Raw Chateau Night: Teasing the Crude Brother, Owning the Elegant Butler

The guest pavilion door creaks open. Heat hits me like a slap. Mario’s sprawled on the sofa, grumbling about thirst, sweat beading on his hairy gut. He’s all wrong here—trapped in this fancy decor, vulgar as fuck. I enter in my short black dress, stockings hugging my thighs, heels clicking. Pale skin, cleavage teasing. His eyes devour me instantly.

“Fuck me, what a chassis!” He lurches up, grabs my chin. I recoil but stay pro. “Justine, sir, at your service.” He spins me like meat, slaps my ass verbally. “Prime cunt for elites! Tits to drown in!” I blush, point to the bathroom. He wants gin. I fetch it, sip mine barely. He toasts to wet pussies and steel cocks. Gulps it down.

The Approach: Tension Ignites

Stories spill: saving his brother William from knocked-up Ninon, bloody nose for cuckolded Pierrot. Crude laughs, gestures wild. He strips, hairy back, ass. Grabs his thick, veiny cock—dark purple head gleaming. Shakes it. “Like it? Yours soon.” I dodge. No lovers here, I say. He pushes: massage balls? Fuck me? No. Calls William: “Your girl’s mine tonight, bro. Ass might hurt tomorrow.”

Offers cash for tits? Never paid, he snarls. Threatens big deal for count. Calls again: send redhead Elise. I stall. Heart pounds. Show panties? Fine. I stand, hike skirt slow. White lace triangle flashes. Legs part slight. His cock swells, hand pumps furious. Eyes locked on my crotch. I trace lace edge, tease finger. He groans, “Fuck yes!” Spurts ropes on his gut. Sighs bliss. “Scotch now. Then free.”

Downstairs, Elise heads there. I detour to main chateau. Bathroom: countess’s sleeping drops. Liquid ones, mild taste. Dark scotch bottle—quarter left. Crack ampoules, pour in two. Elise watches, I shush, wink. Complicit grin. Back up. Mario naked, taps sofa for her. She pours, he downs fast. Eyes me out. I dip.

The Explosion: Savage Release

Night twists my gut. Refused order? Count mad? Bed tosses. Footsteps: William. Robe on, I knock. Stammer: your brother wanted to fuck me. I said no. His calm: “You did right.” Relief floods. But need you, I whisper. Door swings. Robe parts—his cock half-hard, elegant unlike brother’s pig.

His eyes spark. “Kneel.” Fuck that. I drop his robe fully, push him to bed. Straddle thighs. Eyes burn into his. Tie wrists with belt—slow, teasing. He yields, breath quick. Hands roam his chest, cock throbs under me. Grind pussy lips on shaft, wet already. Slide up, press to his mouth. Tongue dives in, lapping clit. I ride face, moans escape.

Can’t wait. Sink down—head pops in, stretches perfect. Eyes locked, hips roll slow. Deeper, faster. His thrusts match. Fire builds. Pubes grind. I hold arms tight, arch. Wave crashes—scream rips, pussy clenches, juices flood. Collapse on him. Conquered.

Dawn creeps. Untie him gentle. Slip chemise down. Kiss forehead. Door clicks shut. Back to servant shadows. Strangers again. My reign stays secret.