Tag: the boss

My Owner has rarely censored my writings here and asked for a change in what I wrote (not that He had to ask; he did so out of kindness). I think I can count maybe three or four posts in all the years that He has told me either not to post or has told me to do a rewrite.

Now, my report on my Super Bowl 2024 post is one of those He wants to approve of first because of its content. The rewrite is now awaiting His approval.

What was the issue?

While I was writing it, He came to see what I was writing about. My topic was about how I spent Super Bowl Sunday. The game was played here in Las Vegas.

On Super Bowl Sunday, I was loaned to His boss to be the house slave for a private party. His boss and wife are swingers, which was a closed event.

About 25 people were there. The group was a closed and friendly group of management and upper management types where discretion is a must. Being that they play often with each other, all are regularly tested.

Besides my usual duties of serving drinks and snacks as well as cleaning up and such, I was, of course, used as a cumbucket (smiles).

In my previous posts, I referred to His boss as “The Boss.” His wife is “The Boss Wife.” Their oldest son is “The Son.”

They live in an exclusive gated community here in Las Vegas. It is a giant house with the full amenities you would expect in an executive house (mansion) with five bedrooms and multiple bathrooms: a media room and an entire dungeon.

These couples would have full access to me. My orders were besides maid service, I was to provide them with all the services they needed or wanted. Nothing was off limits, and Master-Sir allowed me to have as many orgasms as I wanted or was offered!!

The only restriction on orgasms was I had to ask for them.

Master-Sir was there, but in the background, being the perverted voyeur that I love Him to be. They were my main focus.

That day, I can say I was truly well-used for just about everything. Mainly, I was used as a fluffer or for cleanup, which caught Master-Sir’s attention.

As I was typing, He asked me about that.
When we first met, He told me that sometime down the road, I would serve women as he directed. He reminded me that the first several times, I would be sucking His cock clean after He fucked one of His girlfriends.

When He wanted me to clean His lady friend’s pussy of His cum, I didn’t do it willingly, let’s just say that!

He would have to use some pressure on my head as he pulled my hair and pushed my face into her wet pussy, ordering me to start licking her clean.

It wasn’t anything serious; I didn’t want to do it; I resisted as much as I could. I finally gave in. Otherwise, I knew I would be severely punished.

Things changed when He met the Pretty Brunette, and I started to enjoy my time between her beautiful legs. Since then, I haven’t had an issue when a trusted lady of His spreads her legs and points. No words are needed.

For Super Bowl, I was loaned to His boss for a private party, and I was licking and cleaning pussy without any hesitation. I seemed to love being used like that.

What changed?

I had to think about it for a moment. He was right. I no longer need to be pushed or commanded to lick a special lady’s pussy to clean up their juices. I also enjoy just being used by her for relaxation purposes. Or if she just needs to get off quickly and doesn’t want a cock.

I guess it’s like my love of anal sex or maybe even blowjobs. Although blowjobs have always been my favorite treat. I love sucking a nice cock and swallowing His reward. I will do that anytime or anywhere!

But I only enjoy doing that with people I love and trust. Here, I was loaned out to people I never met. Besides my Owner, I looked at three people I knew and twenty-five strangers.

Just for the record, I knew one couple from work! I see them at our monthly update meetings with upper management.

Afterward, Master-Sir told me that several of the ladies praised him on how well He trained me at oral servicing.

How or why was I now an eager pussy cleaner? It was actually an easy answer. It’s how I am trained. Or maybe how I am wired. I am His to serve. Everything I do is for His happiness and His pleasure.

The first couple of times Master-Sir sent me to some stranger’s hotel room for me to give them a blowjob. It wasn’t very pleasant. I did a good job sucking the man’s cock, and I swallowed. But I did it in a hurry because I wasn’t enjoying ti. They loved it, but inside, I was an emotional basket case, and I even cried the first time.

Then I realized what I was doing wrong. I was doing it to please them. I was trying to enjoy it for me since I normally love blowjobs and swallowing their cum. I love the looks they have when they fill my mouth and how they smile and moan as they finish. The best part is when they are expecting me to pull out and end it, but I hold them in my mouth and make sure they are soft and clean before letting them out of my mouth.

I had to change my mindset. These were people who knew my Owner; they had expectations based on their friendship with Him. I was representing Him when I was sucking their cock. If I failed, it would look bad on my Owner.

When I was in their hotel rooms, I thought of my Owner, His cock, His smile, how he would tell me “Good slave” when He knew I served these men as he expected me to.

I trust Him, so I trusted them. I was obedient to them for my Owner’s happiness. I know it sounds a little too easy, but that’s How I think of the world. I was born to serve.

It’s like when Master-Sir sends me to a stranger’s hotel room to give a blowjob. I go there to do something I usually like. But fear doing it to a stranger with no connection to them.

So, these were strangers to me. But they were friends of The Boss, He was friends with my Owner. I needed to hear “good slave” from two important people I trusted. To do that, I tapped into my need to serve, to please, and to make sure others around me are happy and relaxed. I was born to serve. It’s why He owns me.

I was sucking the cocks of these men I never met to be “of service” to The Boss or The Boss Wife. These were her girlfriends I was being told to lick to orgasm or to clean out and get them ready for another round of fucking.

I know many don’t understand the way I think like that. I was there to do what I was meant to do. I was there to “serve”. And it was for me to serve a man I respect. To make Him smile and be impressed with how well I obeyed His commands and represented Him to His guests through my obedient service.

So in the way I was told to lick these pussy’s, It was something I enjoyed. Maybe it’s not the act of pleasuring a woman that turns me off. But I wasn’t there for my pleasure, I was there for Thier Pleasure. I was there to be used, serve, and make my Owner’s Boss proud.

If I was not a slave, and some woman asked me to lick her pussy, I would walk in the other direction as fast as possible. But I am not a free woman; I am an owned slave. And licking a cum filled pussy is what I was told to do; it was what I would do with pride and honor for Him.

This was me serving His needs and His pleasures by serving them. They were just the recipients of my love for Him.

Now, my report on Super Bowl Sunday may make a little more sense in why I was so well used and so happy from being so well used. They hit all of my hot buttons and had me dripping wet from the money I arrived to the moment master-Sir walked me to His car to take me home.

Thursday, they (Master-Sir, The Boss and The Boss Wife) went to run errands and left me home with the commands to clean the house. Focus my efforts mostly on cleaning and organizing the Master Bedroom.

I thought I was alone, so I removed my sundress and started to do my chores naked. When I needed something to drink, I went to the kitchen and that’s when I saw their 20-Year-Old college son in the pool, swimming laps. He was naked as well! So I stopped to admire the sights! When He got up to turn around to swim back, I saw that he was very nicely tanned all over. Well-toned muscles and very well developed in the cock area!

Suddenly I felt the need to be proper and to bring Him his morning coffee. He likes it Black with a touch of vanilla crème. I quickly found my sundress, grabbed a fresh cup and went out to visit my young stud muffin!

Seeing me come out with His coffee in my hands, made Him smile as I watched Him swim to the edge of the pool. Saying hello to me. Not looking too surprised, He thanked me for the coffee as he also asked me for His phone that was sitting on a chair.

I know I was blushing, but He seemed ok., not really showing me anything, but knowing that He was indeed naked. He kept himself mostly in the water, not showing off His young, male body as I had seen earlier while talking to me.
Like me, He thought, after watching the van pull away, that He would have the house to himself. For Him, this meant a chance to get naked in the sun and to swim some laps. He said its his therapy.

He informed me that “we” were alone for at least another 45 minutes. Explaining that He has a family app on the phone, so His parents know where He is and He knows where they are!

After He realized I wasn’t sure why that was important, He got this mischievous grin on His face as He pulled Himself upon the side of the pool. His cock was starting to get hard as He looked at me.

Can you do me a favor? He asked me. I said that I would if I could. He wanted to know if I could serve Him His coffee the way I serve it to His father in the morning.
Ok? I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I wasn’t even sure what to say.

As He looked at me, He leaned over and untied my strings. Telling me to please get naked. He reasons that since he was naked, I needed to be as well. I agreed and slipped out of my dress to sit at His side.

As I did, He started to talk about how his father has a ritual in the morning. For as long as He could remember, His Dad was very punctual about getting up in the morning. He can hear the alarm go off at 5am sharp. At 5:30, His dad will be dressed for work and walk into the kitchen, grab a fresh brewed cup of coffee and sit at the kitchen bar to read the newspaper. Alone, in peace and quiet. By 6am, He is ready to face the day just as His mother is usually just starting to wake up.
I was interested in how He knew this.

Just as I started to fear where this was going.
He told me that there are three security cameras inside the house. One is in the kitchen pointing out towards the patio and the pool. Just in line with the breakfast bar.

Now I knew I was blushing, smiling and getting a little wet as I watched His cock get straighter and stand taller as He explained how he checks the cameras on His laptop occasionally and found this routine.

He also mentioned that a few late nights He caught some views of Mom and Dad doing things on the kitchen counter that makes Him, not want to eat on it anymore.

I was right about where this was going. He said that since I came into the house, Dad’s routine changed a little and that now He likes to get up early to watch, Not watch His father, but to watch me.

As the Father, my Owner’s Boss requested, I am in the kitchen making His coffee at 5:30, wearing nothing but my sundress. Right at 5:30, His father walks in the kitchen, is greeted by me handing Him a fresh cup of coffee and the morning newspaper.

Other than maybe a “Good Morning” no words are exchanged. He sits down on the bar stool, opens up the paper and starts to read while He enjoys the taste of His coffee. Just as He sits down, He unties the straps on my dress and I slip out of it. Naked as I kneel under the bar and take His cock out of His pants to begin to worship His cock.

Slowly putting it all into my mouth, plenty of tongue action. I pull a little out and lick the shaft. Planting kisses on it as I work down to His balls. Engulfing them into my mouth and washing them with my tongue.

After every inch can be properly kissed, I return to putting Him entirely in my mouth and perform a slow blowjob.

He is not paying any attention to me, as I am figuring He is enjoying the feel of my mouth while reading the morning news and sipping His coffee as I feel Him slide back on His chair. I sneak a little look from Him before I see His eyes go back to the paper.

Finally, He makes a slight adjustment that tells me He is about to fill my mouth with His cum. I slip out a little bit so that I may enjoy the feeling of the warm liquid pulsing into my waiting throat. Swallowing each shot with a slight gasp for air before the next one.

With Him moaning and moving a little, once I am sure He has unloaded all that He will reward me with, I hold it in my mouth. Swallowing each drop I can find until He is soft. I make once last lick to make sure His cock is clean before I put it back into His pants. Kissing His feet, I thank Him. He may grunt or something, but generally ignores me as I crawl away to get back to whatever it was, I was doing. Usually getting the kitchen ready to make everyone something for breakfast.

The Son said he doesn’t really see me once I am under the bar, but my head pops up occasionally as His father checks on my progress and smiles. He does not enjoy spying on His father like this, however, to see and to know what I am doing is a huge turn on for Him.

He asked if I feel worthless or what because there just isn’t any emotions there. But yet, to this young buck who gets plenty of pussy, it just seemed like a huge turn on and as I looked at His cock, I knew He enjoyed telling me the story.

So I had to ask Him. A young man with his smarts and his body, I was sure He got as much sex as He wanted. So why would he want something from an old fluffy chick like me??

As we were talking, His hands were fondling my breasts. I never asked Him to or indicated he could. He just reached over and started to play with them as he talked.

He assured me pussy is usually relatively easy. Yes, He gets plenty of that from some hot chicks at school and the activities He was involved in. But blowjobs? They are a little trickier. Not too many girls will just start sucking a cock without some foreplay, some negotiations and even then, most don’t swallow!

And now with the lockdown, the virus and all that. Really not easy to get anything!

That’s why He thinks it was ”So Fucking Hot” that His dad just got His fresh coffee, casually sits down and opens the paper. Meanwhile this lady just gets on her knees and sucks His cock without question, comment or command. Like she enjoys being used like that (I do)

I had to let Him know it was my pleasure and it was making me wet to do it and to talk about doing it. His father told me that doing that helps Him get His day started. He is now more focused and ready for the day ahead.

The son had a smile so large I thought His face was going to break. His cock could not get any taller either, I was sure of that! And His fingers were rolling my hard nipples between them. I was trying my best not to started moaning, I wanted to hear what He was telling me.

I asked if He could not say anything to anyone about any of this and I will do as He asked. He smiled and leaned back on his hands. I told Him that it may not look like it, but I find it kind of a turn on to be used like that. Not many do and He should always respect the women. But for me, No emotions, no love or need to be cuddled. Just get busy sucking His cock. To just enjoy the fact that He is enjoying the blowjob like I am.

A nice way to start, don’t you think?

I assured Him it is different with my “Husband” whom I respect and would never do it without His blessing or permission.

He did the entire “scouts honor, cross my heart, won’t tell a soul” and promised what we just talked about or do will stay between us.

I smiled as I leaned over and took His entire cock into my mouth and started to suck its full length and wrap my tongue around the swollen head. His one hand found my breasts and held on to it as I sucked and kissed His cock.

He was surprised I could take all of His cock in one motion. He was good-sized, not too large. It was Beautiful to look at! Almost like His father. Father was a little wider He was taller. But either one is easy!

After I made sure to lick, kiss and suck His shaft, His balls then back to His head, all without using my hands, I started to feel His movement and His moaning became louder.

He started to motion like He was trying to fuck my throat. I had to stop and tell Him to relax. It’s my job to do the “work”. He laughed a little and apologized. He wasn’t used to not having to beg or to get it to happen. I hear that often.

What started as a cock worship, turned quickly into a blowjob as I knew He was about to fill my mouth with my reward. I was hoping He would have better stamina, but He was ready to fill my mouth. He had a lot of it and it was warm and thick. Not sure why, but it tasted very good and I loved feeling it as I swallowed each thrust. Hearing him purr and moan was just music to my ears.
I stayed on His cock until my young stud had enough and went soft. Letting it go then sitting back.. Trying desperately to not thank him. He smiled and told me that was “Amazing! “

Right before He jumped back into the water, I asked if there was anything else I could get Him? He smiled and said that worked up an appetite, He could use something to eat. A bagel or something. And more coffee!

My response was “Yes Sir. Hoping He didn’t hear that, but really didn’t care. I was being a bad slave, I was going to be punished, so I need to make it worth my pain!
I walked back into the kitchen smiling.

Texting Master-Sir to let Him know I was being obedient. He was happy tat I was serving. Not happy I did it without His permission, but also knew that I was told to be “of service”. So it’s a fine line I crossed. We would talk about it later. Just for me to continue to obey.

When I returned with his bagel and coffee, His was already out of the water, sitting on the side. I let Him know that in school and work, He still needs to respect and honor a normal girl desires. Just to know that I’m just not normal!

Sorry, but most women want something in return. Some kissing, hugging, etc. make them feel wanted. I am taught to be more pleasing! And that I just like to suck nice cock!

He looked at his smartphone saying they must have stopped for something to eat. Still about 45 minutes away.

When I asked him to keep this all between us, I assured Him that His father was not doing anything behind His mother’s back. She was aware of this and that was one of the reasons I wanted this conversation to be kept private. He assured me that He knew Mom and Dad were into something kinky. So no big deal.
That seemed to give his once limp cock new life.

Just for the record! It was nice to be around a young stud! He was already getting ready for more action!

As I knelt to serve Him his meal, I asked if this was the same way He wanted it? He smiled and asked if there was any other way?

I was naked, on all fours, my saggy tits were out there for Him to play with and pinch. He was enjoying them. My ass was ready and I knew my pussy was wet.
I am not sure why the words just came out of my mouth. Being there alone, with a young stud who for whatever reason was enjoying being around me, naked and with an erection. But I just knelt at His side and asked “Have you ever fucked a fluffy girl’s sloppy pussy before?”

That smile came back, and His cock grew stiffer as He told me “No”. Just the sexy cheerleaders and upper-class girls like he was supposed to. Kids in His class always talk about the other girls as being not good enough. But this is not what He thought it was like!

After the “World Class Blowjob”, seeing me naked and playing with my saggy tits, He told me he needed to try.

I laughed, telling Him not to worry, he can’t hurt me or break me like He could those other girls. “I was made for hard use” was my comment. Hoping that since He has been very forward with me so far, He may be that way fucking my holes.

Looking back, I think it was just the way it all happened and the fact that He really just wanted to be a real stud without any of the attachments. Knowing He could do what he wanted with a fluffy old lady with big milking tits, nobody was going to find out and embarrass him. He could have all the fun in private.

His cock was ready as I got on all fours and directed His cock into my pussy. He never put down His coffee and was even chewing on the bagel as I started to push in and pull out. To ride His cock and not have Him worry about pleasing me or hurting me.

I knew that a punishment would be coming once Master-Sir got home, but this was just too good for little ol’ me to pass up. I’ve always been a good slave. This one time I became a submissive slut won’t ruin me! I promise!

I saw from the corner of my eye that he had finished the bagel and put the coffee cup down. He grabbed my hair and started to really ride my pussy. Telling me I was right. It was “pretty fucking sloppy” but also so hot and wet. He loved it.

I was moaning just as He was huffing and puffing then moaning as His cock finally gave me a second load of His reward. I was a happy camper. A young stud could do it twice in one hour and wanted to use me for the honors?

He pulled out when He thought He was done. I quickly turned around, smiled, and told Him I needed to make sure he was properly clean as I opened my mouth for His cock. I love feeling a cock after it has cum. They usually have a little bit of after cum left that just needs to be milked and loved.

Soon as I finished and let His now soft cock go free. He smiled, thanked me and jumped back into the pool.

Update:
Later in the day, after all was done and He was dressed and back to normal, I asked for His thoughts. Such a studly young man using an old saggy thing like me. He was very happy with what He did with me. He enjoyed not having to have that “mushy stuff” and like His father, He enjoyed, actually said it felt free to not have anything to worry about after He came. Just fuck me then hit the pool and we were both happy.

He was also hoping to have a repeat. I assured Him He would whenever He wanted to.

Master-Sir was proud of His slave for offering to be of service to Him. That part, offering coffee and my mouth for His use was appropriate since we are living in His parents’ house.

Master-Sir was upset, and I was punished for deciding my own sexual use. Had He told me that He wanted to fuck my pussy or any other hole, I would have been ok. But I decided how I wanted to be used for His sexual pleasures. I suggested or asked Him to use a specific hole (my pussy) That is a BIG No-No. For that, I was needing to be punished.

I will accept my punishment knowing I enjoyed being bad that one time. Master-Sir deserves a better behaved slave.