Spoiled Desires

Master or maid?

Good gracious!

Young Master thought as he was slammed to a wall. The man in front of him was taller than him and muscular.

Many nobel aunties told Young Master that he was pretty handsome but this man in front of him could be classified as raw handsome by his gossiping aunts.

Young Master wanted to test the bodyguard room's set up but it was not much sexual. So sending a red card could be an over kill. His maid pointed a gun to his head when he requested her to be a test subject, so here he was.

The maid was behind the speaker this time, her voice boomed, " We are ready"

We? Its only her!

The body guard features were designed excellently, he had a cut mark on his left eye due to a knife. His eyes were dark with a stern face. The thumb which touched Master's lips was calloused due to hardships in training. The thumb went passed Master's lips, and he gently sucked on it, while his eye stared at bodyguard expectedly.

The bodyguard came closure and gently claimed his opened lips. Tongue clashed, there bodies pressed together.

Master was tall but the man in front was taller so he was on his tip toes, liking the intruder which explored his mouth. He was panting now but he got no opening. His hands dug in bodyguards muscular chest pushing it but to no avail, so he limited himself groping the mass.

Body guard lifted him up quiet easily, Young Master awarkdly snaked his legs around the waist. His head was little above bodyguard's head now, so he took the chance to breath. They kissed again. Body guard placed him on the table, standing between his legs.

Then a veiny hand popped open the buttons of master's fresh and crisp white shirt, exposing his chest. A hand slide in and carcass him, Master felt hot, and aroused. Hand gently rubs the nipples and muscles of his chest.

He felt the bodyguards tent on his inner thigh and grinned. Young master unbuckled the belt of bodyguards pants liking the length which came out. His own trousers were removed, he was easily lifted so that his trouser fell on floor with a soft thud.

Body guard pumped his half hard length, fully arousing it. Then placed their cocks side by side and began fisting them together. Young Master leaned back, as the pace increase drastically. He looked at the camera thankful that the wide bodyguard covered his naked form from his maid's eyes because she can sue him for flashing her.

He laughed. His lower belly contracted. The bodyguard's other hand came over their tips and rubbed them from above. Master's tip was sensitive and he lied down in delicious shock, fuck he remembers installing this move. He arched his back as the rubbing from above became rough.

He bite his lips to not let his moans escape, nope. He could never no matter how much he enjoyed it. The bodyguard pulled him from his ankle, Master didn't even realize he was trying to escape from stimulation.

Bodyguard carcass his balls, one by one, as other hand still pumped them. Master's ironed shirt was mess on his torso. Then satisfied with playing with the balls, the bodyguard stopped pumping and pulled Master ankle in one swift motion. One of the his leg rested on bodyguards shoulder. There dicks were still together. Bodyguard wetted his free middle finger by his saliva and penetrated his asshole. His finger efficiently searched for the walls and probed somewhere. Master gasped.

Fuck bodyguard found it in a first try? Then he added another finger.

Satisfied the bodyguard increased the pumping pace again and as two fingers jabbed his prostate deliciously. It didn't take much time for Master to come followed by the body guard. Master panted. Fuck this is good.

"I want round two!" He requested to the maid. Then the round two began with the bodyguard picking him effortlessly from the table to the sofa. He sat on his lap, their dicks touched each other. The pumping was slow and teasing. Master groaned leaning on guards shoulder.

Master felt nice not only because of the pleasure but with his own skills too. The setting was perfect. Master weighed about 70 kilograms still he was easily manhandled by the guard. It created a sense of helplessness, not being able lead and anticipate whatever the other has to give.

He had created such a fabulous bodyguard.

Two finger again entered his asshole and accurately jabbed his prostate and calloused palm roughly rounded their dicks in friction. They felt each other's pulse.

Does this body guard knew he was fucking his own father, his creater?

Master shot up on bodyguards face, and relaxed in the muscular arms a lopsided grinning on his face.

"Round three Master?" The maid asked, her usual calm voice appeared strained.

Master turns a dark shade of red, he forgot about her for a moment. The maid must be shocked to see him in this state. He looks at the camera, smirking. For once she showed some emotions.

"I am good. Bring me clothes."