After all the years of faithfully mowing our lawns, during the worst parts of summer, he deserved a nice treat now that he was of legal age.
Carefully pulling his quickly hardening shaft from his underwear, you lightly stroke the shaft, sizing up what it will be like when fully hard, wondering if all I will have you do it give him a blowjob. Knowing, that if I offered you to him, you would happily fuck this boy for as long as you were permitted.
You lean forward, and lick lightly across the head of his cock. Tasting the pre-cum that is starting to ooze from the slit. 'One of the advantages of youth!' you think to yourself, as you slowly run your tongue around his head, getting it wet with your saliva.
From behind, you feel my hand on the back of your neck, playing with your hair, twisting my fingers into it. Before suddenly, forcefully saying "I said SUCK him, Not PLAY with him!" and you push forward as you release my neck.
You open your mouth as wide as you can, and dive down on his cock, which became fully hard when I forcefully pushed your lips on him. Your hands, resting on his thighs, give you leverage to pull your mouth down onto him, and then push back up to the head. The saliva begins to flow in earnest in your mouth, making his cock slicker all the time, making it easier for it to slide deeper into your throat.
"OOOoooohhhhh!" moans Billy, the lucky 18 year old, as you begin to suck his cock harder, driving it deeper down your throat. His hips lift up off of the trashcan, but you push him back down, knowing that when I give you an order like this, you are to keep control of the situation.
With his cock buried deep in your throat, you begin to gag a little, knowing that you need to make sure you deepthroat him to force the cum out of his balls. Forcing yourself down a little harder and farther each time you take him in, you gag on him each time. Feeling his balls tighten against your chin, you begin to slide him in and out faster, forcing yourself to let him slide down your throat each time, gagging a little as it happens.
Suddenly you feel him begin to jerk, his legs start shaking, you pull your mouth back up to the head of his cock and begin sucking as hard as you can, bobbing your head in short little strokes, licking the underside of Billy's cock as you do. Waiting for his cum, wanting his cum. Anything to please your master.
As I see Billy about to shoot, I lean down and whisper in your ear "Swallow every last drop of it. You will need the energy the protein gives you, later."
With this encouragement, you redouble your efforts to get Billy to unload in your mouth. Sensing that Billy is worried about cumming there, I tell him to go ahead, I don't mind, make her drink all your cum.
That was all he needed. Suddenly, his penis erupts with a massive, powerful blast of cum. It strikes the back of your throat and nearly chokes you before you get the chance to swallow it. Spurt after spurt flows from his cock, shooting into your mouth, where you dutifully swallow it, as you were ordered to.
As his shaft finishes erupting, you lick it clean, making sure you don't miss a drop. Licking the head and shaft, to guarantee it. Sucking the tip of his cock lightly to make sure that you have gotten all the cum he has to give you.
As you finish, I tug on your collar, indicating you should sit back. "Ask him how you did, pet." I say in a soft voice. You do, in your quiet, shy voice, asking if this pet sucked his cock well enough.
Billy, dumbstruck by the whole situation, just nods his head yes, looking like a ragdoll flapping.
Watching, I say that he apparently approved of your ministrations, and tell you to help him zip his jean, with your teeth.
Billy looks down apprehensively, as you take the zipper tab in your teeth and slowly slide it up, making sure to not catch any fabric or skin on the way up.
"OH MY GOD! That was GREAT!" Billy shouts.
Looking down at my beautiful pet, I tell Billy to run on home, we will be calling him in about a week or so for help on building some things for the house. If he's willing to accept similar payment, that is.
He runs off, shouting, "Oh, Yes, that would be WONDERFUL, whatever you folks are willing to give!"
I carefully help you to your feet, brush the gravel from your knees, looking at the redness there, before telling you that we have a little more shopping to do before heading home. I lead you back to our house and put you in the backseat, handing you your leash, telling you to keep it ready for me for when we stop.
You sit and put your belt on, straighten the leash out and lightly wind it up, so the wrist strap is on the outside of it. Then you patiently wait as I drive us downtown, to one of the seediest neighborhoods you have ever seen. You watch my head swivel, looking for a place to park, but keep quiet, knowing that is how you should be until I'm not distracted by driving.
As I find a place to park, and take off my seatbelt, you lean forward and whisper to me "Thank you, Dear." and take off your belt in preparation of my opening your car door...
To be continued...
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