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Masked Mistress Chapter 3


By N MPublished 7 years ago 9 min read

"Are we allowed to do other things besides you stripping?" He was curious, he wanted to explore my body, I wanted him to explore me too.

"Yes, you can have me suck you, give you a hand job, we can do everything besides have sex." I recalled Joe stating that we are not a whore house, we are to be fantasies not toys for sex.

He looked excited and disappointed.

"What's the matter Mr. Smith? Did you want to fuck me?" I walked up to him slowly whilst carefully pulling down my straps.

His eyes were on my body, he was biting his lip. It was sexy as fuck. I wanted him so badly but I needed to remember that I was at work.

"I want to fuck you." He came closer to me.

"You haven't even taken me out for dinner yet Mr. Smith," I said jokingly, still walking seductively towards him.

He groaned, it was the sexiest noise I had ever heard.

"So what do you want me to do to you, Sir?" I went onto my knees and saw his erection causing a crease in his trousers.

"Suck me and call me Sir again." He was looking so turned on, he wanted me. I wanted him. I'll need to ask Joe if I can fuck this guy if he comes in again.

"Hmmmm, and if I don't?" I teased

"I will put you over my knee and spank you." Okay, its official, I need to fuck him. I have always wanted someone to do that to me.

"Is that right? Am I being a bad girl?" I stood up and slowly started to walk away. He grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the red sofa. He sat down next to me and picked me up. I was placed over his knee in a dog position and he stroked my ass.

"Has someone been a bad girl? You need to do as I say." I whispered into my ear.

"No, I don't know what you are talking about?" I tried to sound innocent. I soon felt a huge hand slap my behind. I was dripping now.

"Now unzip my pants and suck me, whenever you speak you must call me Sir." I did as I was told. Every time I stopped sucking he would spank me, I was getting more and more turned on. When he came he told me to swallow and I did. I don't like the taste of cum, it always tastes weird but his wasn't the worst I've had.

"Good girl, now stay like that," He demanded.

"Yes..." SLAP

"What was that?" He said.

"Yes... Sir." I was blushing. It has always been a fantasy of mine to have this done to me.

"That's better." I could practically hear him smiling.

I felt him assessing me. I could hear him talking but didn't know what he was saying. All of a sudden I feel his fingers explore my private parts. His fingers felt so good. He rubbed my clit and I moaned so loud that I'm surprised Carl didn't hear me.

"Do you like that baby?" He asked.

"UMMM" Was all that I could say. Then he stopped, I was so confused. SLAP*.

"What was that?" He pressured.

"Sorry, yes sir, please sir I want you to touch me," I begged. His fingers knew exactly what to do.

He continued but this time he put his fingers inside me and rubbed my clit with his other hand.

As I was getting close to orgasm he said, "Don't cum until I tell you."

"I can't Sir, it's so hard Sir," I breathlessly expressed. I really needed to cum, it was too hard.

He took his fingers out of me and stopped rubbing me.

He carried me to the floor and told me to take my pants off. I did and he opened my legs. He started licking me and pounding me with his fingers. I was so close and then he stopped. This continued another two times and then he said.

"Now this time, you can come."

He played with my clit and placed his fingers inside me and played with me for a few seconds and I came. I had never come so hard in my life, I squirted all over his shirt.

"Hmmmm, a squirter." He looked very happy with that. I was embarrassed, I thought it was weird and disgusting to do that.

Just as he was helping me get up Carl barged in and demanded that I tell him why I was screaming.

"I was just having an orgasm Carl," I said sheepishly.

"Okay, but you know you're not allowed to come, only the customers." Mr. Smith looked puzzled.

"Sorry Carl, you know how it gets sometimes." I was apologetic, I forgot to mention that part to Mr. Smith. Carl was staring at Mr. Smith with an angry look, if looks could kill...

"Carl, it wasn't his fault. I did not explain the rules probably. I did not tell him I wasn't allowed to come." I pleaded with Carl. He seemed more relieved but angry at me.

"You should go Mr. Smith."

"Thank you." Mr. Smith looked upset. He looked worried for me, he needn't worry, Carl wouldn't hurt me.

As Mr. Smith left, Carl dragged me into Joe's office.

"Lou, what is up with you?" Joe was concerned, he knows that I never act like this, no matter how good looking or how much money the customer has got. I had to think of something quick.

"I don't know Joe, I think because my routine has changed it has taken an effect on me. I've had to work Sunday and Monday." It's true, I don't like change in routine but it was anything to get him off my back.

"Okay, Sorry Lou, I forgot you have this problem with routine. I promise I will not ask you to work on your days off." He was sorry, he cares for me. I am the youngest here and they all take care of me.

"Thanks Joe."

"You can go home now Lou," He said.

"Thanks Joe."

I got changed out of my seductive outfit into my clothes from uni. I took my makeup off and took out my contact lenses, put my glasses back on and left out the back door.

I walked down the street in the cold crisp air. It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky.

"Noni?" The familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Mr. Stephens?" I tried to sound surprised.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, looking around to see if anyone noticed him.

"I just finished work, I had to work tonight." I tried to sound convincing.

"Why are you walking out here all by yourself?" He seemed worried

"I am going home...? It's only a few streets over. Why are you here?" Not that I needed an answer, I knew fine well where he was.

"Ehmm... My soon to be ex has kicked me out." He seemed sad.

"So she cheats on you and then kicks you out, what a bitch." I was angry now, I wanted to kill her for being such a bitch.

"Hey, do not ever swear like that, bad girls only swear like that." I was turned on when he called me a bad girl. Even though I only just came not less than ten minutes ago. I wonder if I can push this further.

"You can't tell me what to do, were not in uni." I decided not to, it might give too much away.

"Okay, you got me there," He laughed.

There was a silence for a moment. Not awkward or anything though.

"So where are you going to live then?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know yet, I haven't found a place, everywhere is ether too far or has eight bedrooms." He seemed lost.

"Oh wait! I have an idea!" I was getting excited, but a bit too excited.

"What is it?" He was curious.

"You can live at my house, I have a spare bedroom with its own bathroom. It already has a double bed inside it and room for clothes. The only problem is how are you with cats? " I was really hoping he would say yes.

"Ehm, would that be okay? I will help to pay the mortgage and buy my own food. I love cats!" He was getting excited but I had the feeling something was bothering him.

"Yeah, that would be cool," I said trying to sound professional even though I was very excited.

"Is something wrong?" I was concerned, his face looked troubled.

"It's just, what is work going to think when I tell them I am living with a student because I have nowhere else to go?" That was a good point.

"You can say we just live in the same building?" He seemed happy with that.

"Yeah, let's just figure it out another time, I'm too tired to think of anything right now," He said.

"So you're a bike then?" I said trying not to laugh.

"What?" He looked confused.

"TOO TIRED" I couldn't hold it in anymore, we both laughed and I started walking as he followed.

We arrived at my flat and I showed him around.

"Sorry it's a bit messy, I wasn't expecting guests over." I was a bit embarrassed. I mean it isn't that bad, it's just a little unorganised.

"It's okay, it's lived in." He seemed to like the place. The kitchen is big and he told me how much he loves to cook and that he would be cooking dinner for us every other day.

I showed to his room and he instantly jumped on the bed. He looked like a little child who had just been told they're going to Disney Land. He loved the bathroom too, he was happy there was a bath and shower.

"This place is impressive, how do you afford all this?" He continued to look around.

"I told you, I work for a five star hotel and I get really good tips." I tried to sound convincing.

"So how much is it per month all bills included?" He decided to get serious.

"Okay so on my own I pay roughly £2000 per month, that's for everything, so if we are splitting it you would pay £1000 per month." I know it seems expensive living on my own but I can afford it on a week's worth of wages.

He was happy with this arrangement, he could definitely afford this, it was a bargain. I could save even more money too.

"Okay I need to take a shower." He was really excited, so much for being tired.

"There's spare towels on the rack in the bathroom, do you need me to wash that shirt? It looks like there is a stain on it?" I chuckled as I remembered what caused that stain, or should I say who.

"Yes please." He looked embarrassed, I teased him more.

"Why so embarrassed? What's on the shirt?" I said with a devilish smile.

"Nothing, it's just food grease," he lied

"Hmmm you're lying to me sir." I knew he liked it when I called him sir.

He looked pained, I could see he wanted me. I will give it time, he will fuck me. Oh no now I'm acting like Lou, I need to stop, but it's just too fun.

I washed his shirt and then dried it. I then went for a shower and then to bed, deciding to iron it in the morning. I took off my clothes and crashed into bed.


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