I anxiously look at the clock. It’s late in the afternoon and I haven’t received my instructions yet. I am nervous. It’s Friday and, by now, if he was going to play with me, he would usually have my outfit set out in our playroom. You see, my husband is always free to go with “plan B” if I haven’t met with his expectations during the week. He can go to his favorite bar and enjoy the hot young girls in their short skirts, dangerously low cut tops, and fuck-me pumps. If that’s the case, he’ll have a few beers and then come home and absolutely torture me with details of how many of them hit on him…..or worse.
You see, he’s totally hot and, even at nearly 50, these young hot girls fall all over him. It drives me crazy. He is the boss in our sexual relationship and we both know it. This D/s relationship only works in our sex life, but it does work big time. He has me under his spell and I cannot refuse him anything sexually. I am so submissive that if he decides to stay out all night, I welcome him home in the morning, truly grateful and excited to have him back.
I am very secure in the knowledge that he loves only me and that allows me to enjoy my submissive nature fully. He always lets me know that I’m his baby-girl and the only one he loves.
I jump when the phone rings. My heart races as I hear his hot sexy voice whisper my “play” name into the phone. He has chosen to role play with me tonight instead of checking out girls at his local hang-out. I am so happy! This morning when he left, he told me he wasn’t sure what he was doing this evening; this is all part of his plan to make sure I am totally in suspense, wet and waiting when he gets home!
“Amanda, this is Mr. P. I thought about what you said last week, about needing money for college and losing your last job. I decided to allow you to clean the house for me. My wife is out of town. I need you to be there at about 7pm. Do you remember the outfit that I bought for you last time you cleaned my house, Amanda? That short slutty skirt with the lacy black bra? Wear that.”
“Yes, sir. I have it. I still have the key you gave me, too. I would be so grateful for the opportunity. I really need the money. Thank you so much, Mr. P!” I practically cried.
“You know what to do. I should be home around 9pm because I have a late meeting. Can you handle things until then?” he asked.
“Of course I understand sir. I will do as you wish.”
His sexy reply is whispered into the phone, “Don’t disappoint me, Amanda!”
Before I have a chance to assure him that he won’t be disappointed, he hangs up the phone. I love being submissive and dressing like the slut that I really am underneath my professional exterior. It works well for us! We have no script and it is different each time, but we have several scenarios that we use. This is a favorite. Wife out of town and slutty or sometimes innocent babysitter, nanny or housekeeper plays with him.
My joy knew no bounds because, before the phone rang, I was fairly certain he was going to go play with a strange slut tonight. I do so love waiting at home and wondering who she is and what she looks like, as it gets my pussy tingling. But, in all honesty, the fact that he chose to be with me instead of one of the tons of women who are always ready for him gets me so hot!
I had so much to do and I was very excited so I needed to be careful not to mess up. She was look alike an Hot Blonde Escort Slut He expected me to prepare for his arrival and his instructions were very important. We would both have a better time if I did things right. I got into character right away. I became Amanda, the 19 year old college student who was desperate for money and would do anything her boss asked. That is who he wanted in his bed tonight and that is who he would find waiting. If not, lots of little sluts will be waiting to make my man happy next week (or even later tonight) and he knows where they are!
I had to become Amanda quickly if I wanted to make him happy for the night. He had something very specific in mind and I would make it happen! I primped and pampered myself, as I turned into the teen slut Amanda. I washed my body with expensive French milled soap and used his favorite lotion. I sprayed some perfume named after a sunflower on myself because it has such a youthful scent and I went a bit heavy on the makeup.
I got out my working outfit, which consisted of a very short mini skirt, silk thigh high stockings, high heels, and a white panties with a white silk demi-bra with French lace. Over that, I added a very low cut, tight fitting white top that buttons up in front. I have 36 D’s and decided not to button up very much.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw my breasts pushing out over the top of the bra. I was sure I was going to get a huge tip from the boss tonight. Upon further inspection, I noticed that my long dark hair was loose and wavy, just the way Mr. P liked it! This slutty outfit worked well with my curves and my rounded bottom stuck out just enough to be noticed. I knew this was a look that made men wild, particulary the one I wanted to impress tonight. I smiled at my efforts as I put on the music and lit the candles.
The thought of what the night would bring excited me so much. I loved my job! Mr. P was usually so nice to me and he was way HOT. Let me briefly describe this hottie for you: he is 6’2″ tall, with sandy blond hair and just a hint of grey at the temples. Women fall all over him constantly, but honestly, I think that has more to do with his huge biceps than his handsome face!
I started to clean the bedroom. It already looked clean to me so there wasn’t much to do. The sheets had been freshly laundered, so I lightly dusted the furniture. As I took out the vacuum, I realized that my little panties were already soaking wet. I put my hand inside my panties to check out just how wet and realized that I was extremely turned on by the thought of being in Mr. P’s bedroom.
I decided to sit on his side of the bed for a minute and I hit the radio on the nightstand. It was set to a station playing “old people” music, so I changed it and started rocking out to MY type of music (alternative rock is my thing!). I knew which side was his because I had worked there before. Mrs. P’s side was the one with the novels, pretty brush and lotion on the nightstand.
Oh, wait. What is this I see inside her partially opened drawer? It looks like a vibrator. Should I? No, I couldn’t. I put it back, and then immediately take it out again. I knew I had at least another hour before my boss arrived home. As I turned this powerful little machine on, I sank back into the comfy pillows and rubbed the vibrating rabbit on the outside of my panties with my skirt slightly lifted.
I did not hear the door open. I was really into the feel of the vibrator on my clit. The pressure of the silk from my panties rubbing on my pussy lips felt so erotic. I had a small orgasm right away and felt my hips rise to meet the waves as they crashed over me.
Suddenly, I felt someone watching me and opened my eyes. Mr. P was standing there with his eyes glued to my hand motions and his shaft obviously at attention.
“Amanda! Is this how seriously you take your job?” he asked in a very stern voice. I felt myself shaking all over now and not just from the aftermath of the orgasm. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“Amanda, what am I going to do with you? You are such a naughty little girl,” he said in a mean and scary voice.
“Please don’t fire me. I am so sorry. I really need this job. I will do anything you say. I am embarrassed that you found me like this. You probably think I am a little slut now. Please don’t tell my daddy. Please, Mr. P!” I begged through my tears. I was now shaking and crying pretty hard.
The problem was that my dad and Mr. P were good friends. They golfed together and even worked together on some jobs. It was not a good idea to have daddy think I was a bad girl. He could ground me or punish me for this for a long time!
“You’ll do anything, Amanda?”
“Anything you say, Mr. P”, I whimpered. “I know this is bad and I deserve to be punished for it. I’m so sorry I was playing with my pussy on your bed!”
“Well, your dad would be very upset to know his little girl is a slut, but I think I have to tell him.”
“Mr. P, couldn’t we just handle this between us? I am 19 now and almost an adult. I will clean the house for free. Ok?” I begged.
It appeared that a light bulb went off in his head. “You may be in real trouble now, you naughty little slut. Get up!” he nearly shouted. I stood up and tried to pull my short skirt over the tops of my stockings. He looked me up and down. I knew I looked like a whore and it was making his enormous cock rock hard!
He was now standing really close to me and I felt his warm breath on my neck. “I have an idea. I think I can help you. What you need is discipline, Amanda. You’re just a bad little girl. That is why you lost your last job. Look at the way you dress. You dress like a slut and you are so horny,” he said as he slid his hands into my panties.
He drew in a sharp breath as he felt how wet I was. His dick was throbbing against my leg and I knew it was going to have to be taken care of soon………………
To Be Continued…….. With Amanda A biggest Slut Part 2