Dylia

Dylia knelt down onto on knee to dust the bottom row of one of her new master's bookshelves.  She was uncomfortably aware of how short her black and white maid's skirt was, and was trying everything in her power to maintain her modesty.  She was fairly certain that despite her best efforts, though, her master could quite easily take a peek up her skirt were he to be of the mind to.  She hastily finished up with her soft purple feather-duster, standing back up with a quick brush-off of her clothes.

She wore something similar to a traditional french maid's outfit, though perhaps just a bit too short to be considered entirely modest.  She didn't entirely mind that -- it wasn't exactly forbidden knowledge that some wealthy human men enjoyed seeing scantily clad elvish girls prancing about their estates doing their cleaning for them.  It was more how... overt her master was in his enjoyment of her body.  He would frequently run his hands through her soft blonde hair, down her thighs, and he had even ventured a hand upon her rump just last night.

Every time she had seconds thoughts about taking this job, though, she recalled how long she had been unemployed previous to this, and she thanked her lucky stars she had found a master whom housed his servants.

"Ah, Dylia!" a smooth voice echoed across the walls of the estate.

"Coming, sir!" she replied, adjusting her appearance as she made her way towards her master's voice.

She stepped knocked upon the door of her master's study daintily, just loud enough to be heard, shuffling in after hearing no objections.

Her master was a middle-aged man, perhaps holding a decade or two over herself.  He was a bit of a gruff man for the head of an estate, with an almost outdoorsman-esque look to him.  His brown, tousled hair framed his face alongside a slightly more maintained beard covering his chin and jaw, making it difficult  to look at him anywhere else but in the eyes.

"Thank you for coming swiftly, as you always do," he cooed in his mismatched, smooth voice.  She had almost thought there had been another man in the other room when Dylia had first heard him speak, but she had quickly grown used to it.

"Today marks the conclusion of your first week working at my estate, and I often like to take this point to converse with the girls I hire, to ensure they are enjoying their service, and that I enjoy theirs."  He words were kind and thoughtful, but his voice portrayed something much more serious, and Dylia couldn't help but tense up slightly.

"I- I cannot say I've ever had such a conversation with my...  Well, with any human, really," she admitted nervously.

Her master opened his arms up wide and chuckled.  "I'm aware my methodology is not the norm, but I encourage you to be frank with me," he explained.  "Go on," he urged, noticing Dylia's hesitation.

"I...  Well, I've enjoyed serving you so far, sir.  You are kind, despite..."  Dylia hesitated once more, eyeing the floorboards.

"Dylia, come closer," he ordered sternly.  She complied almost immediately, stepping before his chair.  He sat up straight and placed a hand upon her shoulder.  "Be frank with me, do you hear me?"

Dylia nodded.  "You...  You are very kind, despite the...  The um, the looks that you give me.  The touching, too," she added with a second though, a pinkish blush lighting up her cheeks.

Her master chuckled and she paused in her embarrassment.

"It is just as I thought, little Dylia, you simply are a tad shy!  I was worried these past days it may have been something more serious, but you're just modest," he explained with another chuckle.  He quickly sat up, so quickly he nearly frightened Dylia, and put both arms upon her shoulders.  "Do not worry, we have ways to assist you with this -- in fact, we can begin now!"

"S- sir?" Dylia asked, her face almost enveloped in a crimson tint now.  "What do you mean?"

He simply smiled, pushing her gently a few feet forward.  "Dylia, please remove your clothes."

Dylia's eyes widened to the size of platters and she moved her hands up to cover the low cut of her uniforms bust despite it not having changed yet.  "S- s- sir?!" she cried out.

"You heard me!" he replied with a chuckle.  "I certainly hope you don't intend to ruin such a clean track record you've developed so far just now?  You've been one of my most obedient girls I've ever hired, after all."

Dylia's blush renewed itself at that.  She found it hard to disprove his words -- she always had been an obedient girl...  Something about the simplicity of following orders made her mind feel warm and fuzzy.  Against her better judgement and her own decency, she began to reach behind her back.  She followed the motions of the knots, ties, and looplets that held her dress together for a few moments, hesitation when she felt the garment fall loose into her hands.  Her eyes met with her master's, and she bit her lip.

"Go on.  The door is closed and I will not let anyone else see you like this," he urged.

With one last huff of her breath, Dylia dropped her dress to the floor.  She was standing in nothing but her stockings and undergarments, now.  They were simple things, but still much more than most young elvish girls such as herself could afford.  They were some sort of soft white material, weaved just tight enough to support her cleavage without any straps.  They looked to be large C-cups, perhaps small D's.  A faint outline of her nipples could be seen in the fabric as well.  Dylia fought with every sense of modest that she had to not cover herself with her hands, especially with the hungry looks her master was giving her.

"Good, very good.  I'm proud of your obedience, Dylia.  I truly am."

"T- thank you, sir," she cooed quietly, unable to help but put up a small smile at her master's praise.  He noticed and gave her a grin right back.

"To the point of this, though.  There is no need for embarrassment here, as cute as you may be with a blush on your face," he teased.  "As your master, I expect certain things of my most promising serving girls, and I believe you are one of them.  You put effort into your work, and you certainly are as obedient as I would like.  You see, I have not had a... personal girl for quite some time.  I've missed the benefits that come with having my own personal assistant, who stays by my side at most hours of the day.  I'm hoping that you will fit the bill for such an assistant."

Dylia nodded, feeling as though there was something more to this.  The reason she was nearly naked.

"Dylia, could you get on your knees for me, please?"

Hesitant, Dylia fell to her knees, suddenly reminded of just how imposing her master could be from her new elevation.

"Come closer, now."

She hesitated, and waddled forward until she rested between his legs.  She had a suspicion where this was going.

Firmly, he took his hand under her chin and made it so that she could only look into his deep, brown eyes.  "Dylia, you know what I'm asking you to do, yes?"

She nodded nervously, eyeing a growing bulge in her master's pants before he forced her gaze back upon him.

"Then do it.  Now."

Dylia set to work and reached her hands into her master's pants, pulling them down.  She'd never pleasured a man before, but the sound of his voice, his command put her right to it.  She watched intently as his massive cock flopped down towards her, eyes widening slightly.  It had to be about seven inches long, it simply felt large in her hand.  She may have never done it herself, but she had been told how to pleasure a man before, stories by some of the older elves when she was younger.  She began stroke his shaft from the bottom to the middle, rolling her wrist rather than strictly pumping it, hoping it would feel better.

"Very good, Dylia, very good," he praised her, an idle hand reaching forward and stroking her cheek gently.

She eyed him for a moment with a smile, thankful for the kind touch before setting at it again.  She worked up her speed slightly, and moved her hand further up his shaft, stroking it all now.  The feeling of his meaty flesh in her hand was not unpleasant as she had expected it to be.  The warmth of it almost felt nice in her hand, some distant part of her mind enjoying the idea that she was pleasuring her master.

She moved her face closer to his shaft and gave it a smell, curious of it's scent.  It was thick and unquestionably masculine.  She found it curious that she was not repelled by it, and leaned in closer yet.  She found herself reaching up with her other hand to lean upon him, but decided upon a better use for it.  Adjusting her knees to stabilize herself, she reached underneath his shaft with her idle hand and prodded gently at his balls.  She held them, feeling their small weight, moved them around curiously as if she investigating a fragile toy.

Her master looked on with a wide grin, though it went completely unnoticed by Dylia.  She was fully absorbed in her investigations and her pleasuring, and he knew right then and there that he had made the correct choice.

Curiosity was definitely a driving force for Dylia here, and so she leaned in closer yet.  She had heard that some women pleasured men with their mouths...  Pressing her lips against the head of her master's shaft, she gave it a kiss.  A spurt of precum leaked from his head and drew a string between her lip and his cock as she pulled away, eliciting an almost delighted giggle from Dylia.  She leaned in against and placed another kiss upon his head, and then lower down his shaft, and then lower, planting kisses all the way along his shaft until she kissed the underside of his balls.  She decided to keep her stroking to his lower cock so that she could continue experiment with her mouth.

She licked up the pre that had strung itself between her and his cock as well as another few dollops that had accumulated through her pleasuring -- the taste was not immediately unpleasant, though it did seem to pique her curiosity further.  With only a moment's though, she pressed her mouth onto her master's cock, taking it's head inside.  The sensation of holding his hot cock inside her mouth was an odd one, but if the throwing back of her master's head was any indication, he was enjoying it.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before, Dylia?" he teased her, chuckling while holding a hand upon the back of her head, stroking her hair with his thumb while pressing her gently deeper upon his cock.

She accepted his guidance and took him deeper until his cockhead hit the back of her throat.  She suckled at him here, her eyes watching her master's.  Both her hands held herself steady against his legs now as she suckled him.

Grasping her hair tight in his hands, he started to pull her off of his cock, much to her confusion, though he quickly began pressing her forward once more, repeating the pattern.  "Like this."

She complied and immediately took the pace, struggling only slightly at first but growing quickly used to it.  Her tongue wandered as she pressed herself forward and back upon his cock, lapping at its sides and also at his tip when she came to the peak of her movement.  Gradually, she found herself picking up the speed until she began to feel her master's cock press down into her throat.  She coughed upon his shaft as it first entered, but adjusted herself so that it would be easier accommodated as she realized he wished to go deeper.  Very soon she found herself taking his entire cock down her throat.  Each centimeter that passed the turn into her neck she could feel upon the walls of her throat, even able to feel the faint beat of her master's heart.

She could feel his balls slapping against her chin now as the pace was picked up, an audible slapping sound growing louder and louder as they grew quicker.  She could feel her throat bulging slightly with every thrust into it, but she suffered through it, knowing her master was enjoying the pleasure she gave to him.

She could feel his cock beginning to twitch, and without warning, his shaft pulsed and shot a load of cum down her throat.  The strong taste and the thickness of it caused her to cough, and she found herself pulling off of his cock.  It pulsed once more as it was exiting her mouth, depositing a load onto her tongue and then another all over her face.  Her master groaned in pleasure and stroked himself quickly as yet another spray of semen landed over Dylia's face -- Dylia recoiled slightly but did not move from where she was.  As his orgasm died down, Dylia realized she had closed her eyes, and lidded them open to look up at him.

"Very, very good," he repeated with a grind as wide as the sun adorning his face.

Dylia smiled back up at him, the semen dripping from he cheeks and lips.  She licked up what remained on her lips and swallowed it before realizing exactly what she had just done.  The spur of the moment gone, a full blush returned to Dylia's face, and she found it difficult to look anywhere but the ground.

"Don't worry, Dylia, you did lovely.  In fact, I think I'll have you do it again soon."