. Hell, she wanted to do it. And she would have if other people weren't always around.
Whenever she could, Savannah brushed up against her butler, rubbing her body against his. Right now she felt like she'd burst if she didn't have him, but her stepson was in the same room as them. Even so, she risked it all by leaning against her butler's back, smashing her tits against him. She felt her nipples harden and wondered if they would poke through her clothes. And her pussy was so wet she was afraid her stepson would smell her arousal.
Savannah waited impatiently for her butler to move to another room where she could follow him and hopefully find him alone, but he stayed put. Her son kept looking at her strangely.
"Stump, please come with me," Savannah said in her usual commanding voice in order not to raise suspicion.
"Where to, ma'am?" her butler asked, toying with his uppity boss.
"Um...to..." Savannah stumbled, not expecting her butler to question her. "I... I have... um...."
"Mom, are you okay?" her stepson asked.
"John, just fine. Stump, I need your help in my room."
"Do you want me to help you, Mom?" John asked.
"NO!!" Savannah yelled, frustrated. "Sorry, I... I just need Stump right now. Come along, Stump."
Jeffery followed Savannah up to her massive bedroom where she closed the door and jumped him, wrapping her arms around him.
"Ma'am, please!!" Jeffery said indignantly, but with a smirk on his face.
"I can't help it," Savannah explained, "I need you."
"Yes ma'am, that's why I'm here. How can I help you?" he said in his most distinguished butler's voice.
"Fuck me, damn-it!! I want your cock inside me."
Savannah had wrapped one leg around her butler and was shamelessly grinding her pussy into his hip. She was frantically tearing at his clothes, trying to get him naked. She had an attraction to her butler that she didn't understand.
"What am I doing?" she thought to herself. "I'm acting like I'm beneath this servant." Then she thought, "Yes, I want to be beneath this servant while he fucks me. God, I'm so hot!"
Savannah had pulled Jeffery's jacket partly off and unknotted his tie. She was pulling at the buttons on his shirt. By now her summer dress was up around her waist as she ground her panty-covered pussy against his leg. She was like a dog in heat, humping anything.
"What are you waiting for?" Savannah said impatiently, not successfully undoing the buttons to his shirt. "I want you to fuck me. Don't you understand?"
Jeffery pushed his employer away. His jacket was hanging from one shoulder, his tie undone, and his shirttails half out of his pants. He no longer looked like the distinguished butler.
Jeffery stared at the panting woman and said, "I will fuck you but...."
"But what?" Savannah cried out, irritated.
"You will have to earn it. First show me what you got to offer."
The wife of the wealthy, powerful senator was used to getting her way. She was exacerbated that her servant would talk to her that way. But she desired him so much that she quickly removed her clothes and stood before him totally naked. Mrs. Anderson felt like a slave from the South's "good old days" when the Africans were put on display. But she wanted to be picked so she put her hands on her hips, pushed out her chest, and spread her legs. She prayed her body was satisfactory to her butler.
"Turn around," the butler said to his employer. Savannah did a pirouette. "No, turn so your back is to me," he clarified. Savannah spun around, facing away from him. "Okay, look at me through your legs."
Savannah couldn't believe she was being asked to do such a humiliating thing, but she surprised herself by complying. Her legs spread a little more for balance and she bent at the waist, pushing her backside out and looking between her legs. She saw her butler staring at her ass and pussy and thought she'd die of shame. But at the same time, she wanted him to want her.
Savannah was pleased to see her butler remove his clothes. She held her shameful position, waiting for him to undress and take her. When he was naked, Jeffery walked up to Savannah and rubbed her ass-cheeks. Then he slapped her on one buttock. Savannah stood up and spun around.
"What the hell are you doing?" she scolded her servant.
"Do you want me to get dressed and leave?" Jeffery asked calmly.
"No, no. For god's sake, no," she said in a panic.
'Then bend over again and stop bitching."
As humiliating as it was, Savannah didn't want her butler to leave. She turned around and bent over again. This time when she felt the sting of his hand on her ass she bit her lip, but didn't complain. She was naked in her bedroom, bent over, allowing her butler to spank her.
Jeffery looked at Mrs. Anderson's pink ass-cheeks and felt satisfied. He dropped to his knees and looked between her legs at the pained face staring back at him. Her large breasts were hanging down so he told her to put one in her mouth and suck on it. He watched the snobby bitch do just that. Bent over with her rosy ass-cheeks sticking in the air, the senator's wife sucked on her own breast. Then she did the same to the other one when her butler told her to.
Jeffery was pleased with what he saw between Savannah's spread legs. Not only was her gorgeous nude body on display for him, he was degrading her. Its effect was a raging hard-on. The butler stood up and looked at the shaved pussy lips spread a little from her obscene position. He pointed his dick at her opening and pushed in about halfway and then waited, staring at his cock inside the senator's wife's pussy.
"Please, let's go to the bed and do this right?" Savannah pleaded.
"You want me to take my cock out of your cunt?" Jeffrey taunted his employer.
"Only until we're in bed."
"If I take it out I won't be putting it back in," Jeffery threatened.
"Oh no! I didn't mean that! It's just that this so hu..." Savannah was about to say humiliating, but quickly changed it, "uncomfortable."
The butler shoved his cock all the way in and Mrs. Anderson had to put her hands on the floor to keep from falling forward. Jeffery felt her vagina muscles gripping his cock, urging him on, but he didn't move.
"You take it this way or not at all," Jeffery gave her the ultimatum.
"Okay, do it like this. I don't care anymore. I just want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me now."
Savannah couldn't believe she was begging her servant to fuck her. She was bent over, knees straight, ass sticking up, hands on the floor supporting her weight, and her butler was standing behind her nude body with his cock inside her cunt. She had never felt so much humiliation, but continued to degrade herself by begging him to fuck her. But when she felt her butler's hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy, it was all worth it. She would do anything to have him fuck her. She didn't understand why, but there was something about her butler that turned her on.
Jeffery fucked Mrs. Anderson hard. He didn't care if she enjoyed it... he was getting off on humiliating her. He was holding onto her hips when he slid a hand over her still pink buttock and stuck his thumb into her asshole. He heard Savannah's groan from the discomfort and the shame of having her servant's finger in her ass, but she didn't complain verbally. Jeffery moved his thumb in and out a few times, but then concentrated on his fucking. It was all too much for him and he began shooting his hot spunk inside the senator's wife's pussy.
"I haven't cum!" Savannah cried out in frustration when her butler pulled his cock out.
"Where's your digital camera?" Jeffery asked, ignoring her quandary.
"Um... it's in the office... I think."
"Go get it."
"What? Now? But I haven't c...."
"I said now, then we'll talk about your orgasm."
Savannah stood up and looked for her clothes. She located them and lifted her dress off the floor.
"Go naked," Jeffery told her.
"I... I can't. People are in the house. They'll see me," she cried out in panic.
"Go as you are or I won't be here when you return."
Savannah didn't like either option, but her butler leaving was the worse of the two. She cupped her leaking pussy with one hand and went to the door. Opening it, Savannah peeked outside to see if her stepson or any of the servants were around. Then she dashed out of the room. Jeffery looked into the hall to see his uppity employer running naked through her house with her hand holding her pussy. She was frantically looking this way and that, afraid that someone would see her. When she came back into Jeffery's sight, she was carrying a camera and still holding her pussy. Her large breasts were bouncing as she ran. When she came back into the room she collapsed on the floor, dropped the camera, and cupped her face in her hands. She was breathing hard from her run... and the fear of being caught... and began crying into her hands from humiliation and relief.
When Savannah pulled herself together, she lowered her hands. She felt something on her face and looked at her palms. One was covered in the slimy sperm of her butler that had leaked from her pussy, and she realized she had placed it on her face. Using the back of her hand she wiped off as much as she could from her cheek.
Jeffery couldn't refrain from giggling as he stared at the senator's wife. Savannah looked up at him -- looking down at her -- and cringed. She felt used and cheap.
"Where are you going?" Jeffery asked when Savannah stood up and began walking.
"I... I have to... um, go to the bathroom."
The excitement and running had its effect on the woman, and her bladder needed relieving. She entered the huge bathroom but stopped when she realized her butler had followed her in.
"I have to, um... tinkle," she said, very embarrassed to tell her servant something so personal.
"Good, I want to watch."
"WHAT?!"
"In fact, I want a picture of that." Savannah was about to say something when her butler said, "How many times do we have to go through this? You do everything I say or else I'm leaving. Is that understood?" Savannah lowered her eyes and nodded her head. "Okay, I want to see your piss coming out so don't sit on the toilet. Squat over it so I can see everything.
Savannah wondered if she could die from embarrassment. But she looked at the nude body of her butler and desired him. She hadn't orgasmed and needed to make love to him. No, that was ridiculous. She needed to fuck him! If this is what it took to achieve that, then she'd do it. Mrs. Anderson lifted the seat and straddled the toilet. She saw her butler staring at her and blushed. But then she gasped when he pointed the digital camera.
"Oh no! You can't!" she squealed.
"Looks like you can't," Jeffery chuckled.
Savannah blushed again and then saw the flash. He was taking pictures of her very compromising position. She pushed and pushed, trying to encourage the flow to begin. Finally, a slight squirt came out and then another. Savannah relaxed her bladder and the strong stream began, splashing into the toilet. She saw several flashes and knew her butler had captured her pissing. When the flow subsided, Savannah quickly wiped herself, embarrassed that her butler got a picture of that as well.
"Please, can you fuck me now?" Savannah asked.
Jeffery didn't answer, but simply turned and walked to the bed. Savannah silently followed him like a dog would its master. Jeffery turned and sat on the side of the bed. Savannah stopped in her tracks and waited.
"Suck me first," Jeffery said.
Savannah looked at her butler's dick and noticed the dried cum on it. "Please wash it first."
"No, just suck it clean. If you get me hard I will fuck you."
Savannah dropped to her knees between her servant's spread legs and grabbed his dirty dick. She put it in her mouth and made a face. It was obvious it disgusted her. But to her delight, her butler's cock hardened in her mouth. When it was stiff, Savannah let it go and jumped onto the bed, spreading her legs in anticipation. To her shock, her butler lied down next to her. She just stared at him.
"I'm tired. You get on top." When Savannah didn't respond, her butler added, "You better hurry before it gets soft. If it does, I'm leaving."
Savannah moved like she was shot from a cannon. She climbed on top of her servant and stuffed his cock into her pussy. As she lowered herself, Jeffery watched his cock disappear inside her hairless cunt. When he looked up, Mrs. Anderson's expression showed desire. She began moving up and down on her butler's cock.
"Oh thank you... it feels so good," Savannah cried out. "I needed this. I... I need your cock inside me all the time. My god, it feels so good."
Jeffery put his hands behind his head and just lay there while Mrs. Anderson did all the work. His indifference upset her, but she needed to be fucked by him so she worked harder, hoping to get a reaction from her servant. But he just lay there, as if he didn't want to fuck her. Savannah shut her eyes tight, not being able to see her servant staring up at her. It was as if her butler was scorning her.
Savannah felt something against her pussy -- other than the cock inside her. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her butler had moved his hand to his crotch and pressed his index finger against his cock. As Savannah moved up and down the shaft, more and more of his finger slipped inside her... next to the dick. Soon she was riding both his cock and his finger. She never felt anything that wide inside her and was afraid it would do damage, but she needed to orgasm so she kept bouncing up and down on it. Then she felt the same thing on the other side. He used his index finger on his other hand in the same manner. Before she knew it, Mrs. Anderson's pussy was stretched wider than she thought possible. She was sliding up and down on her butler's cock and two fingers. But just then she pushed all the way down and humped her pelvis as her orgasm overpowered her. She was cumming.
When Savannah's climax ended, she was going to get up, but Jeffery grabbed her and threw her onto her back. When Mrs. Anderson was on her back, her butler pulled her legs up and pushed them to her chest. Savannah couldn't move while her butler entered her and pounded his cock in and out of her cunt. It didn't take Jeffery long to cum, and soon he was once again filling the senator's wife's pussy with his sperm.
When Jeffery finished cumming he pulled out and wiped his wet cock on the inside of Mrs. Anderson's thigh. Then he backed away, letting her legs drop to the mattress. Without uttering a word, the butler slowly dressed and left Mrs. Anderson panting on the bed... his sperm oozing from her sore pussy.
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