This is a new story I've been working on. It's dedicated to my future Mistress whom I hope to meet some day soon. For everyone else, here it is:
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We’re over at your place. I’ve spent the whole day cleaning and massaging your gorgeous body and I’m finally ready to have my reward.
But you have other ideas.
You make me lie down on your bed on my back. You slowly take off your panties. Before I know it, you’re kneeling over my face and you order me to eat you out. I can’t believe how lucky I am and eagerly start licking your pussy. You ride my face until your juices are dripping down the sides of my face.
You grab a condom and put it on my cock. You get off my face and slowly slide my hard cock inside you inch by inch. Finally, all 7 inches are inside you. My cock feels so good inside your pussy.
You slowly start to ride me.
I can’t believe how lucky I am but you have a plan. You secretly have a laptop hidden under the blanket. You begin to manipulate me by talking dirty. You start telling me how you deserve my money more than I do. You tell me that a girl as beautiful as you are should get anything that she wants. And that you shouldn’t have to pay for it yourself. That’s what men are for. I eagerly agree, “Yes, Mistress.”
You say to me, “I want to hear you say it. Tell me I deserve your money more than you do.”
I say, “You deserve my money more than I do.”
Meanwhile, you’re riding me very, very slowly. You want me horny, but not so horny that I cum.
You continue to manipulate me, “Tell me that I deserve all your money.”
Not realizing your setting a trap for me, I pant, “You deserve all my money!”
“Tell me my greed turns you on.”
“Your greed turns me on!”
Finally, you start springing the trap, “Wouldn’t it be hot if I was shopping with your money right now?”
I’m so turned on, I scream, “Yes, Mistress. That would be so hot!”
“Beg me. Beg me to shop with your money.”
“Please, Mistress. Please shop with my money.”
“Keep begging,” you order.
“Please, please spend my money. Please spend it!” I frantically reply.
You take out the laptop that’s been hiding under the blankets. I’m a bit shocked, I thought this was just dirty talk, but I now realize that you’re serious. But with my cock inside you, I’m powerless to resist.
“Beg me to order something off my wishlist.”
“Please buy something off your wishlist!” You laugh at how pathetic I am. By now, you’re barely moving your waist. You begin to fuck me financially while you fuck me literally.
You ask me, “Would you like me to buy another item?”
“Yes, please Mistress. Please keep shopping.”
You a second item to the cart. “Would you like me to keep spending your money"?”
“Yes, oh my god, yes!”
You keep adding item after item until your entire wishlist is empty.
“Slave boy, would you like me to check out and have the best orgasm of your life?”
I’m panting, “Oh my god, yes, oh my god, yes!”
“Beg me.”
“Please check out, please Mistress!” I desperately plead.
You laugh at how pathetic I am and say, “OK, I’m checking out.”
You place the entire order and then start riding me hard. My cock explodes with the best orgasm of my life.
You laugh at me saying, “I just fucked you literally and financially.”
“Oh my god, thank you Mistress.”
You get off of me and dismiss me for the night.
The end.
