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My name is Steve and I am a 56 year old widower with salt and pepper hair. I was in two loveless marriages so I masturbated a lot. After my second wife died, I got into the habit of wearing women’s lingerie during my masturbating sessions. First it was a bra, then slips and then dresses. I would wear them not because I want to be a woman, or I’m gay. It just felt good.
I would read porn online and rub my nibbles through the clothing and when ready, I would masturbate while looking at a photo of a beautiful woman. Over time I had acquired “Maid” outfits, “School Girl” outfits, thigh highs, sexy dresses, long dresses, etc. In the last year, I had gotten into light self bondage.
Then, my world changed. I live in a very nice apartment community which is spread out over a large area. Each building has six apartments in it which include 4 two bedroom units and 2 one bedroom units, with the one bedroom units in the middle. My wife and I had moved in 9 years before and when she died, I stayed. Mostly older people lived in the complex. But, there were a few families and younger people as well.
One day, a young woman named Jasmine, I did not find out her name until later, moved into one of the one bedroom units in my building. She was about 22 years old, very petit and very beautiful with a perfect little body. The apartments had no windows on the front side, all were on the back side and were sliding glass doors opening to gaziantep escort either a deck or patio, depending on whether on the first or second floor. We would see each other on occasion and would say “Hi” but nothing more.
Then one day we met. I had order some more clothing and was waiting for it. One day there was a knock on my door and when I opened it, Jasmine was standing there and she said, “Hi, I’m Jasmine. I live down in
.”
I said, “Hello, I’m Steve. What can I do for you?”
“Well, this was delivered to me by mistake.”
And she handed me the package, which had been opened. She noticed my reaction and said, “Oh, I did not realize it wasn’t mine until after I had opened it. Sorry. Is it gifts for someone?”
“No. Well thank you.”
“Could I have some water.”
“Sure, come on in.”
I went to the kitchen to get her some water and when I turned back, Jasmine was gone. “Where did you go?”
I heard, “Back here in your bedroom.”
I rushed to my bedroom and she had found part of my stash.
She had a big smile on her face as she said, “My, my. You are a naughty boy aren’t you.”
“What do you think you are doing?”
“So tell me. Are you gay, a trans or what?”
“It’s none of your business. Please leave.”
She walked up to me, pulled me close and said, “Or do you wear that to masturbate while looking at girls on your computer.” babelan.net
“Yes I do.”
“I could give you something better to look at big boy, if, you follow my rules.”
“What rules?”
“First, get on your knees.”
I dropped to my knees. Jasmine said, “First, call me Mistress or Mistress Jasmine. Second, you are now my Pussy Slave and you will eat my pussy whenever I what. Third, I will dress you how I want. Forth, you are not allowed to masturbate without me. Any questions Slave?”
I looked up at her and thought, “She’s like a goddess.” And I said, “Yes Mistress Jasmine. Very clear. May I eat your pussy?”
She looked down at me and said, “Yes Slave you may.”
She got on my bed and said, “Remove my panties and go down on me Slave.”
I removed her panties and ate her sweet pussy. I brought her to several orgasms and after she said, “You are good Slave Steve. Very good. I’m going to enjoy using you.”
Before she left, she made me give her a key to my apartment and gave me one for hers. My Slave duties also included cleaning her apartment. We also exchange cell numbers.
On many mornings, she would order me to come down to her apartment and pleasure her first thing. Since we both were home every evening, I serviced her all most every day with her dressing me in one of my outfits. When she was satisfied, she would order me to jack off in front of her while looking at her perfect body.
After two months, she showed up with a stranger and said, “Steve, this is Debbie. I have told her about you. You don’t mind doing her do you?”
“No, I guess not.”
“I won’t make you dress for the occasion.” Then she added, “This time.”
Debbie took my hand, led me to my bedroom and I took her panties off and ate her pussy bringing her to several orgasms.
When she left she said to Jasmine, “You were right Jasmine. He is good. Can I come back?”
“Yes, but only with me.”
After that, not a week went by that Jasmine did not bring a woman home to be serviced by me. Debbie came by once a month and some of the other women repeated. After two months of that, it was twice a week that Jasmine brought another woman, then it was 3 times a week. I caught her taking money from one and I realized she was my pimp and I was her whore, her pussy whore.
When the woman left, Jasmine said, “Yes, I am making money with you. Do you have a problem with that Slave?”
“No Mistress.”
I then said, “May I eat your pussy.”
She said, “You can’t get enough can you Slave?”
“Of your sweet pussy Mistress, no.”
“Yes, eat me Slave.”
That is my life now. I work during the day and in the evenings, I am a Pussy Slave to Mistress Jasmine. I take care of her apartment and her needs. And she uses me and whores me out. In truth, I love it and would not change a thing. I know it cannot last for long. Mistress Jasmine well meet a man, get marriage and leave me. But I intend to be such a good Pussy Slave that she won’t. Time will tell.
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