Dependent

Chapter 5

Codes: Light, F/f, M/f, f-self, Exhibition, Teen, D/s, Slavery, Humiliation, Reluctant

The alarm goes off, and my body begins the struggle to sit up before I have even finished waking.  It's still the middle of the night, but it's also the time when Miss Summers has to wake up and get ready for work, and time for me to perform my first chore of the day.  Licking my dry lips unenthusiastically, I crawl up onto the queen sized bed and slither, naked, under the heavy quilt.  It is cozy and warm under the soft quilt, and I wish my thin little blanket did a better job of protecting me from the fiercely cold air conditioning.

I lick my lips in preparation for the duty before me. I place my hands on Miss Summer’s legs and trace along them to their delicate apex. Her familiar scent fills my nostrils. Miss Summers tells me I should try to enjoy this, but it doesn't come easy to me. A feminine hand strokes my delicate neck and urges me on. I take a tentative lick at the soft folds of flesh, causing Miss Summers to stir.

She pulls my face down into her crotch and the smell of sweat and dried cum fills my nostrils. Each night I lay by the foot of the bed on an uncomfortable thin mattress and listen as Mr Lain and Miss Summers engage in passionate love making. I listen intently as his thick cock causes wet squelching noises as he works it in her cunny. They make no efforts at subduing their passion on account of my witness. Miss Summers tells me it is no shame if I feel the urge to masturbate, not having a man of my own, but I must fight the urge. I can see why she wouldn't want me dirtying her room, but it is hard. I would never have imagined how much I envied the two of them.

Her cunt tastes of their dried, intermingled fluids. I keep my tongue stiff and use it to scrub the crust from her pussy. It is unpleasant for me, though Miss Summers enjoys herself thoroughly and that is the important thing. I have to fight down my gag reflex as I unintentionally drink in the reliquefied goo. Miss Summers hears my coughing and spluttering and pulls me in tight against her moist gash.

I lick up and down her slit, pausing to suck on her fat lips. I try to remember all I have learned on the subject. Knowing my talent for 'book learning', Miss Summers has added two hours of fellatio study to my daily chores. She provides me with stories to read and movies to watch. I feel strange kneeling naked in front of the television watching closely as the women on screen lick cunts and suck cocks. I have watched lots of porn before on my computer, but never in the presence of others, and I have never studied it with such scrutiny.

I can feel tears roll down my face as my cheeks burn with shame. My cunnilingus makes sloppy smacking noises as I service my employer and landlord. Miss Summers plays with my ears and neck as I service her fuck hole. Cunt licking is about as enjoyable as my daily spanking, which isn't saying much. I realize I enjoy the humiliation on some level, though I think less of myself for it.

"Yes, suck on my clit you red headed whore."

I have asked Miss Summers not to call me that, but I suppose I am trading sex for food and board. Thankfully, Miss Summers does not allow Michael to fuck me. I cannot thank her enough for sparing me what would surely be a painful coupling. Still, at night I do fantasize about him spreading my legs wide and gently working himself inside of me. In my dreams, he just slams my thin body hard with his monster cock, and I love it even more.

I do my best to please Miss Summers. She will not stand for anything but an enthusiastic tongue fucking. I want to show her how eager I am to pleasure her, even without a hard spanking. I slide a hand under one of her chubby thighs and press a moistened finger against her butt hole. I saw this trick employed in one of the movies I watched, and I still shudder at the memory of Lisa, now Miss Summers, sticking her fingers in both my cunt and ass.

Her body stiffens at the intrusion, and her thighs crush hard against my head. I try to fuck my finger in and out of her hole, as I have always found so enjoyable, but her ass grips me so very tightly. Too late I can tell the uninvited entry was as unwelcome as it was unexpected. Miss Summers throws off the blanket and tears my mouth from her cunt with a wet popping noise.

"I'm sorry, Miss." I immediately whimper.

Miss Summers slap my face hard, and again. She grips my hair painfully and grinds my face against her cunt once more. She reaches over and lifts one of my slender legs up. I try hard to please her, ignoring the sting in my cheek. As I continue to probe her warm snatch, I feel a hand work around my ass, and fingers touching the opening of my back passage. I grunt as a pair of unlubricated fingers are force hard into my dry hole.

"You do not touch my ass unless I order it, whore!"

"I'm sorry." I cry out as I continue to munch her smooth vagina.

She presses her digits into my protesting asshole, sawing the wrinkled sphincter back and forth painfully. The crude finger rape hurts awfully.

"I'm sorry, Miss." I pause from my fellatio.

"I don't want your apologies." She twists my hair and begins rotating her fingers around in my hole. "I want your love." She means it in the crudest most debauched sense.

Miss Summers twists her body and flips me onto my back. She straddles my face, smothers my head beneath her meaty thighs and gyrates her dripping lips across my crying face. I try my best, I really do, but I have always had a fear of suffocation, and I begin to panic quickly. While I squirm, Miss Summers lifts my legs up into the air, raiding my rear. She takes up a swift pumping motion with her fingers, fucking straight down into my ass.

She raises up for just a second, giving me a glorious breath of fresh air. A large gob of spit spills across my right eye and cheek. My face and chest are bright red, in stark contrast to my white skin which almost hides against the bed sheets. Miss Summers spanks and bites my poor battered bottom while she continues to sodomize me. I rarely receive more than the standard ten spanks a day now, I have been working very hard.

When the flesh above me crashes down once again, my tongue flicks back and forth automatically. Miss Summers has shifted slightly and she brings her ass crack down right over my mouth. I give it a long lick before I notice, and my tongue is covered with disgusting ass sweat. I try to fight back. I know I shouldn't, but this is so horrible. I can feel her dirty opening ribbing back and forth across my puckered lips.

My tongue soaks up the foulness and it slowly leaks into my mouth. The continued, rapid fire, plunder of my asshole has not for a moment stopped hurting, though it arouses me terribly. My sphincter groans as Miss Summers uses her two fingers to spread it in opposite directions. I hear her work up a big wad of spit before she dribbled it down, past my straining muscle, and into my anus. She pulls her fingers from my ass and offers them to me; I lick them thoroughly. My mouth already tastes vile, and when the fingers return to my asshole, as they are sure to do, I know it will feel better. Sure enough, the wet fingers once again fight past my clenched anal muscle. They go in much easier than before, and Miss Summers continues to drip droop onto my bunghole. It feels like paradise. The lubricated fingers tease my sphincter and play with my soft inner walls.

My mother did a wonderful job of making me fear my vagina. It is for the making of unwanted babies and the spreading of diseases among degenerates.

I try to fight the coming orgasm, knowing I will be punished for it, but Miss Summers uses her hands and mouth to please me. She pushes me over the edge and I cream, dripping wet love from my upraised pussy down to my soft breasts. By now Miss Summers ass crack is pristine, though my mouth tastes like a garbage can.

I am still writhing in the throes of orgasm when an alarm goes off in my head. The alarm signals failure.

“Ughh damnit.” Miss Summers cusses. With little effort on her part, she pushes me off her bed, and onto the, now clean, floor. “If you can't do your job you are going to need to find somewhere else to live!”

Miss Summers stood up and began getting ready for work. I crawl back to my mattress, not wanting to risk angering her further. For failing to please her, and shamefully cuming myself, I expect a thorough spanking tonight. I hope she spanks me, hard; the alternative is so much worse. I bite my pillow and cry into it. I only tried to make Miss Summers happy, and now she has to go to work unsatisfied. My life, indeed my foreseeable future, has shrunk to performing a few select tasks. I wondered what would happen to me if Miss Summers told me to leave.

“Don't worry Kylie.” I hear Michael's muffled voice float out from under a pillow. “She has wanted to get you between her legs ever since she was thirteen. She isn't going to let you go now.”

I remember I was secretly excited when one of my friends admitted he had masturbated thinking about me. Has Lisa done the same thing?

“Thank you... Mr Lain.” I said. It always felt strange, whereas Lisa was so naturally, Miss Summers.

“Lets go back to sleep.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I try to sleep, but my mouth tastes awful. Worse, my mind won't stop spinning. I wonder what Miss Summers will do to me when she comes home. I wonder if I can really live like this. I know its scary out there, but other people seem to manage, and I am so much better than most of them; or at least that is what I have always thought. I shiver from the cold and wonder, If I am really so superior, what am I doing here?

I cannot tell if I have gotten any sleep at all before the next alarm goes off. It starts off soft, so by time I crawl up onto the bed, Michael is still sleeping. I lift a section of cover, exposing his beautiful big dick. He just had fucked his fiancé last night, I don't understand how his body can be so desperate for more without stimulation.

Already I can see little goosebumps forming on his skin. I press my tongue against the base of his hairy nut sack and take a long hard lick of his penis, all the way up along the thick underbelly of the shaft to the bulbous sheathed tip. I pull back and admire the snail trail of saliva. Michael lets out a half yawn, half moan and instinctively pulls the blankets across his exposed middle.

I can't believe Miss Summers had to hold me down the first time I gave Mr Lane a blowjob. I straddle Michael's wide waist and crawl backwards along him until we approach a sixty-nine position. As Michael is an astonishing 17 inches taller than me, my spread pink pussy is out of reach of his mouth, not that he would have any obligation to reciprocate my morning services.

I take a firm hold of his shaft. It seems even bigger when I am holding it. I gently roll back the foreskin, and inhale the rotten smell of smegma. I pull the skin down tautly away from the head and use my hands to wipe away the worst of the old cum. I know Miss Summers thinks I should use my tongue to clean him, but he doesn't call me on it, and the job is much nicer this way.

I kiss the huge tip of his rod, and roll my wet tongue around the soft head. I think of all the boys who would have bent over backwards for me to suck their cock, and who would have bent me over afterwards if allowed. Had I known it was this enjoyable, I think I would have spent much of my teenage years on my knees sucking dick. Compared to what I had already been licking, the taste was a step up, but it was the warmth, the texture and the feeling of taking something living inside myself that I loved the most.

I plant small kisses on the tip while lovingly brushing the shaft clean with a stiff tongue. I would love to play with it longer, but even one of my amateurish blow jobs quickly gets Michael off, and I know he too has to go to work soon. After failing to please Miss Summers, I work super hard to please her fiancé. I take a good grip of his balls with my left hand, and play with them gently. I press his testicles apart and pull them back together. I let the soft flesh flow between my fingers before closing them and pulling away. My right hand works his long rigid shaft. I'm not sure how sensitive it is, but I certainly enjoy it. So thick, so powerful. I can fell little droplets falling from my pussy as I imagine what sort of damage he could inflict on me with this man's cock. Opening wide, I take the entire tip in my, comparatively, small mouth. I fold my gums back across my teeth and let the man meat fill my face hole.

While I work, Michael pulls open the two smaller pink lips exposed by my already spread open vagina. He tugs on them and pokes me with childish curiosity. I gather Miss Summers rarely sucks him off, nor is she the sort of woman (a slut like me) who is likely to present her nethers for such crude inspection. He is always most pleased by my morning duties. His fumbling touches are not designed to give me pleasure, but they do provide a stimulating distraction and enhance the cock sucking experience for me.

When the head presses against the back of my throat my body spasms as I suppress the urge to throw up. I have been working really hard at this, sitting in front of the television with Miss Summers most lifelike dildo. I calm myself and press my head down against the mighty phallus. I feel it enter my throat, but in a matter of seconds I am forced to pull it out. I splutter and gag, dripping saliva all over Michael's cock and pubes. I try again, and fail to make any real progress. Maybe his cock is just too big for me, or maybe I need more practice. Irrespective of my failings, Michael quickly shoots his morning load in my mouth. I seal my lips around his cock and keep drawing on it until he is finished. When I think I have it all, I tip my head back and blatantly swallow the gooey seed. I wish it tasted really nice, but it doesn't. It isn't awful though, and if it makes everyone else so happy I don't mind swallowing it. I know it isn't bad for me.

After thoroughly cleaning Michael's spent, shrinking, cock, I roll off, turn around and cuddle in beside him. I throw an arm across his hairy chest and enjoy the feel of his skin against my erect nipples. Looking down I see his erection has been satisfied. I love you, is what I imagine myself saying to my lover. I love you, is his reply.

“I never could have imagined you, Kylie O'Brien, would sleep on my floor and suck my dick every morning.”

I look down and let my hair fall over my flushed face. That was the name my mother called me, the name proud teachers sung out when handing out achievement awards. It didn't seem right to sully such a good name.

“You know you aren't allowed on the furniture unless you are working.”  He breaks my daydream. 

“Yes Sir.” I sigh as I roll off the bed. It is time for me to start breakfast anyway, after I get cleaned up.