"What's this?" I say pulling my long silky black hair up and in a loose bun.
"I hope you like shrimp scampi, Ms. Lily," Josh offers. He turns from the stove wearing only an apron and drops to his knees and crawls behind me. It's six-thirty p.m. and my houseslut pushes his tongue the length of the crack of my perfectly-tight bottom all the way to small of my back.
"Don't leave your spittle all over these jeans," a gentle reprimand before I turn to him and let him leave small kisses on my mound. Just two inches of jeans holds my little boy-slut worshipping my flat belly and the wisp of my groomed chamber. Like a good puppy, he waits for approval. "I have to say, on a scale of one to ten: this greeting gets a five," I add while eyeing the stove, "Hopefully, dinner will be more satisfying."
It has been three weeks since my young man, Josh, moved in; but it had been just under two weeks since I pulled on my strap-on and made him my sex slave. Since that first illicit night we have come to an understanding.
Although I have never had a live-in servant before, I understand that it is important not to get emotionally close, but yet to keep him hard and hungry. This set up a conundrum for me. As much I love my dirty slut licking me every morning till night, I still needed some cock now more than ever. I have this open relationship with Michael, but our once every few months was turning into once every few days. Although, of course, my little houseslut couldn't have a problem with me fucking Michael, I was more than sure Michael's wife, Jen, would mind tremendously if she ever found out.
The day after my Josh rode my strap-on, my slut and I muddled through the next few days coming to terms the Dom/slave relationship. I was excited to come home from work and unwind with a glass of wine on the couch while Josh would entertain me on the floor with a little baby oil laying a large towel. My own little stripper gyrating and pleasuring himself while I would tease and encourage, "Mmm... that's it. Rub that oil deep in your cock. Faster, now slower. Squeeze your cock harder for me, baby. Mmm, that's MY slut, showing off his big swollen cock." His newly shaved crotch straining into the ether, dying to be touched by me made my heart race.
He makes the cutest facial and body expressions as he tries to hang on. Many men might shy away from this demand, but my little slut is eager to please and show off all the things his young hard body is capable of. The third night I let him cum, the other nights I did not.
With my hand in my panties, my pussy drips down my ass from watching the fine exhibition, I pull my panties to one side and motion for him to come up and suck my pussy lips and clit deep into his mouth. In my excited state it doesn't take long to be grinding against his face in pleasure. I need only a minute to recover before I have him devour me again. Then I am off to bed, locking the door behind me.
One night, after cumming three times, I was so fucking hot I had to go off and find Michael's magnificent cock. First, of course, I tied my little slut's hands behind his back and set him on his knees right by the front door, so he could count the minutes while I was gone. With just my leather boots on, I threw on a long sweater that barely covered my pussy. With doleful eyes, unable to touch his straining erection, he looked up at me. Elated, I bent down and kissed his cheek, "Is there anything I can pick up for you while I'm out -- besides Michael's seed in my pussy?"
By Thursday night I devised a new plan to torment my young stud's cock. He didn't perform for me that night. Instead, after dinner I leaned him over the couch and reddened his ass with my long bamboo cane. Tears of joy weld in his eyes as he thanked me again and again. "You're taking my love so well, baby," I tease while keeping up a constant barrage.
Next, I lay Josh across my lap on the couch, massaging the deep welts on his ass with one hand while I pull on his cock and balls with the other. He squirmed deliciously, reliving the pain while experiencing the pleasure. Then I remembered how weeks ago Josh had invited his buddies over to watch a sex tape of mine, "I think your buddies would be jealous of how you tamed your 32 year-old landlady's pussy, don't you?" I then made him an offer he couldn't refuse.
Josh, my little slut, would now sleep in my bedroom. He could pull his mattress onto the floor by my big brass comfy bed. Every morning he is my alarm clock. Waking up first, Josh leans in from next to my bed and starts kissing my legs. He can lean on the bed but never climb in; one foot needs to remain on the floor. I lift my legs open and he slowly and gently licks my pussy.
My little slut really puts his heart and soul into taking care of every nook and cranny of my morning flavor before he moves on to slurp my clit in earnest. As soon as my middle shudders with pleasure, I begin my day. My houseslut makes my bed and then breakfast. While I sit at the breakfast table drinking my coffee and reading my paper, I like to put my feet up on Josh's naked ass. By the time I get to the opinion page I have my foot pushing, wedging in against his perineum. It's fun to see him try and maintain his balance while his cock grows in desperation.
From there his day is his own. He can go to school and work on his studies. I have come to love living so close to campus. My only stipulation is that he needs to leave in the morning when I do. I don't want him hanging around the house being tempted to masturbate. So I've taken back my key but also his rent payment. I make it clear that he is now not only my slut but also my employee.
One morning I slipped a note into his book-bag along with a pair of my panties and the stainless emerald butt-plug, "Dear Lily's Little Anal Whore, Wear both of these into your first class. Text me an hour into class and tell me how sexy you feel." Right on time I received a text at ten-thirty from Josh, 'Thank you Ms. Lily, My man-pussy is squirming all over the steel spike being pushed by the hard chair.' I was already on my way to his campus when I texted him back, 'You have ten minutes to make it to visitor parking, plug out, your pussy open, lubed, and clean.'
My pussy feels so fucking hot as I pull into the far end of the parking lot my Josh nervously bent into position holding onto parking sign. I didn't say anything at first as I got out of the car wearing my sexy strap-on underneath my loosest pair of jeans. I came up behind him, taking off his coat, and reaching around roughly pulling open his khakis while ignoring his bulge in the lavender panties, "Josh, is your hole hot for me, begging for my cock, like it was that first night?" I take the back of the panties in my hand and tear them in half. Pulling my red upturned dildo out of my fly, I'm shoving into the entrance to his passage. His untouched cock pulses as he begs for my forgiveness. I laugh, "Cumming already? You know that just doubled how long and hard we need to ride your ass."
On the car ride back to work my pants are open I'm stroking my clit beneath my leather harness. I look over into the passenger seat at the dirty dildo, reflect, and smile on how much of it my anal whore was able to take under those conditions. Stopped at a red light I close my eyes, seeing the field hockey players running by at the top of the parking lot as I pull back on my boy's shoulders and pound his quivering body from behind. The light turns green, I step on the gas and taste my fingers, imagining Josh walking gingerly back to class still feeling my searing cock -- torn, gooey panties dangling between his legs.
We usually arrive back to the house together around six. I relax while he puts on only an apron and makes dinner. After we eat together (so far he is an excellent cook) if I'm not going out, I meet him in the living room. For an hour or two I read or watch TV. I like stories where the Femme Fatale gets exactly what she deserves. My little whore has no hard duties during this time except to remain my little eye-candy, bare-ass on the floor. The only requirement is that he grips an anal plug, small, medium, large, or XL if I'm feeling particularly generous. So far, Josh usually ends up lying on his side curled around my feet.
