She sits on her million-dollar heaven couch, while the clicking noises of pans and cutleries filled the room, rich people have machines for everything. With the looks of her kitchen, I only needed to supervise my cooking. There was an easy way to do things.
Sometimes I feel I used the wrong instrument, for the wrong job, but oh well it does my work, after the whole tour in the kitchen my special bolognese was ready and I serve it on a golden plate,
With an apron tied on my nude, I watch her take her first fork full of spag, and the stunned look on her face was all I needed to know, I had beaten all her restaurant-made dishes, she drops another in her mouth, and my heart explodes with joy.
“ good boy,” she says, and I pat myself on the back, on her behalf, “ thanks my lord,” I say to her, she smirks at me, and her oddly aged wrinkles show, she's really pretty, just too pretty for her lifestyles, she would fit right into men, arm and I bet he would be so damn amazed that he has such a beautiful woman by his side.
“Can I eat now your highness?” She taps the empty chair beside her and I seat, no one hasn't tasted my food, and becomes intrigued by it, we eat in silence and I appreciate her table manners, at least she doesn’t care about hobbies and other things some people ask that I am not even aware humans should possess.
After that, I cleared the dishes and tidied them, but she was nowhere to be found, so I went to my room to explore my new closet. She isn’t a fan of clothes. I wonder what might be inside.
After taking my warm shower I set out to explore just to be stunned by lines of costumes. What the fuck is penny wise outfit doing in my room, there were merely any outdoor clothes for an occasion but damn I was in a clown's closet. Why the fuck would she want to fuck people wearing this
It was something I never thought excited women, but women being women, they have very weird fantasies about life as a whole, but Sinclair had finally exceeded the next level of crazy.
I dress in the the only normal brand of a t-shirt I saw, and free my dick, her royal highness doesn’t like it anyway and I quote, “ she likes to see what she paid for
I hear a bell ring, and I know I am in no synagogue, it must mean something. I walk out of my room, with my cock dangling like a flag, she was nowhere to be found, and I walk into the dungeon. She calls a sex room, and there she was all dressed in lacy black with a whip in her hand, my heart skips a beat, what the fuck does she want to do with that?
“Which of you,” she says, and I walk in slowly, slow music playing in the background, a love song. I bet it’s her fantasy, she points to the bed, and I walk towards it, my head slightly bowed, and I pull on my T-shirt, it won’t be necessary knowing she paid for all my body.
She walks towards a closet and brings out a box, I do a random guess, maybe it’s a nipple clip, but no, I was bought by a psycho, she brings out lacy black pants and tosses them on the bed, this time it was bigger than the one I wore earlier, what’s her obsession with pants?
“Thanks, mistress” she didn’t smile in return and I tell myself she means business this time around, “eagle position,” she says and I do just that, laying like a dead man, she walks over to me, and could see her dress well now.
Her outfit matches my pants, and I think this would be our sex life for a year, she cuffs me on the bed, and I could feel my heart beat even faster. I have never been the submissive part of sex, always the dominant,
She cuffs my leg as well, and then I could see her cheek arch as she smirks at the sight before her. I thought of mind-blowing sex while bondage gets me and I could feel arousal already.
She leaned over, running her tongue on my neck, she kissed me slightly, and I folded my fingers in amusement, she does this over again, my legs were immobile but damn, my neck is so sensitive. I had no idea until I felt her tongue just on the right spot.
She traces the very spot behind my earlobe and a hiss escapes my mouth. I feel her hands on my dick, she engulfs my balls with her hands, squeezes it, like a squishy ball, then her lips found mine
She kisses so sweet and tender, and damn I am In love already, her lips were just perfectly tender on mine, and so was her hand, and slowly I could feel my Dick harden from the stunt she was performing.
“ Are you used to anal?” she says, “ no mistress” she hisses slightly and spanks my dick, “fuck” she slaps it again, and I feel my vein stretch as I try pulling my hands from the bondage. I see her lean over, seating just above me
She was in lingerie too, which she runs on my chest, her moist cunt smeared its juice on my chest, and I see her roll her eyes at the sensation my chest hair must have given her, she does this again, and I groan deeply as I imagine my dick in her pussy
She rides on my chest, and then slowly moves toward my lips.
“Fuck me with your mouth”
She commands, my tongue shifts her lace slightly as I found her pussy. I have been waiting for so long, I want to know what an aged pussy tastes like