The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... load all over her face and onto those gigantic tits. She held her mouth open and I gave her a rewarding spurt of my seed into her mouth. Once I had finished emptying my balls onto her, I pushed my cock into her mouth so she could suck and lick me clean, which she did gratefully. I stood there looking down at her when she had cleaned me up. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she wiped her face with her fingers licking my cum off the. She started to clean her tits off too, but I stopped her there. "You will wear my cum on your tits so you can remember this," I told her. "Yes Thomas," she said. She knelt there looking up at me waiting for what was next. "Today I have made you mine and fucked you like the whore you are. And you liked it didn't you? You like being my fuckslut don't you?" I said. "Yes, I want to be your slut, Thomas, your whore. I love being your whore," she said. I helped her to her feet and she told me she had a present for me. She scampered into her closet and returned with a box. She was beside herself with joy as she opened it and extracted a heavy gold chain. It was about twenty inches long. I later confirmed it was worth about $2,000. "I can't tell you how much you mean to me," she said. She then asked if she could see me on a regular basis. I had done it. I had brought the once proud and mighty Mrs. Emily Franklin, the queen of high society, down from her lofty perch and showed her she was nothing more than a common street slut. I told her I would ...

... continue seeing her as long as she remembered her new place and obeyed me. She was tearing up with joy. I had to get going after that, so I got dressed while she watched. As I headed to the door, she asked when she would see me again. "Call Tamara," was my response. "She can make another appointment. You ought to become friends with her if you want this to continue." She nodded her agreement as she walked me to the bedroom door. I turned and wrapped her in my arms, giving her a deep passionate kiss and she moaned softly into my mouth. I was walking down the hall to the front door of the house when I encountered Rosa, the maid. She smiled knowingly as she eyed me. Perhaps a further opportunity for pleasure I thought as I hit the front door. It was about two hours later when Tamara paged me. When I returned her call, she indicated I needed to get back to the Franklin residence. All she said was be careful. I hopped in the shower, I still hadn't had a chance to shower since coming from Emily's house. So I got cleaned up, put on some clean clothes, and lastly put the chain that Emily had given me on. I wasn't sure why I put the chain on, but I knew Emily would be hurt if I wasn't wearing it. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Mr. Franklin's Benz parked out front. What the hell was going on, I wondered. I rang the bell; Rosa answered the door. She had a smirk on her face as she told me Mr. Franklin would see me in his den. Now I was really perplexed. He had a angry, scowling look which ...