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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 28
"Good Girl."
I've spent the last month living with a man I don't really know, thanks to a church that helped me get back on my feet when my life fell apart. Without going into too much detail, the night I was introduced to Mr. I had a black eye courtesy of my now ex-boyfriend. The arrangement was I would stay with Mr. for two weeks, then they would help me transition to something else.
Mr. is a widower, and from what I could tell close to 40 and had done well enough for himself, a modest newer house with four bedrooms, two baths, a pretty big property, and was secluded enough I felt safe knowing no one would find me easily. Mr. really only had one rule, and that was not to tell anyone where I was, but that I was safe. He also asked that he keep my phone. It didn't matter, the service was cut off anyway.
Within a day I had explored the entire house, even found the clothes from his wife that he had left perfectly hung up in their bedroom (which he didn't sleep in) on the second floor. Her clothes fit me perfectly, and of course he found me trying them on. He did not see me naked or anything, but he did comment that the green dress he found me zipping up when he walked in "looked good on me." He then told me to come downstairs for dinner, and to wear the dress.
I made a decision that surprised me that night at dinner, but I don't regret at all. We were talking, laughing, and having a pretty good time. I laid my hand on top of his at the table, and made my offer. "For $1000 you can have me for the next week and a half, any way you want." I was shocked at what I just said, but I went with it. I NEEDED the money so I could get to my sister's place, and I didn't have a job - we were also too far out in the country for me to commute, especially since I didn't have a car. He stared at me for a long time, and said alright.
That night I slept in his bed, nothing happened other than some spooning and cuddling. It was nice to feel his warmth and just be held. I kept thinking he would take me that night, but he didn't, though he did smell my hair and neck several times, deeply inhaling. After that, I slept in his bed every night.
The next day he told me to meet him at his work for lunch, leaving me keys for his spare small pickup truck. He had me make lunch to bring, which I tried my best but I'm sure was terrible. He also laid out an outfit for me - jeans and a tight white tee shirt that both fit me perfectly and hugged my curves perfectly. He has a good eye. Again, nothing happened, but we ate lunch in his car.
That night, he had me dress to go out for dinner - a slinky short dress with no panties. At dinner nothing happened but he gently touched my thigh a couple of times and once put his hand on the back of my neck. I left the restaurant soaking wet, which really surprised me. In the car, he finally made his move and he ate my soaking pussy, even licking up the girl juice that had run down my leg just a bit. Afterwards, he called me a "Good Girl" and said to grow out my pubic hair - that real women were hairy. So I did.
The next day he again had me meet him at work for lunch - I sucked his beautiful cock in the parking lot with his hand on the back of my head. Again, he laid out a great outfit for me, a sundress (no panties). He had me masturbate after he came in my mouth and told me to swallow. When I did he said "Good Girl." I came with him watching.
That weekend I was fucked anally for the very first time and it hurt. I sobbed and yelled but begged him to keep going, his slow strokes against my tightened asshole were excruciating but I was determined to finish. He finished in my ass, then held me close while I cried for nearly an hour against his chest. Again, he called me "Good Girl." That Sunday, we went to church.
As week two came to an end, we had gone out for dinners and dates in a few locations, always with no panties and me ending up soaked. And he'd drive us somewhere and without saying a word once parked he would eat my soaking pussy. I only came once, but I still loved that he did it, especially since my hair was growing back in. That seemed to make him take more time with it, he would rub his face against my mound and smell me. And of course he still dressed me, though it became an outfit for the morning and the evening. And I made him lunch every day and met him, usually resulting in me sucking his cock and masturbating.
The people from the church came to check on me, and I pulled the lady aside and asked if I could stay longer, that I felt really safe with Mr. and needed more time. So they all agreed that two more weeks would be fine, especially since I was looking so healthy. The Lord was taking care of me, she said.
He gave me $1000 for the next two weeks, and our arrangement continued. I didn't ask for the money, I honestly might have let him keep treating me like a doll. I don't know. When the month ended, the church helped me contact with my sister in another state and had the resources to get to her, so I moved on.
But I can't stop thinking about him. I haven't shaved my mound and it's been a week. He allowed me to take some clothes, my personal favorites from what he laid out for me. I went out for dinner with my sister and instinctively took off my panties as I was getting ready. When I caught myself doing it, all I could do was say out loud "what the hell?" And I went to dinner with my sister and her family without underwear. And I got a little wet thinking how I wish I was at dinner with him, but it wasn't the same.
I have to go back to my Mr., but I'm afraid I'll get there and another woman will be in my place, being his doll, his "Good Girl." That thought comes at night and makes me cry, frustrated and angry, while I touch myself. I miss the way he touched my face, the way he held me and smelled my hair and neck, the care he took to lay out clothes for me, or put on necklaces and zip up dresses, or even secure shoe straps. He's always touch my calf when he did that, and it was so minor but I loved it. The way he ate me, the way he teased me at dinners. The way he looked at me, the way he said "Good Girl" that made me feel warm.
God, what did this man do to me?
Mr. is a widower, and from what I could tell close to 40 and had done well enough for himself, a modest newer house with four bedrooms, two baths, a pretty big property, and was secluded enough I felt safe knowing no one would find me easily. Mr. really only had one rule, and that was not to tell anyone where I was, but that I was safe. He also asked that he keep my phone. It didn't matter, the service was cut off anyway.
Within a day I had explored the entire house, even found the clothes from his wife that he had left perfectly hung up in their bedroom (which he didn't sleep in) on the second floor. Her clothes fit me perfectly, and of course he found me trying them on. He did not see me naked or anything, but he did comment that the green dress he found me zipping up when he walked in "looked good on me." He then told me to come downstairs for dinner, and to wear the dress.
I made a decision that surprised me that night at dinner, but I don't regret at all. We were talking, laughing, and having a pretty good time. I laid my hand on top of his at the table, and made my offer. "For $1000 you can have me for the next week and a half, any way you want." I was shocked at what I just said, but I went with it. I NEEDED the money so I could get to my sister's place, and I didn't have a job - we were also too far out in the country for me to commute, especially since I didn't have a car. He stared at me for a long time, and said alright.
That night I slept in his bed, nothing happened other than some spooning and cuddling. It was nice to feel his warmth and just be held. I kept thinking he would take me that night, but he didn't, though he did smell my hair and neck several times, deeply inhaling. After that, I slept in his bed every night.
The next day he told me to meet him at his work for lunch, leaving me keys for his spare small pickup truck. He had me make lunch to bring, which I tried my best but I'm sure was terrible. He also laid out an outfit for me - jeans and a tight white tee shirt that both fit me perfectly and hugged my curves perfectly. He has a good eye. Again, nothing happened, but we ate lunch in his car.
That night, he had me dress to go out for dinner - a slinky short dress with no panties. At dinner nothing happened but he gently touched my thigh a couple of times and once put his hand on the back of my neck. I left the restaurant soaking wet, which really surprised me. In the car, he finally made his move and he ate my soaking pussy, even licking up the girl juice that had run down my leg just a bit. Afterwards, he called me a "Good Girl" and said to grow out my pubic hair - that real women were hairy. So I did.
The next day he again had me meet him at work for lunch - I sucked his beautiful cock in the parking lot with his hand on the back of my head. Again, he laid out a great outfit for me, a sundress (no panties). He had me masturbate after he came in my mouth and told me to swallow. When I did he said "Good Girl." I came with him watching.
That weekend I was fucked anally for the very first time and it hurt. I sobbed and yelled but begged him to keep going, his slow strokes against my tightened asshole were excruciating but I was determined to finish. He finished in my ass, then held me close while I cried for nearly an hour against his chest. Again, he called me "Good Girl." That Sunday, we went to church.
As week two came to an end, we had gone out for dinners and dates in a few locations, always with no panties and me ending up soaked. And he'd drive us somewhere and without saying a word once parked he would eat my soaking pussy. I only came once, but I still loved that he did it, especially since my hair was growing back in. That seemed to make him take more time with it, he would rub his face against my mound and smell me. And of course he still dressed me, though it became an outfit for the morning and the evening. And I made him lunch every day and met him, usually resulting in me sucking his cock and masturbating.
The people from the church came to check on me, and I pulled the lady aside and asked if I could stay longer, that I felt really safe with Mr. and needed more time. So they all agreed that two more weeks would be fine, especially since I was looking so healthy. The Lord was taking care of me, she said.
He gave me $1000 for the next two weeks, and our arrangement continued. I didn't ask for the money, I honestly might have let him keep treating me like a doll. I don't know. When the month ended, the church helped me contact with my sister in another state and had the resources to get to her, so I moved on.
But I can't stop thinking about him. I haven't shaved my mound and it's been a week. He allowed me to take some clothes, my personal favorites from what he laid out for me. I went out for dinner with my sister and instinctively took off my panties as I was getting ready. When I caught myself doing it, all I could do was say out loud "what the hell?" And I went to dinner with my sister and her family without underwear. And I got a little wet thinking how I wish I was at dinner with him, but it wasn't the same.
I have to go back to my Mr., but I'm afraid I'll get there and another woman will be in my place, being his doll, his "Good Girl." That thought comes at night and makes me cry, frustrated and angry, while I touch myself. I miss the way he touched my face, the way he held me and smelled my hair and neck, the care he took to lay out clothes for me, or put on necklaces and zip up dresses, or even secure shoe straps. He's always touch my calf when he did that, and it was so minor but I loved it. The way he ate me, the way he teased me at dinners. The way he looked at me, the way he said "Good Girl" that made me feel warm.
God, what did this man do to me?
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