Mistress Lucy

Lucy woke up from a deep, restful sleep the following morning still horny from the delicious wet dream she had had about James Marshall the previous night. She could only enjoy the post nut afterglow for a brief moment before she detected the small of coffee, wafting in from her kitchen. She slid her toned legs to the side of the bed and got up to her feet. She started to walk towards her bedroom door when her foot got caught on something, a pair of men’s jeans casually discarded on the floor. As soon as Lucy saw them, the memories of what she did to him last night but her like a freight train. Ohhhh fuuuuuuuuuckk she thought to herself, well might as well see what’s for breakfast, I hope I can make this work. Fuck fuck fuck, I really crossed the line with him. Dammit Lucy!

She quietly opened her bedroom door and the sight the beheld her at the stove sent blood rushing to her monster cock giving her a quarter chub. James was bare ass naked frying some bacon. The bacon sizzled and splashed his lithe chest with hot oil as he took the bacon off the stove to put in the oven to keep warm. “Ahh fuck!” He exclaimed, quickly shoving the meat into the oven, next to the eggs, and setting it to warm. “You okay?” Lucy asked, concerned for the poor boy

James lit up at the sound of her voice, lowering the heat on the stove beneath the griddle and throwing himself at her feet, “Good morning Mistress!” He kissed her feet repeatedly causing her cock to rise from a quarter chub to half mast. “Ohhh yeah, keep doing that.” Lucy moaned

“Keep doing what Mistress?”

“Kissing my feet you fucking idiot! Having my feet kissed, worshiped, and generally pampered by a boy is a huge turn on for me. Keep going and I might just put some extra cream in your coffee.”

“Yes mistress,” came James’s swift reply. He continued to press his lips to her feet, occasionally adding his tongue into the mix. He slowly groveled up and down her feet until he reached her toes. Lucy’s last pedicure had been about a month prior so her usual black nail polish was starting to chip off. James kissed each toe in turn, sucking them all individually before sticking his tongue in each crevasse between her toes.

“Lick my cock” she growled and he immediately obeyed. Snapping up to his knees, James stuck out his tongue and delivered long, loving strokes from the base of her throbbing meat stick to the spongy tip. When he got to her tip, he lapped up the pre-cum that steadily oozed out, keeping her clean. The moisture from his tongue driving her desire up to an eleven. He clearly understood what she wanted from him when she gripped his head in her hand by opening his mouth for her. Gripping her cock at the base with one hand to guide it in, Lucy pushed her tip directly to the back of his mouth. The gagging noises he made while struggling to throat her cock on his own sent shivers of pleasure up her spine. With a solid several inches buried inside his mouth, Lucy knew that she could grip his head with both hands. Adding her other hand to her iron grip on his head, Lucy thrust her hips hard, bashing her way into James’s tight throat. With each new inch she pushed into him, more squelching and choked gagging came out of him. She enjoyed the sound tremendously, and kept pushing. Once Lucy had hilted herself she pulled back and, with the wrath of the Amazon warriors she admired so much, slammed her pelvis into his face, eliciting a pleasured groan from herself. Again she pulled back, and again she slammed into him, another groan. She repeated this process for around five minutes before she started quickening her thrusts. His tight, wet throat clenching around her girth, milking the barrel of her jizz cannon. When James started to moan through his choked gagging, Lucy quickly reached her climax. Her balls tightened, and she felt her orgasm searing up her cock until she blasted her load into his throat. One burst, then two, soon Lucy had deposited five large, thick, loads of cum into James’s throat and his belly was a little bloated after she finished.

Withdrawing her softening cock from his mouth “Good slut, now fix me my coffee. Two shots of my simple syrup and some half and half.” James bowed down and kissed her feet each once more, saying “Yes mistress,” before moving back into the kitchen. Lucy sat down at the table and pondered what the possible outcomes of this could end up being. On the one hand she thought, I may have just secured a reliable set of holes to drain my balls for the foreseeable future. This definitely a plus, but what are the risks here?

James returned with her coffee and set it down before her, “Breakfast is almost ready, Mistress. Just five more minutes.”

“Oooh good, what are you making?”

“Pancakes, eggs, and bacon Mistress.”

“Sounds delicious. Go finish cooking and then join me, we should talk.”

“Yes Mistress,” he hurried back into the kitchen and immediately came back with plates, napkins, forks, knives, butter and maple syrup. He set the table, bowed down, and kissed her feet again, before rushing back into the kitchen. Lucy sat there and relished in his complete 180 degree shift in attitude. She loved how he was calling her mistress and groveling at her feet. The idea that he wanted to be her willing **** really turned her on. A few minutes later, James returned carrying a platter with a steaming pile of scrambled eggs and sizzling strips of bacon. He set it down on the table, bowed down to Lucy, kissed her feet again, and returned to the kitchen. A moment later, James came back with the pancakes. After serving his mistress, then himself, he sat down and said, “Mistress, before we talk about whatever you wanted to discuss, I have an embarrassing confession to make.”

“Go ahead,” Lucy permitted in between bites of the delicious blueberry pancakes.

“Last night when you were fucking me, and breaking me, I wasn’t having a bad time. And then, afterward I had sort of a post nut clarity and I realized that I really liked what you did to me. I really liked the taste of your cock in my mouth, the feeling of you pounding my ass. I don’t want this to only be a one-night-stand. So, what do you want to talk about Mistress?”