After a month of daily blowjobs, that left her horny and unsatisfied, she decided to ask him if that was all he wanted. If so, she could live with that. She asked and she got no answer. On the other hand he made her start to take contraceptive pills, which she had already been doing anyways, but they had been unnecessary so far. He made her start to shave her mound as well. “Not a stubble, use a razor. Or wax it if you must.”, he said.

On Friday, barely five minutes before her work day had ended he texted her. “Come to my place dressed sexy. You know my address. You have twenty minutes.” In that time it was impossible for her to go home to exchange clothes. She hoped that her slacks and shirt would be good enough and went straight there.

He had gave her a key. More than once he had made her wait on the hall, staring at the door, kneeling on the floor, completely nacked. He just stepped in, undid his zipper and put his cock in her mouth. As soon as he was done he kicked her out. The days of the glass and the mouthwash were over. She had to swallow it all, which she thought would bother her, but it didn't. Quite the opposite, in fact. That made her feel the good kind of dirty. Used. Cheap. A slut. And she liked it more than she was willing to admit.

As soon as she got in, she found him in the hall. He looked up and down, analyzing her outfit and frowned.

-You are a dumb slut, aren't you? I told you sexy. You look like a boring biology teacher and an old and poorly fucked wife.- That made her sob. He had been a month telling her that he would fuck her brains out, but that treatment made her feel terrible. Unworthy. Even if the idea of being raped didn't sound good a priori, having a young man after her was doing wonders to her self-steem.

-But, Master you didn't gave me enough time and...

-Stop your babbling slut. I've been clear. I fuck you and your secret stays hidden. You aren't dressed sexy because you don't want me to fuck you, so our deal is over.

-Master, please, give me an hour and I'll...

-You have a minute.- She looked puzzled.- You are a scientist and a teacher. Use that brain. Five secons lost already.- She froze. His prompts were making her feel anxious and she wasn't thinking clearly.

At last she reacted. The answer had been in front of her all the time. She lowered her slacks and stepped out of them. Then she undid the top half of her shirt's buttons, and removed her bra. Finally she placed her hands on her hips and opened her legs.

-Master?- She asked. Whatever would happen that night, a part of her wanted to impress him.

-Very good, slut. Clever girl.- She smiled proudly. He hugged her, squeezing her buttocks and they kissed long and deep. He was glad to see that she was not resisting in any way, but taking active part. She was ready for the next step. He just needed to pull the right strings that night and she would be his.

He led her to the kitchen and made her sit on the table with her legs spread. He was going to cook. During that time she ought to be caressing her nipples and clit. He, of course, forbid orgasms. He wanted her nice and ready for the grand finale. Every now and then he turned around, hugged her and kissed her deeply, or caressed and squeezed her breasts toying with her nipples. She didn't protest nor once and accepted his advances eagerly.

Finally he served the food and made her sit in front of him but slightly to the side, with her legs open so he could lean to the side and see her whole, without the table being an obstacle.

-Master, may I speak?

-We are having diner, slut.- She lowered her head in embarrasment.- Of course you can speak.

-Tell me about your job.

-I'm a surgeon, in an hospital, in the emergency department. That's why I cannot tell you my schedule, because it's quite chaotic.

-So..., you found useful what I taught you.

-The time I spent in your classes...- He made a pause looking for the right words.- was unforgettable.- She blushed and smiled.- You taught me a lot about my body, specially the part below my waist.- He winked and she coughed, getting the hint.

-Should I understand that you want me thinner?- She looked at her dish. It was salad with tuna.

-A few kilos more or less, I don't care. You would still be mine and well used.- She coughed again.- But if you could lose one or two, I would have no complaints.

-I will, master.

Except for the master and slut words being pronounced constantly the conversation and the dinner were quite normal. Once the main dish was finished, he made her remove her shirt and panties and lay down on the table. He placed several desserts on her mouth, neck, breasts, navel, mound and knees.

-I'll start.- He took the strawberry on her mouth with his teeth, using the opportunity to kiss softly her lips, and gulped it down.- Which one?- She pointed at the banana on her navel. He did the same, taking it with my teeth and kissing her skin. Then he broke it in pieces with his hands and put them in her mouth one by one so she could eat.- My turn now.- He took the flan on her neck, again kissing her. Then he licked the spilled liquid.

-Master, could we go to bed, please?- As it was obvious were was all going, she made the question, shamelessly accepting her fate. She was breathing hard. Her cheeks were deep red and her hands were shaking. From her pussy had started to leak a substance that he hadn't seen so far, but it had been present during their exchanges more than once.

-Calm down, slut. Dessert is important. Now what?- She pointed at the half pear on her right knee. Again he kissed her skin and fed her the fruit. For the sake of coherence he ate the other half.- Now?- She pointed at the chocolate on her mound.- No, my horny slut, that's the last one.- She sighed and pointed at the half orange on her left nipple. That time instead of a kiss he sucked for a few seconds while he fed her the segments one by one. If he had still any doubt, her pants and her tongue licking her lips made clear that she was ready. He ate slowly the other half of the orange.

-Master, please.- A tear ran down her cheek.

-Ok, fine!- He ran his tongue along her pussy, flicked her already erect clit a couple of times, took the chocolate with his teeth and passed it to her. She grabbed it with hers and started to chew. Everytime she closed her mouth he kissed her lips.- Are you ready to accept my ownership, slut?

-Yes, please!

-Yes, please, Master!

-Master, now, please!- At that point she wasn't concerned anymore about social taboos and all that crap, just sex and quickly.

He went between her legs and, grabbing her hips brought her to the edge of the table and to him. The entrance was well lucricated so his penis entered easily. He embraced her ass and lower back with his arms, lifted her off the table and carried her to his bedroom. All the way she bounced slightly up and down, with his penis caressing her insides. He could even feel her vaginal muscles clenching its shaft.

Before they had reached the bed they were both panting. He was finally there, after so many years dreaming with that moment. He couldn't believe his luck. A random night in a random pub. They laid on the bed. She embraced his waist with her legs and pushed her pelvis against his, offering him her insides. Begging him to accept them. The answer was obvious.

They started with a blossoming, his kness on the mattress, her legs around his torso, with which she reached climax first. Then they went to a queen of heaven, his back slightly tilted forward, his weight resting on his straight arms, their legs interloped, and that time she showed a better endurance. Third they tried a pinball wizard, his back straight, lined with his thighs, his weight resting on his knees, his arms around her waist lifting her off the bed. As they both were tired that one took more time. That old indian book proved to be very useful.

After that they rested, he laying on the mattress, while she was sitting on the edge, trying to conceal her wide smile. Misreading the clues, he couldn't accept regrets in their first night together and managed to bring her attention back to him with an intense chairman, in which she was sitting on his thighs, her back pressing against his chest, his mouth nibbling her neck with each thrust. Ten minutes later they laid side to side on the bed, exhausted, his arm around her and his hand caressing her tummy.

-Where are you going, slut?- He asked when she got up.

-To clean myself, master.

-Yes? I give you my cum with all the love of my heart and you just wash it away? Do you think that's fair?- He was kidding but, to his surprise, she stopped on her tracks.

-What...? What should I do, master?

-What do you think you should do, slut?- She gave it a thought. Then reached down, took the cum leaking out of her and put it in her mouth. Then she clamped her pussy shut to keep the rest in and went back to bed.

-Did I please you, master?

-Yeah, that's..., exactly what I wanted.- He was in shock. In a million years would he have expected that. As he didn't want her to see his puzzled expresion he said the first thing that came to his mind.- My cock is dirty with slut juices. Clean it up.- After a second of hesitation she, shrugged her shoulders, reached down and put his cock in her mouth. He was expecting some kind of complaint, but he was wrong.

Shortly after that, he fell asleep. Whatever he was dreaming about, he babbled a bit. Among other things, Portia understood clearly the words “I love you, slut”, and more than once. Not particularly surprised Portia fell asleep to.

The next day he made breakfast and they ate together. All the time he looked troubled. After a long hesitation he told her about his doubts. Thinking that he had behaved inappropriately, he felt he needed to clarify something.

-I..., didn't record any video the other night. It was just... I just seized the opportunity.- While he was expecting anger, he found sadness. Dissapointment, perhaps.- I know I've done wrong, but I will make it up to you. I promise. No more games, I'm going to show you all the love you deserve and...

-How...?- She cut him.- How can you be so stupid?- He was so shocked that his chin looked almost dislocated.- Look, my husband and I are not divorced only because it's expensive, but there hasn't been any kind of love in years. We barely talk and much less about our affairs. Your videos and pictures, should they exist, were worthless to me and useless to you. If only, they would prove that you took advantage of my weakened state, which is ilegal. By the way, you believed that somebody had drugged me, yes? It's true, I did. Unfortunately, I overdose a bit. But that was all me. You know why?

-Wha... Why?

-Because I hoped that being so available, somebody would take me to his place and fuck me senseless. Or even in my car in the parking lot, I didn't care. And it worked! You did!

-Yes, I...

-Shut up. And it was even better. The way you treated me. Like a cheap slut. I loved it!

-So why...?

-Shut up. But it turns out you weren't a macho hunting deers in a forest or whatever. You are just a child playing mind tricks. I thought you wanted me to submit to your dominance. Well, I would. And I did. But it was a lie. So you know what?- She got up, gathered her clothes, still on the floor and started to dress.- Screw you. Don't call me again.- Unable to make sense of what had just happened, he let her go, thus possibly blowing up his last chance to be what she expected of him. What he had pretended to be and he wasn't. His fantasy.

She cried in her car. The perfect man had turned out to be a pathetic delusion. The deer hadn't been hunted, she had barely tripped with a vermin. She would need to go to that pub again and start over. Perhaps it was too late, she feared, and all the good ones were already taken. Or she was too old for them. Or too young. Or not good enough. So many doubts. She started the engine. Back to her loveless marriage. Back to masturbation in the lonely intimacy of her bedroom.