Samantha offering Herself

I was sitting at home relaxing after a day at study, sipping a cold one when there was a knock at the door. For a few moment I sat puzzled at who would be knocking on my door at this meter of night ? The roast came again and wearily I walked to the door.

Opening the door I was surprised to see a young Melanerpes erythrocephalus fair sex standing there, a phone in her paw with google mapping clearly visible. `` Hello, can I help you ? '' I asked politely expecting she was some bemused deliverance girl.

'' Are you James Daniel Jones ? '' She asked.
'' Er ... yes ? '' I replied wondering if I had forgotten something I ordered.
'' With the email 'wizzard123 @ mail.com'? ``
'' Might be .... '' I said cautiously ( can never be too careful these days ) however my case must have betrayed my shock at hearing my electronic mail read to me.
'' I'm a friend of Alans. Alan Cecil John Rhodes ? ``
'' Oh. '' I replied wondering if I was in deep kaka. See I had written some stories for Alan that were ... violent ...

'' Can I make out in ? ''
I looked at this girlfriend, her shin smashed dress hugging her curveous hips and trying for force her absolutely behemoth tits out of her top. No way she his a cop badge in that ... comfortably at least. `` cum in ''.

We sat in the front room, both sipping a beer and I gestured for the female child to explain to a greater extent.

'' I 'm Samantha. Or Sam. Or Sammy. '' She said, clearly flustered as her plan were becoming real.
'' Hi Samantha, go on '' I encourage.
'' Well from my first base sexual clash I have known that I like rough out sex. It really turns me on for a man to just take what he wants when I offer it. If I offer a BJ i want my man to push my limits ...'

I waved for her to continue.
'' well I got friendly with Alan and we discussed my desires. He said that he would have me what I wanted but I knew Alan would baulk at my avowedly desires. ``

I sipped my beers. `` So ... how that involve me ? ``
'' well to try and seduce me, Alan sent me the stories you wrote him. Then through his account statement I followed you on the assembly you visit. ``
'' Ummm hmmm ''
'' You have the resource to make me sense how I want, but you also seem fair and caring. You would bring within my limits but drive them too. ``
Samantha seemed more fluster as she tried to explain what she meant and downed half her beer.

'' Ok, Samantha '' I started tentively `` I think you better excuse exactly what you want. ``
Samantha gulped. `` Well I want to be your slave. ''

One aspect at my mystify face she hastily went on. `` I do n't mean just some kinky sex.. though thats Nice too.. '' she laughed nervously `` No I mean I want to be discipline to your volition and desires in all of your life. To be a servant to meet those whether its the hoovering or getting my arsehole fucked. '' She laughed again blushing at her lyric.

I nodded. `` And for how long ? Til your bored ? The fun wears off ? ``

'' You misunderstand ! '' Samantha said fiercely `` Some women want equation. They want to stand face by English with men and that's mulct for them. But like some men endure them and others do n't, some womanhood feel we should serve men. I feel I am intend to assist a mans wishes. ``

I looked at her, shocked at this gender political bit in the conversation. `` Go on ''.

Samantha leaned forward her men animated as she continued `` what gets my heart pounding, makes me inanimate, makes me wet, is when my man takes what he wants. requirement thing from me. Not dishonor intellect, I consent to it all, but being asked to sexually and domestically live up to every desire and penury of individual I chose. I chose you. ``

I kept nodding, the idea of being able to do whatever I wanted to this woman arousing me and making my cock twitching within my boxers. Oh god I had to play this right ... `` Tell me what you know about me, what desires you think you will be fulfilling. ``

'' Well ... '' Samantha started, twisting a digit in her hair seductively. `` I know you like redheads, know you like a freshly shaven pussy, know you like massive mamilla and a miserly arse to paddle. The tits and the arse I had. The hair and pussy I had to change. '' She commented to suggest she was already meeting my desires.

'' Go on ''.

Samantha wrinkled her horn in cutely as she thought `` I know you like rough sex but you like your partners to be consenting. I know from the stories you wrote for yourself that there is no belligerent wildness in the physical touch, only disciplined and measured physicality. I know you have a respectable imaging and make out up with originative punishments when a young woman is bad. I know you have some fetishes that might be seen as disgusting or wrong to others ... ''

'' Such as ? '' I interjected.

'' I know you like spend a penny gaming, I know you are interested in regorge playing period and skull ass, but think you have not done this. I know you also have a matter for squirters and I am proud to say I cum heavily in that regard. I also myself am intrigued by this `` Hucow '' thing you write about and milking. I hope to explore that maybe ? ``

She looked at me hopefully and cupped her monolithic tits into a even larger segmentation.
'' Yes '' I said `` that is indeed an expanse that excites me and I have long had a phantasy of having a homo cow striver that is milked daily for all my dairy pauperization. However you have only spoken of my intimate need when you claim to want to be a domestic slave too. ``

I had to turn the conversation away from my fantasies or my inadequate dick was going to bristle. God ! I needed to fuck this woman or have her leave me in public security to relive myself if she kept talking about these intimate delight.

'' Well sir, I can enjoin you that you like things clean."She gestured to my pristine abode `` you like to dress saucy and enjoy nice things. I will cook, pick and shop for you. I will do these affair in anyway you tell me to. If you want supper at 5, it will be at 5. I expect to be punished for failing in any way that you think I might ingest, whether I feel it fair or not. ``

I smiled at Samantha as the talking of chore eased the pressure in my boxers. `` Ok Samantha, I will accept your pass, however I have a few conditions and we must set some primer principle. ``

'' Yes sir '' Samantha said with hullabaloo in her voice. I noted she had begun to address me sir. I liked the strait of that.

'' stipulation One : we go to a lawyer and sign up a text file outlining that all of this is by your choice and that you are in no way held against your will. It will also outline our banned things meaning that you have protection legally. ``

'' Yes sir. Sounds sensible '' eagre Samantha said, eyeing my crotch.

'' shape Two : This arrangement is only for 1 year ... '' Samantha looked distraught at this `` but '' her oculus lit with Leslie Townes Hope `` if we are both happy in 1 year we get married. ``

'' Oh sir ! I ca n't look for a unharmed year to pass ! '' Samantha cried out joyfully.

Opening my trousers to ease the pressure level on my now inflating cock I looked at my new slave sitting on the professorship opposite me, her legs unblushing all-embracing open so show glimpse of her pale Andrew Dickson White pussy.

'' linguistic rule ''

'' Excuse me sir, I have a list of definite no no 's from my side .... if thats ok ? ``
I held out my bridge player and she passed the list. It was incredibly short. I read it out loud.

'' No Scat swordplay. '' I nodded `` Fine by me. hate the concept ''
'' No physical contact lens that breaks bones, mark or is generally permanent. '' I agreed to that though stipulated that this didnt include agreed upon tattoos. Samantha considered this and agreed.
'' No pimping. Mutually agreed multiple better half is ok. '' I thought about this. I had never contemplated sharing her, but I agreed.
Samantha smiled at me because I was happy with her terms. `` Ok I have a few rules of my own. These aren't gaudy teenage 'you article of clothing this, don't say that'rules. I'm sure your imaginativeness and general kink with fulfill those pattern '' Samantha nodded and licked her lips.

'' My rules. Obey without question except for clearness. I can bang you in any hole whenever I like, however I like and expect them to be clean. ``
Samantha raised a helping hand. `` What about my menstruum ? ``
'' Any hole, whenever. '' I repeated.
Samantha just nodded. `` Sounds fair, I did say I wanted you to get hold of what you wanted. ``

'' Lastly, whether I use a condom is up to me. You are never to use contraception. Ever. ``
'' Never ? ``
'' Am I always going to make to iterate myself ? '' I huffed a little peeved that she might resist at this, just one step away from heaven.

'' What about ... you know.. babies ? '' Samantha asked.
I turned on my tablet and showed her the porno I had been watching when she knocked.
'' Oh my ! '' She exclaimed. `` If that's the plan then pick apart me up quick ! ``

I laughed at this, the tension of a minute before completely gone.
'' One utmost thing. ``
'' Oh ? ``
'' Someday I will treat you like the lowest if the low. Like an animate being. brand you shit outside and eat of the floor. Other days like a princess with all the luxury you could want. ``
Samantha raised her brow `` I'm yours to do as you want. ``

'' I tell you as it will be strung-out on my mood, not a failure of yours. All punishment will get the reason and lesson explained. ``
'' Oooooh goody ! '' Samantha was surprisingly delighted at this.

'' rightfulness. '' I sighed. `` Er. I'm a bit lost where to set about now. '' We both laughed, and sipped our beers for a bit.
'' Well although technically I haven't signed anything ... '' Samantha started
'' Uh huh ''
'' ... in your tale you sometimes make the master go through the subs wardrobe. I brought mine with me ? ``

'' Sounds good. '' I said cheerfully. `` Never be scared to mouth up. society is one of your John Roy Major tasks. ``

Samantha smiled an stood in her disgraceful dress, the colour setting off her marble white peel. She quickly rushed to her car ... and I had a striver female child ....

I sat in my chair and awaited the return of Samantha, slowly stroking my rooster. When she did follow back I was very surprised that she only had 2 small instance with her, about the size I 'd use for a week away, not moving my entire wardrobe. Samantha saw my bedevil look.
'' well sir, before I came to see you I re-read all your tarradiddle and from them I gave away any clothes I knew you would n't like. These are all"maybes ”. I might end up with no wearing apparel ! '' She giggled.

'' Ok '' I said rubbing my swell fellow member, preparing to relish this fable turned realness.
'' Where should I start sir ? '' Samantha 's eyes shone with excitement.
'' Underwear ? '' I said seeing her bras on the top.
'' Right-e-o '' Samantha started with 3 brassiere that were pretty, but also zero special.
'' Why are those maybes and not discarded ? '' I enquired.
'' fountainhead sir. '' Samantha explained, hefting her large flop `` these sister are 38G '' I whistled in appreciation. They were G alright, G for gigantic !
'' Thank you. These bras however are 36F. The smaller size is uncomfortable and pulls my teat into a prominent bout. ``
'' keep '' I said, maybe a little too eagerly.
The next bras had metal studs across the exterior but otherwise looked bland until Samantha turned them inside out and I saw the needlelike points of the drafting pins. `` I read about these and had to make believe some. They are deliciously uncomfortable to put on and scratch like a cunt. ``
I felt my peter stab again like a dog mendicancy to be let of its triad. I signalled to go on, not trusting my vox.
Samantha looked at my small tent. `` I can help with that. '' She said licking her red lips hungrily.
'' No forcible until the contract is signed. '' I said. `` Carry on ''.
Samantha pulled out some well-heeled bandeau and I let her keep 1. cobbler's last were 2 metal hoops that looked like oversized handcuff.
'' What's that ? ! ``
Samantha looked storm I did n't make love. `` It's a thralldom bra sir. The two loop topology go over the foundation of my tits and tighten like turnup. '' I could see how they would make her breast stick out nice and proud. It could be very fun to use.
'' Uncomfortable ? ``
Samantha gave me a very sarcastic look and I laughed. She was going to be unspoilt for me this one.
Next out the pillow slip were here apparel. There wasn't much to embark on with, but I planned to take her shopping anyways.
I let her keep on a couple of the Lycra garb, miniskirts, crop tops and of course all the shirts.
'' Shirts are very sexy '' I told her, pointing at her massive tits.
'' Especially ones a size too small '' she agreed showing me the wire used to secure the buttons whilst they strained against her flop. Just the imagined lot of a straining shirt almost made me lose my cool demeanour. finis out was a sloppy jumper.
'' I thought I threw this out '' she said going to the discard pile.
'' No ! '' I said. `` Sometimes we will have got Guest and I will want to blot out what you wear underneath. ``
Samantha shrugged and took out the finally items, a musket ball of panty and thongs in assorted colouration and sizes. `` You want to go through these one by one ? ``
I shook my head. `` You think of the rule we have, then decide. ``
I sat back waiting to see what she did. With a few minute thought she added the step-in to the discarded heap.
'' What about your menses ? '' I asked echoing her earlier head.
'' I 'll handle '' she said. I shrugged ; I had left it her choice after all.
Putting the clothes we were keeping back, she opened the indorsement shell and I could n't help but laugh. It was chock fully of shoes.
'' I like shoes ... almost as lots as cock '' Samantha defended her case of shoe as she lined them all up.
I laughed good naturedly again. `` Ok, buck your bird to you waist ''
Samantha did so with her back to me, teasingly sliding the bird up her butt one inch at a time. damn the girl could bait.
As I looked at those whitened cheeks I wondered how it would look in red paw mark and chuckled. Now with a clean view of her arse and stage I made her try on every twosome of shoes walking, bending, standing and various other affectation so I knew she looked just in them.
Most of the skid we kept had high heel of at least 6 '', one pair a towering 10 '' tall ! Also there was a brace of trainers for her gym stuff and some slippers for when I felt mushy. After all it couldn't be sex every minute of the day. What was this, porn ?
I looked at my watch. It had gotten late but I wasn't sleepy.

'' Ok slave. '' I said testing the phrase then shook my head `` I prefer Samantha ... er ... right ... yes. Tomorrow ! We will go to my lawyer, sign the papers. A few more plosive then home to.. er.. consummate our mess. ``
Samantha was extremely excited by that prospect and bounded up and down, deliberately I think as her breast wobbled very enticingly, almost breaking free of the stretchy dress she wore, confirming my suspiciousness there was no bra beneath !.
'' catch those ! '' I said sharply pointing at the toss out dress, and thinking of my narrative led her to the guest en-suite bath.
'' This is your way and john. Now put half of the panties in the Bath. '' Samantha did and as learn got in too.
'' Now, piss on them. '' Samantha smiled and did as instructed, squatting over the pile of dispose underwear. `` Mmm. Deliciously nasty. '' She sighed as a stream of golden piss flowed from her soon to be owned snatch.
When she was done I pointed at the clothes. `` This is where you will piss. The other ... thing.. You do as normal and uncontaminating that fix well, put you piss her on your.. um ... litter tray ''
'' Yes Sir ''
Taking her by the paw I led her to the Edgar Albert Guest bedchamber. `` I know I said no physical but ... ''
'' I want it too '' Samantha whispered.
'' Only oral for tonight '' I said.
Samantha only nodded a smile on her lips. With one quick motion she fell to her knees, that Theodore Harold White ass still on display peeking under her ruffled up pitch blackness dress. Reaching up, she grasped the waistband of my trousers, and I let her pull them down, an unsaid thought between us dictating my pleasance would issue forth first ... if hers did at all.
Now, I have never been one to measure out my pommel, never been interested in knowing the size. I did smile however at the gasp from Samantha as it sprung from my boxers. She sat staring at it. `` It's beautiful '' she whispered.
Looking up she blushed and said `` I 've never done anything with one so big. My Ex ... '' she wiggled her pinkie to make her breaker point.
I smiled at her, and pressed the tip against her sassing, it already damp from my pre-cum. A suspiration escaped me from the pleasure of her soft brim parting to suck gently on the helmet of my prick, before she let a bit more gaffe into her mouth. Letting the helmet loll on her lingua she start to move it in and out if her mouthpiece, never quite letting it get completely out. The day sexual tenseness had left me on edge and the bliss had hardly started when I felt the beginning of my orgasm, denied the feeling of her lips on my shaft for now.
'' Get your tits out ! '' I ordered.
Without breaking her cock-sucking she reached both hands up from her shank and pulled the top of her garb down. For the initiatory time since meeting Samantha I finally laid eyes on her gorgeous, daily round, soft Edward White tit. It was too a great deal and I wrapped my hand in her hair. Samantha moaned in joy that turned to disappointment as I pulled her forcibly off my hammer. A few quick cerebrovascular accident with my other hand had me gushing my pearly semen onto her boob before I collapsed onto the bed.
Once my heights faded I sat up and looked at Samantha. She sat on the story, holding her ankles, her now cum splattered boob rising and falling deeply as she breathed heavily. I looked at her dark nipples on her otherwise ivory pelt and thought how lucky I had become today.
I pointed at her ankle joint. `` I like this ''.
'' Thank You sir. You know the way you just took your own pleasure without thought of me almost made me cum ! ``
'' Almost ? That's a potent psycho-empathetic reaction. ``
'' pardon ? '' She sound insulted.
'' It just strange for someone to arrive from individual else's orgasm. ``
'' Oh. It's more that I thought 'if he does this for a cock sucking, how will he use my puss ?'''
I laughed. `` Well, talking of your puss ... ''
Samantha raised an eyebrow. `` You do n't need permission sir. Not even tonight. ``
'' well get on the bed then, on your back ! ``
Samantha scrambled to do so as I stood up to value her behind. It was so round but so tight too ! Again I thought if spankings ...
The cheeky charwoman was laying on the bed with her legs pressed together, a smirk on her face. Shaking my head I wrenched her mortise joint apart to my shoulder width, to a squeal then contented suspiration from the bed. Once her legs were unfold I could see that what I thought had been hints of puss were in fact deeply cameltoe'd Patrick White panties. Well they were white, now they were see through from where she had pissed herself.
'' Did you not take these off ? '' I questioned her pressing them into her sopping slice, rubbing the material deeper between her cunny rim.
Samantha giggled. `` Why would I ? ``
'' Your filthy ... and that's so hot ! ``
'' Yes sir. I am a filthy, slutty slave. ``
'' Mmm. I do love a dirty talking charwoman ... a straight strumpet ''
'' I know you do sir. You write about them a lot. '' Samantha smiled at me. `` I am not a slovenly woman sir. I'm YOUR trollop. ``
For some reason this made me incredibly proud and I wanted to reinforce my new pet. Leaning between her peg I reached for her pie-eyed panties and pulled them down, the warm wet stuff touch sensation oddly good on my fingers. Putting my face near her wet, bald cunny lips I thought about how beautiful this slit was ... and now all mine. I could smell the fragrance of her excitement mingled with the ammonia of her piss.
Leaning close I could see the wet lustre of the piss on her bare skin, tentively I stuck my tongue out and licked some from the side of her gorgeous mound.
'' Oh Sir, your cruddy too ! '' she gasped
I sat bolt vertical, frustration on my face that she had spoiled my minute. `` Tonight you can spill, but succeeding time I find you have pissed your panty you will get them shoved in your rima oris ! '' I told her, my pain turning to a lopsided grin as I gazed on her beautiful body.
'' Y ... y ... yess sir '' she struggled to say as I buried my knife into her snatch.
Pushing my natural language between her woman's lips I could taste her creamy excitement, obviously she had been frustrated as well as me. Samantha annoyingly rolled around a lot as I pleasured her with my lip, making it difficult for me to break her a proper licking.
I wrapped my arms around her muscular second joint, my own consistency holding her still as I explored the depths of her womanhood. Using my grip I pulled her close onto my fount, my tongue flicking into her mess as my olfactory organ nuzzled her clit.
"I'm your adulteress"Samatha gasped as I sucked her clit into my oral fissure"all yours !"
I didn't intercept my rape as she came, her damp pushing me to pleasure her advance. I licked and sucked and kissed her through another 2 orgasms, until she begged me to stop, but she had said she wanted me to select what I wanted. What I wanted now was to hear more of her celestial groan and screams.
I started to score small lap around her clit with my lingua as I built her towards her biggest orgasm of the night.
"oh… oh… oh, God ! clemency ! Mercy passe-partout !"Samantha cried as my tongue dipped into her Protea cynaroides again"I can't make any more !"
I ignored her supplication still, my answer to lightly nip her clit with my teeth, playfully reminding her who was in control.
"Please, God ! Please sir, eff me !"She moaned.
I did paused at this, my trailer truck hard cock agreeing with her, but I had to stay the course for now."Shush Slut, spread head these purulent lips for me."
Samantha did as she was told, and spread her pussy so wide I had a clear prospect of her engorged clit. By now my jaw was beginning to hurt and my pharynx was dry, so I decided to end this. She said she was a squirt gun but so far I had not produced a single drop from her, just creamy excitement.
Slipping one then two finger into her warm and wet jam, I curled them up, causing an unarticulate disturbance from Samantha. Slowly rubbing her g-spot, I licked her spiritualist clit, until her writhing on the bed was almost too strong for my to contain.
"Sir… Sir… I need to cum"Samantha cried out.
"And ?"I paused to ask, confused.
"May I ?"She asked, and I caught on. We were going to do that then. Sweet.
"Name 5 names you want to be called by me, at all clip"
"B… b… bastard !"She cried."Erm.. Dirty Whore.. Fuckslut.. Subslut.."
She moaned loudly as I increased my rubbing of her g-spot."Two More"
"er… stupid cow.. pleeeease sir ”. Samantha gasped like a unwarranted woman.
"One Sir Thomas More or I stop"I was half tempted to anyway.
"Er… er… Cumdump ”.
"Cum"I said and was rewarded with her squirting all over my human face and hand. divinity, the waiting had built it up in her, it felt like liter ! Slowly, I stood up, getting rid of the relief of my clothes, and looked at the pale busty woman on the bed, twitching slightly from ‘ le mort petite ’.
Laying besides her, I pulled her finale to my body, my semitrailer difficult cock resting on her dripping cunt."I hope you liked ?"
"Yes. Yes. Yes"She whispered sleepily."I think you wore my pussy out. I have never cum so a lot in one day !"
I laughed and looked at the clock. 3am."Ok.. my subslut.. usually I have breakfast at 7am, but as you have been in effect, we will have breakfast at 9am tomorrow. I expect a full English."
"Yes Sir"she said sleepily
"Oh, and fuckslut. You will take to change your litter tray in the morning."
"umm hmm"A sleepy Samantha grunted.
I smiled and drifted off wondering what brought this cleaning woman I was spooning into my animation, but there was to a greater extent to come…