Chapter 4: The Property

Three months after I stood naked on that stage and declared my body was no longer an apology, the universe delivered the keys to our future on a silver platter.

I woke slowly that morning in my Tempe home, sunlight streaming across the bed and warming my naked fifty-one-year-old body. My heavy breasts rested heavily against my ribcage, full and pendulous, dark nipples already tightening in the cool morning air. I cupped them, feeling their substantial weight, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks. Lower, my soft belly rose and fell with deep, satisfied breaths, the permanent C-section shelf prominent, silver stretch marks branching like sacred rivers across my hips and abdomen. My thick thighs pressed together warmly, and between them, my mature cunt felt pleasantly swollen and slick from the remnants of last night’s worship.

Look at you, Lorraine, I thought, a slow, powerful smile spreading across my face as I ran my hands possessively down my body. I am fifty-one years old. These heavy tits have nursed four children and still demand my cunt doll’s hungry mouth. This soft belly carried life and kept every beautiful scar as proof I lived. These thick thighs have held strong through shame, scandal, and now power. This experienced, dark, full cunt still drips when I command my obedient toy to kneel and serve. No more hiding. No more sucking it in. This body is mine, and it is magnificent.

Sophia stirred beside me, her head resting on my soft belly, one arm draped possessively across my thigh. Even in sleep, she gravitated toward me. I stroked her dark hair gently, then gave her a light tap on the shoulder.

“Time to serve your Owner, cunt doll.”

Her eyes fluttered open, instantly shifting from sleepy to devoted. “Yes, Owner.”

She slid down between my spread thighs without hesitation. Her tongue began its morning ritual, long, slow licks through my prominent outer lips, parting them to taste the rich, musky flavor of my overnight arousal. She sucked gently on my inner folds, then focused on my clit with perfect, practiced pressure while sliding two fingers deep inside me.

I gripped her hair and rocked against her face, my soft belly resting against her forehead, heavy breasts swaying as I used her mouth. “That’s my good obedient cunt doll. Make your Owner come before we go sign the papers for our future.”

She moaned into my cunt, fingers curling against my G-spot while her tongue worked relentlessly. I came hard, thighs clamping around her head, flooding her mouth and chin with my release. She licked me clean through every aftershock, gentle and reverent, then rested her cheek against my inner thigh, waiting.

I pulled her up into my arms for aftercare, holding her against my warm, soft body, stroking her hair, and kissing her forehead. “Color?”