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He's the youngest boyfriend I've ever had. Usually, I date men old enough to be my father (and who, coincidentally, love it when I call them Daddy). Paul, however, is only four years older than me. His muscles are nice and firm and he's got a hairy chest and arms, and a hot happy trail that drives us both wild. Me: because I find it so sexy. Him: because I love to lick it on my way down to suck on his cock.
And such a nice dick it is! Average length, but it's wide enough to make my jaw ache and stretch my little pussy out when we fuck. He uses it a lot though, so it doesn't hurt as much as it used to! When he takes my ass, it gives me a little gape for about an hour. I love to feel the mess he made in me with his cum slide out my well used asshole and down my legs.
Anyway, today is exactly one year from our first date, and Paul told me that he has something brilliant planned for us! I've been so excited all day that I had a hard time concentrating at work. It didn't help that Paul kept texting me either, dropping little hints about what he had in store. Not going to lie, I'm hoping that it's something that involves good wine and LOTS of orgasms.
I'm not sure about the "lots" of orgasm thing though. In fact, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I get to cum at all! Sometimes, when I get in a rowdy mood, Paul will punish me. Not with fun things either, like spanking or having to worship his ass. No, with denial! He gives me a choice sometimes, between orgasm denial and corner time and I ALWAYS pick denial. I can't stand being treated like a c***d like that, left all alone.
After thinking about it some more, I decide to be on my best behavior tonight. I'll do what he says when he says it, and I won't talk back. Maybe. Well, I'll try to obey at least.
The rest of my workday crawls by, and I could cry in relief when it was finally time to leave! I said goodbye to my coworkers and headed directly to my car. When I got there, there was an envelope on my windshield.
It said: "Darling, you must hurry! Be as quick as a mouse. And make your way, back to the house!
Cute! It was to be a scavenger hunt them, it would seem. I jumped into my car and took off, maybe a couple of miles over the speed limit, and hurried home. When I got there, I found another note resting on my breakfast table. When I opened it, it read "I hope you are ready to dress to impress! But before you can wear the clothes I've left there", (I looked over at one of the chairs and saw a garment bag, a shoebox, and a cosmetic bag filled with my makeup and some of my favorite jewelry. I was supposed to save it for later though, so I didn't open anything.) "You must make sure your pussy is free of hair.
So he wanted me to shave. I knew that he preferred a bald cunt, but I get so busy that I run out of time in the day to maintain it! I am more than happy to do it for him tonight though. Tonight, I am all his.
I hop in the shower and take care of downstairs very quickly, and as soon as I start I begin to appreciate what I've done. My shaved pussy and asshole quiver in the cool air, and I'm nearly drooling down my leg from the sudden overstimulation of a hairless twat. If I'm already this wet, there's no way I'll make it all night without cumming!
I run the razor quickly over the stubble on my legs and thighs (damned cold offices! Always giving me goosebumps and tightening my nipples under my thin work blouses) and then get out, eager to see what I'm supposed to do next.
I spot a card on the counter in the bathroom and I pick it up eagerly, incredibly aware of my smooth cunt and the breeze from the open window playing with my privates. It says Hey there slut, finally getting the hang of this! But just so you know, tonight, you may no longer piss. I gulp. Bladder denial is almost as bad as orgasm denial! I keep reading though. "Now that you're smooth, shaved bare, go to the kitchen and put on the clothes you find there."
I dry myself haphazardly before rushing back into the kitchen. I don't bother to put anyting on. When I get there, I immediately unzip the garment bag and gasp! The dress is very nice. It's fitted, tightly hugging my curves and emphasizing my already large tits with its stripped, black and white pattern. The hemline ends a few inches above my knees, and the legs hug tight as well. It's a sexy dress, with its lowcut top and a slit that can show more than you mean to if you're not careful, including the red lace panties and bra that came with it. I put it on and am made a little uncomfortable. It's out of my comfort zone, but of course, that's why Paul picked it.
I put on the heels, and struggle with standing up. They're a good two inches taller than my tallest heels, giving an extra five inches to my height. It's a good thing I'm so short and Paul is so tall, or else that could look very strange! The heels make me take short steps, and the dress nearly binds my thighs together, so I end up having to shimmy while I walk. I also take out the jewelry and put it on. A delicate pearl necklace and, black pearl earrings.
Once I'm dressed (aching to cover myself and feet already hurting), I sit down to start my makeup. There's another card.
Now that you're dressed like a desperate cock sucker, show me how a whore does her makeup you fucker!
I shiver. My beautiful new panties are beginning to grow a nice slick patch with this humiliation.
I do my makeup as he requested me to. I make sure that my contour isn't blended, I wear glitter on my eyes, and I wear a dark purple lipstick that I know he likes. He love how it almost looks like a bruise when I suck on his nipples, leaving lipsticks stains behind. I look like a slut. I look like how I feel when I'm around him. Paul helps me live out my dirtiest fantasies, and I can't help but think that maybe tonight is one of those times! I've told him before how much I enjoy being told exactly what to do, and he's definitely giving it to me.
At the bottom of my makeup bag, I find another letter. This one says "Take a quick look in the mirror. Prop up your tits and pull up the hemline, I want everyone to see but know you are mine." I do as it says. I like what I see in the mirror. I do look desperate. I look like I'm trying too hard to impress someone, with my skirt riding up and my tits pressed way out. I adore it. In the mirror frame, there's one more letter. This one is pretty long, and I notice right away that it doesn't rhyme.
Darling Bitch, very nice job for having followed my directions so well! I am so proud of my girl. I can't wait to see you, all dolled up just for me, in the clothes I told you to wear. Now, I expect you to meet me now for our reservation at Maurette's. I have a few surprises waiting for you in the cab outside, and I expect you to put them all to good use. I'll check to make sure you're wearing them, so don't you dare try to go without! See you soon slut. Can't wait to show you what else is in store for you tonight.
I flinched in excitement and felt my pussy throb. It was going to be a long, fun, tortorous night.
To be continued!
And such a nice dick it is! Average length, but it's wide enough to make my jaw ache and stretch my little pussy out when we fuck. He uses it a lot though, so it doesn't hurt as much as it used to! When he takes my ass, it gives me a little gape for about an hour. I love to feel the mess he made in me with his cum slide out my well used asshole and down my legs.
Anyway, today is exactly one year from our first date, and Paul told me that he has something brilliant planned for us! I've been so excited all day that I had a hard time concentrating at work. It didn't help that Paul kept texting me either, dropping little hints about what he had in store. Not going to lie, I'm hoping that it's something that involves good wine and LOTS of orgasms.
I'm not sure about the "lots" of orgasm thing though. In fact, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I get to cum at all! Sometimes, when I get in a rowdy mood, Paul will punish me. Not with fun things either, like spanking or having to worship his ass. No, with denial! He gives me a choice sometimes, between orgasm denial and corner time and I ALWAYS pick denial. I can't stand being treated like a c***d like that, left all alone.
After thinking about it some more, I decide to be on my best behavior tonight. I'll do what he says when he says it, and I won't talk back. Maybe. Well, I'll try to obey at least.
The rest of my workday crawls by, and I could cry in relief when it was finally time to leave! I said goodbye to my coworkers and headed directly to my car. When I got there, there was an envelope on my windshield.
It said: "Darling, you must hurry! Be as quick as a mouse. And make your way, back to the house!
Cute! It was to be a scavenger hunt them, it would seem. I jumped into my car and took off, maybe a couple of miles over the speed limit, and hurried home. When I got there, I found another note resting on my breakfast table. When I opened it, it read "I hope you are ready to dress to impress! But before you can wear the clothes I've left there", (I looked over at one of the chairs and saw a garment bag, a shoebox, and a cosmetic bag filled with my makeup and some of my favorite jewelry. I was supposed to save it for later though, so I didn't open anything.) "You must make sure your pussy is free of hair.
So he wanted me to shave. I knew that he preferred a bald cunt, but I get so busy that I run out of time in the day to maintain it! I am more than happy to do it for him tonight though. Tonight, I am all his.
I hop in the shower and take care of downstairs very quickly, and as soon as I start I begin to appreciate what I've done. My shaved pussy and asshole quiver in the cool air, and I'm nearly drooling down my leg from the sudden overstimulation of a hairless twat. If I'm already this wet, there's no way I'll make it all night without cumming!
I run the razor quickly over the stubble on my legs and thighs (damned cold offices! Always giving me goosebumps and tightening my nipples under my thin work blouses) and then get out, eager to see what I'm supposed to do next.
I spot a card on the counter in the bathroom and I pick it up eagerly, incredibly aware of my smooth cunt and the breeze from the open window playing with my privates. It says Hey there slut, finally getting the hang of this! But just so you know, tonight, you may no longer piss. I gulp. Bladder denial is almost as bad as orgasm denial! I keep reading though. "Now that you're smooth, shaved bare, go to the kitchen and put on the clothes you find there."
I dry myself haphazardly before rushing back into the kitchen. I don't bother to put anyting on. When I get there, I immediately unzip the garment bag and gasp! The dress is very nice. It's fitted, tightly hugging my curves and emphasizing my already large tits with its stripped, black and white pattern. The hemline ends a few inches above my knees, and the legs hug tight as well. It's a sexy dress, with its lowcut top and a slit that can show more than you mean to if you're not careful, including the red lace panties and bra that came with it. I put it on and am made a little uncomfortable. It's out of my comfort zone, but of course, that's why Paul picked it.
I put on the heels, and struggle with standing up. They're a good two inches taller than my tallest heels, giving an extra five inches to my height. It's a good thing I'm so short and Paul is so tall, or else that could look very strange! The heels make me take short steps, and the dress nearly binds my thighs together, so I end up having to shimmy while I walk. I also take out the jewelry and put it on. A delicate pearl necklace and, black pearl earrings.
Once I'm dressed (aching to cover myself and feet already hurting), I sit down to start my makeup. There's another card.
Now that you're dressed like a desperate cock sucker, show me how a whore does her makeup you fucker!
I shiver. My beautiful new panties are beginning to grow a nice slick patch with this humiliation.
I do my makeup as he requested me to. I make sure that my contour isn't blended, I wear glitter on my eyes, and I wear a dark purple lipstick that I know he likes. He love how it almost looks like a bruise when I suck on his nipples, leaving lipsticks stains behind. I look like a slut. I look like how I feel when I'm around him. Paul helps me live out my dirtiest fantasies, and I can't help but think that maybe tonight is one of those times! I've told him before how much I enjoy being told exactly what to do, and he's definitely giving it to me.
At the bottom of my makeup bag, I find another letter. This one says "Take a quick look in the mirror. Prop up your tits and pull up the hemline, I want everyone to see but know you are mine." I do as it says. I like what I see in the mirror. I do look desperate. I look like I'm trying too hard to impress someone, with my skirt riding up and my tits pressed way out. I adore it. In the mirror frame, there's one more letter. This one is pretty long, and I notice right away that it doesn't rhyme.
Darling Bitch, very nice job for having followed my directions so well! I am so proud of my girl. I can't wait to see you, all dolled up just for me, in the clothes I told you to wear. Now, I expect you to meet me now for our reservation at Maurette's. I have a few surprises waiting for you in the cab outside, and I expect you to put them all to good use. I'll check to make sure you're wearing them, so don't you dare try to go without! See you soon slut. Can't wait to show you what else is in store for you tonight.
I flinched in excitement and felt my pussy throb. It was going to be a long, fun, tortorous night.
To be continued!
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