G-String Butlers Inc.

I arrived at Mrs. Greenberg's home on Saturday, a few minutes early. 'I'm just here to do a job,' I kept reminding myself, but I was so nervous I could hardly think straight.

I had marketed my services successfully, much to my surprise, and had now arrived at my first engagement. I was to serve as Mrs. Greenberg's butler for the afternoon - serving a group of people I had never laid eyes on before. That alone would have been enough to make me nervous. Add to that the fact that I would be wearing only a g-string and a vest – well, you get the picture. Would they know ahead of time that I would be serving them half naked, I wondered? For that matter, I didn't know whether I'd be serving men, women, or both.

I rang the doorbell, and a Hispanic woman in an apron answered it. She led me to the living room and told me that Mrs. Greenberg would be with me shortly. It was the same room I had been in previously but, unlike the first time, two bridge tables with eight chairs now occupied the center of the room. I stood there trying to look more confident than I felt, and before long the two women I had met on my previous visit entered the room.

My employer, Mrs. Greenberg was a very attractive, slim woman in her early 50's. Today, she was wearing a tasteful black and white knee-length cocktail dress. Its narrow cut accentuated her slim figure and made her look very appealing. A pair of low black shoes and an elegant pearl necklace completed the outfit.

Her friend, Mrs. Aldridge, accompanied her. Mrs. Aldridge was a heavier, but by no means overweight woman. She wore a floral print pleated skirt and a white blouse that showed off her cleavage to great advantage. At our first meeting, it was Mrs. Aldridge who seemed to be in charge, but now it was Mrs. Greenberg who spoke.

"Hello Daniel. Let me tell you what we have planned for today. You'll be serving eight of us. We ladies occasionally get together to play bridge. Your job will be to serve whatever finger foods Angelina has prepared, and to keep our glasses full. You can use the bathroom to change into your uniform. Then go down the hall to the kitchen, and Angelina will show you what needs to be done."

As instructed, I made my way to the bathroom and changed into my uniform. It consisted of black shoes, black socks, a black vest, a black bow tie, and a black g-string. Trying not to feel foolish, I made my way to the kitchen.

"Humph," Angelina muttered when she looked up at me from her work. The slight look of disgust that showed on her features before she turned away, told me what she thought of my presence and attire.

"Mrs. Greenberg told me that you would show me what needs to be done?" I said.

"You will answer the bell as the ladies arrive," she said flatly. "Then you will ask each of the ladies what they would like to drink. Two different kinds of white wine are in the refrigerator. Champagne is in an ice bucket in the living room. On the counter there is red wine," she said pointing. "You will be bringing out trays with various hors d'oeuvres. There are lobster puffs, cheese pastries, marinated water chestnuts wrapped in bacon, and ladyfingers. Most of them are in the ovens over there. Some others are in the refrigerator. The platters are here. You will offer the food to each of the ladies in turn. Then you can place the platters on the side table."

She looked at me again, her eyes running down to the sagging pouch that held my balls, then back up to my face. She seemed about to say something, then apparently thought better of it.

Going to the door, she said to me, "I will be down the hall in the den if you need me." And with that she was gone.

I spent some time getting the layout of the kitchen. I located the hors d'oeuvres and arranged some of them on trays. Then, I took a minute to memorize the wines that were available. Before I knew it, the doorbell was ringing. It was time to greet the first guest.

"Welcome to Mrs. Greenberg's home," I said as I held the door. "May I take your coat?"

In stepped a dark haired beauty of about 40, and her perfume filled my senses as she turned, allowing me to remove her coat. Then she stepped away from me, looking me up and down. She showed no sign of surprise that I should be dressed as I was.

"Please come this way," I indicated as I led her into the living room.

The women greeted each other. Then, when there was a break in the conversation, I asked them all what they would care to drink.

The orders taken, I returned to the kitchen to fill their glasses and brought them out on a bar tray. As I was serving the drinks, Mrs. Greenberg introduced me to her guest. "Ethel, this is Daniel, my new butler. Daniel, this is Mrs. Tyson."

Mrs. Tyson stepped over to me, and very pointedly ran the fingernails of one hand up the sack of my g-string. "I'm very pleased to meet you," she said, looking directly into my eyes.

"And I, you, madam," I said bowing my head slightly. As her fingers lingered on my crotch, I made a point of not moving my body away. However, I was unable to keep my cock from moving, and my g-string was beginning to bulge under her touch. Then, giving my cock a slight squeeze, she turned back to her friends and resumed their conversation. I took that as my cue to return to my duties in the kitchen.

I returned from the kitchen with a tray of food and was about to start serving the ladies, when the doorbell rang again, announcing the arrival of the next member of the bridge group. She was a slim, sexy, thirty-something woman with short jet-black hair and a vivacious personality. She fairly burst through the door, took a step back, looked me up and down, and growled. The body-hugging pants suit she had on made me want to growl right back, but I restrained myself. When she walked ahead of me towards the living room, however, I couldn't help but admire what a tight ass she had.

"You've met Daniel I presume," Mrs. Greenberg said after greeting her. "Daniel, this is Mrs. Williams."

"How do you do," I said bowing slightly.

She stepped right up to me and, as her thigh made contact with my cock, she grabbed my ass and pressed my body against hers. She whispered in my ear, "Pleased to meet you." Then, just as quickly, she was off talking to the other women.

By now, my blood pressure was elevated considerably. I was so busy though, I hardly had time to think about it. A quick trip to the kitchen, and I had a tray of drinks in one hand and a tray of hors d'oeuvres in the other. As I offered the ladies their drinks, both Mrs. Tyson and Mrs. Williams took the opportunity to fondle my ball sack.

Then the doorbell was ringing again. I answered it to find two more arrivals. The first was a woman whom I was later introduced to as Mrs. Adkins. She was a gray-haired, heavyset woman with a somewhat dour expression. The word "matronly" comes to mind. She was followed by her daughter, Susan, a mousy girl in her early 20's, with braided dirty-blond hair, thick glasses, and a figure like that of a stick. She stood behind her mother as I welcomed the two of them. I led them to the living room and took their drink orders. All the while, I noticed, Susan's wide eyes never seemed to leave my cock.

The final guest arrived before I had time to get drinks for Mrs. and Miss Adkins. Her name was Mrs. Simmons, and she was the boldest of the bunch. When I opened the door, she stepped in, reached into my g-string, and grabbed hold of my balls. "And your name is?" she asked.

"Daniel, Maam," I said standing at attention.

"I think we're going to get along just fine, Daniel," she said, and then she let go of my privates and headed for the living room.

The ladies chatted away and, before long, sat at the bridge tables in what appeared to be their usual teams. All the while, I moved among them refilling drinks and serving food. With the exception of Mrs. Adkins and her daughter, all the women seemed to be taking every opportunity to grab one of my ass cheeks or brush up against my balls.

Remarkably, I started getting used to it! I would serve them, and be fondled, and it seemed like the normal course of things. Even my cock had begun to subside, but not for long.

As I stood beside Mrs. Williams, refilling her glass, she took the opportunity to slide her hand up the back of my leg. It did not stop until it reached my ass, then it slid between my legs and began to massage the base of my cock. Once again, my g-string began to bulge while I stood there, unmoving, allowing her to have her way.

When Mrs. Williams removed her hand in order to throw out a card, I moved on. Taking the champagne bottle from the ice bucket, I refilled Mrs. Adkins' glass. Just as I finished pouring, she pulled out the front of my g-string, lifted her glass, and poured some of her champagne over my cock and balls. I felt a moment of shock as the ice cold bubbles exploded over my genitals, but I made an effort not to allow it to show on my face.

I continued my rounds, and the women continued with their game, but with each new glass of wine they seemed to be getting bolder with respect to me.

"Daniel, take off that silly g-string." Mrs. Greenberg finally said. I removed it and put it in my vest pocket. I was now serving wine to Mrs. Tyson with my cock sticking out at half-mast. As I poured the wine, Mrs. Tyson lifted my cock and engulfed it with her mouth. I let out a small moan as she took two long sucks, sliding her lips from the base of my cock to the tip. Then she kissed the tip and released me.

My cock was now pointing towards the ceiling and as I moved around the tables serving hors d'oeuvres and refilling glasses, the women began having even more fun. Mrs. Williams pulled down on my cock and watched as it sprang up and slapped my stomach. Then she slapped it back and forth and laughed as it swung like a metronome. Mrs. Aldridge sucked the tip of my cock briefly as she stroked the rest with her hand. Then, when I reached Mrs. Simmons, she dipped a finger in her wine and wet my asshole while she sucked one of my balls into her mouth.

Throughout all this, there were two women who were obvious in their nonparticipation – Mrs. Adkins and her daughter, Susan. Mrs. Adkins kept her eyes on her cards and barely glanced at me. Susan, on the other hand, seemed to be looking at me almost constantly. She was not looking at my face too often. Rather, her eyes seemed to be glued to my cock. She seemed so intent on studying my cock, I wondered if she had ever seen one before. Then, when Mrs. Greenberg took my balls in her hand and spent some time squeezing and rolling them around, I couldn't help but notice Susan licking her lips with her tongue.

The card game was, of course, starting to deteriorate at this point. As I moved to refill Mrs. Aldridge's glass for the third or forth time, she pulled her skirt up slightly, reached under it, and pulled her white panties down past her knees. She let them fall to the floor and then kicked them off.

"Daniel, could you please get under the table and lick my pussy," she said.

There was a moment of silence as all heads turned her way. But I filled the silence with a quick "Yes Maam," and crawled under the table.

Her legs felt warm in my hands as she slid down in her seat and allowed me to move between them. I took a moment to gaze at her beautiful thick bush, and inhaled deeply as her soft scent rose and filled my nostrils. Then I began gently lapping at the tufts of fur, willing her lips to part. In a moment her hands were down there, and she was parting her lips for me. Then, as I lapped at her juices, she took the hem of her dress and pulled it over my head. Leaning back in her chair she said, "Now whose lead was it?"

Play resumed up above me, but I took no notice. I was consumed with eating out the cunt in front of me. I fucked the hole with my tongue. I lapped up the juices. I licked around the edges of her bulging clit. I gently sucked on the clit itself. Then I heard a moan as Mrs. Aldridge's body tensed and began to shiver.

When Mrs. Aldridge's orgasm subsided, I moved from between her legs. I heard no sounds above me, and I presumed the game had stopped. But I did notice that a dress to the right of me had been pulled up and the person wearing it, that would be Mrs. Simmons, was busily fingering her own cunt. I crawled over and gently replaced her finger with two of my own. Now her hand was rubbing circles on her clit as I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt. In short order, her legs had locked around my arm and she was trying unsuccessfully to stay quiet as an orgasm swept over her.

I climbed back out from under the table with a soaking wet face and a raging hard-on.

"Daniel, can I see you in the kitchen for a moment," Mrs. Greenberg said getting up from the table. "Excuse me for a moment, Ladies."

I followed her obediently into the kitchen. I wondered whether she was going to scold me for allowing things to go too far. Then, as the kitchen door swung shut behind me, Mrs. Greenberg leaned over the counter and pulled up her dress exposing her pantyless ass.

"Fuck me, Daniel," she ordered.

I stepped up behind her and began rubbing my cock up and down along her slit. Then, with quick, short thrusts I started to enter her. I took my time, allowing only the tip of my cock to penetrate her while my hands caressed her smooth hips and ass. Then, without breaking my rhythm, I unzipped the top of her dress and pulled the sleeves down her arms allowing her braless tits to swing free. I began deepening my thrusts, reveling in the feel of her juices as they coated her legs and my balls. Her hand had found its way to her clit, and soon I had my cock buried deep within her clenching cunt.

As my head lifted in a moan, a movement caught my attention. There, reflected in the glass of the microwave, was the maid, Angelina. She stood just inside the far door to the kitchen, and from what I could see, she appeared to have a hand between her legs.

I didn't look over at Angelina. Instead, I looked down at Mrs. Greenberg's ass. I now had a slow rhythm going, but was slamming into her hard. With each thrust there would be a loud slap as my hips met her wetness, then her ass would shake with the aftershock. And each slap of our bodies would be followed by a low moan from Mrs. Greenberg.

Angelina, I could now see, was leaning against the side of the door with her mouth open and her dress pulled up. She appeared to be getting quite a bit of enjoyment from seeing her boss being fucked. Her fingers were racing furiously over her clit and her muscles seemed clenched. That's when I turned my head to look at her.

Angelina looked me straight in the eyes, but her fingers didn't so much as pause. It seemed clear by the way her legs were spread and her face flushed, that she was only moments away from cumming.

"Come here," I said, taking charge for the first time that day. Angelina walked towards us, as Mrs. Greenberg realized for the first time that we weren't alone. I slammed into Mrs. Greenberg again, eliciting another moan from deep within her. Then I told Angelina to lie down on the floor and lift her dress.

Angelina did as she was told, exposing her cunt to us, and resumed playing with her clit. That's when I pulled Mrs. Greenberg from the counter and, keeping her impaled on my cock, turned her until she was bent over facing Angelina.

"Eat that cunt," I told Mrs. Greenberg, pushing her to her knees. Mrs. Greenberg hesitated, but only for a moment. Then she had her face buried in Angelina's pussy and was lapping and moaning furiously as I resumed pounding her from behind.

I had only a minute or two to enjoy this wonderful threesome. Then we all began cumming. First, it was Angelina who tensed up and began moaning loudly. This triggered Mrs. Greenberg who was moaning into Angelina's dripping wet pussy as her cunt rhythmically clenched my cock. And then it was my turn to let go, and I began shooting stream after stream of cum into my employer's pussy.

My cock began to whither inside Mrs. Greenberg, so I pulled out of her and lay down on the floor hoping to catch my breath. Mrs. Greenberg was still kneeling between Angelina's legs with her ass thrust obscenely in the air, but she had stopped licking Angelina's pussy and was now just resting the side of her face on Angelina's soft mound.

I made no mention to the two naked women on the floor that their guests were standing in the kitchen doorway. I'm not sure how long they had been standing there silently watching, but now they chose to make their presence known.

"I'll be off now, Elizabeth. I've got some errands to run," Mrs. Williams said.

Mrs. Greenberg sat up from Angelina's pussy with a startled look on her face, as if she had forgotten where she was. "Yes, yes, of course," she said making no attempt to cover her tits.

"Thank you for your excellent service, Daniel," Mrs. Williams added. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again soon."

"Yes, thank you all – for a wonderful time," Mrs. Simmons said. Then, the kitchen door swung shut behind the women and we could hear as the guests gathered their belongings and headed for their cars.

When the house was silent, I turned to look at the two women sitting on the floor. They had not moved or made a sound, and they looked wonderfully sexy sitting there with their legs spread and their pussies on display.

"I think it's time for us to start cleaning up, don't you Angelina?" I said. "Perhaps you'd like to start with Mrs. Greenberg's pussy."

Angelina just starred at me for a moment. But then, Mrs. Greenberg turned her body and lay back, spreading her legs in front of Angelina.

Without a word, Angelina got to her knees. Then, looking at Mrs. Greenberg's cum soaked pussy lips, she began to crawl forward in preparation for the afternoon meal.