She shut off the water once tub was full of warm, soapy water. Shedding the housecoat she slipped in. For the next thirty minutes Pet washed herself. Honeysuckle soap lathered over her creamy skin, and lavish conditioner through her auburn locks.
Out of the bath she dried her hair and it fell in loose curls just past her breasts. A sweet body mist on her skin, lip gloss on her lips, mascara and eyeliner around her blue eyes. Her hands roamed over her soft stomach, small but perky breasts, and pert ass. Before she could really enjoy herself Pet remembered Sir's biggest rule. No touching herself alone. Besides, she had to finish getting ready for him.
Her outfit was one she had worn a few times, and always had a good time in. Red lace sheer bra, red lace panties with a slit between her legs, and sheer red over the knee stockings. The final touch was putting her black leather collar on. Oh, and some body glitter on her cheek bones and breasts.
All ready Pet checked the time and hurried downstairs. Sir would be home shortly. By the front door Pet kneeled, bum on her heels, hands upside down on her thighs, looking straight ahead. It was only a few minutes later that the door was unlocked and open.
Sir stepped in, eyes automatically checking to see if Pet was in position. He closed the door behind him. His suit jacket and briefcase were dropped on a living room sofa. Sir walked back to stand before Pet.
"Been a very stressful day for me, how is Pet feeling?" Sir asks.
"Horny, Sir." She replies.
"Have you touched yourself at all?"
"No Sir."
"Poor Pet, horny all day and unable to touch herself. What can Pet do to earn herself an orgasm?"
"Use my mouth to make Sir cum."
"Get to work then."
Pet lifted herself to stand on her knees, hands sliding up Sir's legs until one found a bulge in his pants. She rubbed it gently as her other hand worked at his belt, button, zipper. Pet used both hands to push his pants and boxers down. Sir's hard cock sprung in front of her. Pet licked her lips excitedly.
She used one hand to cup and massage his balls. Her other hand stroked his cock twice before lifting it up so that she could drag the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Pet becomes more eager with her licks, rougher with her tongue all along his shaft, wet kisses peppered along the way. The hand cupping his balls cups and squeezes them. They're full of cum and Pet is so desperate to receive it. She moves her head to the tip of his cock. Her tongue glides around the head, then that thin line where the head meets the shaft. A drip of precum appears and she licks it away hungrily.
Pet wraps her mouth around the head and hums. Sir groans and his fingers slide into her hair.
She takes another half inch in, her lips tight around him, and begin to suck. Her head moves back and forth, every few times she tries to take a little bit more in. Blowjobs were still a skill she was working to improve. Pet had been practicing on toys and Sir himself, yet she still had only worked her way to taking half of sir in her mouth. One hand is on his thigh to support herself, and the other begins to pump the bottom of his cock.
"More." Sir demands.
Pet takes a moment to focus on relaxing her throat and neck. She slowly pushes herself until her gag reflex starts before pulling back. She does this four more times. Each time gets a little better, more comfortable. On the fifth time Sir grips Pet's hair tighter and holds her in place. Just over half his cock is in her mouth and starting down her throat.
Pet fights the gag, eyes watering. Just when the lack of air becomes an issue Sir releases her. She pulls off his cock and takes a few deep breathes. Saliva drips over her bottom lips and shines on his cock. Once Pet is recovered Sir gives his next batch of instructions.
