Service de Sperma

Dear Diary, It's Friday, finally, and Mr. Huntington is leaving for the weekend. But before he could leave, he had me make sure the house was twice as clean as normal and that everything was in order. I swear that man is crazy about dust and dirt! Everything has to be in the perfect place before he lets me go for the day, and if he finds one tiny particle of dust or dirt I have to clean the whole place all over again while he watches. When I finally convinced him to read his paper on the porch while he ate breakfast, I was able to straighten up his room. I made his bed, fluffing the pillows exactly three times, dusted his plants and the mirrors, shined his shoes, folded his underwear, and put toothpaste on his toothbrush. When he finished breakfast, he came to stand in the doorway and watch me, intently. I knew what he wanted by the look in his eyes. I could feel him undressing me, I could feel his eyes running over my curves and grazing my nipples through the flimsy uniform I wore to clean his house. As I moved around the bedroom he followed me with his gaze, silently willing me to hear his thoughts and to obey him. This game we played every Friday was every bit as amusing to him as it was frightening to me. I was to clean his house to his exact, rigid specifications, and if I wanted to keep my job until next week, I had to clean his cock when I was finished. I have to admit that I am eerily attracted to him with his domineering, controlling, obsessive/possessive personality, and those piercing eyes that burn holes right through me. But on the other hand, to give myself to him would be my destruction. So we play this cat and mouse, bird and crocodile game week in and week out and it keeps us both alive. So I went to the closet and retrieved the platter that Mr. Huntington likes to masturbate onto, unwrapped it from it's paper, and assumed my place on my hands and knees for him to be serviced by me. I didn't want to soil my uniform, so I gently lowered the straps and the bodice down around my waist. My breasts were free now, in his full view, and under his gaze, they grew hot. I didn't even look at him, but I knew he was staring. I felt shame at being placed in such a position, but the shame of being deported back to my birth country would be even worse. I would do anything to stay in this land, and besides, he did have a nice cock. So I stuck out my tongue which he dangled his cock onto, and ever so gently, I began to lick up one side of it and down the other, not forgetting his scrotum as he grew harder and harder. I finally allowed myself to look up into his face, and saw that his look had changed, and softened significantly. He stared at me blankly for a second, and then a look of almost fondness passed into his eyes. His head tilted to the side as he watched me cleaning his cock and we were locked there for a few moments. He grew very hard and engorged in my mouth at that point and I tasted his precum. My saliva took the cue and began to thicken making it easy for me to stroke him with my hand as I gave his balls my tongue's full attention. I knew just how he liked it, and I should after playing this game with him for a year now. His scrotum was pulling tighter to his body and I knew he would cum soon. He began rocking back and forth on his heels with my every stroke. His breath quickened and became louder and he began to chant something he always says when about to cum. I still haven't figured out what he is saying, but it must be some sort of mantra of masturbation because I sometimes hear him from the bathroom chanting it. Just then, his head rolled back, he cried out, and took over the next several strokes, spilling his whole sticky white load of hot cum onto his special platter, which was waiting nearby. Amazed, I watched him squirt and squirt all over his platter, knowing what the next step in the game was. Very gently, and with all the submission in the world, I licked each and every single drop of sweet white cum off of that platter while he watched me. Every single lap of my tongue acted like a spoon, and I was to show him every drop as it went into my mouth and I swallowed it. The game was not over until the platter was clean, and all the sperm had been swallowed. Then I was to present the cleaned platter to him for inspection before washing it properly and putting it back in it's paper for next Friday.