His co-worker, His Servant

All characters are well over 20 and consenting adults.

Read part 1. I know you will enjoy it.

The previous story left off with our two coworkers, Mike 25 and Bob 55, in which the former became a servant to the latter. The servant, having swallowed Bob's load of jizz, officially became his. All his. Now, as a master, Bob "owned" Mike.

Both never thought that work would be a place where they would meet. Yet they did.

We were at his condo talking in his living room. He was seated on a sofa chair. I stood naked before him. He was feeling me up.

"When do you have off?" Master asked me.

"Not tomorrow but the following night." I said in a feminine tone. He wants that from me and I want to do so.

"So do I. You will come to back to my condo and stay overnight with me for the first time."

I was excited. Especially when he told me that two friends of his, one 56, the other 52, would be there.

"I have a finished basement with two couches, one is fake black leather. The other is soft and a lite tan. You will wear a red g-string. Not a ladies but a man's. You will always wear male panties."

He tossed a yellow thong at me.

"Also, black sandals. Understand my loving servant?"

"Oh, yes, my master."

He then said, "Out of boredom, I built a stage. It is 10 feet by 10 feet. Square and 3 feet off the floor. A 7 foot silver pole is in the middle."

I said, with a perplexed look, "Master, why a stage? That seems odd."

He walked slowly up to me, "Watch your tongue! You don't speak to me that way. Next time you do, I have a riding crop that will make aquaintance with that supple ass of yours. Do I make myself clear?"

After he said that, I knelt down.

"Yes, master. Please, forgive your servant. Would you like me to "apologize" using my mouth?"

"Yes."

He dropped his pants. Mmm, yes. That 7 inch dick is what I crave.

As I slide his delicious fuck rod into my mouth, he slowly moaned.

"Yes. That's it my slut."

While I slurped his luscious dick, he told me why he built a stage. Of course it was tough for him to talk since I was giving him perfect fellatio. Well, I thought it was perfect.

"Oh, fuck. I, ugh, built that stage, swallow it deeper, slut. Yes, like that. It was built after taking a class at work. Oh, fuck."

I wrapped my tongue around my master lovely schlong. This is what I enjoyed; giving him pleasure. Of course it brought me pleasure; I came the last time I blew him. Hopefully I would again.

"Anyways." Master continued, "I bought too much wood, ohh, yes! Suck it. All that material went into constructing this stage. It was fucking worth it."

At that, his load of creamy jizz shot out. It was a good sized amount to.

I had not cum yet, so I took my mouth off his beautiful cock, and showed master how much cream was in my slutty mouth.

"Good. You showed me, again. Just like the first b.j. you gave me four days ago. Swallow it all!"

As I did, nice and slow, he continued.

"You will dance for me and my two friends on that stage. It has a rubber floor. I told them about you and one suggested it. Watch videos of women stripping."

Having just swallowed it all, I said, "Mmm, that sounds fun."

Bob noticed my cock was hard. Oh, yes. I was so fucking hard.

"Your cock is still hard. I should let you play with it, yet, after your insolent back talk earlier, you will not. As punishment, you will not jerk it for ten days."

Ten days!? Shit!

I said to myself, "You can do it. Do it for him. I want to show how strong willed I can be. Plus, it will feel so fucking good when I do cum."

"Understand?"

"Yes. I will do this for you, master. Afterall, I love pleasing you."

A little flattery never hurts. Right?

He then laid out some rules.

"First, when you meet my friends you will call them 'sir'."

"Next, grow your hair past your neck line."

"Third, keep your groin area smooth. I will feel you with my hands everytime you are here. If I feel stubble, you will shave, then be bent over and lashed five times with the riding crop."

"Last, as I told you before, you will act feminine when your in my home. Again, that is how I want you to be. Beside it's all for our enjoyment."

Wow! I was flabbergasted that he would say "we." Even if he did not, I would do it."

"Okay. I will follow all those rules. After all, I am your loving servant."

He took me by my right hand and led me into the basement. Unlike my new boyfriend, I should have said master, I was not fully clothed. The yellow thong he gave me adorned my body.

He was not kidding. It was nice. Recessed lighting. The walls were painted a bright yellow. A very large green area rug, at least 30 by 30 feet.

The bar was stocked with four tupes of white and red wine. Also, one bottle of whiskey. Another one of scotch. And a small fridge with three different brands of beer.

His carefully crafted stage was not bad. I it was smack dab in the middle of the room. Above it, was a disco ball.

Shaking my firm ass in his direction, I walked up two steps onto the stage. Slowly, I put my left hand on the pole and walked around it.

Watched me he said, "You belong there. It's something about the way you walked around that pole."

Thinking about it, I said, "It is fun. Maybe we should make my shows a weekly occurrence?"

With his eyes lit up, he smiled. "That's a great idea. Either Friday or Saturday night, unless one of us is at work. In fact, when your here, you can practice while I watch. It will be hot for both of us."

"Good idea. In two nights, you and your two friends will get a great show."

As I twirled around the pole, I knew his cock was hard.