Lucky girl

I have completed all my chores. Run his bath, brought him a cool drink. Ensured the house is warm and clean. Dinner is made. He strokes my hair and tells me I've been a good girl. I'm allowed to smoke a cigarette and have a drink myself. I am told I am allowed to go and get changed.

I shuffle off my day clothes and step into the shower. I'm already made up, my hair is curled into it's quite of black. I scrub myself clean for him, dry, moisturise and slip into the appropriate attire, lace black knickers, hold ups and a black silk gown that I have tied under my bust, like a daisy duke shirt. I twist in the mirror. Enough skin but not that much. Whorish. Perfect.

I fix him another drink and light his cigarette I ask if I'm allowed to pleasure him, I have asked before but was told I had to wait. Waiting burns. He allows me to suck him. It's delicious and soothing. My mind is fluid and wanders and listens to his murmurs of pleasure. He strokes he fingers over the cheeks of my bottom. Running them low between the line of black lace and swollen hot fleshy lip. I am soaking. He let's me continue you pleasure him and then tells me enough.

He tells me to stand up, he picks a few cushions up from the sofa and chucks them onto the wooden floor. "Down. Arse up. Touch yourself". I get down on the floor. He starts to hit me. Hard even spanks. I'm purring and phasing out. My watery eyes stare along the wooden floor as my body absorbs the hit. I can see every flick of dust and rivet in the boards. I can hear air and feel the arousal seeping out. He removes my knickers. They're completely sodden. They're down on my calves. He gently slides his fingers into me and I moan all guttural like an animal. He keeps probing and stretching. There's fingers in my cunt and my arse. Hands on me. I am lost. I squirt hard all over the floor and my already soaked underwear. He keeps playing. I drop my hand from between my legs and bliss out completely. Who knows if it feels good.

He sighs in a satisfied way "Thats enough for now."