novelzi Chapter 11: Good Dumpster Whore (1)
Chapter 11: Good Dumpster Whore (1)
Chapter 11: Good Dumpster Whore (1)
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I wait, as I usually do at this time of day, in the foyer in front of the front door. Naked, sitting in my submissive posture - heels under my ass, knees spread wide to show him what is his, hands clasped behind my back. I've put on my nipple clamps and pussy clamps so I am wide open and bejeweled for him when he walks in the door. The nipple clamps have red jewels hanging down that sway when I crawl, the chain from them leading to my pussy clamps that keep me open for his perusal and pleasure. I've put in a lubed red-jeweled anal plug for later. I am lotioned and cleaned out and ready for him as expected.
When I hear the beep of the door opening, I thrust my tits out and push my hands further towards the floor so that I am on full display.
He walks in and closes the door behind him. Dropping his keys on the entryway table, he picks up the mail on the table and takes a casual look. After he is done there, he glances at me on the floor waiting for him. He slowly walks over, taps my chin, and says "Piss".
I unbuckle his belt, leaving it in the loops. Unbutton his trousers and pull down the zip. He is soft when I reach in and pull him out. I pull out his dick and put the head in my mouth and suckle lightly until the warm flow of his piss fills my mouth. He regulates his flow so I am not overwhelmed but I take it all. All the while, he strokes my jaw softly.
"Such a good dumpster whore you are my love."
When I've finished, I clean him up, taking his full length in my mouth and licking away any leftovers. I tuck his semi-hard dick back in his pants, zip him up, button his button and buckle his trousers. It's obscene really, how hard he is in his trousers. I wonder if he likes being confined again; restrained. He slowly looks around and apparently not seeing what he is looking for he asksNôv(el)B\\jnn
"Maria? Is she ready for us?"
Keeping my eyes on the floor I reply, "Yes, Sir. She is in the kitchen." It is my job to answer his questions with exactly the amount of information he has asked for - nothing more and nothing less. There is a freedom in that I think. I do not have to entertain or fill loud silences with incessant chatter. I am brought back to the bare bones of myself as a person and it is peaceful here in my mind. I am content.
He walks off and swings his head around the open doorway to the kitchen,
"Maria, we are ready. Please bring an empty side plate as well."
"Yes Sir" I hear in reply from the kitchen. Maria is the chef, housekeeper and general go to woman for all things domestic in our home. She occasionally plays with us as well which is fortunate as she is stunning.
He turns towards me again. "Crawl. Assume your position."
"Good fucking whore. Now sit back on all fours." he says.
I pull back to all fours by his chair, head looking at the ground. All of a sudden, on the floor beneath my face, is the side plate with a couple pieces of steak and a couple green beans covered in a cream sauce; his cum.
"Eat. No hands per usual like the filthy slut you are. I expect you to clean it."
He repositions his chair sideways, sits down and crosses one ankle of his knee and watches me whilst drinking the rest of his wine. As suspected, I make a fucking mess. Cum mixed with steak juice all over my face but I have managed to lick the plate clean.
"Good girl. Come here and let me finish cleaning you up because you have made a mess." With that, he gently wipes my face with his napkin.
"Sit back on your heels, hands behind your back." he says. "Maria! I'm ready for dessert!" He slightly raises his voice. Maria saunters in swaying her hips and tits.
"Yes, Sir. Where would you like me?" she says.
"Move these dishes. Ass on the edge of the table, shoes on my shoulder and lay on your back."
While she tidies the dishes further down the table, he repositions his chair back to its original position in front of the head of the table. Maria assumes the required position. Her pussy is glistening with her arousal already. Sir leans over and flicks the front of her dress up for even better access and then he feasts. All I can hear are wet sucking noises, as he devours her. He isnt gentle; he is matter of fact and gets straight to it. Eating her pussy with nips and licks and sucks until she is screaming out. She comes so hard, so creamy it's made a mess down her thighs and Sir's face. He leans back staring at her pussy for a while then picks up the spare napkin and wipes his face clean.
"That was a delicious dinner as usual my dear. And dessert was even better." he winks at her as she raises herself onto her forearms to look at him, eyes glazed from her orgasm.
He looks to me:
"Whore, clean her up with your tongue."
"Yes, Sir." I say.
Once he has pushed back from the table and left the room, I stiffly stand and lean over the table where Maria is still laid out. Bending in half, I hover over her pussy appreciating the smell and sight before diving in. Starting with her thighs, I use the flat of my tongue to lap up all of the drying cum on her inner thighs. Slowly, I move up to her puffy lips, licking a caressing as I go with my tongue. Because I can't use my hands, I use my nose first to slide into her slit opening her up before devouring every bit of cum I can from inside her lips and her pussy hole. She moans and writhes on the table but doesn't touch me. Once I am done, I return to my position on my heels, hands tucked behind my back, tits out on display with all my jewels on view.
"Good dumpster whore" she taps my head like a dog, picks up the plates, wine glass, extra plate from the floor and the two napkins and heads back to the kitchen, hips swaying.