Billy tried to keep his mouth shut as he washed the dishes, he loved singing while working but his dominant mistress hated it with passion. Not that he had a bad voice, in fact he had a very nice voice but his mistress hated that he had such a nice voice and had always punished him if she caught him singing. Billy hummed instead, grinning as he set the dishes to dry as he tossed back his hair from his forehead. Billy had been a victim of debt, his family owed Morgan Gordon, the ruthless mafia lady, who had demanded they pay or meet fire. Billy had wanted to help and boldly asked what he could do. His mistress eyed him with interest and asked him to come along. His parents had been quick to give him up and Billy, a hardworking man had thought he was gonna be a nice bouncer, a bodyguard to the mafia queen, instead she had made him the lowest of the low, like a slave, like a dog. Billy stacked the dishes on the rack, he was only clad in his boxers as instructed by his mistress. When he was done washing the dishes, he scrubbed the tiled floors and headed for her quarters. He knocked politely on the door.
"Take off your fucking clothes" came her powerful voice from inside and Billy tugged down his boxers. "Crawl in" she added and Billy pushed open the door and crawled in feeling quite embarrassed.
"Stop" she said and Billy froze. She circled him like a wolf about to corner its prey. She moved behind him and gave his butt a painful squeeze. Billy bit his lips trying not to cry out in pain as her nails dug into his flesh. After what felt like an eternity she let go and sat before him. In her tight black gown she looked like a goddess. Billy had to try his best not to get hard, of course he will get a punishment for that.
"Get up" she said and Billy rose. "Stroke yourself" she said and he stared at her.
"You said?"
Billy tried to keep his mouth shut as he washed the dishes, he loved singing while working but his dominant mistress hated it with passion. Not that he had a bad voice, in fact he had a very nice voice but his mistress hated that he had such a nice voice and had always punished him if she caught him singing. Billy hummed instead, grinning as he set the dishes to dry as he tossed back his hair from his forehead. Billy had been a victim of debt, his family owed Morgan Gordon, the ruthless mafia lady, who had demanded they pay or meet fire. Billy had wanted to help and boldly asked what he could do. His mistress eyed him with interest and asked him to come along. His parents had been quick to give him up and Billy, a hardworking man had thought he was gonna be a nice bouncer, a bodyguard to the mafia queen, instead she had made him the lowest of the low, like a slave, like a dog. Billy stacked the dishes on the rack, he was only clad in his boxers as instructed by his mistress. When he was done washing the dishes, he scrubbed the tiled floors and headed for her quarters. He knocked politely on the door.
"Take off your fucking clothes" came her powerful voice from inside and Billy tugged down his boxers. "Crawl in" she added and Billy pushed open the door and crawled in feeling quite embarrassed.
"Stop" she said and Billy froze. She circled him like a wolf about to corner its prey. She moved behind him and gave his butt a painful squeeze. Billy bit his lips trying not to cry out in pain as her nails dug into his flesh. After what felt like an eternity she let go and sat before him. In her tight black gown she looked like a goddess. Billy had to try his best not to get hard, of course he will get a punishment for that.
"Get up" she said and Billy rose. "Stroke yourself" she said and he stared at her.
"You said?" He asked and she grinned wickedly and grabbed hold of his manhood and gave a hard squeeze. Billy bit his tongue again not to bellow in pain and pleasure.
"Entertain me, Billy. Show your mistress how good you are. Now do it," she said and Billy nodded and started stroking his manhood. His mistress Morgan licked her lips in lust as he did that, she walked closer and slammed her hips into him from behind.
"Good boy" she purred and held his chin, he was taller than her but she still found ways to intimidate him. "Go on, Don't stop until I tell you to and don't you dare stain my carpet with your cum"
Billy closed his eyes as he stroked himself. How was he going to hold back doing this in front of a voluptuous lady who every guy in the community dreamed of sleeping with.
Morgan circled him again and grabbed his manhood herself and stroked. Billy's breath hitched higher, the feeling of a woman's hand on his hardness was surreal, he felt pressure building from his loins and before he could stop himself, he poured his semen all over the carpet. Morgan scowled and slapped him hard.
"I asked you not to cum on my carpet, now lick it up" she ordered and Billy stared at her surprised