Chapter 4

It took about ten minutes before Janette felt she was strong enough to get up off the floor and then it was just to move to the sofa to sit next to Tommy. He allowed her to lay on the sofa next to him with her head in his lap while she rested more.

“Wow, Master that was ... incredible! I haven’t cum that much or that hard in ages!” she said giggling.

“Well you’d better get used to it, slut, that’s going to happen a lot from now on. That’s what happens when a Master fucks you!” he said.

“I’m looking forward to it! Thank you, Master, for today and for being my Master,” she said.

“Well my slut, it’s worked out for us both. You have a Master and I have a slut that is more than just a bobble-headed schoolgirl! I have a smoking hot, sexy, fuckslut who will do whatever I want whenever I want ... sounds like a pretty good arrangement, if you ask me!” he said.

“Yes, Master, but what about...” she didn’t want to finish her sentence ... she was afraid of what the answer might be.

“What about what, slut? What are you asking?” he said.

“Master, it’s springtime and school will be getting out in a couple of months. You are a senior this year. What will happen ... once you graduate?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Master, what will happen to us? I know we have only been having sex for a few days now but they’ve been wonderful. And I know there are more to come. But when school is over, then what?” she asked.

“Don’t worry my sweet slut, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going off to college and I’m not leaving this city. I have already been offered a job as a diesel mechanic and I will be going to technical school to learn more about it and get certified, but the school is here in town so I won’t be leaving. So your Master is still going to be around to take care of you, and to see to it you behave yourself and be a good girl,” he said.

“Really Master?” she asked, sitting up now. “You are really going to stay here? With me?”

“Yes, my slut. I had no plans on going to college – I’m lucky just to be graduating high school – and we can’t afford to send me to college even if I wanted to go. I will be going to night school at the technical school, starting in the fall. And I will be starting to work at the diesel shop at Wilson’s Trucking as soon as I graduate. I have a ‘knack’ for diesel mechanics I guess and they will put me to work while I work on my certification. So you are right – there are more wonderful times to come. Many of them. Unless of course, you get tired of kneeling and serving me!”

“Oh no, Master! I’ll never get tired of serving you! Oh, Master, I’m so happy!” she said excitedly.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that ... I was afraid I was going to have to break in another bimbo there for a second!” he laughed.

“Oh no, Master you are mine! And I want to be all the ‘bimbo’ you need!” she said, snuggling up to him.

They sat on the sofa together until it started getting close to dinnertime. “Well, I’d better be heading home, I guess,” he said.

“Yes, your mother probably has dinner waiting for you at home,” she said.

“Oh no, she’s working the late shift tonight ... I was just going to pick up a burger or something for myself,” he said.

“Master, would you like to stay for dinner? I was going to pick up a pizza ... I could get two if you’d like to have pizza with me,” she said.

“Pizza sounds great to me ... I never pass up a chance for pizza!” he said.

“Oh good, I wasn’t really looking forward to eating pizza by myself! What kind of pizza do you like, Master?” she asked.

“Well, I normally get a stuffed crust meat lovers pizza when Mom and I have pizza. But whatever you want is fine,” he said.

“That’s what I get too – I like the sausage and pepperoni on them! Okay, two stuffed crust meat lovers’ pizzas, it is! Let me give them a call and get it going. Do you want anything else – breadsticks or anything?” she asked.

“No thanks ... I have to save room for dessert!” he said with a wicked grin.

“Oh, Master!” she giggled.

It took about 25 minutes for the pizza to get to Janette’s house. She was in the back bedroom when the doorbell rang. Tommy looked through the peephole and saw it was the pizza guy, so he let him in.

“Um ... I have a delivery here for Stein,” he said. Tommy looked at the guy for a moment. He wasn’t much older than Tommy himself!

“The pizzas are here!” he called to her. “Just go ahead and put them on the table, that’s fine.”

“Sure no problem.” The pizza guy set the pies down on the table and waited to get paid. A moment later Janette came from the back bedroom. She was still wearing the red babydoll playsuit, but now she had a white bathrobe over it.

“That was pretty fast, I wasn’t expecting you so soon. How much do I owe you?” she asked the pizza guy.

“Um ... it says $28.00,” he said, reading the receipt.

Janette opened up her wallet and got out the money for the pizzas. “Here you go. Thanks for being so prompt!” she said.

The guy turned to leave, but Tommy stopped him. “Wait a second,” he said.

The delivery guy stopped. “What’s your name?” Tommy asked.

“Peter,” he said.

Tommy turned to Janette. “You forgot to tip Peter here. He works hard for the pizza place, and they don’t pay very well. Most of his pay comes from tips right, Peter?”

“Um yeah ... I just get minimum wage... 9.00 an hour,” he said.

“And you have to pay for your own gas too, don’t you?” Tommy said.

“Yeah. It kinda sucks,” Peter admitted.

“That’s what I hear from friends who have done this. I think Peter deserves a good tip,” Tommy said, winking at her.

“Yes Master,” Janette said.

“Master?” Peter asked.

“Yes, this is my Master. He owns me and I do anything he tells me to do,” Janette said.

To show him, Janette untied the belt on her robe and let it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. Peter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head! Tommy grinned and took a seat to watch the show while Janette sauntered up to the dumbstruck delivery boy.

Peter just stared at Janette as she slowly came closer. His eyes were fixated on her exposed tits held up proudly by the quarter-cup push-up bra feature of her babydoll.

Janette walked right up to the delivery guy and grabbed his face with both hands, pulling him to her. She stuck her tongue in the guy’s mouth and kissed him hard and deep.

Tommy sat there in the chair as Janette’s hand moved over the delivery guy’s chest and down to his crotch.

“This poor boy really does work hard ... he deserves a really good tip,” Janette said, as her hand played with the bulge forming in the front of his pants. “Master, I think I should give him more than just the tip!”

“I-I don’t know...” Peter said wondering just what he’d got himself into.

“Shhh ... just relax and let me tip you, honey,” Janette said. He looked over at me and seeing as how I wasn’t objecting or getting up to deck him, he relaxed a little.

She pulled his short-sleeve uniform shirt over his head and tossed it onto the table next to the pizzas, then dropped to her knees. She quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. With one quick motion, she jerked his jeans and his boxers down to his knees as his cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the face.

“Oooh, what do we have here?” Janette said.

“Wow,” she said. “Master, he’s hard as a rock! I think he likes me!” Janette wrapped her hand around the hard cock and stared at it while its owner stared at her.

“Mmmm,” she said. “His cock looks good enough to eat.”

“Peter, my slut is going to suck your cock. She is very good at her craft too, so enjoy yourself.”

With that Janette licked the palm of her right hand and started to stroke the pizza delivery guy’s cock. After a few strokes, she brought it up to her mouth. Peter groaned as he felt the warm sensation of her mouth surrounding his cock.

She kept pumping his cock into her mouth as she sucked it. Drool started coming out of the side of her mouth as she pumped and sucked his cock. Peter had lost any reservations about what was happening and had begun ramming into the back of her throat hard. Janette took all of the guy’s cock, deepthroating it and making herself gag.

“Oh yeah slut, suck that fucking cock. Suck his cock and make him cum down your fucking whore throat!” Tommy said.

“Mmmm,” she groaned as she sucked harder on the cock filling her mouth.

Janette licked the tip of his cock, covering it completely, then moved to do the same to his shaft. Janette was an artist at loving on a cock with her mouth. Having been in his position himself, Tommy knew full well that Peter was doing everything he could not to shove his cock fully into that warm, wet heaven.

Janette stopped licking his cock for a moment and pulled herself from him. “Oh Master, he’s got such a wonderful cock! It’s a nice size, and it’s hard as a rock yet silky feeling too.”

“Why don’t you suck it then, slut. Suck his cock and get him off – I’m sure he has other deliveries to do,” Tommy said.

“Yes, Master.”

She returned to his cock, swallowing the whole thing and started bobbing her head up and down on the cock. She went slowly at first and then quicker as she devoted herself to pleasuring his hard meat. Peter moaned as her mouth produced such amazing feelings that he couldn’t help himself.

Janette worked his cock with practiced art. For someone who, until recently hadn’t had sex in a very long time, she definitely remembered how to make a guy feel good. She didn’t just blow Peter’s cock, she made love to it. She changed her techniques frequently sometimes licking it, sometimes sucking it with a series of head bobbing. From time to time, she would stop and just hold his cock firmly in her mouth. She didn’t want this game to end too quickly, so she let him calm a bit before building him back up.

But this poor guy was caught completely off guard by these events and wasn’t prepared for her incredible mouth skills. Peter couldn’t help himself, enjoying her wonderful mouth. Sooner than either would have liked he exploded, his hot cum filling her mouth almost immediately. But the explosion didn’t deter Janette from working his cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of his huge load.

When she had finished drawing every drop of Peter’s cum from him she could, she squeegeed his cock clean with her lips, then tucked it neatly back away, kissing it goodbye. Peter, who could barely stand at this point, took the money for the pizzas and, fumbling a bit, walked out the front door, barely making it back to his car.

“Oh God, Master! That was so much fun! And sooo hot – if we weren’t so hungry and this pizza didn’t smell so good, I’d take you to bed and fuck you silly!” Janette said, beside herself with excitement.

“Well, there’s time for that after we eat something, my sweet slut,” he said.

The pair sat at the table eating their pizza. Janette glanced at her Master from time to time, smiling as she saw how much he was enjoying his pizza. “You must really like pizza, Master, judging by the way you are eating it!” she said.

“I do ... it’s my second-most favorite thing to eat,” he said.

“Oh? What’s your first then?” she asked, coquettishly biting her fingernail.

“You,” he said without hesitation.

“Ohhh...” Janette moaned. She could feel her pussy getting wet.

After they finished all the pizza they wanted to eat, Janette put the rest of it in the refrigerator while Tommy went into the living room and sat on the sofa to wait for her. She came into the living room and walked seductively towards him. Tommy could see right away that she was feeling playful again and he curled his finger at her.

“Come here slut,” he said. Janette came up to him and he pulled her down onto his lap, straddling his legs with her own and facing him.

“Did you have fun blowing that pizza delivery guy, slut?” he asked.

“Oh yes, Master! It was so much fun. I love being your slut ... your whore!” she said.

“You looked really hot doing it too,” he said as his fingers trailed lightly up and down her pussy over her panties.

“Master, you said your mother is working the late shift tonight, right? What time will she get home from work tonight?”

“I dunno, probably in the wee hours of the morning sometime, why?” he asked.

“Well, I was kinda hoping ... if you’d like to, Master ... I mean would you ... umm...”

“Are you asking me to spend the night slut?” he asked.

“Only if you want to, Master. I mean, I don’t want you to think ... well that I’m a real slut. That I just go to bed with anyone. You know what I mean?” she said.

“First off, my dear, I don’t think you are really a slut. I use words like slut and whore as terms of endearment ... because you like them and it turns you on. I know you don’t go to bed with any guy that gives you attention. You’ve told me yourself that you haven’t slept with anyone since your divorce and I believe you.