that he swallowed everything with light movements.
“Besides that, I told him to lick me and not miss a single drop. He obediently went to my crotch. The last drops were collected by his tongue which was placed a few inches from my pussy. When I was done I ordered him to wipe me off with paper and to pull up my red thong. He was very careful and gentle. He took a large sheet of toilet paper and gently wiped up my freshly shaven pussy.
“He treated me like I was a piece of finest crystal or porcelain. He put on my panties and with his hands fixed all the creases on my pleated skirt. With the same paper he used to wipe up my pussy he started to wipe his mouth and chin. Ha, ha, ha, ha. There, that was my reward to him. I gave him an incentive to work around the house while I went out and had a good time. Lately I haven’t practiced rewarding him that way.
“Before I used to do it on a daily basis, even two or three times a day, and now those moments were rare. He is still crazy about me and is ready for anything just to get a little attention from me and hope of getting a piece of my pussy. With that I pleased him and eased myself since I needed to use the bathroom before I left.
“I can safely say I totally enjoyed pissing on my servant.
“Dominant like this, looking sexy, and smiling, I watched through my spread legs how liquid sprayed the mouth, face, nose and ears of my slave. I yelled at him to open wide and to drink my liquids. I saw him swallowing and the remnants of the liquid spilling through his chin and disappearing behind his shirt. I even pissed on a lock of his hair and his neck.
“This dog swallowed it whole and licked just like I ordered him. Of course I knew that afterward I would be visiting friends where I would enjoy more attention, and the slave would be in this house cooking, cleaning and filling out my orders. I also knew he was going to jerk of immediately thinking of me just to ease himself and calm down. Ha, ha, ha.
“Otherwise he would have to spend the whole afternoon and evening walking around with a hard cock and he wouldn’t be able to walk straight. He is aware that he has to work hard and fulfill all of my demands so he could hope, if he is good and obedient, to get some pussy from me.
“I was sure that after I had left he was doing all of the chores, running around content having had that little attention from me. When I got home that night the apartment was shining. It’s great, believe me. Ha, ha, ha.
“Right after, I told him I was going to go since I didn’t want to be late. I ordered him to wash his face and change his shirt so he could go out and open the garage door for me so I wouldn’t get dirty. ‘Come on. Hurry up. I don’t want to wait. My barbecue at Isabel’s is going to get cold.’
“When he opened the garage door I realized that I was missing my cigarettes so I sent him to the nearest store to buy me some cigarettes and gum. He came back after a minute. He took out some wet tissues out of his pocket and gave them to me through an opened car window.
“He knew I was always careful about hygiene and I always needed wet tissues.
“I was very pleased that he remembered to buy them since I didn’t give him that order, but he always seemed to remember exactly what I was missing and needed. He doesn’t actually do anything else except think of me and the various things he could do to keep me happy and satisfied, hoping I would give him what he longed for.
“While I was waiting for him in the car for a minute or so I analyzed my looks. I looked at the rear view mirror of the car to check if my makeup was ok. I was super content with how I looked. The car was always clean because he washes it constantly. I found nice music on the radio. I felt wonderful and powerful and I had a craving for something more. I ordered him to come closer, and kneel down beside the door. He could barely bend down looking at my slim body and naked legs. I shifted the steering wheel into first gear and got ready to go.
“Then I ordered him, ‘Come on, open up your mouth quickly. I want to spit. You know how I like that.” I spit directly into the mouth of my slave, and drove off to have a good time. Ha, ha, ha…
“Of course during the drive, at all of the traffic lights and crossroads everyone was looking at my legs, cleavage, shouted some things and took long turns after my white Golf.”
“Alice. It looks like all you ever do is drive the professor crazy and nothing more. That really isn’t right.”
“So what? I don’t care. I do what I want. If he wants to be with me he knows he has to fulfill all of my wishes. He needs to make all the effort over my pussy. That’s how it always has been.”
Chapter 4
“When I reached my colleague’s house, I was bombarded with compliments from all sides. They gave me a central spot, on a wide sofa. The colleague’s husband was looking at me with eyes and mouth wide open like he had just seen an alien. He took out a clean cloth from the closet and placed it quickly on my seat. I noticed him looking at my ass and thighs.
“Those two are very crazy. They’re constantly fooling around, and their favorite topic is sex. They could talk about it for days. Isabel served the food soon after I got there. Something sweet, coffee and drinks. We fooled around a bit and gradually John and Isabel started to talk about their favorite topic. John told a lot of jokes about sex and carefully watched me. I accepted his joking and felt just great.
“Later John went out to buy us cold beers and to bring the barbecue from the restaurant nearby. When we were alone, Isabel told me I looked very sexy and fuckable.
“‘Alice. No wonder everybody at work has the hots for you.’ Wanting to know more details, I said ‘Who has the hoots for me? Don’t be silly!’
“‘Trust me, Alice, you have been the main topic at work for a long time. When you came to work dressed very sexy the whole office heard about your attractive, fuckable looks. You must have noticed some of our colleagues coming to your desk asking you things, and all the time they kept staring at your extra short miniskirt.
“‘They talk about your looks so much that some of them called their friends to comment with an added extra. Do you know that the colleague you are sitting with called his buddy who just happens to be working ten miles away to come by for a visit and take a look? Of course he came by and just kept staring, so they had a hard time making him go back to work.’
“That did sound familiar and like nothing strange, since I was indeed getting attention and lustful looks from my colleagues, but until now I wasn’t aware of the reaction from that particular event.
“Isabel also told me that she noticed how some of our younger colleagues, after talking to me in my office where I would hand out orders, went behind garages to jerk off. They mentioned how excited they were numerous times. They said I was a strict but fair boss, also demanding but they were ready to do anything, even swallow my curses and insults just to please me because I excited them so much.
“‘Alice, I heard with my own two ears,’ Isabel said, “that older colleagues kept nagging the younger ones. Every time they saw them walking out of your office the older colleagues told the younger ones to go and jerk off first, and then to get to work.’
“At that moment, John came back with the hot barbecue. We ate with fervor since the meat was perfectly prepared. ‘That was chosen just for you,’ said the host. ‘I told them to take the best meat they had, since it was for a special guest.’ After such a good dinner I felt full and thought I was going to burst. After cold beers and a fresh salad I was totally content. That’s what I told my hosts. I could see that they were both pleased when I complimented them.
“‘I could easily lie down and sleep,’ I said, touching my flat stomach. They offered for me to lie down on their comfortable couch. I kept listening to their stories as they continued to fool around. I sipped at my drink slowly and started to enjoy myself, and I decided to turn them on a little bit for fun. I looked seductively at John, watching if he was getting aroused, but I didn’t notice any sign of it. I wasn’t taught that someone could look at me all the time, admire my curves and not get a hard on.
I started to lazily go through my hair with my fingers, and listened to the conversation.
“Then I relaxed on one side of the couch, turning my pelvis towards John. The leg that was crossed was moving up and down asking them what they thought about my sandals. Just by ‘accident,’ I moved the pleated part of my skirt just a little and showed some more of my naked thighs. At that moment, their cat walked in. I don’t like cats, but I lifted myself up to pet her, giving them another round of pleasure.
“The cat was lying on the floor. I went to her. Standing on my high heels, I bent towards the cat not bending my knees. The muscles on my legs were stretched like a wire. The high heel of my sandal lifted up my calves and
