Donna

I had left Donna with a kiss to her forehead. I felt like a king at having had my fantasy of making love to her come true. I knew I had satisfied her and I was completely satisfied myself.

When I saw her at work the next day everything seemed the same as it had in the past. She went about her day the same way, and gave me the same greeting she always had when she walked by me. I expected some sign of her new found fondness for me, a sly smile at least, but nothing. I left it to being at work and her being worried about how it would look.

The next few days she acted exactly the same. But I thought of her constantly, and at night I stroked my dick to the memory of our hot encounter. I started to wonder how she could play it so cool, and started to question whether or not I had pleased her like I thought I had.

After a week and a half or so of this I was going crazy. I thought to myself that I had managed to have sex with her the first time by being assertive, and that I needed to take action to get what I wanted.

I stopped by Donna's house in the middle of a Saturday morning. I knocked on the door and felt my nervousness almost overwhelm me. I almost turned around and left. I got it together right when the door opened. Donna looked at me with no expression.

"What's up?"

"I was wondering that myself. I just wanted to see how you are and make sure everything is okay."

"Yes, why do ask?"

"It just seems like you don't like me very much. Or at least add much as I want you to."

"No, everything is fine. Why don't you come in and we can talk."

I followed Donna inside and watched her ass as she lead me through the house. She was wearing a white tank top and some very short shorts that left the bottom of her curvy ass cheeks hanging out for my eyes to relish. We went through the kitchen where she stopped to offer me a drink, and I accepted a bottle of water. We went out the back door and sat at the patio table.

Donna lit a cigarette and leaned her head back as she exhaled. Her eyes found mine as I looked at her with intense longing, trying to tell her with my eyes how bad I wanted her.

"You're too young for me. I told you that before. What could we possibly have in common? How could we ever go anywhere? What would we ever do?"

"I understand that. But one thing we have in common is obvious; we had awesome sex together. What about that?"

"I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. But there's more to life, and certainly more to a relationship, than sex. We can't start a real relationship, and I'm not your sex toy. Or do you think I'm just a booty call? You want to come over here and fuck me and leave me whenever it suits you?"

Her words stopped me in my tracks. Maybe that is all I wanted. Maybe I was overcome with lust and didn't have any concern over her and her feelings. I felt ashamed at what I was realizing. But I didn't believe that I was capable of that.

"No, I would never mean to be less than chivalrous towards you Donna. I adore you. I think you're beautiful and sexy and I want to make you feel good."

"Then trust me. Those words right there are proof that I'm right. You want more than we can have. It won't work."

I looked at her deeply while she took a long, deliberate drag from her smoke. While she exhaled I scrambled to get something out of this conversation that would have me in a place to be near her, to be with her.

"What about around here? Is there anything I can do for you? If I can't be your boyfriend can I be anything? I like being around you and will do anything I can to help out. How about the yard, or the pool? Can I start taking care of those things?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I get it, but really I can help around here. And I can accept and respect your feelings about us. I can leave it up to you if anything ever happens again. I promise I will never pressure you."

Donna took a last drag on her cigarette and leaned forward to stub it out. She sat back and exhaled it slowly across the table, looking past me as she thought to herself. Finally she looked me in the eye.

"Listen to me. You can do some things for me but you have to do as I ask. Don't come over here unless I tell you to. Do not call me. Do not text me. Do not make any advances towards me or it will stop. Can you follow those rules? Do you promise to do what I say?"

"Yes! I swear I can Donna. I can't call you anyways, I don't even have your number. But all the rules you have are fine with me." I felt a sense of relief. It was a way in.

"You can cut the yard today and then leave. Thats it."

"Sure!" I got up and went to the shed that was against the back fence. I pulled out the mower and went to work. It was starting to get warm and I felt the sweat getting started on my brow. As soon as I finished mowing I trimmed the edges of the yard and fence lines and edged the walks and driveway. I had spent about two hours taking care of the yard and had not seen Donna since I had started. I was hot and thirsty, and as soon as I had everything put away I went to the back door and turned the handle.

It was locked. I knocked again and looked through the window. I couldn't see her inside and started wondering where she was. I went around front and tried the doorbell. Again there was no answer. I took a few steps back and looked around, and decided she must have left. Still thirsty I went to the hose, turned it on, and let it run until it cooled off a little. I got a long drink of water and put the hose back up. Then I went home, a little confused but still glad that I had helped.

The rest of the weekend my thoughts continued to be filled with visions of Donna. Things had not gone as I had hoped, but at least there was still hope. I fantasized about how our relationship might develop, and mostly how I might get to ravish her body yet once again.

On Monday Donna treated me the same as she always had at work. A little smile with quiet "Hi" as she walked by me. I wanted to know something, anything, about when I could come over again.

Later in the week I got a text from a number that I did not have saved. The number was local but I didn't recognize it. The text read: "Read up on pool maintenance. Come over tomorrow and clean my pool. Check the chemical levels and add whatever you need to. I have everything you need in the pool house. Let yourself in the back yard. Leave when you are done."

"What is going on?" I wondered. "Maybe she is scared of me. What could I have done? I hope she doesn't think I'm going to rape her or something. No way, maybe she's scared she can't control herself around me."

Whatever it was, I decided I didn't care. I wanted do anything she asked just so I could be around her. I got my laptop out and started studying up on pool maintenance.

After work the next day I went to Donna's and did as she had asked. I did the best I could at cleaning and taking care of her pool, spending about an hour and half in her back yard. I never saw Donna and left when I was done.

The next day at work things were the same as always. No mention of what I had done for her, not even a "Thanks." I felt a little used and confused. Still when I got a text on Friday evening telling me to be at her place Saturday morning to mow the yard I could not help myself but to comply.

The texts and instructions continued for weeks with very little actual contact between us. There were various things that she wanted done outside that involved the pool and landscaping. Donna had only spoken to me twice in about three weeks of my doing her bidding, and they were very short instructions on how she wanted things. There was only one time she had given me a bottle of water, and in this time she had never let me in the house. I started to get a little angry at how she was using me but I did not have the desire to stop.

One day as I had finished cleaning the pool she walked out in her swim suit. She smiled at me a little and asked me how things were.

"It's good, all the levels are perfect. The temperature is just how you like it too. The water is perfectly clean."

"Thank you Johnny. I really appreciate it."

I couldn't believe it. She actually showed some gratitude. It was more than she had said to me in weeks too, which also felt good.

"Well thank you. It's my pleasure to serve you."

"I'm starting to sense that you mean that. If not, you would have quit weeks ago. It shows some real obedience that you continue do as I say."

"I can't stop. I want to be with you, or at least be around you. I can't help myself."

Donna walked into the pool and looked up at me. Her tits were as magnificent as always and I stared at her full of want. She got her whole body in the water and swam slowly up the length of the pool and then back to where I stood. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Go wash my car. The keys are on the counter. Get it out of the garage and wash it in the driveway, and be sure to clean it really good."

Wow. I looked at her and wondered what I should do. Well at least she had smiled when she told me what to do this time. I decided to do as she asked and walked away to follow her instructions.

When I was done she was sitting out on a lounge chair taking in the sun. I told her I was done.

"Okay, that's all for now. I'll let you know when I want you again."

I almost broke. I stood there looking at her, wanting to go off. "What am I to you? You're personal slave? How long can this go on? I know I agreed to this but not exactly like it has been going. Something has to give!"

Donna finally looked over at me as if to say "What?" but never spoke a word. I sighed but never spoke a word either. I looked down and turned away, and slowly walked out of her backyard.

That week Donna sent me three messages with instructions on what she wanted done. The third was something new. She told me she needed some carpet shampooed and told me to be ready to work. I showed up as directed and did exactly as she asked. Honestly it was the first thing she told me to do that wasn't outside in the heat and I was grateful for that alone.

When I finished and everything was put away I started towards the door. Donna stopped me in my tracks with the words I had longed to hear.

"Do you still want to have sex with me?"

I couldn't believe it. I had suffered long enough. This was the evening of my redemption.

"Yes, of course I do. There's nothing I want more."

"Don't forget the rules. You do as I say. Do you still agree to that?"

"Yes, I remember and I agree. Whatever you want."

Donna stared at me and finally put her hand out. She called me over with her finger and a looked me deep in my eyes.

"You promise?"

"Yes."

"Then get on your knees. Right here in front of me."

I did as I was told and knelt down in front of her. Donna was standing in her living room and took a few steps back towards her couch. She beckoned me again with her finger and I scuttled over to where she was.

"Pull my shorts and underwear down"

I did as she directed. She sat on the couch and she spread her legs, lifting her right foot up to rest on the coffee table. She pointed to her crotch and said, "Lick."

That was all she said, and all I needed to hear. I moved in close and kissed her thighs. From one knee to the other I kissed my way up and down the insides of her thighs and kissed her above her pussy each time I passed it. I stopped to kiss up and down the sides of her slit, feeling her smooth skin against mine. I took my hands and slowly ran them up and down her thighs as I kissed and licked her lips, then softly pulled them into my mouth. I pushed my tongue inside of her and moved my head back and forth to fuck her with my tongue.

Donna was getting nice and wet and she moaned with pleasure. I brought my hands down to the inside of her thighs with my thumbs pressed on the sides of her asshole and my first fingers were beside her clit, pulling her apart for clear access. I licked her clit and she shuddered, moaning softly as she did. I licked her clit up and down softly, then I licked circles around it while I felt it getting harder. As I licked her harder and faster her body clenched, and her hips began to raise up off of the sofa.

Donna's pussy tasted so good as she got wetter from my attention. I licked her hard button while my fingers spread and lifted the top of her pussy. My thumbs were rubbing the inside of her ass cheeks at the sides of her asshole. She moaned softly as I continued to lick her harder and faster. I loved the way she tasted and how wet she was getting. She felt so warm and sexy. I loved being inside of her thighs and I could have stayed there forever, tasting and smelling her sweet juices.

She raised her hips more and her body tensed as she held her breath. She let loose with a powerful orgasm that brought her ass even farther off the sofa, her body writhing in waves, and her moans louder with cries of "Yes, oh yes! Yes, baby, oh!"

I did my best to stay on her button, licking her as she bucked. I slowed down as her orgasm subsided, and leaned my head over to face her thigh. I kissed her thigh as she breathed heavily, taking in her scent and catching my breath myself. Donna laid there for several minutes while I kept my place between her thighs.

"Go get me a cigarette."

I did as she asked, and lit it for her. As she sat there slowly smoking her cigarette as I waited. I waited for what was to come next, what I had been waiting for all this time. I waited for the sexual relief I had longed for and now surely expected. I couldn't wait to get started but I knew what I had to. I had to wait for her instruction.

"That's all. Thank you. I'll let you know when I need something."

I couldn't believe it. I looked at her with my mouth open, staring at her in disbelief. I knew I couldn't say what I was thinking though. I had gotten this far and didn't want to upset her. I wanted to tell her she was a bitch, and driving me fucking crazy. She had to be crazy to think I was going to walk out of there with a raging case of blue balls.

Instead I walked to the door. As I reached for the handle she said, "One more thing, Jonathan. No jacking off tonight. From now on I'll let you know when you're allowed to cum."

As I stood there facing the door with my back to her I took a deep breath. I turned around and looked at her and said instinctively "Yes ma'am." Donna smiled and I turned around and left.

I walked down the sidewalk to where I had parked against the curb thinking about everything that had happened and how it had come to this. How had I gotten from taking this woman and seducing her to her controlling me? Taking advantage of me? Using me?

As I drove home it started to come to me. That first evening she had asked me over to fix her pool, laying a foundation of me working for her. She had asked me to stay and swim. She had asked me to eat with her. She had "let" me seduce her, feeling how wonderful sex with her could be. Starting with that evening she had set forth a plan to control me and today she set the final part in place where now she controlled my orgasms. She spun a web that I walked right into and she had me exactly where she wanted me.

I was wondering why I did it, why I let her continue to tell me what to do. I thought I should just stop listening to her and get back on with my own life. I took a breath through my nose and smelled her juices that were still on my face. Her scent was so sexy and I remembered how she had felt and tasted. I remembered how I had made her feel, the pleasure I had brought her. I remembered the way her body bucked and the sounds she made when I made her cum. I remembered the way she looked down at me when she opened her eyes back up. I remembered that I would do whatever she said.