Room Service (Julian Denue pt 2)

[BeneathMyWillow 837]

Hi everyone, this is a continuation of the fantasy story about a rich guy who does whatever he wants. You can read the first part here. Like with that one, this deals with a sexual relationship that has a huge power imbalance which might not be to everybody's tastes. It also contains nonchalant peeing, peeing on other people, sex, and exhibitionism.

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Julian awoke and sat up in bed, the luxurious covers falling off him. The light-up clock on the wall told him it was 9:30. He didn’t usually sleep in so late, but he had had a long journey the day before, so he had promised himself a day of relaxation today.

He climbed to his feet and stretched. He always slept naked, finding it quite the most comfortable way to sleep. He had woken up with a full bladder and a throbbing erection, but neither of those particularly bothered him.

He crossed to the French windows and slid back the shutters, letting sunlight stream into the room. Then he pushed the windows and stepped out onto the terrace.

The morning air was cool on his naked body, but not cold. The stone terrace overlooked Julian’s land. Well-groomed lawns stretched away below him, with his private woodland beyond. At this time in the morning there were always a couple of gardeners out mowing the lawns, and today one of the house staff was on the terrace, mopping the dusty stone. Her name was Jade, and she had a nice enough body, but he had to admit she wasn’t one of his favourites in bed. He said good morning to her, and she curtseyed, paying no mind to his nakedness.

As he stood on the terrace, surveying his property, Julian stretched again, reaching his arms into the air; and as he did so, he relaxed his bladder. He smiled as his piss fountained out over the stones, enjoying the relief of the strain, and enjoying too the feeling as the liquid flowed through his erect head.

Once his bladder was empty, the erection started to die down. He took one last look around and turned back into his bedchamber, while Jade carried her bucket and mop over to clean up after him.

Inside his chambers, he pressed the button on the wall to call his manservant, Phillip, and ordered breakfast to his room. He also asked if it could be sent up with one of the girls.

“Who would you like to see, sir?” Phillip asked.

“Surprise me,” said Julian. He climbed back into bed, lying back and enjoying the soft mattress on his aching muscles -- he always ached after a long flight.

Not long later, a girl arrived carrying his breakfast on a tray. She curtseyed and he smiled. Her name was Christine, one of the newer women in his employ. She was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, with a pretty face.

Julian sat up against the headboard of the bed, and Christine placed the tray on a stand over his waist. He tucked into the eggs and bacon, casting his eyes over Christine as he did so. She stood beside the bed, waiting for instructions.

His favourites were the ones who didn’t need to wait for instructions. But no matter, she was new, and everybody had to learn.

“Do you like the uniform?” he asked her as he ate. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in the summer uniform before.”

“I like it just fine, sir,” said Christine.

“It shows your legs off well,” said Julian. Julian glanced down at her legs. In summer the girls wore a much shorter dress; if a strong draught blew there was a danger of revealing their important parts. “You have good legs.”

“I cycle to work, sir,” said Christine.

“But it doesn’t highlight your body very well,” said Julian, eyeing her top half. “You don’t have the chest for it. I think … I think you’d look better without it. Why don’t you take it off? I’d like to remind myself what you look like underneath.”

Christine obligingly took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted the dress over her head. She wore lacy black underwear beneath, which stood out starkly against her pale skin and highlighted her pert breasts well.

“That’s better,” said Julian. “Come and sit beside me.”

Christine joined him in the large bed, as Julian finished off the last few bites of his food and moved on to the large cup of coffee. After his first sip, he looked at Christine.

“Tell me about your life,” he said. “What have you been doing these weeks that I’ve been away? I want to hear all about it.”

Christine started talking while Julian sipped his coffee. As she spoke, he reached his left hand across to her and down. His fingers found the waistband of her underwear and slipped inside, exploring the cropped hair down there, and then gently working his way deeper inside. Christine kept talking, her words punctured every so often by a gasp or a spasm as he absent-mindedly played with her.

Julian was not paying much attention to what Christine said, more just enjoying the sound of her voice, which had a very pleasant accent. But at one point his ears perked up.

“Boyfriend?” he interrupted. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. Tell me about him.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to know,” said Christine. “We’ve been dating a month or two. It’s not really serious yet --”

“What’s he like?”

“Well, he’s tall, good-looking --”

“What’s he fuck like?”

“Oh. He’s … okay, I suppose.”

“My girls deserve better than okay,” said Julian. He ran a gentle finger over her clit, making Christine shudder. “What’s the point if the fucking isn’t good? Why settle for okay?”

“Well, he’s nice in other ways --”

“Does he know about your job yet?” Julian asked. “Does he know about this … situation?”

Christine drew a gasping breath as his fingers passed over her clit again. “No,” she said. “He thinks I’m just a cleaner.”

Julian’s smile widened. “I like that,” he said. “I like that a lot.”

He put his empty coffee cup down on the bedside table. His cock was hard as rock again under the bed covers.

“I think it’s time to get out of bed,” he said. “Stand up, would you?”

Christine stood, and Julian stood close to her. He ran his fingers over the strap of her bra and frowned.

“This looks good from a distance,” he said, “but up close you can tell that it’s very cheap material. Speak to Phillip, he can get you some better quality lingerie. We have a supplier. Now, would you kneel down?”

Christine knelt in front of him. She started to pull his cock towards her mouth, but Julian pushed her hands aside.

“Not yet,” he said.

She looked up at him, surprised.

“All I need from you is to kneel there,” said Julian. His coffee had been percolating down into his bladder, which was getting full again. He took his cock in his hand, aimed down at Christine’s chest, and pissed. He enjoyed watching how the piss poured over her shape, how rivulets ran over her breasts, dampened the black lacy fabric. A few trickles fell from points of her tits to the floor; the rest flowed down her front towards her crotch.

After a few seconds he redirected his flow up towards her face. She closed her eyes as he pissed up into her hair, turning the blond strands dark. Then she tipped her head back and opened her mouth to accept the stream. He kept pissing as it slowly filled up her mouth and overflowed over her chin, to once again pour down over her chest.

After some time Julian’s bladder was empty. Christine swallowed and opened her eyes.

“Now it’s ready for you,” said Julian. Christine took his cock into her mouth and sucked. It didn’t take long before he came. He pulled out of her mouth just before his climax, and again directed his cock down, so that he spurted onto her tits and onto the lacy bra.

“Much obliged,” said Julian. “Always a good start to the morning.”

He wiped himself on the edge of the bedsheets and pulled some clothes on from the wardrobe, while Christine sat dripping in the puddle, catching her breath. Julian started to leave the room, but turned back in the doorway.

“That underwear won’t do you any good now it’s wet,” he said. “I’m sure you can go without for the rest of the day. In fact, I’d like it if you do. And clean up this puddle, would you? I don’t want the room to smell.”

[BeneathMyWillow 837]

If I take the story further, I think I'd like to explore more than just "Julian can do whatever he likes". Julian is a kinda nasty guy and I'd like to write him getting his come-uppence somehow. But I might not get that far with it, or it might not work out that way in the end ... anyway hope this was enjoyable!

[Lutab 1,048]

It’s a great story. But if you find yourself more inspired by something new go for it. (I’d like more of this though)

[Bacardi 10,020]

I LOVE this. 

Working for a man that's an ass who expects me to clean up after him, who pees right in front of me on tiles that I just washed, who feels he has a right to my body, who pees on me and then tells me to clean it up. It's like this was written for me 😫😫😫 it's my guilty pleasure, really. 

Please continue this when you can! You already have one fan 😌

[Paulypeeps 5,225]

I think that the girls like Julian. There is no need for any come-uppance!

[Kupar 13,278]

As a nice bloke (I think) I find these stories uncomfortable reading ... but each to his / her own 🙂

[Ms. Tito 2,296]

Worker's revolution? Worker's revolution?

[WhyUsoMean1 2]

I really love this story and I'm eagerly awaiting part 3😊