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My School Girl Crush

March 4, 2025 / slave / 0 Comments

What is this?? Right now, I’m feeling like a schoolgirl in Junior High and having my first crush on a boy. But I’m not. I’m too old for that, and I already feel wonderful about where my life is now. So, where did all this come from?

Master Kevin had made plans for us to see a Gold Knights hockey game with my late Owner’s Boss (The Boss) and his son (The Son), who sometimes cleans our pool in exchange for a blowjob.

He also invited Greg, one of his long-lost college buddies who now lives in Utah and is in law enforcement. Master Kevin had asked Greg to spend the weekend with us and get caught up.

I was at home while Master Kevin ran errands and did whatever he was doing. I was behaving by baking chocolate chip cookies—The real thing, not from the package; I never like to cheat with chocolate chip cookies. (smiles)

I was only wearing my collar and a Gold Knights sleep shirt that covered my fat and about half my ass, as well as a butt plug. And was rocking out to some classic rock music when the doorbell rang.

Looking out, I saw him. Dang! He was a few hours earlier than expected. He was Greg, on a motorcycle. It was not a big, bad motorcycle but a nicely built, large, imposing piece of two-wheeled chrome machinery. Okay, So when did a man on a motorcycle get me wet?

I opened the door, and he smiled and laughed a little. “You must be Kevin’s little sister. I’m Greg,” he said as he held his hand to me. All I remember was smiling and inviting him in.

He was a nice-looking man. He was tall, not too fit, but certainly not out of shape. His mustache was like his hair, short, slightly graying. He had dark blue eyes. As He put his bag down and removed his motorcycle jacket, I took it from him and hung it up, realizing that he now had a perfect view of my ass and butt plug. Inviting him into the kitchen so I could finish my baking.

I put his bag in the guest bedroom, where I needed to stop to catch my breath. My heart was beating heavily, and I was wetter than I was earlier. I was freaking out. I wasn’t sure why. He was a nice man; He had that walk of confidence and had yet to make any judgment call on me or what he saw.

Master Kevin and I agreed with old schoolmates he met; they would not be told I was also his slave and cumdump until and if needed. Not that being almost naked, wearing a t-shirt, leather collar, and a butt plug would give me away!

We talked, I baked, and I offered him a beer. When I turned away from him, I heard a little gasp and his little chuckle. “Um, is that a ..”

I blushed when I realized what he was asking, so I decided to play with him a little to see where it went. I‘m never the aggressor, but I guess I could lead a man down that path if it happened.

He was now standing behind me. “Butt plug? Yes? Do you like it? I like the green gemstone on the end. “ And maybe I did push a little more by raising my shirt and turning to smile at him, making sure he got a good look.

“Never seen one, uhm, being worn in real life, just in those movies. I didn’t ever expect to see a woman wear one!”

For whatever reason, I started talking more about it, telling him I also have a larger one that I wear “because you never know when someone wants to use me there.”

I saw the look on his face. It was cute for a sixty-year-old man to be speechless. I could feel the wetness down my leg. Feeling brave enough to ask him if he ever had anal sex. Yes, I asked this strange man I had just met if he ever fucked a girl in the ass.

He said, “Oh, Hell No.” His ex-wife thought it was dirty and nasty; besides, she was the one-a-week, in the dark after 9 pm type of lover. Poor man! He opened up a little more, telling me the few “ladies” he had dated since were the same way. Nothing too erotic or kinky.

He asked to raise my shirt for a closer look. I offered to let him play with it. He touched it like it would bite him or something. I pushed my butt back as he grabbed it. Telling him that he has to put it back in if he pulls it out. He smiled and agreed, as if i was only teasing.

I looked back at Him and asked if he wanted to. “What?” I’m not sure if he was playing stupid or if it was real. I was trying hard not to tell him that “Master” Kevin was away for a while and that we had time. I’m trying not to give away too much about being a slave.

When I pushed my butt back, I did feel a raise in his pants, giving me hope. I leaned against the counter to stop shaking and get a grip. Now I know how men feel when their cock overrides their brain as I asked him to fuck me “there!”

He quickly dropped his pants, and I could feel his cock on my ass. I pulled my shirt off all the way as He grabbed my boobs. “Do I need lube?” I told him the lube was in the other hole. He laughed as he found that wet hole fast!

When I felt His cock slide in, I almost had an orgasm right there.

I mean, he pushed it in and I felt the head. He has a big, bulbous head and he is thick. He gasped a little, and I apologized, telling him I have always had a sloppy pussy.

“No, not that, you’r so dam wet!’ was his response. I knew I blushed as I felt him move from there to my now not-so-tight back hole.

I felt him pull out the butt plug and laugh a little as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it. So I took it from him and placed it on the encounter. “You will put it back.” He assured me that would not be a problem.

He lean against my back and pushed himself slowly into my ass. He was not in a hurry or anything, just a steady push; he was enjoying taking his time and loving the feeling from the sounds of his breathing.

Once I felt him all the way in, I breathed heavily, and I knew I was smiling. He filled my backside very well, and I felt the head hit the end nicely. He leaned on me a I heard him tell me “That Feels Amazing!”

He started to slowly pull back out as I grabbed the counter and felt an orgasm quickly building up. He pushed his cock back in a little harder this time, and I exploded. I mean, I get orgasms from anal sex, but this was like earth-shattering as I collapsed onto the counter.

My actions startled him, but I grabbed him, telling him to please not pull out. I loved the feeling, and not to worry; I was okay. I just had an orgasm. “Really?” He sounded like he never made a woman cum.

As he continued to slowly fuck my ass, I felt another one coming. I never had that happen before, in the ass. Anal makes me cum faster, but never twice!

Adding to all this, He reached around and massaged my nipples. Not pulling on them or twisting them but gently massaging them. Giving me even more goosebumps!

He told me that he loved the fact that he gave me an orgasm almost as much as he loved that He was having anal sex for the first time.

A few more strokes, one more orgasm, and I felt him shoot his load in my ass. He was howling like a wolf or something as He kept shooting his cum into my ass.

When He started to pull out, I fell to the floor, grabbing his cock and sucking it clean. I wanted to taste him and taste us. I was almost crying; I was so happy being fucked like that by him.

It took him a second or two to realize what I was doing. He said he enjoyed the royal treatment.

I didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night.

When everyone got here, and we were getting ready, The Son helped me get dressed for the night and was rewarded with his usual blowjob. But as I was sucking his cock, I was thinking about Greg’s cock. Wanting to suck His cock.

The rest of the evening, I was being my slave self. Makign sure everyone had fresh drinks and snacks while we were at the game and afterward. Greg kept smiling at me, watching me, and touching me.

At the end of the night, I thanked Greg “for everything,” telling him that he had a nice cock. Smiling was like a schoolgirl in heat, letting him know he could do that to me anytime he wanted to. He smiled, thanked me, and told me the weekend just started.

In bed, I spent the night thinking about him (still do), his cock, and him using me.

This is new for me. I don’t remember ever having these feelings before, and I am enjoying them for as long as they last.

He did finally fuck my other two holes (giving me multiple orgasms each time) and promises to be back next weekend.

Master Kevin and I agree that if Greg plans to be here more often, we must explain who I am and that he has full use of me as he wants.

I am a loved slave.

A Prelude to Super Bowl 2024

February 15, 2024 / slave / 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 / slave / 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!

My Master-Sir Returns

April 12, 2021 / slave / 0 Comments

On the second day of my Young Master being in charge of me, I was surprised to come out of my job and find my real Master-Sir waiting to take me home. He said he wanted to surprise me. He wrapped up His job early and drive straight home to get me. He told me that my Young Master knows and is waiting for us at home.

As we pulled into the garage, I was removing the rest of my clothing when Master Sir told me that He wants me to continue my focus on my Young Master, He will observe and comment if needed. That means I sit on the floor at the side of Young Master and I serve Him first. Something to throw me off a little bit. But I think I was up for the challenge.

It was a beautiful evening, so they sat out by the pool to drink and to talk. To add to the events, our friend, pool cleaner, and The Son to my Owner’s boss stopped by to talk about the pool and other things. So I had three manly men to serve and my pussy was wet just thinking about all that could be happening.

The conversation was interesting as they all talked about my Young Master and His thoughts on being in charge of a slave. The freedom to use her as you want without any feeling of guilt or asking permission.

Sitting at the feet of my Young Master while my Owner sat opposite of Him felt strange. He was not into the whole hand feeding the slave your scraps. Thankfully The Son was. he really enjoyed the scene of watching me act like dog, beg and then take scraps from His hands.

And that was what they talked about most. How my Young Master enjoyed this little experiment. This dip into the dark side. But He currently has no plans to incorporate it into His life. He did say that He really enjoy learning how I liked to have Him eat my pussy (not in those graphic words) and He will certainly enjoy performing better for His girlfriend or any other woman He meets and pleasuring her sexually.

All this talk made The Son very horny, and twice He needed to take me into a private room and have me suck His cock. I enjoyed the feeling of being needed and being made to just take a cock for His cum. Nothing more. He fucked my mouth, filling it with His reward, then zipped His pants and walked away.

My Young Master even had His time alone to have me suck His cock. Being the kind gentleman that He is, he asked if anything He said upset me.? It did not. I liked to know that He will still treat His lady friends as they should be treated. As ladies and as friends. I was a little worried that He may be too aggressive and carry that outside the house. I now know He will only take the good parts of this 48 hours with him and leave the kinky parts here for future visits!

After they all left, Master-Sir logged onto His laptop to talk with The Pretty Brunette to talk about His trip home and about what the talk was around the dinner table. This, of course, got Him hard and I was told “Face Time”. His new command telling me He needs to fuck my tight ass pretending it to be her beautiful pussy instead. I am to get on all fours in front of Him, ass up, head down, and out of camera view. I am not to make a sound until told otherwise. There is a pillow I am allowed to bury my face into if I need to moan or scream in ecstasy!

It was during their cool down after cybersex, that she said that she would like to be here to meet my brother. and Master-Sir agreed to it. This would not be the first time they met, but for her, this was going to be a perfect time to humiliate the house slave. Something she enjoys and said that she has missed doing it. My Owner told her He has some ideas as well for the get-together. They were planning a night out and maybe a few other activities. The Pretty Brunette made an excellent point when she said “I think the Bitch slave will feel pretty humiliated at that idea. Don’t you?” and my Owner smiled and happily agreed with her.

So now I am worried yet excited for the next few weeks. Having my Owner back home, a Young Friend excited at what He learned from being in charge of me and my Owner’s girlfriend planning some public humiliations of me. The “House slave”.

Helping the Study Group

October 9, 2020 / slave / 2 Comments

This is one of those moments I just love being me. The well loved, “fluffy” slave who may have changed the life of a special lady. Ok, maybe not the life. But I did point her in a new direction of thinking. Maybe, just maybe that change will help her in the coming months and who knows, that may have changed her life!.

Our pool boy who I call “the Son” because his dad is my Owner’s boss. He is our pool cleaner. He likes to come over, services the pool then He uses me often. He’s young, in college, and has the stamina of a Bull! MMmm…

With the college being online, he said He was part of a small study group for his Business Law class. There are 4 men and one female. They meet almost every other day online for a few hours to go over assignments and reviews. He asked my Owner if He could have them over here for a meet-up. Our home is closer to the other people then His place. So Master-Sir agreed.

Being the slave, I am there for their pleasures and so they needed to negotiate my services. Usually, I am nude at home and am there for sexual uses. This being college kids, He wanted me dressed. Or at least covered up! I was still expected to serve them drinks and clean up, but not really sure if i was needed for anything else. Making it clear that there will be no sexual use of the slave!

Beefcake Galore

Now imagine, Four college-aged, athletic, and well-toned men just lounging around the patio to study! I certainly did!! They came wearing shorts and tank tops, but in the desert sun, the tank tops were gone really quick! So yes, i was really enjoying the view.

I was allowed to wear a poolside Kimono, but not tied tightly. So there were plenty of hints that i was naked under it. But nothing really showed. I addressed them as Sir and mam. Kathy, the single female in the group quickly had me call her “Kathy” and we chatted often when they were in a break or trying to think of a solution to a problem.

When not needed i stayed out of sight, usually in the kitchen or dining room that had a view of the covered patio where they were all doing their thing. So they were never really out of my sight.

Kathy fit in with the group and i could see they respected her for her intelligence, not just her youthful beauty. She was probably 5’10. thin, leggy. She was really all legs! and a beautiful smile that was framed by her long curly black hair that went past her shoulders. She had that bookworm look with glasses and a small set of boobs she didn’t need to hide. Her t-shirt showed she had firm, pointy tits. I always loved her smile.

Master-Sir would join them occasionally to see what they were studying or talking about. He always loves to talk business!

They all came inside for pizza lunch. Sitting around the dinner table, the talk was all over the place. School, dating, internships, grades,… They were are all pretty good friends online and this really helped them connect better. Something they were just starting to do when the University closed and everything went online.

Although Kathy was a very beautiful lady, the men never went “there”. They kept everything, even the fun stuff, fun. never sleazy or sexual. They seemed to enjoy her being there and for what she added to the group. I saw a couple of the men stare a little longer and smile at her. But nothing was ever said that wasn’t appropriate. After lunch, they decided to call it a day. To celebrate, it was decided to spend some time in the recently cleaned pool!

That caused Kathy to have a little issue she wasn’t ready for. the men had brought bathing suits. Two of them were on the swim team. Kathy did not remember getting any memo about bathing suits and she panicked. She had what she wore and she knew it would all be sheer when wet. So she opted out of the pool and said she needed to get back home.

I had to stop her, she was a beautiful lady who I came to enjoy having there. I knew the men had a great time with her and treated her like one of the team. I had seen the Son in several other situations where He always treated the females of the group appropriately and I knew He would never do anything to offend her. The other men I just assumed by association that they would also respect her as an equal.

Being young and pretty, i knew this had to put her in a bad spot. She wants to be appreciated for her brains as well as her beauty. at the same time, what woman doesn’t like to be noticed by the men? But there is also a time when you don’t want that. This was one of those moments. She wants the guys to like her for what she brings to the group, not because they saw her tits! Yet, she knows some men don’t like small tits. Do they?

I assured her, knowing the Son, she would be in safe hands. He would not be too hard on her. He would respect her. wet t-shirt or topless. I asked her to join them for the fun. She held my hands, looked into my eyes to see i was serious. Master-Sir stepped out of His office hearing us talk. He made her a promise she would be safe from harassment and she would be respected. The men showed no reason to think otherwise and he would not allow them to think otherwise! He agreed, she would be ok topless or wet -t-shirt. In any case, her being part of the group would mean a lot to them, not just her.

She thanked us, turned around, and headed outside to the pool. I followed to the patio door to see what she did. she shed her t-shirt and glasses at the kitchen table and went straight for the pool, diving in headfirst. The guys all cheered when she came up for air and they saw she was topless!

I know they enjoyed the view, but as we had suspected, they were the gentlemen we knew they would be. They never once made any sexual remarks, made any advancements on her. They remained as just a small group of friends getting together to study and relax.

After a few hours playing in the pool and sunbathing on the deck, they all finished up, dried off, dressed, and went home. Scheduling their next online meetup and maybe another pool time meet-up as well. She sent me an email afterward thanking me for the “pep-talk” Noting that maybe not all men are pigs!

No, Kathy, they are not. Some men even become really fine Masters. But I didn’t say that to her!

Boring Quarinteen Continues

August 17, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Yes, I am still here. Not much new to talk about or to even think about. With the “pandemic” and our state have almost everything closed or masked, we have been home working. I do still work at the resort now three days a week. Then spend the rest of the time at home serving my Owner’s needs as He is working 90% full time from home.

Since Miss Tina has left, it’s been really quiet around here. Our friends are staying closer to their homes and talking to Master-Sir more via Skype or other video services. So I’m not being used or being needed for anything outside the house like before.

It’s really kind of nice to be home with Him, alone and having Him use me for His job. Doing the mindless research He hates to solve a problem or research an issue. He has me for that now. I am answering the simple emails and really solving the simple issues while still being naked! I love being able to have Him call me into his office and to just fuck any of my holes when He needs to take a break or to help relax after a serious video conference call with His boss and staff.

Master-Sir has actually started to share me more with Master Chase. I now go to work in the morning with Master Chase, after I served him breakfast and He fucked me or used me. Then Master-Sir is there to pick me up after work. It gets Him out of the home office and He gets to play with me on the drive home. Keeping me topless or naked when He stops for gas or snacks. i am able to be seen by others as I wait for His return.

Speaking of the Boss! Our pool boy. The Son, is coming around later in the day and twice this past week to “clean the pool” as the sun sets. He likes that time as it’s after His day of remote school work and He needs to work out His frustrations. So He cleans the pool then fucks one of my holes hard and rough. Usually, He will start in my pussy, driving me to near orgasm, then He likes to pull out and ends in my mouth.

Being in college, this is when He should be out partying, meeting the ladies, and getting laid more often. Not sitting home behind a computer monitor trying to get educated. So Master-Sir thinks it’s his way of dealing with depression. That explains why He is also getting to be a little more aggressive when fucking me. Pulling my hair and wanting to hear me moan scream from the pain. He is letting some of that pent up anxiousness out by being hard on me and I’m really loving it!

My Owner says that when He is leaving after cleaning the pool and using me, He is in a better mood. More friendly and talkative compared to when He arrives. Master-Sir said it reminds Him of when He used to go to the gym after a hard day at work. The exercise can be painful as well as liberating. It clears the mind and invigorates the body. He walks away smiling, talking, and being very friendly. So different than when He came into the house.

So I guess maybe I am His new workout machine?? I’m the gym machine that pushes Him to release all that aggression and frustration? I’m ok with that! To feel His cock as he forces his way into my ass or my mouth. I can enjoy the feeling of His power if it means I’m getting a mouth full of His reward to swallow at the end!!

If nobody has any objections, i may start to answer some of the questions you have asked me in the past and I answered privately. Add a little more context to them. A couple of you wanted to know more about my slave friend who recently passed away. What I learned from her and her life as a truly no limit slave. I think that may be helpful for me as well to reflect on what I learned from her as I was just starting my life with my Owner.

Please, stay healthy and keep talking!! i love to know who is reading what i write!

A New Pool Boy

July 28, 2020 / slave / 0 Comments

Master-Sir ran His own very successful pool cleaning company when I first met Him in Phoneix. when we moved to Las Vegas, He sold the business to a friend fo his. In Las Vegas, he maintained our pool with my help until His best friend sold the service in Phoneix and moved here. The friend enjoyed the business, but just needed a change of scenery. So he closed that pool business and moved here.

Master-sir set Him up with a few executive pool clients to keep Him busy until he found a “real job”. The friend kept busy cleaning pools for the first few months in Las Vegas and He has always maintained ours.

That all changed this week with the blessing of everyone involved. (Get ready for name dropping here) The son to my Owner’s Boss (The Son to The Boss), apparently enjoyed my servicing Him a little more than imagined and wanted a way to get some replays. (Read: Son Gets Served).

So He was over here the other day getting documents from my Owner His dad needed for work. He saw me out by the pool, naked and getting some leaves and debris out of it. He offered to do it for me. He was fast! moving around, grabbing the skimmer just to see more of my naked body. From the house, Master-Sir saw this little exchange and gave me the silent thumbs up to let Him do it. Apparently the son loved to watch me do it naked, but needed to hide His growing erection!

Of course, as we talked, He kept hinting at maybe getting another blowjob. i kept smiling at His advancements, but I wasn’t sure if Master-Sir would allow that like He did when we were living in His house. but I kept listening to His talking, begging and wanting more information. I finally asked if I could get Him a drink and that’s when I went in to talk to Master-Sir.

My owner was enjoying watching us from the house windows and knew what the boy wanted. He told me “junior” could use two holes, my mouth and my pussy. And only those two holes. Master Sir stressed, “only if HE wants to use them”. Reminding me that HE is in charge of the sex, not me. Yes, I was punished for that last little incident.

He Figured It Out

When I returned to the pool with His drink, I knelt when I served it to Him. He gave me a smirky smile, stopped what he was doing and He looked me in the eyes. He finally asked the million-dollar question. He asked if I was submissive? Wait! what? Who? Me? Why would He ask me that question? <smiles>

In a very shy boyish manner, He said that he figured the way I was always acting, the being nude and doing the pool cleaning. Remembering what I was doing for His father each morning, and what I was doing for His mother, He said he had heard about “people like that” and when he did figure out what we were doing, it started to click with Him.

It wasn’t easy to hide it when we were living there as I was always cleaning. Always letting His mother kind of give me commands on what she wanted me to do and of course, again, his father’s morning blowjobs. it all started to add up to Him and His young, fertile imagination. Now, to Him, we were two really kinky people that were even beyond what he thought of His parent’s kink, their love of swinging.

I had to admit that, Yes, I am submissive to my Husband., In fact, I am called His slave and He is called my Master. but I warned Him that nobody else needs to know that! NOBODY! He smiled and He agreed. As he hugged me for being open, I could see the bulge in His shorts was also agreeing.

Just as I was about to spill all the beans to my young friend about who I really was, my owner came out from the house to tell me that “Our pool boy just called to say He can’t make it this week or next.” How convenient, I thought as I smiled at my young friend. Who was also smiling. I made the comment to the son that now may be the time to suggest to my “Master” that if one favor can scratch the back of another favor. “You want my blowjobs, He wants the pool clean. Isn’t that a nice trade?”

He was confused, scared, and pretty sure he was out of His league here. So I shouted to my Master that “The Son wants to make you a trade. My blowjobs for Him cleaning the pool.” My owner smiled and from across the pool shouted “Deal, Make it Happen” and walked back into the house.

Without another word, I took my young friend’s hand and walked him to the shaded patio area, sat Him on the lounge chair, and started to unwrap my present. His bulging cock. Telling Him He has two choices, my pussy or my mouth. My pussy would need him to be protected (showing him the condoms) but my mouth is free reign. His choice? “MOUTH!” His answer came without a pause. He wanted a blowjob. Ok, but remember that He can get His choice each time He comes here to clean the pool. The catch? He will need to set up times when Master allows it. When He has no other need for me, His fluffy slave. As payment for cleaning the pool, I was to offer Him my mouth or my pussy for His one-time personal use. He agreed, Mouth, today he wanted mouth.

My Time to Enjoy

That moment when I get to pull the pants off and see His manhood, I always love that moment. I neatly fold His shorts and His underwear as I stare at what I am about to enjoy the tasting. He lays back on the chair and let me do what I do best. Spoil Him and enjoy His cock. To see it standing at attention and to know its that way because of me. maybe not because of my good looks, but because it knows, unlike the others who knelt where I was kneeling, I know how to properly worship its long vein filled shaft, the wonderful full sacks beneath and to enjoy it filling my mouth with its warm thick cum as my ultimate reward.

Ok, Maybe I am a little big on myself here, since he told me about some of His lame conquests in college. This old, saggy slave girl can still put those young things to shame!

For me, to be the honored slut slave and to swallow each and every drop of His cum was keeping me smiling. Making sure that I am indeed enjoying the gift he is filling me with by my sounds of joy and fulfillment as well as my body movements. I have been trained to not waste its precious fluid or if I do, to suffer a punishment this young man would never understand. or would he?

Yes, He even tried to guide my head down His shaft, but a little nudge by me and his hands were soon on His chest and I could feel His eyes burning down on my head. His smile was deafening! Unfortunately, He was too excited and way too easy to please. He was all too soon filling the back of my mouth with His cum. I was enjoying it anyway as I swallowed and licked each load and I looked him in the eyes to tell Him I was happy to be used like this.

Per my training, I kept Him in my mouth until he was soft and clean. Then I put His shorts back on and asked if he needed a drink? He was still breathing heavily and asked for His water. I got Him a fresh bottle.

When He was ready, we moved to the shed and I explained where all the tools and supplies were. as well, offered Him some tips on how to do it easier and with less effort then He thinks He needs to do it.

with Him working on the pool, i was being a little tease watching Him, as I played with my breasts or a hand over my pussy while offering Him my well-earned cleaning tips. As well as questioning if he thinks the blowjob should be before he cleans the pool or after? Which one would be most beneficial for Him? Maybe he needs to try it the other way next time He is here. He agreed.

He tried to be “The Man” at the end and as he was getting ready to leave, telling he may need to just fuck me next time and be done with it before cleaning. I smiled, kissed His cheek and sent Him on His way.

The After Thoughts

Master-sir was in the house with the Pretty Brunette and they were both smiling. Even laughing at the whole scene they watched. from blowjob to the tease to the command to be “fucked” just to be done with it! They liked what they saw and commented on my porn like performance.

It was a fun little escapade., Not sure where I got the need to tease the poor boy. That was not really normal for me, but I can say it was feeling just so fun and too good to stop. I wanted to see what this “stud Muffin” was really made of. He has a nice cock with a lot of potential. however, I need to get Him to slow down, not be in rush. enjoy the time being pleasured. Then go clean my Owner’s pool!

The Son Gets Served

July 12, 2020 / slave / 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.

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