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Subject: {ASSM} Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, oral) Part 4 of 5
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Here is part 4. I'll post the final part tomorrow.
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Rod
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Turnabout (F/M, Fdom, oral) Part 4 of 5
Chapter Seven
Liz woke Saturday morning stiff and sore. The bearskin rug might be
good for a romantic fuck, but it was hell to sleep on. Disengaging
herself from Trevor she stretched on her way to the bathroom. She
splashed water on her face after her morning absolutions and headed to
the kitchen in search of coffee. She flicked the light on and just as
quickly flicked it off. All the white tile and chrome painful to the
eyes this early in the morning. With just the light from the hallway
she searched the cabinets for the components necessary for coffee.
Trevor had a lot to learn, she found preground store brand coffee in
the refrigerator and a moldy paper filter in the drip machine basket.
As the coffee brewed (could you really call it coffee?), Liz set about
cleaning up the dinner dishes. She didn't even bother to sniff the
milk, pouring it down the drain as soon as she saw the expiration date
on the carton.
A cup of the vile caffeine laced liquid in hand she returned to the
den. Trevor had rolled over after she had gotten up and his morning
wood was sticking straight up. Liz sat on the sofa watching him sleep
as she drank her coffee. His eyes fluttered and opened, a look of pain
crossing his face. Trevor stretched and looked over at Liz sitting on
the sofa.
"How long have you been sitting there watching me?" he asked smiling.
"Only a few minutes. You looked so peaceful sleeping like that, it was
cute." she replied.
"Next time remind me to carry you to the bed afterwards. This rug is
not made for sleeping." he said, sitting up and working the kinks out.
"Do I smell coffee?"
"If that's what you want to call this." Liz replied, holding the cup
out for him.
Trevor took one sip and made a face, "And you teased me about not
being able to cook. You can't even make coffee."
"Hold on one second there Mister." she replied indignantly, "You have
store brand coffee and a filthy moldy coffee maker and you're blaming
me." she let out a huff, "I was going to give you a nice little blowjob
to get the morning started. Now I think I'll just let you bath me, then
take me to breakfast."
"I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to insult you." he replied,
crawling over to kiss her knees.
"Apology accepted for now." she said.
Liz let her legs spread as he kissed his way up her thighs. She loved
the feel of his lips and tongue on her body. Never before had a
boyfriend been so eager to use his mouth for her pleasure. Humph, never
before had a boyfriend been so eager to please her, period. Trevor blew
a soft breath onto her moist pussy, chilling her and sending goose
bumps up her body. His tongue traced along her slit, flicking lightly
over her clit when he reached the apex of her sex. He placed wet slurpy
kisses on her pussy working his way back down to the entrance of her
womanhood. Having learned what gave Liz the most pleasure, he lapped at
her labia, slowly working his tongue deeper into her body. Trevor let
his hand slide up to tease her clit as his tongue dove repeatedly into
her vulva. Liz let out a moan and shivered, holding Trevor's face to
her as she orgasmed.
Trevor brought his face away from her pussy after dutifully licking up
the excess moisture. Liz pulled him up to her face and gave him a long
kiss, loving the taste of her own juices on his tongue. Trevor started
to guide his cock to her pussy, but she pushed him away. A look of
disappointment crossed his face until Liz slipped off the sofa to kneel
before him. He almost protested that his Mistress should not be
kneeling on the floor. That thought passed quickly as Liz took the tip
of his turgid member into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the
head, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Lowering her head she
felt his cock hit the back of her throat. Bobbing her head on the shaft
she brought one hand to his testicles, playing with his nuts as she
sucked. When Trevor began pumping his hips she grabbed his pillar with
her free hand to control his thrusts. Not wanting it to end too soon,
Liz let him slip from her mouth, kissing the underside and continuing
to play with his balls.
"Please Liz, suck it some more." he begged.
"Please who, slave?" Liz replied, giving his nuts a playful squeeze.
"I'm sorry Mistress. Do with me as you wish."
Liz lowered her mouth back to his cock, teasing the head with her
lips. Trevor had never stopped moving his hips and Liz allowed him to
fuck the tip in and out of her mouth. She felt his dick spasm and
lowered her head all the way down as his cum hit the back of her
throat. Liz swallowed the fluid and sucked the remaining liquid from
his cock.
Liz crawled back onto the sofa, pressing her mouth to Trevor's in a
passionate kiss. Liz lowered her head to his shoulder after breaking
the kiss.
"Shower first or shall we go get breakfast?" he asked.
"A quick shower first, I think." she replied, "Then we can go shopping
and you can buy some decent food. Lord knows you have enough kitchen
gear to open a restaurant."
Trevor chuckled, "Yeah, if only I knew how to use half of it."
Liz looked at him, shaking her head, "God I don't have a third of what
you have and I can fix a five course meal no sweat. I guess lessons in
cooking and giving massages is on the agenda for today."
Picking up her clothes Liz headed for the large shower in the Master
Bathroom. Trevor followed, depositing his cummerbund and tie on the
dresser before joining Liz in the shower. Liz was careful not to get
her hair wet and keep Trevor on track for breakfast. Her stomach
growling loud enough to be heard over the sound of the shower.
Chapter Eight
Hand in hand they walked into Bob's Diner. The place was nearly empty
this early on Saturday morning and they chose the same booth they had
eaten in on Thursday. Their waitress, Suzie something or other was
entirely too chipper for this early. Especially without having had any
decent coffee. Suzie soon remedied that, leaving two steaming cups of
the hot black elixir before them. Trevor watched the woman walk away
with a smile on his lips.
"You know I used to come in here just to see Suzie in her short
skirts." he said, looking at Liz, "Now she just doesn't do anything for
me."
"Come on Trevor we've been together not even two whole days. Don't
start thinking this is forever yet."
"Why? I've never been happier than when I'm with you." he replied,
"Even when you punish me I'm satisfied."
"Have you ever had a real relationship with anyone?" Liz asked.
"Doris Wycoff. She was in my Freshman English Lit class at the
university. We started dating and things soon progressed to sex. It was
nothing like what you've put me through the last two days." he said,
"Anyway I thought it was love. I found out that she was sleeping with a
couple of football players and when I confronted her she laughed and
called me a silly boy. She then went on to explain that my only
function was to tutor her and sex was payment." Trevor looked down for
a couple of seconds before continuing, "I haven't been with anyone else
since. That was two years ago and much to my father's dismay I dropped
out of school soon after that."
"But you're working at his bank?" she asked, "He at least gave you a
job."
"Oh yeah. It's a good job too. I've never had any problems with math,
someday I may actually get promoted to Branch Manager, but that's as
far as I'll go." he explained, "I went back to school last year and
only have three more classes at the local Community College for my
Associates Degree. I should be able to pass my CPA within the next year
or so and then I can make some real money on my own. So what are you
going to teach me first? Cooking or massage."
"Oooh I could use a nice massage." Suzie said, bringing their
breakfasts and more coffee.
"I'll let you know when he's ready to practice on someone else." Liz
said, "He should be ready in, oh, say about ten years."
"Sorry, he just looks so strong and yet tender I couldn't help
myself." Suzie replied, "Is there anything else I can get you?"
"Some Blackberry jam would be nice." Trevor said.
"Sure thing. I'll be right back." Suzie replied, Liz missed the wink
she gave Trevor.
They spent the rest of breakfast talking about favorite foods and how
to get the best of the crop.
"I may not be wealthy but I like good food and you have to buy quality
food to get good food." Liz explained to Trevor once they arrived at
the grocery store.
Liz loaded the cart up with staples, sugar, salt, flour and a variety
of spices. When he picked up a can of store brand coffee she reminded
him of the vile liquid from the morning.
"But I always buy this brand. It's what my mom buys."
"Well Sweetheart your mom buys crap." Liz said, kissing him quickly,
"Let me do the shopping, you just take notes. Ok?"
"Yeah sure." Trevor said, obviously not happy about the 'mom buys
crap' comment.
"What about meat and vegetables?" he asked as Liz headed for the
checkout.
"There's a good meat market down the block, they know me. The Farmer's
Market is open and will have much better vegi's than these." Liz
explained.
"Ok, so what about coffee?"
"Jeff at the Farmer's Market does fresh roasted coffee. As well as
Helen and her breads, you really need to get out more." Liz replied
with a smile.
Trevor was confused by the sights and smells of the Farmer's Market.
Jeff set them up with a half pound of his finest French Roast, giving
them a small sample that tasted heavenly. Fresh Bread, so crunchy on
the outside and the taste beyond anything he had ever experienced. Even
the most expensive bakery couldn't compare. Liz loaded Trevor down with
a selection of fruits and vegi's, bread, cheese, coffee and a large
bouquet of fresh flowers. She also picked up some scented oil, a
surprise for her lover. Trevor loaded the goods into the Hummer and
followed Liz's directions to the meat market. There she introduced him
to Pete the butcher, who helped them pick out some veal for tonight's
dinner and a few slices of Parma Ham for their lunch. Liz just smiled
when Trevor asked if that would be enough ham for lunch, he had
declined tasting it. Liz had Trevor stop at her apartment so she could
pack a couple of changes of clothes then they headed back to his place.
Trevor was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Lunch consisted of
bread, some cheese, a selection of melons and delicate slices of Parma.
All this washed down with a bottle of Australian Zinfandel that Liz
found in the fridge. After lunch Liz instructed him to clean the
kitchen and then come into the livingroom. Trevor quickly washed the
dishes and cleaned the counter off.
End Part Four
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