Chapter 3

After the longest ten minutes of Christy’s life, they pulled into the driveway of Mr. Baxter’s large, three-bedroom/two bathroom, split-level ranch house.

Christy looked at the huge house with its well-manicured lawn, paved driveway, and double-car garage. A big oak tree stood in the front of the house lending its shade to the front of the house.

“Oh my, Sir ... you have a lovely house!” she said.

She looked in awe at where her boss lived – it was so much bigger and nicer than her small 750 square foot, one-bedroom apartment.

“Thank you. It’s a little big for one person, but I have a woman come over once a week to clean it,” he said, turning the car off.

“Oh?” she asked skeptically.

He laughed, “No it’s nothing like that. Mrs. Hernandez is about 50 years old, overweight, and speaks very broken English. You have nothing to worry about!” he said. “She’s a sweet lady, but only as a housekeeper!”

He got out of the car and walked around to her side. Christy sat there watching him come around the passenger side of the car, relieved that she could stop tormenting herself and catch her breath a bit. He opened the car door and offered her his hand to help her to her feet.

Christy looked up at him and smiled then stood up. She slipped her arm around his and they walked up the short sidewalk to his door. He opened the door and held it for her to enter first.

Christy stepped inside the house and then up the short five steps to the main upper floor of the house. When she got to the top of the steps, the full effect of his house hit her.

“Oh my God, Sir! What a gorgeous home you have!” she said, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as she looked around. To her, it was a Better Homes and Gardens showplace.

“Well, thank you and later, I will give you the grand tour. But right now, there’s another kind of tour I want to take!” he said with a devilish grin.

Christy looked at him and then blushed when his meaning became clear. He took her hand and led her down the hallway to the master bedroom.

He opened the bedroom door and she stepped inside. The bedroom was every bit as impressive as the rest of the house with a huge king-size bed in the center of the room.

There was a sliding glass door leading to a nice little deck overlooking the back yard and pool and an en suite bathroom with shower, sink, and toilet.

As she looked around at the amazing bedroom, she heard the door click shut behind her. She turned to see him standing there watching her.

“Sir, this is an incredible house ... so much nicer than my little apartment!” she said.

“Well it is now,” he said.

Christy looked at him for a second before catching on to the compliment, then she blushed. He took her hand and led her over to the bed and sat down pulling her in front of him. He looked up at her smiling above him.

“You really are a remarkable woman, you know that? Beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and best of all mine!” he said.

“Yes! Yes, Sir, I am. I’m all yours, Sir, anytime and in any way,” she breathed.

Looking down at him watching her every move, she smiled and reached up behind her head to unhook the halter top clasp there. She slowly lowered her top and gave him a good look at her enormous tits.

Seeing the big smile on his face, she smiled in return and finished dropping her dress completely, leaving her in just her stockings and heels.

He didn’t say anything else, no further words were needed. Her meaning was clear as was the reason they had come there.

He reached forward and put his hands on her hips, pulling her to him. He put his mouth over one of her hard, erect nipples and began licking, sucking, and chewing on it.

Christy groaned and put her head back, thrusting her tits out for him and running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She pulled his mouth harder onto her tit wanting to shove the whole thing in his mouth if she could.

She was far too busty for that, though, so he satisfied himself with the stiff, fleshy button and surrounding areola, making sure these sensitive areas were thoroughly loved on.

With her holding his head tight to her tit left his hands free. He placed one on her ass cheek, mauling and kneading the fleshy globe. Christy had a nice tight ass that just begged him to take advantage of and he wasn’t one to neglect any part of her wondrous body.

His other hand found its way back between her legs and using his hand he began sawing back and forth up against her pussy, rubbing her pussy and between her lips as he “cut” upwards at her. He used his thumb to rub against her hard clit as he sawed back and forth.

Christy rode his hand, grinding down as he pushed upwards and rotating her hips to get even more from his hand. She humped his hand, moaning and whimpering, as her lust fire exploded into a full-on conflagration.

“Oh, God, Sir! Oh, please, please fuck me! Sir please, I need to feel your cock ... inside me! Please, please, I’ll do anything you want! Oh, God, please!” she cried, beside herself with desperation.

“Oh, I fully intend to fuck you my dear, and when I do I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk and can barely breathe. But before we get to that, I am feeling a bit hungry ... I think a little appetizer before the main course would be appropriate, don’t you?” he said, with a wicked grin.

“S-Sir?” she asked.

“Get up on the bed and leave your heels on, it’s sexier when you have your heels and stockings on!” he said.

She smiled coyly and crawled to the center of the bed laying on her back with her head on one of the pillows. He walked slowly around the bed to the foot of the bed keeping his eyes on her and trailing his fingers along the mattress the whole way.

He could sense her trembling, he could see her chest rising and falling as her breath came in gasps. He could see the look of wanton lust in her eyes and the way she bit her lip to keep herself from crying out as she tried valiantly to be patient.

But her patience was wearing very thin. She needed to feel him on top of, and inside, her in the worst way!

He got up on the foot of the bed and crawled towards her. When he got to her feet, she spread her legs willingly, an invitation to him to take his delights in the banquet she offered. He moved up between her legs stopping when he got to just above her knees.

He began kissing the insides of her thighs, alternating sides as he slowly moved up her legs. Christy began moaning as she watched him getting ever closer to her now dripping pussy.

His hot kisses burned her skin like a branding iron as he inched higher. He reached the lacy tops of her stockings ... and then he kissed the bare flesh above it!

“Oh my God!” she gasped as she felt his hot breath on her skin and his lips brushed against her. Her legs fell open further and her hands clenched the blanket she was laying on.

His kisses continued moving up her legs and Christy gasped with each advance. She squirmed and shuddered as he neared the apex where she most wanted him.

He paused as he approached her smoldering pussy. Inhaling deeply he savored her musky sweet scent licking his lips in anticipation of the feast awaiting him.

“Mmmm, I love the smell of a woman in heat. And you smell wonderful. Tell me slut, do you taste as good as you smell? Shall I taste you and see?” he asked, taunting her.

“Oh, please, Sir! Oh, God, I can’t take this! Please, Please! God, I need you so much!” she cried.

Christy had never been so turned on in her life. Whatever power this man had over her, he was using it full-strength to drive her absolutely mad with desire!

He slid his arms under her thighs, wrapping them around to hold her in place and allowing his fingertips to reach her pussy and hold the lips wide apart.

He looked at the dripping pink honey hole and the sweet nectar she was making for him. He dove face-first into the succulent pussy and plunged his tongue in as deep as he could get it to go.

“OH FUCK, SIR!” she squealed as she felt his mouth fasten itself to her eager pussy and his tongue burrow into her core. Instinctively, she reached down to pull his head into her crotch, but he pulled his head up off her pussy.

“No hands!” he commanded, and then went back to his feast. Christy gasped and reached up to grab the headboard of the bed instead gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white with the effort.

Mr. Baxter continued eating her drooling pussy enthusiastically, his tongue squirming and wriggling around inside her to reach every sweet drop of her delicious pussy juice it could access.

Christy writhed and twisted and bucked as he ate her with a ferocity she had never experienced. He definitely knew what he wanted and more importantly what she wanted!

He gave it to her too, his tongue causing her legs to shake as the strain of trying to hold back her impending orgasm became harder and harder.

Christy had needed to cum since they left the restaurant, and he had kept her on the edge the whole time. She was nearly insane now, her passions and arousal raised to a fever pitch.

He held onto her trembling, shaking thighs despite her best efforts to shake him free.

His hot, burning mouth and squirming tongue was sheer torture and as much as she wanted – and needed – to cum, she knew that he hadn’t given her permission yet and she didn’t want to anger him.

Still, it was getting to be impossible to hold out against his ruthless, single-minded attack. She knew she had lost this battle and it was only a matter of time before he claimed his victory and his prize.