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Story: Obeying the Owner
Way to crush my ego, Mae. She’d rather sleep than talk with me.
Does tomorrow night still work for you?
Yes. I’m looking forward to it.
Okay, she made up for her earlier remark.
So am I. See you at seven.
Yes, sir.
That little vixen.
Go to sleep like a good girl.
Yes, sir.
And now my dick’s hard, and I’m wishing she were here to do something about it.
I set my phone on the nightstand and slide my hand inside my boxer briefs, fisting my cock. Closing my eyes, I call up the memory of Mae kneeling between my legs as I start stroking.
I think about how sexy her lips looked as they wrapped around the head of my cock.
How warm and soft her tongue felt swirling around every inch of me as she worked her way down and back up my length.
Spreading around the pre-cum gathering on the tip, I increase the pace of my strokes. Recalling how she swallowed every drop of my cum, sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits, and my release shoots onto my bare stomach.
I clean up with some tissues and shut the TV off. I need to get plenty of rest. If I have my way, there won’t be much sleeping tomorrow night.
* * *
Mae is climbing the porch steps when I open the side door. “Hey there.” I smile, letting her in.
She echoes my smile. “Hi.”
I press a brief kiss to her lips. “I hope you’re hungry. I ordered a lot of food.”
“Yes, I’m starving. I had a light lunch.” She places her keys and phone down on the small table.
I like that she’s fully present when she’s here and not scrolling on her phone.
Capturing her hand, I steer her toward the kitchen table, which is loaded with cardboard containers of Chinese food. “Help yourself to whatever you want. What would you like to drink?”
“Water would be great, thanks.” She starts to fill her plate while I fill two glasses with ice and cold water.
“My mouth is watering at how good this looks,” she says.
“Don’t wait for me to dig in,” I say, placing her glass in front of her and mine at the end seat. I lower into the black metal chair and add fried rice, then beef and broccoli to my plate. “How was your day?”
“It was pretty good. How about yours?”
“It’s been busy. Some changes are happening at my company.”
“I hope they’re good changes...”
“They will be, but it’s shaking things up right now.”
She takes a bite of lo mein with a piece of chicken finger and hums. After a few more bites, she says, “This is so good.”
Does tomorrow night still work for you?
Yes. I’m looking forward to it.
Okay, she made up for her earlier remark.
So am I. See you at seven.
Yes, sir.
That little vixen.
Go to sleep like a good girl.
Yes, sir.
And now my dick’s hard, and I’m wishing she were here to do something about it.
I set my phone on the nightstand and slide my hand inside my boxer briefs, fisting my cock. Closing my eyes, I call up the memory of Mae kneeling between my legs as I start stroking.
I think about how sexy her lips looked as they wrapped around the head of my cock.
How warm and soft her tongue felt swirling around every inch of me as she worked her way down and back up my length.
Spreading around the pre-cum gathering on the tip, I increase the pace of my strokes. Recalling how she swallowed every drop of my cum, sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits, and my release shoots onto my bare stomach.
I clean up with some tissues and shut the TV off. I need to get plenty of rest. If I have my way, there won’t be much sleeping tomorrow night.
* * *
Mae is climbing the porch steps when I open the side door. “Hey there.” I smile, letting her in.
She echoes my smile. “Hi.”
I press a brief kiss to her lips. “I hope you’re hungry. I ordered a lot of food.”
“Yes, I’m starving. I had a light lunch.” She places her keys and phone down on the small table.
I like that she’s fully present when she’s here and not scrolling on her phone.
Capturing her hand, I steer her toward the kitchen table, which is loaded with cardboard containers of Chinese food. “Help yourself to whatever you want. What would you like to drink?”
“Water would be great, thanks.” She starts to fill her plate while I fill two glasses with ice and cold water.
“My mouth is watering at how good this looks,” she says.
“Don’t wait for me to dig in,” I say, placing her glass in front of her and mine at the end seat. I lower into the black metal chair and add fried rice, then beef and broccoli to my plate. “How was your day?”
“It was pretty good. How about yours?”
“It’s been busy. Some changes are happening at my company.”
“I hope they’re good changes...”
“They will be, but it’s shaking things up right now.”
She takes a bite of lo mein with a piece of chicken finger and hums. After a few more bites, she says, “This is so good.”
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