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[knifemaid]

This isn't a mansion. It's an estate.

The valet takes Kurtis' car outside of the gates, and drives it off to park in a lot next to all the others. (Sports cars and concept cars that look like they cost five times what he makes in a year, largely). The gatekeeper checks to make sure he's on the list, and sneers slightly at him as if judging him unworthy of the clientele just by his appearance.

He lets him in, though. The entire compound is walled off. It's easily a quarter of a mile down the driveway to the house, which can only be described as palatial.

Kurtis may not have been told what sort of party he was being invited to. He may get a clue, though, when in silhouette he can see a woman being bent over a balcony outside a room on the second floor, a male behind her. Gasps and squeals drift through the summer air.

The sounds of sex only get louder as he gets closer. When he gets to the entrance, the doors are pulled open by two servants, one male and one female. The male servant is wearing the tiniest of banana hammocks possible, his bulge large and prominent. The female servant is topless, in a tiny thong and garter belt. They bow deeply as Kurtis walks in.

And inside the main hall, there are no less than three couples in this one room alone. One of the servants sucks a guest's cock. A maid, her thong discarded, is being pinned between two visitors as they hold her in the air with a cock in three holes. Another maid is kneeling before a woman guest, who is lifting her skirt up so the maid can service her.

All around, he can hear squeals and gasps and cracks of whips.

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[triviallyskilled]

He's seduced by her body already. Her voice dancing in his ears simply reels him in. By the time she's touched his shoulder his cheeks are a rosy shade of red and the thoughts of leaving have already run out the door, perhaps having taken one last chance to ogle at the doorwoman as they went.

He swallows heavily when she whispers in his ear, realizing that she means to walk him through this party of sex and servitude until he's comfortable as a guest... at using the servants, then? He's read porn about that plenty, but to actually be doing it is another thing entirely. If anything he only gets redder.

But she's asked him a question, and he needs to answer it, and that means he has to think of something other than his mind's persistent questioning of how smooth her skin would feel on his, or if her tongue is as silky smooth at activities other than talking. Another heavy swallow, as he nods.

"Name's Kurtis. I've had a bit of fun in my day," he replies as he curses himself mentally. Great job, Kurtis. Twenty-goddamn-two years old and your voice still cracks like you're seventeen and it's your first time all over again. "Er--the guide thing is new, though. Guide away, Miss Sakuya."

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All right. So not a virgin. Sakuya's oddly disappointed by that. She moves back around in front of him, reaching out to grab his tie right by the knot, tugging on it just slightly before letting go and bowing deeply.

"Of course, m'sieur Kurtis. Please, don't feel the need to call me 'Miss.' As a servant of this household, I exist to please you," she says, straightening up.

"Now, as you can imagine, you're rather overdressed for most of the functions of the gala. Please follow me." Next to them, the two men double-teaming the helpless maid grunt and bury themselves in her. Kurtis can see semen dripping out of her onto the floor below.

She turns and walks away on her steep heels, her toned ass swaying with every step as she leads him to a door underneath the grand staircase in the center of the room. Sakuya opens the door to reveal a rather impressively large coat check, staffed by a blonde girl who is, like the rest of them, topless. Unlike Sakuya, she's wearing underwear.

There's a little remote on the dark wood desk at the front of the coat check with a dial on the front, currently turned to 4 out of 10. If Kurtis looks closely, he'll see a battery pack taped to this servant's thigh, the cord disappearing into her panties.

Sakuya turns back to him. "Clothing is optional here. Please remove as much as you feel comfortable with removing. You may take off your jacket, you may go shirtless, you may walk around in an undershirt and boxer shorts, or you may be completely naked. The choice is yours, of course."

She nods at the remote. "If you feel that Clarissa here is doing a good job, you may reward her by turning up the intensity."

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"Sakuya, then." He flinches a little when she grabs hold of his tie, swallowing heavily. "I'll... keep that in mind."

As he follows after her, he stares at her heels. High heels always did it for him, especially with stockings. His eyes work their way up, ogling her ass. He notes the maid enjoying herself with the two men a they walk past. Based on the type of party it is... no. He can't just ask for something like that! Luckily, he's distracted by a new set of breasts

He looks at Clarissa when she's introduced, eyes doing the too-obvious flick to her chest, then the remote. His tongue runs over his teeth, and he works on undoing his tie. This feels like a test, somehow, both the situation and that casual mention of rewarding her at the end.

"I think... shirtless." The guys fucking the maid outside weren't exactly horse-hung, but he didn't want to get into dick measuring contests he might lose, and there are plenty of others around here. He takes his tie off, then the jacket and the long-sleeved shirt alongside it. He's proud of his toned abs and the muscles he's built up from his parkour hobby, and his hand finds its way to his hip as he puffs out his chest. He offers his clothes for Clarissa with his other hand.

"So... have you been working hard, Clarissa?" The servant here is less aggressively alluring to him than Sakuya, who'd eyed him like he was a piece of meat not two minutes ago, so he's already acclimating just a little to the debauched elements of the party. He still can't quite make eye contact, but at least he can talk to her boobs without mumbling.

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"As you wish," Sakuya says, standing by as he disrobes. "Though many of our clients do end up having to take their pants off fairly frequently. If you wish, we have more easily-removable wear," she says, nodding to what seems to be a clothes rack full of sweatpants and track pants. "They're also better for stains." Still, she'll leave the choice up to him again.

Clarissa takes his clothes and deftly places them on a hanger, as Sakuya takes a discreet look at his physique. Not bad. She puts a tag on them and moves to hang them with the others, a slight stiffness in her walk the only indication of what's happening between her legs.

"Yes, sir," she says in a voice that's just a little tight. "I've been working very hard for all the guests. I'm happy to take all your clothes, so-- ah!" she squeaks, her thighs pressing together; Sakuya has momentarily turned the dial all the way up.

"Now now, Clarissa," she says, turning it back to where it was. "We mustn't lie to our guests. Why are you here tonight?"

The blonde servant casts her eyes down. "I-it's a punishment, sir... I'm not allowed to participate with the others tonight because I was the slowest to do my chores this past weekend."

That's right. Not being able to serve the guests seems to be a genuine punishment here.

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He points at them, and gives a tiny nod. "I'll borrow a pair, then." The pants go off, showing off plaid boxers (sporting an erection underneath) before he pulls on a pair of blue track pants while he listens to Clarissa's response.

He feels odd that this is a punishment. Wanting to be used as a sex toy by all those men and women out there seems counter-intuitive, the sort of things girls only liked on the pages of sketchy comic books or certain corners of the internet. But she confessed to it... and he can't say that her distressed state isn't doing it for him.

"So you didn't do a good job before, is that right?" He turns down the vibration to two. "Then... you don't deserve to get much of anything just yet, do you?" He gives Sakuya an aside glance, as if to silently ask if he did it right. He thinks so, but it feels so surreal to say something lifted from the pages of a porn rag so who can say what's right and what's wrong right now?

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Clarissa makes a little sound of displeasure as he turns the dial down, but folds her arms in her lap and bows deeply. "Y-yes, sir. I understand. Thank you for disciplining me, sir."

Sakuya, meanwhile, is just amused. The young man seems to be taking well to this. She waits for Kurtis to pull on the track pants as Clarissa folds his tuxedo pants and hangs them up with the rest of his clothes. "Be sure to take your ticket with you," she says, handing him the paper receipt. "Don't want to be stuck without your clothes at the end of the night."

"It goes without saying, m'sieur, that you may ask almost anything of any of the staff serving tonight. If the need strikes you, please don't hesitate to ask for service. Ah... except for this one," she says, glancing at the defeated-looking Clarissa.

"If your taste is to more... extreme matters, we will find you servants who enjoy that sort of thing," she adds. "But for the most part, we are here to serve your every need."

She reaches out to brush a finger across his chin. "Every need."

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"Got it." The ticket goes right in his pocket. Sakuya's insistence that he could ask for anything is throwing him off. Again, his mind goes right in the gutter, and he has a quite vivid fantasy of fucking Sakuya right in front of this girl who isn't allowed to have any--maybe in the doorframe?

His entire face is bright red, and he reaches out hesitantly to cup a hand over Sakuya's breast. It's okay... This is okay, right?! From the way his hand is nervously shaking it's clear he's still not 100% sure about this, but he's trying.

"I don't really know what specifically I'm needing yet," he flexes his palm, feeling the soft warmth of the contours of her breast and the unyielding touch of the metal bar in her nipple. "But that's what a guide is for, right? Suggestions and the like?"

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She smiles at him as he grabs her breast, making no effort whatsoever to push him away or indicate that it's not okay with her. "Of course," she says in that calm silk voice of hers. "I would be happy to guide you around our multitude of... attractions."

"My only request, m'sieur, is that if you would like to fuck me in particular, you don't come anywhere but in my mouth. Ordinarily I wouldn't be concerned about such a thing, but as I am a hostess, I do have to walk places... and it does drip."

She says it so casually that it's almost obscene. "Now, are your tastes more vanilla, or are you the adventurous type?"

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'Almost' nothing, it's the lewdest thing he's ever heard a woman say simply because of how casually she says it. He nods, already convinced that if he DOES get up the courage to do more than touch, he'll have her suck him off for sure.

If.

"I'm... I don't really know. I always figured I was adventurous..." He's never really done anything more complicated than 'tab a, slot b, unf until completion' in person, but he's had plenty of fantasies he's always wanted to try. "But all this? Hell, I might just be vanilla. I like your outfits, though. And the vibrator thing Clarissa has going on."

Honesty is the best policy here, he figures.

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She nods. "Then we'll start on the first floor. It's more standard. We have many beautiful women and handsome men, whichever is your liking." Given the way he's looking at her, Sakuya thinks she knows, but it's never suited her to assume.

"If you'll please follow me then, but-- ah, one moment, I've almost forgotten," she says, reaching down to a small pouch hanging from her garter belt. She opens it and pulls out what seems to be a little white pill, which she puts in her mouth.

Then, she grabs Kurtis by the cheeks, leans in, and kisses him; her tongue pushes it into his mouth in turn. She pulls back.

"Please swallow that. I wouldn't want you to miss out on enjoying our delights for something silly like the male refractory period."

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It's in his mouth before he even knows what's going on. The kiss makes his cheeks burn, particularly because her leaning in put more of her chest against his palm. He squeezes again, gulping heavily as he feels the pill for only a moment before he's swallowed it.

Medicine that negates the refractory period?

"So I'll be able to cum, and then be ready to go again just like that?" An drug like that would make someone... well, enough money to throw a debauchery party full of sex-maids and butlers. "Sweet. Uh... lead the way, then."

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"Yes, exactly," she smiles. "It does have the potentially unfortunate side effect of increasing arousal and pleasure, so you may not be able to last as long with individual orgasms as you normally would, I'm afraid."

"Now please, follow me," she says, turning to lead him out of the coat check. Clarissa bows and thanks the two of them, still looking a little morose.

A gasped scream echoes through the entry hall when they return back into it. "That would be from the second floor," Sakuya says casually. "We have a room dedicated to serving our guests who enjoy inflicting pain... or receiving it." The maid who had been double-penetrated between the two men is on her hands and knees, and it looks like she's cleaning up the semen that had dribbled out of her with her tongue.

"Now, if you want to start with more vanilla tastes, do you have any particular preferences? Do you enjoy breasts on a woman, or legs and ass? Do you prefer oral sex, vaginal, or perhaps anal? We do have many servants here who can fulfill your needs." Sakuya smiles. "Or perhaps you enjoy being penetrated yourself? We're not the judgmental type, I promise."

She leads him to the right, down a hallway. Most of the doors off this hallway seem to lead to individual bedrooms, where various combinations of men and women are currently engaged in loud sex. A corner turned, however, brings her to a larger room where more people are engaged together, at least seven or eight couples (or more) all in public on various benches and desks.

Sakuya beckons a busty redhead over. Like her, her nipples are pierced. "Annalise," she says, "we have a new guest here. Please tend to him."

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"Definitely the first floor, then." There's too many options for his inexperienced, tab a slot b self. Getting into things like whipping or whatnot... Well, maybe later. From how he's interpreting it, he's going to have time to do a lot.

"As far as women go... Breasts. I like 'em bouncy." Which makes Annalise worth more than a look over. He stares at her for a moment, then looks around at the others who are certainly engaged in fucking right around him. "So I can request... anything I want?"

He looks at Sakuya, then back at Annalise, then down at his pants... ah. His boner is trying to shove its way through the material.

"I-I guess... I've always wanted a boob job from a busty girl..." He sounds a little ashamed to be admitting to it.

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"Absolutely, m'sieur," Sakuya says. "There are very few things we will turn down, so there's no harm in asking." If her own modest bust bothers her when he says his preference, she doesn't say it. "Annalise, I leave him in your hands. Pardon me, I need to check on some things. I'll be back shortly."

"At once, Miss Sakuya," the redhead says, reaching to a little nook on the side of one of the benches and grabbing a little bottle of lube from it with one hand, indicating that he should sit on the bench in front of her. Sakuya, meanwhile, has all but vanished instantly. She's a slippery one.

"Please sit, sir," she says. "Do you wish me to only use my breasts, or should I use my mouth as well?"

[triviallyskilled]

"Oh ye--" She's already gone, by the time Kurtis has turned to tell her goodbye. Slippery indeed... he needs to keep an eye on that one. First things first, though, there's the manner of Annalise and the breast job he's going to be getting. He turns his head to look at her instead, making eye contact and swallowing heavily again. There's a lump in the back of his throat, and he wants it gone... but it just won't leave.

"Your mouth, too. It's better if it's both the breasts and the mouth." He sits on the bench in front of her, keeping his legs spread so she'll have no trouble getting at his crotch to work. "And look up at me while you do it?"

'A girl staring lustily up at you while she's sucking your dick' is, to Kurtis, one of the hottest mental images he's ever conceived. For now. He's pretty sure by the end of the day there will be a good number of images hotter than this.

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"Of course, sir." She smiles warmly up at him, reaching up to hook her fingers in the waistband of his borrowed pants and underwear, tugging them down to just below his knee. Annalise then takes the tube, squirts a dollop of lubrication onto her palm, and begins rubbing her hands together, spreading it over her palms and warming it up.

As a result, the lube is nice and warm by the time she reaches out and begins applying it to his cock, covering him from base to tip, until his skin is glistening. She sits upright, extending her knees, and leans in, grabbing her own breasts and spreading the remaining lube on the inside of her cleavage before putting them on either side of his cock.

"Have you been enjoying yourself here, sir?" she says, as she begins to rub up and down his length with her large breasts, until she dips her head and begins to suck on him, too.

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He moans as she works her hand over him, getting him ready, but it's like a small appetizer compared to the main course of her breasts.

Heaven. No, it's like something beyond heaven. She's amazing, and he's already twitching and giving her a bit of pre. He's worked up from the stimulation so far, and between that and the drug it's all so much easier than usual.

"I... I just arrived. But I like your brand of hospitality." When her lips go on him, his hand goes on her head. He doesn't push, content to pet her hair as she sucks on him and works his shaft with her breasts. "Goddamn, you're lovely..."

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Annalise is sadly occupied, so she cannot respond to his praise or his words with her own. Instead, however, she hums around his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth as she runs her tits lower on his shaft, and then pulling them up as she pulls her head back. She does this again, and again, her lips tightly closed around his skin, her tongue running all along the underside.

Then she shifts her posture just a bit, her breasts sliding back... so that she can deep-throat him, taking his entirety into her mouth, her lips flush against his stomach.

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He's holding on fine, moaning loudly and frequently while lavishing her with praise as she does her work. His cock twitches and throbs in her mouth, and his other hand finds its way to Annalise's hair as well, petting on either side. Her tits are heavenly, he wants to squeeze them. Her face looks so slutty, he wants her...

People are in the room along with him. Kurtis doesn't care. They're all doing all sorts of other things, but rather than feel shame, he looks at various couples, using them as pornography. He leaks precum into her throat, wanting to use this slutty maid. He takes a deep breath, and looks down at her.

There's a feeling building in him, like when he'd teased the coat girl before. He wants to tease this one, too. He takes a grip on her hair.

"I'm going to fuck your throat." Rather than a question, it comes out as a command.

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On the other end of the room, a man getting much the same treatment as Kurtis grunts, pulling his cock out of his maid's mouth and splattering her face with his semen. For her part, Annalise pulls slightly back from having her mouth against his base, pausing only when she feels that hand in her hair.

She can't answer verbally, of course, but the silent nod of consent, his cock still in her mouth, is more than enough. Her hands leave her breasts, steadying herself on the bench Kurtis is sitting on as she positions herself for the best angle.

She does live to serve.

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That guy has a pretty good idea... but Kurtis has ideas of his own. His hips thrust from his spot on the bench as he uses her head like a fleshlight. He's sloppy about it and her nose is going to wind up touching his chest more than once before he's done, as he decides he likes the contrast best when he goes from the very end of her mouth through to the tightness of her throat and back.

He finds himself coming close much sooner than normal, losing himself in the sensations of her throat. It's only as he cums without warning in her mouth that he remembers what Sakuya'd said about not lasting as long as normal.

He spurts down her throat, and pulls back to keep the tip in her mouth. He wants her to taste it. Every drop.

"Clean it off after you swallow." he orders her. "With your tongue."

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To her credit, Annalise is very much the consummate professional at this. She knows exactly what the client wants, which is to fuck her face, even roughly; she makes sure to not graze him with her teeth at any point, no matter how far he's going, all the way out to all the way in. Her throat is relaxed, her gag reflex mastered, so his cock is able to sink deep into her throat with every thrust.

She feels Kurtis' cock twitch a moment before he orgasms, the first spurts down her throat and then the next in her mouth. She hears his order and nods again, obediently, greedily gulping down every last bit of his bitter, salty semen.

When at last she's convinced he's done, the busty redhead swirls her tongue around his cockhead, cleaning off every last trace of semen. She then pulls him out of her mouth, taking a needed deep breath, and begins to lick the rest of his cock clean, too. "Yes, sir," she says. "Was sir pleased with my service?"

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"Very pleased." He pets her hair, panting for breath as he catches his breath. It feels odd to be still completely hard after an orgasm that intense, but he's thankful for it. He leans forward, to move a hand around to caress her breast, fingers flicking and toying with the piercing in her nipple. "I think you've earned a reward. What's this servant's favorite way of 'serving?'"

He's up for ideas anyways. And 'up' in general, if his cock is any indication. At any rate, he wants to amuse himself with Annalise until Sakuya comes back, but his current idea of 'pull her into his lap and fuck the hell out of her' seems a little too vanilla for this party.

apologies for vanishing! was working the election

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Annalise inhales slightly when he begins playing with her nipple piercing, the tugging sending little pleasurable bits of pain down her spine. "Sir, if sir wishes to know that," she murmurs, "I enjoy being spanked and having my arms held firm," she says. "I am not one of the more adventurous servants here, I'm afraid."

well, you were doing something important so.

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"That's fine. I'm not sure I'm one of the more adventurous guests." he replies, trying to be a little reassuring. He adjusts his position on the bench to make sure he's sitting all the way back, gesturing to his still-erect cock with a hand.

"Come on and straddle it. Facing me. I want to cum in that pussy of yours next."

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"Yes sir," Annalise says, standing so that she can bow deeply. She draws her hand across her lips, wiping away the final remnants of saliva and semen from her blowjob, and instantly moves as ordered. She steps forward over the bench, reaching down to position Kurtis' cock head between her warm folds, and slides down, impaling herself on his length. She's very clearly already wet.

Positioned like this, of course, Kurtis' face is right between Annalise's breasts. "Mm," she moans. "Is it... enjoyable, sir?"

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"It is." he replies, kissing at her breasts as his hands reach for hers. He grabs a hold of her writs, pulling them behind her and gripping them together with a hand.

As he does, he bucks his hips up, trying to dictate the pace of their coupling as best he can from below her. His free hand grabs her ass, touching it, rubbing it, but not spanking it. He can't quite bring himself to do that yet.

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If Annalise is at all upset by the way he grabs her wrists, she doesn't demonstrate it in the least. If anything, she willingly holds both of her hands crossed behind her back so that it's easy for him to hold.

Of course, that doesn't make her any less skilled at what she's doing. He may be trying to thrust into her, but she's here to serve, and she rides him hard and fast, her hips swaying and thrusting. She squeals as he squeezes her ass, coming down hard to bury him in her pussy up to the hilt.

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He can't contain it anymore--a loud moan escapes as she sinks on his cock, the warm, wet folds of her pussy squeezing around him and driving him mad. More than that, every part of her performance shows him how much she loves to serve sexually. His grip tightens on her wrists, as he's entranced by the sight of her body swaying and matching his thrusts. He's had sex before, yeah, but never like this.

The way she so devotedly serves his cock, and enjoys it so much...

"Slut..." He moans the word out without meaning to, thinking it describes her to a T. Once he says it, though, it sticks in his mind. The hand on her ass raises up.

"You're a fuckin' slut. Admit it, you want to be fucked 'til cum's dripping out of everywhere..!" It's a breathy declaration, but one punctuated by a hard smack on her ass.

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It's difficult to tell how much of what Annalise is doing is genuine and how much is a performance, but then again, does it matter? She gasps and moans as she rides him, her heavy breasts swinging with every bounce and swivel on his cock, impaling herself over and over.

She gasps again when he smacks her ass, leaning forward so that her breasts press into his face. "Yes sir!" she moans. "I'm a slut! I live to serve masters like you! Please fill my slutty pussy with your cum sir!"