I made my dad's friend my cashbitch
My name is Nicole. Rumor has it that I look like an angel, though I’m not like one. I’m way more naughty, if you ask me or anyone that knows me…
But yeah, I’m stunning. It’s not surprising that everyone and anyone could fall for me. Men, women… And that poor little boys that I don’t even know how to call. Just walking dicks that are eager to find a woman to worship, give everything they own, and to whom admit they’re nothing but scum. They like it. No, they NEED it.
I’ve always known that I’m someone that deserves to be worshiped as the goddess I am. Those silly girls know nothing about life. They just want to be fucked by some dude and please him. They’re stupid; how can’t they not realize that we are the ones that should be in charge?
Lowkey, I’ve searched for a “man” that is not dumb enough to think for a minute that he is the one that should be giving orders. At my age, it’s hard. Most of those walking dicks in their twenties are too busy dreaming about getting some testosterone to realize they need to serve to be happy. All of those so called men realize that at the end, but sometimes after suffering for years without end and being unable to fully satisfy their needs.
One day, one of my father friend’s came to visit him. The case is, there wasn’t anyone home… But me. His name is Adam, and to be honest he is really attractive. He always wears suits. I like suits. They turn me on.
I’ve always thought there’s something odd about him. Something on the way he treats women; it isn’t the normal amount of respect. He gets really nervous when a woman walks in the room, but I didn’t pay much attention to that till that day. Silly me, how could I not realize how much he needed to give me the world in return for me letting him worship me?
“Are you cold, Adam?” I asked him, smiling at him. We’ve been sitting in the kitchen for about five minutes, and he hadn’t look at me, but he was shaking.
When I told him no one was home, I invited him in [more like ordered him to come in]. He just walked behind me obediently, without even asking if his friend would arrive soon, just obeying. I don’t think he didn’t even care about how much my dad would be pissed off if he knew he accepted the invitation knowing that I was the only one there.That’s when everything made sense.
When I asked him the question, he blushed. That made me smile. I realize that I was in front of my first opportunity. I wouldn’t lose anything if I tried. I was sure that he was going to like it and, even if he told my dad… Of course he wouldn’t believe him. He sure could perceive that Adam wasn’t a real man.
“No, I’m not...”
“Really? ‘Cause you’re shaking”. I answered him, getting closer. “If you aren’t, then you should take your coat off.”
I was surprised, but mostly pleased, when he didn’t hesitate at doing as I told him to do.
“Look at me in the eyes. It’s rude to look at the floor when you’re spoken to.” Just as I knew he would, he did. I smiled, and got a little bit closer. “That’s it. Was it that hard?” It was almost surreal how that grown and elegant man acted in front of me, the daughter of one of his friends. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes… I mean, no.” He was clearly nervous.
I rubbed my shoulder, turning around.
“Be good and give me a quick massage, would you, Adam?” He didn’t respond, but I smiled when he started doing it. He was very gentle, almost as if was an honour for him to touch me. My pussy started to wet, and when I turned around I realized he was too caught up in the moment to realize he was getting a boner. “Good job. But now I want you to hand me a glass of water.”
I sat on the worktop, watching him doing as I told him. Luckily, he had been there enough times to know where to get what I wanted. Luckily for him, ‘cause I wouldn’t have tolerated delays.
After I finished my water, I smiled at him. He got closer, and I’m sure he would’ve kissed me if I wouldn’t have slapped him across his face. HOW DARE HIM TRYING TO TOUCH ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?
He touched his face and looked at me, but there was no anger in his eyes. Just… Humiliation and neediness. I had to make an effort not to smile. He was mine.
“You will only touch me when I give permission to, Adam.” He just nodded, ashamed for his insolence. “Now, I am going to order some sushi and you’ll pay for that, got it?” Again, just nodded, but his visible bonner was the answer I needed. Well, we has way more submissive that what I thought. “Give me your wallet.”
He did it such in a hurry that his wallet almost fell to the floor. I took a look inside and, without hesitation, I took all the cash. The sole image of his now empty wallet, made me soaking wet. And when I gave it back to him, I realized he was harder than ever. Oh, he would like being my cashbitch. “Great... Now I’ll go watch some T.V while you rub my feet.”
And he did… Oh, and he did many more things that soon I’ll write down for you. I took everything away from him, just as he deserved. But he liked it. He loved worshiping me.
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