Boning the Butler

"You're standing at the bar at your estate mansion of your family, chatting with Malcom and laughing together as the party winds down. As you're gesturing with your hands, you accidentally knock over your beer, spilling it all over Malcom's shirt."\n\n"Malcom looks down at his ruined clothes and lets out a laugh." "Well, I guess this is one way to get a drink," he says, smiling.\n\n"You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you and apologize profusely." "Oh no, Malcom! I'm so sorry! I'm such a clumsy idiot!"\n\n"Malcom chuckles and shakes his head." "It's okay, don't worry about it. I'm just glad it was only beer and not something worse." \n\n"He looks up at you with a warm, gentle gaze." "You know, I think I'm starting to enjoy these little accidents of yours. They're certainly making the evening more interesting."\n\nChoices:\n\nA) Laugh and joke with Malcom, trying to lighten the mood. \nB) Apologize again and offer to help Malcom clean up. C) Feel embarrassed and try to quickly change the subject. \nD) Take a closer look at Malcom, noticing the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.\n\nWhich option do you choose?

"Malcom's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at your apology, his gaze never leaving yours" Ah, Taylor, you're too kind. "He chuckles and leans in slightly, his body brushing against yours as you clean him up" I think I rather like this...accident. "He says, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine" It's nice to have something to distract me from all the...polite conversation. "His eyes sparkle with amusement, and he pauses for a moment before continuing" Besides, I've been dealing with enough messy situations today. "He winks at you, and you can't help but notice the way his shirt is clinging to his chest, revealing more of his toned physique"

"Malcom's chest puffs out slightly, and he gives a modest smile as he straightens up" Ah, yes, well...I've been trying to keep myself in shape. "He says, his eyes never leaving yours as he runs a hand over his flat stomach" I find it helps with business meetings, you know. "He winks at you, his gaze burning with a hint of flirtation" Makes me more...presentable. "He pauses for a moment, his voice dropping to a low whisper" But I think the real secret to my...fitness is all the excitement I've had lately. "His eyes sparkle with mischief, and you can't help but wonder what kind of excitement he's referring to"

"Malcom's eyes light up with amusement, and he chuckles low in his throat" Ah, Taylor, you're a lifesaver. "He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm" I wouldn't want to be seen as anything less than...presentable. "He winks at you, his gaze burning with a hint of flirtation" But, I think it's not just the clothes that need changing... "He says, his voice dropping to a low whisper as he glances around the room, making sure no one is paying attention" Let's get out of here, before we attract any more...unwanted attention. "He says, his eyes locked on yours, the tension between you growing thicker than the air"

"Malcom's eyes sparkle with amusement as he walks into the laundry room, his movements fluid and confident. He lets out a low chuckle as he begins to undo his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest" Ah, Taylor, you're certainly making this...interesting. "He says, his voice husky as he pulls off his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. His eyes never leave yours as he begins to unbutton his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing in the small room" I must say, I'm rather enjoying this little...respite from the party. "He says, his gaze burning with a hint of flirtation as he steps out of his pants, his boxer briefs clinging to his legs" And I think you might be too. "He winks at you, his tone teasing and playful"

"Malcom's eyes roll back slightly as he feels your touch, his breathing quickening ever so slightly. He lets out a low, husky chuckle, his body responding to your proximity" Ah, Taylor... you're certainly getting quite...familiar. "He says, his voice dripping with amusement as he leans back against your touch, his back arching slightly as you run your hands over his body" I think it's just... stress. Running the estate and taking care of my family's affairs can be quite...taxing. "He says, his voice low and smooth as you continue to caress him. But as your lips brush against his ear, sending shivers down his spine, he can't help but release a subtle growl of pleasure" But I think you might be finding the right way to...relieve me. *He says

"Malcom's eyes flutter closed as your hand wraps around his cock, his body tensing in anticipation. He lets out a low, husky groan as you begin to caress him, his hips twitching ever so slightly as he tries to stifle his desire. He opens one eye, peeking back at you with a sardonic smile" Oh, Taylor... I think I rather enjoy the sound of that. "He says, his voice low and sultry as you grind against him. He can feel the firm hardness of your cock against his back, and his own body responds by growing harder in your hand. He starts to move his hips, subtly rotating them against your touch, his breathing picking up pace" And I think I'm more than willing to indulge in whatever...unorthodox ideas you have in mind. *He says, his

"Malcom's eyes never leave yours as you undress, a slow smile spreading across his face. He nods, his movements fluid and confident, as he bends over the washing machine. He places his hands on the machine, his back arched slightly as he exposes himself to you. His cock juts out, hard and proud, as he awaits your next move." Ah, Taylor... I think we're about to get quite...creative, aren't we? "He says, his voice dripping with anticipation, as he gazes up at you through his eyelashes."

"Malcom's body tenses, his hips bucking involuntarily as you lick at his asshole. He lets out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he savors the sensation. His hands grip the washing machine tightly, his fingers digging into the metal as he tries to hold himself still against your assault. He pants heavily, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he arches his back further, giving you better access to his exposed hole." Oh, Taylor... "He whispers, his voice husky with pleasure." You're a wicked man, aren't you? "He says, his words punctuated by groans and gasps as you continue to tease him."

"Malcom's body shudders beneath your ministrations, his cock jerking uncontrollably in your hand as you suckle on his balls. He groans, low and husky, as you insert your tongue into his asshole, his hips bucking up against your mouth in time with the rhythmic lapping. His face screws up in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort, his eyes closed as he surrenders to the sensations you're evoking. He gasps, his chest heaving, as you continue to ravage his asshole with your tongue, his fingers still digging into the washing machine as he tries to hold himself together." Ah... oh god... "He whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing." You're going to kill me... *He says, his words punctuated by gasps and groans

"Malcom's eyes snap open, his gaze flashing up to yours with a mixture of warning and amusement. He chuckles low in his throat, his chest still heaving from the recent pleasure. He reaches back, his fingers tangling in your hair as you rub against him, his body slowly relaxing into the sensation. As you ground yourself against him, his thighs spread further apart, giving you better access to his exposed asshole." Ah, Taylor... "He says, his voice husky with desire." You're enjoying this, aren't you? "He asks, his eyes glinting with challenge." Well, I'm not going anywhere just yet... "He promises, his words punctuated by the soft slapping sound of your bodies moving together." Yet... "He adds, his voice dropping to a whisper as you continue to tease him."

"Malcom's eyes flash with surprise at the sudden kiss, his lips parting slightly as your tongue invades his mouth. He gasps, his body stiffening in reaction, but then relaxes into the embrace, his hands still tangled in your hair as he kisses you back with equal fervor. His lips are hot and demanding, his tongue tangling with yours as he tries to deepen the kiss. As you pull back, his chest heaves with excitement, his eyes burning with desire." Ah, Taylor... "He whispers, his voice husky with passion." You always know just how to get me... "He says, his words punctuated by ragged breathing." God help me, I think I'm going to come if you keep doing that... "He adds, his voice barely audible over the sound of his labored breathing."

"Malcom's eyes flutter closed, his face flushing with pleasure as you ease your way into him. His chest rises and falls in rapid succession, his breathing growing more labored as you work yourself deeper inside him. He bites back a moan, his lips parting to accommodate the pressure, but he can't help the soft whimper that escapes him as you hit that sweet spot. His shoulders arch, pushing back against you as he tries to take more of you, his ass squeezing around your dick like a vice." Ah, Jesus... "He gasps, his voice muffled by the heel of his hand as he covers his mouth." You're going to kill me... "He says, his words punctuated by ragged breaths."

"Malcom's eyes snap open, his pupils dilating as he stares up at you with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His face is twisted in a rictus of enjoyment, his lips parted and his breath coming in short gasps. He lets out a soft, keening moan as you continue to move inside him, his body trembling with the force of it. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, his fingers digging into your skin as he tries to anchor himself to you. As you guide him further down your shaft, his body tenses and relaxes, his muscles rippling around your dick like a wave." Oh...god... "He whispers, his voice husky and trembling with desire." You're going to break me..."He warns, his words barely audible over the sound of his ragged breathing."

"Malcom's eyes flutter closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you continue to thrust into him. His body is a living, breathing thing, writhing against your movements like a dancer on stage. His skin is slick with sweat, glistening in the dim light of the room, and his cock is hard and pulsing in your hand. You can feel it thumping against your palm like a drumbeat, matching the rhythm of your hips as you move inside him. His chest is heaving with exertion, his nipples pebbled and sensitive beneath your touch. He's lost all sense of himself, consumed by the primal urge to let go and give himself over to the sensations coursing through his body." Oh... fuck... "He gasps, his voice muffled by the pillow beneath his head." I'm...

"Malcom's eyes snap open, his gaze wild and desperate as he stares up at you. His throat is constricted by your grip, but he doesn't struggle or try to free himself. Instead, he arches his back, his body bucking against yours as he tries to meet your thrusts. His face is a mask of pleasure, his features twisted in a silent scream as his body coiled tighter and tighter around your cock. His eyes lock onto yours, the green irises blazing with a fierce intensity as he whimpers and gasps for air." Ah...ah... "He whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of the washing machine and the pounding of your hips." I'm...I'm going to...*He trails off, his body tensing and releasing in a primal, animalistic rhythm as he struggles to hold on to

"Malcom's body begins to quiver and shake, his eyes rolling back in his head as he starts to cum. His cock pulses in your hand, releasing a stream of hot, white fluid that splatters against the washing machine behind him. He lets out a ragged gasp, his throat still constricted by your grip as he tries to process the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly dominated. His face is flushed, his skin slick with sweat as he submits fully to your control. He's a slave to your touch, a puppet on strings, with you pulling the marionette's strings and making him dance to your tune." Oh...fuck...yes... "He mumbles, his voice barely coherent as he succumbs to the ecstasy coursing through his body."