What the Butler saw, heard, and then did.

"destiny isn't taken in by people trying to make what came first come afterwards"

- Jose Saramago "The Cave".



This is really mostly Sabine's tale, but partially mine. Anyone who has had the chance to read her latest post will discover that. From my end of the bargain, not really a bargain as such by way of the act of haggling but more a bargain in the sense of a score. I had in her words "magnanimously agreed" to play how shall I say, the old cuck. It was a musing that was born from a while ago that never saw fruition (not training for fruit) and finally a plan was laid down by Sabine of which I merely had to weigh the practicalities of. She had chosen a fellow from cyber-country and had arranged to meet him at the pub for meet & greet while I took care of some rather lively home duties.

A call came through telling me that the greet was good and therefore the following meat would possibly be too. The chap arrived with Sabine, and he was promptly offered a Brandy. He did appear nervous, I tried to make him feel comfortable by shouting at him in German, no really I didn't but I think the couple of glasses of Brandy might have helped. Cheap French Brandy helps against anything that isn't armed or going faster then a Moped.

He had grown a goatee since the photo we had seen but his general countenance held the same. After a small amount of time it was best that the action was pursued and our talking concluded. In my most authentic maternal voice, I put him out like a cat, "You can go wait in the bedroom ... if you like" was my slumber party older sister to younger sister's friend command ... to which he put on his jacket, nerves again, and left to go into the bedroom.

Sabine re-entered to give me a parting kiss, if I had a handkerchief I would have waved it but one is never prepared for such things, and a well used tissue would have just crumbled as I shook it. "Leave the door open" I said as Sabine went to shut it, "I may as well get something out of it" I snapped, you see, I'm not a sub by any means, and any sub role confuses me. I must play the dom sub if I am to submit, I cannot fit into the sub mentality, my brain just isn't wired that way. So it was that I had the doors open and an arm full of care to carry.

The first sounds that came from the room were the slop of lips kissing, it is amazing just how loud it sounds, like a wet typewriter, and I have extremely good hearing when I want. There was some mild whispering of which I never understood why, but the first assumption when people whisper when there is no need to is that they are talking about you, but also rationally one figures that people tend to whisper when the lights are dimmed as if low vision must reciprocally require low voices. I was not to worry the volume would soon increase but not by way of chatter.

I missed the removal of clothes as I had other responsibilities in the other room, soon of which lay peacefully for my quick escape to the scene, where I could hover just at the doorway. I was going to announce my entrance as Sabine had offered if my responsibilities were freed but I ached somewhat at the opportunity, as I had arrived at a point of oral - his to hers - and my approach was disturbed somewhat by nattering and giggling, a pet hate of mine for bedroom affairs and one I have written of several times on my other Blogs, yes, I have an aversion towards talk during sex. No big deal. Move on, or fuck on I should say. I should also mention that I had given Sabine the camera to take some shots, this was to be a bonus for me, but also a double-edged - sword is too harsh a word - double-edged butter knife. The interim of photo taking, working out the camera, setting the shot, my time constraints along the watch tower meant that I found my mind saying to them, "Forget the damn camera just get to the hard and fast sex if you please".

So I just crept to the doorway, a natural voyeuristic move on my part, one I have done many times, and am quite enthralled with by way of a stimulation, in purely that act in itself. Every filmmaker is a voyeur, that is how the images get into the head and out of the head, and onto the screen. Perfect position, cock in hand, watching this fellow with his head between Sabine's legs and her huffy hoots signaling an achieved amount of pleasure from one of her favourite sexual maneuvers. I soon came, on the carpet, oh well, a litter of Ruperts may spring up and be ripe for plucking next summer, either that, or mutant lice. I had to go back because something was chirping in the next room.

Once all was "nestful" again, I was able to sidle up to the peeping post, each time my senses were alerted that liveliness was once again in motion by Sabine's swaggering moans, they rose and teetered like endorphin waves against the cliffs of her cunt. The second time I couldn't really make out much but I believe some fiddling was going on with condoms and then perhaps more oral, or fuck filler, if I may be so delightfully crass. That's what I'm calling foreplay from now on, fuck filler, stick it in your dictionaries, page 426 of the New Imperial Reference Dictionary if you've got it, just scribble it in between fuchsite and fucus.

I was once again in retreat after having released a second flank of wank serum. Same routine, well no routine for me, plenty for Sabine, but what I mean, and I punned there with some Aussie slang for those who get it, is that I was repeating the processes as before. Then I heard some flesh pounding followed by a Sabine whoop that was almost akin to if pulling a tooth was an ecstatic pleasure like no other. I managed a quick settling of all and sundry, and then chartered my way through the darkness of which only a meters worth was, which meant I didn't quite charter as such, more turned a corner, and surveyed with a much clearer view of the humping.

What I saw would have sent shivers down your cock shaft. The missionary classic rump view with sight of the under shaft of his cock shoveling deep inside her with deft thwacks. His body angled over, arms pegging her legs well far towards her shoulders, her contorted thighs bent upwards and packaged against his levering pelvis. Sabine was beginning to hyperventilate through her nostrils, she does this when the pleasure is at maximum over-drive, and it is accompanied by intermittent yelps of delectation. I was rapidly yanking my cock in the same rhythm a drummer simulating an industrial techno beat might. I over populated the carpet for the third time just before seeing Sabine fling her self in a mad writhe to orgasm, flinging herself forward but grasping at nothing. I had then to monitor my other progress, all seemed well, and I caught the bleating sobs of his orgasm also. He had begun to cry. I have never encountered someone who cries at orgasm before and I over-heard him say to Sabine's wonderment, "I'm sorry but it just makes me cry". I don't weep at orgasm, I tend to orgasm like I'm placing a bookmark at the end of a particularly satisfying and enjoyable chapter of a book I'm reading.

It was mostly over, as Sabine continued with from her account, a hand-job but of which I was not privy to as my arms were soon full of plump full body cotton, and I was typing a comment on Z's Blog.

So, there it is, some naughty nourishment for your minds. Now to reflect some of the mental processes at work during all this. Sabine asked me afterwards if everything was okay with the situation, being that she is more socially democratic about such things, I replied that everything was fine and if she felt any irritation from me it was merely selfishness, of which is true. It is like courteously offering the last piece of chocolate you really want and then sitting there watching them eat it in front of you or turning up to the pub with friends cold stone sober, hanging for a pint, and having no money no one offers to buy you one. A certain degree of endurance was to be had. Sabine had an abstinence of 6 weeks due to circumstance and this was the first ship in the port, a more freed re-entry into the world of sex because of the way we had orchestrated it. Sabine and I did manage to slip in a quickie but it was more an after-thought to the night's events, as more restraint is required and I had an appointment the next morning at 7am to give oral to a cup of coffee and cigarette.