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Vyki knew how Sir Bill liked his sandwiches after the many gatherings they had and Molly’s requests to Paul to make them just the way he liked for finger sandwiches. As it was, Vyki was paying particularly close attention to ensure he gets the utmost perfect experience, including a bit of hummus and low carb pita chips as well as a sprig of garnish and light dusting of parsley flakes. Grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge, she plated it all up on a tray and began walking out to Sir Bill.

Hearing her heels click out of the kitchen, Bill cursed himself for risky that bloody movie again and barely whipped his hand out of his pants before she entered the room. Unable to find the remote, the screen stayed on the low budget movie.

“Your lunch, Sir Bill. I hope it's to your liking,” Vyki announced as she set the tray down on the coffee table.

Bill glanced over to send her on her way, but he was not expecting to get an eye full of her bare ass centered by her gem capped plug; however, his pulsating rod in his pants was more than happy for his eyes to linger & take it all in.

Only when Vyki finally stood back up and her skirt fell back into place did Bill break his eyes from staring at her hip region. Looking up, he was thankful to see her examining the food as a final inspection before turning back to him.

Happy to see everything in place, Vyki turned to Sir Bill, “is there anything else I can get you, Sir?”

“Uhm, uh, no, it uh, looks great,” Bill said leaning over to move the tray closer to try to cover the bulge in his pants.

Glancing up, Vyki saw a movie of some annoying looking frat bros talking about some stupid girl they were going to use. “The football game over, Sir?” Vyki asked; her curiosity getting the best of her.

“Oh, uh, no, halftime,” Bill said desperately looking around for the remote, sure that they were about to have the two brothers head back after their new maid. “Now, uh, now that you have finished that task, you need to redeem your earlier, trans-uh-gression.”

Vyki was trying to figure out what Sir Bill was getting after as he seemed to be searching for something, “is there something I can help you find, Sir?”

“Oh, Mimi,” Bill heard called out from the TV and knew it was only seconds before the scantily clad, ditz of a maid showed up on screen and he stood up immediately to block and distract her from the TV. “No, no, nothing important,” Bill reassured with a faux smile. “Let’s go to the master suite for the next bit of your training.”

“Uhm, okay, Sir Bill,” Vyki said unsure of where Sir Bill was going with this. However, as he turned and guided her away, something about his touch seemed reassuringly calming and she let him practically push her to the bedroom.

However, walking through the portal to their main bedroom, something made her instantly uneasy as Sir Bill’s hand had dropped precipitously to her skirt and the intimate nature of this room made her very nervous about his intent.

Happy to see her out of sight of the TV, Bill suddenly realizes how rigid she’s gone and immediately removes his hand from her back as he walks over to the en-suite bathroom. “Do you think you’re ready for a second chance?” Bill says looking at her in the bathroom’s mirror at her reflection through the door. He can almost see the elation cross over her face as it clicks that she will have the ability to show him her ability to be perfected.

“Yes, Sir Bill, absolutely,” Vyki says as she excitedly sashays over to the bathroom.

Watching her click into the bathroom, Bill turns around as he catches himself looking for a glimpse under her skirt. Calling out over his shoulder, he begins walking away, “remember, clean ALL of the porcelain this time, girl!”

Vyki responds over her shoulder as she digs under the sink for the supplies here, “yes, Sir Bill, I will get all of the porcelain surfaces clean, and perfect for you.”

However, the callout fell on deaf ears as Bill passed through the doorway of the bedroom and was immediately overtaken by the video of the rich brothers simultaneously making out with the disheveled help as she moans and whimpers while they play between her thighs. Entranced by the erotic experience, Bill couldn’t help but recall several of his past escapades even though it has been frustratingly too long since he had experienced them. Part of Bill knew he didn’t need to be watching this, but his affinity for these visual arts and his excuse that his student would be occupied for quite some time assuaged those concerns. And sitting down on the couch, griping his wrap left him to enjoy some time alone with one of his favorite past times.

Back in the en-suite, Vyki was determined to make this room sparkle, shine, and scream at how talented she is. She even practiced her mantra and was pleased to feel Sir Bill rewarding he; she especially liked how it meant he was still observing and pleased with her.

Bill found his heart racing as he watched the completely impossible scenario play out on screen. Regardless, the absolute excitement and eagerness of the girl to complete debase herself for the men was something that always seemed to flip his switch. As he continued to watch it, he reflexively loosened his pants, sliding his hand inside his shorts, and considered rescinding Jasmine’s punishment again; maybe get her one these ludicrous maid outfits considering what happened to her last one.

Bill considered all the activities he was going to do to his **** when he got home; how he was going to make her pay in so many other ways. He was content to just excite and almost tease himself until suddenly he saw the guy drilling her from behind pop out and the camera changed perspective to a view staring down at her gaping, wet hole and the glistening juices covering her flexing, clean starfish. “I think that’s enough of your dirty cunt, slut. Should we go ahead and end it, or should I pound your other hole?” This was clearly no Oscar contender.

The other man pounding away at her face stopped long enough to pop her mouth off his cock and yelled at her as if it is her fault for not answering faster, “answer your Master, cum slut!”

“Please don’t stop,” the girl nearly screamed.

“So, you want me to fuck your ass?” the man in back teased rubbing his wet cock on her rosebud.

It was clear the girl really wanted him to return to her pussy as she flexed her hips up trying to get him to reposition on her pussy, but it was obvious the man was having none of it. **** for release in whatever way she could get it, the girl mumbled out, “please do, Sir.”

“What was that, cum slut?” the man said, pulling his cock away from her as he leaned over.

She knew they knew how **** she was, and she was getting even more so as she felt her instrument of savory lose contact. She knew what they wanted to hear, and even though she only had a modicum of self-respect left, she eagerly tossed it aside to get the relief she craved, “please, Sir! Please fuck this horny slut’s ass, Sir!! I need it!!!” The **** maid just hoped it would be enough. But she didn’t have long to wait as shortly after that, the camera showed the tip pressing against her hole before returning to a profile shot showing the man pressing deep into her.

Bill was quickly getting wrapped up in the action on the screen. Before long, his id was easily silencing the concerns his trainee might walk in and was fighting against the logic that it wasn’t really his place. The gentle massaging by the hand in his pants was getting more deliberate as his grip formed firmly around his cock.

Vyki stood frozen in the doorway from her bedroom clearly seeing the activity on the screen of the living room. She had finished off her assignment and double checked to make sure it all dried spotless. She was eagerly excited to return to her trainer to submit to inspection to redeem herself, but she now found herself observing him watching porn in her living room. At first, she felt invaded and insulted, but then her mind reminded her where ‘training’ like hers might normally take place.

Normally, a submissive would go through stages of training and eventually be brought to a semi-public kink setting for exposure to get her comfortable with the scene. In these stages, a naive girl would still be expected to serve and be respectful regardless of what was going on around her. And if she were serving someone who was also scening or watching a scene, she would be expected to not interrupt or cause derision to their intimate moment.

As Sir Bill didn’t have the time to take her to a dungeon and she had already been exposed to years of experiences, Vyki reasoned this was obviously his method of approximating that environment with the tools at his disposal. Vyki was not about to blow her chance at redeeming herself by creating yet another faux pas. Determined to show that she could obviously play the obedient servant and please her partner, she slowly tip toed on the balls of her heels across the hard floor to avoid detracting from Sir Bill’s enjoyment with clacking of her shoes to stand at wait to his side.

Vyki assumed Sir Bill appreciated her stealthy approach because she could feel the vibrations reward her trapped member even as they listened to the inane dialogue of the film. Vyki stood there for several moments as the threesome on scene continued with the girl in the tattered black dress seemingly enjoying pleasing her two cohorts much to Sir Bill’s enjoyment. However, Vyki couldn’t help but notice that her trainer almost seemed to be in pain with every stroke of his arm. Vyki was only momentarily shocked to see Sir Bill’s member in his hand, but it looked almost red and rather dry. She knew some guys liked it raw, but she would never have put Sir Bill in that position; he was never one to be known to need to ‘fly solo’. He always had a girl handy to satisfy his needs, but Vyki knew there wouldn’t be one here and that was clearly outside the scope of her training. However, she did know that a lubricant was available to help him if he needed.

Venturing it was safe to interrupt to provide discreet assistance, Vyki quietly offered experienced advice, “the berry lotion is a good lubricant for that, Sir Bill.”

Bill nearly leapt off the couch at the statement from behind him. Flustered at being caught watching a cheap porno with blatant sex, he stammered a cheap excuse, “I, uh, just couldn’t find the stupid remote and was looking through the cushions for the damn thing to turn it away from this crap.” As he quickly fished his hand out of his pants and patted down the couch trying to pretend, he’d be scouring for the plastic device.

“Oh, of course, Sir,” Vyki said finding it funny that he felt the need to hide it but held in a giggle. “It often slides under the couch; let me check.” Vyki crouched down and started crawling along in front of the couch to feel under it for the remote.

“Why the hell do y'all even have this crap....” Bill started to complain about this content programmed on their TV when he suddenly glanced down at his train on all fours. His mind immediately went to attaching the similarities of the maid from the video in a very similar position with a very tight ass also exposed below an abbreviated skirt very similarly to Vyki’s exposed bubble butt as she crawled immediately in front of him. Bill couldn’t stop his mind from playing out a thousand scenarios at once as his cock craved any form of release. “STOP!” Bill called out almost more to himself than the girl shaking her ass in front of him.

Vyki halted her search for the result and looked over her shoulder to see what she had done wrong. However, when she did, she could clearly see Sir Bill’s eye-line looking directly behind her and she couldn’t even attempt to hide the grin at catching him staring at her ass.

Bill searched for some reason to get her out of there; NOW! “Go get me a fresh water,” Bill stymied as Vyki turned her head to look at the nearly full bottle of water next to his barely touched lunch. Bill could feel his cock twitch even as her cheeks bounced from just the small whip of her head and knew he had to get her away, fast. “That crap tasted like it was stale as heck; get me one of the new ones out of the garage; near the bottom.”

Vyki knew he was aware of them getting deliveries into the garage and cycling them into the fridge as needed, but that bottle couldn’t have been more than a couple weeks old. Regardless, she wasn’t about to argue and figured she’d just go get him another one, not sure why he was so cross about the urgency of it. “Yes, Sir Bill. I’ll get you a fresh water.” As she stood up perplexed and walked towards the garage.

Bill found himself reflexively watching Vyki saunter off out of view even as his prick twitched at each teasing view of the cleft of her ass from the swaying of her skirt. Bill cursed himself for being so driven by his carnal desires to not even be able to control his lust for her. Knowing he was near the edge, and it would be a few minutes before she dug through their garage, Bill reasoned that if he could unload his rocket, he could avoid further temptation. Remembering her reminding him of the lotion, he reached down and grabbed the bottle of Cherry Berry Delight and put a dabble on his hand as he turned back to the evolved sex scene for inspiration to finish of as he watched the stripper turned ‘actress’ bounce on the other guy’s cock as she jerked off the other towards her face.

In the garage, Vyki grumbled as she moved bins of recently delivered freeze-dried food out of the way of the packages of bottles stored by the same delivery group. Bending over at to avoid putting her bare knees on the grungy floor, she struggled with the shrink wrap to obtain the requested beverage for her trainer. Grumbling to herself more than once in frustration, she finally retrieved the bottle before griping about putting things back to leave room for Molly’s car. Looking around the storage lining the garage, she was regretting she needed to rearrange things yet again. Sighing to herself as that was clearly a task for another day, she sashayed across the concrete floor with her reward in hand.

Hearing the door to the garage open, Bill was frustrated that his reward was still just beyond his touch as he frantically tried to reach culmination before she made it through the kitchen. However, the elusive nut was too far away from him as he froze hunched over himself slightly as she returned too soon to the living room with the bottle.

Returning to the living room, she found it a little odd that Sir Bill felt the need to jerk off but just amusing that he felt the need to try to hide it from her.

Frustrated to no end that he now had a wet hand & cock and this dimwitted submissive can’t seem to give him space, Bill barked out “I spilled some of the damn humus on my pants, would you get me a damn napkin or towel or something.” as a vein attempt to keep her from finding out he’d been pounding his cock in her living room.

“Certainly, Sir Bill,” Vyki said putting the new bottle down next to the tray in front of her trainer and quickly left to the kitchen. Hearing a slight moan behind her, Vyki ventured a look over her shoulder to see what Sir Bill was enjoying about the porno but was surprised to see his view locked in her direction even as his arm moved. Vyki smirked a bit and swung her hips wider and was surprisingly elated when she heard a deeper groan from her trainer.

In the kitchen, Vyki contemplated just getting Sir Bill a paper towel to clean up the ‘humus’, but figure what it really was, she grabbed a soft dish towel. To ease in the clean up of the pesky fluids, she went the extra mile to slightly dampen it with warm water to ensure it would help cleanse the area.

Walking back, Vyki was not disappointed to see the very flustered face of her trainer locked on her. While he did look in some form of turmoil, Vyki strived to make it seem as normal as possible for him to try to ease his discomfort. Playing along with his charade she smiled happily as she offered him the warm towelette, “for the ‘humus’, Sir Bill.”

Bill was perplexed at how daft this girl must be to really fall for his excuse but happily took the towel to cover up his needs to try to save face. However, he needed her to get out of there to properly clean things up. “Now get this tray out of here. I’m done with lunch.”

“Yes, Sir Bill,” Vyki said as she moved over to grab the tray. As she bent over, she noticed that barely a few bites were taken out of one half of the wrap and humus didn’t look touched at all. “I hope everything was too your liking, Sir Bill?”

Bill had taken the opportunity of her facing away from him try to clean up his still raging cock but made the mistake of looking up to respond to her about his satisfaction to the wrap.

There before his face was Vyki’s fully exposed ass with only her minuscule thong covering up part of the jewel he had awarded her as it split apart her bouncing globes. Bill both cursed and cheered internally about her dedication to following all the squats, lunges, stretches, and yoga he had intended for Molly, but Vyki had latched onto with even more vigor.