Well, she is your butler...

You really need to get off, but you don't want to scare the poor girl off by just whipping your cock out and waving it around in her face. Even though you've got an **** case of blue balls, you pull yourself yogether, and try to think of how best to proceed. Suddenly, a thought strikes you. Just flopping your willy out lickety-split seems pretty tactless, but if you requested her services as a butler, make the whole thing seem more official, she may be more inclined to oblige. With your strategy decided upon, you decide to make your move.

You watch her perk up the instant you call her name, ready to aid her prince in any way she can. You pause for a moment, worried that your plan might backfire, but your brain in your pantd begins to throb in desperation, and you decide it's now or never. Her reaction at first is fairly predictable. She listens attentively in the beginning, at least as much as she can while nodding off, but her eyes shoot wide open when she hears your request in its entirety. You sit on the edge of your bed, a bead of sweat rolling down the back of your neck as you nervously await her response.

"W-well," she starts, biting her lip shyly, "I suppose I am your butler..."

Success! You can't believe that actually worked.

You watch in amazement as she gets down on her knees and cautiously places a hand on your lap. Slowly, she begins to pry your legs apart, when suddenly the giant bulge in your pants catches her attention.

"Oh, my..." she whispers huskily as she cautiously reaches for your waistband. You shiver in anticipation as she unzips your pants before reaching inside. You give a sharp gasp as her cool fingers gently wrap around your burning member, causing her to flinch in response.

"I'm sorry!" she breaths her words more than speaks them. You feel her begin to draw away, but you place an encouraging hand on the top of her head to show her that everything's alright. Once again, she carefully wraps her fingers around your length as she fishes you the rest of the way out. You sigh in relief as your cock springs free from the confines of its prison, when all of a sudden you feel something wet drip onto the tip, and you can't help but flinch in her grasp.

"I'm sorry..." she breaths again, quieter this time. Her eyes are glued onto your shaft, and you notice a line of drool pouring from the corner of her mouth and onto your cockhead as she watches it mesmerically. Steadily, you begin to lower her down toward your waiting cock. You hear her breathing pick up slightly as the tip finally brushes against her lips. She resists only slightly for a moment, but allows the movement to continue once you begin to lighty run your fingers through her hair. Feeling sufficiently encouraged, she finally parts her lips, and her hot breath begins to blow teasingly across your skin.

The slow pace at which she's going has your nerves tangled into a ball. Not that the sentiment isn't appreciated, but something inside of you is screaming for you to pick up the pace.