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The mansion grounds were a sight to behold. Isolated in the countryside, next to a manmade lake and surrounded on all sides by a thick evergreen forest. A dirt path leading to the mansion was flanked by plum trees filled with violet and pink blossoms and finely sculpted rows of hedges in human shapes of famous artworks. At the end of the path were the massive perimeter walls of the mansion, barring entry to the grounds with large wrought iron gates. Passing the gates lays the mansion. It was a large complex, styled after combination of Greek Pillars and American gothic architecture. It had the resemblance of an early colonial house, but it lacked the feel, obviously it was only just finished less than a month ago. The grass still showed lines in the gaps of it being laid down, the walls were bright white, not having borne the brunt of weather like the houses it was styled after and remains of dirt tracks from the heavy machinery were still on the driveway, not having been washed by the rain. Still, the mansion was a sight to behold. From the outside it looks like it could have over fifty rooms and a massive garage and possibly more accommodations inside. It looked almost like a hotel.
Peter walks up to the front door. Climbing the large staircase up to the double doors. He reaches for the knocker and slams it down three times, the impact echoes with a loud crack each time the iron ring slams the heavy maple stopper. After a few moments, Peter reaches again when one o f the double doors swing in. The door is answered by a pretty girl roughly Peter's age. Her hair glows a dark red in the mid-day sunlight, her eyes are a deep brown, her skin is almost ivory and a few freckles dot her face. She is dressed in a lacy French maid's uniform that while still practical, is cut to accentuate her body's natural curves. She was expecting Peter and with a courtesy she greets him with a light Bostonian accent.
"Welcome to Chateau Williams, Are you Mister Smith?"
For a brief moment, Peter is taken back by the pretty girl answering the door before stuttering out his answer.
"Y-yes! I-I'm her to work for Mister Williams-"
"Master Williams." The pretty maid corrects him as she lead Peter into the greeting room.
The interior of the Mansion is no less spectacular than the exterior. Decorating the grand entryway is a massive marble staircase leading up the second and third stories, with entrances to the halls on the ground floor flanking the left and right side of the room. A Lush red carpet leads down the path to each hallway. Replicas of famous artwork decorate the halls.
The pretty maid grabs Peter's hand and tugs him off to one of the hallways, leading him in a hurried pace down a lush red carpet to the servant's quarters. Peter is a little nervous holding hand with the pretty maid, but her grip is tighter than you would expect from a girl her size. As they walk, she talks.
"My name is Rose, I will be training you. You're a bit early, which is good, if you're not this early for everything you're considered late. I'll be taking you to your room where you will change and I will show you a brief tour of the mansion before I must get back to my duties. The Grounds are very large and you might get lost. I've drawn you a map should you get lost. After your tour you will Begin your first duties, which will be mostly dusting and looking busy. The Master will not be seeing you today, some business came about but tomorrow morning you will greet him. You are no doubt aware of what goes on between the Master and his servants in the mansion as I am sure you have seen the news reports on the recent lawsuit, but we'll talk about that later after I finish my duties."
Trying to keep up with her pace, Peter is bewildered by her rapid speech. Obviously she takes her job seriously and is in a hurry to get Peter started.
They reach the end of a long hallway with doors along each side in the servant's wing. Rose produces a key from her apron pocket and unlocks the door before handing off the key to Peter. They enter Peter's room. While not extravagant like the rest of the rooms, the servant's quarters are still worthy of the covers of Better Homes magazines. The room is about fifteen feet deep and fifteen feet wide. A Large bed sits in the center of the room and laid out is Peter's uniform. On the far end is a large walk-in closet with more uniforms and a small bathroom for Peter's personal use. Rose shows peter around his room for a moment and instruct him to get changed. Peter hesitates for a moment, waiting for Rose to leave, but she doesn't. Not wanting to waste a second, she then reaches for his shirt and hastily begins to strip him of his clothes. Peter begins to protest, but before he can even say anything his shirt is on the floor and she's already working getting his belt off. As he falls over, she yanks the leg of his pants off him and begins to throw his uniform at him, ordering him to change. Her no nonsense attitude ignores Peter's protests. Thoroughly embarrassed, Peter quickly assembles his uniform as Rose straightens out his mistakes. Once dressed, she pushes Peter over to a mirror to check over himself. His feminine face, short blond hair and blue eyes suit his butler uniform. His grey slacks go nicely with his white shirt and black vest and bow-tie. His sneakers are replaced with glossy black shoes.
Rose lightens up for a moment and lets out a little giggle.
"You are very cute." She says, flustering Peter.
"The Master will very much like you." she tells him before switching back to her rapid instructions.
"As you know, you are hired to act a butler, but your duties will mostly be assisting the maids and entertaining the master. Currently we are understaffed, so you and I will be working together starting tomorrow. As you know, the Master is bisexual, and you were hired because you suited his tastes. He is though, a very understanding person and if he makes any advances on you that you do not wish to return, you can tell him off without worrying about losing your job."
Peter's heart skips a beat. He accepted this job, knowing full well that something might happen. He had played out several fantasies in his head based on rumors of the ongoing in the mansion. Master Williams is very rich and also very open when it comes to sexuality. Rumors state that he regularly has sex with members of his staff, both men and women. Peter himself is bisexual, and looking forward to meeting the master, but at the same time slightly scared. After turning down several hallways they approach a large bath hall.
"This is the bath, you have your own shower in your room, but these facilities are open to all the servants whenever they wish, both the men and women share the baths at the same time, but currently you are the only male servant. It is strictly no clothes and you must have showered before you enter. Do not worry about the other girls; part of working here is to getting used to seeing each other naked."
Peter's heart skips a beat. This job is a dream come true for him. He is surrounded by pretty girls and will be working for a handsome, billionaire. He admires the roman styled baths, there are three of them. Each bath feeds into another, the top most being to hottest and the lowest being the coolest. After a quick look around they start back into the halls to continue to tour. She shows Peter the break room and the kitchen before taking him off to his first duties. Along the way, she is firing off rapid instructions. Eventually they come to another hall where she produces a feather duster and map from her apron. She hands Peter them and instructs him to dust each statute and painting along the corridors and to follow the map she gave him.
Before he can speak a word, she is off. Slightly bewildered, Peter gets to work. For three hours Peter dusts off the various pieces of artwork, introducing himself to the other pretty maids as he meets them. They greet him with smiles, winks and try to flirt with him occasionally. After a few hours of dusting, Rose shows up.
"Dinner time." She says and as she takes his hand again and leads him along in her rapid pace. They talk though as they head down to the dining hall in the servant's quarters. Rose tells Peter that she's about a month younger than he is. She began working for the Master the day the Mansion was complete, so she was working here for little more than a month. Like Peter, her job was to clean and entertain the master, who enjoys the company of pretty boys and girls like Peter and her. As they enter the dining hall, a clamor picks up as Peter walks into the room. It has been nearly a month since they've encountered another man besides Master Williams. Many of the girls are eager to greet Peter. A few of them he had met as he cleaned, but many of them he had not. They too greeted him with giggles and flirting before he settled in a chair for his meal next to Rose and an older girl named Molly.
After dinner, Rose led Peter Back to his room, this time at a slower pace as many of the other maids asked him questions about himself. Where was he from, how did he get the job, does he like boys, or girls, will he be joining them in the bath later... Trying to answer each question as they're fired off, they reach his room. Peter decides to turn in early, much to the dismay to the other maids. A few final instructions from rose tell him to be up at six o' clock in the morning to join her in waking the master.
After unpacking his bags and a quick shower. Peter turning in early after an exhausting trip and nods off to sleep until his alarm buzzes him awake the next morning at five thirty.
After a quick shower, Rose walks in as Peter exits the bathroom with little regard to the fact that he is naked.
"W-H-Hey!" cries Peter.
Rose simple ignored his protests again and forcefully dresses Peter as she did the day before.
"I told you yesterday that early is on time, you should already have been dressed. The Master will need to be woken up soon and it's our duty this morning. We have until seven to wake him up before his breakfast arrives." Rose fires off in her usual staccato speeches.
"Why does it take an hour to wake the Master?" Peter asks her.
"It doesn't, we just need to be there to serve him in the morning." Explains Rose.
As they round the corner into the Master's Private wing, they enter another pair of large double doors in a tall and decorated hallway. The Master's room is no less decorated than the rest of the mansion. It's almost four times bigger than Peter's own room, in the center is a massive bed, fit for royalty, with its contents hidden by curtains.
Rose walks over to the wall; open the drapes to allow the morning sun to spill in before pressing a button on a small remote which darkens the ambient light in the room, with only the source of illumination coming from the deep, orange sunrise. She then walks over to one of the bed posts and reaches behind the curtain too pull out a small rope, which she uses to tie the curtain in a bunch. Ding this five more times for each curtain she exposes the Master, still sleeping in his bed. Under his covers, only his blond hair shows from the back of his head from Peter's point of view.
Rose loosens the strings on her backs and drops her uniform on the ground. Peter lets out a yelp of surprise. Rose is quite beautiful, her slim body and small breasts go well with her long red hair and small hands and feet. Tucked into the side of her panties is the control device to a small vibrator which has been doing its work inside her pussy. Dropping her panties on the floor, she removes the egg from herself, producing few drops of honey on the floor in front of her.
"Clean that up" She tells Peter, which he does, trying his best to hide his erection growing inside his pants from her.
Producing a small handkerchief from his pocket, he cleans the drops of Rose's juice off the floor, leading to a trail up to the master's bed. He watches her crawl on the bed up to the Master. Her ass swaying seductively. As she approaches the Master, he begins to stir and sits up. As the Master rubs his eyes of sleep, his coverings slip from his chest, revealing his angelic, yet handsome face, his hairless chest is well tones and his armed seem strong, but gentle. Rose reaches for the Master's face and kisses him deeply on the lips. Their tongues meet for a moment before rose straddles the master and pushes him back down on the bed. She pulls the sheets back and reveals the master's nude lower body. His legs are no less muscular and between his thighs is a large, half-erect cock, stirred from its sleep by Rose's greetings.
Peter watches, his heart races, holding his hands in front of him, trying to hide the raging erection in his pants. Rose uses her delicate hands to massage the Master' large cock, kissing the head and ticking it with her tongue. Within seconds the master's penis is fully erect as he lets out a sigh of pleasure. Moving up his body, Rose mounts the master and positions his cock to enter her dripping pussy. Peter watches from behind as her back straightens up and a yelp of pleasure escapes her mouth and she lowered herself onto the master. With a slow and professional motion, she rises up and down, back and forth, stimulating both them both into pleasure. After a few minutes they change positions, Rose, with the master's cock still inside her, lies down on the master and they roll over as Master Williams take the top. With each thrust from his muscular buttocks, Rose cries out in pleasure as his huge cock drives deeper and deeper into her pussy. With each thrust her small, breasts sway and bounce with the motion of their love making. Eventually her cries of pleasure become louder and louder, more intense and the master begins to up his pace. Rose's climax sends her into a small fit of ecstasy as the master pulls out of her.
The Master turns his attention to Peter, his cock still erect and unsatisfied. He crawls from his bet and walks over to Peter , his soft, yet strong hand touching peters face like he was about to embrace a lover. His dark green eyes meet Peter's fearful, but excited blue eyes.
"You must be Peter, I am John Williams, your new employer. You may call me Master." He says with a smile.
Peter is at a loss for words as Rose's heavy breathing can be heard in the background. He can only find himself lost to wander the master's eyes, unable to move or speak.
"You care to join me, Peter?" he asks.
The Best peter could muster up was a small squeak that could have been taken either way. Satisfied with that as his answer, the Master leans forward and steals an unguarded kiss from Peter's defenseless lip. He can't pull away, or protest he finds. His body will only accept the Master's advances. For a long time the Master and Peter were locked together until rose came along, recovered from earlier and embraced Peter from behind. Her fast finger, with plenty of practice undressed Peter from is uniform as the master stepped back to watch. Still shocked, peter offers no objections as his cloths fall of one piece at a time in front of the Master. Rose deliberately going slower than her usual stripping of other people to put on a show far the master.
When Peter's underwear drops to the floor, he finally snaps out of his trance and instinctively covers up with crotch with his hands. With her firm hands, Rose pulls Peter's arms back to his sides and she rubs her nude body up against his. He feels a slight push at the back of knees as she guides him to kneel on the carpet, hugging him from the back and pressing her breasts into his body. Once they're kneeling together, Peter can't help compare his body to the Master's. The master is almost like an Adonis. Strong, yet beautiful; but Peter is like an angel's, small, weak and very feminine. The Master steps forward again with his huge cock, presenting it to Peter who can at first only stare. Rose kisses his neck and gently bites his ear as she whispers for him.
"Swallow it for master." When whispers to Peter.
Like he was told, peter wraps his hands around the Master's cock. It nearly takes two hands to grasp his shaft, slowly and nervously he leans his head forward to kiss the master's cock. Still sticky with Rose's juices, he puts the tip of the Master's cock into his mouth and kisses it. He hardly notice Rose has begun to use her hands on his own cock, throbbing and in need of attention. With some gentle words of advice being whispered into his ears from Rose, Peter begins to get the hand of pleasuring the master. Using his tongue he caresses the head as his lips close around the thick shaft. Rose gently guides his body back in forth and he builds up a steady rhythm. His Own cock tingling with pleasure as Rose uses her own honey as she work his cock with her expert finger.
After a few minutes, Peter can feel a sudden surge ad the Master blows his load in Peter's mouth.
Peter coughs and gags, not expecting it. Rose takes his chin and points his head upwards and his eyes meet the Master's. She again, whispers in his ear as she takes a glob of cum from his lips and swallows it.
"Eat it for the Master." She whispers before gently biting his earlobe.
Peter somehow manages to swallow the Master's cum and Rose guide him back on his feet. He's a little shaken and a little sic, but the entirely satisfied with the encounter. She kisses him again on the neck, leaving a series of marks as the master steps forward and French kisses them both one last time. Still hugging Peter tightly from behind, they talk out of the master's room, nude and back towards their rooms as some other Maids enter the room to clean up and serve the Master his breakfast, giggling at the sight of Peter and Rose holding each other like lovers and emerging from the Master's room. Together, they head back to the servants hall using a shortcut that leads from the Master's Wing to the Servant's quarters. Rose still exhausted from the Master uses Peter to brace herself as they reach Peter's room. Instead of leaving for her own room, Rose follows Peter inside. As Peter heads for his closet, she tugs at him towards his bed. Together they lay down with Rose in Peter's arms and she nods off to sleep.
Her skin is slippery from sweat and love juices. Her breathing is light and her lips quiver and pucker in her sleep. After about an hour of cradling her in his he decides it's time to wake her up. She seems like she might have been up late last night, and looks like she's suffering from exhaustion.
"Thank you." She says with a sincerer smile.
Together they quickly freshen up in Peter's shower. As Peter dresses, Rose also does the same, taking one of his uniforms. HE notices for the first time how similar their bodies are. They could almost be twins if it were not for the hair and eyes. Still, though in his uniform, Rose is exceptionally pretty.
Around nine thirty they emerge from Peter's room, for breakfast. Despite wearing his clothes, Rose is back into her no nonsense attitude. She begins to explain what it is they have to do today, bewildered by the amount of chores hey have, most of which involves cleaning up what the contractors left behind after finishing the construction. The Front of the Mansion Grounds were clean, but the Maids and especially Rose have been working tirelessly to get the Mansion cleaned spotless. After a light meal they set off together for a more thorough tour of the house as they clean up sawdust, move furniture and hang up artwork. Together they work tirelessly until late in the night, working through lunch and dinner and even when most of the Maids have gone to bed.
Eventually they both call it a night at midnight. As they walk back to their rooms they talk a little.
"Why do you work so hard." Peter asks Rose.
"I am the head Maid. I get paid the most to work the hardest." She replies.
It makes sense, really. But still Peter had no idea she was the head maid until she told him. There were others who seems much older. But they all seemed very ditzy around Peter. They're all pretty, but they didn't seem to take their jobs as seriously as Rose did. He wonders if Master Williams was looking to hire a boy like him, or if Rose was looking for someone who might be able to keep up with her. He decides that it would be better to not ask. Instead, he would like to know more about the Master.
"Will we be waking the master tomorrow?" He asks.
"No, tomorrow is my day off." She tells Peter.
"What about me?"
"No, you're my assistant." She answers his question without needing him to ask it.
"I thought I worked for the Master?
"Yes, by working with me. Tomorrow you'll be wandering around the house, making sure the girls are doing their job while I head into town. The master will be around too, but some of the other girls will be attending to him tomorrow morning. You'll need to be up at eight, so get a good night's rest. I'll help you out in the morning to get dressed and show you what to do." She says.
They reach Peter's room and kisses him on the cheek goodnight.
It takes a while for the exhaustion to set in, so Peter reflects on the day's events. He Can't Get Rose out of his mind, but he's also eager for his next encounter with the Master. Eventually his thoughts slow down and he drifts off to sleep until his alarm buzzes him awake at seven fifteen.
End of Part One