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Maidboy Story Terrible! Terrible! I dreamed that all the moments I shared with her were just a dream. I felt terrible pain shooting up through my gut and I squeezed my hands together to find a person in my hug. I was still in a delirium and it sure got to me as I refused to open my eyes for the fear of the person not being her. Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, as my drowsiness left me and impatience crept into me. I was exhilarated to see her beautiful boobs in front of me and immediately raised my head to look at her face. It's real! She was really there! I was so relieved and flooded her face with kisses. She looked surprised but caught up with me. It all began five years ago. I was 18 then and was studying Engineering. My parents worked in a cement company called PAC and they provided our family with residential quarters near their company. Almost all of the employees live in the quarters and it was sort of a gated community of PAC employees. There was a bazaar inside and there was little need for us to go outside the community. It was also aided by the fact that the community was far removed from the rest of the city. My college was in the city and I used to catch a bus for my journey. One evening, during the early days of our moving into the quarters, two ladies came to our house. The ladies did not look like a match as one of them, Sharon, wore an expensive silk outfit and looked radiant and classy whereas the other one wore a cheap cotton cheap and looked to be following Sharon in submission. Truth be told, the very sight of Sharon roused deep respect for her in me and I stood there staring at Sharon while my parents offered her to sit in the living room. She shot a glance at me which made me blush and I averted my gaze to Rachel, her companion. She stood beside Sharon's chair and was looking at my parents and Sharon talking. My father started, "We should have come to you earlier. Never thought she would be so unreliable." Sharon politely replied, "Not at all. I know that you believed so much in her. Otherwise, why wouldn't you come to us?" she chuckled and continued, "but you know what, you shouldn't pick on that girl. We all know this is a very remote place and... she lives in the slums, am I right?" "Yes." "See! It is a very long journey for her to come every morning without fail. In fact, this is the reason why I set up this agency. When I first moved here, it was just horrible. I struggled a lot to find a maid but eventually settled for a live in maid. Unfortunately... Or fortunately for me," she grinned, "most of the houses here are company quarters and they are not spacious enough to accommodate a maid. That is when I decided to start a maid agency. You don't have to worry about anything. The onus is on me to provide you the best services." My mother enquired, "We also need a cook as I too work in the company. It would be better for us to hire a single person who knows how to cook instead of two." Sharon exclaimed, "Oh, that's great! Office couple! The company saved cost on one residential quarter!", and burst out laughing along with my parents. Her voice and manner of speech everything impressed me but I stood there staring at the lady beside her while catching glimpses of Sharon through the corner of my eye. For some reason, I found her as menacing as she was charming. Sharon patted Rachel and continued, "Then, I have brought the right woman for you. Rachel here, is an excellent cook and she has the experience of over a decade in being a housemaid." Rachel bowed to my parents while Sharon continued, "Rachel is also my favorite among all the girls because she's been with me for a long time and I really trust her." Though she called Rachel a girl, she was more of a woman about 40 years of age and possibly older than Sharon. Rachel looked humbled, patted on Sharon's shoulder and said, "Thank you very much, Ms. Sharon." Sharon smiled and suddenly said, turning to my parents, "Hey, why don't we try Rachel's cooking now? Your can show her the kitchen and meanwhile we can discuss the logistics." She looked at me but I can't bring myself to look at her beautiful face without blushing but then Rani too looked at me and gave me a sly smile. She might have thought that I was eyeing her and I was tensed knowing that. My mother replied, "That is a very good idea. Please make some evening snacks, Rachel. Pravin, show her the kitchen." I felt awkward walking ahead of Rachel as I felt her gaze pierce my back and scrutinize every inch of my body. I lean against the kitchen entrance and being too embarrassed to make eye contact, I just showed her the way in. I was lost in my thoughts and embarrassments when I saw Rachel's feet stop in front of me. I looked up and saw that my face was in line with her breast and immediately raised my head to look at her face. She was leaning away from me in the narrow entrance and her face showed discomfort which was slowly turning into disgust. I quickly realized what was happening and straightened myself to get away from blocking the entrance. In the process, I lean forward, diving my face into her breasts. Immediately, I felt her hand violently pushing me on my head which made me fall. I looked up at her to see only disgust and anger in her face. She started collecting all the ingredients near the stove and her meticulousness impressed me. She shouted the ingredients' names and only the names and I would promptly reply where to find them. She was visibly angry and never once looked at my face while cooking. She was making lasagna and the smell seemed nice. I wanted to use this to smooth talk her but I was not a man of words and thus ruined my chance. After they were done, Rachel served all of us lasagna. Once back in the kitchen, I said to her, "Wow, Rachel. They are very good. I think these are the best lasagna I ever had." Rachel curtly replied, "Thank you," and left the kitchen. I was not very upset about the way I behaved with her but it sure was tough to see her daily without awkwardness. I waited for that awkwardness to disappear gradually but it never seemed to vanish. I wanted to meet Ms.Sharon but that too never seemed to materialize. Meanwhile, I came to know some very bizarre facts about the maid agency. I heard that its annual earnings including donations was even more than PAC's. That our maids' personal rooms are bigger than half of our quarters. The Agency building was a very large one but still I found this claim to be totally ridiculous. The other thing was that nobody had seen Ms.Sharon other than the day they hired their maids! I was devastated. I wanted to go have a look inside the agency but the guard didn't let me in. She said that entry was allowed only with prior appointments or through a maid's recommendation. The shattering thing was that appointments for people being served by the agency could be made only by the maid working for them. I was utterly aghast. How come maids became so much important in this little community? How come the only way to meet my goddess, Sharon, was through my 'supposed' rival, Rachel? I thought of meeting Sharon by stopping her car but it seemed to stop for no one. I couldn't get a single glimpse of her since the day she visited my house. With nothing to do, I turned to Rachel. I apologized to her while she was working in the kitchen but she kept on working and didn't say anything for a long time. Finally she opened her mouth, "I don't remember much of what happened." I was relieved hearing that but she dropped a bomb when she said, "So, I can't forgive you." Confused, I replied, "I don't understand." She looked me in the eye, probably the first time since that fated look of disgust, and said, "My first impression of you has been an unpleasant one. And you will always remain a pervy in my eyes." I was very disappointed, fell silent and went to my room. Back in my room, I tried to think of ways to make up to Rachel. I thought of gifting something to her but couldn't think of what ladies of her age might like. As it was about time for me to leave for college, I started getting dressed up. Just when I was about to pick my bag and leave, Rachel entered my room. She walked slowly towards me, with her head raised and her face bearing a smirk, walked past me and started, "I was thinking about earlier," I turned back to find her still continue her haughty walk, "and I want to give you a chance." My eyes widened and I asked her, "Really?" She replied, "Sure. As a start," she turned back and continued, looking into my eyes, "why don't you come help me with the dishes?" I was taken aback. She stood quite far, staring at me with a smirk, almost expecting me to say yes, while I was still processing the absurdity of her request. Actually, I was not sure if it was a request or an order. I meekly retaliated, "Why should I d-do the dishes? It is what y-you are p-paid for?" Rachel started walking towards me, not losing eye contact, and said, "See, the thing is I excuse bad behavior only from my friends. Now, Do you want to be my friend or not?" "Y-Yes." "Is it wrong of friends to ask each other for help?" "No." "Do you want to help me or not?" She stood inches close to me, her breasts heaving just in front of my mouth, and kept staring straight down at me. "YES!" When I entered the kitchen, I was astounded to see so many dishes. I said to Rachel, "There are so many. I might miss my bus." She calmly replied, "Don't worry. I'll ask Ms.Sharon to drop you off at college." I was very excited on hearing Sharon's name and began scrubbing the dishes with new-found vigor. Rachel, meanwhile had her breakfast standing beside me and instructed me from time to time. I felt extreme disgust when she handed over her plate to me for cleaning. To think that I was cleaning my maid servant's freshly disposed plate. It was humiliating. Rachel took me to Sharon's office and I, once again, could not dare speak to her. I just stood there shyly and Rachel did all the talking. A car was arranged for me and with a heavy heart, I took leave of Sharon. I kept pondering on the day's events on my way to college. Though, it was humiliating to clean dishes, I liked Rachel at the end of it since she gave me a wonderful reward. I felt like I must be the only person in the community to see Sharon twice. ***** I decided on being 'friends' with Rachel. It became a routine for me. My parents leave home before 9 AM and I would be 'helping' Rachel anytime between them leaving and 9:45 AM, my leaving time. She took care not to make me help over my departure time. So, I was not able to meet Sharon for a long time. Added to that is my increase in proficiency doing dishes. I became so accustomed to it that Rachel's plates no longer aroused disgust in me however clumsy she ate. Desperate to see Sharon, I started deliberately slowing down my work to overshoot. That too didn't work out as Rachel used to cut me off at 9:45 AM sharp. I was frustrated. Little did I know that those were my best days. Soon, Rachel upgraded me from dishes to cleaning the bathrooms. I was flabbergasted. I couldn't understand why she was making me do all these disgusting things. Was she punishing me under the veil of being friends? I did not even make that big of a mistake. So, I confronted her, "Rachel, Why are you making me do such a disgusting thing?" She looked surprised and replied calmly, "What do you mean by disgusting? I do this everyday." I was ashamed and at a loss for words. Unable to argue with her any further, I quietly accepted her retribution. There were two bathrooms in our quarters- a master bathroom and a servant bathroom. My parents and I used the master bathroom, obviously, whereas Rachel alone used the servant bathroom. However, the servant bathroom was the one which was stinkier. I threw up many a time while cleaning it and the stench combined with the fact that I was cleaning my maid's bathroom for her, deeply embarrassed me. Thinking back upon it, I don't know why I was so obedient towards her. I can't fathom why I put up with all those tribulations when the reward also didn't seem to be in sight. Anyway, I yielded to her will and soon I found myself doing all the housework while Rachel just cooked. It was like we had two maids- I, the housekeeper and Rachel, the cook. Still, I did not get my reward. Instead, she forced me to complete my pending work in the evening, before my parents returned home. One day, before a festival, the housework was so enormous that I snapped, "Rachel, I think you are exploiting me in the name of friendship." Rachel turned grave and asked me angrily, "Why do you think so? I have been very happy with your help." I went close to her and said in a low tone, "Um... I am the one who is doing all the housework in m... my house. It does... It doesn't feel right." Rachel thought for a while, turned her back to me and said, "Hmm, if that is your problem, don't worry. You can help me in other ways too." She raised her voice and said, "Just leave whatever you are doing and go to your room. And don't disturb me since my work just got doubled!" I was intimidated and requested her, "Please Rachel, let me help you just for today. There is an insane amount of work today." She quipped, without moving, "I won't repeat what I said!" The next day, immediately after my parents left, Rachel took me to her room in the Agency. That was the first time I was seeing the much talked about maids' rooms. True to the rumors, the room was enormous- about two thirds of our home. There was a large window opposite the door and just by the window, a treadmill laid beside a Queen sized bed. Various gym equipment filled the room here and there and they formed quite a collage with her scattered clothes all over the room. There was also a huge mirror on the wall against the bed. All in all, the room was excellent but because of its poor maintenance and decoration, it barely emitted any lustre. Rachel laid a hand on my shoulder and said in a sarcastic tone, "Since I would be so busy with your house from today, I want your help keeping my room. Is that fine enough, princess?" As I was about to speak, I heard somebody calling Rachel. I was exhilarated to see that it was Sharon. She smiled at me and I responded likewise. Rachel went out to have a chat with her while I was jumping around in joy in my heart. It was decided. I would come to Rachel's room everyday, fold her sheets, do her laundry and also try to be creative about how I arrange her room. I still had to clean her bathroom here also but my daily exchange of smiles with Sharon compensated for it. I also got to know about Rachel from doing her room. Never did I find a thing the same place where I left it the previous day. Every day, I opened the door for a new mess. I enjoyed the process of rearranging her room but the hardest part of it was to move the gym equipment. They were so heavy and yet so scattered that I wondered how tough it must be for Rachel to scatter them in the first place. Another interesting thing I found out was that there were many cum stains on her sheets. I was amazed to see so many stains because I do her laundry weekly. How horny she should be to leave so much cum in the span of a week! After that discovery, I started checking everyday... at least on the days Rachel was working at my house. I was quite intrigued by it and after a few weeks, I was enamored of her smell. One evening, I dropped in and was surprised to see her lifting weights in just a blouse and panties. She, meanwhile, was cool about it and asked me, continuing her routine with the dumbbells, "What's the matter?" I was quite nervous looking at her smoking hot bare body. Struggling to keep myself from staring at her strong thighs, I replied, "I f-forgot to water the p-plant in the morning." She said, "Okay. Since you are here, stay until my workout is over. I'll help you move the weights." I hastily replied, "No, it's okay. I can do that tomorrow." She said brusquely, "Oh come on. You can't even lift this dumbbell properly. How can you move the barbell?" I was unable to take my eyes off her the whole time. She wasn't perfect by any means, In fact, she was chubby like any other lady of her age but there was some grace in her every movement and a great deal of confidence oozed from every part of her body. Her thighs were huge and also looked strong enough to crush boulders. I couldn't see her biceps under her blouse but every time she lifted the dumbbell, there was a bulge. She looked so hot that a slight tent formed in my pants. I was shamelessly staring at Rachel's waist which was moving up and down rhythmically as she was lifting a barbell. Her brown waist lined up with tiny sweat droplets, which were glistening in the orange sunlight, looked magnificent. It was as if I was hypnotized by her. While I was still in her trance, I heard someone saying, "What are you staring at?" Something slipped out of my mouth which I couldn't figure out until I heard Rachel shouting, "SWEAT!?" I was awoken and terrified to see Rachel glaring at me, standing with her hands on her hips. She extended her hand and beckoned me towards her with her finger. Hesitantly, I moved close to her that I was towered over once again. She commanded me, "Tell me what do you mean when you said you were staring at my sweat." I dropped down my head unable to look directly into her eyes but she caught my chin and looked deep into my eyes. I yielded and hesitantly replied, "Well, I was looking at how beautiful your sweat looked in the evening light." Rachel touched her other hand to my crotch to find my hard dick. She laughed on my face and said, "Who do we have here, a sweatlicker?" Though I had not thought of it, the idea aroused me leading to a twitch in my dick. She chuckled and pushed my face backwards. I fell on the bed, a few feet behind me. She began walking towards me slowly and I was genuinely terrified now that I had seen her strength. I was ready to fall on her feet and ask for forgiveness when she spoke, "Alright, if it turns you on so much, I'll let you lick my sweat." I slowly touched my tongue to her waist, looking at her face all the while. A smile remained constantly on her face which gave me the courage to move forward. I vigorously licked her waist, with special attention to her belly button and found my hunger increase with every lick. After I sucked out the last bit of salt on her waist, quite organically, I started licking her thigh. Rachel pulled me up by my hair and said, "Not so fast." She started removing her blouse and my eyes widened seeing her huge boobs struggling inside a small bra. Now, she was just in her bra and panties and I was very happy seeing where things were going. But my desires were all crushed as she sent me home after making me lick her armpits. Her armpits were bushy and smelly but I didn't care as lust engulfed me. I was in ecstasy as I walked back home. I was sure that something was bound to happen in the coming days. Though I never fancied Rachel, this incident changed my entire perception of her. But nothing changed in our relationship. It was as if the incident was just a dream. Rachel made no mention of it afterwards and even if I stared at her while she was working out, she would just smile at me. The only thing that I looked forward to was to watch her semi nude while working out. ***** The sweatlicking session is what I consider the first turning point in our relationship. The second turning point came a few days after the first. My friends and I were playing football behind the Agency building and the ball went in. Since I was allowed access into the Agency, I decided to go fetch the ball but I was not sure if I should ask the watchwoman to fetch it for me because Rachel warned me many a time not to go into the back portion of the Agency building. All the maids' rooms and the office were also in the front half of the building. I often wondered what they did with the other half of an already large building. I figured out this might be my chance to find out and dashed in. I found the ball and was looking at all the beautiful rooms on the ground floor. There were four large rooms adjacent to each other and all of them have transparent glass walls. I was walking along an aisle which runs parallel to the rooms and suddenly started picking up moans of a woman. I hurried ahead and saw something which blew my mind. Sharon was sitting nude with her eyes closed on a chair facing the glass wall which I was looking though. There was another nude lady, whose back directly faces me, moving her ass in a fucking motion. I guessed that there was a third woman between those two, licking Sharon's pussy and getting pounded by the other woman. I couldn't take my eyes off Sharon's smooth, black body, her long fingers<b> fondling </font></b>her supple tits and her erotic facial expression. I was in awe taking in the overdose of beauty in front of my eyes. I sensed a threat but my legs rejected to move. Not even the shocks of Sharon staring into my eyes, the woman with the strapon missing from the scene in front of me and the third woman was actually a boy could make me flinch. The final shock came when I felt someone catching my shoulder. That scared the shit out of me and I kicked that person in the stomach and ran away. I couldn't sleep that night. My parents weren't home and it was raining heavily. I couldn't even masturbate to the sexy memories of Sharon because I knew I was fucked the next day. Rachel was scary as is. How could I deal with her if she was angry? Strangely, I was getting harder when I thought of angry Rachel. DING! DONG! The bell rang. I was happy that I could distract my thoughts attending the door. To my horror, it was Rachel herself. She was fully drenched and her huge boobs formed quite an outline on her drenched sari. I welcomed her in and gave a towel. She looked grave as usual. I didn't know whether she knew what I did but otherwise why would she come this late in the night? I was fucked. She tied the towel around her head and said drily, "Since sir and madam aren't home, I wanted to check up on how you are doing." I knew that was just an excuse. She walked around the room and asked calmly, "Do you have a change of clothes?" I replied, "My parents' room is locked. Though, I think there is a used lungi of my father in the laundry basket." How would she go home without clothes? I knew that I was seriously fucked for the whole night. Rachel didn't seem to care and replied, "Suits fine." I waited with my heart in my mouth while Rachel was changing. I thought of asking for forgiveness as soon as she came out of the bathroom but my mistake was so grave that I was unable to speak about it. Her face looked calm and she sat on my bed nonchalantly. I was looking at her from a distance and her figure aroused both fear and lust in me. My father was not a tall man so his lungi could cover only from above Rachel's boobs to just below her pussy. Rachel gestured me to sit beside her and she wrapped her right hand across me when I did so. I could feel the smell of her armpit and was reminded of the sweatlicking session with Rachel. It was then that it struck me that this might be the continuation of the previous session. Maybe Rachel didn't know yet of what happened and wanted to have sex with me. I knew there would be repercussions for what I did, in the future but for now I wanted to enjoy my time with Rachel. I looked up to see Rachel smiling at me. Her face was so sweet that I lean in for a kiss. She stopped me and shoved my face into her armpit. That also suited me fine. I took quite a liking for Rachel's armpit. I licked and sucked her hairs and inhaled every bit of her stinky aura. I lean in again after sucking both of her armpits for a kiss but she pushed me down saying, "Not so soon." I sensed some anger in her tone. I placed my hands on her thighs and dove into the lungi. I let out a groan as she pulled me by my hair and shoved my face to the ground, just beside her right foot and she stepped her left foot on my head. I was in a difficult position, resting on my knees, my head on the ground below her foot. In that position, I could do only one thing - lick her right foot. She moved her right foot all over my face to get every inch of it licked. I felt very humiliated, having to lick the feet of my maid servant but whenever I stopped, she increased pressure on my head which reminded me that in a way, I, too was her housekeeper. When her entire right foot(including her sole) was licked clean, she released me, spread her legs apart and smirked at me. Though unsaid, I realized precisely what she wanted and took her left foot into my hands. She had a wide grin on her face and motioned me to continue. It was only after I licked her foot clean that she raised her lungi and made her pussy public. It was black, moist, hairy and very inviting. I quickly dove in and probed my tongue to find her hole. I held her hips tightly and began vigorously moving my tongue in and out of her cunt. Rachel's moans filled the room and that boosted me to move my tongue even faster. Suddenly, Rachel started speaking, "Looks like you forgot all about what you did in the afternoon." I was petrified. She continued, "Haven't I warned you many a time to not go to the back?" I tried to raise my head and apologize, "Rachel, I'm..." Her powerful thighs caught my head and began crushing it. My head felt like it was stuck in a pair of pliers and I groaned in pain. Rachel screamed at me, "Did I ask you to stop licking? Listen bastard, if you ever slow down, you'll see hell. Get to work." I mustered all my strength and licked her pussy. She moaned, "Faster! Faster!" She pushed my head with her hand and moaned rhythmically. I couldn't keep the pace for a long time with my head getting crushed. Rachel smacked me on my back and shouted, "Where has all your passion gone, motherfucker? You ruined my reputation in front of Ms. Sharon and are you expecting to have a good time with me? You, shameless bastard." My eyes welled up as this was the first time I received such verbal abuse and that too receiving it from my maid servant further humiliated me. I replied while crying, "I'm sorry, Rachel." Immediately, two smacks landed on my back followed by Rachel growling, "Don't talk, asshole. Aren't you the one who was overjoyed at licking my pussy? Now, stop whining and get to work. I won't give you another warning." Rachel started moaning and smacking my back and said, "You sure have some nerve, fucker. Not only did you trespass the area off limits to you but you also kicked my dear friend, Lola. Did you expect that there would be mild repercussions, shameless bastard? Lick. Lick until your tongue dies." As my tongue began slowing down, her thighs too tightened on me, leaving me breathless. I was about to pass out when Rachel pulled my head out. After I had taken a couple of deep breaths, she again pushed me onto her crotch. However, she relaxed her thigh grip and I continued licking. Finally, I brought her to a thundering orgasm and her thighs once again tightened around my head, probably the tightest it had ever been. I felt like my head was about to break as her juices flooded my mouth. Slightly afterwards, a steady stream of hot liquid flowed into my mouth. I realized it was pee but had no choice other than drinking it. Rachel calmed down after that and spread herself on my bed. I was forced to sleep on the floor and I quietly accepted it as I didn't have the courage to stand up against her. With my hard-on still raging and Rachel having ordered me not to touch it, I found it tough to sleep. Meanwhile, Rachel gently started a conversation, "Did you like what you saw at the Agency, Pravin?" This was the first time Rachel addressed me by my name. I gathered that she was serious and I too honestly replied, "Yes." I heard Rachel turning in the bed, her voice also appeared closer as she said, "What did you like about it?" I blushed, "Well... making love to Sharon." She corrected me, "Ms. Sharon." "I mean... Ms. Sharon." She continued matter-of-factually, "You were going to, but today's incident slimmed your changes." My eyes lit up, "I was going to? Really? How?" "You see, Ms. Sharon likes well disciplined boys. I put in a good word for you for your help with my housework." She chuckled and said, "But now, you ruined your chances." I felt very angry with myself as I let a golden chance slip away due to my foolishness. I pleaded Rachel, "I will be a good boy from now, Rachel. Please take me to Ms. Sharon so I can apologize to her properly. Please." She laughed and said, "That's not going to work. You need to prove that you have really changed. And the only way to do that is..." "What is it Rachel? I will do anything." "You have to submit to me." I didn't know what to say to that. Rachel continued, "Think about it thoroughly and give me your answer in the morning. If you say no, I won't bother you ever, even for help with my housework." ***** I dozed off some time before dawn and when I woke up, Rachel wasn't on the bed. Last night, Rachel sat on my face a couple of times and fed me her cum and urine. I felt so full upon waking with all the liquid intake and puked. I roamed around the house and found that the door was locked from the outside. I sat on my bed and began thinking what to respond to Rachel's proposal. Finally, she came and was very cheerful, her face glowing with confidence. She asked me, "So, what did you decide?" I knelt down, kissed her feet and said, "Please discipline me, Rachel." Rachel squealed in delight, stood me up and gave a tight slap, "That's mistress for you." I quickly realized my mistake and said, "I'm sorry, mistress." She then posed me a flurry of questions for which I guessed my reply should always be "Yes, mistress." Finally, she asked me, "I will make you my bitch right here and right now. Are you ready, Pravin?" "Yes, mistress." "Strip. Quick!" I quickly removed my T-shirt and shorts and stood in front of Rachel with a raging hard-on. She wiped the pre-cum from my dick and asked me, "Seems like you followed my order faithfully. I have high expectations of you, bitch." "I'll try my best, mistress." She put her fingers in my mouth and I displayed no hesitation in licking them up. I was surprised that I liked submitting to my maid servant so much. The inversion of power dynamic aroused me to the peak. I was willing to do everything for her. Rachel pulled me by my cock and said, "Undress me. You can take your time." I was very excited to look at her bare body in daylight and first undraped her outfit. She stood in just a blouse and a petticoat. I removed her petticoat and her powerful thighs which showed me hell came into light. Next, I removed her blouse. Now, she was just in her bra and panties. There was a bulge in her bra and Rachel revealed it to be a dildo, a flesh colored dildo. She slid it into my mouth as I removed her bra. Finally, I crouched and removed her panties to reveal a strap-on harness underneath it. I looked at Rachel's face and she gave a devilish grin. She maneuvered my head to fit the dildo in my mouth to the harness. Once it fit, she moved my head rhythmically in and out shouting, "Suck harder, bastard. I know you crave for my cock. So, suck it like your life depended on it." I never knew sucking cock was this hard. As Rachel's cock pushed deep into me, I was finding it hard to breathe but I persevered. I did a good enough job to please Rachel and lay on the floor gasping for breath. Rachel lifted me, threw me on the bed and pounced on me. Then, she kissed me. For the first time. Her cock was touching mine and the friction felt good. Then, she turned me to doggy position and adjusted herself behind me. I felt something cool enter my asshole and along with it her finger slid easily. Soon, four of her fingers were going in and out of my anus. Occasionally, they touched my prostrate and my dick twitched. Finally, I could feel the strap-on at my asshole and Rachel shouted, "Get ready to lose your virginity, bitch. Here I come." With that, she gave a strong thrust which made me squeal in pain and her cock-head reached inside me. She began drilling into my anus with slow but powerful strokes and started screaming, "How are you feeling, my bitch?" "It's amazing, mistress." "Does my cock amaze you?" "Yes, mistress." "Does it fill you?" "Yes, mistress." "What do you want to do with it?" "Take it like the bitch I am." Rachel chuckled and said, "That's right. Take it like the bitch you are," and pushed the entire dildo inside me. That shot terrible pain in me and my head fell on the bed, protruding my ass even more towards Rachel. Rachel started humping slowly and soon picked up rhythm. With every stroke, she stimulated my prostrate and I could feel pleasure all along my dick. Slowly, her speed increased as well as the length of the strap-on going outside my ass. I could feel blood gushing towards my face, making it contorted as Rachel ravaged me with her quick long strokes. She stopped suddenly and my ass, upon the sudden emptiness, longed for her to fill me again. She dragged me by my waist to the side of the bed, took her position behind me on the floor and pounded into me vigorously. She was at the peak of her speed and my head started feeling fuzzy for the lack of time to process each stroke. Finally, I felt cum build up in my balls and shouted, "Mistress, I am about to come." She screamed, panting, "Hold it in, bastard," and slowed down a little. After some time, she shouted, "Cum for me, bitch." The room was filled with both of our groans as we reached our orgasms. My cum formed a big puddle under me which stuck to my stomach eventually, as Rachel fell down on me with her dildo still in my ass. Once I reached my orgasm, the dildo inside me pained but I bear with it. Rachel kissed me on my nose and mouth and said, "Thus, I proclaim you a maidboy." Confusion crept up in me which was soon overpowered by my exhaustion and I dozed off. |
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1/24/2022 4:16 am |
Nice, thank you for sharing
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that was an incredible story Miss
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1/26/2022 3:54 pm |
A well written story of how a young man who doesn't understand that he is a submissive is broken down into an obedient slut slave and loves it by a Femdom that knows the process. I enjoyed and related to it.
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