Stella looked into the mirror at herself. She was dressed exactly as he had told her he wanted her to be. She could remember his call exactly. He never gave her mundane conversation. It was always short, direct and to the point.
"You will wear the blue plaid skirt, a white blouse, white socks and the black and white Buster Brown shoes." He didn't have to tell her no bra or panties. she was never allowed to wear them in his presence.
Stella was a kept young woman. She had not thought of herself that way but that was the reality of it all. She did his bidding when he told her and how he wanted. She had no other lovers. She even masturbated in the manner he had instructed her to. She could use only the dildo and vibrator that he had brought her. It was half his size in width and two inches shorter. He had told her that he never wanted anything in her holes that would stretch them. That was his job.
Stella was excited about his visit. It had been almost a month since she had last been with him. Their relationship was a strange one but one that she had grown used to. She felt that familiar wetness begin to start between her thighs.
Damn! Just the thought of his coming could get her this way. She applied the last touch to her appearance. She picked up the lip-gloss and applied it to her soft full lips. Looking in the mirror, Stella had to smile. She looked exactly like a young high school girl. And that was how he wanted her to look.
Sitting on the sofa in the apartment that he paid for, Stella sat to wait for him to enter. He was always on time. She couldn't stop her legs from opening and closing, causing the muscles in her pussy to pulse as she did. The desire to reach between her thighs and finger her cunt was strong, but she knew better than to do it now.
She heard the keys outside the door and her heart beat faster. The door opened and she saw him come in. He was always dressed so fine! Pants with a crease so sharp you could almost cut your finger on them. A nice shirt and shined shoes. She looked up at his face and smiled. He just stared at her as he closed the door.
He walked over to the counter where she had placed a glass, ice and his favorite liquor. Stella watched him pouring his drink then walk over to her. "Have you been a good girl Stella?" She looked up into his face. He was so fuckin' handsome. "Yes Sir!" He set the drink down on the coaster that was always there and unzipped his pants. Stella could feel her cunt get wetter. He pulled out his dick. Even soft he was big.
Stella looked straight at his dick. The head was smooth with the big pee hole in the center. It looked almost like a cap sitting on a shaft. His shaft was thick and she could see the thick veins that wrapped around it. Soft he was about 6 inches long. It would only get about two inches longer, but it would swell and fatten.
Without saying a word, he cupped his hands behind her head and eased her mouth forward. Stella gave a soft moan as her lips closed over the head. She heard him sigh, as her tongue started to work on the cock head. He had taught her exactly how he wanted her to suck his dick and she had learned to love it.
Slowly she washed the head with her tongue. She softly sucked and nibbled on it, letting him feel her teeth gently scraping the skin. She looked up into his eyes and found him staring down at her. Another moan escaped her lips.
"You are such a nasty slut! Look at how eager you are to feel my dick in your mouth. Suck it! That's it! Make it grow. Make it so big that you have a hard time fitting it down your throat. You're my dick sucking, cum drinking little whore aren't you Stella?"
Stella took her mouth from his dick. A thin line of pre-cum and saliva stretched from his dick to her lips. She could smell the sweetness from her candy-flavored lip-gloss. She licked her lips and smiled at him.
"Yes Sir! I'm your dick sucking, cum drinking slut whore. You made me this way and I love it!
He smiled at her and her world lit up. "Open your blouse whore. Let me see those big melon tits." Stella unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it from her skirt. He gazed at her tits. Stella was not a tall curvy woman. In fact, she was short and fat.
She had tits the size of melon and a big wide ass. Her nipples shined with the same lip-gloss that she had applied to her lips. He didn't touch her tits, just looked at them. But she could see that he was growing excited.
Without being told to, she bent her head and once again had his dick in her mouth. This time, she worked her head back and forth slowly. She could feel him growing fatter in her mouth. Stella had a small mouth and he filled her nicely.
She felt his hand on the back of her head and settled herself more comfortably. Guiding her, he pushed in until she gagged. Once! Twice! Again and again, he fucked her mouth making her take almost every inch. Stella knew that if he wanted to, he could fuck her mouth for a long time without Cumming.
After a couple of minutes, he withdrew. Stella reached up and unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned his pants and they dropped to the floor. Letting him step from them she picked them up and folded them neatly. She slowly pulled his boxers down and folded them also.
Pushing his semi-hard dick against his stomach, she bent her head and licked down the shaft until her tongue touched his hairy balls. Stella heard him moan and smiled to herself.
"You miss this don't you slut? You love to use your mouth to give me pleasure. Don't you whore?"
Stella looked up at him, never stopping her tongue from licking his balls. "Yes Sir! I play with my soaked pussy thinking about the things you do to me. The things you make me do with you."
Stella's hands were sliding up and down his thick hairy thighs. She reached around and caressed his hairy ass. She could feel her pussy throbbing. It had been a month since she had felt him fill her cunt with his delicious dick. Why did he always make her wait so long?
"Would you still love to do this if I stopped giving you money slut? Would you still suck my dick, lick my balls and let me fuck you the way I do if I didn't pay you?"
Stella was hurt. She knew that he did this only to make her react. And each time he did, she came close to tears. How could he think that it was only his money that made her act this way? Couldn't he see how much she loved him?
Stella sniffed back the tears that were welling in her eyes. "I would do this even if you didn't give me one dime! I would do whatever you wanted me to do if you did nothing for me. I would do it because I love you. Why can't you believe me when I tell you that?"
He smiled and stroked her hair. Placing his dick between her soft lips, he pushed slowly. This time Stella relaxed. She felt him push to the back of her throat. She took a breath then let it out slowly. He pushed even more. Stella felt him push down into her throat.
He had taught her to take all of him. And it had taken a while but she had learned. She had to! He fucked her throat slowly. She knew that she would have a sore throat and not be able to talk tomorrow but she didn't care. He was getting pleasure and that was all that mattered.
She could feel him pulsing his dick as he slowly fucked her throat. He never rushed when she would deep-throat him. He always wanted it to last. Feeling his hard fat dick pushing in and out of her throat always caused her to climax.
Stella wrapped her hands around his hairy ass and held him tight. She began to shake and buck her body. Her eyes closed as she felt her crème oozing down her slit. But she didn't stop. She wouldn't stop until he told her to. It seemed like she had gone into sub-space just from having her throat fucked. He did things to her that no other man ever did.
She felt him pulling his dick free. Breathing hard, Stella opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looked down at her and smiled. Helping her to her feet, he sipped his drink. Stella stood by him not saying a word. He took a big gulp from his glass then pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
The mouth full of liquor he had was pushed into her mouth as they kissed. Back and forth they shared his drink. This was the only way he allowed Stella to drink when he came to visit. Each would swallow a little until it was gone then their tongues would duel.
Stella was breathing hard when he pulled away. He led her over to her desk. Not an ordinary desk, this one was made of fine oak. It was very heavy. Stella smiled as he gently bent her over the desk. She shivered as his hands caressed her big fat ass thru her skirt.
She felt him slowly easing the short plaid skirt up until it was bunched up over her hips. Then he was caressing her soft ass cheeks. "I'm glad that you have such a nice ass. So soft and fat. If you were skinny, I don't think I would want to be bothered with you. You could never give me pleasure if you were one of those skinny whores."
Stella smiled. To others she was a short fat dumpy woman. To him she was all that he wanted. Oh she knew that he had another that he visited. And she knew that he treated her the same way that she was treated. But there was no jealousy there. In fact, the two of them were very close.
She felt his hands caressed her naked skin, causing her to shiver. Then she felt his fingers stroking up and down the crack. Stella sighed as she bent forward causing her ass cheeks to spread wide.
