Seductress Ladies Game (18+)

The Butler Offer

Marie, flushed and aroused from an encounter with twin priests, returns home to find her butler, Mr. Lawrence, who

reveals he has been watching her and knows her deepest desires. He offers to fulfill her fantasies, leading to an intense and explicit encounter in her bedroom.

Marie, initially hesitant...

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Marie steps out of the church, her heart still racing from the intense encounter with the twin priests. The cool evening air washes over her flushed skin, offering a slight relief from the heat of her arousal.

She takes a moment to gather herself, her mind reeling from the events that just happened. As she walks home, her thoughts drift back to the confessional, where her deepest desires are not only heard but also fulfilled.

The image of the priests, Father James and Father John, standing before her, their handsome faces filled with both lust and guilt, is seared into her memory.

Their strong, muscular bodies, hidden beneath their priestly robes had become instruments of her pleasure, and the memory of their skilled touches and kisses sends a shiver down her spine.

She recalls how their hands had explored her body, their fingers tracing her curves and igniting a fire within her.

Marie's fingers brushed against her lips, still tingling from the passionate kisses she shared with the priests. She had never imagined that her first s****l experience would be with not one, but two men, and the thought of it both excites and scares her.

She feels a sense of guilt for what she has done, but the pleasure they brought her was unlike anything she had ever known.

As she reaches her opulent mansion, Marie notices a figure standing by the grand entrance. It is the butler, Mr. Lawrence, his tall and imposing figure exuding an air of quiet authority. His dark eyes seem to see right through her, and Marie wonders if he can sense the turmoil within her.

"Good evening, Miss Marie," Mr. Lawrence greets her, his deep voice echoing in the spacious foyer. "You seem a bit flustered. Is everything alright?"

Marie's heart skips a beat. She knows she should deny it, but the temptation to confide in someone, to share her secret, is overwhelming.

"I... I'm fine, Mr. Lawrence. Just a bit tired, that's all."

The butler's gaze intensifies as if he can see right through her lie. "If you say so, Miss. But I must admit, I couldn't help but notice your flushed cheeks and the way you're biting your lip. It seems you've been up to something rather... stimulating."

Marie's breath catches in her throat. How could he possibly know? She tries to maintain her composure, but her heart is pounding.

"I... I don't know what you mean, Mr. Lawrence. I assure you, I've been a good girl."

Mr. Lawrence takes a step closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating.

"Oh, but I think you've been a very naughty girl, Miss Marie. I've been watching you, you know. I see the way you look at the priests during services. The desire in your eyes is hard to miss."

Marie's mouth goes dry. She feels exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of her is intrigued by his words.

"W-what do you mean? How could you possibly know that?"

With a slow, deliberate movement, Mr. Lawrence reaches into his pocket and produces a small, sleek device.

"I have my ways, Miss. You see, I've been keeping an eye on you, and I couldn't help but notice your... extracurricular activities." He holds up the device, and Marie recognizes it as a hidden camera. "I installed these in various places around the mansion, including your bedroom. And I must say, what I've witnessed has been most... enlightening."

Marie's eyes widen in shock. She feels violated, but a strange excitement stirs within her.

"You... you've been spying on me? But why?"

Mr. Lawrence's voice is low and husky as he replies, "Because I wanted to understand you, Miss Marie. I wanted to know what drives a young woman like yourself to seek pleasure in such ways. And I must admit, I've been rather entertained by your... performances."

Marie's cheeks burn with embarrassment, but she can't deny the thrill of being watched. "You... you watched me? In my bedroom?"

"Indeed, Miss. And I must say, you have quite the talent for self-pleasure. The way you touch yourself, the sounds you make... it's quite the spectacle." Mr. Lawrence's eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and desire. "I couldn't help but be captivated by your passion."

Marie's mind is spinning. She feels exposed, yet a part of her is curious to know more.

"What... what did you see, Mr. Lawrence?"

The butler takes a step closer, his tall frame towering over her. "I saw you, Miss Marie, in all your glory. I saw you undress, revealing your exquisite body. I watched as you touched yourself, your fingers gliding over your soft skin, teasing your n*****s until they hardened. And when you slipped your hand between your thighs, I witnessed the pleasure you gave yourself."

Marie's breath quickens as she recalls her solo sessions, unaware that she was being watched.

"You... you saw all that?"

"Every moment, Miss. And I must say, it was quite the show. Your moans, your expressions of pure ecstasy... it was a sight to behold." Mr. Lawrence's voice is thick with desire. "I couldn't help but grow aroused myself, knowing that such a beautiful woman was finding pleasure in her own body."

Marie's cheeks flush even deeper, and she feels a strange mix of shame and arousal. "I... I had no idea anyone was watching."

Mr. Lawrence takes a step closer, his dark eyes holding her gaze. "But now you know, Miss Marie. And I must confess, I've been longing to join you in your private moments. To offer you the pleasure you seek, and perhaps, something more."

Marie's heart pounds in her chest. She had never imagined that her secret desires would be revealed in such a way, and now, the thought of being with Mr. Lawrence, a man she had always found intriguing, is both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You... you want to join me?"

"Indeed, Miss. I want to fulfill your desires, to be the one to please you. And I promise, I will respect your boundaries, but I must admit, I've been longing to taste your sweetness." Mr. Lawrence's voice is a low, sultry whisper. "May I?"

Marie's mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She knows she should refuse, but the temptation is too great.

She takes a step back, her heart racing. "I... I don't know, Mr. Lawrence. This is... unexpected."

The butler's eyes never leave hers, and he takes another step forward, closing the distance between them.

"I understand, Miss Marie. It's a lot to take in. But I assure you, I will not force you. I only ask that you consider my offer. I can provide you with pleasures you've never imagined."

Marie's breath comes in short gasps as she processes his words. She knows she should be outraged, but the thought of being with Mr. Lawrence, of experiencing new heights of pleasure, is intoxicating.

"I... I need some time to think, Mr. Lawrence. This is all... overwhelming."

"Of course, Miss. Take all the time you need. But know that I am at your service, ready to fulfill your every desire." Mr. Lawrence's voice is gentle, yet there's an underlying hunger in his tone. "I will be waiting for your decision, whenever you're ready."

Marie nods, her mind a chaotic mix of emotions. She turns and begins to walk towards her bedroom, her steps unsteady. As she enters her opulent sanctuary, she closes the door behind her, her heart pounding.

She leans against the door, her mind reeling. The memory of Mr. Lawrence's intense gaze and his bold proposition floods her senses.

She feels a rush of adrenaline and desire, a potent combination that leaves her breathless. Marie knows she should feel outraged, but instead, she finds herself drawn to the idea of being with the enigmatic butler.

Her fingers trace the curves of her body, her touch electric against her sensitive skin. She imagines Mr. Lawrence's hands on her, his strong fingers exploring her most intimate places.

The thought of his touch sends a shiver down her spine, and she can't deny the wetness between her thighs. Marie's eyes fall on the bed, the silk sheets inviting her to indulge in her fantasies.

She moves towards it, her steps hesitant yet driven by a powerful urge. She sits on the edge of the bed, her mind swirling with thoughts of Mr. Lawrence.

As she lies back, her hands wander to her breasts, cupping them gently. She imagines Mr. Lawrence's hands replacing hers, his touch firm and possessive.

She pinches her n*****s, imagining his mouth suckling them, his

tongue teasing the sensitive peaks. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she pictures his dark eyes watching her, his desire evident.

She reaches down, her fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her wetness. She imagines Mr. Lawrence's hands there, his fingers st, exploring her folds, teasing her clit.

"Oh, Mr. Lawrence..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you to touch me. Please..."

As if in response to her plea, there's a soft knock on the door. Marie's heart skips a beat. She knows it's him, and the thought of him hearing her words sends a thrill through her body.

"Come in," she calls out, her voice trim.

The door opens slowly, and Mr. Lawrence steps into the room, his presence filling the space. His dark eyes scan her, taking in the sight of her lying on the bed, her fingers still between her thighs.

"You called for me, Miss Marie?" His voice is deep and controlled, but there's a hint of anticipation in his tone.

Marie's heart pounds in her chest as she sits up, her eyes locked with his. "Yes, Mr. Lawrence. I... I want you to join me."

Mr. Lawrence takes a step forward, his movements deliberate and purposeful. "As you wish, Miss. But first, I want to watch you. I want to see you pleasure yourself, just as I have before."

Marie's cheeks flush with embarrassment, but she nods, her desire overriding her inhibitions. She lies back, her fingers returning to her wetness, her touch gentle yet firm. She spreads her legs, exposing herself to his gaze.

"Touch yourself, Miss Marie," he commands, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you like to be touched."

Marie's fingers move in slow circles, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagines Mr. Lawrence's eyes on her. She teases her clit, her touch light and teasing, building the pleasure within her.

"That's it, Miss. Let me see you lose control." Mr. Lawrence's voice is a soft growl, urging her on.

Marie's fingers quicken their pace, her body responding to his words. She imagines his hands on her, his touch replacing hers, and the thought sends her over the edge.

"Oh, Mr. Lawrence!" she cries out, her body arching off the bed as an intense orgasm ripples through her.

Mr. Lawrence stands by the bed, his eyes never leaving her, as if he's absorbing every moment of her pleasure. He takes a step closer, his presence dominating the room.

"Now, Miss Marie, it's my turn to pleasure you." His voice is a soft promise, and Marie's heart pounds in anticipation.

He kneels on the bed, his strong hands gently pushing her thighs apart. Marie's breath catches in her throat as she feels his warm breath on her sensitive skin.

"You are exquisite, Miss. So wet and ready for me." His words are a caress, and Marie shivers at the sound of his voice.

Mr. Lawrence lowers his head, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, a soft kiss that sends a jolt of pleasure through her. He moves slowly, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh, his breath hot against her skin.

"Please, Mr. Lawrence..." Marie whispers, her voice a plea.

He looks up, his dark eyes holding hers. "Yes, Miss Marie?"

"Touch me... please..." Mr. Lawrence's eyes darken with desire as he leans in, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss. His tongue teases her mouth, his touch demanding and possessive. Marie responds eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

His kiss deepens, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. Marie moans into his mouth, her body arching towards him, seeking more.

Breaking the kiss, Mr. Lawrence trails wet kisses down her neck, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her curves. He cups her breasts, his thumbs teasing her n*****s, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

"You like that, Miss Marie?" he whispers, his breath hot against her skin.

"Yes..." she breathes, her voice a mere whisper.

Mr. Lawrence's hands move lower, his fingers tracing the line of her panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.

"I want to taste you, Miss. I want to feel your sweetness on my tongue."

Marie's heart hammers in her chest as she nods, her body trembling.

Mr. Lawrence hooks his fingers under the lace and slowly slides her panties down her thighs, his eyes never leaving her face. He takes his time, savoring the moment, before discarding the fabric to the side.

Marie lies before him, exposed and vulnerable, her body trembling with anticipation. Mr. Lawrence's gaze is intense, his eyes devouring her.

"You are so beautiful, Miss Marie," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "I want to make you feel good. I want to give you everything you desire."

His words send a wave of pleasure through her, and Marie's breath catches in her throat.

Mr. Lawrence leans down, his lips hovering over her core, his breath causing her to shiver. He blows gently, the sensation sending tingles through her body.

"Please..." Marie whispers, her voice a plea.

Mr. Lawrence's tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet line up her slit, teasing her clit with the lightest of touches. Marie gasps, her body arching off the bed, her hands gripping the sheets.

"That's it, Miss. Let me hear you. Let me know how much you want this." His voice is a soft command, urging

her to surrender to the pleasure.

Mr. Lawrence's tongue delves deeper, his mouth enveloping her, his lips suckling her sensitive bud. Marie's body trims, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her moans filling the room.

"Oh, Mr. Lawrence! Yes, right there..."

His mouth moves in a steady rhythm, his tongue flicking and l, driving her wild with pleasure. He adds a finger, sliding it into her wetness, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in slow circles.

"You're so wet, Miss Marie. So responsive. I love how you taste, how you feel around me." His words are a sensual assault, pushing her closer to the edge.

Marie's body is a live wire, every touch, every sensation amplified. She can't remember ever feeling this way, and she wants more, so much more.

"Please, Mr. Lawrence! I... I need..."

Mr. Lawrence's mouth moves faster, his tongue and finger working in perfect harmony, driving her higher and higher. He adds another finger, stretching her, filling her, his thumb never leaving her clit.

"Come for me, Miss Marie. Let go. I want to feel you climax around me." His voice is a commanding yet gentle plea.

Marie's body obeys, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pleasure. She cries out, her back arching, her hands clutching the sheets as she sorts through the intense release.

Mr. Lawrence doesn't stop, his mouth and fingers continuing their relentless assault, pushing her through one climax and into another, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Oh, Mr. Lawrence! I... I can't..."

He finally relents, his mouth and fingers slowing, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Marie lies there, her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Mr. Lawrence moves up her body, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. "You are incredible, Miss Marie. I hope I've fulfilled your desires."

Marie opens her eyes, her gaze meeting his. "You have, Mr. Lawrence. You've given me more pleasure than I ever imagined."

Mr. Lawrence smiles, his dark eyes filled with satisfaction. "I'm glad, Miss. But we're not done yet. I have more pleasures to show you if you're willing."

Marie's heart skips a beat. She knows she should be satisfied, but the thought of more with Mr. Lawrence is too tempting to resist. "I... I think I'd like that, Mr. Lawrence."

He leans in, his lips brushing against hers. "Then let me show you, Miss Marie. Let me take you on a journey of pleasure you'll never forget."

Marie smiles, her body still buzzing with the afterglow of her orgasms. "I can't wait, Mr. Lawrence. Take me there."

As Mr. Lawrence's lips claim hers once more, Marie knows that this is just the beginning of a journey into a world of pleasure and desire she never knew existed.

And she can't wait to explore it all with the enigmatic butler by her side