She walked into the room like she already owned me. Tight black dress hugging every curve, long hair falling over one shoulder, and those eyes that said she knew exactly what I was thinking. I’d met her at the bar two nights ago, and now here I was, standing naked in her apartment, cock already half-hard from the way she looked at me.
“On your knees, slave,” she said, voice low and direct. No smile. Just command.
I dropped. The floor was cold against my skin, but I didn’t care. She circled me once, heels clicking, then stopped in front of me. Her hand grabbed my chin and tilted my face up. “You wanted to be my gulam. Say it.”
“I’m your gulam,” I answered, voice rough. “Your slave.”
She smirked and pulled the dress up slowly, revealing smooth thighs and a tiny black thong. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid it down, stepping out of it. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face straight into her.
“Lick,” she ordered.
I didn’t hesitate. My tongue dragged up her slit, tasting her, and she let out a low moan that went straight to my dick. I licked harder, sucking her clit, pushing my tongue inside her while she rocked against my mouth. Her grip tightened in my hair, using me like a toy. Every time I tried to slow down she pulled harder, forcing me deeper.
“Fingers,” she snapped.
I slid two inside her, curling them the way she liked, pumping while my tongue worked her clit. She came fast, thighs clamping around my head, grinding on my face until she was done. When she stepped back my chin was wet and my cock was leaking onto the floor.
She looked down at the mess. “Clean that up with your tongue.”
I bent forward and licked my own precum off the hardwood, feeling my face burn. She laughed softly, then walked to the couch and sat with her legs spread.
“Come here. On all fours.”
I crawled to her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking once, hard, then letting go. “You don’t get to come until I say. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled for the first time. “Good boy.”
She had me lie on my back on the rug. She straddled my chest, facing my feet, and lowered herself onto my mouth again. While I ate her she reached back and stroked my cock with slow, teasing pulls, stopping every time I got close. She came twice more, flooding my mouth, then finally turned around and sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion.
Her pussy was hot and tight. She rode me hard, hands on my chest, nails digging in. Every time I thrust up she slapped my face. “Stay still. I fuck you, not the other way around.”
I lay there and took it, watching her tits bounce, feeling her clench around me. She leaned down and bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I groaned. “Your gulam. Use me.”
She came again, grinding down, then climbed off and turned around. She lowered her ass over my face this time. “Lick it while I suck your cock.”
I obeyed, tongue circling her tight hole while she took me deep in her throat. She sucked me rough, gagging herself, spit running down my balls. Every time I got close she stopped and squeezed the base of my cock until the urge passed. She kept me on the edge for what felt like an hour, alternating between riding my face and sucking me until my legs shook.
Finally she turned and sank back onto my cock, facing me this time. She grabbed my throat with one hand. “Come inside me. Now.”
I exploded the second she gave permission, hips jerking, filling her while she kept riding through it. She didn’t stop until I was twitching and oversensitive. Then she lifted off, moved up, and sat on my mouth again.
“Clean your mess.”
I licked my own cum out of her, swallowing every drop while she rubbed her clit and came one last time on my tongue.
When she was finished she stood, smoothed her dress down, and looked at me still lying on the floor, cock soft and spent, face shiny.
“Same time tomorrow,” she said. “Don’t be late, slave.”
She walked out of the room without looking back. I stayed on the floor, breathing hard, already hard again at the thought of coming back.
