Domestic service

I wake up happy, satisfied... I shower, do some chores around the house and ask the young master if I can come over. He responds quickly, tells me yes.

I asked him if he knew how to cook, so I told him with time, hinting that I wanted to cook for him (I mean to feed him, dirty minds) so I dress up, put on sweatpants, no underwear, it makes me feel more accessible, easier, I don't know how to put it, but it turns me on not wearing anything under the sweatpants.

I go for a walk to his house, ring the doorbell, he opens up, I go up the stairs and see him with a smile on his face, damn, two thoughts come to mind, he's happy that I'm coming (great!!!!) and another, what a handsome bastard he is, what a smile, what beautiful teeth, the beard, the curly hair, that pronounced Adam's apple... I'm not interested in men's physique, but it must be recognized that he's a stallion for show.

My mouth waters thinking about that little ass I savored, that sweetness, it reminds me of the times I've been able to taste a delicious pussy...

I go in and ask him, what should I do, sir? And he reminds me about the cooking, and asks me if I can make him some lentils... I find it endearing, I tell him of course, sir, I see what he has and go down to a Covirán next door to buy what he's missing.

I go back up and once in action I undress completely and put on an apron, I ask him, do you mind if I do it like this, sir? And he says, no, no, I'm delighted! And he laughs.

He stands behind me and starts sticking a finger in my anus, I think, how nice that he takes the initiative, that he makes a move, that he does things, because he's more timid and I see that it's hard for him.

I tell him, it's open... because I was at the other house yesterday, so he inserts another finger, and tells me, yes, it shows... is there... semen?

I tell him, nooo, I cleaned up before coming, relax and he says, I wouldn't have minded, it's okay. And I... Ok sir, but I think it's disrespectful to come without being clean. He repeats, no, chill, I wouldn't have minded.

I get started on the lentils, he sits to watch how I make them, says he's learning like this. He's sitting in the kitchen, in pajamas that his mother surely bought him, he's barefoot and I see his feet, his semi-erect dick also hanging between the fabric, his straight shoulders, his strong hands... I bring up the subject of sports, he tells me he plays football, that he has always played and less so now but he still does. I tell him that he knows I can give him a massage when he needs it.

He brings up the subject, what caught their attention, why I do this, and I try to explain it to him, he doesn't seem very convinced, he tells me that at first he thought it was some kind of blackmail and I told him that my only goal was for him to be happy, that anything other than that didn't interest me.

He told me he had had a partner, but they had broken up, although not definitively, but practically and that she was not living in Vitoria, and that he felt lonely in this city because he hardly knows anyone and he also doesn't handle household things and when he saw my ad he found it attractive and that he was also in need of sex, that he was quite sexually active and needed to release and that seeing me so available turned him on. He also told me he had really liked the ass stuff the other day and that he wouldn't mind trying things. I told him a bit about what I had done, my previous relationships, and what men I had been with usually liked to do, but that he had to find his own likes, that he didn't have to be a dominant man who enjoys humiliating and mistreating others, and he told me he didn't know, he didn't have that drive, but that having me so submissive in front of him, he admitted it was nice for him. I told him, well that's a step.

I tell him, you can try, no problem, explore, do you want to slap me? And he asks, can I? And I tell him, of course, if you want to. And he slaps me, I thank him, he slaps me again, I thank him. I tell him, can you spit on me, can you pee on me, can you fuck me violently, do and try whatever you want.

He approaches my face and spits on me, between my eyes and nose, the saliva falls on my face, he gets a little closer to my upper lip and I stick out my tongue and lick his saliva. I thank him again... He stares at me, in the eyes, I know he likes the situation because I can tell by the bulge in his pajamas. He sees me looking at his bulge and asks, do you want to suck my dick? And I say yes, sir. Ask me nicely, he tells me... I say, please, could I suck your dick?

He tells me get on your knees and ask me nicely again.

I get on my knees, look him in the eyes, and say, please, sir, could I suck your dick?

He spits on me again and tells me, go on, you've earned it.

I pull down his pajama pants and see his curly and dark pubic hair, his dick with a thick and prominent vein, his hanging balls and I can't believe my luck that a male lets me savor that delicacy. So I proceed to enjoy it eagerly, savoring a small drop of precum that tastes like true bliss. He starts fucking my mouth and tells me, I want to fuck you, I want to fill your ass with cum like they did yesterday.

He pushes my head away and grabs my hair, leads me to the sofa in the living room, and tells me to get there, on all fours. I hurry over still wearing the apron. He thrusts into me in one go, it's very hot, he starts pounding hard, gives me spanks every now and then, tells me, do you like it, bitch? And I say yes, sir! Moan like a bitch! And I moan so that my master sees that I enjoy it, and he says, here it comes!!! And he cums, pushes it all the way in... He tightens, he wants his sperm to go deep inside, I want it too. I grab his ass to push it deeper inside, I want to feel him like that, inside me. At this moment I am more his than ever.

He collapses on the couch, I quickly go to clean him, kiss his balls...

Wow, amazing! He says. What a fuck!

I thank him. I say, can I go to the kitchen? I have to finish the lentils. And he says, yes, go on, wow...

I finish making the lentils, keep an eye on him from time to time, he's still on the couch, relaxed.

I clean the kitchen, wash up, put the lentils in a large tupperware, give him the food, wait for him to eat, clean everything up and leave. We talk normally, he tells me about his work and I tell him about mine.

When I leave I thank him again, tell him he made me very happy. He laughs and says, I'm glad. Could you come back on Wednesday? And I say, yes, for sure.

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