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A Maid's Duties (Code Geass)
🕑 Added 2020-01-24 19:44:56 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Master/Servant, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
Summary: Sayoko is concerned that her master is too stressed, between student council work, taking care of Nunnally, his gambling, and whatever else he’s doing. As a maid and a kunoichi, it is her duty to take care of relieving her master’s stress; but personally, it’s also her pleasure.
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“Mm, good night big brother. Love you.”
Pressing a kiss to his sister’s forehead, Lelouch pulls back with a smile on his lips.
“Love you too, Nunally.”
Then he pulls away from her bed, leaving the blind young girl to her rest as he makes his way out of her room and closes the door behind him. He’s not startled by Sayako’s presence just outside the door, as the maid has made her presence known as always. Oh, she’s perfectly capable of sneaking up on him if she wanted to, he’s well aware that the Japanese Woman has a specific set of skills beyond just those of a maid, but all in all, Sayako never actually used them. Not on him, anyways.
Instead, the Japanese maid is waiting in silence but positioned in such a way that he can’t miss her when he steps out of Nunally’s bedroom and closes the door behind himself. Smiling slightly, Lelouch turns his attention to Sayako.
“Yes? What is it, Sayako?”
Bowing respectfully, the Japanese maid speaks in a low, soft voice, obviously intended to avoid waking Nunally.
“Master Lelouch… if it pleases you, I would like to have a word.”
Lelouch just cocks his head to the side at that, before ultimately shrugging.
“Very well.”
Turning on her heel, Sayako begins to lead him through their home. He follows along, curious to where she intends to take him. Eventually, they come to the study, where she beckons for him to sit in the large armchair by the fire that she already has going. Soon enough she’s offering him a drink, which Lelouch takes, his curiosity well and truly piqued at this point.
“Master Lelouch… I have noticed that you are overworking yourself of late.”
And just like that, his mood is souring. Because Sayako is right… but it’s not good that she’s noticed it. Between his work with the student council, making sure he spends time with Nunally, and now his… extracurricular activities, there’s no denying that Lelouch has been stretching himself thin. However, nobody can know about Zero. Not a single soul. Unfortunately, as his and Nunally’s personal maid, Sayako would be best positioned to accidentally learn her Master’s secrets…
“Sayako… please speak no more of this. I can’t tell you any-.”
But before he can continue, Sayako cuts him off, much to Lelouch’s surprise, with a sharp shake of her head.
“I am not asking you where it is you go, Master Lelouch. I would not expect you to divulge such information to me. Please… all I want is to help. You are stressed. You are having trouble sleeping. As your maid… it is my duty to look after you. I am asking for your permission to do so.”
Now he’s confused. This isn’t some sort of ill-advised dressing down? She just wants to… look after him? He supposes he shouldn’t be all that surprised, but more than anything, Lelouch isn’t quite sure what Sayako means.
“Sayako, you already do look after me. Both Nunally and I wouldn’t be as well off as we are if it weren’t for you.”
Giving him a soft smile, the Japanese maid bows low at that.
“Thank you for the high praise, Master Lelouch. But that is not what I mean.”
And then she shocks Lelouch into silence by beginning to strip, right then and there. Reaching back behind herself, she undoes the buttons on the back of her white apron first, pulling it off of her shoulders. Then she moves onto her skirt, pulling it away from her body after unbuttoning it as well. This leaves her in but her top and her grey pantyhose, as well as her shoes and the white hat of her maid’s uniform, still atop her head.
“Master Lelouch… as your maid, it is my responsibility to see to your stress in whatever way you deem fit.”
Her top comes off next, as she sees no refusal or disagreement coming from him. Lelouch sits there frozen, cradling his drink in one hand, even as his maid dutifully exposes herself to him, stripping down further and further until she’s wearing nothing but a simple pair of white underwear and a matching white bra. Though, she keeps her shoes and the hat atop her head on.
Stripped to her undergarments, Sayako licks her lips, reaching back behind herself and taking the clasp of her bra in her hands.
“Shall I continue Master Lelouch, or shall I relieve your stress as I am now?”
What a question. By this point, Lelouch’s cock is straining against the inside of his pants something fierce, his bulge likely readily apparent to one with a keen eye such as Sayako, though of course she doesn’t mention it. He understands what she’s asking him… and he knows what he wants as well. Truth be told, Sayako isn’t that much older than him. She’s in her mid-twenties, and it shows. She’s in the prime of her life, with a beautiful body hidden beneath that maid uniform of hers, and now that he’s seeing it in all of its curvaceous glory…
At the end of the day, Lelouch is still a straight young man with a healthy libido.
“Continue, Sayako.”
He wishes his voice didn’t sound quite so strangled when he answers her, but what can one do, truly? Sayako just smiles softly and nods, before undoing the clasp on her bra and pulling it away from her body. Her beautiful breasts, perfectly formed in Lelouch’s humble opinion, bounce free of their confines but bounce right back up, perky as all hell and sloped in a way that has his mouth watering as he longs to get his hands on them.
If she has any idea the effect that this reveal has on him, she has the good grace not to say anything, even as she discards her bra and moves onto her panties, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and sliding them down her legs and off of her feet. Stepping out of them, the now nude maid walks over to Lelouch and offers her panties to him in her palms stretched out like some sort of tribute. Lelouch takes them, of course, and Sayako responds by immediately sinking to her knees before him in the chair.
She brings her hands to his belt and looks to him, waiting for his nod before she begins to get to work, deft slender fingers unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and slipping into his boxers to take hold of his raging hard-on. She swiftly extracts his member from it’s confines, and just as swiftly descends upon the head of his cock with her mouth, leaning forward and opening wide as she begins to take him past her lips.
Lelouch groans, tossing his head back in enjoyment of the simple sexual act. He never would have asked this of Sayako, not in a million years. Not that he hadn’t thought about it. She was a beautiful young woman, and he was a growing young man. How could he not have fantasies about the female servant living with him and his frail, blind little sister?
But he had no intentions of acting upon those fantasies. However, if Sayako herself was going to get involved, if she was going to initiate things… then how could he possibly resist. With a low growl in his throat, Lelouch places his hand atop Sayako’s head, curling his fingers through her hair for a moment and forcing her further down his not-insubstantial length. She gags just a bit in surprise at the move, and Lelouch pulls back as if burned, realizing that he’s perhaps gone too far.
Coming off of his cock with a pop, Sayako offers him a kind smile.
“Please, Master Lelouch. Do not worry about my comfort. It is my duty as a maid to relieve your stress, whatever form that relief may take. I beg of you, use me as you see fit.”
And then she descends back down onto his cock, sucking at his length almost elegantly, without a hint of slurping despite her tongue being all over the part of his member within her lips. It’s a very prim and proper sort of blowjob… but as Lelouch comes to rest his hand back on top of Sayako’s head, he finds himself wanting something… more.
Gripping tightly at his maid’s hair, the young Britannian man does what his people (or more accurately his bloodline) do best… he conquers. Guiding Sayako up and down his cock more forcefully, Lelouch is soon ruining the elegance of her original blowjob in exchange for face fucking the willing Japanese maid to his heart’s content.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
Watching Sayako slobber and gag all over his cock is… extremely satisfying. Maybe the Japanese maid is on to something when it comes to his level of stress and his need to relieve some of it. Biting his lower lip, Lelouch groans loudly as he forces Sayako deeper down his length, pushing his member all the way down the back of her throat, only for the servant to respond by sucking in her cheeks and writhing her tongue along the underside of his shaft.
It feels sublime… it feels like exactly what he needs… but it also feels like night quite enough. With a growl, Lelouch abruptly pulls Sayako off of his cock, the naked maid blinking up at him in confusion.
“Master Lelouch? Was my mouth not to your satisfaction?”
Getting to his feet, Lelouch doesn’t respond with words, he responds with actions, using his grip on Sayako’s hair to bend her over the nearby coffee table. Her palms hit the glass surface of the coffee table with a meaty smack and she gasps even as he uses his free hand to pull her hips up, her ass coming with them. The Japanese maid instinctively spreads her legs apart for him, providing the disgraced Britannian Prince with access to her wet but not too wet pussy. Sayako is definitely turned on, but as always, she’s the perfect maid. Not too dripping, lest she make a mess.
Regardless, she’s absurdly tight as Lelouch feeds his cock into her cunt from behind. So very, very tight. Groaning and grunting, Lelouch tightens his hold on his naked maid’s hair and pulls her head back, forcing her spine to arch as he begins to fuck her from behind while at the same time tugging at her hair. He’s not gentle, he’s not kind, he’s not particularly slow or anything like that. He’s rough and savage and brutal with Sayako… and she loves every last moment of it.
“Yes, Master L-Lelouch! Please! Please fuck me however you like! A-Ah, ah, ah! Don’t stop, relieve all of your stress with my body!”
To her credit, Sayako is whisper-shouting, not hollering at the top of her lungs. She’s relatively quiet as she says these things, and Lelouch thinks that the sound of his cock thrusting into her and his crotch slapping against her ass is probably louder than her voice. But he doesn’t let that stop him from transitioning his grip on Sayako’s hair to her mouth instead, wrapping his hand around her mouth and silencing her as he leans over her further and growls into her ear.
“Shush! Do you want to wake Nunally? A maid should be seen, not heard!”
Sayako just moans into his palm, nodding as best she can. Meanwhile, Lelouch slides his other hand up her side and to her chest, grabbing and squeezing onto those perfect orbs of hers. Finally, he’s groping her breasts… finally, he’s ball’s deep inside of her. She’s tight and wet, and despite being the perfect maid, she gets wetter as he fucks her. Lelouch takes Sayako to pound town, plowing the slightly older Japanese woman as hard as he can for as long as he can, with all the ferocity he can muster.
Even her composure is no match for that, and it’s only a matter of time before the prim and proper maid is squealing into his hand, creaming herself around his cock, her eyes going crossed as she moans lewdly into his palm, her pussy walls clenching and squeezing down HARD around his member. Lelouch could have cum right there along with her, but he holds himself back, exercising immense control as he grunts and growls and keeps on fucking Sayako through that first orgasm and several more after.
Some part of him, likely a part of him that comes from his father, wants to make sure that his maid knows her place after all is said and done. He’s not stopping until she’s aware fully of just who the Master of this House is. So, he fucks Sayako into a stupor, plowing her relentlessly through orgasm after orgasm, somewhat amazed himself at what he seems to be capable of.
Eventually though, all good things come to an end. With a triumphant growl, Lelouch cums inside of his Japanese maid, filling her with his seed, making a deposit inside of her cunt, trusting her to clean herself up and knowing that she’d rather he came inside of her then making a mess on the floor or anything like that. As he pulls out of her, the sweat-covered maid collapses to her knees, still laid out over the coffee table, panting and doing her best to catch her breath.
Lelouch finds that he needs to do the same, collapsing back into the chair he’d originally been sat in and watching Sayako’s ass sway back and forth in the air, his cum beginning to leak out of her already. But, to his surprise, he doesn’t get to enjoy that view for long. Recovering in record time, Sayako spins about and retakes her position kneeling between his legs. She takes his cock into her mouth once more and bobs up and down his length, slurping and sucking and lapping at him as she cleans him up with her lips and tongue.
Watching this, Lelouch can’t help but smile. Sayako has always been loyal to him, hasn’t she? Gliding a hand through her hair, Lelouch’s breath hitches as he comes to a decision. She’s right in that he needs to be able to relieve his stress any time, any place. But if she’s going to be the way that he does that… she deserves to know everything.
“Sayako… there’s much I need to tell you.”
His Japanese maid continues to suck at his cock, even as she looks up into his eyes, showing that she’s dutifully listening. Lelouch begins to tell her everything he’s been up to since that night he met C.C. He knows, without a doubt in his mind, that Sayako will support him every step of the way, just as she has all his life. She is, after all, the Perfect Maid.
