1881. New York. I entered the service of the Lester family at 20. Before that I was a mess. Orphaned at 5. Orphanages. Sometimes a family that wanted a try at being godly. I made it to 18 and got kicked out. Spent time on the streets surviving. Petty theft for food. Then found an opportunity to be trained as a valet and butler and took it. I learned quickly and upon my graduation was introduced to James Lester, a man in his fifties, finance type of man. We met in his office and he mustered me up.
“Well Mr. Talbot, here’s what you’d be looking at. You’ll be living in the servant quarters with a few others, housekeeper, several maids, a cook and her assistant. Believe it or not I’m surrounded by women when I’m not in the office. Two daughters. My wife. And their maids. I’m outnumbered you know what I mean.”
Not really I thought. Those are rich people problems. But he was funny and stiff at the same time. I even welcomed sharing a cigar with him, very generous of him. I could tell he seemed like the warm, strong type.
“So I thought I would even the scales a little bit having you onboard. You’re not experienced that’s great. I can show you exactly what I need.” And he laughed thinking that was funny.
What did I have to lose. I was off the street.
“I’m looking for more a personal valet. Butler is not something we envision. You’ll be responsible for my clothes, washed and pressed. The maid will give you the clothes. Hang them properly. I’ll show you. You’re my other set of eyes before I make a fool of myself.”
“No problem sir. That’s an opportunity.”
“I’d hoped you’d say that.” And the conversation ended. He told me where to go tomorrow morning to be introduced to the staff and start my new job. The money wasn’t bad either, more than I’d ever seen.
So anyway I’ve been there half a year. I knew the ins and outs and exactly what he needed. Sometimes I knew he had visited his wife at some point in the night but those times didn’t happen very often from what I could tell.
I enjoyed being with him. We started exchanging more intimate details. Like what it was like growing up for us and how different it was. He shared worries about his daughters, that they’d get suitably situated in marriage and some of their character flaws. I told him about different moments in an orphanage. It wasn’t all bad. Christmas was always fun. I also got the sense he liked me more too. The way his eyes lingered on me sometimes.
I started feeling more protective of him, wanting him to be happy and serve him. I really liked it. Later at night I started fantasizing about him and soon it became sexual. My heart raced. This was so taboo. I’d never really thought about being with someone before because I had enough to deal with but I remember finding some older men attractive a few times before making it here. So here I was working in a place where I was having fantasies about my employer.
And it seemed like tension was building between us and then it happened. In the evening while helping him into his robe, brushing it clean he said, “Mr. Talbot we’re going to have the whole weekend to ourselves as of tomorrow as all the Misses have their heart on going to the country home for a spell. I’m not going due to business so it’s just us. Don’t worry. The kitchen will be fully operational.”
And that’s exactly what happened. Friday morning I brought down all the suitcases and made sure they’re tightly and safely packed. The women came and talked and talked and got into their carriages and off they went. Mr. Lester turned to me and put his arm on my shoulder to usher me to the door. It was the first time he touched me. I was surprised.
“You know what I’m looking forward to?” He didn’t give me a chance to answer and said “Silence.”
I chuckled. “It’s not so bad Mr. Lester. It does keep the house lively.”
Lunch came and went. In the afternoon I helped the gardener. When I looked to the house sometimes I saw Mr. Lester looking at us. Then came dinner. Afterwards the house slowed down to transition to the evening. I finished a few chores and was about to go to my room when he rang for me in his room.
When I got there he sat at his desk and got up and sat down in an easy chair.
“Mr. Talbot come on in. Would you mind if I’m open to you” he asked while holding a nightcap brandy.
“Please Mr. Lester.”
“Well, it’s just I’ve noticed in the past few weeks we’re getting along pretty well. Don’t you think?”
“Yes sir I do.”
“Can I make a confession? My favorite time of day is when you’re here and we’re transitioning to the rest of the evening.”
I was surprised at his candor and it was actually mine too. My heart beat faster.
“I love being close to you. Do you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad. Come have a seat.”
I sat down in another chair. He got up and poured me a brandy too.
“There’s nothing more gentlemanly than two gentlemen with a brandy at night.”
I sipped my brandy but in nervousness sipped it pretty fast and then it was empty.
“Very nice tasting,” I said to make small talk.
He looked at me lingeringly. I looked back. He smiled and poured more for me.
"You know Mr. Talbot, I've not been afraid to experiment doing something new or different. It's one of the reasons I got here. And you know why? This is going to sound stupid but the truth of it is, it was just fun. Why else are we here for for all the hard work we do."
"That sounds quite reasonable Mr. Lester." I was getting tipsy. The Brandy was making me feel like mush in my knees and a relaxed dreamy feeling came over me.
He downed his second too. "That is just a nice drop."
"If I may say so myself, Mr. Lester."
"And that you may Mr. Talbot. So on that note I'm not shy of open and honest conversations between men. I think it creates a bond.
"I"ve never really felt that," I said. "Not much consistency around but it would have been nice."
"Sorry you feel that way Mr. Talbot. You know in some way I'd like to be consistent with you."
"Sounds good to me," I smiled. I was feeling closer to him now. We looked at each other with some desire.
"Have you ever been with a man sexually?" he asked.
That surprised me and I shook my head.
“No, not even women.”
“O really. A real virgin.”
“I guess.”
“I do have a confession to make. Our last meeting of the day is my favorite.”
It was mine too.
"Glad to be of service to you Mr. Lester.
"You want to know why?"
"I'm curious."
"Transitioning from evening clothes for the rest of the night. It makes me feel closer to you."
Whoa. Here it was. I was surprised and excited at the same time.
“Do you feel that way too,” he asked.
I nodded.
“I thought so.”
I sat there awkwardly and then he told me to stand up before him.
“Please undress.”
“Right here?”
“Yes Sandy. You mind if I call you by your first name?”
“No, sir.”
He watched as I awkwardly took off my clothes, layered them on the sofa. He told me how he had always wanted a son but was not blessed with one. And then I was only in my boxers that hid a growing erection.
“Slip those off too.”
I did so and was now fully naked and semi erect.
“You look very nice Sandy. You have a nice growing cock.”
“Thank you sir.”
And then he got up and came to me. He caressed my face and my hair and down my arm.
“Now you can help me out of mine.”
And so I helped him out of his clothes, his jacket, vest, shirt, undershirt, his trousers and socks and he slipped off his boxers and his large cock emerged, fully erect. It was amazing.
“You’re like a son to me Sandy.”
“Thank you sir.”
“You can call me Daddy.”
“Ok Daddy” I said and then he came to me and held me. It was so sensuous. Our bodies naked together. Feeling his skin. Naturally I put my arms around his neck and he came to me and we started kissing. It was so amazing. Never thought this would happen tonight. But I went along with it. It was too exciting. Then I felt his tongue and responded with mine. So hot now.
He led me to his bed and we laid down and he cradled me and we resumed kissing. It was so hot. I couldn’t get enough. He laid on top of me, spreading my legs.
“O Sandy” he moaned as he kissed my neck left and right. Our mouths met and we drenched.
“O Daddy” I moaned. “O daddy.”
“O my son,” he moaned back. “O my son Sandy.”
And so he taught me. How to suck his cock. Lick his balls. He sucked my cock. Then he got some lube and reached between my legs as we’re embracing and kissing. His finger found my hole and I moaned.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“I knew you’d like this.”
He circled my hole, wetting it, teasing it and then he penetrated me and slipped up into me.
“OOOO” I moaned. “Oh Daddy.”
He slid in deeper and I drifted into more pleasure than I’d felt before. We kissed and kissed with his finger sliding up and down me.
“That feels so good Daddy.”
“Yes my son. I’m preparing you.”
“Yes Daddy. Especially since it’s you.”
And then we looked at each other again. We were silent, just gazing at each other. He positioned himself over me and spread my legs. We knew what was going to happen next.
He laid on top of me and our fingers interlaced while we’re frenching. We moaned and sighed together.
“I think you’re ready Sandy. We can make it official.”
“Yes.” I sensed what he meant. He was going make me totally his. He’d totally be the man of the house. He got the lube again and lubed his enormous cock, maybe 8” cut. He was ready, throbbing, needing me. I looked up at him and lifted my legs high back exposing my hole to him and quickly his cockhead was there at the sweet spot and started to push. I gave into the sensation and imagined him pushing into me. I had fantasized about it before and this was my main cum fantasy. I relaxed more and all of a sudden his cockhead pushed through and stretched me.
“OOOOOO”
It stung but I wanted it. I soon learned some sting makes me even more aroused. Like he was really showing me he’s man of the lair.
And then he slowly slid in more, pushing me open watching how much I could take.
“OOOOOO” I moaned. “You feel so hard.”
“I’m very hard for you Sandy. I’ve been waiting for awhile now.”
“Me too Daddy. Me too.”
“Yesss” he sighed as he entered deeper. I laid there and let it happen, letting him fuck me for the first time. Little did I know how many more times he would make me his over the weekend.
He was almost in and relaxed but he was already quite deep. We kissed and got used to our union.
“OOOO Daddy, this is so amazing.”
“It is son. We’re going to have a special relationship.”
“Yes, I want that.”
We kissed and kissed more. I was feeling myself becoming more open to him, letting him take charge. We laid there for quite a while, cooing, kissing, teasing. At the same time I felt becoming more relaxed giving in to him, being dependent on him and how nice it felt to let him guide me and take charge.
“Are you ready to give in completely Sandy?”
I held him tight and felt the last barrier come down.
I whispered into her ear, “Plse take my submission Daddy.”
He moaned loudly, “OOOO Yes Sandy. I will take care of you, protect you, lead into man love.”
And with that I held him tighter and lifted my legs more to take more of him in. And then he did. All 8 inches of him pushed completely through and in deep. His cockhead stimulated my inner hole sending waves of pleasure from high up canal.
“OOOOOOOO” It was so amazing.
And now were completely at one, me on his bed, being taken by my man, my Daddy, him deep inside me, holding me, kissing me. And then after awhile he started his first pump. Slowly pulling out but not too far and then sliding in again. Nice I thought and closed my eyes. His head was deep around my neck when it started. Another one. And another.
Omigod I thought. He’s going to pump me like I want.
And then a little faster. He could sense I was getting more aroused and was basically completely in heat for him or for any man to mount me, lol. We got into a rhythm. Slow. Gentle. Forever. Faster, stronger, pushing me. And then he couldn’t stop. He kept moving up and down, each time he fully entered me in it stimulated my inner hole again, sending more pleasure waves into me.
We moaned and moaned as he went faster. I just gave in, letting him take me, showing me how he liked it.
“OOOO you’re so tight Sandy. I need to seed you.”
“OOOOh yes Daddy,” I moaned back. “Make it official sir. I’m completely yours Daddy.”
And then all of a sudden he had violent spasms and pumped so many streams of his sperm into me. Wow I thought. My first time. Now his cum was in me. He laid next to me and took me in his arms. We laid there and soon I could feel his cum ooze out of me. That was so hot. He started massaging my cock. I welcomed his arms and his kisses again as I again submitted myself to him. He was going to bring me to orgasm. I got used to his rhythm and became more accustomed to it and gave into it and soon it was building.
“OOOO Daddy,” I moaned. “You’re taking me there.”
“Here lift up your hips all the way. I lifted them up and he pushed my legs over so that my cock faced me. He kept massaging it and I could feel it building more.
“OOOOO Daddy. It’s right right there. OOOOOO I’m going to cum for you.”
“Yes, cum on your face Sandy. Be a good son.”
“OOOOOOO” I erupted and multiple multiple streams of my cum spliced on my face and into my waiting mouth.
I laid back and savored his taste as his cum slid down my throat. I still had some of him on my face and enjoyed feeling it, so hot. But then I got up. In the bathroom I could see how much more cum was on my face and took my finger to wipe and bring to my mouth.
“Well Mr. Talbot, Maybe it’s time to draw a bath?”
“Of course sir.”
“Oh and make it for two.”
Intermission
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