gentleman's servant

He kisses me as soon as the door closes, and then tries to unbutton me.

I hesitated, but pushed him away.

"My lord, you can't do this." I said, "This is too presumptuous."

"I...I love you." The baron hit my weak spot without reservation.

I looked into his fiery eyes, and it was hard to say no.

"The day before yesterday and yesterday, after you left, I couldn't sleep all night, thinking about you all the time." Like a child, he confessed everything to me: "What about you? Do you miss me? Owen, tell me."

My heart was sore and astringent, and for a moment I felt that it was up to him, he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he was happy.

He took off my clothes and pushed me down on the table.

The tabletop was very cold, and my skin suddenly touched, and I couldn't help shivering.

The baron leaned over, eagerly kissed, stroked, and then inserted, and waited until it was expanded enough, then he couldn't wait to push in and out.

His desire penetrated into my body, and then pulled out, the process was so intense that it was unbearable.

"I love you, I love you." He kept whispering in my ear.

"Ah...um...don't...my lord...stop..." I twisted my body impatiently.

"...Ai, Lord Albert." I climaxed calling his name.

The baron suddenly hugged me tightly, and started biting at my neck. After he climaxed, he took off each other's clothes, hugged me naked, and leaned on a sofa.

The previous two times I had sex, I had either covered my eyes, or in the dark of night, hadn't seen us making love to each other at all.Suddenly looking at each other like this during the day, I couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to my face, and I closed my eyes subconsciously.

The baron asked me softly: "Why don't you look at me? You covered your eyes the first time. Do you think my body is ugly?"

I hurriedly opened my eyes, looked at him and said, "You know I haven't thought about it that way."

But he laughed, kissed my cheek and said, "So are you embarrassed?"

I looked at him flushed and didn't answer, our chests were pressed against each other, and I could feel his heart beating fast.

And he stared at me blankly, suddenly felt the sensation again, opened my legs like crazy and pushed in.

I wanted to calm him down, but it was too late, and by the time he lay on top of me, panting heavily, my legs were already sticky.

This red sofa is messed up by our love juice.

And he is still buried in my body, unwilling to leave.

"You know, I've read about it in books, and I've tried it myself, but none of it compares to..." He stroked me and kissed me: "I've never been an indulgent person, but I I can't help myself, sorry..."

"It's okay, you don't have to apologize." I said out of breath, because I was still immersed in the aftertaste of the orgasm just now, my voice became disfigured, and I couldn't imagine myself making such...a voice.

In fact, it is the first time for a man to do this kind of thing, he will be a little unrestrained, not to mention that he has lived like a monk for so many years.

"It's not that no one courted me before. You know some brothels ... have male prostitutes, but I don't want to touch them." The baron looked me in the eye and said, "I only hang out with people I like, But I never knew that being with someone I love is such a joy."

After speaking, he began to rub desire in my wet asshole again.

Hugging each other like this, it is too easy to arouse desire, even if it is just a small friction, it may be uncontrollable.

"My... my lord..." I called out to him in embarrassment.

He stopped and looked at me, his long hair falling by my ear, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks.

"We... let's... stop..." I discussed with him.

If this goes on like this, it’s almost impossible to stop. He has pressed me for several times, teasing me for a while, doing it once, teasing me for a while, doing it again...

There was a muffled laugh in his chest, and then he pressed on my sensitive spot, until it made my desire high again, tossing and turning on him unbearably, but he suddenly pulled out his penis maliciously, let go of me and said: "Okay Ah, let's stop."

I was so ashamed for a moment, my legs were spread wide, and the middle was full of semen. This appearance must be extremely ugly.

Trembling, I stood up and went to get dressed.

Just took two steps, he hugged me from behind, he caressed me like crazy, kissed me, and then inserted from behind.

"Angry? I was joking with you, I thought you would beg me..." He pushed in excitedly, and then slowly pulled out.

"Ah... ah... ah..." I couldn't bear this strong stimulation, my legs became weaker and weaker, I could only lean on him and let him do whatever he wanted.

Then we fell on this sofa and lingered unrestrainedly all morning, until someone knocked on the door and informed the Baron that lunch was ready, I pushed him away in panic and quickly picked up the clothes on the ground.

Don't worry, no one dares to come in without permission. "He didn't want to end yet, so he came to pester me again.

"My lord, if you do this again, I...I'm going to get angry." I have been playing with him unscrupulously all morning.It would be too bad not to say no, he looks like someone who will push an inch.

"Okay." He dawdled to get dressed, kissed my ear and said, "Let's go to dinner and continue in the afternoon."

My scalp was numb for a while, and I wanted to say no, but I couldn't say it.

He is my master, I am used to obeying everything to him...

"My lord...we...we...don't..." I looked at him expectantly.

"Wrong, you want to call me by my name." He touched my butt in dissatisfaction, and then walked out of the study with a smile: "Next time you call me wrong, I will punish you."

He finally left, I sat down tiredly, and saw a puddle of liquid on the sofa at a glance, my whole heart beat nervously, and I hurriedly found something to wipe it off.

It ended up leaving a big stain on the red velvet couch, which I rubbed and rubbed to no avail.

I was still working on the stain when the Baron returned from his meal.

"What are you doing?" He hugged me from behind, touched my buttocks with his hands, and said softly, "Seduce me here? Do you know that your trouser seam is wet... "

As he said that, he unbuttoned his clothes again, then impatiently took off my pants, hugged me and kissed and touched me.

I said dejectedly: "My lord...this sofa is dirty..."

The baron seemed to be more speechless than me: "You didn't go to eat, just wipe the cushion here?"

My face turned red instantly: "Someone will ask me, if the housekeeper or Billy sees it, how should I answer?"

"Just say we had a great day here," he teases me.

Seeing that I was really anxious, he smiled and said, "Just say I knocked over the teacup."

"It's not like the tea was spilled." I sighed, knelt down and continued to wipe.

"It's what I say." He leaned over and pecked my lips.

Then he pressed me on the sofa and lifted one of my legs: "It's all dirty anyway, it doesn't matter if it gets a little dirty, let's do it again, and I'll ask the kitchen to bring food for you poor little one."

Then he messed around with me all afternoon.

Sure enough, when Hilton's butler came in to report the manor, he saw the suspicious sofa.

I was so nervous that I was sweating, but God didn't hear my prayer.

The Hilton butler pointed to this sofa and asked me: "What's going on? How did it get dirty?"

"Uh..." I glanced at the baron in a panic, and he sat there expressionless, as if he had nothing to do with him.

"My lord... overturned the teacup." I said hesitantly.

The butler frowned, but didn't say anything else, and left the room behind him, seeming to accept the explanation.

While I breathed a sigh of relief, the baron laughed smugly, and he looked at me playfully, which annoyed me.

Not long after, the housekeeper sent someone to move the sofa.

I was so ashamed and angry that I didn't dare to look into anyone's eyes for a while, for fear of seeing the clear look in their eyes.

But I was worrying unnecessarily. I scared myself. It is very rare for a man to be with a man, let alone a serious baron.

Perhaps it was because of tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, the baron was so excited that he couldn't leave me.

He seized all the free and private time to be intimate with me. If it wasn't for the servants who had access control, I'm afraid he wouldn't even let me go at night.

Our relationship suddenly became gluey, and a few days ago, I could not have imagined that we would develop into what we are now.

He clings to me almost all the time, talking about love day and night, such an eagerly developing relationship makes me feel messy, and I can't even bear it, because his feelings are too strong.

When Billy returned two days later, I was terrified by his carefulness.

He whispered to me at the time: "Did you notice when you were serving the baron to change..."

With an embarrassed look on his face, he hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say what he found.

"Find what..." I asked.

Because I am also the baron's personal servant, Billy finally made up his mind, and whispered to me: "When I waited for the baron to take a bath, I saw his back, uh...how to say...you know... "

My heart jumped in my throat, lest he say what suddenly occurred to me and Billy's words still hit me.

"There are a lot of scratches." Billy exhaled, and finally said it.

I'm in a cold sweat, wondering if there is?Did I catch him?

"It's like...you understand?" he said awkwardly.

"Hmm..." I had nothing to say and hummed.

"Huh..." Billy breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally found someone to talk to, he said, "Do you think it will be? You understand."

"Um……"

"Did anything happen during my absence?" Billy asked curiously, "Is it with any lady? Miss Margaret? Miss Catherine? Or that maid?"

"Hmm..." I said dryly, "I... I don't know, the baron likes to be alone sometimes."

As soon as the lie was uttered, I pretended to be calm and said: "The baron is a grown man, and he had sex with a lady. It's not surprising, is it?"

"But..." Billy looked puzzled: "As far as I know, the baron has never had a close relationship with any lady. He is very clean and self-conscious. There are a bunch of women who come to his door for free. He has never accepted .Who is it this time? She actually managed to climb into the baron's bed, maybe she will be our future mistress. No wonder the baron asked me to go home, he must have a private date with this lady."

"..." I was speechless for a long time, thinking that I could no longer please the baron casually, and if I continued like this, I would definitely be discovered.

But how should I refuse him?

When facing him, I can't say no firmly at all. First, I owe him all the time, and I always feel soft-hearted and guilty when facing him, so I can't refuse any request from him; second, he is my master, and I almost Never said no to any of his needs.

This morning the Baron was in his study to receive a visitor, but he had been absent-minded.

The guest opposite him is the cowherd on the manor, chatting endlessly about the autumn harvest.

"The village to the west has a total of forty cows. We will gather all the cows during the autumn harvest and gather them in the cowshed..."

The baron leaned back on the chair, seemingly listening to his report, but in fact his eyes kept turning to me, and he saw where I went.

"My lord, what do you think?" The cowherd asked nervously.

"..." The baron said nothing.

"grown ups?"

"..." The baron remained silent.

The cowherd became even more nervous, thinking that the baron was not satisfied with his proposal, he panicked and clutched the hem of his clothes tightly, like a child who got a wrong answer in class and was at a loss.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I brought black tea and put it on their table, and then said to the baron, "My lord, this is really a good proposal, isn't it?"

In fact, servants are absolutely not allowed to interrupt when the masters are receiving guests, and they even have to pretend that they do not exist at all, and even the sound of footsteps is not allowed to appear.But I had to interrupt, and if this continues, even I will be out of breath.

Only now did the baron realize that he had lost his composure. He took a sip from his teacup, nodded and said, "Yes, your proposal is very good, let's do it this way."

Relieved, the cowherd got up and bowed to him to say goodbye.

As soon as the cowherd went out, the baron slapped my waist and whispered in my ear: "Go and tell the outside, I won't be visiting today."

While I was hesitating, his hands had already started to fumble around, and then he said to me in a low and hoarse voice: "I miss you so much..."

"..." I felt that I had to be strong.

I was let out of the bedroom by him last night, and we met again this morning, so there is nothing to think about.

"My... my lord..." I got out of his arms, lowered my head, and said bravely, "Today I will help the housekeeper to filter the new wine in the wine cellar..."

"No, you're here with me today." He said in a customary commanding tone.

I didn't speak, but raised my eyes and looked at him.

"What's the matter?" He said softly, "I can handle him with the butler, you don't have to worry about anything."

Before this, I tried to refuse in a tactful tone many times, but I was fooled by his tough and sticky attitude. I can't let myself be so weak. This lord knows how to make progress.

"No, my lord." I shook my head: "No."

"Why not?" He straightened his face: "You don't want to be with me?"

I looked at him, depressed, thinking this was his first move.

Seeing that I was unmoved, he softened his voice again: "I love you Owen, I...I want to hug you...is that okay?"

This is the second trick, and the third trick is coming.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself thinking about you. I started thinking about you after you left last night. When I see you today, I don't want to do anything. I just want to look at you."

He started to pretend to be pitiful.

He didn't achieve his goal after using the third trick, so he came over and hugged me, regardless of my opinion, trying to make me surrender with practical actions.

This time, I resolutely pushed away his kiss and touch.

"My lord, you can't do this." This guy clearly saw that I was soft-hearted towards him, so he acted recklessly.

Finally, he squinted at me for a moment, sighed, and said, "Well, you hard-hearted bastard."

He walked back to the desk and sat down, with a cold face, as if angry.

This is the fifth trick. Last time I thought he was really angry and hesitated to apologize, but the result was unbearable...

So I bowed my body and exited the study.

As soon as I left the door, he chased me out angrily and stood there for a long time. He had no choice but to sigh heavily and walk back...