Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I took the fabric from her, my face flushing as I pretended to stammer, my voice soft, almost shy, my eyes downcast like a nervous schoolboy.

”Y-You don’t need to do this...” I muttered, my cheeks burning as I clutched the underwear to my chest, my cock throbbing beneath it. ”I-I can handle myself... Really...”

Jill’s face turned even redder, her thoughts spiraling into chaos, her fingers trembling as she clutched her skirt.

[Young Master... is shy...? And he’s blushing...? Is he embarrassed...? Oh god, he’s so cute...]

But her eyes betrayed her, lingering on my abs, her mind lost in fantasies she couldn’t control.

[I want to touch him... I want to feel those muscles... But I can’t... I’m his maid...]

I saw her internal struggle, her professionalism warring with her desire, and I decided to push her further.

”C-Can you please go out of the room...?” I snapped, my voice sharp, my face flushed with fake anger, my hands waving in a flustered motion. ”I-I need to get dressed...! It’s inappropriate...!”

Jill flinched, her thoughts plunging into panic, her fingers digging into her skirt.

[Oh no! I angered him! He’s mad at me! What if he fires me...?]

But then, she straightened her back, her voice firm despite the tremor in her words, her chin lifting in defiance.

”No...” she blurted, then realized her mistake, her face burning as she stammered to cover it up.

”I-I mean... It is my duty to help Young Master wear his clothes... properly...” She paused, her fingers twisting in her skirt, her voice dropping to a whisper. ”But to avoid embarrassing Young Master... I can turn around...”

She turned, but not before deliberately swinging her hips, the motion slow, teasing, her skirt flaring just enough to hint at the curves beneath. Her mind was racing with nervous excitement.

[OMG! I dare to teach Young Master a lesson...? I am surely going to get fired... What is wrong with me...? How did I become like this...?]

I smirked, listening to her frantic thoughts, my urge to spank her bouncing ass instant and overpowering. But I held back. Instead, I dropped my towel, my body fully on display, my cock half-hard and throbbing with the thrill of the game.

”Y-You really don’t need to—” I protested again, my voice stammering, my hands covering my crotch in a fake attempt at modesty. ”I-I can do it myself...!”

Jill didn’t turn around, but I heard her sharp inhale, her thoughts a whirlwind of desire and duty.

[His body... It’s perfect... And that bulge... Oh god, I want to see it...]

”It’s my job, Young Master...” she insisted, her voice steady, but her hands trembled as she reached for my shirt, her fingers brushing against the fabric like it was made of gold. ”A good maid always assists her master...”

I moved past her, toward the bed where she had laid out my clothes—a complete royal suit: a black shirt, black pants, a vest, and over it all, a black velvet blazer with gold patterns stitched into the fabric. I picked up the shirt, my hands shaking in a deliberate show of shyness.

”B-But I really don’t need—” I started, my voice breaking, my face flushing as I clutched the shirt to my chest.

Jill turned slightly, her profile visible, her lips parted as she peered at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark with something unspoken.

”Young Master...” she said softly, her voice laced with a false professionalism, but her thoughts were a storm.

[He’s so shy... It’s adorable... But god, I want to see him naked...]

”P-Please...” I whimpered, my voice trembling, my free hand waving in a flustered gesture. ”I-I can manage...!”

Jill sighed, her shoulders slumping in exasperation, but her mind was anything but resigned.

[He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed... But I need to do my job...]

She turned fully, her hands reaching for the shirt, her fingers lingering as she took it from me. ”Young Master...” she said, her voice gentle but firm, her eyes locked on mine. ”It’s my duty... Let me help you...”

I let out a frustrated sigh, my face burning as I relented, my hands dropping to my sides. ”F-Fine...” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, my cock twitching at the thought of her touch.

Jill smiled, her face still flushed, but her eyes gleamed with triumph. She stepped closer, her fingers brushing against my abs as she helped me into the shirt, her touch light but electric.

[His skin... It’s so warm... So smooth... I want to lick it...]

”S-Sorry...” I gasped, my voice breaking, my face flushing as I pretended to squirm under her touch. ”I-I didn’t mean to bother you...”

Jill shook her head, her voice soft, her fingers lingering on my chest as she buttoned my shirt. ”It’s no bother, Young Master...” she reassured me, her voice steady, but her thoughts were a mess of lust and longing.

[I want to unbutton this myself... I want to see what’s underneath...]

And then—the pants.

When she helped me with them, her hands rubbed against my cock through the thin fabric of my underwear. She blushed deeply, her thoughts exploding into chaos, her breath hitching as she froze in place.

[Oh god... It’s so hard... So big... I want to touch it... I want to stroke it... I want to wrap my lips around it...]

Her fingers trembled, her pussy clenching with empty need as she pulled away, but not before sneaking a quick, desperate squeeze. The heat of me burned through the fabric, and she bit her lip, her mind a haze of shame and desire.

”Y-You don’t have to—” I stammered, my voice trembling, my hands covering my crotch again, my face burning with fake embarrassment. ”I-I can do it...!”

Jill ignored me, her voice firm but her hands shaking as she helped me into my pants, her touch lingering just a second too long.

”It’s my duty, Young Master...” she insisted, her voice steady, but her mind was anything but.

[I shouldn’t be doing this... But I can’t stop...]

Finally, as I slipped on my blazer, I caught her—she was sniffing her hand, the one that had just touched my cock, her eyes glazed with lust, her thoughts a filthy mess.

[It smells like him... Oh god, I’m so bad... But I can’t stop...]

I smirked to myself, my heart pounding with anticipation. She was mine for the taking. And I wasn’t done yet.