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How Dare You Forget

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Money changes everything. Money is power. Power is a sensual thing. Sex is based on the exchange of energy and power. Men go crazy for a powerful woman.  Some men like to be guided a bit. They desire to give a woman pleasure.

They realise how insignificant their lives are without being under the care of a dominant woman, with more than a little experience.

I’ve used my sexuality to get ahead, sure. I’m a newscaster on BBC and my ratings are higher than ever. I’m not the 20-something I once was. I’m twice that. I’m also twice as sensual, powerful and in control. Mostly in control of him.

Robert is my live-in lover. He knew that when he moved in, his job was to please me or he risked being replaced. I have so many men after me, happy to pick up his slack and he knows it.

As a nightly newscaster, I like to stay in bed late. Robert cleans my entire house from top to bottom in the nude. I often peek around to see his huge cock and firm arse cleaning my floor.  His young skin is shaven clean except for a bit at the top of his chest. I shave him once a week, biting his nipples, if he has pleased me. He must be clean for me, so I can see all his muscular definition. I like to run my hands along his muscles, feeling the sinew and the youthful tauntness.

When he cleans, I often make him stop, put the broom down and tease his young cock by massaging it in my hand and then releasing it. I strictly forbid him relieving himself.  I like to keep him panting for me.

When I do allow him to fuck me, I make him wear a cock ring, so he keeps going.  If he cums too quickly, I withhold sex from him for a few days, working him up into a frenzy. It is my pleasure that is important.Robert is the perfect toy boy. He waits on me hand and foot.

He wouldn’t dare disobey me, most days. But last Sunday, he seemed to forget what his purpose was.

I was laying on my chaise lounge in a satin robe and my high heeled slippers. Robert was due to return home with the shopping and dry cleaning.

I was about to reward his cock when I saw he had forgotten to pick up the clothes.
He looked very frightened when I confronted him.

“Where is my dry cleaning, Robert?”

He looked genuinely upset and stared down at his feet.

I assured him it was okay. I lied. This was part of the trap.

“Take off your clothing please. And go run my bath”

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Robert removed his clothing and obediently moved to turn on the bath. Feeling more confident now, he noticed my silk nightie and satin robe.

I moved my stocking clad legs provocatively and noticed he was beginning to get hard.

“Go on, go run my bath”

I began to masturbate as he left the room moaning audibly so he could hear me over the tap.  I was trying to work him up.

He returned and I beckoned him closer and let him smell my fingers. He moved to kiss me and I gave him the cold shoulder. I asked him to remove my clothing.

He took off my stockings first, then I became limp as I let him undo my robe and slip me out of my nightie inhaling my wet pussy, wet from thinking about what was to come.

His cock was ready but I wasn’t.

He didn’t deserve it.

We made our way into the bathroom where I informed him plans had changed. It was his bath not mine. He was a dirty boy and I needed to wash him.

He climbed into the bath and began to wash his chest. I washed his belly and I worked my way down washing his cock. It stuck up in the water. I massaged it and dug my long nails into his balls every so often before continuing to stroke his dick.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself when the game changed.

I told him I need to wash his arse. He cried and begged as I ordered him to turn over.
I soaped up his firm cheeks as he lay face down in the bath. I took my index finger and washed inside his hole. He seemed shocked my finger impaling his tight ass but began to enjoy it. He liked being my little pussy boy.

‘You think you are funny, forgetting my dry cleaning. Why should I give you the time of  day?

With my spare hand I turned the icy cold water on. He jumped out of the bath like I lighting bolt shivering. I liked watching him shake, he existed for my pleasure alone.

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I took him over my knee and smack his arse hard. With my bare hand. I took his cock in another hand and stroked it while I slapped.

“You’re a bad boy and you don’t deserve me.” I informed him steadily hitting his naked arse and toying with his cock.

He whimpered and admitted he didn’t.

I ordered him to stand. He stood. I ordered him to lay down on the cold bathroom floor on his back. He obeyed.

I squatted and smothered his face with my pussy. I grab his hair and pushed his face up into my pussy. He obediently licked. I rode his face while he ate me out.

I allowed myself to come a few times before I felt he was ready. I asked him to sit on the toilet and gave him permission to touch himself while I taunted him, telling him off for his bad behaviour.

When he was close to jerking off, I made him stop and apologise for his mistake.

“I’m sorry Allison, please let me touch my cock. I need to touch my cock.”

I was very horny again even though I had been eaten out expertly. I looked at his young hard dick and I kneeled down. He slid to the end to stick his cock in my mouth.

I sucked Robert’s dick while he moaned, massaging his balls and playing with myself as well. He was close and soon I taste his cum in my mouth, filling my throat.

I gave him a moment of reprieve before asking him to start on dinner. He waddled a bit out the door and I eyed his smooth lean arse.

I know Robert enjoyed himself. There hadn’t actually been any dry cleaning.

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