It was nearing lunch time at the mansion and Vincent was sitting at his desk in his room. Signing papers and shit. His mind wondered to Elvera. He had dreamt about her last night. Just some cuddling, but Vincent really liked the thought of holding her. Her holding him...naked..and pressed up against him..He immediately tried pushing the thought away but it was too late. Vincent was easily aroused and was hard. He turned a darker shade and sheepishly crossed his legs. Although it didn't hide anything with how large he was.
Vera stepped inside, her big, green eyes sparkling. She held a small, nice-looking lunch. "Good afternoon, Master." She walked over to the coffee table by his desk, setting out a pretty sandwich and kale chips. Master? That made Vincent harder.
"How have you been today?" She asked politely. "Uh yes- thank you I've been good Elvera.." Vincent blushed deeply. He didn't wanna look at her as his head was filled with terribly unholy thoughts. "That's lovely. What would you have to drink? Water, tea..?" Vera smiled softly at him. Despite being completely white, the dress uniform highlighted her curves and the size of her boobs.
Vincent had trouble keeping eye contact. His biggest fantasy was standing right in front of him. He would have to tell his mother to change the female uniforms. "Yes, Uh- tea sounds wonderful." He nodded. Vincent had pulled his cape to conceal his boner. It looked odd, but got the job done. "Alright, I'll fetch it for you." Vera smiled, standing up. She turned to leave. Her dress was slightly hiked up, showing her ankles off. Vincent's gaze dropped. He stared selfishly at her ass and then the ends of her dress. It drove him crazy. "Lord.." His hand moved up to cover his mouth. Dropping his cape.
"Did you say something, mas..." Vera's eyes zeroed in on his boner. "...ter."
Vincent shifted. He was so hard it hurt. "Hm?" He followed her gaze and his eyes widened. Shit. "I um-"
"I-I'll leave you be-" Vera flushed red. "I- There's no point. I cannot get rid of it.." Vincent turned a deeper shade. "Just get me my tea." The button to his pants popped. "..."
"..." she blushed harder. "I'll be back."
"Uh thank you.." Vincent nodded.
Then she was gone, booking it down the hall. Her boobs jiggled.
When she returned, Vincent was still working at his desk. Still a deep green with embarrassment. He kept trying to stop thinking about Vera but it only made things worse. His pants were practically bursting at the seams. "I've returned, Master." Vera said cautiously. "I-I can see that." Vincent nodded. Shifting abit after calling him master again. "I've brought your tea. Per usual, I assume?" She set the tea down at his desk. "Yes.." Vincent was angled himself away from Vera.
"You seem a bit skittish.. is everything well?" Vera poured his tea as she spoke.
Vincent gave her a look. God she was so pretty.. "I'm embarrassed beyond belief..and I ruined an expensive pair of pants. You should leave otherwise this will never go away." 'This' was referring to his monster cock fighting for it life in Vincent's pants. It also implied she was the reason he was hard in the first place. "You imply that that I'm the reason behind it." Vera smirked. "How may I be of service, Master?"
"..." Vincent stared at her. "Apologies..I haven't been feeling quite myself since you have started." Aka Yes, she was absolutely the reason behind it. "Don't be sorry. But is there any way I can aid you? If I'm the cause, then I should certainly fix it."
"..Elvera, I shouldn't loose my virginity." Vincent blinked. He wanted to do bad. He wanted to shove himself inside Vera terribly, but he couldn't. Vincent didn't know how to engage in self pleasure either. He would need help.
"Who said we had to fuck? I could give you something to masturbate to, or, I could suck you off.."
"Mm.." Vincent whimpered. His eyes fell back down to her skirt. She would..give him something to masturbate to..?
"I can see you staring at me, Master. What would you like to see?"
"...Whatever you're willing to show me." Vincent muttered. Vera raised her skirt up, showing off her thick thighs. Vincent felt so bad, but so good. He knew he wasn't supposed to see this, yet he liked it, a lot. He rubbed himself slightly on his chair.
"Do you not know how to masturbate, Master?"
"No..I have never done this.." Vincent blinked nervously. "Here, I'll show you." Vera scooted forward and started undoing his pants. Vincent whined at the feeling of her fingers undoing his broken pants. As she did that, he lifted up her dress again to stare at her legs.
