He didn’t know who this new boy toy even was. He guessed it was Charlie’s hookup from the night before, and he was curious to know who it was, but he wasn’t sure if he could handle being in the room — or her apartment — while they played. When he’d found the used condom, he had a sense of distance from it happening without him. But here and now, it wouldn’t just be something in which M was a willing participant; he’d be the one choosing for it to happen.
He’d even be the one asking him to come over on Charlie’s behalf. The headrush of anxiety, thrill, jealousy, and arousal M felt last week came back to him, and he felt his heart pounding in his chest while his head spun. He shut his eyes tight; he wanted to tell her he didn’t want to choose at all, but he knew Charlie would make him choose…or worse, send him home caged, and call her boy toy anyways.
Why did she have to make it so torturous? He looked to her, trying to gauge what she wanted…something she must have anticipated, as she slightly rolled her eyes and shrugged back at him. He needed something to help make up his mind other than his own horniness, and thought back to the shape the apartment was in before he started cleaning.
“May I be the one to pleasure you tonight, mistress?” M asked, making up his mind. The answer seemed to surprise Charlie, and she raised her eyebrows in genuine curiosity. She leaned forward on the couch, suddenly interested in what M had to say. Her breasts hung slightly, only restrained by the thin satin of her robe.
“You just admitted you wanted the cage off,” she said. “So…why pass up the chance?”
M didn’t hesitate to answer. “You left your magic wand on your night stand, mistress…if your boy toy gave you what you wanted, you wouldn’t have needed it”.
Charlie thought for a moment, and said “I like that answer”. She leaned back on the couch, untying her robe to expose her plush body, and spread her legs. She looked M in the eyes, and said, “you may worship”.
“Yes, mistress,” M said, genuinely thankful and eager for the opportunity to channel some of his sexual frustration, “thank you”. He walked around to the front of the couch, kneeling between Charlie’s shapely legs. He leaned down, and began to slowly kiss and lick his way up Charlie’s plush inner thigh while she looked at him, smiling and sighing from the pleasurable sensations he provided.
Charlie reached down and began to run her fingers through his hair, guiding him gently with her fingertips, as he kissed up her mid-thigh and across the sensitive pockets of flesh that framed her exposed pussy. Charlie moaned a little, arching her back and reflexively spreading her legs further for him; M moaned in response to her, breathing in the light and musky scent of her wetness. M licked closer to her bikini line, tasting the first hints of her arousal that had been growing since she kissed him in the bedroom.
“Mmm, not yet…” Charlie whispered, subtly pushing his head away from her pussy, guiding him to kiss up her bikini line and the manicured triangle of fluff between her thighs. So close to her pussy yet so far away, M could see her flushed and slightly puffy labia and the erect delicate nub of her clit poking through; he wanted desperately to touch, but yielded to Charlie’s guiding fingertips. He tasted her lubrication on the soft fold of her bikini line, licking upwards and across her mons to repeat on the other side.
He kissed down the flesh of her other inner thigh, licking and nibbling gently as Charlie’s breath remained deep and slow, and punctuated by occasional quiet moans. M forgot his self-consciousness, completely enraptured in his task of orally pleasing her mistress, and moaned freely, showing how much he enjoyed his opportunity to finally sexually please her after a month and a half of dutiful service.