As much as I loved seeing the family and enjoying times with the people I grew up with, it’s always nice to be at the home Master-Sir created for us. Where we have the friends that make our everyday lives so rewarding.
He was there to pick up from the airport as He was to take us there a week ago. Now He has collected our bags and walked with Master-Sir to the car. I always loved the way they seemed to be able to talk so well to each other despite the age differences. Being the gentleman that His parents have instilled in Him, He opened the car door for me to get in. As much as I believed it to be an act of male kindness, the way He stood at the side of the door and how it gave Him a perfect view as I sat down, to notice if I was indeed not wearing panties. I paused long enough to make sure Master-Sir was aware and that my young chauffeur saw that I was nude under my skirt. His smile proved that He was happy with the results.
At home, He opened my door and waited for me to exit before retrieving the bags as I was almost there to do the same. He again walked with my Owner into the garage then into the house. My Owner stopped at the door into the kitchen, pointing to the shelf where I normally put my clothing. No words were spoken as I knew what He meant. Even with our house guest, a rule is a rule. They continued into the house as I stopped to remove my clothing. Assuming my natural role as the naked House Wench. entering to find my two “men” at the kitchen counter talking. I quickly retrieved fresh drinks for them. A beer for my Owner and a soft drink for our young friend.
I tried to hide my nerves as I handed them their drinks. My being naked in the house is normal, but with new people, the negative thoughts and body shaming issues of my youth come back to haunt me.
Master-Sir wanted to tell us that He was happy with the trip but more happy to be back home. Stating that It’s good to be with friends. Reminding our guest that He has been here a few times as a guest. However, we don’t want Him to think of himself as a guest in our home anymore. But to think of Himself as a friend of the family. Hinting that there are certain things in this household that do not go beyond these doors. He smiled and agreed. as well as thanked up for our hospitality.
Our young friend smiled and the men clanked glass in a cheer to the comment/toast. I smiled as well. Knowing there was a reason to this announcement, just not really sure what it was yet. In the past, when He has been here, I have either been gone or was dressed and kept to myself as much as possible. Leaving them to be alone to talk about “men stuff”.
Our friend smiled at me as I was assured that He was ok again, with me being naked around Him. He has only known me a short time, a few months and in that time, I was His family’s weekly maid while the lady of the house went about dealing with a family emergency, He had shared many youthful secrets, good and bad, with me in confidence as I had cleaned. While discussing His limited dating life, He had also been able to catch sneak peeks of my hanging tits inside a low cut top or open blouse. Maybe I helped Him see them… Or like the opening of the car door, He got to see if I was wearing panties or not and noticed that each time I was bare giving me His smile for approval.
The girls He would date was all the safe kind. Nice girls, sweet, friendly yet not too popular so they were as well, not too experienced either. They would like the friendship of a male figure like Him as well as the companionship without having any ego or feelings of “I can do better”. All the things that I had experienced in my younger years of school and college. The outcast not having that perfect, acceptable body shape, we seemed to have bonded over those chats.
As Master-Sir assured our friend, that He is welcomed to stay awhile and keep me company as i unpacked the bags. Master-Sir had some important phone calls to make in His office. I reached for the bags to take them upstairs, He grabbed them for me while still assuring me that He was very comfortable and in fact, enjoying this older woman with saggy tits being naked in the house, her house, with Him. I was still unsure about the little hints and comments Master-Sir had made, but they were starting to come clear as we went into the Master bedroom and He finally asked me about my nudity.
My stock vanilla answer is to respond that I enjoy being nude around the house and that my “man” likes me to be that way. So if others are not offended, I’m always naked at home. He seemed happy with that answer as I noted a rise in the crotch of His jeans.
Please don’t ask as I am not really sure how the events unfolded other to say I offered Him an opportunity to be pleased with my nudity. That I was serious when told His happiness was important to me. As I was unpacking my bag in my bedroom, I soon found myself on the bed, doggie style and His beautiful, stiff cock anxiously pushing into my ass and both of us grunting like two dogs in heat.
When His cock had first slipped into my tight ass, He proclaimed the feeling as being “Amazingly awesome” as I felt the head pass the ring muscle, I had to agree. In a panting, shaking voice, He told me that He had never been “this way” with a woman or a girl before. Actually, I think it was more of a “Holy fuck, this is amazing. never been allowed to it do this way before!” He was doing very well for a first timer!
Oh My God! His cock was so wonderful to feel. He was at first in a hurry to ride me, I knew He would not last. So I tried to slow His impending eruption down hoping I could have some time to enjoy the feeling. Telling Him I was not going anywhere so He could slow down to enjoy the ride. He was very proper in size in the right ways and was touching each nerve as He pushed it all the way in and pulled it out until just the head was at the muscle ring like I had coaxed Him to do. Causing me a little pain with a lot of pleasure. When not panting or groaning, I was wondering how it would feel in my neglected pussy.
As much as I was enjoying His power over me and fucking my ass, I was still thinking about my neglected pussy and wondering. I should be thankful that Master-Sir is allowing my ass to be used. So I tried to focus on the pleasure of what’s in my ass.
A young man always has more endurance than an older man and I knew this young stud was certainly not a virgin. But i didn’t know He had THIS much stamina. All this stroking in and out and hearing Him pant and proclaim His joy of anal sex, I started to feel the building of a climax. He stopped and even got a little stiffer when I would ask permission to cum. The idea that a girl would ask for His approval to have one, seemed to make Him be a little more of a man and He loudly approved my request as He pushed His cock all in like a fast moving tank breaking a brick wall. Just making me cum a little harder and noisier.
As I was feeling the waves and seeing the rainbows, I was feeling the warmth of the condom filling with His cum and hearing His loud grunt of pleasure.
He had filled my ass once and after a brief rest, wanted a second try with my pussy a few minutes after I properly knelt to remove His condom and suck His cock clean. He never went entirely soft. While I was licking His stiff cock, His hands were groping and pulling on my tits. He seemed like a pro when without a word, He moved me back into a position for another fuck.
I had to stop His pussy penetration with an excuse. As much as my heart and my slutty mind was wanting Him there and I could justify it by telling my Owner that He Himself, told me to offer our friends what they wanted, and this new friend wanted a shot at an old sloppy pussy. I knew it was still off limits until told otherwise.
As well, I knew at this point, my desire for a cock in my pussy would make me have a powerful orgasm and that I would most likely have it before He had His without time to ask permission, I was not ready for the punishment that would create. Knowing that even this was borderline punishable to the point where Master-Sir may even have Him watch as I am flogged for disobedience. My mind would not let me chance it.
Yes, I stopped Him. Telling him a white lie that really wasn’t. That I really do prefer sucking cock. Something He was really ready for. A real woman wanting to give Him a blowjob. No questions, no begging, no tricks. Just want to suck His beautiful hard cock. A dream He has had for a long time came true as I slipped back off the bed and onto the floor. Between His legs to see all His Manliness.
Like others, He was not aware of the benefits of a well-groomed area, I will change that! At this point, I didn’t care either. His cock was solid and standing tall. Any taller and it may hit the ceiling. His smile, looking at the old nude slave at His feet lit up the city.
His cock filled my mouth as my nose touched His pubic hair, His cock tip hit the back of my mouth nicely. Like father, almost like son. He enjoyed the feeling of my rhythm as His hands were back to exploring the huge tits hanging at His side. He commented on how I never used my hands while devouring His manhood. Something my Owner proudly taught me to avoid. Pure cock sucking till the end. And thankfully He was in no hurry to cum the second time.
I had to stop a few times to remind Him that I am a big girl in all the ways imaginable. You can’t hurt me by being too rough. To use me as He wants to. Be rough with my tits if that’s what you want. Pull, pinch, grab. Just play, please! Apparently that what He wanted as His cock made another move. Like with Jason, I am the toy you can learn on and not worry about ever breaking.
Finally, He stiffened up, grunted a little louder and fell back on the bed. I knew He was about to erupt and I was ready to be choked. I was happy to learn that His cock did not disappoint as He pulled it out a little more as I felt it pulse and I began to taste my reward. Swallowing it as fast as He poured into me, I tried not to giggle or choke as I heard Him pant and strain to not scream from His release.
The second time was longer in all the ways possible. After He finally fed me His last load and I was swallowing it with glee, His cock still was not going down. There was no way He was ready for a third round? I wasn’t and thankfully neither was he. His smile was breaking records, but He told me not to worry. He was shocked, surprised and amazed He came twice. He wanted to rest now. But the erection made it difficult.
Did he tell me not to worry? He was hard and it was hurting a little as well. Would I mind if “we” just covered up? I told Him how sweet that was. But if He didn’t mind, I will cover Him up then finish unpacking. By instinct, I kissed His feet then covered Him with a blanket. He quickly fell asleep. Still semi-hard and still smiling. I went to refresh our drinks, then to finish unpacking. Occasionally checking to make sure His cock was slowly going soft.
Afterward, I went down to Master-Sir’s office, knelt at His side and told Him what had happened. He smiled. Giving me the words I live for “Good slave”. Shortly afterward, The sleeping beauty came downstairs, all dressed, smiling and apologetic. Master-Sir assured Him there was nothing to be apologetic for. He was welcomed here anytime and hoped that He enjoyed the “Tip” for His chauffeuring services. He smiled and agreed.
I walked Him to the door, He gave me a kiss and thanked me, telling me this will be our secret. I said it was truly my pleasure and He walked away.
Back in Master-Sir’s office, He had me recount the events in all the details. He was proud of me for being so gracious as He unbuckeld His pants and fed my mouth His cock as my reward.
I am home and it feels good to be of service again.