He was fucking Doris in the morning when I entered with his breakfast tray. Setting it down I looked for a bed table we had bought when Doris was sick. Then knowing my duties as his servant I brought a towel and stood holding it over my arm like a waiter in an upscale restaurant. When they were finished and after I had cleaned their genitals I propped up some pillows for him and then set the table and tray over his lap. Doris began to feed him like a baby but when I turned to leave he stopped me.
"Where do you think you're going, Cooper?"
"Well I..."
"Well nothing, did I give you permission to leave?"
"I'm sorry sir, I forgot. May I be excused now sir?"
"No, certainly not, I want to watch you fuck the slut here. Get up whore and bend over the bed." Doris got her beautiful ass into position and I didn't have to be told twice. My cock came to life like I was a teenager and I shoved it deep into her well-lubricated hole. He began to eat as he watched me fucking her, making comments such as, "move your ass slut" or "let me hear some moaning bitch." She followed his instructions to the letter and I blew my load far too quickly. I then performed my duties with the towel and pulled up my pajama bottoms, taking up my waiter's posture again.
"Will there be anything else sir?" Doris had taken her seat again on the edge of the bed again, feeding him and he didn't answer me until he was finished.
"In the future, Cooper," speaking in his best snooty voice, while Doris wiped his face with a napkin. "In the future I will let you know when you can leave; don't ever ask me again, you only speak when spoken too, is that clearly understood servant?"
"Yes Sir I'm very sorry sir."
"That's better; you can go now and get ready to drive me to school at the usual time. And oh, one more thing; you will be more respectful and bow when addressing me or are excused."
"Yes sir, and thank you sir," I said bowing deeply. May I take the tray now?" He nodded and I bowed again before leaving the room.
It was strange what the lure of sex could do to a man. I had become a lackey to a teenager, who was for the first time in my life providing me with regular sex. He knew exactly that and was taking full advantage, treating me like a menial servant in return for letting me have sex with my own wife. Twenty-five years of two maybe three times a month at the most, with a woman who considered sex a wife's occasional chore. I had become as insane as my wife and I wondered how long it could last.
While we were driving to school he ordered me to go home and move his computer into his master bedroom and to move my clothing and things out before picking him up at noon.
That afternoon when I picked him up, he sat in the back and then told me to drive into the garage when we got home. I did as he asked using the remote to open and close the door.
"Cooper, from now on when we park in the garage you will open the door for me and salute when I get in or out." I got out and saluted smartly. "Bring my books Cooper; I shouldn't have to remind you of that." I just realized he had been calling me Cooper not Sandy since yesterday, I wondered why, though I do remember some sitcoms where the butler was spoken to by his family name.
"I'm sorry sir I won't forget that again." I brought the books and caught up with him at the door where he waited for me to open it. I saluted again and he nodded royally. Doris greeted him wearing a skimpy apron over her baby-doll in the kitchen. He was allowing that one additional piece in the kitchen only. She removed the apron, handing it to me; then embracing and kissed him warmly they walked into the living room her arm around his shoulder, bending down to kiss him every few steps, as his one hand clutched her ass cheek and the other one of her tits.
After taking his books to his master bedroom, I worked in the kitchen finishing the meal and then set the table in the dining room. The dining room was an ell-shape part of the living room and I noticed that Doris had already undressed him and they were now hugging and kissing as he sat watching TV. Next time I walked in she was on her knees blowing him, his favorite way of having sex now.
After she finished I did my duty with the towel and then informed him that supper was ready.
"Very well," he said in his new snooty tone. Doris fitted a robe on him, after which he took her arm and led her to the table. "What is this Cooper are we having a guest?" I immediately caught on; a servant could not sit at his master's table.
"I apologize sir, please forgive me."
"Well, just see to it that it doesn't happen again." He then looked at me and at Doris's chair; "the madams' chair Cooper!" I held the chair for her and then his. During all this Doris gazed at him with that adoring glazed over expression. I, for all the world, existed only as a fixture.
"I'm sorry sir," I said. "Will there be anything else sir? I was then ordered to fill their plates from the bowls and to sprinkle salt and pepper to their liking. He then pointed at a spot behind him, where I was to stand and wait.
In the days that followed Doris insisted that I call her madam and serve her even when the boy was at school or working at the grocery store. She would do most of the cooking – because the boy had to be fed properly - but more and more housework became my responsibility. After a few days there were no more sex for me during the time he was in school. It seemed that he enjoyed watching us doing it and the twice-daily sessions he allowed me, were usually in the morning, noon or night.
One morning around ten he called and talked to Doris. She listened for a while and said yes Trevor, exactly as you wish. She put down the phone and looked at me in the overbearing manner she had assumed since becoming the madam. "Come Cooper to the master bedroom."
"Yes Doris," Surprise by his change of plans I answered 'yes Doris' forgetting my station for a minute.
"I beg you pardon Cooper!" She stared at me absolutely outraged.
"Oh madam, I'm so sorry, please forgive me forgetting my station madam, I meant no disrespect?"
