Unlocking My Private Locker: Seducing the Butler in His Bedroom

I’ve guarded this in my private locker forever. That night, in William’s bedroom at the chateau, I cracked it open. Heart pounding. No more holding back.

Mario’s vulgar hands lingered in my mind. His fat cock waving. Demanding my body. I refused. Spiked his scotch with sleeping pills. Sent Élise instead. Watched her go, guilty thrill. Then, corridor shadows. Knocked on his door. William. Elegant. Mine.

The Breaking Point

He opened. Silk robe half-open. Eyes sharp. I stammered about Mario. His rejection. ‘You did right,’ he said. Cold voice warming. Relief flooded me. But hunger too. His door widened. ‘Enter, Justine.’ Belt loosened. Cock half-hard, waiting.

No kneeling. Not tonight. I dropped his robe. Pushed him back. He froze, surprised. Audacity sparked. I tied his wrists with the belt. Tight. Above his head. Power surged. His body mine. Smooth chest. Hardening shaft. Pulsing.

Straddled his thighs. Eyes locked. Mine commanded. His obeyed. Skimmed my nightgown up. Bare pussy grazed his skin. Up his belly. Chest. To his face. Held his head. Pressed my wet slit to his mouth. Tongue dove in. Lapped slow. Deep. Electric jolts. Hips rocked. Guiding. Deeper.

Raw Surrender

Moans escaped. His lips sucked my clit. Fingers gripped sheets. Climax built fast. Pulled away. Needed more. Slid down. His cockhead nudged my folds. Slick. Ready. Sank slow. Inch by inch. Filled me. Stretched. Perfect fit.

Pubes mashed. Eyes burned into his. Rocked hips. Controlled rhythm. Slow grind. Then faster. Deeper thrusts. His hips bucked up. Matching. But I led. Hands pinned his arms. Sweat slicked us. Breaths ragged. Fire spread. Belly clenched.

Pussy gripped him tight. Waves crashed. I arched. Cried out. Shuddered. Flooded him. Collapsed. His cock throbbed inside. Unspent. But conquered.

Later, untied him. Lay tangled. Secret sealed again. Locker clicked shut. Lighter. Freer. That night, I owned him. Raw power. My thrill.