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The Daddy-Dom is about security, not age. Though the names are changed, this is a hopeful, heartfelt outpouring of what I hope will happen when Daddy finally gets here. It’s a rarity that I write about something that is less than out-there-fantasy and I love this story. I hope you do too.


The pain from bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.

It was the third time in eight hours he’d been inside her.

The first time…

Jessica opened the door to see him standing there, filling the entire doorway. Seven years had passed since their last encounter. Matching grins creased their faces a split second before she’d launched herself at him. She kissed him until she could feel his entire ten and a half inch cock pressed against her belly, hard as a rock. They’d barely gotten the door closed and locked before she was tearing at his clothes.

Steve decided to remind her who was in charge. He tossed her up against the wall and slid one hand down her body, his other holding her lightly by her throat. Her fingers stilled then dropped to her hips to help him push the capris and panties down. His hand dipped between her legs and slid through the slickness of her to find her heated core. He groaned into her mouth as he found her soaked and ready.

Her clothes slid to her ankles and she stepped out of them as he dragged her to the couch and pushed her face first over the back of it. Steve pulled himself free of his jeans, kicked her ankles apart and eased his way into her. Jessica writhed as her body, tight and closed after years of nothing but slim dildos, spread open with difficulty to accept a cock that was almost as fat as a pop can.

Finally he was buried inside of her. Both of them shuddered as he stopped and stood there a moment. She knew then, with absolute certainty that he was her One, that there’d never truly been anyone else. He knew it too; this was where he belonged, with this girl wrapping him up in her love.

He grinned and slapped her ass, enjoying the ripples as her flesh moved under the impact and a red imprint of his hand formed. “Hello, my lover, I’m Home.”

Jessica could hear the capital H in his voice and she grinned as she folded her arms to support her head on the seat of the fluffy, slightly overstuffed couch. “Hi Daddy.” She tightened her muscles around his cock and was rewarded with a moan.

“Naughty girl.” He slapped her again and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then he slid back in, grinding his teeth to keep from driving into her with this second stroke. He was almost buried in her again when she whimpered and wriggled, teasing every inch of him with that slick heat gripping him so tightly. He was buried once more and inching back out, his fingers digging into her hips so hard his nail beds were white, when she made the I’m-going-to-cum noise and her pussy flooded with hot juices.

“Oh no, not yet. You don’t cum until I say so.” He pulled out then slammed in hard.

Jessica whimpered at his words. “Yes Daddy.” He bottomed out when he slide home and she yelped. The sharp pain dissolved the moment he moved again. He started fucking her with short strokes, using half his cock, in order to rub the crown against her g-spot over and over. She writhed, the fingers of one hand going to her clit.

Steve drove home then stopped moving and bent over her. He wrapped one hand around her throat and pulled her head up. As he savaged her mouth with a searing kiss he braced himself with the other hand and moved his hips again. Small but strong strokes pounded her. He swallowed her cries of pleasure for a moment then decided he wanted to hear them.

He stood, gripped her hip with one hand and the opposite shoulder with the other and fucked her hard. When he could feel his balls start to tighten up he ground his teeth to hold on to his control and spoke through them. “Cum Jessica, cum all over my cock. Now!”

At his words, Jessica released the iron grip she’d had on her orgasm and growled. Her pussy gripped him tight as she pinched her clit and revelled in all that was her Daddy. The first orgasm crashed through her, ripping down walls and blowing up her defences. She sobbed as the second one washed through in a healing wave.

The third took Steve by surprise. Her body bucked back against him and he lost control and roared as his orgasm was torn from him. It pulsed through his cock, splashing her insides with wave after wave of cum. Their fluids slthered down her legs as they both dropped forward over the back of the couch. When Steve realized he was crushing his girl he stood up and slid out of her. Their pleasure gushed from her, splashing her inner thighs and dripping on the floor.

Jessica giggled. “Hi Daddy.”

“Hello Jess-i-ca.” Steve drawled out her name in the way that made her grin. “Don’t suppose you have lunch ready?” He helped her stand, catching her when her legs wobbled.

“Almost, just have to cook the chicken.” She made a little face as the cum began to dry. “May I clean up first, please?”

Steve considered the matter; he liked his pleasure dripping from her. He also wanted her naked but hot oil splatter on breasts didn’t work anymore than trails of cum on the floor. “You may, little honey, but you had better only put a t-shirt on.”

“Yes Daddy.” She hurried off as fast as the wobbly legs could take her and disappeared into the bathroom.

Steve sat on the couch, his cock limp against his jeans. He wriggled out of them and decided to wash up as soon as she was done. He looked around her apartment, nodding at the pale yellow walls, smiling at the pictures of her family all over the place. He got up to look at the oil paintings then studied the huge library of movies. When he heard the bathroom door open he turned just in time to see a flash of pale flesh.

Jessica put on a soft cotton sleep shirt, one that just barely covered her ass, then hurried into the kitchen. She pulled the marinating chicken out and heated the oil in the pan. While she was cooking she lost herself in the feelings of her pussy twitching as it tried to come to terms with the size of her Daddy’s cock. Even this long after, she was still feeling the stretch.

Steve came back out to find her standing over the stove, feet apart, slightly wider than her shoulders, metal tongs in one hand as she turned the chicken breasts. He admired the long length of her legs. His girl was tall, at almost 5’9″ but she was still small to him. He loved the bit of weight life, children and age had put on her. He liked the small lines around her eyes, the laugh lines at her mouth. He adored the strands of silver in her hair. She was his and to him she was perfect in all her complications and curves.

Jessica studied the big man while they ate. He’d started shaving his head a few years before their reunion and she liked it. She’d never known him with a lot of hair anyway. He was sitting there shirtless and she wanted nothing more than to rub her face on his furry chest. Her big bear of a Daddy towered over her at 6’7″ and she loved it. She felt small and safe. He was sixteen years older than her and that’s one reason he was Daddy. The other was that he’d always taken care of her. It was as simple as that. She didn’t need to regress to be his little girl, it was just fact and as natural as breathing. To her, he was perfect.

“Do you want to take a nap when we’re done, Daddy?”

“Yes, I think so. That last drive was a long one.” He took a drink of the ice water and studied his empty plate. “This was very good, honey. Thank you for cooking for me.” He’d watched her set the table, placing each piece just so on the place mats she’d purchased in Niagara Falls. He’d been astounded when she had put his drink and plate on a tray, stripped her shirt and picked up the tray.

His little girl had knelt beside him and set the tray on the floor to her right. She’d spread her thighs and straightened her back then picked up his drink. She’d pressed the glass lightly to her core, shivering at the chill, then slid it up her body to her heart where she’d paused, closed her eyes and said something under her breath. He had watched as she lifted the glass to her mouth and kissed the rim before lifting it to him, one hand under the base as the other held it steady.

“Your drink Daddy,” she’d said, “may it refresh you and slake the thirst acquired on your journey.” She’d held it there until he took it. Then she had picked up his plate and lifted it over her head too. “Your lunch. Your girl hopes it eases your hunger and that it pleases your tongue as much as it pleased me to cook it for you.”

Again she’d held the object until he took it from her. Then she had stayed there on her knees until he told her to get up. Only then did she put her shirt back on and sit down to eat her lunch.

Afterwards, she cleared the table and started the dishes. He watched her for a long moment, thinking, then his eyes strayed down her legs and back up again, lingering at the frayed hem of the tee as it brushed against her with every movement.

Unbelievably, he felt his cock harden again.

The second time…

Jessica squeaked as she was snatched from behind. Arms locked around her waist and a hard cock pressed into her back. His huge hands cupped her heavy breasts as she watched. She was amazed how her double-Ds turned into itty bitty titties in his hands. Then he pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger and she forgot to think anymore. Her head dropped back against his chest and she twisted it slightly, offering her mouth for his kisses as she blindly reached out to turn the water off.

She was gratified when he took her mouth hard. His tongue plundered her mouth and she sucked on it. He groaned and the sound filled her with a smug, heady arousal; she knew that only she made him this hot, that it’d always been her, just as he’d always been the only one for her. The Goddess knew she’d tried to forget him, he was out of her reach, but something would always bring him to mind within days of her managing to put him in a closet in her mind. It would always take weeks to get him back into that closet again, sometimes months.

Jessica turned in his arms and slid her hands over his chest. One hand curled around the back of his neck while the other slipped down his belly until she could wrap her fingers around his cock. He was hard, ready for her, and by the rasp of his breathing, he wanted to be in her just as much as she wanted him in her.

Both hands went behind her and she hopped up onto the counter, breaking the kiss. She stared at him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, revelling in the look of love and lust on his face, and wrapped her legs around his waist. She locked her ankles and pulled him close. He wrapped one big hand around his erection and guided it into her. Then he drove in deep so hard she slammed into the cupboards with first her shoulders then her head.

Steve reached up and cradled her head in one hand as he bent to nibble her ear. She tightened her legs around his waist and rocked her hips towards him. Jessica gloried in the groan of need she got from him then gasped in the next breath as he pulled out and slammed into her again.

Once again she turned her mouth up, offering it to him. As she kissed him and he kissed her she had a fleeting thought about the strange duet they had going on. They were fucking each other hard with their bodies but they made love with their mouths. All the years they’d loved each other were poured into that kiss. They stole each other’s breath and gave it back over and over. They melted into each other, one heart, one mind, one soul.

As his hips moved like pistons, fucking her as hard as he could, the cupboard doors banged and punctuated each stroke. Jessica was sure that she was going to end up with bruises across her shoulder blades but she simply didn’t give a damn. She fucked him back as hard as she was able. Her nails dragged up his back as her first orgasm hit, marking him as hers. She screamed into his mouth and he laughed in delight, tearing his mouth from her so he could watch her face.

Jessica forced her eyes open so she could watch him as his pleasure peaked. He dropped his hands to her hips and thrust harder as his balls tightened again and the orgasm was torn from some place deep inside him. Her head hit the cupboard again as he slammed into her one last time. She didn’t care. She watched him cum, each pulse of his orgasm triggering another one of hers and wringing cries from her throat.

He rested his forehead on the cupboard door, so close she could feel his breath on her neck. She stroked his sweaty body with her fingertips.

“This moment, right now, right here, this is what all the mistakes I’ve made, everything we’ve been through as led to. This is where I belong.”

Steve lifted his head and searched her face for the truth of her words. When he found it he smiled and stepped back, pulling from her reluctantly and dragging a gasp from both of them.

“Well, little girl, I’m home now. The past is done and gone.” He held his hand out to her and led her to the bedroom. Which in turn led to…

The third time…

The bite on her throat zipped down her spinal cord like an electric jolt and vibrated over her clit. Arousal clenched all the wee muscles in her core as fluid gushed. She lowered herself even further on his huge cock, stretching her ass wider. The sting of the bite drowned the fiery burn of little used muscles being pushed past their limits. Her head dropped back as she fought to maintain control of her body and let herself adjust to his girth.

Steve left a mark on her throat to match the ones on her breasts. He groaned. “Baby, I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too tight.”

Jessica was barely able to speak. They’d gotten to this point after hours of petting that moved into light bondage that graduated into spanking that became experimenting with her canes. She was deep in subspace and barely coherent. She was open, pliant and willing to do anything to please him. She forced the words from her mind to her lips as she lowered herself further. “Please Daddy…just a little more.”

Steve surprised himself with the growl that formed deep in his chest. He had a primal urge to force her down over his cock. His fingers dug into her, one hand in her hair, tightening until she gasped in pain. The other hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Come on baby.” This was new to him too, no woman had ever been …he didn’t know… brave enough before. She was so tight around him he felt like she was milking him.

Jessica was all about the sensations. The tearing pain as he pulled her hair allowed her to drop another inch and it just fuelled her arousal. His fingers in her hip were a mark of possession to the mind so far gone with her need to serve and be pleasing. It too fuelled her arousal. The growl almost made her cum. The headspace she was in was animal, primitive. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him until she was settled deep in his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

Both of them shuddered in reaction. He released her hair and put his hand on her chest, pushing her back until she was braced on her arms. He ran his hand down the middle of her body until he brushed his thumb over her clit. She gasped and jerked then decided she liked that feeling and moved her hips. Steve reached for the little pocket rocket and turned it on.

With one hand splayed over her pelvis, guiding her even as he let her set the rhythm, he held her in place. With the other one he pressed the vibrator to her, just above her clit. Her instant response gratified him. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her rhythm faltered. He groaned as her ass tightened on his cock, nearly losing control. He needed one more thing from her.

“Cum for me little girl.” He pressed the vibe directly to her clit and rolled it back and forth a little. She reacted immediately. A long wordless wail burst from her as he forced an orgasm from her. Fluids gushed over his pelvis as she rode his cock, her ass tightening around him over and over. He ground his teeth together and tried to get one more from her before he let go.

It almost worked. Steve rolled the vibe over her clit one more time and as she bucked, screaming, his orgasm was ripped from him. With each throb, she came again. His lap was soaked by the time he dragged his hand away from her. He caught her just before she tumbled backwards. Cradling her against his chest he rolled them onto his back, gratified when she moved her legs, leaving his cock buried in her until it softened.

Jessica stirred just enough to say, “Welcome home Daddy.”

You have drifted to sleep, sprawled on your stomach on the bed, as I rubbed massage oil into your heated skin, soothing it, and draining the tension from your body. For a moment, I am annoyed with you: how could you fall asleep when I want to play? But I reconsider; you have been a good slut tonight, taking all your punishment, the caning having raised angry welts all over your ass, upper thighs, and even between your firm cheeks, over your tender hole. No, you have served me well tonight.

I look down at your sleeping form with pride, admiring the sexy curve of your ass, and taking in the two dimples just above it. Bending over you, I lightly kiss each one. I snuggle up against your warm body, draping one of my legs between yours, causing you to stir, but not awaken. With a fingertip, I trace faint patterns along the welt marks decorating your oiled skin, just barely grazing you, so light is my touch. You are so handsome. My fingers rise to the collar encircling your neck, stroking it lovingly, considering all that it means. You are mine; your mind and body belong to me. I drift off to sleep myself, my hand resting upon your neck…

I awaken, with no sense of time or place. There is no light streaming through the window, so it must still be night. In my haze, I can feel the warmth of your body next to mine, and your presence pleases me, gradually awakening my arousal once more. I open my eyes to find your head turned, watching me.

“What is it, my pet?”

“You are so beautiful, Mistress.”

I feel a blush spread over my face, my desire for you mounting.

“You may worship Mistress with your mouth now, my pet. Begin at the top, work your way to my pussy, and then begin again at the bottom and work your way back up. Then you may kiss my pussy and be rewarded with my juices.”

“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

Your lips brush my forehead, tracing my hairline with a trail of kisses, down my cheeks, and I take a fistful of your hair, and guide your mouth to mine. We drink deeply of one another, tasting each other’s mouths, our lips becoming tender and swollen. Reluctantly, I guide your face lower to continue your journey. You attack my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there, licking across it in broad strokes as I let out a deep, involuntary moan. Too much of this will break my resolve to see this to its end, and I move your face away.

With each breast, I whimper softly as you kiss in a spiral, starting with the outside edge and ending on each nipple, sucking them into your mouth and nibbling the firm, rubbery flesh, before marking a straight line of kisses down my stomach, stopping just above my mound, where you peck all along the border of my closely-trimmed hair, before looking up at me. Our eyes meet, and I can see that you are seeking approval.

“Yes, my pet, you give Mistress so much pleasure. Continue.”

You move to my feet, seating yourself between them, and raising one to your mouth. You draw my fresh, clean toes into your mouth, sucking on each one, tasting my skin mingling with the soap from the bath you gave me earlier. Laving each one, you suckle the sensitive skin between them, massaging the soles of my feet with your thumbs, making me squirm beneath you.

Next, you lick across my instep, and nibble the thin, delicate skin over my ankle, before licking and kissing your way up my smooth, shapely calves. Your tongue snakes out, vigorously lashing the flesh behind my knees and electricity shoots along my nerves, lighting my body on fire. I start to wonder now who is torturing whom. Just when I can finally feel your warm breath on my dripping sex, you shift, repeating the entire process on my other leg until your face is inches from my pussy once more. You look at me, imploringly.

“You may taste me now, slave. Make me cum in your mouth. Don’t miss a drop…”

Worshipfully, your soft lips press against the slick, velvety folds of my pussy as you inhale deeply of my sweet aroma. You pause a moment, feeling my pulse through my gently throbbing vulva, before dragging your tongue through the length of my engorged lips, dragging a sliver of juice the length of my pussy and at last, onto my clit, causing my hips to buck involuntarily against your face. I shudder as your tongue flicks over my sensitive bud again and again, driving me toward the inexorable climax to which all your teasing has been leading.

Your tongue works eagerly over my swollen clit, feverishly stroking it, as you grow desperate to taste my delicious nectar. Suddenly, the heat that has long been building in my core reaches its apogee and my thighs tense around your ears as I cry out my release. The contractions of my climaxing pussy force my juices to pour forth, and while you do your best to drink greedily of them, you aren’t quite quick enough, leaving some of them to drip down, coating my pulsating nether hole. This escapes your notice, however, as you hungrily probe my pussy in search of more of my intoxicating nectar like the dutiful whore that you are.

As my orgasm abates, you look up at me, your eyes shining almost as much as my wetness as it coats your face, ecstatic to have pleased me. My stern eyes find yours as my withering gaze obliterates the sense of pride that had been filling your eyes, and your eyes quickly turn downcast once more.

“You missed a spot, my pet. I specifically told you not to miss a drop.”

“I… I’m so sorry Mistress, I…,” you stutter, as you look down at my splayed pussy lips, perplexed as to what you might have forgotten.

Roughly, I grab your hair and press your head lower, mashing your lips against my crinkled star. For emphasis, I grab a pillow, thrusting it under my hips to raise my dark aperture to a more optimal level. I grind my ass against your face, your nose buried in my pussy as the wrinkled surface of my most private entrance presses insistently against your mouth.

“You missed my ass, you useless slut. Now clean it for me before I get very disappointed!”

Like a starving man, your tongue slithers forth and hungrily probes my rosebud, savoring the heady combination of my sweet juices and my natural musk. I feel your tongue tracing each ridge of my pucker, being careful this time to locate every trace of my juices, and the warm, ticklish sensations radiate out through my empty pussy, to my over-stimulated clit, and up my spine. Focusing my attention, I push out with my sphincter muscles, opening my hole slightly to your invading tongue, and drawing it inside me. I feel you try to wiggle it against my sensitive internal lining but my clenching ring traps it, and I clamp down upon your tongue for emphasis. It is I who am in control here.

I take from you what I need, allowing the heat of this pleasure to spread through my body and I lower a hand to my throbbing clit, massaging it vigorously but briefly before exploding in another climax. As the waves of release flood through me, my tight rim contracts rhythmically against your tongue and a fresh flow of juices spills over your cheeks and nose as your mouth is pinned to my ass. Finally, the spasms cease and my muscles relax as I melt into the bed, releasing you.

As you rise to your knees, your downcast eyes dare to steal a glimpse of me, and this time they find the approval you crave. I open my arms, beckoning you to rest within them, nestling your head between my breasts.

“You’ve served me well, my pet.”

I feel your smile against my bare skin, and I delicately rest my fingers against your collar once more, fingering it gently. I am so pleased that you are mine.

Sven couldn’t move. It was how Mimi preferred it. He looked so beautiful when he was helpless. Just Waiting. Expectant in the half light.

“Now,” she purred, crossing her arms over her chest and looking over at her boyfriend whose arms were pulled up over his head, tied to a metal hook screwed into the ceiling. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Sven nodded and twisted awkwardly on his knees. He couldn’t speak. Mimi had seen to that, stripping him and gagging him as soon as they had locked the door behind them. She smiled and rubbed his leaking dick gently.

“Good.” She smiled. “Because you don’t have much choice, do you?”

Sven shook his head and mumbled against Mimi’s underwear that were lodged firmly into his mouth, the hot tang of her gash stuck in his throat, straining at his dick.

Mimi twisted his nipple and he winced under her touch, his cock flailing wildly. She did it for a second time and he dripped onto the floor. She laughed and rubbed his cheek gently, watching him shut his eyes and nuzzle her hand, blushing.

“So pretty..” she smiled, “So perfect.”

She walked back over to the table by the window and picked up a thin riding crop. “Stand up.” She commanded, flicking the whip in his direction. He stood up awkwardly and watched as she rubbed the crop against her palm, smiling, her hair falling over her shoulders, desire in her eyes.

“I’ve just realised,” she purred, walking over to him, kissing him gently on the mouth, “That I’ve never used a crop on you before.” She raised an eyebrow and let the end of the whip trail against his chest. He whined and she smiled as the desire burned in his eyes. Mimi angled herself forward and rubbed her slit against his cock. “Now, wouldn’t you like that.” She whispered, her breath hot against his chest, “Wouldn’t you like that a whole lot?” she kissed his neck and he groaned under her, stumbling slightly. Mimi rubbed his bottom gently and kissed him, hard and deep, before striding behind him and flexing her shoulders, catlike.

She said nothing. She didn’t need to. Sven heard the whip come swishing through the air and land with a neat thwack against the muscular curve of his ass. He flinched and whimpered and Mimi rubbed his buttock gently, like soothing a scared animal.

“There, there,” she whispered comfortingly, ” Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Sven shook his head and twisted against the ropes, whining again as he leaked more of himself over the pale carpet.

“Ohhh, messy boy.” chided Mimi, “What a big mess you’re making.”

Sven whined and Mimi whipped him again, his bottom burning, his balls aching. He tried to move but nothing happened. He looked down and wailed loudly as she rubbed his cock, a delicious smirk pained on her face.

“You like that?” she smiled, “You like it when I rub your cock?”

Sven nodded and ground against her hand. She laughed again and stepped backwards whipping him in short, sharp strokes.

“I like it – no!” she gasped with delight, “I love it when you struggle like this.” she jabbed him hard again and he let out another grunt.

This continued for what felt like forever to Sven, but was probably only about five minutes. Regardless, he felt like he would die, if he couldn’t come soon.

Mimi walked over to the wall and pulled the rope free, sending Sven moving to his hands and knees, sweating, aching on the carpet. She stood over him and pulled her underwear out of his mouth. He coughed and lay gasping on the floor, looking up at her and her tender red mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” He sighed, “Oh, good God. Mimi, I can’t, I-”

“Sssh, sweetie,” she purred, running her toe over his lips, “I’m not done with you yet. Get up.”

Sven stood up, shaking – whether from exertion or desire he didn’t know – and looked down at Mimi desperately. She stepped forward and hugged him, kissing his chest. He let out a low whimper and hugged her back, his chest rising and falling as he panted against her.

“Such a good boy.” she said, cooing softly, “You’re almost too well behaved.” she pinched him hard, her fingers pushing down on the reddening skin. “Maybe it’s time for something a little different, hm?”

“Oh God,” he sighed, “Fucking hell…”

He made a low mewling sound, his fingers curling into her hair, his mouth hot against her temple.

“Come on, sweetie.” Mimi laughed and pushed him back onto the bed. “Make love to me baby.” She purred, moving him into the sheets and straddling him, “Make it soft and hot and perfect…” she kissed his neck and groaned against him, her nails sinking into his sides. “Show me, how dedicated you are.” she breathed, her fingers skating over his tingling skin again, making him shiver beneath her.

“Yes.” he smiled, rolling her over, desperation painted over his features, “Oh, I’ll show you.” he grinned, “You’ll see.”

Mimi moaned under him and smiled, wrapping her legs around his waist and then, thrusting against him. He pushed into her, gasping.

“Please let me show you.” he sighed, “I’ll show you. I’ll work hard.” It didn’t take long before he was shaking desperately over her, bursting lilly white into her dark and pushing his hands over her pale flesh.

“Oh,” she whined, “Oh Sven, keep going. Right into me, push it…” She threw her head against the pillows, her hair falling over her face as he slammed into her, the head of his cock sliding against her G-spot, making her shudder and moan happily, her mouth finding his neck in the half light. She came, hot and quiet against him, all slow burn and whispered obscenities until she fell silent and he watched her eyes flicker under her lids, biting her lip as they lay sweating and silent together.

He pulled her into him and kissed her hair. “Love you.” He smiled, “Love everything.” He sighed heavily, luxuriating in the feel of his burning body against the cold sheets as Mimi’s hands wandered over him, resting on his hip as she cuddled into him.

This, mused Mimi, could quite easily become a very bad habit. But it was worth it. She thought. For Sven, and the thrill and all those shining lights, as the world caved in.

“Can I ta’es d’at for ya Sirs?” Martina asked in a hard cockney accent.

“Lord child, you’re a sight. You can make a plain black maid’s uniform look sexy but it’s too tight in the chest!” Molly exclaimed as she tried to slip a finger between the middle button of Martina’s dress and her bra. “I’m going to have to let this out before opening night.”

“It’s not me fault Miss, I swears to ya.” Martina replied then giggled. Molly motioned with her hand and Martina took the dress off so Molly could make adjustments. Martina stood there in her underwear watching while she practiced her dialect. She ran through her list of words to be practiced but she’d done some research on the internet and decided to tackle some words that she wouldn’t be saying on stage as well.

“Lord, I wish I was young, to have tits like that again.” Molly said as she finished her adjustments and handed the dress back over. Martina slipped it over her head then started buttoning up. “Don’t button the top two buttons until I make the adjustments. Bring the dress with you tomorrow.” Molly ordered.

“Gore! I bloody well need some room ‘ere woman. Yur cuttin me circ’lation orf.” Martina said and giggled again. She’d have to look circulation up, she didn’t know that one. She glanced down the front of her dress. The black cloth was simplicity itself, thin and cinched at the waist with a single row of buttons from neck to waist. “Dey didn’t spend so much on da help now dids dey?” She giggled again.

Molly rolled her eyes but Martina was having the time of her life. She’d transformed a small bit part in an Agatha Christie play into four weeks of fun. “Did you know that some actors stay in character the whole time they’re filming movies?”

“Wha? Blood weirdos?” Martina shot back.

“Johnny Depp?” Molly asked and Martina closed her mouth. Johnny could be as weird as he wanted to be. All over her. She giggled. “I swear, you’ve got to be high on something. Now get out of here.” Molly made some notes while Martina changed back into her regular street clothes.

“I want to take the costume home and wear it while I rehearse.” Martina said, giving up the Cockney accent. Molly thought about it with a stern look on her face but just when Martina thought she’d say no Molly smiled and nodded.

“Sure Hon, just remember to keep those two top buttons undone or you’ll snap them right off.” Martina clapped her hands then stuffed the dress and lace hat into her bag. She waved goodbye and walked out of the dressing room to chaos. Everyone was moving quickly, getting ready for the big opening next weekend.

Martina reached up and pulled the tie from her ponytail. Her black hair fell free and she ran her fingers through it. She waved to Dave, the cute Lighting Manager and he waved back.

Martina had been a vivacious cheerleader in High School, popular with the girls and sought after by the guys but she’d graduated and gotten a job as a receptionist with a big time insurance firm and her life had slowed. She had consoled herself with movies as the dates dried up and her friends moved off to college, jobs or marriage. That’s when she’d made a discovery. She loved acting.

So now she was playing a maid in an Agatha Christie play for the county drama company. Despite her youth, she was only 19, the company had welcomed her with open arms and a generous helping of free acting advice.

She left the theater and felt the humidity hit her like a spongy wall. She looked up at the sky but there was none, it had been completely blocked out by a menacing dark cloud bank. She cursed her luck, she hadn’t brought a coat and she didn’t have an umbrella. Why was it going to rain?

She lived just five miles down the street and only had to make two turns to get home. She was physically fit and didn’t see the need to take a car such a short distance if she could use a bike instead but this was one of those examples of driving being the smarter if unhealthy choice.

She climbed on her bike, put her bag in the holder then started peddling. Lightning began flashing almost immediately. “Aw ‘ells Gov’na. Yur gonna pours on me, ain’cha?” She used her Cockney accent and the sky complied.

A few drops began to fall and she raced as fast as she could, the downward angle of the road helping push her along as she sped down the street. The rain drops began thicker, started falling faster until it rained so hard Martina couldn’t see the sidewalk anymore. Lightning flashed so brightly in her eyes she was blinded, a clap of thunder followed immediately, so loudly that she couldn’t hear herself scream.

This was nuts. There was no way she was going to get home in this. Her hair was plastered to her face, pushing water into her eyes as if the storm needed any help. The water was cold and she was starting to freeze. She had no choice but to get out of the storm though she was in a residential area, there were no stores to take cover in.

She’d have to go to Uncle Bob’s house. He lived two blocks away. He’d be home, it was Wednesday so it was poker night. He’d let her ride the storm out. She got back on her bike and made best possible speed for his house, the rain falling so hard that by the time she stopped on his driveway her clothes were weighing her down. She grabbed her bag and ran for the front door. She was so drenched she had to keep her mouth open so she could breathe through it and her hair was an unmanageable wreck.

She knocked on the door, harder than she meant to but it got Uncle Bob to the door. He took one look at her and stepped out of the way so she could rush inside. “My God girl, you’re drowning. Don’t stop there! You’re soaking my floor. Run for the bathroom and get those clothes off, you’ll find towels in the cabinet across from the shower, use as many as you need to.”

She did as he instructed, running through the living room where three other men were staring at her incredulously. All of them had beers, were smoking cigarettes or cigars and the television was on. She made it to the bathroom and shut the door. She was still dripping wet so she grabbed two towels and stepped into the shower tub.

She’d made it. She looked down to see water running in little rivulets into the drain. She knew she’d have to clean up the destruction from the front door to the bathroom but she didn’t mind, Uncle Bob had saved her. She stripped off her clothing then ran a towel over her body. She was so soaked her underwear was saturated.

She might have been brave enough to run from the bathroom to the laundry room so she could dry her clothing but she couldn’t do it naked, not with a bunch of guys in the only room between the bathroom and laundry. She tried to dry her hair out and wondered what she was going to do. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom, the guys were drinking beer, they’d need to come in here eventually.

The uniform was in her bag, the bag was leather, she stepped out of the tub and opened her bag. Sure enough, the bag was soaked but the contents were barely damp. She took her wallet out and set it aside to keep it safe then pulled the dress out. She pulled it on then buttoned up, leaving the top two buttons undone as instructed.

She could feel just how thin the material was now that she wasn’t wearing any underwear but the idea of walking around a house full of guys wearing a flimsy dress with nothing else on was kind of exciting. She was going to have to clean up her mess, she could always practice her role while she did it.

In fact, it would be pretty neat to stay in character the whole time she was here, just like Johnny Depp did during shooting. She squeezed her clothes as tightly as she could to get the excess water out then left the bathroom. She dropped her purse and wallet in a corner of the kitchen furthest away from the fridge or pantry then made her way to the laundry room. All four guys stared at her as she walked by. No one said a thing as she flipped the door open then started the machine up.

She padded barefoot over to the front door and saw the mess. There had to be a quarter of an inch of water on the floor. She sighed. “What are you all dressed up for?” One of the guys asked and she turned to smile at him.

“I’m in the Agatha Christie coming out next weekend, I play a maid. I was taking my uniform home so I could practice staying in character and now it’s the only thing that’s dry.” She explained.

“Stay in character?” Another guy asked.

“Where’s my manners. I’d like to introduce you to Joe, Samuel and Trent.” Uncle Bob said as he pointed to each of them. The first man who’d spoken was Trent, the last was Samuel. “Guys, I’d like you to meet my niece Martina.” They all said hello at once but she noticed that their eyes kept dropping to her chest. She glanced down and noticed her nipples were hard. She was still cold from being outside and without a bra there wasn’t much left to the imagination.

She wrapped her arms around her chest to hide her reaction. “Well, you know that actors become their characters when they’re on the stage?” They all nodded to her. “Staying in character is when you don’t stop when the play or filming the movie is over. It helps you get to know the character better and makes your performance more believable.” She said.

“Wow, that’s pretty dedicated.” Joe said and she smiled.

“Are you going to do that here?” Trent asked.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She shot back, the idea of doing it in front of Uncle Bob and his friends made her feel self conscious.

“Oh come on.” Uncle Bob teased. “If you’re going to be a big time actress you’re going to have to perform on cue, even if you feel embarrassed to be doing it in front of Uncle Bobby.” He pointed out.

“Uncle Bobby now?” Samuel asked.

“Shut up Sam, drink your beer.” Uncle Bob shot back. Martina grinned, he was right, this was the perfect chance to practice on a small group of guys that were on their way to getting drunk, they’d never remember how foolish she looked or sounded.

“Okay but just so you know, I’ve got an accent.” She warned and the guys looked up expectantly.

“What kind of Accent?” Trent asked.


“Cockney? What’s that?” Samuel asked.

“South London basically. You’ve heard it before, it’s part of the stereotype of poor Londoners. Since I’m a main I come from the poorer section of town.” She explained.

“Well get to it, we’ve got a card game to finish.” Uncle Bob said and the guys reluctantly went back to their cards. She took another look at the mess on the floor then went back to the kitchen. She got a mop and bucket so she could soak up the water. She squeezed it out as best she could but it took time and she noticed that the guys kept glancing at her, looking at her body as she worked.

She loved the attention, she had to admit it’d been a while since she had guys eyeballing her. She wondered what they’d think if she knew she was naked underneath the flimsy dress. She smiled then saw Joe get up. “Where are you going Joe? It’s your bet!” Samuel complained.

“I’ve got to get another beer. Hold your horses.” He said as he went to the kitchen.

Uncle Bob looked at her for a minute then grinned. “No, you hold your horses, we’ve got a maid for that. Martina?” He called to her. She felt a sudden wave of panic because she hadn’t really been in character, she’d been daydreaming but now she was on the spot, it was do or die.

“Yes Sir?” She said as she stepped forward. The guys were surprised by her sudden change in attitude, she’d gone from young visitor to professional maid in a moment. She smiled inwardly when Uncle Bob didn’t react. He knew she’d be able to do it.

“Joe requires a drink, get him a beer.” Joe had stopped to look at her but now he watched as Martina came around the poker table and opened the fridge. She took out a beer and opened it for him. She threw the top away then walked back over to Joe who was still standing three feet from the kitchen, his mouth hanging open. He took the beer but continued to stand there abjectly.

“Can I gets you anythins else sir?” She asked and Joe blinked at her. It was all she could do not to burst out laughing. She loved this, seeing the reactions to her transformation. She really felt like she could pull off a career as an actor now. It would take some work and she’d have to do some studying but she could make it happen.

Joe just kept his mouth shut and sat down. Martina waited a moment then went back to the mop. There was a lot of water on the floor but now she was going to tackle it differently, she was no longer Martina the Receptionist. She was Martina the Maid. “That was amazing, such a change and so quickly. She’s got talent.” Samuel said and she felt the glow of his praise.

She pushed it down so that her pride didn’t show, she wanted nothing to mar her performance. She picked up the bucket and emptied the water then got a sponge. She needed to hurry with the cleaning, it wouldn’t do to have the house a mess with guests. She pulled her dress up to her knees and got down to soak up the water. Already she had the first difference. As a maid she had to think of Uncle Bob, of Bob rather. He was entertaining and she’d made a mess.

She cleaned up the water then emptied the bucket and washed the sponge out. “We’re going to need some chips in here Martina.” Unc…Bob said. She had to get him being her uncle out of her head. It was affecting the way she was treating him. It was breaking the reality of her character.

She retrieved the bowl from the middle of the table as all eyes followed her. She took it to the kitchen, filled it then returned, setting it down gently. “‘ere Sirs.” She said. Bob smiled at her accent. She left quickly to hide the fact she had almost hummed to herself. She was really getting into it now, the role was a part of her now and she was elated.

She cleaned up the path she’d taken to the bathroom then started cleaning up the tub. “Martina!” She heard Bob call out. She dropped what she was doing and rushed into the living room.

“Sir?” She said finally as she realized she forgot to address him. She slipped occasionally but she’d nail the role, she was determined to get it right.

“You disappeared, my guests have run out of drinks. Do you expect them to get the drinks themselves?” He asked a little harshly and she felt her face blush. “If you can’t remember to do your duties you can always be discharged.” He threatened and she moved into action.

She glanced to the table from the kitchen, everyone was drinking beer but they were all out. They were eating chips by the handful. They were chain smoking, Joe was working on a straight flush and Trent was trying to look at his cards. She got out four beers and began opening them. “You were a little harsh on her, or are you getting into the role too?” Samuel asked.

“I guess I’m getting into the part. Acting is important to her and that means it’s important to me too. Besides, I taught literature for fifteen years, remember, I know something about the time period.” He replied.

“And she’s so good looking she really makes that drab dress zing.” Joe remarked and the others laughed, including Uncle Bob. She shook her head, men, but it was nice to know they thought she looked good. She missed that.

She took the beers and began setting them down in front of each of the players. “‘Ere’s yer drinks sirs.” She said as she put the last drink down for Samuel. He was looking at his cards, a cigar in his left hand but he absently reached out with his right and rubbed her ass. She jumped with a gasp, turned where she stood and slapped him. “Sir!” She remembered to add with an exasperated tone. Samuel jumped at the slap, his face a mixture of confusion and horror.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Bob demanded loudly. Martina jumped, she’d never heard him yell angrily before. Samuel just looked at him wondering which way to go but Bob looked at Martina. Okay, fine, she’d say it.

“‘E put ‘is ‘ands on me sir.” She said. The other two looked at him but Samuel didn’t look the least bit remorseful.

“So you slapped him?” Bob asked. “If you can’t survive the idle hands of my guests Ms. Martina, you’re free to quit my service and go back to Whitechapel. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind living free from the roaming hands of gentlemen back home.” He said. Martina had done research and she knew that Whitechapel was a ghetto. The girls living there, especially the pretty ones were prostitutes.

“No sir! I’m sorry, ‘e took me by surprise is all.” She said quickly.

“I’m afraid the damage is done, there’s nothing for it.” He countered. “You’ll have to be punished.” Martina felt her face flush. Punished? She thought she was acting. Did actors get punished? Bob pushed his chair back then motioned. “Come over here.” She had to admit, what was happening did put her in a different frame of mind. She stepped over to Bob and looked down at him, her hands clasped in front of her.

Now that she was the character, her attitude had changed. Maybe that would be the difference? Maybe putting a honest day’s work in as a maid from the time period would do just the trick and give her the pop her performance needed to get noticed. “I’m sorry sir.” She said.

“We don’t go around hitting guests of the house. There’s no call for it and it will never happen again. Now over by the umbrella stand you’ll find a small whip. Bring it here.” He ordered and her eyes flew open. Bob’s face remained neutral, giving nothing away as she reached that crossroad of indecision. Did she continue playing the part or give up and cry foul? Sure Samuel had felt her up, and it hadn’t been the first time a guy grabbed her ass but was it because he was here with her trapped by the storm? Was it because she wasn’t wearing panties? What made it any different than the other times?

This whole exercise was starting to turn her on. What if she had really been a maid? What if she relied on this job and losing it meant starving or becoming whore? Would that kind of knowledge effect how she played her part? Would this put things in the right perspective?

She went to the umbrella stand and got the whip. It had a small leather cord for the wrist, it was made from twisted leather and the very tip had a flat tab of leather that would leave its mark on the skin. She looked at it for a moment then took it back to Bob. He took it from her then stood up.

“Stand here and face the wall.” He pointed and she complied. He stepped to her side then nodded to the wall. “Lean on the wall.” She felt like she was going to fall over but her hands supported her body as she leaned. “Get that butt up.” He said but she had to move her hands down the wall to get her butt high enough for him.

Bob grasped some of her dress and began lifting it. “W…” She caught herself, she’d almost spoken out of turn without the accent. “Wot are ya doin sir?” She asked and he looked into her face.

“You are going to be spanked and I’m not going to spank you through your dress. I won’t have something cushion the blow and I won’t ruin a perfectly good dress on a disobedient maid.” He said. She felt her face flush but she turned her attention back to the wall. She wanted to warn him that she wasn’t wearing and panties but the thought of her being displayed like that in front of these men and punished like that. It really turned her on.

She’s tried to warn him, she could say she tried. Now she’d let it happen and see what they did. Bob got her dress up in his left hand then put the whip against her butt with the right. “She’s not wearing underwear.” Trent remarked. She glanced to Bob out of the corner of her eyes and saw his face flush red but he didn’t drop the dress. He gathered himself then glanced down before pushing the tip of the whip across the skin of her lower back and ass.

“So it seems. Most maids wore knickers so this is surprising but punishment is punishment.” He replied. He whacked her with the whip, a small flick of the wrist and she felt the leather sting her flesh. She cried out, surprised that it could hurt so much since he hadn’t hit her very hard. He hit her again and she cried out. Bob began to hesitate.

At 27 I really didn’t think I’d find myself here. After high school I had gotten a summer job with a construction company and started making pretty good money. Enough to live on my own in a great place, just me and my dog. I’d even managed to save up quite a bit so when the economy went bust, work slowed and I found myself enrolling at the nearest university. It was a big state school with a good reputation for its business program, excellent athletics, and wild parties. At nearly 10 years older than most of my classmates, I wasn’t too interested in the social life, but I actually found myself enjoying the life of an academic so all in all i was in a pretty good place in life.

Having spent the last decade doing hard manual labor, I wasn’t sure sitting in a classroom was the place for me. I enjoyed being outside, sweating, staying in shape, making things with my hands and getting paid to do what I loved. Life happens though so here I was sitting in a freshman level Western Civ class and soaking up the information like a sponge.

About 20 minutes into class though, my mind started to wander, as it often does, when I noticed the girl to my left. I had been “noticing” her since the first day. She was the kind of woman whose beauty needed to be appreciated. She didn’t shove it in your face so most guys probably didn’t look twice. She always had a somewhat somber look, but she was always glowing a little too. It wasn’t that she was sad, just quiet I guess. Her hair was long and dark and always in a ponytail of some sort. She was always wearing jeans or sweats that didn’t give much of a hint to her shape. And she was often wearing little or no make up. Like I said, not your typical knockout. If you really looked at her though, she had smooth olive skin, beautiful lips that had a hint of pout, but her mouth was wide and smiled even when she wasn’t. Her eyes were what really got me though. They were big and deep brown, bedroom eyes. Yet they always seemed like she was missing something. To me, she was captivating. She always sat next to me, but I never talked to her, she just didn’t seem to want to talk so I left her alone.

To be honest though, when things got a little monotonous , I had spent plenty of time in that class thinking about her and the things I’d like to do with her. Can’t blame a guy for letting his cock take over every once in a while? I know guys say that a lot, really women say it about us, but the truth is, when my cock starts…thinking (as it were)…I can’t help but let it take over. I’ve always been this way. It’s probably the reason I’m single. Most women just get discouraged, disappointed, or downright mad when they find out my cock is more important to me than they are and that I think they should feel the same way.

For the most part I’m a nice guy. I enjoy the simple things in life, I don’t judge, I don’t force my opinions on others, I don’t fight or drink too much. Hell I don’t even smoke! But I know what I like and I really don’t see it changing. I like a good book to relax with at night. I like a cold beer after a long day. I like weekend fishing trips. I like sitting on the couch with my dog by my side, and a pizza in front of me when the game is on TV. I like trips to places I’ve never been. But I really like a woman who takes care of herself, takes care of me, and treats my cock with love and respect.

Yeah. That’s right. I don’t really think it’s all that strange. Apparently I can come across as demanding in the bedroom (or out of it). I even had one woman tell me she wasn’t my “slave”. That’s crazy. I never said she was nor did I think of her that way. I just needed her libido to catch up! And realize she wasn’t my slave, but if she wanted to keep me happy she better spend a lot more time with my cock in her mouth.

I must have gotten really distracted thinking about her because pretty soon I felt tapping on my arm and when I turned, it was her.

“I gather you weren’t listening?” she said.

“Uh, yeah sorry. I guessed I zoned out a little.”

“Okay, well you’re little daydream just got you stuck working with me on this project.”

Oh shit. I was having some doubts for several reasons. One: she never said much in class so I wasn’t sure how it would go or If I’d just end up doing everything. Two: I was just thinking about her for the past 15 minutes and it had me hard as a rock. A guy like me can’t handle this kind of proximity to temptation!

“So anyway, I’m Jen. I take it you’re Matt?”

“At your service!”

“Charmed, I’m sure.” she giggled.

Ah, so she did have a personality. That was a welcome plus.

“We’ve sat right next to each other all semester and haven’t even spoken. Sorry about that, I’m not a total bitch, I swear. I just never have much to say in class. Kinda just like to get in and out. I’m actually kinda glad we got paired up. You always seem like a nice guy and like you know what’s going on a little more than the rest of these fools.”

“Haha, well thanks.” I replied. “I’m glad too. Always nice to meet someone new. And I hear ya on the socializing thing. Although for my part it could just be that I’m a decade older than most people in here.”

“Oh please, age is an advantage in your case. I mean. Ha. I just mean you seem to be more focused. But you said a few weeks ago you were 27, right?”

“Yeah, I mean I guess I did.”

“See, I don’t say much, but I do pay attention! Besides, I’m 22. I put this class off until Senior year to give myself an easy semester. So we’re only a couple years apart.”

We talked for a while longer and made some headway on the project. She turned out to be a pretty cool girl. She came to the school on a dance scholarship, but ended up finding a passion for business after taking a class. She still danced, but it was more of a hobby now. She was even kind of funny. Even so, she was still kind of quiet and didn’t mind spending a few minutes just reading and researching while the rest of the class chattered away the remainder of the class.

At 5:15 class ended and everyone else rushed out of the room. Jen and I had been too caught up in our work and conversation to notice the time so we were the last two left. We made small talk as we walked down the hall and out of the building. Finally we came to the parking lot.

I turned to her. “Well, it was nice getting to know you, I guess we’ll get in touch to work more on the project.”

She smiled and said, “Yeah, now I just have to figure out how to stay out of my room for the rest of the weekend.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ugh, my roommate has some friends from home visiting and they’re soooo annoying when they get together.”

“Oh yeah, well, if you’re up to it, I was gonna stop by the bar and just have a couple drinks before heading home. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

“Honestly, that sounds great. I need a beer after this week.”

We got in our respective cars and headed down to the bar. As I drove my head was thinking what a cool girl she was. But my cock…well he was telling me to get her naked as soon as possible. With school taking up so much time, he hadn’t been sucked in way too long. And man he loved to be sucked.

While I loved my cock as most guys so, it wasn’t always convenient that he had such a mind of his own. At nearly 9 thick inches, it wasn’t like I could just pull my shirt down or tuck him to the side in my underwear. Regardless of how hard I tried, this cock made himself known no matter what. So when I pulled up to the bar and she was already there I had sit in my car and pretend I was texting for a minute so it would at least subside a little before I got out.

When I did, it still wasn’t completely down and anyone who looked could clearly see a noticeable bulge. As I walked toward her, that’s exactly what she did. Ah well, embarrassing, maybe. But with what I’ve got, it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of. Anyway she just smiled and we walked in.

We sat down at the bar and both ordered a beer. I love a girl that drinks beer. There was a game on and we had some idle chit chat while we both watched. After a couple beers we both got a little tipsy. We started talking more and joking. Even playing a game where we tried to match up which football player would go for what sorority girl there.

Finally we got quiet again she looked me right in the eye and said, “can I tell you why I really never talked to you in class?”

She caught me off guard, “umm, sure.”

“Well, the first day you walked in, I thought you were pretty much the hottest guy I’d ever seen in real life.”

Wow, she was certainly direct, but I wanted to see what my position was here so I just let her continue.

“Yeah, tall, dark, and handsome is enough. But you were wearing that shirt that was just tight enough that it showed off your arm muscles and broad back. And I remember you had a couple buttons undone in front so it showed off your pecs and that manly chest hair. It drove me wild! Then a coupe weeks later, I remember you came in and I guess you had just come from the gym or something. But you were wearing a wife water and soccer shorts. I almost had to leave class to take care of myself. First of all, a man with a body like yours should be shirtless at all times. Secondly, you were wearing soccer shorts. Do you know what you look like in soccer shorts?”

I couldn’t believe how forward she was being! I couldn’t believe she looked at me that way! Who was this girl? I replied, “umm, well not really. I was actually just wearing them because I had been doing some stuff around the house and lost track of time and didn’t get a chance to change. Why don’t you tell me what I looks like in them?”

She smiled and took a swig of her beer and turned away to look at the game on tv. “Let’s just say your bulge walked into the room about 5 minutes before you did.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This girl who seemed so quiet and shy was like a completely different person from the woman sitting beside me right now. I knew she sensed it too because as I sat there, bug eyed I could see the corners of her lips turn up; she knew she had me.

Before I even had a chance to form a thought she turned to me. She placed her hand on my thigh, which was when I noticed her words had gotten me completely rock hard.

“Well that’s a nice surprise,” she said as her hand grazed the inside of my leg.

“There’s a lot more where that came from. Look, I’ve had my eye on you from day one. Clearly we’ve both got something the other one wants. Whadya say we finish these beers and head back to my place? We’ll grab your car later, you can ride with me.”

“How could I say no to a real man, with a big cock, a hot body, and a brain that works?”

“I think we better hurry up and finish.” I replied.

“I’ll just leave my hand here. It feels more comfortable there.” she said as she continued to gently caress my inner thigh. Grazing softly against my cock with every stroke as it continued to creep across my leg.

I felt myself nodding off to the blue light of the television and the soothing feeling of Jen suckling on my cock. It’s always my favorite way to fall asleep. There’s nothing I like better than lying in bed naked, skin exposed to the soft sheet, no blankets, just exposed and comfortable. The soft body of a woman next to me, feeling the rhythmic gentle sucking on my cock and knowing she’s right where she belongs is always so relaxing. Falling asleep with that mixed feeling of total comfort and complete control is what a man like me deserves.

I awoke the next morning feeling completely rested and ready to take on the world. After giving myself a few minutes to take in the morning, I realized Jen had not moved an inch in the night. Good girl. Not only was she sleeping with her head against my stomach, but the head of my cock was still secure between her lips.

I quietly reached my arms out to stretch out the morning kinks and as I relaxed I felt the gentle flick of her tongue against my half erect cock. Jen, realizing I was awake, raised her hand to cup my balls and released my cock from the warmth of her mouth.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked as she rose to situate herself between my open legs. She glanced up at me with a smile before dropping her head down to begin licking my balls.

“Never better, I haven’t slept that well in a long time.” I smiled back at her and began to run my fingers through her hair. She looked good down there. She looked happy, satisfied, and comfortable between my legs. ‘Good,’ I thought to myself, I’d like to see her get very comfortable being between my legs.

My cock began to harden as she continued licking my balls, giving them a morning tongue bath. I could tell this wasn’t necessarily about getting me off, it was simply Jen doing what she loved to do. And I was perfectly happy to oblige her. I clasped my hands behind my head and let her work, alternating between watching her eyes peek up above my hardening cock, and closing my eyes to just lay back and enjoy.

Nothing else was said for a while. Jen continued tonguing my balls, licking gently, taking each one in her mouth to roll it around her tongue, lapping at the spot between my sac and my inner thigh, taking pleasure in the smell and taste.

Finally, Jen had gotten her fill and began kissing her way up my cock, stomach, and chest, she laid her head on my shoulder.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” She asked. It sounded good to hear her say that. It proved the point that the oral cleansing she had just performed was very much for her benefit.

“Oh, there are plenty of things you can do for me, but right now, why don’t you hop in the shower and I’ll put some coffee on for us?” I replied.

Jen sat up and smiled. “Sounds perfect. And, by the way, I like my coffee strong, like I like my men.” And with that, she winked, knelt down and kissed my cock before walking into the bathroom to take a shower. I watched her, mesmerized. I had to admit, I love exuding this kind of power over a woman like her, she was truly a knockout. Her hips swayed without trying. Her lips were plump and red. And her hair was messy without being obvious as to what she had been doing all night.

Finally shaking myself from my hypnosis, I stood up from the bed, pulled on my briefs from the night before and headed to the kitchen to make the coffee. I checked my e-mail on my phone as I waited for the coffee to brew. As it was finishing I walked over to the refrigerator to grab milk for the coffee when Jen came in wearing just a towel and one on her head with her hair wrapped in it. The towel on her body was dangerously small, skimming just below her pussy and not nearly covering her ass. Not that it really matters, I thought. She’ll be naked all the time in this house if I get my way.

“Good shower?” I asked as I turned to pour the coffee.

Jen came up behind me and rubbed her hands gently across the muscles of my back. “Very, I’m all squeaky clean!” she said as she wrapped her arms around my waist to run her hand over the bulge in my underwear while I poured.

I turned with a raised eyebrow and a lopsided grin. “I doubt that,” I said as I handed her a cup. “I think I’ll go take my shower now. Feel free to lounge wherever. I won’t be long.”

“Can I make you breakfast?” she asked as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Damn! You are a good woman.” I walked over to her where she sat to run my index finger along her cheek. “Of course you can. I usually just have cold cereal, but feel free to raid the fridge. I’m not sure what all’s in there.”

“Awesome, I’ll fix you a feast! A big strong man like you deserves much better than cold cereal.” She leaned in and kissed the bulge of my briefs before standing up and heading over to the refrigerator.

I stopped at the door before heading upstairs. “By the way, the laundry is in the hallway closet if you don’t want to cook in the towel.”

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the warm water soothing my body and thinking about how perfect this girl seemed to be. Almost too perfect. I’m not one to “jump into” anything, but damn she was doing everything right so far. I just hoped it continued. At the very least, she’s getting treated to something special just by being with me for the weekend, if nothing else! Not wanting to think too far ahead, I dropped the thought of things going further and focused on how much fun this weekend was turning out to be.

I dried myself off as I walked into the bedroom, put on a fresh pair of underwear and headed back down to the kitchen. Jen was just finishing up as I walked in. She had clearly gotten the message and had discarded the towel to cook breakfast completely naked. Good girl.

“Smells delicious.” I said as I peeked over her shoulder while she finished up.

“I hope you like it. Have a seat, I’m almost done.”

I sat down at the kitchen table and waited to be served. Jen brought a plate over and sat it in front of me. Bacon, eggs, toast, and fruit. Perfect. I smiled and looked up at her. “Thanks for this, it looks great. Is this breakfast for one or what? Where’s yours?”

At that, Jen bit the corner of her lip in a mixed gesture of innocence and eroticism and dropped to her knees. I was pretty sure I knew where this was heading, but I didn’t say another word and simply started in on my breakfast. As I took my first delicious bite, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Jen crawled under the table and in between my legs.

A sip of coffee and I felt her lips begin to kiss my balls through the fabric of my briefs. Another few bites and she began licking all over my heavy bulge. My cock began to stiffen as I enjoyed one of the best breakfasts of my life and I let Jen enjoy hers. I could feel the precum was leaking from my cock and soon, I felt Jen’s lips press against my cock to suck the warm liquid that had soaked through my briefs.

Halfway through my meal and my cock was rock hard, having crept across the top of my leg, it was straining against the fabric for release. Jen just continued her tongue bath as though we started every morning this way–Jen fixes breakfast, and to thank her, I let her service my cock.

Finally, I finished my food and leaned back in my chair to look down at Jen. She was staring back intently and kissing the length of my shaft. “That was the best meal I’ve had in a while,” I said as I rubbed my stomach for effect. Damn she looked good down there, She just looked at home, and my legs accommodated her perfectly, like she had her personal little nook right there.

Jen had shown her willingness to serve, now I wanted to see if she really knew her place. I reached down to rub her head into my crotch, using some force. “Now that I’m all full and satisfied, I’m gonna let you suck my cock and feed you your breakfast. How does that sound?”

Jen, not able to move, spoke into my crotch, “Thank you, I would love that!”

Grasping a handful of her hair, I pulled her head off my massive bulge just far enough to pull the waistband of my briefs under my balls. My cock leaped out and nearly smacked her in the face. “Enjoy.” I said, knowingly. Jen took to my cock with an oral assault as though the cum I was about to feed her would be her last meal. She was working my thick shaft with her tongue in hurricane mode. Her lips wrapped firmly around it, allowing just enough spit through to keep them wet. Sliding up and down my rod, she was moaning and gagging, and slurping.

I wanted to really let her enjoy my cock, so in a combined effort to hold off my climax and see how far down she could take me, I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed hard. She gagged pretty hard at first so I let up a little. I held her head in place for a while to inspect her work.

“Not bad, Jen, you got about five and a half inches in that mouth of yours. How’s that big cock feel stretching your jaw and pressing against the back of your throat? You like that don’t you?” She responded with a low groan and a gentle nod of the head.

“You’re doing well, but that’s three and a half inches you’re leaving unserviced. That’s a lot of cock not getting any attention isn’t it?”

She nodded her head again.

“We’ll have to work on that won’t we?”

Another nod, eyes glancing up at me. A look of guilt and concern in her eyes. I clasped my hand around the base of my cock, wiggling it in her mouth and causing her to gag again, but never letting up the pressure I was placing on the back of her head with my other hand.

“You don’t want to disappoint this cock do you?”

A desperate moan while shaking her head.

“I didn’t think so. Just remember, my cock matters more than you do. Learn to respect it because you need it more than it needs you. Now keep sucking like a good little girl and I’ll feed you breakfast.”

Again, I leaned back in the chair and clasped my hands behind my head to let Jen continue her service. With gusto, she continued to work my cock over and pretty soon, I felt the warm surges working their way up from the depths of my groin. Without notice to her, I began shooting a huge load of cum directly into her mouth. With each spurt, Jen sucked and licked gently, keeping her lips tight around my cock. Finally, I relaxed as my orgasm subsided. Jen continued to gently suck the last drops as my erection slowly subsided. I reached down and rubbed the back of her head. “Good girl, make sure you get every drop.”

Finally, having given her as much cum as I could expel, Jen released my spent cock from her mouth and gave my balls several sweet kisses before looking up at me gratefully. “Thank you, that was just what I wanted.”

“You’re welcome. I’m always happy to feed you.” I replied as I placed my heavy cock back inside my briefs and stood from the table.

“Mmm, it was delicious.” She said, enthusiastically. ” I could get used to that. I can’t imagine a better way to start the day than with a load of your cum straight from the source.”

“Well, that’s an interesting thought, maybe we should revisit that idea. Listen, I’m gonna grab another cup of coffee and take the dog outside for a bit. There’s a bathrobe upstairs in the closet. Why don’t you grab it and join me on the back porch?” With that, Jen headed upstairs, and I called for Diesel. As usual, he came running at the sound of my voice. Golden retrievers really are man’s best friend.

I’m lucky enough to live in a pretty secluded area so it’s not unusual for me to hang out on my porch in my underwear. I’m more comfortable that way anyway; get to catch a few rays, and when someone does happen to wander by, what the hell do I have to be ashamed of?

I took a seat in one of the adirondack chairs I had built a few years back and laid back with my feet crossed on one of the tables closeby. Diesel immediately ran out into the yard smelling and searching and generally satisfying his curiosities. Soon, Jen joined me on the porch and headed toward the other chair. I looked up at her and shook my head as I patted my thigh. Jen got the message and crawled onto my lap, curling up against my chest and resting her head on my shoulder. She began rubbing my pecs with her hand and twirling my chest hair softly with her fingers. She was tall, she fit perfectly on my lap, snuggled in a little ball like a girl on her daddy’s lap. It felt right.

Finally, she spoke first:

“It’s so quiet and relaxing here. It’ll be hard to leave. It’s been really wonderful being here with you.”

“You make it sound like you’ll never be back. You don’t have to leave anytime soon,” I told her as I brushed my fingers along her arm.

“Well I can’t leave now anyway, you’ve got me hostage here and my car is still at the bar,” she said sarcastically.

“Ah, so I do. Well maybe I’ll just keep you here. You’ll be my hostage. My personal, cock sucking hostage. I could definitely live with that.” I replied, only half-joking.

“Hmm, maybe being held hostage isn’t such a bad thing after all. Staying here to be your little cock sucker sounds way better to me than going back into the real world.” Now I wasn’t sure if it was a joke anymore. She sounded in a dream-like state.

I perked up a little. “You actually mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I want that?”

“Well, I agree. There’s nothing better than that. Allowing you to be my personal cock sucker would be great for me and you. I think you’d be able to give me the treatment I deserve, and I’ve got everything you need right here,” I reached down to grab my bulging package for emphasis, “just what you need to make you happy. I guess I just had myself convinced that maybe you were too perfect. Maybe you were just playing along for fun. But you really mean it.” My voice was somewhere between excited and thoughtful. I was processing the fact that this woman really is as perfect as she seemed all along.

“I absolutely mean every word of it. I can’t imagine anything more satisfying in life than living to please you. Nothing could make me happier than that. You’re everything I want. You’re a real man, with a hard body, and hairy chest, and big muscles from real work, and tough skin from being in the sun, and strong hands, and that cock. That cock is the cock of a real man. That cock exudes power and strength. That cock demands attention and respect. Your cock makes me want to forget everything else and live only for it. I might finish college, have a great job, beautiful apartment and awesome friends. None of that would make me as happy as I was ten minutes ago in the safe place between your legs. Even now, I just finished sucking on it for almost an hour and I can barely stand to sit here so close to you and not at least touch it.”

It was like she had stolen the thoughts from my own head. I looked deeply into her eyes searching for something. I wasn’t sure what. Finally I grabbed her hand that was still grazing my chest and placed it on my package. Leaving my hand on top of hers for a few moments I said, “you’re absolutely right. All of what you said. This cock should be the most important thing in your life now, and as long as you’re near me, you should always be showing it the respect it deserves. Even if we’re just chatting like this. At the very least, you should be holding it, stroking it, just to feel that comfort it can give you and the power it has over you.” And with that, I removed my hand from on top of hers, and leaned back to continue sipping my coffee.

While Diesel continued playing in the yard, Jen and I watched him and chatted for a while on the porch. Her hand stayed, glued to my manhood like that for the rest of that morning.

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