Personal Sex Slave For My Generous and Sexy Boss ♕

Since I need a new place to live, I might become my boss’ personal sex slave.

My lease is up, and I was hoping that I’d be able to find somewhere to live by now, but no luck. My roommates are moving out of state, and the rent for the place is rising. I make decent money as a personal trainer at the local gym. But, I’m not sure it’ll be enough to cover all my living expenses now. I suppose I could ask my boss for a raise. The way that man looks at me tells me that I could successfully seduce him. The notion of being his personal sex slave might be enough to get that raise.

But do I really want to ask for a raise? This shabby place isn’t where I want to spend another year. My boss is a secretive man who doesn’t open up much about himself. He’s so handsome and mysterious; I’ve honestly fantasized about him so many times. Instead of a raise, I could ask to move in with him. I can only imagine the many naughty things we’ll do together.

I have to pop the question if I ever hope to become his personal sex slave.

After my shift, I walk into his office and ask him if he has a moment. I’m still in my gym clothes; shorts, sports bra, and sneakers. My hair is done up in a high ponytail, and I hadn’t even had a chance to shower. But, I needed to get this done and let out my seductive naughty slut side. He asks how he can help me. So, I tell him my situation with my lease and that I’m not really looking for a raise but rather a temporary place to stay.

He’s a little confused about how he can help me. I didn’t even consider he might not live alone. But I sit up straighter in my chair and pop the question. “Can I move in with you?” There’s a moment of silence. Then, I tell him that I”ll do anything he asks of me. Clean, cook, anything else he needs. The fantasy of being his personal sex slave popped into my mind again. My thighs squeezed together as I tried to make the aching sensation between them calm down.

Luckily, he said yes! He even told me that I wouldn’t have to pay rent if I followed his rules.

On my way, I was hoping to be his personal sex slave.

After he agreed, I went home and gathered some things. I’d come by again to pack the rest before the official move-out day. Oddly enough, he told me not to shower before coming to his house. When I arrived, I was still in the same clothes from the gym. He was pleased to see I followed his directions and started going over the rules. Any time we are here together, he is to be addressed as Sir or Daddy. Immediately I smile, unable to hide my excitement. He is going to make me his personal sex slave!

Next, he tells me while I’m living here rent-free, I am to cook, clean, and remain naked in the home. “Well, what are you waiting for? You’re already breaking a rule,” He says, crossing his arms. Quickly, I remove my clothes, excited to be his seductive naughty slut. Then, he orders me to lay on the dining room table, legs spread. He tells me every day before he comes home, he expects me to lay on the table, no shower.

Of course, I agree, and I soon feel his hands exploring my body. Not only his hands, his tongue too. He slides his tongue all over my neck, collarbone, and tits. He licks all over them, not just the nipples. His tongue slides over the sides of my waist and my tummy. All over the sensitive spots, making me shiver. Then, he makes it to my feet, licking and sucking on my toes and over the arches. I had no idea he had a hot foot fetish. Finally, he makes his way back up to my pussy.

I’m all his. He’s got me under his spell.

His tongue flicks faster on my clit, and I feel his fingers press inside me. Those fingers plunge their way in, making me gasp. Then, he thrusts them in and out, curling them up into my g-spot with every thrust. Being his personal sex slave is going to be amazing.

He pumps those fingers into me harder. I know he can feel my pussy tensing and pulsing around his fingers, ready to cum. I beg him to let me cum. There’s just no way I can hold on. “Daddy, please, I want to cum so bad!”

Though, Daddy isn’t going to let me have my way that easily. He orders me to hold off, to wait. But I just can’t! As soon as he feels me tipping over the edge, he pulls his fingers out and stops all stimulation.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so, slave. It’s time for your actual shower.” With that, he helps me off the table and takes me into the bathroom. I see cufflinks attached to the shower wall, and I know being his personal sex slave will be a full-time job.

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