James' quiet dreams were interrupted by a pleasant, yet insisting feeling on his gradually hardening cock. Slowly wakening, he looked down between his legs to see his cock slowly going in and out of a smiling, red mouth. The last remnants of the dream quickly disappeared as his loving new sexslave buried the entire length of his quickly growing cock in her greedy mouth.
"Yeah," James groaned as he put his hands on the top of her head to control the blowjob. She obediently held his dick in her warm, wet mouth as it hardened and became more and more difficult to breathe around. Before it became a problem though, he pulled lightly on the fistful of hair he automatically had gathered in his hands and she started to bob her head up and down the delightfully long cock in her mouth, from the bulbous head, down the hard, yet so smooth skin of his shaft, almost all the way to his pelvis bone.
"Mhm..." she moaned, though it wasn't easy to get any sound out with his cock filling most of her mouth and her eager tongue rubbing all the soft, sensitive spots it could find.
Maybe it was because it was so early, maybe because he wasn't really trying to hold back, but he hadn't even been awake a full minute before he felt the familiar, oh so pleasant feeling of orgasm.
"Shit," he muttered and used his solid grip on her head as leverage for fucking her mouth. His thrust sent all of his long, fat cock into her mouth and down her throat, only to pull it out, almost all the way, before he mercilessly hammered it back in. As the orgasm quickly built up, he felt a need to get as much out of it as possible, before he exploded down her throat... or wherever he felt like exploding...
An idea formed in his mind, and the vivid image sent him over the edge he been nearing so close. With a last desperate move, he pulled his cock all the way out of her mouth, and -- as he seen so often in his porn-collection -- he aimed his hard cock at her face and let go with a loud groan.
The first shot hit her squarely in the mouth. As she was positioned above him (to better suck his dick), she instinctively closed her mouth around the invading sperm to stop it from dripping down on him again. The next wave followed the first, but hit her now closed mouth and drew a pearly white line from her lips up her right chin. The third, final and largest of the attacking sperm-loads hit her forehead and continued up in her dark-red hair.
"Yeah," he breathed as his entire body relaxed, "that's the way to wake up."
Smiling to himself, he studied his 'handiwork'. With her beautiful face painted with a mix of sexy make-up and large streaks of sperm, she looked like something out of a porn-flick. He loved that, he really did. For years, he had admired the sexy women on his screen, and envied the lucky men that got to fuck them... and now he had his very own!
His very own indeed... his eyes wandered down from her cum-covered face to the significant collar around her neck, with the tag proclaiming her his property for everyone to see.
She beamed up at him, pleased that he had enjoyed his little morning-surprise (truth be told, she would have been devastated if he hadn't) and even more pleased that she had thought of it. He
needed
to see all the advantages there were in spending the night with her, so he would choose to do it as often as possible.
"If you're hungry, sir, I've prepared breakfast for you..." she informed him while looking hopefully up at him, hoping that he'd be pleased once again. The slave/master relationship was still new and she didn't quite know what he was expecting of her. She'd read stories online where the sub wasn't supposed to do anything without her master's order, but she figured that was a bit silly. In her eyes, it was better to anticipate his needs and thus be ready to fulfil them whenever they arose.
"Sounds good," he smiled at her, noticing now how famished he was.
Well,
he figured,
hard to feel hungry when getting a blowjob...
They both got out of the bed and James now got a better look of his eager neighbour. She looked stunning. Her dark hair -- now with an ivory-white streak -- hung loosely down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face that looked like something out of a wet dream. The make-up had run a little and so had the now-drying sperm, making her look like a used whore -- a look that James just loved.
Her perky tits were half hidden, half put on display in the red, lacy push-up bra that made a stark contrast to her tanned skin. Her midriff was bare and although not as taunt as it had been ten years ago, there was only a small bulge that in no way disturbed the image of sexual perfection -- at least not to James' eyes. Her tiny lace panties matched her bra and showed off her tight ass in the best possible way... and completely failed to hide a dark patch where her pussy had 'leaked' while sucking off her master. On her feet was a pair of red pumps that set off her legs nicely.
And most importantly: around her neck, she was wearing the dark leather collar, proof of her subservience to James.
Looking at her, James felt a strange mix of melancholy and thankfulness. How he'd gone from a lonely, desperate geek to having...
this.
The way that she truly did her best to fulfil his every desire, he could hardly believe.
"You're beautiful," he informed her in a sober voice. He would probably have kissed her if her face weren't full of cum, and he didn't want to ruin her sexy look by drying it off.
"Thanks," she smiled at him, not really catching his mood but always happy to get compliments -- especially ones that sounded like they came from his heart. Sometimes James' mood switched quite rapidly and it could be hard to follow, "I always try my best -- for you," she told him with a lusty wink.
A smile spread on his face, blowing away the strange mood that had fallen over him.
"Always hoping to get fucked, eh?" he asked while looking at the wet spot formed between her legs. She followed his eyes to the dark patch on her panties and blushed profoundly, but nodded her agreement nonetheless; they both knew it to be true.
"Well, how could I not try? Nothing compares to getting fucked by you!" she admitted with hardening nipples and licked her lips, looking at his spent dick.
Andrea's compliments -- both spoken and the more 'subtle' ones (like cumming repeatedly, crying out and moaning like a madwoman during sex) -- were bit by bit building up James' self-confidence but her words still made him feel a bit awkward. His old lack of self-esteem battled with the new view of himself that Andrea was giving him.
In the end though, he shrugged it off, gave her a playful slap on her ass and told her to lead the way.
"With pleasure, sir," she happily agreed. James stood back for a second, admiring the alluring view of Andrea's near-naked ass that swayed out the room.
It was going to be a good day, he decided with himself.
---
When they entered the kitchen, Andrea nervously went to the stove to look at the eggs and bacon. She didn't have any idea what James would like to eat, so she'd prepared as much as possible. The table was almost over-filled with cereal, loaves of bread, all kinds of cold cuts as well as quite the selection of juice and milk.
"I ehh... I didn't know what you'd like," she tried to explain while she fidgeted with the eggs.
"I'm sure I'll find something..." James assured her with a pleased smile. She was really going all out to make sure he enjoyed his stay!
"How do you like your eggs...?"
---
Although she was slowly getting used to her new life, everything still felt a little odd to Andrea. She was sitting at her own table, eating breakfast as she would have done a month ago.
Except everything was different. Instead of the bathrobe she often wore back then, she was wearing a set of erotic lingerie. Instead of a clean and freshly-washed face, streaks of cum decorated her beautiful features. Instead of planning her day, she was wondering what James would want her to do. And most importantly: Instead of being alone, she was with someone; someone she loved.
There was no doubt in her mind that it was a change to the better. Even the dull ache deep inside her ass -- a little reminder of what happened the night before, when James had finally claimed all of her -- was a good thing. The same was the sexy collar she was wearing, although it had taken a little time to get used to the slight but constant pressure on her throat.
"When we're done eating, I want you to go shopping," James suddenly informed her. Roughly pulled out of her musings about life then and now, she looked at him with her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Oh? What for? Is something missing?"
"No, nothing's missing," James replied, "but you only have Coca-Cola. I prefer Pepsi." He considered adding something about how he would only drink and eat what he preferred here, since she had declared herself for his property, but... you didn't need to explain yourself to your slave, did you?
"Oh, I see," she said, feeling a little sad. She was really trying her best to make it as good as possible.
"Well, it's your own fault," he told her with a smile, "you set the bar so high this morning with the... wakening and the breakfast, that I'm gonna hold you to those expectations. And now that I own you, well, why settle? You can make everything perfect for me, why wouldn't I want that?"
You didn't need to explain yourself to a slave but he couldn't let her think he was unhappy with her in any way. She certainly didn't deserve that. It warmed his heart when she readily accepted his explanation.
"I want everything here to be as you would want it!" she declared, "is there anything else I should get while I'm out?"
"Nothing I can think of..."
"Can I... can I wash and put some clothes on?" she asked, indicating her near-naked state of undress and the sperm-crusts on her face.
"Heh, I think you'd better. You would draw quite the crowd as you are now," he winked at her, "and that look is only for me."
---
As soon as she came back from the grocery-store, with all the Pepsi she could carry in her bags, James greeted her at the door with a quick kiss.
"Just put them in the fridge, we're going out," he informed her.
His complete disinterest in the cola she'd brought back more or less confirmed the suspicious thought she'd had: He had wanted her out of the house. Why, she didn't know yet, but she was sure she would find out...
---
They parked outside a shop. In a way it looked like the porn-shop they had frequented the day before, the same kind of large windows with displays, proudly showing off the shop's trade.
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