"I'm not letting him buy another thing," I announced to my friend, standing beside me as we watched him go through shirt after shirt.
She did not seem to believe me, how would she? I had said that I don't know how many times.
I knew he would buy many clothes; he already had his hands full, yet he kept going on, and for what, to never wear them twice. As much as I loved spending on him, it hurt to waste money.
"We will see." She muttered, watching him walk towards me with a smile. He had chosen another shirt.
"I want this as well." He beamed a beautiful smile, showing me the shirt. He looked as if he had been dreaming about it.
My heart sank the second I saw his smile. I exhaled and nodded, gazing at my friend right after.
"You were saying?" She shook her head, eyebrows raised, and scoffed. I could only exhale harder.
"Did I buy too much?" He asked, his tone sweet as honey, standing behind me while I paid.
I turned around, noticing the adorable sorrow on his face, and grasped his face in my palms, answering, "No. .....Unless you never wear these clothes more than once."
His eyes instantly wobbled, and he licked his lips like a cat. I could see the realization penetrating his head. His big and masculine body was just a perfect match for his adorable face.
"I will wear them. If I don't,... don't buy me more clothes." He suggested, once we were back in our apartment, sitting on the couch in the living room. I agreed, knowing he would never wear them twice.
He thanked me again, smiling at me, causing me a sweet heartache.
"It's nothing, baby. I'm earning for my handsome man, am I not?"
"No!" he stood tall. "I want to thank you properly." Then he vanished into our bedroom, leaving me dumbfounded. 'What was he doing inside?'
Swiftly, He opened the bedroom door and stood by it, with a strap-on and a bottle of lube in his hands.
"Is that how you're going to thank me?" I watched him place the strap-on and lube on the table, before he began caressing his chest through the shirt, standing behind the table in front of me.
"Is this not a good idea?" He began swaying his hips lusciously, his fingers reaching to the first button of his shirt.
"Well ....I'm not complaining." My eyes rested, accepting the dance of indecency in front of me.
"What do you want me to call you today?" He asked, throwing his shirt on the floor and reaching for the belt around his waist.
"Should I call you master? Or mistress?" He threw his pants on the floor and slid near my feet from under the table, in just his underwear.
"Or maybe I should call you mommy?" He hovered over me, planted his hands beside my thighs, on the couch, and caressed his chook to mine.
I felt my pussy clenching, he was looking and acting so dirty. Instantly, I grasped his throat, never leaving his charming eyes.
"Only a master buys things for his slut in return for good sex," I whispered in his ear, grasping his crotch next.
"Thank you for the clothes, master." He whimpered, adding, "I'll be a good boy." He grasped my hand on his throat, dancing his hips to my hand squeezing his dick through his pants.
As I continued squeezing his dick, he continued whimpering, soaking my panties with my juices.
"You looked so dirty." I bit his ear and released my grip from his throat and his crotch and pushed him to his knees.
Whimpring, he quickly grasped my leg with his both hands and beamed his bright and beautiful eyes up at me as if he was dying to be fucked right there and then. It thrilled me even more.
His beauty had always made me weak.
I cupped his face with both hands, watching him nuzzle his cheeks against my palms like a puppy.
He was truly pushing me!
"Should I take your clothes off, master?" He asked, his tone sweeter than honey. I nodded for an answer, released my palms from his cheeks, and watched his hands quickly reach my trousers.
Once he had taken my trousers off, he seemed so delighted to see my naked skin.
He gently and slowly began kissing my legs, his eyes staring sweetly at me as if he was checking the mark sheet of his performance.
Then he stood tall and placed his hand on the end of my blouse. "May I?"
"Go ahead," I answered and raised my arms.
Carefully yet desperately, he removed my blouse, showcasing more desperation when he wanted to remove my underwear.
"Can I take--" He stuttered, kneeling again. "I'll be a good boy!"
"Say pretty please, master!" I whispered and pecked his lips, watching him bite his lips right after.
He gasped so lightly, his hands fisting on his thighs and muttered, "Pretty please, master!"
I chuckled at the sight of his adorable eyes and demanded, "Remove it...with your teeth!"
As if he had been struck with lightning of joy, he smiled brightly, and quickly grasped my thighs, drawing his mouth closer to the waist of my underwear.
He breathed warmly against my skin, slowly pulling my underwear down and driving me insane. I could feel my skin sizzling and my heart thumping louder.
"You've become better at it!" I clutched his chin, his lips holding my underwear in his mouth.
He whimpered like a dog, bashful to look in my eyes, and bit onto my underwear tightly.
END OF THE PART 1
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