The only thing William hated about his dreams was that they ended too early.
Without fail, he was accompanied by one of his loving maids. Sometimes they were walking along a forest road -- the sun dancing through the leaves. Other times they were tucked away in a secluded corner of a romantic restaurant. Tonight's dream had him walking down the corridors of his home. Two endless rivers of futanari standing either side of him. Their cocks -- all of varying length, girth, curve, and erection -- were presented proud for their William. Each time they came close they throbbed, slapped, and brushed his body. He raised his hands to return a gentle touch.
When William finally reached the end of the corridor -- a shivering mess of arousal -- he pushed the doors open to the dining hall. Miss Emily was sitting in his chair, her cock fully erect and waiting for her master. She didn't need to say a word. William knew where he belonged. With dignity, he walked to stand in front of his head maid. Slowly he began to lower himself down. Miss Emily was aiming to press her meaty girlcock between his thighs, but William wanted more. Tonight he needed to feel her inside him. He guided himself until her tip brushed against his cheeks and then the dream was shattered.
Little did William know: he talked in his sleep. The real Miss Emily therefore knew exactly when to wake her young master. The dream faded away, only a disconnected memory. Miss Emily wasn't going to let her dream-version have all the fun. The more William was left wanting, the sooner he would submit to futanari cock.
Three floors below William's bedchamber, a gathering -- quite similar to one of his dreams, if only he had been at the centre of it -- was taking place. A group of his maids were taking their morning shower. They all washed in a communal bathing room, where hot water sprayed from shower heads in the ceiling. The engineering used modern technology -- William didn't spare a single coin when buying comforts for his maids.
Futanari usually showered together as part of their culture. Partially this was to maintain bonds, but it also served another purpose. Futa girlcocks were often so large and unruly, they required an extra pair of hands to fully clean. There was an unspoken pecking order of who-cleaned-who first. With Miss Emily waking up the young master, Miss Clara became the most senior futa that morning. She didn't adhere to a strict hierarchy, only asking that no futa was excluded from the shower-cleaning.
The shower room was filling with fresh hot steam. Plump figures emerged from the obscuring vapours. Cleansing waters beat down on their tender skin. Some of the maids protected their hair with covers. Others let their locks run free down their backs.
Miss Beatrice was as forward and open as ever. Thanks to her oppressive friendliness, the three futanari tending to her shaft were more than happy to help her. Any other futa would have been accused of being greedy. Miss Julia was quietly helping Miss Clara clean herself. Despite being equally hung in size, Miss Clara only requested the help of one other futa. The rest of the maids were washing in pairs. They chatted and giggled and gossiped.
Certain futanari were more reserved than others. In one corner of the shower-room, two futanari had been playfully comparing cock size. What started as an innocent trade of complements turned into a playfully-heated competition. The sounds of them slapping their ladydicks against each other echoed through the room.
"Play nice, girls." Miss Clara warned.
You might think this would be a prime place for the maids to tend to their needs. However, the nature of their seed deterred them from touching themselves. Packed with extra protein and fat, futanari cum is so thick it can -- and does -- clog drains. If all of the showering futa had cum at once, a plumber would have to be called in. That plumber would come to a simple conclusion: 'the entire pipe system need to be ripped out and re-installed.'
Their pre-cum was as thick as male-cum, and therefore safe enough to leak in small quantities during a shower. However, Miss Clara -- who had unnaturally thick pre-cum -- had jerked herself prior to the shower. How exactly did futanari dispose of their spent seed otherwise? No futa liked throwing her nut into a bin. There was only one proper place to pump all their love. And he was just getting dressed three floors above.
There was a growing tension in the shower room this morning. After the passionate dancing -- and subsequent dry-humping -- with young master William, the maid's needs were sky-rocketing. One futa reached down and began to stroke herself.
"Hannah! You mustn't. You will clog the pipes!"
Miss Hanna didn't even realize she was touching herself. She looked down in shock and then removed her hand. The maid's bodies were starting to act on their own. Master William might think his dreams were lewd, but they were nothing compared to the unconscious daydreams that plagued his maids.
They had no idea how close William was to taking his first step into cock-sucking futa-love. Their patience was about to bear fruit.
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William's first self-appointed task that day was to praise Miss Julia for her work. Delegating both the reading and writing of his letters to the pear-shaped maid had been a huge success. Correspondence with high ranking (futanari) business partners had never been so abundant. William could now spend his time in face-to-face meetings and better organizing his (predominantly futanari) social gatherings. Miss Julia deserved congratulations.
"Oh, master William. That is so sweet, but I am only doing my duty."
"Nonsense, Miss Julia. You are doing far more than that. You are going above and beyond what I asked of you."
Miss Julia smiled. William still had no idea she was manipulating his letters. For him to say she was 'going above and beyond what he asked of her' was true. Just not in the way William was thinking.
"I am glad you are satisfied with my work, master."
William's old desk looked far more organized under Miss Julia's ownership.
"Have you eve considered being a personal secretary, Miss Julia? You are already skilled in the craft."
"I would only walk that career path if I was your personal secretary, master William. I suspect I wouldn't enjoy working under another man."
William still felt his heart flutter when his maids called him a 'man.'
"And I wouldn't let another man have you, Miss Julia."
Now it was Miss Julia's turn to feel flustered. She jumped slightly and knocked over a small pile of letters.
"Goddess! I'm so sorry, master William. Allow me to..."
Miss Julia tried to stand up, but her chair protested. Even with her custom made throne, her lower half was still too voluptuous for totally free movement. William stepped around the desk and offered to help.
"Please, Miss Julia, allow me. It's the least I could do."
William crouched down and began to collect the fallen letters. Miss Julia pushed the chair backwards to allow William better access. He had to crawl under the section where Miss Julia usually sat to rescue the last letter.
"Almost... got it..."
At that moment, a maid entered the study. Miss Julia instantly realized that this situation might look sexual in nature. In her panic she forced William to stay under the desk, while she shuffled herself forward -- locking him between her legs. Ironically, this only made his position look more sexual.
"Julia, have you heard word from my sister at all?"
William had no idea what had happened. One moment he was reaching for a letter. The next he was sealed between Miss Julia's legs. The hard wood of the desk pressed him into a crouch. On his knees, he was struggling to lean upright. His hands planted themselves on Miss Julia's juicy thighs. He felt his fingers sink into her plumpness. Miss Julia jumped slightly while talking to the other maid.
"Y-yes! H-here is her letter. It arrived only this morning."
"Thank you so much, Julia. Are you alright? If your needs become too much, please tell us. Is your chair still giving you trouble?"
"N-no, I just need to change the pillow. And thank you, Hannah. I won't suffer in silence."
Miss Hannah nodded and began to leave. When the door closed, Miss Julia dared to peek down at her master.
"M-master William? I'm so sorry, I feared you crawling on your knees would look -- inappropriate. I wasn't thinking and I..."
When someone becomes totally intoxicated with futanari pheromones, their eyes glaze over in a very specific way. As if they enter a trance-like state. William's body had crossed a hidden threshold. Miss Julia recognized that look in his eyes instantly.
"M-master William?" she hesitated.
"You should have told me... that you were struggling... Miss Julia. I'm your master... your health is... my responsibility."
William's voice sounded sultry low and calm. Miss Julia's skirt had been pulled up while she was seated, revealing her girlcock to William for the first time. She couldn't beat Miss Clara's length, nor Miss Beatrice's curved shape. But what Miss Julia did have was thickness. Her girlcock was the fattest one on the Jewell estate. Maybe even the whole city.
Easily triple William's own girth, Miss Julia's bulky boy-breaker rested between her legs on top of a pair of swollen nuts.
Miss Julia was too needy to deny him. She wasn't going to waste this chance encounter.
"Master William, you are always taking care of us; looking out for us. I didn't want to burden you with..."
"With your beautiful girlcock?" William whispered.
Miss Julia's massive dick bounced up. It seemed impossible that such a meaty thing could grow erect so easily. The force required to lift its own mass was immense.
"B-beautiful?"
William shuffled himself closer. Miss Julia's tip was only an inch away from his lips. She could feel his hot breath on her cock-head.
"Can you show me... Miss Julia... How do you... tend to your cock?"
"You want me to..."
William's eyes looked longingly at her.
"As your master... It's my duty to... assist you."
"What if someone..."
"Miss Hannah didn't notice... No one else will..."
Miss Julia was actually quite inexperienced when it came to sex. She had once played around with a servant boy in secret at a previous job, but this was different. Back then it was an explosive bit of fun -- no emotions attached; just raw fucking. This was on a whole different level. It felt intimate. Forbidden. Which only made Miss Julia even more excited.
"For you, master William. I'll do anything."
Pulling back her skirt fully, Miss Julia reached down to grab the base of her cock with both hands. So wide was her shaft, that only the tips of her fingertips could touch. She began to pull her foreskin back and then slowly masturbate. William and Julia's breathing became one. Each time she pulled back her ladydick, her glands -- covered in leaking pre-cum -- invited William inward. He felt himself sway with her jerking motion.
"It looks... heavy."
"Does master not like... heavy cocks?"
"I don't know... yet... I need to know just how heavy it really is..."
William leaned his neck back. Miss Julia looked around the room one last time. She heard no footsteps and saw no one. She pushed her hips forward and lowered her shaft over William's waiting face. The shadow of its size cast him into darkness. Miss Julia felt the weight of her shaft lessen as William accepted its mass.
"T-tell me if it's too much, master William."
William pushed his lips upward to kiss the sensitive underside of Miss Julia's cock. A moan escaped her lips.
"Did I hurt you, Miss Julia?"
"N-no, master. You could never. I'm just... the underside of my shaft is my most vulnerable spot."
"I promise I'll be gentle."
Miss Julia closed her eyes. How did William know just what to say to make her so horny? It felt like the full power of hear heartbeat was being sent straight to her cock. Every beat aroused a hard throb. Every throb made her tighten her ass-cheeks in response.
William glanced between Miss Julia's legs.
"Miss Julia... When was the last time you... tended to your needs? You look very... full... down there."
Miss Julia couldn't tell William the truth. She couldn't tell him the maids were banned from masturbating. She couldn't tell him they were purposefully increasing their pheromones to seduce him. She had to tell a half-truth.
"It's been a very long time, master William. I- I didn't want to make a mess."
"A mess?"
"I -- When I -- spend my need -- I produce a large volume of..."
The word was on the end of Miss Julia's lips. It was all William could think about. 'Cum. A large volume of hot stick thick futanari cum. Boy-drowning, cock-splurting girlcock cum."
Miss Julia was starting to masturbate faster. Drops of pre-cum splashed down onto William's face.
"Please forgive me, master. I'm a very naughty maid."
"It's my fault Miss Julia... my male pheromones are triggering your body... I should take responsibility... Please, Miss Julia... Don't hold back."
But Miss Julia needed to hold back. If she didn't, William would end up bent over her desk -- with five cumshots of seed deep in his ass -- before one of the other maids discovered them. Miss Emily had given strict orders to not penetrate the master's ass. It would need training for their size and power. Miss Julia exerted amazing self-control. She looked down to her adoring master. His lips were unconsciously pouting. His eyes still glazed with pleasure.
"Master William... we can't be caught... I need to release... inside you... otherwise the mess would..."
"Do it, Miss Julia... Please, use me to satiate your need... I want this... Please."
"M-master William. Open your mouth."
Before William had fully parted his lips, Miss Julia's chunky tip was pushed between them. William made sure to open his jaw so he didn't bite her. When he reached his limit, Miss Julia pushed it even further. Only the first third of her shaft could reach into the young master's throat without making him gag. When William's throat spluttered, Miss Julia pulled back slightly.
"Thank you, master. Thank you, master. I needed this so much. You are a saint. You are my saviour. Please accept all my love. My seed is yours. My favourite master. My best master. My only master."
William surrendered his body to her thrusting motion. His head bobbed with each pump as he felt the back of his throat become coated in pre-seed. Then, as Miss Julia's legs squeezed in and her body shook, it came. Futanari were usually proud of how long they lasted during sex. But Miss Julia had been pushed to the edge of reason. Her body wasn't going to endure the usual two-to-three hours of cock-pumping. It needed to release, and it needed to release now!
She growled low and gasped as she felt the rush of cum pushing up through her cock. Orgasm rolled through her neck, her heart, her belly, and poured all bliss into her dick. She squirmed with pleasure -- finally! Finally able to release inside the master. Finally able to give him a taste of...
Half way through her orgasm, disaster knocked on the door. It was another maid requesting another letter. Miss Julia tried her best to look proper, but her face was flush and her body was shaking. William on the other hand, didn't even notice the maid enter. Much to Miss Julia's dismay, he began to suck on her ejaculating tip with zeal.
"Y-yes. I've s-sent that letter, Miss..."
A gallon of cum surged through Miss Julia's shaft into William's waiting mouth. The first burst of sticky love painted his tongue in salty slickness. There was that taste William had missed so much. Drinking it straight from a girlcock was totally different to licking it out of a stolen jar. It felt like Miss Julia was feeding him all her desire; all of her need. William accepted it all and didn't spill a single drop. He wasn't going to disappoint one of his futa.
As the maid left the room, she turned the corner and thought to herself: 'Poor Miss Julia is really struggling. I wonder how long she can survive like this?'
Miss Julia's face was a melting happy grin. Her eyes rolled back slightly and William continued to suckle on her tip. Only when it was completely clean, did he 'pop' his lips away from her cock. Miss Julia dared to peek at her cock-sucking desk-boy.
"M-master William?"
"Was that enough, Miss Julia?"
"M-more than enough! You were..."
William smiled.
"You were everything I needed."
'But not everything I wanted. Why must we keep it secret? I want him under my desk every hour of the day. Sucking me dry. Emptying my balls. But I must not be greedy. There are other futa that need him too. And now that he was so openly sucked cock, he will only become more promiscuous.'
"That makes me happy." William's smile was beaming. Deep down he knew sucking his maid's cock wasn't standard behaviour for a young master. One half of him was endlessly aroused and excited -- longing for more. The other half demanded restraint -- he couldn't just go around sucking girlcock all day. Right?
"Master William. It is safe to stand up now."
William felt slightly sad. He pulled down Miss Julia's skirt to cover her freshly cleaned cock. He could see her balls were still plump with unspent seed, but followed her direction.
"I think it would be best if we kept this between ourselves, Miss Julia."
"O-of cource, master William."
William leaned in to whisper into Miss Julia's ear.
"Please don't suffer in silence, my futa."
>
William locked himself into a storage cabinet, leaned against a wall, then slumped to the floor. His heart was beating wild. Was that real? Did he actually just do that? He had been so lost in the moment he didn't think to question right from wrong. It just happened so quickly and...
Was it wrong? Did he use his position of power to...
No. He wasn't going to make any excuses. He wanted that. To hell what people would think. To hell what his parents would say if they discovered he was intimate with his maids. Miss Julia hadn't protested. He hadn't forced himself on her. She asked for his help. He gave it to her. It was that simple.
That longing for more still remained. It had all happened too quickly. How on earth could one woman produce so much seed? He hadn't even thought to touch himself -- only Miss Julia's desire had mattered. William took a deep breath.
He stood up and brushed down his clothes with his hands. With a belly full of seed and the smell of cum on his breath, he continued his day.
>
For the rest of the day, Miss Julia was bouncing around with glee. She was happier than she had ever been; possessing endless energy and optimism. Miss Emily only had to look at her once to know what had happened. Master William's decent had begun.
Miss Emily considered it an interesting coincidence that today was also Miss Gracelynn Lockwood's first day serving as a maid. Master William greeted her down in the maid's quarters. Miss Grace -- as the other maids noticed he called her -- immediately jumped the young master with a hug.
Miss Emily cleared her throat. "We expect you to show some self-control, Miss Gracelynn."
Miss Grace released William from the hug and stepped back.
"M-my apologies. D-do I look acceptable, master William?"
She too was wearing one of the new maid uniforms -- expertly crafted by Mrs Rottah. Miss Grace preferred to have a more reserved variation of the uniform. The length of her skirt purposefully covered her knot. On her mother's request, latex had been used to define her as a member of the Lockwood family. It was used sparingly -- only around her waist and breast as part of her corset.
"You look like a maid of Jewell estate, Miss Grace. Are you prepared?"
"I'll do my best, master William."
Miss Grace was met with trepidation from the other maids. She was still the daughter of 'The Mistress.' They feared she would start to pull her status as a 'Lockwood' to get out of doing work. Miss Grace did a wonderful job of defying those expectations. Within the week, the staff could see she was nothing like her mother. They recognized that she had been raised in a strict home, but no bitterness was found in her actions.
The way she acted around the young master, however, stirred emotions in the other maids. She clearly understood the nature of the futanari conspiracy: tempt and tease master William into adoring futa. Much to their distress, Miss Grace was far from discrete in her temptations. Miss Emily thought it was humours.
"My sweet maids, we have all been flirting with master William in a similar manner for quite some time."
During their first days, they hadn't even thought of touching the young master. Now, their bodies were all over him. A simple request or question resulted in their breasts, bellies, or bulges being pressed into the blushing boy. Their level of intimacy had grown without them even realizing it.
Now aware of their actions, they dared to push the boundaries even further. Miss Emily she saw no reason to stop her maid's new wave of flirting. Master William would not protest. In fact, he was clearly encouraging it.
It was common for his maids to stand behind him -- to the side -- while he greeted guests. Now his maids stood directly behind him. Those more mature -- and often larger in length -- pressed their breasts into his back and allowed their cocks to squeeze between his ass-cheeks. When assisting the young master with a task, they forced themselves closer to him. William was being engulfed by plump cleavage, poked with firm girlcocks, and had his sides assaulted with swinging hips.
The maids could see his last layers of resistance melting away.
William was so flustered by the near-constant assault of buxom bodies and curved cocks that he often hid away in storage rooms for respite. These rooms were usually dark and confined. Usually he found them empty, but one fatal evening he rushed into a storage room before checking if it was occupied.
He ran face first into darkness. Warm, plump, giggling darkness. The woman's laughter bounced her breasts around his head -- locking him harder into her embrace. William instantly knew who it was. There was only one woman that giggled like that. There was only one futa with a cock that reached so easily up between her breasts. Miss Beatrice wrapped her arms around William's head and pulled him close.
"Dear master William! I didn't think you were such a forward man. What if one of the other maids discovers us?"
William mumbled, but his words were lost between Miss Beatrice's huge bosom.
"Did an older futa like me really catch you eye? I'm flattered my sweet master, but we really shouldn't."
William was helpless and running out of air.
"But then again, I have seen the way you look at me. Who am I to deny your loving gaze?"
Miss Beatrice was in fantasy land when she felt William start to go limp. She released his face from her suffocating breasts. He gasped desperately.
"I'm so sorry, dear master. I lost myself in thought. You really shouldn't jump a woman like this. A futanari might get the wrong idea."
"I- I was just trying to find somewhere to rest. P-please forgive me."
"Forgiven! And rest? You have been flush recently, master William. Does my master need a place to hide away?"
"O-only for a moment, I am fine. I promise. I simply..."
Miss Beatrice felt William had refilled his lungs well enough.
"Then here you shall rest, my master. Relax your body and lean into me. Mama Beatrice will protect you."
William mumbled in protest, but began to decompress. Miss Beatrice's fingers running through his hair had a calming effect on his entire body. He felt tingles run down his back.
"There, there. We see you, master William. Don't think for a second that we take you for granted. We see everything you do for us. Let me treat you. Let me care for you. Like you care for us. If only I could find a man like you for myself, master William."
William wrestled to peek his head out of Miss Beatrice's cleavage. He managed enough space to speak, but his lips were brushing against her plentiful breasts.
"I-Is a lovely futa like yourself not married?"
"M-married? Oh, Goddess no. I haven't thought about that since I started work."
"A-a harem, perhaps?"
"Nope!"
"A-are you not interested?"
"M-master William. Your innocence is beautiful, but sometimes frustrating."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be." She kissed his forehead.
Miss Beatrice's usual happy-go-lucky nature faded.
"Finding a man that can -- withstand my length -- is a challenge. I have all but given up that such a man exists.
That same length was pressed up against William's chest. He felt her throbbing up his entire body. The tip was brushing against his neck. It made sense. Her cock was colossal. Few men would survive even half her length, forget the entire girlcock.
"Do not give up, Miss Beatrice. If the Goddess gave you a mas- a lengthy cock, then she must have created a man to match."
"M-master William?"
"Yes?"
"Do you find the sight of my cock... scary?"
William reached out his arms and grabbed Miss Beatrice around the waist. He pulled her close.
"The only thing I fear about your cock, Miss Beatrice, is that I would not be man enough to please it."
"Master William." Miss Beatrice looked longingly into William's eyes.
"Master William, you are more man than any I have ever known."
"I have all of you to thank for that, Miss Beatrice."
"Master. I can feel you pressing into me."
William's cock had escaped his clothes in all the hugging.
"Agh. I-if you allow me, I can tuck it back into..."
"No. Please. Press it against mine. Don't be shy. I may be far longer, but please don't feel small. I don't want you to feel small."
William paused for a moment before pushing his hips into Miss Beatrice. His shaft brushed up against her cock-sock. They both pulled each other close.
"Master? I want to feel you. Skin-to-skin. Is this acceptable?"
"Please. Let me do it."
Miss Beatrice half-released William and allowed him to gently grab the top of her cock sock.
"You don't usually wear a cock-sock, Miss Beatrice."
"Oh? Are you keeping track, master?"
William blushed.
"Y-your cock is -- hard to ignore."
Miss Beatrice smiled.
"Good. And yes. I've been leaking a lot recently. The cock-sock was necessary."
William slowly pulled the cock-sock off. The soft brushing cotton stimulated Miss Beatrice even more, making her tip leak like crazy.
"Can you endure the leaking?"
"Oh, I leak more than most, master William. And... I find it quite pleasant."
William looked enchanted with her glistening tip as it peaked out from her cleavage.
"Master William, my cock feels lonely without yours against it."
William allowed Miss Beatrice to pull them together once more. He wasn't prepared for the raw hear radiating from Miss Beatrice's shaft. Was it because of how much blood was being pumped through the thing? William didn't have the brain capacity to think right now. He was too busy rolling his hips up and down against Miss Beatrice's ladydick.
"M-master, if you wish to cum, please do it. It would be my honour to make you release."
"Y-you too, Miss Beatrice. I want you to --"
A knock came on the door. Miss Beatrice instantly thrust William against it to keep it shut.
"A-agh! Hello?" She called out.
"Miss Beatrice? I was just looking for you. I need assistance in the kitchen." William was once again buried within Miss Beatrice's body and unable to hear anything.
"I'll come to help as soon as I can, my dear. I'm just spending myself."
"Oh! Enjoy. Be careful, I think master William might be close by. Don't make too much noise. The maids are just about to clean down this corridor."
"Oh, Goddess. I have no good luck."
Miss Beatrice looked down to her cock-sock in William's hand. An idea entered her mind.
"I'm sorry master, but we must be quiet."
She took her cock sock from his hand and pushed it into his mouth. The taste of her leaking pre-cum was in the fabric and William's nose was dominated by her scent. He could vaguely hear maids busy at work outside, but the feeling of Miss Beatrice's cock was intense. If he hadn't been muted, he would have moaned aloud and revealed them.
"Master, I know you want to make me cum, but I want to make you cum even more. You deserve it. You need it. Don't worry about my needs. Tend to your own. Feel the heat of my cock? It is yours."
Miss Beatrice's balls had begun to slap against William's thighs. They were so enormous and full they only made a low thump against his body. Miss Beatrice's entire frame conquered his. He was drowning in her pheromones. Dominated by her curves. Sent mad with the touch of her leaking cock. A stream of pre-cum reached down her shaft until it coated William's dick. When it became lubed with futanari pre-cum, it was over for William.
He felt his mind fully empty. All that mattered was the hear of Miss Beatrice's girlcock. It was a lust-fire, burning her want and desire into him. WIlliam began to shake, and squirm, and splurt his seed against Miss Beatrice's body. She pulled him close, sandwiching their cocks between them. Muffled moans vibrated into her body, William's eyes rolled back while Miss Beatrice whispered in his ear.
"Such a good master. Empty for mama. Squirt all your man-seed for me. Good boy. Good boy."
As the last rolls of orgasm faded, William was consumed by exhaustion. Miss Beatrice held him upright as his legs gave up. She felt all the strength leave his body.
"There, there. You must exhaust yourself to recover yourself, master William. Good boy. You came so much. You were really pent up, weren't you?"
William mumbled in the positive. His mouth still gagged with Miss Beatrice's cock-sock.
"I could tell. Thank the Goddess we weren't discovered. You needed this. That silly maid could have ruined this moment. Or maybe, I should have invited her to join us?"
Miss Beatrice was half-joking.
"Hmmhm hmhm."
Miss Beatrice removed the cock-sock from William's mouth
"What was that, master?"
"Y-yesh... More... Cocks..."
Miss Beatrice's eyes jumped open.
"N-naughty master. You aren't supposed to admit you want more. Not yet. You pervert."
"But... You're all so... kind to me..."
"Because you deserve it, little master. Even if you are a peeping-tom pervert."
Miss Beatrice realized her mistake too late.
"Peeping-tom... Y-you knew I was watching... that night?"
"I've been caught. Sorry, master. Knowing you were watching me only made me more excited. Am I a bad maid?"
"N-no... never..."
"Master. Did you like the gift I left you? In the jar?"
William remembered. The jar full of freshly pumped cum. All for him. His secret addiction.
He nodded.
"If the master wants, I could leave you another gift tonight. Same place. Same jar. No one would know."
William leaned forward to kiss Miss Beatrice's tip. He didn't say a word, but the way he looked up at Miss Beatrice told her everything.
"I'll have it pumped full by dusk, my pervert master."
"Thank you... Miss..."
William passed out between Miss Beatrice's breasts.
"My cum belongs to you, my sweet boy."
>
Miss Beatrice felt it necessary to hide William away from the working maids as she exited the storage room. She didn't want to earn their jealous looks. She pulled William up into her body while looking around the room. A box of large towels caught her eye. Once William was firmly locked between her breasts, she wrapped a towel around him. William's legs naturally wrapped around Miss Beatrice's hips like a grasping koala.
"My Goddess, I haven't carried a male like this since my childhood crush sneaked into... actually, I must not think about that. It will only make me hard again."
Miss Beatrice carried the rest of the towels in front of her -- fully concealing the resting master now one with her body. Not a single maid noticed Miss Beatrice's extra passenger. She summoned Miss Clara to one of William's lounge rooms and revealed his state.
"Beatrice! What did you do?"
"You should be asking what the young master did, Miss Clara. Please, he needs tending to. And I have duties."
Miss Clara narrowed her eyes and stared at Miss Beatrice.
"How long exactly has he been unconscious?"
"W-well -- I thought that maybe -- I could carry him around a bit. He felt so nice between my breasts and his little cock is brushing against mine, and it --"
Miss Clara looked extremely displeased with Miss Beatrice.
"You tried to carry him around during your duties, didn't you?"
Miss Beatrice pouted.
"You would have done the same. He makes a very good mount."
Miss Clara sighed.
"Release the poor thing and give him to me."
Miss Beatrice reluctantly undid the towel holding William in place and let Miss Clara pull him away. Miss Beatrice couldn't do it herself -- William's grip was stronger than either had expected. Once William was laid down, Miss Beatrice was free to continue her day.
"So long, my sweet master." She waved a small handkerchief as she left through the door.
Now alone, Miss Clara sat down next to the young master's sleeping body. She shuffled next to him and raised his head gently onto her lap. His nose started to sniff and he shuffled closer. The scent of Miss Clara's flaccid cock was drawing him in. He rubbed his head against her cock-sock and then settle into sleep.
"Oh, master William. What are we going to do with you?"
Miss Clara began to brush William's shoulder softly. She tried her best to see him as a proud gentleman of esteem and dignity. But every time she looked at him, she only saw a small helpless animal. Sometimes he was a puppy in her eyes: full of life and excitement. Right now, he looked more like a cat: curled up without a care in the world. Just as a cat bathes in warm sunlight, William was bathing in the touch of his maid.
"Would the master prefer my raw touch?"
William was dreaming while he brushed his face against her cock-sock. Miss Clara took that as a 'yes.' She pinched at her clothing, and pulled her cock-sock away slowly. When William's cheek finally pressed against her raw shaft he settled once again.
"May I confess something, master William? I adore watching you fall in love with our cocks. But I must admit: you have trapped us in your own way. Never has a male had such sway over my heart. Your tastes are certainly rare. It usually takes far longer for a male to adore futa like you do. It won't be long now, young master, until we can freely show our love in return. You just need to keep falling. Fall for us, William. Innocent William."
Miss Clara smiled to herself as she saw William drool. His spit pooled across Miss Clara's cock and made her darker-toned cock shiny wet.
"Did I tell you I was a dominatrix, master William. Probably not. If one of my males drooled on my cock without permission, he would be severely punished. Of course, I wasn't like Miss Lockwood. I knew the 'punishments' I dealt to my males -- I knew they really loved them. They wanted to misbehave. I wonder... do you have that same calling? To be punished by an older, controlling woman?"
Miss Clara leaned down to whisper into his ear.
"I would have competition. Do you know how many futa want to have you as their pet? Walk on all fours like a pup? Bark, and whine, and beg, and lie down, and expose your vulnerable little belly. Lady Dove would give you the discipline. I would give you the training. We could make you into the perfect pet. We -- will -- make you into the perfect pet. That's my promise to you, master William."
Miss Clara continued to whisper lewd confessions into William's sleeping mind. After an hour of rest, he began to stir and opened his eyes. He felt two warm pillows pressing into his cheeks. Something sweet and hot was in his mouth. Only half-awake, his vision was dominated by a long, meaty phallic thing running towards his mouth. It was Miss Clara's dick -- he could recognize it anywhere. Only she had such big veins along her shaft. William continued to suckle on her cock-head, licking the glands lazily with his tongue. It took him a minute to full wake up.
His eyes darted up to look at Miss Clara. Her head had fallen to the side and she was sleeping.
'Thank the Goddess' William thought to himself.
The memory of Miss Beatrice was still a blur in his mind, so he had no idea how he got into this position. He feared he had caught Miss Clara sleeping and sucked her cock without permission. Wanting to leave in secret, William began to slowly move. He admitted that the feeling of Miss Clara's tip leaking into his suckling lips was divine, but he needed to escape. After slinking away, he quietly closed the door behind him, leaving Miss Clara -- with a well-placed blanket over her body -- to rest.
Miss Clara opened one eye to check William had indeed left.
"You could have suckled much longer than that, William. Silly boy."
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William didn't have time for a nap. The next party was being held at Jewell estate and he still had plenty to organize. Although his mouth did feel empty without a cock in it.
'F-focus!' he told himself.
In one day, he had had three sexual encounters with three different maids. Why was it all happening at once? The frequent flirting and flashing ladydicks had become normal for William and his maids, but this felt like an evolution. Was that it? Had flirting and flashing become mundane and now William was longing for more? How far was it going to go?
William shook his head and tried to think about anything else. He definitely tried not to think about how he was becoming a promiscuous man-whore. His body buzzed when the idea came into his head. His mind than added an appendix to the end: 'a promiscuous man-whore for futa girlcock.' This made William's legs shake and his mouth water.
'Do I have no self control?'
At that moment, Miss Grace turned the corner and smiled as she saw William.
"Thinking something naughty, master William?" she teased.
"H-how did you... M-miss Grace that's not an appropriate thing to ask a master."
"My apologies, master William. It was a pointless question. Your cheeks gave me the answer before I even asked."
William averted his eyes and cursed his easy blushing cheeks.
"How are you settling in, Miss Grace."
"Everyone is being patient with me, master. However, I suspect they are giving me tasks that keep me far away from you."
"Oh? Why would they do that?"
"I think they want to protect me from their lecherous master."
William once again stared at Miss Grace displeased.
"I like how serious you become when tending to your duties, master William. It's a whole different side to you."
William sighed.
"May I check something, master William?"
"S-sure..."
Miss Grace took a step closer to William and closed her eyes. She sniffed the air a few times. After nodding her head, she then presented a small metal box to William.
"Cinnamon sweets, master William. They are good for covering up a certain scent."
Walking past him, she whispered in his ear.
"Your breath smells like a futanari brothel on a Friday night."
William was happy Miss Grace was now walking off behind him. Bright red embarrassment was painted across his entire face. He opened the box and threw a mint sweet into his mouth.
>
William's duties around the house had slowly began to run dry. At first, his maids had only assisted him with his tasks. Now they practically did them for him. William's role slowly became one of management, but even that felt more like a title than an actual job. His maids were so effective, he felt that disturbing them would only slow them down.
As a result, William began to feel quite restless. What exactly was he doing? Walking around such stunning futanari was a blessing, but he felt like an observer; a spectator in his own home. Someone else in William's position might have relaxed and enjoyed the lack of work. But William felt compelled to be with and around his maids.
This was exactly as the futanari maids intended. William's duties had been purposefully taken over. Miss Julia dealt with his letters. Miss Clara handled food and banquets. Miss Beatrice -- despite her somewhat air-headed nature -- was amazing at keeping the estate spotless. Lady Dove was the only teacher William needed and Miss Rottah sent one of her personal maids to tend to clothes and fabrics. Any role William could have managed was being handled by an expert maid.
Why did they do this? They were guiding William into a different role. One that only a male with his growing skills could perform. If William were to suddenly disappear or become enthralled with a new career path, no one -- not even his own parents -- would notice. The maids now had total control over the Jewell estate. All that was left, was to control William himself.
This makes it sound like the maids had everything perfectly planned out. Every possible outcome considered; and only the best possible path taken. This is far from the truth. They had expected William's 'changes' to take at least a year. It took three months. Not a single one of them had seen a male become so infatuated with girlcock in such a short time. They jokingly praised the power of their ladydicks and futa pheromones, but knew the truth. It was William's body and mind that deserved praise.
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William now fiercely enjoyed his social gatherings. Party or dinner, they had all become something he looked forward to. Every single one of his guests were now futanari or the wives (and male-wives) of futanari. Every gathering was a chance for William to learn even more about futanari culture from the very people that lived it. Reading the books from Lady Dove taught him much, but there was nothing like seeing futanari culture with his own eyes.
Futanari liked to dress matching their partners. Due to the size difference between futa and the other sexes, pairs often came in large and small. After a futanari suggested that William should do themed gatherings, his parties became the talk of the futanari district. Every Friday night, futa after futa poured across the border to knock on his front door.
Tonight's theme was a masquerade where everyone must be inspired by an animal. Most futanari chose animals associated with breeding or virility. By the time the party reached its peak, the floor was filled with bunny-masks, bull-masks, goat-masks, and stag-masks. No futanari spared the chance to show off. Bunny-futa had silk ears and huge fluffy-ball tails. The Bull-futa and Goat-futa competed to see who had the greatest horns. The party was alive with laughter and drink.
The masks were all made from the same artisan, so no-one could be immediately identified. William was given a dog-mask -- at Miss Clara's secret request.
It was common courtesy for futanari to only bring one of their males to a party. If every futa brought their entire harem, every room in the Jewell estate would have been packed-full. Boy-toys and males often competed with each other to become their futanari mistress' plus-one.
Seeing other males subservient to futanari eased William's heart. For so long it had been just him and his maids. He began to wonder what was normal and what wasn't. Having a network of other males in a similar position to him was a relief. His new growing feelings felt less alien. Of course, the other males didn't reveal anything about the futanari conspiracy. Since they were often their futanari's favourite, they were privy to more information than others. They measured their words before speaking to William.
"You and your maids work so hard to bring us these parties, please extend my thanks to them."
"I must say, Mr Jewell, you have some of the most hung maids I have ever seen. Don't tell my mistress I told you that, though."
There was also an undercurrent of jealously over William's situation. The Jewell manor was an inversion of what most males knew. Usually, one futanari mistress was surrounded by a harem of loyal males. William, on the other hand, had the opposite: he had an entire harem of futanari all to himself. The other males adored their mistresses, but the idea of having two mistresses? Three? Twenty-one futa fawning all over them? Even the most devoted male felt a touch of envy.
William, as usual, was clueless to any of this. He was simply enjoying the amazing company and making sure everyone was having a good time. Tonight he was annoymous and enjoyed not being the host for the night. There was a buzz of excitement in the masked crowd. Who was who? Who cared? Tonight everyone talked in riddles and secrets.
A sudden shift in energy occurred when one of William's most esteemed -- and dangerous -- guests arrived: Miss Florence Lockwood.
Unlike other futanari, Miss Lockwood didn't need to request invitation to parties. She simply arrived and was accepted without fuss. Naturally she wore a mask of her own craft, making her stand out in the crowd. Her mask was a six-eyed spider. She wasn't going to be mistaken for a common futa. William dreaded their next encounter and the interrogation he feared would follow. To his surprise, Miss Lockwood instead invited him to dance. How exactly she knew it was him, he had no idea.
This was -- in part -- a power play. Miss Lockwood was declaring her importance as the first futa to dance with the party host. However, as the slow dance continued her true interests were revealed.
"How is my daughter, Mr Jewell?"
William understood why Miss Lockwood had requested a traditional dance. The passionate grinding of a futanari dance wouldn't allow for a quiet talk like this.
"Miss Emily informs me she is adapting to her role well."
"Yes, but how is she?"
"H-have you not had contact from her, Mistress Lockwood?"
Miss Lockwood looked away slightly.
"My apologies, Mistress. Your daughter is... happy. At least, whenever I see her -- she is always smiling."
"And does she hesitate? Is she becoming a futa?"
William was not sure what 'becoming a futa' meant exactly. He tried to offer Miss Lockwood comfort.
"She is one of my most head-strong maids."
"Good." Miss Lockwood said, rather sharply.
"Are 'you' doing well, Mistress Lockwood?"
Miss Lockwood almost missed her step.
"M-me? I -- I confess, there is a missing piece since my daughter left. I considered having another child -- my breeding male longs to carry -- but I think that would only create another hole."
'B-breeding male?' William made a mental note to ask Lady Dove about that.
"I think that is wise, Mistress Lockwood. I-If your character is as strong as your cock, you will recover soon from this pain."
William had been reading plenty of futanari literature in his free-time. He had started to learn what futanari liked to hear.
"Mr Jewell, during our first meeting, I failed to give you an offer I give every male."
William knew what was coming.
"Should you ever come crawling to my home, declaring yourself a worthless male in need, I would accept you into my harem with no second thought."
William felt himself blushing from the idea.
"I-I'm sure your harem is already numerous with loyal males."
"I would make space for a male like you."
Miss Lockwood was exceedingly confident in her offer. William could feel her manipulative power.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Mistress Lockwood. One day that might happen, but not today."
Directly declining an offer to join a futanari harem was considered rude. William had been taught how to be politely indirect.
"One day, Mr Jewell." Miss Lockwood whispered to herself.
William kneeled down to kiss Mistress Lockwood's cock as the dance ended.
"Mr Jewell. Bless my knot with your lips this time."
William was forced to comply. He directed his lips towards the thick base of Miss Lockwood's cock. The texture was different, but still burning hot.
"Until our next meeting, William."
Miss Lockwood -- her heart settled -- left the party and returned home. William felt his shoulders relax after he watched her leave. He had survived his second encounter with 'The Mistress.' Miss Grace appeared next to William with a tray of refreshments.
"A drink, master William?"
"Thank you, Miss Grace. Your mother is a scary futa."
"You don't need to tell me. Well done, master."
"Are you going to send a letter to her soon?"
"When I feel like it."
"You have a special power over her."
"I don't know, master. The way you were grinding your bulge against hers -- I think you have some power of your own."
"T-that will be all, Miss Grace."
"Yes, master William." Miss Gracelynn smiled cheekily at William.
William wasn't the only one that felt tense around 'The Mistress.' The entire room relaxed after her departure. Miss Beatrice saw a chance for some fun and started to play a higher tempo song over the speaker. The room slowly shifted into a dancing mass of bodies. William -- with no idea that this was going to happen -- was caught in the middle of a dancing masquerade.
Thankfully this wasn't William's first time seeing futanari dance. He realized his maids had previously watered-down their movements when dancing. They had eased their young master into the passionate dance. His guests did no such thing.
Males and futanari alike moved in wild swinging movement. Masked -- William was easily mistaken for any other male. Wanting to blend in, he watched the other males and how they behaved. How did they perform this dance?
One thing became crystal clear: the futanari were the ones that lead the dance. If a futa grabbed a male and shifted him into a new position, he made no attempt to deny her. Total male submission was a key aspect of futanari dance. At no point did any male try to take control or define how they moved. Responding to their futa was the only requirement.
Had William been familiar with pole-dancing, he would have recognized how his fellow males danced. The centre piece of the dance were the futa's girlcocks. Males made sure to bump, grind, bounce, and roll their hips over their ladydick'ed partners. William was impressed by how low some of his male guests could drop into squats.
The futanari in return made sure to grab, twist, and turn their smaller counterparts. Flaccid cocks were slapped across male bodies, half-erect ladydicks were hot-dog'ed between willing asscheeks, and full erect cocks were hidden between breasts, but met with kissing lips. It was a strange mix of erotic display, but they never fully revealed their shafts. Every single person pretended this dance wasn't a few steps away from evolving into a full blown orgy.
William's wrist was pulled by a stranger; a bunny-mask male. The bunny-boy pulled him close and whispered:
"There's a futa that needs two males. Come help me."
Sure enough, the futanari in question was packing a hung, meaty thing between her thick thighs. She too wore a bunny-mask, which hinted that the male pulling William's wrist belonged to her. In a moment, William was turned around. Him and his bunny-boy partner were hip-to-hip with both of their asses grinding against the futa in question.
"What a juicy pair of boys."
William was nervous to dance for a stranger, but the bunny-boy bumped his hip into William's.
"Loosen up, you're way too stiff. And only one thing should be stiff during this kind of dance."
The bunny-boy kept playfully bouncing his hip against William's until they started to move as one. The futa's cock was now jumping between William's and the bunny-boy's ass. The futanari gave a hard slap against William's rear.
"What a meaty male you are. Move your hips lower, enjoy my touch."
The futanari grabbed the bunny-boy's rear and began to control how he danced. William was left recoiling after a red-hot smack was left on his clothed ass. It sent a shock through his entire system. A shock he wanted to experience again.
"Goddess, William has the best parties." the futa-bunny confessed.
Blushing under his mask, William began to let go. He forgot about responsibilities, about troubles or turmoil. He just danced. Inspired by the males around him, he began to lower his upper-body while bending over -- keeping his ass firm against the massive girlcock. The futanari -- liking what she was seeing -- grabbed William's wrists for support. He was free to swing and grind with the music, so powerful and stable was the futa's stance.
The bunny-boy mirrored William's movements and soon the futa was moaning with lust. After some heavy bouncing, she pulled William upward and close. Her firm breasts pressed into his back as she whispered in his ear.
"You are a tease male. I'm going to take my husband and find a quiet place for him to drain me. I want you to keep tempting futa, you hear me? You're a natural whore. Next time, I'll use both of you."
William's entire body buzzed with excitement. Being called a 'natural whore' ignited a fire in his belly. His prostate was pulsing with pleasure. With a parting smack on his ass, he was thrust into the random mass of dancing bodies. It didn't take long before William was under another futanari's spell. This time it was two futa. One goat-masked futa. One bull-masked futa.
Sandwiched between their sweating bodies, William had no chance of escape. From feel alone, he could tell the goat-masked futa behind him was fully erect. Her cock was dressed in some elaborate laced cock-sock, but nothing could hide its firmness. Her breasts enveloped the shaft as she pushed her body into William's back. In front of William, there was a half-erect cock of a type he had never seen. It was far more cylindrical than any other cock. Dense, rounded, and with a medial ring half way down the shaft. The tip was bulky and flared outward. William gasped when he saw it.
"Does this male find me displeasing?" the bull-futa asked.
Instead of answer with words, William answered with his body. He recalled a story where a male had seduced a futa with an exotic dance from a desert-land. William brushed his belly up against the bull-cock and began to undulate his abdomen in time with the music. He looked up through the mask and smiled shy.
"Thank the Goddess. A male with some courage. Keep doing that dance, little-thing, and I will tease you all night."
"If she can even last all night." the futa behind William whispered into his ear.
"Ignore her and dance, my sweet male."
William didn't really dance with them. It was more like a struggle for air. After inspecting the bull-futa more, he saw she was extremely muscular. Her dress was designed to flaunt every muscle; every tendon. When she pulled William close, she only used a fraction of her strength. As the dance continued, he realized the futanari behind him was also a powerful futa. He was being lovingly crushed between their well-toned bodies. While William preferred his futanari on the plump and round side, he was starting to enjoy the absolute control these futa exerted over his body.
William felt another male join in, a bull-masked boy started to hump at the bull-futa's leg.
"Hmm. Such a needy little male I have. I apologize, belly-dancing boy, but I must tend to my harem. Take this."
The futa tucked a small card with her details into one of William's pockets.
"The brothel was made for males like you."
William was becoming more and more overwhelmed with each futa he danced with. 'Slut', 'Whore', and 'Boy-bitch' were all whispered in his ears as he danced freely. He needed a drink, some fresh air, and maybe a week to rest. Moving towards a table filled with waiting glasses, he tried to secure a drink. A tall stag-masked futa was waiting for him.
"Thirsty, lost male?"
William only had the energy to nod.
"Here, male. I promise this will taste so sweet."
The futa took a drink and drunk it whole. She then pulled William by the hip and lowered her head to meet his. Their lips touched, and a sweet liquor passed from her mouth into William's. He was helpless to stop her, but when their kiss began he never wanted it to end. When her mouth was empty she parted their lips and asked:
"Better?"
"A-another one, please."
Futanari parties like this ended in one of two ways. They either exploded into a free-use orgy -- males having their holes opened wide and pumped full -- or futanari slowly slipped into neighbouring rooms to 'tend to their needs.' Miss Emily had explicitly asked the guests for the second ending. While William was clearly receptive to teasing and physical touch, a full blown orgy would be too much for the small male. That, and the maids wanted to have him first.
When Miss Emily found William nearing the end of the night, he was passed out in a chair. Judging from the sticky mess on his cheeks, futanari had slapped their cocks across his face while he slept. It was a common thanks for an amazing party. A large, plus-sized futanari was sitting next to him; making sure none of the futa took advantage of the sleeping boy.
"Thank you, Miss Wainfall. I trust William had an enjoyable time?"
"I think your young master had too much fun, Miss Emily."
The two futa looked down to William's lower half. It was common for males overwhelmed by futanari pheromones to cum without warning. William had turned his pants a darker colour with his spent seed.
"What a sensitive thing he is..." Miss Wainfall looked longing at him.
"I will make sure he is washed and well rested."
There was a hidden trick during the masquerade that night. William believed his mask was like any other and therefore made him anonymous during the dance. In secret however, Miss Clara had fixed a special extra piece to his mask. All guests were told how to identify the young master. Even the males played along and pretended they didn't know. It was no coincidence that William had been in such high demand that night.
>
"M-Miss Emily? Is everything alright? The party! What happened? Did I..."
Miss Emily placed a finger against William's lips. He was resting on her lap, while she sat on his bed. William had been changed into his night-wear. To his surprise, Miss Emily was also wearing her night-wear: a purple gown that exposed her shoulders, but covered her entire body in flowing silk.
"The party was a great success, master William. You had so much fun, I believe it was too much. All the guests have left and the house is sleeping."
"O-oh, that's a shame. I was having... such a fun time."
Miss Emily saw a hint of sadness.
"There will always been another party, master William."
"Y-yes, I know. It's not that. I just..."
Tonight was the night. Miss Emily could feel it. William was directionless. His duties had been taken over by his maids. He had no idea what to do with himself anymore. The party had made him forget and now it was all coming back.
"What am I going to do with myself, Miss Emily? I cannot party every day until I die. That is not a life."
It was time to tease out a confession. William's body undeniably adored the presence of futanari. Even now, his cock was half-erect just from Miss Emily's flaccid cock being pressed into his cheek. His unconscious mind was also in love. Dreaming of futanari was the first indicator. His openness to all things futa was another. But he hadn't verbally confessed his love. Miss Emily wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to hear it. But she also wanted William to hear it come from his own lips.
"Master William. There are many paths in life. Maybe it is time for change."
"I don't like that. I like things how they are. With all of you. My maids. Everything feels so nice."
"You wouldn't need to give us up. In fact, you could love us even more."
"L-love?"
"My apologies, master. I only meant..."
"N-no... you're right... I do love my maids. I love being around you, and working with you, and our parties and..."
William leaned up. Miss Emily's gown split at her belly, exposing her hung girlcock and plump nuts.
"Is there something else, master William? Something you love even more?"
William's eyes were locked onto Miss Emily's cock. He peered upward to look her in the eyes.
"You won't judge me. It will be a secret?"
"Master... Do you really think we don't already know? It's no secret. You are keeping it secret only from yourself."
William hesitated.
"Miss Emily... I can't tell... If I adore you... or your cocks..."
'What a romantic.' Miss Emily playfully thought to herself.
William continued.
"I... I think even if you weren't futa... I would want to please all of you... But you being futa; having such beautiful, powerful things between your legs... Only makes me adore you more... I just..."
"Master William? You think too much. Focus on me. Focus on the right now. Take a deep breath. Tell me what you feel."
"I..."
William swallowed.
"I want to be your male. I want to belong to all of you."
"Because..."
"Because I love you all... and I love your girlcocks."
Miss Emily's cock bounced up for a moment. She savoured the lust growing inside her body.
"B-but, I want you to tell me something, Miss Emily."
Miss Emily nodded her head.
"Some of the books Lady Dove gave me... Some of the stories... Futanari conquer, they dominate, they control... Is that... Is that why you all became my maids?"
Miss Emily flinched.
"I've been... playing dumb a little... I'm not as clueless as you might think... You want to take control of me, don't you?"
Miss Emily felt like her world splinter -- on the verge of all crashing down. There was no point lying. She knew William would be able to see it in her eyes.
"When we first came to Jewell manor... it was to turn you into our male... yes... but when you were so sweet to us... so kind, and thoughtful, and open, and cute... the last thing we wanted was to hurt you... we saw your absent parents... your lonely life... we wanted to make you happy... I promise, that's the truth."
William leaned up to Miss Emily. He took her chin in his hand and lifted her head.
"Miss Emily... thank you... I knew something was... different... But now it's my turn to tell you the truth."
Miss Emily held her breath.
"I... I wanted... I want you to take control of me... From the first day, when you all exposed your cocks to me... I knew what you were doing... My old nanny, she was a futa... she told me... something like this could happen... But I wasn't scared... It sounded like a dream; a fantasy... a whole group of hung women... all fighting over me... Is it wrong I wanted that?"
Miss Emily shook her head.
"Miss Emily... if I wanted to stop you... I could have... You think you came into my life and took control... but the truth is... I gave it to you... At any point I could have made it stop... fired all of you... my mother would have allowed it... but I didn't..."
Miss Emily rested her hand on William's neck.
"Tonight... I want to... give you everything... tell the maids to stop holding back... tell them... to use me... to corrupt me... I'll still play dumb... But don't misunderstand... I want this... Make me your male. All of you."
"Master William..."
"And please... keeping calling me master... I like... I like everyone pretending I'm at the top... when the truth is... I belong under all of you."
Miss Emily's cock was now rock hard.
"Master William. You are unlike any other male I have ever met. You know, surrendering yourself to futanari is no easy task. You will serve girlcock forever and ever. We will train you to please us. And that's the only thing you will ever do."
"Miss Emily... isn't it obvious that... that's all I want?"
"I just needed to hear you say it."
"Bad maid." William said playfully.
"No, master William. You're the bad one. You've been playing with us. Do you have any idea how long we've been waiting to use you."
"U-use me? N-no, I didn't... then please..."
William leaned down and grabbed Miss Emily's cock. He brushed his lips to her tip.
"Teach me how to be used."
"Right now, master William?"
"Y-yes! All of my holes... all of them belong to my maids now."
"Oh, master. They always did. But you know, I'm far too big to fit inside you. You're going to need a lot of training."
"Lady Dove says I'm a good student."
"Lady Dove will train you too."
William breathed in sharp. His lips were an inch away from Miss Emily's tip.
"Please, Miss Emily. I need to taste you. I-I'll train until I'm able to take everyone's size. G-girth, length, knots, I'll be able to take it all!"
"Don't forget about the gallons and gallons of cum."
A shock ran down William's spine.
"Are you ready to devote yourself to futanari girlcock? Are you prepared to serve us and our needs?"
"I am. Always."
"Show me your passion, master William."
It was a good thing no one else was awake at that hour. If anyone had been close to William's bedchambers they would have heard an ungodly-sound emerging from the room. William's spit was coating Miss Emily's massive cock while he greedily thrust his head down on her length. Her bulky tip pushed into the back of his throat and he gagged. The slurping and gagging and moans from Miss Emily echoed throughout the upper floors of Jewell manor.
Miss Emily's ladydick was curved like no other. It bulged in the middle, making William exert extra force with each head-thrust. His blowjob skills were untrained, but his enthusiasm pleased Miss Emily endlessly. His eyes were ignited with lust, his hands gripped the base of her cock strong, and his tongue was wild along the underside of her shaft.
"Glurk -- ugh -- glurk -- agh"
"M-master William. Where did you learn such sloppy technique? You slutty boy. Don't you dare stop."
Cast in the moonlight, Miss Emily look stunning in her gown. Her voluptuous frame filled William with want. He wanted to grasp her, hold her, pull her close, and kiss every curve twice over. Devotion was all he could think about. And what a futanari to devote himself to. As William's blowjob became more intense she raised her hands to her head. For the first time, William saw Miss Emily undo her hair-bun. Her thick straight hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked untamed, her eyes equally flooded with desire.
"My master's love for girlcock is unrivalled. Show me, William. Show me who you really are."
To William's frustration, he could only swallow a third of Miss Emily's glorious boy-breaking girlcock. He wanted to feel her entire length violate his throat. He didn't care how deep inside it would reach, he simply needed to pleasure her entirely. He settled for violently stroking the remaining two thirds with his hands. They were so tightly clenched around her meaty cock, Miss Emily grabbed William's hair and groaned.
"My cock isn't going anywhere, master William. It's yours! No other male deserves it. Only you! Only you have earned our love."
Hot pre-cum was coating the inside of William's mouth. He twisted his head to poke his cheeks with her tip. The entire time he was careful not to grind his teeth against her length. However, her shaft felt so hard -- so steel-strong -- she wouldn't even have noticed if he did.
"Only you, master William! Only your closest maids will know. Know that we didn't corrupt you. You surrender yourself to girlcock with ease. You belong on the end of a leaking ladydick, you slut!"
William whined in pleasure. Miss Emily's voice -- usually monotone -- was filled with wrathful emotion. The frustration of holding herself back was transfused into raw lust. She knew William's throat had limits, but that didn't stop her from skull-fucking his mouth. William was defenceless against her assault, as the pair built closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to pump you full, my lewd master. Do you want that? Do you need it? Oh! Goddess! I've found the perfect male. It won't be long until you've tasted every single maid, master William! Long for it! Dream of it! Take it all! Take it all, you cock-sucking man-whore!"
William and Miss Emily's combined strength thrashed his mouth until Miss Emily's legs locked up and she began to shake in short, sharp pulses. She pushed her cock into the back of William's throat. Releasing his hair, she interlocked her fingers with his. Their eyes stared deep into each other.
"All of it. Master William. All of it. For you. Only you."
William's eyes began to roll back and flicker as the torrent of futanari-seed came rushing up Miss Emily's cock. It felt like sticky-sweet nectar painting his mouth. Miss Emily's ejaculation was ferocious, splurting thick seed without end. William's mouth began to fill as his throat struggled to swallow all the futa-nut. But he wasn't going to waste a single drop. William forced himself to swallow past his gag-reflex and ensured none of his head maid's love was wasted. Only a few rogue splurts escaped to coat his lips.
After Miss Emily's cum subsided, William was able to look up at her again. Her smile was so blissful and satisfied.
"William? Clean me, my perfect master."
William obediently began to suckle, lick, and then kiss Miss Emily's cock shiny clean. He slurped the last thick strands of seed from her tip-hole then released her cock from his mouth. Miss Emily saw the hint of longing in his eyes.
"It feels empty without a cock inside your mouth, doesn't it?"
William nodded.
"I must make some changes with the maids, make some announcements. But once that is done, we could organize a rotation for the maids to 'keep you company' each night. Would master William like that?"
William's longing was overwritten with exhausted excitement.
"Very good, master. And..."
Miss Emily leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Going to sleep with a male's lips wrapped around your cock is one of the best feelings a futa can have."
William breathed deep. Miss Emily winked at him.
"Was my mouth... acceptable?"
Miss Emily giggled.
"Oh, master. Your mouth was divine. But I have a feeling -- that once you are fully trained -- your throat will be demonic."
"Then... please be patient for my throat... like you have been patient for this whore."
William pushed himself up to rest his head against Miss Emily's covered breast. The silk felt so soft on his panting cheeks.
"A lot happened tonight, master William. You have more than earned a rest. Sleep and have only the best dreams."
"I don't need to... dream anymore... You are all already... the futa of my dreams."
"Your new life begins tomorrow, master William."