The familiar buzz of a message stirs me from the catatonic pleasure of the warm water cascading over my shoulders. I shut off the shower, and still dripping, dry my hands and reach for my phone.
‘Door, position, 10 minutes’
My stomach flips and my face breaks into the usual smirk.
10 minutes? Bugger, I’ve already used up 2 of those. I roughly dry my skin, pleased I’d used my expensive perfumed shower cream. Braiding my damp blonde hair quickly and applying moisturiser took just a minute or two more as I look at my shining eyes in the illuminated bathroom mirror. No need to strip I muse to myself wryly.
I rather ungainly skip down the carpeted staircase, setting my phone on the console, dimming the lights and positioning myself as requested. A position so familiar, yet my heart still beats fast. Sir likes to know my bpm in moments like this, to see how he impacts my very physiology. I check on my watch, 91bpm. He’ll like that.
Knees bent, my legs tucked neatly under my bare bottom. Hands on my knees, painted dark red nails shiny, nipples hard and puckered. They always seem that way but tonight they’re harder than ever. The wooden floor is cool and hard below my limbs.
A minute or so of quiet until I hear the familiar engine, it shuts off and I involuntarily hold my breath as I hear the unhurried footsteps approach, just inches from me. The door swings wide open, revealing me to the world. He know how deliciously uncomfortable this is for me; anyone could see my submission. The cool evening air rushes in and around me, I shiver but I don’t move. Position I tell myself, position.
After what seems like forever sir steps in and closes the door, slowly. It clicks and I feel the twist of desire and heat spread from just above my smooth mound down and across, like a smouldering bonfire. I fidget a little, subconsciously conferring my state.
Sir walks away, and I’m left in the hallway alone. Position I remind myself.
A minute, maybe more passes, I focus on the burning smoulder between my legs and the sensation of a single evidential drip sliding down the cleft from my pussy to my ass.
Footsteps return, sir stands over me and observes. “Lie down” he says quietly and firmly. I scramble to comply, feeling my ass and back press into cold wood. “Touch yourself” he says, and I do. Three fingers strumming across my puffy lips, trapping my swollen achy clit underneath. He knows exactly how I do this, I’ve performed umpteen times before him, exposed and vulnerable. Bringing myself to the edge over and over again under his close observation. And then begging for permission to cum, writhing and breathless and entirely without shame. Today is no different.
Sir is naked, and hard. He stokes his thick cock as he stands over me, observing my show, a fire in his eyes. “Look at you” he says “so needy and desperate” “you can’t help yourself can you?”
I groan in response, he’s right of course. I can’t help it at all, I’m utterly addicted to this. He smirks “what a desperate whore you are, waiting for it aren’t you?” “My greedy filthy fucktoy”
We both know what I’m waiting for. I cum last if at all and only have a chance to do so once sir has decorated my body with his hot cum, the gift I desire so desperately. As it should be, as it is. I am his cumslut.
He strokes harder, as I furiously rub and writhe on the floor like the desperate slut I am. With a groan he cums, I feel the hot spurts rain down on me, driving me even closer to the edge. “Please can I cum sir” I gasp “please”.
A pause, an agonising pause as I rub and rub and shudder. Sir watches, milking the last drops from his cock.
“Cum slut, now” he says and I do with a gasp and a groan that imprints his utter ownership of this orgasm. I gush across the floor shuddering against it, the spasms like concentric circles across my entire body. “Fuck” I whisper into the semi darkness.
“Bpm?” He says after few moments. I laugh despite myself “123” I reply.
He smiles and responds “good girl” as he lifts cum from my left breast and feeds it to me. I suck his finger hungrily and then feel myself scooped up into a warm cuddle. “Another shower?” Sir says. “Yes please, wash my back?” I reply.
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