It had been about a month since I had been round Keith’s. I was determined to not make it a regular occurrence that I did.. things… for him but if he was going to claim my dignity it would have to be worth it. Making it a rare occurrence kept up its value.
I also hadn’t exactly enjoyed it. It was very much a means to an end and the less I did it, the less likely it would become common knowledge.
It was heading towards the end of term and I was hanging out in the common room with my friends Daryl and James.
“Guys, I’m thinking we should take a lads holiday. Amsterdam is well cheap and it has all the weed and sex we could want,” said James excitedly.
“Oh thats a great idea. We could rent a flat and go mental,” added Daryl.
“Sounds fun! Price it up and I will be there!” I said.
Amsterdam wasn’t too expensive or so I’d heard. I had a little hidden away and Christmas was coming. I could get an advance from my parents or something.
“Sweet, I will let you know,” James said as he got up, already on his phone looking at flights.
Later that day, I got a message.
“All organised guys! Everything is booked so send me your shares ASAP as Dad wants it back,” There was a screenshot for the bill of each thing.
“Fuck me, that sounds awesome,” I thought.
“Fuck me, that’s a lot,” was the follow up.
He had spent over four grand. I could nowhere near afford that. My share looked to be around £1400. I had a couple hundred…
“Oh for fucks sake. I’m gonna have to go to Keith,” I said to myself.
Would Keith even have that kind of money and what was he gonna make me do for it.
“Hey, short notice but I need £1200. Any chance you can accommodate that?” I sent the message dreading the reply.
A very quick response, “Oh dear, you’re really gonna have to work to earn that aren’t you?”
“I will do what I have to Keith, let me know a time”
“5pm, expect to spend the evening. Use the back door”
I quickly text my mum saying I was hanging out at a friends this so I would be back late.
I got on with some coursework, stressing about my evening ahead.
I left college late so I didn’t have to go home first. I trudged over, not particularly keen to get to my destination. I skirted around his car and opened the back gate.
There was a package and a note on the back door.
“You looked so fetching in this, I want you to wear it again. There is a little extra”
No hesitation and I’m being degraded from the start. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I accepted my fate. It was freezing so I very quickly stripped and put on the jockstrap. A slightly different one this time that was silk. It was very smooth against my shrunken cock as I covered it.
Then the frilly maids dress that barely reached my butt and left a lot on view, along with the heels. Wobbling a little less this time once they were on, I found the new addition to the collection.
There was a long brunette wig alonside the headdress. Clearly he wants me looking more feminine this time. I put it on and I can see my reflection in the dark windows. I barely recognise myself as this slim, leggy maid. Not quite passable as an actual woman but you would have to look twice to be sure.
Taking a deep breath, I open the door and walk in to the familiar surroundings. Keith isn’t there to greet me so I walk through to the living room and find him there.
“Oh aren’t you a sight dear. I love what you’ve done with your hair,” he strokes the wig and caresses my face.
Somehow this is worse than feeling his cum. I can’t place why but I despise it.
“Now, I am a little overdressed but you’re gonna have to help me. I’m a little achey and need you to undress me,” he groaned.
I move my hand to the hem of his tshirt and lift up. Getting real close so our stomachs touch when I try to lift it over his arms. I can feel his erection against me already. He is loving my humiliation.
Now topless, he lowers his eyes to his waist and then looks at me. I know what he wants so I kneel to get a better position. His groin protuding out and inches from my face. I get my fingers in his waistband, which is no mean feat as he does bayrampaşa escort have a large stomach.
I pull the fabric downwards and over his cock which pops out in front of me. Already dripping precum, he must be very excited. What does he have planned?
I pull his trousers down to his ankles and as he steps out, a dollop of cum hits the floor.
“We don’t waste that do we dear, better clean that up. No need for your hands though,” he instructed.
Disgusted by the fact it’s the floor, I shuffle back and bend further so my face is near the floor. Keith is standing over me as I lick the dollop up.
Another lands just in front of me. No point fighting it, I lick it up too. He keeps stepping back and each step, another drop falls. I follow him, licking up as we go.
“Look, there’s a drop on the tip. Better claim it before it falls,” he said, waggling his cock at me.
I lock eyes with his snake eye. I edge towards it and make my tongue as big as possible. I lick as firmly as i can from where the foreskin meets up and go along his slit. He groans as I do this and then slaps his cock against my tongue.
“Oh my sweet, you are getting well acquainted with this today. Better look like you enjoy it or I won’t pay a penny,” he said firmly.
Fuck, this is going to be a lot. I was trying not to grimace each time and no way am I letting him refuse payment. I try to switch off my brain and get into the mindset of being a cumwhore. Making Keith think I actually enjoy this was my priority. This was going to have to be quite the performance.
“Now, sweety. I need to you to clean every inch of the flooring. There is a pack of cloths in the kitchen and if I drop anything, you need to clean that up too. No matter where it lands. Don’t worry, I will make sure you don’t miss a drop,” he said sweetly.
I grab the clothes and return to Keith in the living room. I crawl and clean the floor, making sure I don’t miss an inch. Keith was masturbating, following me around. He was getting quite the view of my arse and little hole.
Every now and again, pre cum would hit the floor and I would lick it up. Keith would occasionally flick some on my arse, wipe it up with his cock and make me lick the tip clean again. He followed me around like this from room to room, where I wiped the living room down, the kitchen and the main corridor.
As I crawled my way into the bathroom, he paused me. He knelt behind me and slapped his cock on my vulnerable hole. Leaving a little bit of cum on my rosebud each time.
He poked his finger in the deposit, applying slight pressure to my hole and then reached and fed me the cum. I was repulsed but desperately trying not to show it. It didn’t taste any different as my hole was clean but the idea of it, made me want to gag.
He repeated the motion until the cum was all wiped away from my arsehole and he told me to continue. He fortunately didn’t drip any more cum in the bathroom so I made the crawl to his room.
He plopped himself on the bed and watched and wanked as I continued cleaning the floor.
“Oh my sweet, I appear to have made a mess of myself,” he called to me.
He really had. The precum had dribbled down the shaft and pooled in his balls. They were pretty low hanging and with the way he was sat, they acted like a bowl where the cum was collecting.
I climbed on to the bed, staying in the knelt position, my knees screaming for mercy. I cleaned the tip again and licked down the hard shaft to collect all the cum before reaching the puddle.
Keith groaned throughout and rested his cock on my forehead where I could feel his precum still coming out. I lowered my self and slurped at his balls to get the cum as there was too much to just lick. His pubes tickled my chin as his balls were pretty bushy and I hoped I wouldn’t suck up a hair or two and choke. How grim would that be.
“Oh I can still feel some lower down,” he moaned.
I lifted his now clean sack and saw a small rivulet heading towards his anus. I quickly claimed it before it reached so I wouldn’t have to rim him.
“You’ve done a top job but I want to slow things down. No point ending çapa escort this too quickly,” he said as he leant forward.
He pulled my face to meet his and started kissing me. I hated it. This was worse than licking his taint. I could feel the slight stubble on my face, his tongue squirming in my mouth. This felt too romantic, this felt too involved. I almost wanted to go back to slurping cum from his hairy balls. I could detach from that.
He slowly lifted me so that I sat on his groin. My knees either side of his waist, my head a little above his and the tip of his cock nestled near the base of my spine and the shaft between my cheeks.
I felt feminine, I felt like his doll and that even though I was on top of him, I was completely at his mercy. He groped and spread my cheeks while he kissed me. His precum lubing my cheeks up.
He finally pulled away and relief swept over me. Hopefully, that would be it for kissing.
He reached to the side, me still astride him and put his hand in his bedside drawer. When he withdrew, he held out a dildo. About 6″, so a little bigger than him. Bright purple and a set of fake balls.
“Turn around my lovely,” he instructed.
I got off him and bent over, fearing the worst. I wasn’t expecting anal. I wasn’t ready for that. I clenched my arse tight, terrified of an intruder.
“Oh lighten up sweety, it’s not going in you… Yet at least,” he teased.
He proceeded to wipe the toy against my hole and made sure all his precum was on it.
“I just want to see your technique, you better impress,” he challenged.
He held the toy out to me and I took it. I took a breath and put the tip in my mouth. I swirled and could only taste his cum.
“That’s right, dont forget to lick the shaft and treat those balls right,” he said while he watched intently.
I pulled it out of my lips and did as he said. Licked the shaft gently down to the balls where I sucked them.
He let me suck and lick for a few minutes, his erection never waning.
“I think that’s enough, now the main event,” he said pulling my attention back to him.
He lowered himself so he was lying on his back rather than sitting, and waggled his dick at me. Hopefully, this would be all for the evening.
I knelt and licked from the base to the tip, getting a shudder from him. I took the tip in my mouth and swirled his head with my tongue. I needed to do a quick job and get this over with but that would mean needing to do a top level blowjob.
I fondled his balls and massaged them while I pleasure his tip. He was putty in my hands, moaning loudly and shaking. He seemed to be very much enjoying my work.
I took more of his cock in my mouth and slowly started to bob, taking more in each time until I reached the base. His pubes tickling my nose, I held it there. Sucking as best as I could to to increase the pressure on his shaft and therefore the pleasure.
I kept him in my mouth for at least two minutes like this, needing to breath soon and my world going a little fuzzy.
Then I felt his balls tighten in my hands, it was happening. I panicked as I was struggling to breathe and didn’t want to choke so I pulled away just as his cock open fired.
He came in every direction, hitting his chin, his chest, my face and my ‘tits’. He had 7-8 shots fly up before it died down and caused a river over his stomach and finally dribble down his shaft.
His hand lifted my chin so I could look at his face. It was an expression of bliss.
“We don’t waste a drop remember,” he whispered.
Fuck. I should have just swallowed,
With a sigh, I leant to his chin and licked at his stubble. Claiming every drop before working my way down his chest and stomach. As I reached his groin, he spread his legs.
The cum had run beside his balls and into his crack. I licked and slurped, wanting to end this as quick as possible before reaching his cleft. He closed his legs and lifted his knees to his chest. His deflated cock and balls hanging out and his arse exposed.
I suck on the tip of his cock and cleaned his balls again before lifting them and lowering my face below them. Not too much had fındıkzade escort made it down here but enough that I would have to briefly tongue his arse.
I closed my eyes and dived in. It was a little tangier down here and more musky but he was a clean guy so not as bad as I expected. It only took 30 seconds but the wave of shame took over as I processed what I had just done.
Keith sat up and guided me to the side of the bed so I stoop up.
“I have this bit,” he said as he moved his face to mine.
He slurped at my face, licking his cum off me. He lick, he kissed me and pushed it into my mouth. I was switched off now, it wasn’t bothering me anymore. I just went with it.
He worked his way down and licked it all off my chest, still returning each drop to my mouth. I was swallowing on autopilot and oblivious to the taste.
I then felt him lift the bottom of the dress so the silky jockstrap was all the covered my cock. No longer shrunken but flaccid still.
He pulled the jock strap down and took me in his mouth. He sucked and licked and slurped, putting my abilities to shame.
I could feel his hands on my cheeks, forcing my cock into his mouth now that it was erect. One hand lowered and left me, but shortly returned. It had a warm liquid on it now, must be the last of his cum.
He edged his finger towards my hole, I didn’t panic this time. Too exhausted to even think let alone worry.
He applied pressure to my bud as he bottomed out on my cock. He held me in deepthroat, the pressure around my head and shaft, feeling glorious.
My orgasm built, and he could sense it. The moment I was close, he pushed the finger into the second knuckle.
It’s not a feeling I could easily describe but I woke up. The tiredness had gone and my cock burst like a cannon. I came harder than I ever had, my sphincter clenching around his finger, heigthening the experience.
I kept going for 7 or 8 bursts, filling his mouth to the brim. He pulled away when I stopped producing and stood up, finger still inside me. He kissed me one last time for the night and pushed my huge load into my mouth.
He slowly fingered my hole as he did, waves of pleasure with each movement. He had pinpointed my prostate and abused it freely while filling my mouth with my own seed.
I stayed hard, it hadn’t gone down throughout this. His prostate manipulation keeping me at full mast, I was disgusted and more turned on than I had ever been in equal measure.
“Oh honey, this little arse knows whats up. Never met someone who needs his arse filled so much but so reluctant to do so,” he said, a little disappointed.
“Keith, I….I don’t want to ever do that. I’m not gay,” I stuttered.
“Of course, of course. This is all perfectly straight. I’ll repect your wishes though,” he begrudged.
He pulled his finger out and my cock instantly started deflating.
He turned and went to his bedside table again. He pulled out the wad of cash I had come for.
“You can have this in one condition,” he said, holding the cash away from me.
I groaned, “What? Haven’t I earnt it?”
“Nearly sweety, nearly. You missed the last drop of cum though,” he teased.
He held his finger out to me, still glistening from the cum he used as lube in my arse.
I did it. Quickly, not wanting to taste my own rectum.
“There you go, no waste remember sweety,” he moaned.
He handed me the cash and ushered me to the back door. I was still a girly maid…
“Leave the stuff in the package,” he said abruptly.
He then promptly shoved me out the door and shut it.
It was even colder than before. Now being about 10pm. I stripped again and threw his stuff in the bag while returning to my own clothes.
I left the package on the doorstep and skulked out the back gate.
I walked the short distance home and text James that I could give him cash tomorrow. I hopped in the shower, washed the evening from me.
When I reached my crack, I hesitated. I grabbed the shower gel and added some more to my hand and quickly lathered up my whole crease before putting a sly finger in.
My cock rose and I tugged on all 7″ inches before embarrassingly quickly, cumming. All the cum hitting the wall of the shower, I headed towards it on instinct. Finger still knuckle deep in my arse, I licked the wall clean.
“Can’t have waste can we,” I whispered to myself. I didn’t enjoy it, but with my prostate pleasured, I was far more willing.
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