Mlle fanchette, dressed in her finest, entered the opulent chambers with a sultry smile. She had been in a playful mood all morning, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her butler, nervous yet eager, awaited her command. He knew what was coming, and his heart raced in anticipation.
She walked towards him, her hips swaying to an unheard melody. She stopped a few feet away and slowly undid the buttons of her corset, revealing a black lace bodice that clung to her curves. Her ample bosom heaved with each breath, teasing him further.
Mlle fanchette climbed onto a chair, her skirt whispering against the polished floor. She spread her legs invitingly, revealing a pair of silky-smooth thighs. Slowly, she reached down and unfastened her garters, allowing the sheer black stockings to slide down her legs.
The butler's cock, already hard, throbbed in anticipation. He watched as his mistress, teasingly, slipped one hand under her skirt and began stroking her pussy. Her other hand reached for her high-heeled shoe, and she slipped it off, revealing a perfect foot—soft, smooth, and delicate.
She leaned forward, her breasts almost touching his face. "Do you like what you see?" she purred, her breath tickling his ear. He nodded, unable to speak. She smiled and tapped his cock with her foot, eliciting a moan from him.
Mlle fanchette knew exactly how to tease him, how to draw out his pleasure until it was almost unbearable. She leaned back in the chair, spreading her legs wider. "Come on," she said, her voice husky. "I know you want this."
Slowly, she lowered herself onto the cock box, her body engulfing his. Their hips grinded together, sending waves of pleasure through them both. She began to move, her hips rolling in a seductive rhythm.
Her butler gripped the sides of the cock box, his knuckles white with effort. He watched as his mistress's breasts swayed with each movement, her nipples standing erect. He reached for her, wanting to touch her, but she moved away, keeping him at bay.
"No," she said, her voice soft yet commanding. "Not yet."
She leaned forward again, her breasts brushing against his chest. Her foot found his cock once more, rubbing against the sensitive head. She teased him mercilessly, her heel tracing circles around the tip of his cock.
Finally, she leaned back and reached down, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She leaned forward again, her mouth close to his ear. "Are you ready?" she whispered.
He nodded eagerly, his cock throbbing in anticipation. She leaned back, giving him one last view of her beautiful ass before she lowered herself onto his cock. With a gentle push, she impaled herself on his rigid shaft.
They moved together now, their bodies in perfect synchrony. She rode him hard, her hips grinding against him, her breasts swaying with each thrust. He reached for her, his hands finding her hips.
Mlle fanchette moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together.
She broke the kiss, looking at him with lust-filled eyes. "You're such a good boy," she purred. And with that, she leaned back, her foot finding his cock once more. She began to slide her heel up and down his shaft, her skin soft against his.
Her butler gripped the sides of the cock box, his knuckles white with effort. He watched as she leaned forward, her breasts swaying with each movement. She reached down, her hand finding his cock once more. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Mlle fanchette leaned back again, her beautiful ass still clenched around his cock. "Say it," she whispered.
He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards. "I'm close," he managed to say.
She smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I know," she purred. And with that, she leaned forward again, her mouth closing over his cock. She took him deep, her throat working as she sucked him off.
He groaned, his hips bucking wildly. He was close, so close. He felt her hand on his cock again, stroking him gently. "Please," he begged.
She leaned back, her breasts heaving. "Say it," she whispered, her eyes full of lust.
"I'm going to cum," he moaned.
"And I'm going to milk every last drop," she purred, her hand moving faster on his cock.
With a loud groan, he erupted, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, her tongue tracing circles around the head of his cock. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "Good boy," she whispered, before leaning back once more.
Her butler collapsed back onto the cock box, spent. He watched as she climbed off, her legs shaking slightly. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling.
"Thank you, my love," she said, leaning down to kiss him softly on the lips. She straightened up, her breasts heaving. "Now go rest," she commanded, pointing towards the door. "You've earned it."
The butler stumbled out of the room, his legs weak from the intense pleasure he had just experienced. He knew that he would never forget this day, the day his mistress had given him the gentlest torment imaginable. And he couldn't wait for the next opportunity to serve her again.
