Billy goes to Karen’s house, early

Weighing all of his options, and feeling humiliated, Billy decided to just go to Karen’s house. He didn’t have much time to do anything else, and didn’t want to put up with Anna at home. Besides, if he somehow got distracted or caught up in something that made him late to Karen’s, he knew the punishment would be severe.

Not wanting to upset her by showing up early, or by making her think he had lied about his boxing practice, Billy decided to wait on the doorstep of Karen’s large, decadent house, and only knock when it was the agreed upon time. But she must have seen him through the window, because after fifteen minutes of sitting on her raised porch, Karen opened the front door behind him.

Billy turned at the sound, eyes wide. Karen was standing in the doorway, once again dressed in only two towels. It seemed she had a routine schedule that she liked to keep to.

Billy couldn’t keep his eyes from leering over the stacked milf’s exposed cleavage, and smooth thighs, each dripping with beads of water from her recent shower. The towel that covered from her nipples to her upper thighs left a lot of skin to the open air. Karen’s fit, well-endowed body was the rare sort that could stand in the open with full confidence, despite her meager coverings.

The other towel was wrapped around her hair, and only a hint of her blonde hair peeked out the bottom of it. As usual, Billy found himself taken by her radiant beauty, but particularly so with the way her body was barely covered. If only this wealthy milf wasn’t such a stone-cold bitch, Billy wouldn’t have minded spending so much time with her.

Karen tucked a loose strand of wet blonde hair behind her ear, a grumpy expression on her face as she looked down on the young man sitting sadly on her porch.

“You’re early again,” she complained. “And you’re spoiling my beautiful house’s front appeal with your pouting.”

“S-Sorry…” Billy murmured, trying not to stare so obviously at her confidently-bared, post-shower body.

“I thought you had boxing practice?” Karen asked, sounding uninterested despite asking the question.

“I… Um… Yeah, I did, but I, uhh…”

There was a brief pause as Billy considered what he should tell Karen. He hadn’t expected her to find out he’d arrived early, and hadn’t prepared an excuse. He needed to come up with a reason that wouldn’t make Karen think he had lied to her, or make her hold him back from future boxing practice…

But while he paused to consider, Karen spoke first, cruel amusement crossing her lips.

“Oh, don’t tell me your ‘brain fog’ is back,” Karen giggled, referencing Billy’s earlier, humiliating text messages, where he had degraded himself in hopes that he would be allowed to go to boxing practice. The same practice he’d just been sent home from. “You sure LOOK like a zombie today…”

Karen’s sharp eyes regarded the dazed look in Billy’s eyes. Billy cringed. Fuck, he had thought about how Anna might bully him for being clearly in a haze from sparring with Carly, but he hadn’t considered how Karen might do the exact same. Getting bullied by a rich bitch in two towels was almost as bad as it would have been from his nerdy younger sister.

“Actually, you DO look pretty beat up…” Karen continued, a wicked smirk crossing her lips as she studied his battered face. “Don’t tell me… Did you lose your championship at the club today? Hmm?”

Billy shrunk under Karen’s teasing. Something about hearing all this while he stood on her doorstep made him feel even more weak, even more exposed. She was wearing just two towels, standing out in the open, but HE was the exposed one. She was so in control, so calm and confident… He really was just a subject of this queeny milf.

“N-No, I just… It was only practice,” Billy said. “I’m still the champion. Today was just practice.”

Karen laughed a cruel little laugh.

“Well it looks like you need a LOT more practice,” she mocked the young athlete. “You know what? Since you’re so early, come inside. I want to hear ALL about it.”

Billy gulped. He didn’t like where this was going. Hopefully he could just give her a quick answer, then get on with the housework.

What awaited him inside Karen’s lavish household?