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Master2noone -> Chapter Eleven Naked Buffet (3/27/2014 6:58:16 AM)
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“A special dinner for your poor mistreated Masters, maybe a Julian-Treasure buffet?” Margarete said.
“Tell me more about this special buffet, we will get dressed and meet you in the kitchen.” Treasure said.
“Yes Missy.”
Julian came in wearing shorts and T-shirt, “Oh! That coffee smells so good.” She said. Margarete handed her a big mug full.
“Mmmm, Oh this is good, Thanks Margarete.”
Treasure came into the kitchen she wore a knee length skirt and a silk blouse. She was combing her hair; she looked beautiful, she sat down, “Oh yeow, my butt is still sore.” She said.
“Well yeah.” Julian said. They laughed. “Now Margarete, tell me about this special Treasure-Julian buffet.”
“I decorate you with food, I lays ya’ll on the table nekked and decorate you with finger foods and desserts. Den masser Thomas and Mister Phillip eats off you. Dey have a good time to do both, ya’ll, and I do one of you for dinner, the udder for dessert. Dats way one help me wid the udder.”
“So whose dessert,” Julian asked.
“We get cooking then have time to go figure who the sweets is on.” Margarete made a shopping list, “Missy Julian, Missy Treasure you can do dees thangs. I get us groceries.” Margarete picked up the phone, “I need these right away, it is an emergence, Ok, and you sure, kiss you, Mister Pierre when you get here, Bye Mister Pierre. Now we get busy.”
“Wait a minute,” Julian said. “We don’t want them home early do we? I will call Thomas. Julian picked up the phone and called Thomas. “Thomas, we are planning a special dinner for you and Phillip, please be here by 7:00 p.m. but no earlier please, Sir I can’t tell you, it is a surprise but don’t eat much come home hungry ok. Thank you Sir, I love you Sir, Bye Sir, Ok, Thomas will keep them out until 7:00 we are good to go here.”
Margarete began preparing the pastry cups for the hors d’oeuvre and deserts. Julian and Treasure were peeling fruit, slicing berries, and vegetables. The bell rang Margarete pushed the button to open the door, Pierre and two young men carried in eight big boxes and five bags. Pierre carried the flowers.
“Oh Derrs my Margarete.” Pierre rattled off words in French so fast no one but Margarete could understand them.
“I bought this week’s groceries as well, when will you marry me Margarete?”
“Oh, you men,” She took the flowers and hugged him, gave him a kiss. He grabbed her butt and squeezed it she pushed him away. “Now shoo you dirty old man.”
“But Margarete, I love you, from the day you first entered my store.”
“Yes Pierre, I know and I love you too now scat shoo before I put you to work.”
Pierre blew her a kiss. The two young men were staring at Julian and Treasure. He raised his hand to them. ”Get, you looked hard long enough.” He said. He turned to Julian and Treasure, “Madam’s Bon jour,” he tipped his hat to them he turned back to Margarete he put his hand on his chest over his heart and patted it. Margarete threw a rose at him. “You see, you see,” he said, picking up the rose. “Dat dere woman do love moi.” Pierre and the young men disappeared out the door.
Margarete turned to Julian and Treasure. “Ya know, he do love me,” She giggled, “it the only way he bring me groceries and the best he got, he squeeze my butt, kiss me, and he feel a little titty and we get fresh not old rotten things.”
Julian and Treasure jut howled with laughter. Treasure started to unpack the groceries. “No Missy, I do dat. Pierre pack my box just the way I want it.”
“Margarete, why don’t you let Pierre pack your box,” Julian said.
“Missy Julian, you know once he has candy, he doesn’t need second taste, but he always wants first taste of my candy,” Margarete shook her tits, and wiggled her butt.
Treasure laughed so hard, she wet herself. “Oops, I peed,” she said.
Margarete and Julian laughed harder. They worked all afternoon on the buffet. The hors d’oeuvres the caviar chilled just right, the salmon sliced thin, the berries were sliced, the kiwi and passion fruit, the whip cream, the crackers, and the pastry shells, everything was ready except the girls
“Julian will be first and Treasure will be the dessert,” Margarete said. “What time is it?” Julian looked at the clock, “it is 5:30.”
“We have time; you two go take a bath, no powder, no perfume, no deodorant. Now go.” Julian and Treasure left to shower.
Margarete poured some fresh coffee, added some sugar and a large dollop of whipped cream, she sat in the quiet sipping her coffee. She thought, “I love those girls, if dat man hurt my girls, I cut him from top to bottom, he wish he be not never born.”
Julian and Treasure came into the kitchen wearing robes, “Ok Missy Julian, it is 6:30, we got to start, now did you go pee, well go pee again. Once I start I ain’t gonna let you get up, you have to hold it or pee on the food.” Julian went to pee again, “come on Missy on the table,” Margarete helped her get on the table. She straightened the cloth under her, and she pulled the table close to the counter. “Missy Treasure, hand me the olive oil.” Margaret covered Julian’s body with oil. ‘Spread your legs a little more, dats good.”
Margaret began to decorate Julian with food, the hors d’oeurves, then the canapés, she put a fluted glass between Julian’s legs and filled it with a dressing, a round slice of hollowed out bread was placed around her navel then filled it with caviar. A little sliver-spoon lay beside it, the salmon slices were arranged up her chest, a star fruit was cored and placed on her areola, and a strawberry was placed on each of her nipples. The crackers and vegetables were arranged, the champagne was chilled an iced, two flutes were placed on the table the rest of the fruit was placed and arranged. “Missy Treasure go put on that long black silk gown, it is in the closet in the plastic bag, now go hurry.”
Margarete piped the crème-de-crème around the fruit. You look good enough to eat. Julian smiled, “are you ready Julian?”
“Yes and I am cold.”
“Mmmm, yes dem geese bump dey does look good on you.” Margarete kissed her, “I will eat you anytime you want.”
“Yes, very, very soon I hope,” Julian, said,
Phillip and Thomas rang the bell; Margarete had locked it so they would have to ring the bell. Treasure came in, the gown fit her beautifully, Margarete answered the bell, “Yes, may I help you?”
“Margarete.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Open the door.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Missy Treasure, I will take dem to the dining room, when you hear me brought her in.” Treasure looked at Julian she was beautiful. Margarete answered the door. “May I have your jackets?” Phillip was going to say something but then he thought otherwise.
“This way Gentlemen,” Margarete led them to the dining room.
“Gentlemen,” Treasure rolled the table into the dining room.
“Your dinner Sirs,” Margarete motioned Treasure to come with her.
Phillip and Thomas looked at her, then at Julian. The looks on their faces were of sheer joy.
“Enjoy her Sirs,” Treasure said, she turned and left.
Thomas popped the champagne and poured. Thomas and Phillip toasted.
Thomas leaned down, took a strawberry with his mouth, and ate it, “I love you girl.”
Thomas and Phillip ate everything they cleaned Julian off leaving only the crumbs.
Margarete kept watch when they had finished and taken their seats she sent Treasure in to roll Julian into the kitchen. She closed the kitchen door, Julian sat up “help me I have to go pee.” Margarete and Treasure helped her off the table. Julian ran to the bathroom. “Oh god, I was about to burst.”
Margarete went into the dining room. “Gentlemen, this way please.” She took them into the study. Treasure stood with a humidor and two brandies on a tray. Treasure gave the tray to Margarete and left Margarete said, “Dessert will be served in a while, until den enjoy you cigar and brandy.” Margarete left. “Missy Julian, go shower quick, you can wear dat black gown, now hurry Missy use the elevator.”
Margarete pulled the plastic and the tablecloths off she put a new sheet of plastic on the table, and then a white cloth and a red lace cloth. Margarete helped Treasure get on the table ready to arrange her for the dessert menu.
Margarete decorated Treasure from her head to her toes in kiwi, passion, and star fruit, strawberries, black berries, and raspberries marinated in rum. There were small tarts filled with fruit, Margaret plopped a dollops of crème-de-mint flavored whipped cream on her body and a carafe of coffee sat on the table with sugar and fresh cream. Julian came back into the kitchen she slipped on the black gown. Margarete lit the candles arranged Treasure’s red locks in a fan shape.
Margarete went to the study, “Gentlemen dessert is served, this way please Gentlemen.” Margarete led the way back to the dining room. Julian rolled the dessert table in; Margarete poured the coffee and set the carafe on another table. “Gentlemen enjoy,” Margarete said, then turned and left with Julian. Julian and Margaret watched as Phillip and Thomas devoured the sweets licking the crème off Treasure. Margarete whispered, “Dey keep dat up dey lick the skin off Missy Treasure.”
Julian giggled, “I know Thomas does love sweets.”
“So do Mister Phillip.” Margarete said. They watched as Phillip and Thomas finished off the dessert. Thomas sat drinking his coffee Phillip was licking his Treasure she spread her legs wider he pulled her around then sat and licked her until she came, Treasure could see Thomas watching them. Treasure came, her body shook, she grabbed the cloth, her back arched, “Oh God Master yes.”
“Wow, look at Missy Treasure. Dat make me hot.” Margarete said.
Julian turned her head and kissed her, “I will ask Master Thomas to invite you to me tonight.”
Margarete smiled, “Missy Julian I make you love me tonight,”
Julian said, “I love you now. Let us go get Treasure.”
Margarete and Julian entered the dining room. “Gentlemen, allow us to clear the dessert table,” Margarete began to roll the table away.
Phillip looked bewildered. “What!” he said.
“Mister Phillip, Missy Treasure will return.”
Julian went to Thomas and knelt before him,” I hope Master enjoyed his dinner and dessert.”
“Come here girl!” Thomas pulled her to him he kissed her hard, “You know I did.”
“Oh Master what is that I feel it is so – hard.”
He squeezed her hard. “Pleasure me girl.”
Julian unzipped him, took his cock out, and began to pleasure him.
Margarete went upstairs with Treasure. Margarete washed her, Treasure put on powder, perfume and a touch of makeup. Margarete helped her put on a light blue bustier and sheer blue silk crotchless pantaloons drawn tight at the ankles. Treasure twirled around Margarete lifted her breasts to expose her areolas and nipples were exposed, then she said, “Perfume them, Missy, the nipple, the mound, the cleft at the small of your back.” Margarete gave her a pair of blue silk slippers with tiny silver bells on them.
Together, they rode the elevator down. She kissed Treasure patted her butt, “go get him missy.” Margarete went back to the Master bedroom, cleaned, and changed the linens, and then she went back to the kitchen and began cleaning. She stopped, “I not to clean tonight, I call the cleaner. Dey comes two days this week.” She said to herself.
Treasure entered the study her arrival announced by her tinkling bells. Treasure walked directly Master Phillip. She knelt in front of him and bowed to the floor, she kissed his boot. “Master, I am a here for your pleasure.”
“Rise Treasure.”
Treasure returned, to her kneeling position, Treasure’s legs were spread wide, her lips barely covered by the pantaloons. Her nipples were hard and erect. Phillip looked at her, “OH” he thought. “Free my cock girl.” Treasure took him in her mouth, down to the base, and then slowly rose; her tongue caressed his velvety crown. She licked him, gently nibbled the skin down to his sack. She nibbled his sack, sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. She nibbled up his shaft, tiny, tiny bites and nips she sucked him once again into her mouth swallowing him.
Phillip moaned slid forward on the seat. Treasure took his sack in her hand and pulled on it stretching the skintight. She nipped at the underside of the crown and licked the head of his cock with her flicking tongue. Phillip’s cock oozed pre-cum, Treasure loved the taste, the spindly clear thread of cum that stretched from his cock to her mouth. As she drew, her head back away from him.
Treasure was becoming more and more aroused her pussy glistening with her juices. She sucked him deep into her mouth and massaged his balls. Phillip who could normally control himself was finding it very hard to do. This girl was making it very difficult for him; “Oh” I am going to cum.” Treasure stopped and turned around to face the other way on all fours.”
Phillip rubbed her butt. He sat forward on the seat, “Ok, back up.” As Treasure backed up he let his cock enter her wet pussy, she came to a stop at the base of him. “Now girl, out and back.” She rocked forward, he said, “Stop now back, now my sweet, slowly,” Treasure rocked Phillip spread the pantaloons rubbed her butt and gave her an occasional spank.
“Slower, now faster,” Phillip would say. Treasure looked over. She saw Julian doing the same thing. Treasure would rock hard back against him and grind on him then slowly rock forward. Phillip put his hands on her hips, her skin so smooth so sensuous, he steadied her to rest, he didn’t want to cum. Treasure used her vaginal muscles squeezing him trying to milk his seed from him.
He couldn’t tell her to stop nor could he pull out, Treasure his slave his masochist, he didn’t want her to know he was hers. She was a succulent succubus, her wanton lust sucking his dominance away from him, one muscle contraction at a time. He tried everything to take his mind off this woman’s lust.
Phillip grabbed her hips and pulled her to him hard. His cock pressed against her cervix her muscles working him, milking him. His cock erupted spewing a searing hot stream of cum against her. He felt his cum swirling around his cock flooding back over him. His cock exploded in a second steam. He felt his prostate spasm sending all his seed into her.
Treasure felt the hot flood of his semen. She pushed back arched her back tightened her muscles squeezing his cock. His cum was oozing from her pussy Phillip was paralyzed, his body would not move. His body was sending every drop of him into her. Treasure rocked forward and then back hard Treasure growled like a cat and orgasmed she squirted her cum mixed with his seed; it ran from her like water from a hose. She rammed herself against him one more time so hard she slid his chair back. Phillip sat there holding her hips. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. He sucked in a long breath exhaled slowly then another breath he slumped back in his seat. “Oh my God,” he said, and exhaled.
Treasure stayed tight against him, she felt him become soft, and she squeezed her vaginal muscle one more time. His once hard cock, now soft shot out of her propelled by her contracting vaginal muscles his cock now hung limp between his legs. A flood of cum oozed from her running down her legs. Treasure turned around took his cock in her mouth and sucked hard. He moaned, “Oh my good girl. Oh my good Treasure.”
Treasure was still sucking him. His cock was getting softer and more sensitive. He lifted her up. “Come to me, Oh my God.” Treasure, “Mmmm clean me my Treasure.”
Treasure looked at him looked at his cock she licked her lips. “Yes Sir.” She returned with a bowl of hot water and a cloth she cleaned him, kissed his cock, and put it back in his trousers.
“Master, may I clean up?”
“Yes Treasure.” He whispered. She squatted over the bowl and made sure he could see her pussy as she washed herself. She wiped their juices off the floor and scrubbed the rug. She rose, “Master may I pee?” Phillip nodded and waved her away with his hand. Treasure looked at Julian and Thomas, Julian was sitting beside Thomas they just sat there open mouthed watching her. Treasure, took the bowl to the kitchen. Margarete was standing at the door watching her too.
“In all my days, Missy no one had done that to him.”
“What do you mean Margarete?”
“Look,” she said, pointing at Phillip he was asleep.
“Missy Treasure I ain’t never seen dat happen before.”
Treasure smiled, “you will see it a lot more my Margarete.”
Margarete went to see if Thomas or Julian needed anything. Treasure went upstairs and took off her silk pantaloons her legs were wet to her knees with their juices. She showered and put on a robe she went back down stairs, Margarete had served drinks. Treasure asked for coffee.
Treasure sat on a pillow between Phillip’s legs; she rested her chin on his leg. She looked at Thomas and Julia, “Master Phillip had a hard day I guess. He is tired.”
Thomas and Julian stifled a laugh, but Margarete in the kitchen laughed loud and hard. Phillip snored, Treasure giggled. Thomas and Julian sat and relaxed, and occasionally spoke. Treasure sat with Phillip rubbing his leg and humming a tune.
Thomas thought, “I wonder if Phillip knows that girl owns him, poor man, I wish I was him.” He stroked Julian’s head, she looked at him, and he pulled her to him kissed her hard. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “You don’t know how much I do.” Julian took his face into her hands. “Thomas you old fool. Yes, I know how much you love me; would I be here naked, kneeling before you, waiting on you, hand and foot, watching you with other women; me being with other men and women, you won’t ever understand the love I have for you. I prove my love to you every day just as you prove your love to me. My silly Master, yes I know that is why I love you as I do. Now hush take me to bed and fuck me. Watching them made me so horny I can’t stand it anymore, come on Master.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Thomas said pulling her up, anything special you want?” “Let us go to bed.” “Mmmm, yes my sweet lets.”
Treasure helped him up they took the elevator to their room, Phillip sat down on the edge of the bed, Treasure undressed him, Margarete came in and helped her, they laid him down and covered him. “Thank you Margarete.” Mister Phillip has that trip tomorrow his flight leaves at one p.m. he needs to be at the airport at 11:00, I will get you up at 8:30. “Ok, Margarete thank you.”
“Good night Missy Treasure.”
“Good night Margarete, Wake Mister Thomas too.”
“Yes Missy.”
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