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A Prelude to Super Bowl 2024

February 15, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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.

Home Office Meeting

May 28, 2021 / / 0 Comments

Yesterday, Master-Sir told me to expect Master Chad to pick me up from work. He had an important business meeting and expecting to work with “the gang” all day at home. So I knew that I would be coming home to a messy house as they like to work and spread out all over. The kitchen, the office, the pool/deck area. Probably even a pile of dishes or delivered food boxes!

This change actually worked out very nicely. Master Chad has been a little MIA lately with his on-again-off-again girlfriend. Even working in the same resort, I don’t get to see Him too often anymore! So it was nice to have some alone time with Him to catch up on His always interesting life.

At home, I noticed the usual cars. Master-Sir’s Boss (The Boss) car was in the driveway. The Wife had her car here as well. The Son was even at this meeting! He had a fancy new sports car parked on the curb. So I undressed in the garage, as usual, checked myself in the bathroom mirror to see if I was presentable to His guests. I am allowed to wear a little makeup for work and special events.

Entering the house, i heard the sounds of discussions and papers flying all around before they all stopped to see “The House Slave” enter the kitchen. That was what Master-Sir said when He saw me. It was feeling good to know they were all here and they were expecting me. As they all turned to say hello, i froze when I saw a stranger. A heavier set woman I had never met before.

As I slowly walked into the kitchen, fully aware this woman was staring at my naked body without saying a word. Not even a smile or a frown, just a look. As she stared at me, i was staring back at her. In many ways, she reminded me of myself just when I first met Master. When I worked in retail management. She was professionally dressed the best we women of size can. Our large breasts and our full ass can only be hidden with so much fabric, they are just always “out there”. But she did her best and was looking very pretty in her professional manners and just the right amount of makeup to look like we were meant to be there.. I was so her once upon a time!

Just looking at her, I knew she was trying to fit in with the normal-bodied people as i did but knew our body shape was always an issue for some people. Her manners, the way she stood, looked, and dressed were so “me” when I was in the corporate world. I just never had the librarians look as she did. Her black-framed glasses surrounded by her curled blonde hair screamed Librarian! If not, she has certainly had the bookworm look to her as you would see on TV!

We were about the same height, just under five feet six inches tall. She was a little chubby, had a beautiful face surrounded by well-styled shoulder-length blonde hair that added to her kind of a sexy yet professional look to her as she finally smiled at me.

I realized her body was halfway between The Pretty Brunette’s slim figure and my flabby body. Her breasts were of course the dominant feature. Even in the librarian-style clothing, you could tell she had large breasts being held down in a bra made of carbon steel! I remember those days! Her well-shaped ass fed into some well-toned legs. As if she works out, maybe not as much as she wished. I was just soaking in her professional no-nonsense, focused look to her. Having those flashbacks to when I was her. And she was now standing next to my Owner. Very close to my Master, smiling as she watched me move.

As I knelt to kiss the feet of my Boss and say hello, she spoke “Well, that’s the infamous slave I was told so much about! She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she?” They all had a little chuckle at that. I wasn’t aware of who she was, but apparently, she was informed of me. “For a while there I thought you were all joking about her as if she was a ghost or something.”

As I kissed His feet, I looked up to see her bending over, looking under the kitchen bar at me, still smiling. “My, she does have big saggy tits, oh how I can so relate.” She was totally checking me out and confirming what she knew. Yet, I was still in the dark but was now enjoying the new scent in the air. she wears a familiar perfume.

As I was kissing the feet and saying hello to The Boss, The Boss Wife, and The son, who bent down to smile at me, Master-Sir told me to say hello to the new member of the team. The new lady was Lisa, or “She is Miss Lisa to you, slave” I replied with the proper “yes Sir”. He explained that she is their new representative for the Reno office. Her responsibility was getting business from casinos and other gaming busiensses in Northern Nevada and California. I asked to remove her heels before kissing her feet, she accepted with a smile and an “Oh please do!” After the proper slave kissing of the feet, I was allowed to stand up so I could properly say hello to her.

Master-Sir ordered me to refresh their drinks and to start to clean up their mess. Miss Lisa wanted just a simple glass of water with ice. As I went to get the drinks, I heard her start to talk. Telling the group she had “heard” about slaves like me. Being near the center of “freakdom, San Fransico” she has been to a few clubs and even been invited to a few private parties where they had slaves. she was interested in the Master/slave thing but hated that it was always just in the bedroom kind of a kink. “What fun is that?” she asked! Not only was it just a bedroom kink, but always involved bondage, whips, and chains and never anything beyond the club scene.

As I served them, she continued to look at me while talking to Master-Sir or at least focusing her attention His way. Telling them that “this” was wonderful to see in real life. She even commented that she had read the Marketplace books, but never imaged it was real. The slave ownership part. People actually wanting to serve their man “like that” outside the bedroom. She explained had dated a few men who wanted to be dominated and she tried it, but again, all they wanted was the sexual part of it.

The Boss explained that “She is a very well trained slave, very obedient and she enjoys serving as much as she enjoys being used for sex.” I smiled as I heard Him praise my desire to serve, not just for the sex, but my desire to serve as well as my obedience. I wanted to respond, but I knew they were working as a group and i was just there to used as needed. I was invisisble, and I liked that.

The Boss Wife even got a few words of praise in about my service, my friendliness as well as adding my desire to please. Although, she noted that I am “owned and operated by a man and serves mostly the man’s pleasures” She explained how she felt strange the first few times they had used me for their lovemaking. However, it was nice to have someone there to wait on you with fresh towels, a cold drink, and a wet tongue to clean up any mess that may have happened! they laughed at that comment.

Miss Lisa was intrigued and never really stopped looking at me when I was in the room. When I had finished cleaning and they had no need for me, Master-sir ordered me to stand in the corner with my legs parted and my ass open. This command, my obedience, and the view she had, really sparked her fascination as I heard her walk over behind me. she continued to talk to them, never to me. asking questions about how long will I stand there holding my ass open for them to see? (until told otherwise) what If it’s all night? ( I will stand there until I am told to move or I fall asleep).

Finally, she asked to touch me. Master-Sir gave her full access to me. “Poke, Prod, and feel anything”. Her soft hands went first to my back, a finger traced my spine down to the top of my ass. She was smiling and breathing a little heavily. I knew it. Her one hand cupped my left breasts as she said out loud “Her nipples are rock hard!’ The Son told her “that’s normal!” Then I felt her fingers move down and between my legs as I started to shutter from the gentle touch. She felt my wetness and laughed. “She’s fucking soaking WET!”

That’s when my Owner told her how much I enjoy being displayed, to be open and used like this. My Owner offered to let her play with me if she wanted to. She declined. She wanted to finish what they were working on, but in a deeper voice, she let it be known that she would like to reserve the right to “play with the bitch slave later”. That startled me because nobody had used those words while I have been home. So how did she know my name is Bitch Slave?

At this point, I was really wet, i was seriously dripping down my leg and I knew a puddle was forming on the floor! They were talking about me, not to me or with me. I was just a tool, a toy to be used not to be included in their conversations or their activities. That’s what turns me on and gets me purring! I want to be used like that then I want to be used!! I want to feel them on my body or them in my body. I want to feel their ability to control and to use me for their pleasures.

Adding to all these verbal humiliations and obedience, was the fact that I was being talked about by a younger version of the old me. My mind was starting to wonder if she was enjoying seeing me being used and was she enjoying it because she wanted to be me or because she really did enjoy having the option to play with a submissive female that has a body and probably the same body issues in business as i had. Wanting to see a flabby, big-chested female being used and enjoying the usage.

I wanted to kneel at her feet and talk to her. To know more about her. what is she doing in that position and if we are on parallel tracks in our lives. To hear her talk as they worked, I knew she was a smart, savvy businesswoman. she knew her stuff and she was not taking crap from anyone., But I also knew the people at that table are all professionals who also know their stuff and they respect each other on so many different levels, I knew she was going to be a great fit for them and hopefully means I could, one day, have that chance to talk to her.

i was hearing them talk and Miss Lisa kept stopping them with questions about me. The fact that everyone else in the room was ok with a naked woman serving them drinks and calling everyone Miss/Master/Sir, etc.

At one point, as Master-Sir explained my purpose in His life and what my place is, she exclaimed “this is some real slave shit!”. She referred back to the Marketplace books. She was fascinated that I was a real slave, there for His uses and His pleasures, not for mine. I was more than a sexual toy. Master-Sir repeated himself when He explained I am not really a sex slave, although I am used for sex all the time, but that I am more of a prized object to be owned, used, and enjoyed as He commands. if I fail to please, i will be properly punished. . .

Miss Lisa was the last one to leave. As she left, she asked Master-Sir for permission to talk to me. Master-Sir smiled and welcomed her words. she told me that she enjoyed watching my service and at first, she thought I was there for other reasons, not because I enjoyed being used like that. But soon figured out that I was really enjoying my role as His slave. She enjoyed seeing me in my happy place and looks forward to spending more time to get to know me and maybe enjoy using me herself. She gave me a little kiss on the lips as she walked out the door and thanked my owner for His hospitality.

After she had left and I closed the door, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Master-Sir laughed when I told Him I was still so very wet between my legs from her touching me and teasing me!

The Son Gets Served

July 12, 2020 / / 0 Comments

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.

Temporary Changes

July 3, 2020 / / 0 Comments

Last weekend, Master-Sir’s Boss was about to invite us over to their place for a Saturday pool day. When He heard we were under a voluntary evacuation because of the wildfires behind our house, He invited us to stay with Him and His wife while the fires raged on.

It wasn’t so much of an invite as it was just expected that we would accept their hospitality! So that’s where we have been.

They live in a gated community, in a big executive style house for just them and their 21-year-old son who is going to college. I mean, this house is gorgeous, yet it’s just so huge for just them!

We have the “downstairs bedroom” which includes a small kitchen and bath area. Basically, it’s a small apartment with a HUGE bedroom with a BIG Master bed!

The good thing is that they know we are Master/slave. They are/were swingers. The wife likes that I am there for her husband when she is not in the mood or having “female issues”. The Boss is one of those men who love to use my mouth whenever He is at our house. Now it’s easier because I am in His house! So, now He doesn’t have to travel so far for a quick blowjob!

After settling into our new stay, the three of them sat around the pool, I served them drinks then listened as they discussed how to share the house slave and what they can do to keep her busy. The house slave of course is me!

I had no say in the matter and was not consulted or asked for my input. But I will live by their rules and will accept their agreed-upon punishment.

Since they do entertain often for business, they have a son living there who is going to college and all three will be working mostly from the home, they also came up with a workable dress code for me.

Outside of the bedroom area, I am to be dressed simply in a sundress and sandals. No bra or panties. In the bedroom area, I am to be naked. The Boss made sure that I can be topless anytime with a quick pull of my shoulder ties. He loves to see my big saggy boobs and pull on my hard nipples for fun.

The funny thing is that it was the Wife who likes to make sure I am topless as often as possible. She, of course, never out of formal dressage. Always properly dressed, always the finest clothing, jewelry, and her hair is always properly done.

The wife is one of those “well cared for” beautiful women. In Las Vegas, we like to call them Arm Charms. Although she is a very smart woman who is also in upper management. She earned her job by good education and hard work. Not just be being beautiful. Although I am sure her beauty opened a few more doors for her!

I always think of her as maybe once a high school prom queen or even homecoming queen. Was probably popular in college. Now, with the help of medical and crème, she still had a beautiful face and a proper figure. Master Sir really likes her figure, especially her boobs. When I washed her bras, I saw she was 32D!

With the fires, the virus scares and everything else going on, I need to be kept busy and focusing on my serving. I need to be kept busy. Even the most dreaded, menial work will make me somewhat happy to do to get my mind off everything and get me to hyper focus on my obedience.

This happens to work out nicely because now, their usual once a week maid has cut back on what she will and will not clean. They all have cut back to reduce possible exposure. So, The Wife assigned me to clean the house from top to bottom.

I figure that will be about two weeks worth of work as I need to fit in my usual “real job” int here as well! On top of the cleaning, I must not forget my priorities and that is to make sure my three Dom’s are well cared for while they work and play.

The fires are almost out and maybe after the Holiday, we can return home. That will be determined later. But for now, I am enjoying being used by three very dominant and caring people who are working and living together and not forgetting they have a slave at their disposal to use and abuse as they see fit. I have learned quickly that they have no problem using me for the needs while simply ignoring the needs or desires of the slave. That is what makes them the Master and me the slave!

So, if you are curious as to why I have not been on here very much lately, it is because I am in my happy place. May you also be in your happy place this wonderful holiday weekend!

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