The Butler
by GJ
Dear Readers Please enjoy my latest story. This is purely a work of fiction GJ   


So, a tuxedo shirt open...sleeved rolled up....black tuxedo pants....a highly
polished tray easily carried...containing a snack of une salad Nicoise,
chilled champagne with strawberries and a single rose draped by a strand of
elegant, perfect, pearls. He stands there, at the room's threshhold waiting
......for permission to enter. You nod and he slowly brings the tray in and
places it at the foot of your bed. He opens up a huge damask napkin and
lovingly place it securely around you neck. He looks deep into your eyes with
a glimmer of hope. You see that look, that burning...you can see his powerful
chest, his huge arms ....and YOUR desire begins to escalate with leaps and
bounds. He says, "May I"...and you nod imperceptively giving your consent. He
takes the sweetest, ripest, red strawberry and holds it up for you to taste.
You do so, licking its circumference and staring back at him...playing, toying
with his libido. You can see something growing and

you smile. He is so turned on by your huge chest, amazing biceps, and
incredible, stunning face. Finishing the fruit, you lick your lips and he
gently wipes them with the whitest of napkins. He is lost in you now and as
the game unfolds....you realize you are lost within Him as well. He wants you
so bad. Fire....molten hot, bubbily like the vintage wine you are now sipping.
You slowly stretch and he can see the rise of your bosom, the languid movement
drives him wild. He bends down and kisses you fully on the lips. He can taste
the sweetness of the fruit and the perfect flavor of the wine. He wants to
taste more....and you allow him access. His huge hand, so powerful, yet so
gentle searches below the sheet, finding just the right spot. You are ready as
is he. You realize one fact....The Butler will certainly need to change the
sheets before morning. But then, that is what a good butler is for, n'est pas?

He does know, that to really get off, his Mistress needs to break his face,
with her steel fists. As she gains the top, her steel highs wrap his legs in a
prison vise. She begins to squeeze. He can feel his legs begin be crushed by
her 30" man-killers. The pain is intense, as she begins to hit him in the
face, with left and right hooks. She takes her time, not wanting to end his
life so soon. Blood splatters on the 800 thread count sheets. His face begins
to take on the look of a tomato ragout, dripping with just the right amount of
red jaw juice. She gets so hot, so almost there, that she could feel her cum
slowly begin to ooze from her ripe vagina.

Next his teeth begin to fly all over. They are actually ground blood powder
now. She bends down and licks some of face mess with a long protruding tongue,
as she continues her facial onslaught. Reaching down, she inserts his now
fully extended manhood into her waiting pussy. Amazed that he can function at
all, she begins to hit him with her power punches, which will obliterate any
semblance, of his once regal nose, cheekbones, eye sockets, and jaw. The bed
looks like an abattoir now. She keeps pounding away, left right, right left,
until his face is reduced to a thick, soupy red paste. One more full face
punch, powered by her 20" bicep, drives any remaining traces of human visage
to an unrecognizable red glop. He dies, just as he cums in a most powerful
orgasm, driving his last seminal fluid deep inside her. She, in turn, scorches
the now dead body with her. molten volcanic juice.

She realizes she has a major clean-up now. She presses a buzzer next to her,
and her next Butler, slowly walks in. Looking at the blood mess, he
understands immediately, what his assignment will be. He wonders how long, his
Mistress will go without reducing HIM, to the same slop, he is now cleaning
up.