I woke up in Linda’s bed in the best mood I have been in a long time. Opening one eye, I realised that I was alone in bed. Memories from last night began another tingle in my pussy, and I laughed at how horny I had become. I wanted her again. I yearned for her to command me to engage in lewd activities, and I loved the notion of being under her control. I knew I wasn’t the only one she owned, but I didn’t mind. I wondered what was happening to me when the idea of being in her harem made me wet. Unable to resist, I licked a finger and slipped it down my body, trying to mimic how Linda had finger-fucked me last night. As I stroked my clit, and fantasised about her body. I fantasised about her ordering me to lick her breasts and suck her clit until she cums, and then fucking me with her strap-on as promised.
I rubbed my mound harder as the fantasy consumed me, gyrating on the bed while I moaned her name.
“Yes, Linda. Fuck me harder! Turn me into your slut. You own me, Goddess.”
I came hard, breathing heavily. When I opened my eyes, I was startled when I saw the object of my desire at the doorway, watching me. She was wearing the bum shorts and tank top combination that made me go crazy, but I tried to compose myself by keeping my eyes on her face.
I couldn’t decipher her expression, but she didn’t look upset. I wondered what the rules were. Was I allowed to cum by myself?
“Good morning, Abby. You need to take a shower and get dressed for lectures; otherwise, you will be late. I made you breakfast.”
I guess we are going to ignore what she had caught me doing—at least for now.
“Good morning, Linda, and thank you,” I answered, feeling warmth spread through me. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she had reminded me not to be tardy for my classes, nor was it the first time she had cooked breakfast for me, but this time felt a little different. It felt like she was taking care of me.
I scrambled off the bed naked, looking around for my clothes from last night. Her eyes raked me as I walked around her room to gather my clothes, but she didn’t say anything until I walked by her in the doorway.
“I’ll wait for you in the kitchen,” she promised before planting a kiss on my lips.
All through my shower and dressing up, I thought about Linda and what the change in our relationship would mean for me. I hoped that I would be able to concentrate in class, because now that I had tasted what being with her felt like, she was all I could think of.
My sexy roomie was waiting for me in the kitchen when I walked in, showered, and dressed. I felt gratified when her gaze lingered on me for a while because I had spent longer than usual getting dressed. I wanted to look good for her.
“You look great,” she finally said, making me flush with pleasure.
“Thank you.”
She gestured for me to sit and uncovered the plates. She’d made me a stack of my favourite banana pancakes with chocolate chips, and she poured me a glass of juice. I grinned at her to show my appreciation.
“Eat,” she ordered, and I dug in, trying not to get sexually excited at the order.
“You like being ordered around.”
It was not a question, but I answered anyway. “By you, yes. It turns me on.”
“Hmmm… I knew you would enjoy being owned, but your responsiveness has exceeded my expectations. You enjoyed being called my slut.”
I felt my nipples harden. “Yes, yes, I did. I want to be your slut.”
She was staring at me so intently, and having her attention on me like that was distracting. I returned my attention to my breakfast, forking some of the pancakes into my mouth.
“Are you into humiliation?”
I almost choked at the question, but I swallowed carefully and thought about it. She didn’t talk as she patiently waited for me to speak, sipping some of her coffee.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t think I am. Maybe some light humiliation? I get so hot when you call me your slut and stuff like that, but I wouldn’t want you to spit on me or anything that seriously humiliating.”
“Would you be turned on if I ordered you to sit naked on the couch and watch me fuck Norma without touching yourself?”
I felt the wetness coating my sex at the image her words produced in my mind, and I wished I didn’t have lectures that morning. I cleared my throat. “Yes, it would turn me on a lot.”
It was easy to be honest with her about my feelings and desires in a way I had never been with previous partners. I wondered if it was just because she was a girl.
“Good. I’m not into heavy humiliation either. But I can make you my little slut,” she told me.
Fuck, I thought as I became more aroused. Was it always going to be this way? Will it always be this easy for her to turn me on? How would I concentrate on other things?
I licked my lips, my eyes inevitably wandering to the swell of her breasts in the tank top. Now that I knew what they looked and felt like, my fixation on them was worse. I would do anything to be allowed to touch and feed on her heavy breasts.
I tore my eyes away and ate more of my pancakes, washing them down with the orange and pineapple juice I enjoyed in the morning. All the while, I tried to keep my thoughts pure.
I looked up in time to see Linda glancing at her phone. “You still have some time. If you finish eating early enough, I will allow you to make me cum before you go.”
My eyes flew up in pleased surprise that she was going to let me touch her. I ate quickly after that, only slowing down a little to avoid choking on the food. After finishing my meal, I cleaned our dishes while Linda waited for me in the living room.
I was vibrating with the desire to touch her, thrilled for the opportunity to make her cum. Thankful for the jeans I was wearing, I knelt on the sofa in front of her, awaiting instructions.
“Pull my top up to expose the gift you’re so desperate for,” she ordered, and I did so eagerly, more turned on, that she wasn’t even going to bother to take the whole top off. I stared reverently at the heavy breasts with dark, beady nipples. I licked my lips unconsciously at the beautiful sight and looked up at her, silently asking for permission.
“They’re all yours, baby. Make me feel good.”
I squeezed both breasts greedily, then rubbed her nipples between my thumbs. Her moan spurred me on, and bending down, I licked and sucked her hardened nubs. She allowed me some initial liberty, and then her hand reached up to control my movements, which made me hotter. My pussy was throbbing, turned on by sucking on Linda’s impressive tits. I was having so much fun with them, moving from one to the other, that I didn’t want to stop. A sound of disappointment escaped me when she stopped me and leaned back on the couch.
“Take off my shorts.”
The disappointment I’d felt assuaged. I rushed to obey, pulling off her shorts and dropping them on the floor in my haste. She was wearing a red thong and saliva pooled in my mouth at the beautiful sight. There was wetness glistening on the exposed part of her sex.
“Lick me through the panties.”
I bent down and inhaled, intoxicated by the smell of her aroused pussy. Sticking out my tongue, I licked and lapped at her labia through the sheer lace. She fondled her breasts as I sucked, moaning in pleasure at the stimulation. The more she moaned, the more turned on I got, until she stopped me again.
“We don’t have much time; else you will be late. Pull the thong to one side and eat me out until I cum.”
As instructed, I pulled aside the thong and was completely captivated. Here was this goddess of a woman splayed on the sofa before me with her tank top pulled up to expose her breasts and her panties pulled aside for my pleasure and enjoyment. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel self-conscious that it was my first time eating a woman out. I was just aroused beyond belief.
I tentatively extended my tongue to lick, exploring her labia. Gratified by a moan, I sucked and licked, almost cumming when her hand came down to hold me in place as she ground her wet pussy in my face. She came with a loud moan that went straight to my pussy, pushing her sex against my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. When it was over, she released me and sat back on the sofa, breathing heavily.
“That was excellent, Abby,” she praised. “You’re going to make an excellent slut.”
I flushed at the praise, trying to ignore my throbbing pussy as she straightened her clothes and wore her shorts again.
“You’re horny, aren’t you?” She asked as she watched me try to compose myself.
“Yes,” I answered, hopeful for some release.
“Would you like me to take care of it for you? Make you cum? I think I could make you cum with just my fingers. Or perhaps I should get my strap-on? Would you like to have something hard inside you before you go to class?”
Fuck.
“Yes, please, Goddess. Anything you want.”
She chuckled, leaning over to kiss me. “Unfortunately, my dear little slut, you’re not going to get any of that right now. You already had an orgasm this morning. Let that hold you for the rest of the day.”
A whine left my throat. “Please, Goddess. I’m so horny. I won’t be able to concentrate in class.”
She chuckled and gave me another kiss. “You look adorable with that pout, but you need to get going now or you will be late. Find a way to concentrate in class. When you return, if you can summarise the lessons you’ve learnt, I’ll reward you with my strap-on. I’ll fuck you so hard that you will forget your name. Would you like that, baby? Taking me inside, you bent over this couch.”
“Yesss, G…g…goddess,” I stammered, horny as fuck. She was killing me.
“Good. Go straighten your clothes and get going. I have lectures in the afternoon but I should be back by 5pm.”
I got up gingerly on my feet and left to make myself presentable again for school, trying to ignore my horny pussy.
“And you better not touch yourself in the bathroom on campus!” She called after me.
I was horny as fuck, but somehow, I was going to make it through my classes without thinking about the “reward” waiting for me so that I could get it.
