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A couple days went by before Nathan and Delia sat down and had a serious talk about Leila. They were having lunch away from the house and Nathan broke the ice.
“What are we going to do with her?” he asked as they waited for their order in a diner.
Delia shrugged, still not sure how to answer. After all, it wasn’t every day any offered to be a house slave.
“A slave, Delia? I mean, I’m all for having her suck my, you know, but what the fuck? I’m not a dom and you’re not a dominatrix.”
Delia felt herself on the defensive. “How do you know, if you haven’t tried? And how do you know I’m not a dominatrix? Maybe I could be.”
She looked away from his stare and rearranged her silverware.
“Are you serious right now? God sake, Delia. Get real. You, a dominatrix. What are we going to do with her? I get that she’s your friend, but she’s barely an adult. When she’s in the house, she just sits around watching TV, or she’s pacing all over the place. She’s getting on my nerves.”
“Give it time, Nathan. She needs to get clean. She can change,” Delia said.
He shook his head disapprovingly, “She’s an addict. She’s a coke addict. She’s a fucking cock addict. She has an addictive personality and I just feel like we’re going to catch a lot of fallout.”
“She’s done nothing but ruin her own life,” Delia said. “Look, I’m the adult here. I can see I’ve got my work cut out for me, but I’ll do what I can to get her …”
Nathan watched his wife, waiting for her to end the sentence and saw doubt. “Get her to what? You see? You don’t know where this is going.”
Their plates came and they dropped the subject, but on the way home, with Delia riding passenger, she came back to it, “If I think it’s too much for me, I’ll send her away. In the meantime, it’s not all negative. We’ve got a maid.”
Nathan snorted sarcastically, “A maid? She doesn’t clean up after her own self unless we get after her. I don’t want to be her fucking drill sergeant. This is on you. You keep her in line.”
Delia had felt insecure about the sexual aspect to the arrangement. She was attracted to having sex with Leila, but she didn’t want her husband getting too into that.
“I don’t want you fucking her,” she said.
Nathan looked over at his wife, the car rolling at 67 mph on the freeway. “You made her suck my cock. What the hell? Now I can’t fuck her?”
“Why would you want to,” Delia asked. “I don’t want your cock in her dirty twat. You don’t know what she might have. She’s been fucking everybody.”
Nathan shook his head at the hypocrisy. “You’re one to talk. Where did I find you? In the same place.”
“It wasn’t like that!” Delia said.
“Oh, Christ, it was exactly like that!” he said.
When they got home, both of them were tense and Leila was sitting on the porch waiting to be let in. Nathan asked his wife, “Why is she here now? Isn’t she home from her job early?”
Delia was wondering the same thing. She got out and asked Leila bluntly, “Why are you here?”
“I asked my boss if I could leave early,” Leila said. She was sweating and fidgeting.
Delia could see her friend was withdrawing, probably hadn’t had coke all day.
“He didn’t fire you?” she asked.
Leila assured her she still had a job and Delia opened the door, making Leila wait until last to come in.
Nathan sneered at them both, and said, “Do something with her.”
Delia, just as irritated, snapped at him, “I will. God.”
Leila could see her presence wasn’t welcome and it made her intensely insecure. She didn’t want to offend, but she didn’t know what to do. “Should I go to the garage?”
“No,” Delia said, but she was exasperated with her friend and sorely tempted to have her out of sight and what better place than to put her in the garage? “No, you don’t have to go there.”
Leila stood near the front door, not sure of her next move. She felt a cloud of depression pressing down on her spirit and she just wanted to run. Her boss had been especially cruel to her earlier in the day and she wanted so much to just unload the details.
He had sent her to a separate building that was only used to store records. It had no air conditioning and she sweated uncomfortably as she waited for him to come, and she assumed use her.
By the time he arrived, she was nauseous and he immediately had her strip naked and stand at attention while he slapped her tits and called her dirty names. He was increasingly enjoying abusing the control he had over her.
Her breasts were reddened and stung as if by wasp darts with every mean-spirited slap. His hands were heavy on her and Leila starting sobbing.
Then he ordered her to her knees and there she knelt between steel beige cabinets that rose to the ceiling, sweating and utterly submissive. By his direction, she undid his pants and sucked his cock.
He watched and she looked straight ahead. He growled at her to look up as she sucked and made her watch his face as he called her “a sick crack whore, a fucking near worthless piece of fuck meat.”
Leila found herself obliged to take it, listen to his harsh assessments and try to let the judgments roll off her, but she couldn’t. She took it too heart and got mopey-eyed as she sucked dutifully on his sturdy erection.
Minutes later, he tired of the pace and grabbed her head and fucked her throat until he forced her to hurl. She puked and went bleary-eyed from the reflexive tears the throat fucking induced.
“Uhhh,” she moaned in between gasping coughs.
Leila had been treated like this before, but she was usually stoned and the tone of the sex set her mood to one of a happy, charged up slut rising to a challenge. On this day, none of that ambiance was present. She was tired of herself and generally defeated by life’s setbacks.
After her boss came on her face, he pulled up his pants and left. Leila realized he was just going to leave her there all day and that’s why she came home early. But it was obvious that in this house nobody wanted to hear that, nobody cared, not even Delia.
“I could cook something,” Leila volunteered. “If you’re hungry?”
“We just fucking ate, Leila. We just ate.”
“Oh,” Leila said, feeling herself get smaller by the second. She dropped her head and turned and opened the front door and walked out. She sat on the porch stairs and wrung her hands.
Delia and Nathan stayed inside, talking. They haggled over the arrangement, and came to some terms. An hour went by as Leila heard them argue over her. It made her feel horrible. She felt the urge to just walk away and never come back, but she was terrified of being alone. She knew she would fall into her old habits.
Finally, the door opened and Nathan left the house and Delia called Leila in. She recited a list of Leila’s faults. She was a slob. She was too disorganized. She paced around too much and it gave Nathan the creeps. Neither of them were much interested in making her some kind of personal house slave.
“All that said,” Delia went on, “You can stay here for a while. We’ll make it a trial period. Nathan’s agreed to one month. But you can’t fuck my husband without my permission. And if you do, he better have on a condom! Now, get the broom and clean house.”
Leila cleaned, or she tried to. But she didn’t have an eye for detail and Delia struggled for patience as she pointed out over and over again things the Leila had missed. When Leila was finally done, Delia sent her to shower and change. When Leila came out, freshly scrubbed and scented, Delia felt the crushing misery she saw in Leila’s eyes and invited her to bed.
They cuddled and Leila slowly unwound the events of her day, her sick experiences at work. Delia caressed and their intimacy led Leila to Delia’s pussy. She savored and serviced the pink and fleshy oyster on its tender half shell until the lady of the house squirted.
The experience softened Delia’s heart in general, to the point that when her husband got home hours later she asked him after some superficial chat about the rest of his day, “Would you like to fuck Leila?”
“I thought that I couldn’t, per your orders,” Nathan said, not even sure if he should say that much.
“A lady can change her mind, that’s our prerogative.”
The possibility of fucking Leila was in the air through the rest of the evening, but neither was in any hurry to have him start. When the late night news started, Nathan said he was ready for bed, “So, are we, or am I? What’s the arrangement?” he asked.
All this time, Leila had been sitting in the room, not allowed to speak, almost as if she were a statue.
Leila pulled out a condom from her shorts pocket and emphatically placed it in her husband’s left palm. Then she stood and left for the bedroom. “Not in the bedroom. Do her here, but don’t linger after. Come to bed.”
Nathan found himself alone with Leila and for the first time all day, Leila smiled.
She stood up and came over to Nathan, standing in front of him, she took her dress off and stood naked in front of him.
Immediately, Nathan noticed her tits were scratched. They had welts and fresh bruising. It made him sick to his stomach to see that. He wanted to ask what had happened, but then checked himself. He didn’t want to know.
He pulled out his cock and stroked on his fast rising erection. She stood at attention waiting.
Then she saw the pity in his eyes and she frowned and turned her head away. She didn’t want to see that. It killed the mood for her.
Nathan felt his heartstrings pulled, he wanted to get up and hug her but that didn’t seem right either. So he just admired her naked soft curves and stroked his cock.He remembered the condom in his hand other hand and through it at her. The package hit her ear then fell to the floor,
“Put that on me, cunt,” he said. But there was no force behind the insult. His voice shook and Leila was not threatened or offended.
She knew a bad man when she saw one. Despite Nathan’s behavior of a few days before, he wasn’t the stone cold whore maker that she was used to subjecting herself to.
She picked up the package, tore it open, knelt and skillfully rolled the condom down his shaft, then she stroked his cock, keeping him hard and awaiting instructions.
After several minutes, none came. She suspected he couldn’t make up his mind about his next move, so she offered, “Do you want to fuck my ass?”
He nodded. That appealed to him.
“Do you want to fuck my ass over the toilet, in the guest bath?”
His eyes widened. He had never tried that. “Are you a toilet slut?”
She nodded, smiled, and then said, “I can be.”
She stood up and walked away from him. Nathan watched her bare ass swing as the hot slut receded and then disappeared. He heard the bathroom door open.
He got up and went to the entrance. There she was, on her knees, facing the toilet with the seat and lid in the upright position.
He stood in the doorway, his heart pounding, feeling the power of a dom surge into him. “Lick the rim, slut,” he said.
She leaned forward, extended her long pink tongue and licked around the rim from right to left.
“Oh fuck!” Nathan said, barely able to contain his excitement. He walked up behind her and took command. He gripped her hair and admiringly ran his other hand down her spine. He squeezed and then spanked her ass. He fumbled for a moment with his shaft and pressed the tip into her anus.
In moments, her sphincter surrendered, it opened and he was in. He was fucking her and shoving her face into toilet water and finding that he unequivocally love it!
He pounded cock down her ass, drilling her as he pumped her head up and down, into and out of the water, “Fuck. I could get used to this shit. Oh, my god!”
Energy surged through Nathan. Adrenalin rushed into his system and he found himself able to punish her hole for long stretches. He had her gasping and moaning and every reaction from her incited him to continue and pray he wouldn’t cum too soon. He was amazed at his stamina and by the time he finally emptied his sperm into the tip of the condom nearly an hour had passed.
He staggered up and back. His lower back ached. He was panting.
“Oh, oh jeez, oh fuck. Oh, man.”
He leaned up against the wall and watched her. She didn’t move. She kept her head in the toilet. She was panting, too. Her asshole was gaped wide and it was dry. It was bleeding slightly and Nathan realized he hadn’t lubed her butt hole but she had not complained.
He didn’t understand that.
“How come …” he started to ask. But she didn’t turn to look. She just stayed in the same position. Nathan gulped and struggled to catch his breath.
He looked at the door and thought of his exit. He said, “I’ve gotta go to bed. You too, get some sleep.”
“What are we going to do with her?” he asked as they waited for their order in a diner.
Delia shrugged, still not sure how to answer. After all, it wasn’t every day any offered to be a house slave.
“A slave, Delia? I mean, I’m all for having her suck my, you know, but what the fuck? I’m not a dom and you’re not a dominatrix.”
Delia felt herself on the defensive. “How do you know, if you haven’t tried? And how do you know I’m not a dominatrix? Maybe I could be.”
She looked away from his stare and rearranged her silverware.
“Are you serious right now? God sake, Delia. Get real. You, a dominatrix. What are we going to do with her? I get that she’s your friend, but she’s barely an adult. When she’s in the house, she just sits around watching TV, or she’s pacing all over the place. She’s getting on my nerves.”
“Give it time, Nathan. She needs to get clean. She can change,” Delia said.
He shook his head disapprovingly, “She’s an addict. She’s a coke addict. She’s a fucking cock addict. She has an addictive personality and I just feel like we’re going to catch a lot of fallout.”
“She’s done nothing but ruin her own life,” Delia said. “Look, I’m the adult here. I can see I’ve got my work cut out for me, but I’ll do what I can to get her …”
Nathan watched his wife, waiting for her to end the sentence and saw doubt. “Get her to what? You see? You don’t know where this is going.”
Their plates came and they dropped the subject, but on the way home, with Delia riding passenger, she came back to it, “If I think it’s too much for me, I’ll send her away. In the meantime, it’s not all negative. We’ve got a maid.”
Nathan snorted sarcastically, “A maid? She doesn’t clean up after her own self unless we get after her. I don’t want to be her fucking drill sergeant. This is on you. You keep her in line.”
Delia had felt insecure about the sexual aspect to the arrangement. She was attracted to having sex with Leila, but she didn’t want her husband getting too into that.
“I don’t want you fucking her,” she said.
Nathan looked over at his wife, the car rolling at 67 mph on the freeway. “You made her suck my cock. What the hell? Now I can’t fuck her?”
“Why would you want to,” Delia asked. “I don’t want your cock in her dirty twat. You don’t know what she might have. She’s been fucking everybody.”
Nathan shook his head at the hypocrisy. “You’re one to talk. Where did I find you? In the same place.”
“It wasn’t like that!” Delia said.
“Oh, Christ, it was exactly like that!” he said.
When they got home, both of them were tense and Leila was sitting on the porch waiting to be let in. Nathan asked his wife, “Why is she here now? Isn’t she home from her job early?”
Delia was wondering the same thing. She got out and asked Leila bluntly, “Why are you here?”
“I asked my boss if I could leave early,” Leila said. She was sweating and fidgeting.
Delia could see her friend was withdrawing, probably hadn’t had coke all day.
“He didn’t fire you?” she asked.
Leila assured her she still had a job and Delia opened the door, making Leila wait until last to come in.
Nathan sneered at them both, and said, “Do something with her.”
Delia, just as irritated, snapped at him, “I will. God.”
Leila could see her presence wasn’t welcome and it made her intensely insecure. She didn’t want to offend, but she didn’t know what to do. “Should I go to the garage?”
“No,” Delia said, but she was exasperated with her friend and sorely tempted to have her out of sight and what better place than to put her in the garage? “No, you don’t have to go there.”
Leila stood near the front door, not sure of her next move. She felt a cloud of depression pressing down on her spirit and she just wanted to run. Her boss had been especially cruel to her earlier in the day and she wanted so much to just unload the details.
He had sent her to a separate building that was only used to store records. It had no air conditioning and she sweated uncomfortably as she waited for him to come, and she assumed use her.
By the time he arrived, she was nauseous and he immediately had her strip naked and stand at attention while he slapped her tits and called her dirty names. He was increasingly enjoying abusing the control he had over her.
Her breasts were reddened and stung as if by wasp darts with every mean-spirited slap. His hands were heavy on her and Leila starting sobbing.
Then he ordered her to her knees and there she knelt between steel beige cabinets that rose to the ceiling, sweating and utterly submissive. By his direction, she undid his pants and sucked his cock.
He watched and she looked straight ahead. He growled at her to look up as she sucked and made her watch his face as he called her “a sick crack whore, a fucking near worthless piece of fuck meat.”
Leila found herself obliged to take it, listen to his harsh assessments and try to let the judgments roll off her, but she couldn’t. She took it too heart and got mopey-eyed as she sucked dutifully on his sturdy erection.
Minutes later, he tired of the pace and grabbed her head and fucked her throat until he forced her to hurl. She puked and went bleary-eyed from the reflexive tears the throat fucking induced.
“Uhhh,” she moaned in between gasping coughs.
Leila had been treated like this before, but she was usually stoned and the tone of the sex set her mood to one of a happy, charged up slut rising to a challenge. On this day, none of that ambiance was present. She was tired of herself and generally defeated by life’s setbacks.
After her boss came on her face, he pulled up his pants and left. Leila realized he was just going to leave her there all day and that’s why she came home early. But it was obvious that in this house nobody wanted to hear that, nobody cared, not even Delia.
“I could cook something,” Leila volunteered. “If you’re hungry?”
“We just fucking ate, Leila. We just ate.”
“Oh,” Leila said, feeling herself get smaller by the second. She dropped her head and turned and opened the front door and walked out. She sat on the porch stairs and wrung her hands.
Delia and Nathan stayed inside, talking. They haggled over the arrangement, and came to some terms. An hour went by as Leila heard them argue over her. It made her feel horrible. She felt the urge to just walk away and never come back, but she was terrified of being alone. She knew she would fall into her old habits.
Finally, the door opened and Nathan left the house and Delia called Leila in. She recited a list of Leila’s faults. She was a slob. She was too disorganized. She paced around too much and it gave Nathan the creeps. Neither of them were much interested in making her some kind of personal house slave.
“All that said,” Delia went on, “You can stay here for a while. We’ll make it a trial period. Nathan’s agreed to one month. But you can’t fuck my husband without my permission. And if you do, he better have on a condom! Now, get the broom and clean house.”
Leila cleaned, or she tried to. But she didn’t have an eye for detail and Delia struggled for patience as she pointed out over and over again things the Leila had missed. When Leila was finally done, Delia sent her to shower and change. When Leila came out, freshly scrubbed and scented, Delia felt the crushing misery she saw in Leila’s eyes and invited her to bed.
They cuddled and Leila slowly unwound the events of her day, her sick experiences at work. Delia caressed and their intimacy led Leila to Delia’s pussy. She savored and serviced the pink and fleshy oyster on its tender half shell until the lady of the house squirted.
The experience softened Delia’s heart in general, to the point that when her husband got home hours later she asked him after some superficial chat about the rest of his day, “Would you like to fuck Leila?”
“I thought that I couldn’t, per your orders,” Nathan said, not even sure if he should say that much.
“A lady can change her mind, that’s our prerogative.”
The possibility of fucking Leila was in the air through the rest of the evening, but neither was in any hurry to have him start. When the late night news started, Nathan said he was ready for bed, “So, are we, or am I? What’s the arrangement?” he asked.
All this time, Leila had been sitting in the room, not allowed to speak, almost as if she were a statue.
Leila pulled out a condom from her shorts pocket and emphatically placed it in her husband’s left palm. Then she stood and left for the bedroom. “Not in the bedroom. Do her here, but don’t linger after. Come to bed.”
Nathan found himself alone with Leila and for the first time all day, Leila smiled.
She stood up and came over to Nathan, standing in front of him, she took her dress off and stood naked in front of him.
Immediately, Nathan noticed her tits were scratched. They had welts and fresh bruising. It made him sick to his stomach to see that. He wanted to ask what had happened, but then checked himself. He didn’t want to know.
He pulled out his cock and stroked on his fast rising erection. She stood at attention waiting.
Then she saw the pity in his eyes and she frowned and turned her head away. She didn’t want to see that. It killed the mood for her.
Nathan felt his heartstrings pulled, he wanted to get up and hug her but that didn’t seem right either. So he just admired her naked soft curves and stroked his cock.He remembered the condom in his hand other hand and through it at her. The package hit her ear then fell to the floor,
“Put that on me, cunt,” he said. But there was no force behind the insult. His voice shook and Leila was not threatened or offended.
She knew a bad man when she saw one. Despite Nathan’s behavior of a few days before, he wasn’t the stone cold whore maker that she was used to subjecting herself to.
She picked up the package, tore it open, knelt and skillfully rolled the condom down his shaft, then she stroked his cock, keeping him hard and awaiting instructions.
After several minutes, none came. She suspected he couldn’t make up his mind about his next move, so she offered, “Do you want to fuck my ass?”
He nodded. That appealed to him.
“Do you want to fuck my ass over the toilet, in the guest bath?”
His eyes widened. He had never tried that. “Are you a toilet slut?”
She nodded, smiled, and then said, “I can be.”
She stood up and walked away from him. Nathan watched her bare ass swing as the hot slut receded and then disappeared. He heard the bathroom door open.
He got up and went to the entrance. There she was, on her knees, facing the toilet with the seat and lid in the upright position.
He stood in the doorway, his heart pounding, feeling the power of a dom surge into him. “Lick the rim, slut,” he said.
She leaned forward, extended her long pink tongue and licked around the rim from right to left.
“Oh fuck!” Nathan said, barely able to contain his excitement. He walked up behind her and took command. He gripped her hair and admiringly ran his other hand down her spine. He squeezed and then spanked her ass. He fumbled for a moment with his shaft and pressed the tip into her anus.
In moments, her sphincter surrendered, it opened and he was in. He was fucking her and shoving her face into toilet water and finding that he unequivocally love it!
He pounded cock down her ass, drilling her as he pumped her head up and down, into and out of the water, “Fuck. I could get used to this shit. Oh, my god!”
Energy surged through Nathan. Adrenalin rushed into his system and he found himself able to punish her hole for long stretches. He had her gasping and moaning and every reaction from her incited him to continue and pray he wouldn’t cum too soon. He was amazed at his stamina and by the time he finally emptied his sperm into the tip of the condom nearly an hour had passed.
He staggered up and back. His lower back ached. He was panting.
“Oh, oh jeez, oh fuck. Oh, man.”
He leaned up against the wall and watched her. She didn’t move. She kept her head in the toilet. She was panting, too. Her asshole was gaped wide and it was dry. It was bleeding slightly and Nathan realized he hadn’t lubed her butt hole but she had not complained.
He didn’t understand that.
“How come …” he started to ask. But she didn’t turn to look. She just stayed in the same position. Nathan gulped and struggled to catch his breath.
He looked at the door and thought of his exit. He said, “I’ve gotta go to bed. You too, get some sleep.”
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