The phone rang which made me jump, startling me back to reality from the cosy, dreamy world I had slipped into.
“Hello Ray, I hope I haven’t disturbed you too much, but I need you around here if you can avail me of some of your time?”
“Sure Michelle. I was only dosing, did not sleep all that well last night,” I replied. The line was not a good one but I got the distinct impression that she was up to something. “I will be on your doorstep in 5!”
“Great! Thank you. See you then.” She promptly hung up.
I rang the doorbell and Michelle answered but only protruded her head around the door, which sparked my curiosity.
“Come on in but keep your eyes looking straight ahead.” She aid in a playful tone.
“Good. That’s it. Keep walking, now stop and close your eyes”.
I did as she had instructed. We were now standing in the middle of the large family/lounge room. The sun reflected warmly off the polished timber floors casting a golden glow. One of the lounge chairs was just to my right and the recently reupholstered furnishings oozed a comfy welcome and beckoned to the visitor to sit and relax.
When she asked me to open my eyes I had to gasp loudly at the sheer beauty of this woman now before me. The sun gleamed from behind, silhouetting her wonderfully. She was dressed all in black, with a black hip hugging skirt that had a small spilt along the top of the left thigh, a black ribbed t-shirt top which also fitted close. Over these Michelle wore a black knee length coat, its hem line finishing just about the top of her black boots. With the coat closed you could be forgiven for thinking that she had no skirt beneath, well that is what I was thinking.
“Oh my god! What a beautiful outfit. You look sensational.” I was gobsmacked.
“I am so glad you like it,” She said demurely.
She walked closer and gently took my hand. I let her softly guide me, gently bring me to sit on the back of the arm chair.
“Now. Just let Mistress Michelle take control here, okay?”
“I am in your hands.” I responded with a smile.
“Oh you will be, most certainly.”
Michelle dropped to her knees and abruptly pushed my legs apart. She then reached for my fly and unzipped it with a quick flick of her red painted fingers. Her hands quickly pulled the fly open and she drove her hand inside and pulled my semi flaccid member from its resting place. She smiled up at me as her chin dipped under my cock and her tongue snaked out. I bit my lip as I felt the first soft touch of her wet tip at the base. I reached out to caress her hair and she quickly hit it aside.
“I told you, let me take control here!” she snapped. “Do not touch me unless I have asked you to do so!”
“Yes my mistress”. I replied in what I hoped was an appropriately submissive voice. Inwardly I could not wait to see what she had in mind.
Her breath was warming on my maleness as she mimed the act of fellating me. I was now very rigid with the anticipation as much as the act. She grasped the base of my shaft, looking up at me from her position on the floor and then plunged her mouth hard, down onto my cock, sucking it all the way in until her nose was buried in my fuzzy pubic hair. I gripped the chair back so tightly my knuckles were white and groaned with sheer delight as her hot salvia soaked my shaft. Michelle kept her eyes open as she commenced to fuck her face with my penis, noisily slurping up the excess saliva as she went. Her free hand soon joined the fray, firmly cradling my swelling balls. She squeezed them as she bit softly on the thick turgid head. I bucked at the feel of her teeth, pushing my cock fully into her mouth. She started to move faster. Her hand squeezing hard on my fast rising balls.
“Ohhh, fuck… Michelle. Shit, going to come….”
She sucked harder and pumped her face quicker, driving my cock to the very back of her mouth, not once stopping to rest. I was fighting a losing battle. She had me and all I could do was hold on and moan at the fast approach of my blinding orgasm.
“Nnuugghhhhhhhh, god, yessssssssssssssss. Fuck me, Mistress, ……. Can not hold it, ……….. arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”. I screamed as she pistoned her beautiful face and drank the fiery liquid I was now shooting deep into her throat. I could see traces of my sperm leaking from the corners of her mouth as she strove to keep it all contained. She finally held still, her mouth still clamped to my cock. Her tongue flicked the underside of the gland causing me to buck once more as she hit that sensitive spot on the underside of the head.
I was spent and my cock started to deflate. She held her mouth on me as I softened, her glistening eyes sexily watching my every reaction. She let my now limp dick fall from her mouth and she stood. She opened her mouth to show me it was full of my come. I looked into her face, my head spinning from the force of my orgasm. She moved her mouth to mine forcing me to open to her as she spat some of my come into my mouth quickly followed by her tongue. All I could do was to yield and accept her lusty offering. It tasted slightly tangy yet very creamy with it mixed with her hot saliva. I sucked her tongue deeply, drinking my come from her mouth until it was empty.
“Mmmm, you taste good, Mr. Ray, and there was a lot of it. You must have needed that come badly?” She whispered seductively.
“I could have done with a bout of your arse, but I am not complaining.” I said smiling.
“Good”. She retorted. “Now follow me”.
I could not refuse. She had hold of limp cock and balls and was dragging me by them. I followed in silence, feeling a bit unnerved by her sudden return to her Mistress role. She lead me upstairs, her grip tightening as she ascended the first riser. I winced and she just sternly said over her shoulder, “shut up and follow me!” The stairwell was painted an egg shell colour and with the sunlight coming from the lounge room, it was ablaze with light, yet my sight was only interested in the firm hand that currently grasped my genitals.
We made our way slowly, thank goodness, and finally reached the first floor landing. It too was awash with sunlight and the soft carpet gave me a slight feeling of hope; a hope of some comfort for my testicles. Michelle continued to lead me, down the hall she walked, her black coat flapping out behind her which seemed to consume the light. Through the door at the end of the hall I could see a bedroom. It was a large room at the back of the first story, so I guessed it to be the main bedroom. Off to the left at the far end I could see a strong orangey light coming from what I assumed was the ensuite bathroom. My mind was racing trying to ascertain what this little minx had in mind. It was not long before I found out.
“Now Mr. Ray,” she purred, turning on me and pressing her body in close. I could feel her up-thrust breasts boring into my chest as she leant against me, her hand still holding my spent member. “I have a special surprise for you. See the bath I have prepared for you? Get in to it, and quickly if you please.” Her voice was stern and level. I quickly disrobed and slipped into the warm water. It felt very good, especially since she had let my nethers go. The scent of lavender rose from the surface as I immersed myself.
“Feel nice does it?”
“Mmmmm, yes, very nice in deed. Thank you!”
“Now for surprise number one.” She said showing me the twin blade razor and waving it about. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she just smiled. “I think your groin will look better if it was bare. So, sit up on the side there with your back to the wall!” She pointed to where she wanted me as she knelt on the mat at the side of the bath.
She lathered some soap and gently applied it, rubbing into the springy hair above my dangling penis. She pushed my legs apart and proceeded to lather my scrotum pushing all the way back to my anus. As she passed over the tight opening she cheekily stabbed at it with a soapy finger, giving me a wicked grin. Michelle locked her eyes onto my crotch as she bent to apply the first stroke.
“So far so good,” she said matter of factly, “good thing I gave you a good seeing to downstairs. We couldn’t do this with your pecker up now could we?” She giggled at her little joke, I was a little less amused, but strangely fascinated at the same time. I felt the blade drag across my anus and saw it dip towards the water with a thick coating of black hair. She used the instrument with some aplomb much to my relief her strokes quick and sure. She deftly followed the curve of my lower thigh round to my buttocks across my anus and down the other side. Then a quick wash in the bath water and back to work. As her strokes approached my balls, which had tightened somewhat since she started, she used her left hand to gently smooth out the creases and caress the blade across the sensitive skin. I shuddered slightly after a short time feeling the cool air across now exposed flesh.
“Are you getting cold?” she asked.
“Just a little. I suppose that area is not used to being uncovered.” I chortled.
Michelle made no response but just kept her attention riveted to the task at hand. She seemed pleased with what she saw as she gently washed me down. Her soft hands carefully lifting each testy to check for stray hairs. The tuft of hair she had left above my penis had been shaved back a little leaving a distinct ring of pink skin around the top. I liked what I saw and secretly held thoughts of seeing my new bare cock ball deep in her pussy.
“Hmmm, it seems I will have to redo you. I should have changed the razor mid way through.” Her comment was more to herself than me. “You can sink into the water to wash off fully, then get back up where you were.”
I quickly did as she bade. In fact I was eager to see myself denuded of pubic hair as much as she was. Once again she lathered me up and to work. Each stroke she made was gently yet firm and I felt no razor rash developing, much to my relief. The second time round was much quicker and when finished, Michelle seemed more than pleased with her efforts. She then fetched a mirror to show me the completed job and to my surprise my cock twitched back to life as well.
