Serving a Beautiful Young Domme - Part 2

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Chloe got the part she'd auditioned for. The one where I drove her so she could work on her lines. The one where she rewarded me by letting me buy her lingerie that she could wear for a date later that night.

She worked four days. Each day she let me drive her to set. Each day she let me pick her up when work was over. Each day she let me give her a long massage to help her relax and be refreshed for the next day. She did not permit me to give her an orgasm, nor did she come anywhere near my cock, though that wasn't the slightest bit surprising.

Chloe didn't work on Friday, but she did join the cast and crew for drinks. I wasn't invited, of course. I ended up going out with friends. We went to a comedy show and a bar afterwards and I thought for sure I was going to get lucky with a girl. She was flirty. She was funny. I was flirty. I thought I was funny. We kissed, actually. Then nothing else happened. I asked for her number at the end of the night and she politely declined.

I went home feeling dejected. I rode the elevator alone and wished I was on my knees at Chloe's feet, kissing her shoes as she looked down at me. I'd done that quite a few times during the week and it felt surprisingly good each and every time.

Despite knowing that I should have kept moving, I paused at Chloe's door. I was tempted to knock to see if I could serve her in some way, but I never raised my hand.

I was about to walk away when I heard a moan. A man's moan. Chloe had brought someone home. The moaning continued and I pictured her giving a blowjob, likely in her living room based on the volume of the moaning. I pictured her head bobbing up and down in some actor's lap, his hand in her hair, his head rolled back as he moaned at the pleasure of being blown by a gorgeous young actress.

I would have stayed at the door had there not been a risk of a neighbor seeing me and thinking I was a pervert. I adjourned to my apartment and sat on my couch. I closed my eyes and imagined Chloe on her knees in front of me. I imagined her soft lips around my cock. I imagined my hand in her hair. I rolled my head back and stroked myself through my pants as I moaned.

Then, in an instant, the fantasy changed. I was on my knees in front of Chloe. I was tending to her pussy. She had a fistful of my hair and maintained a tight grip to guide my mouth. She told me that it was a gift to be allowed to eat her pussy, that I should be grateful for the chance to pleasure her with my mouth.

I got up and took a shower. I stroked myself a little and my dick was hard the entire time, but I didn't push it past a bit of masturbation while getting clean.

When I got out I saw I'd received a text. It was from Chloe. She'd asked me to come to her apartment. I texted her back saying I'd been in the shower and then got dressed and hurried down the hall to her place.

She answered the door in a cropped hoodie and a pair of skintight workout shorts. Her feet were bare and her toenails were a lovely shade of red and looked utterly perfect.

"Come in," she said with a smile.

I stepped into her apartment and clasped my hands behind my back as she shut and locked the door. "How was your night?" I asked.

Chloe sauntered towards her living room and leaned against the back of her couch as she stared at me. "I just swallowed the cum of a fairly famous actor," she said. "He's on the show I guest starred on. He'd been flirty all week and he really turned it up tonight at the bar. I knew I could have him in some way if I wanted him, but I hadn't decided until he sidled up to me at the bar and really turned on the charm. He was working hard for it. He wanted me. I've fucked a fair number of guys since I moved to LA, but I haven't been with anyone famous yet."

Chloe beckoned me closer and I moved towards her, though I tried my best not to seem overly excited. I stopped just in front of her and she reached up and rested a hand on my chest. It was a simple gesture, but it made my heart pound.

"I decided I wasn't going to fuck him, though," she said. "Maybe a blowjob will be enough for him, but I think there's a chance he'll want more, and when a man wants more from a woman he's often willing to go to certain lengths to get what he wants. I'd like it if he made a call or two on my behalf, maybe he gets me in a room with a director, maybe he gets me a better agent or manager than the ones I have. Men have done far more in pursuit of pussy."

I couldn't help but be drawn in by her naked ambition. I wanted to serve that ambition in whatever way I could.

"His cock was a little disappointing," she said. "Though he's fairly short, so I suppose that's not entirely surprising. It did make giving him a blowjob easier, though, and I could afford to draw it out because my jaw wasn't getting sore."

"I heard him moaning," I admitted. "I...I stopped by your door on my way to my place. I heard him moaning. I thought you were giving a blowjob. I didn't stay for long, but I did listen for a bit."

She smiled. "You're a little pervert, Milo." Her fingers moved towards my crotch and I thought she might tease me a little, but she stopped just short of my pants. "You know that I'll never, ever suck your dick, right Milo?"

I nodded.

"But you'd like it if I did, right?"

"Yes, of course."

Chloe reached up and ran her index finger over my lips. "Men do love to get their dicks sucked. They seem to like it even more when it's a beautiful girl doing the sucking." She leaned in and I could smell her perfume. "Tell me, Milo, when was the last time you got your dick sucked?"

"Uh...three months, I think. She was...it was a one night thing."

Chloe moaned softly and I felt her breath against my neck. "And did you cum in her mouth, Milo?"

"I did."

"And did she swallow for you?"

"No. She got up and spit it into the sink, actually."

Chloe laughed softly. "Oh, poor Milo. That's never a great sign. If she really wants to impress you, if she really likes you, a girl will swallow for you, especially the first time. My guess is that this girl wasn't all that impressed with you, though I can't blame her."

Chloe was right. That girl - Erica was her name - wasn't all that impressed with me. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have given me a blowjob if she'd been completely sober. Still, it was a good blowjob and I'd gone down on her afterwards. In fact, I gave her two orgasms. I don't remember the night all that clearly, but I'd very much wanted to make her feel good because the blowjob had been the first I'd received in quite some time.

"I swallowed, of course," Chloe said. "I wanted to impress him, after all. I wanted him to remember me, though the fact that I denied him my pussy will probably make me even more memorable. I suspect that he doesn't get denied all that often."

Then, to my great surprise, Chloe kissed me. I wouldn't call it a romantic kiss. In fact, it felt a little like she was invading my mouth with her tongue. She tasted a bit off and I wondered if it was the cum she'd just swallowed or the cock she'd just been sucking on. Either way, it was thrilling to have her tongue in my mouth.

"I called you over because I'd like to cum," she said.

"It would be my pleasure to make you cum."

"I know it would, Milo. It's your pleasure - and privilege - to spend any time with me. It's your pleasure to rub my feet, to do chores around my apartment, to drive me to set, to serve me in any way."

I nodded. "Yes, it is. I love doing all of that for you."

Her smile seemed genuine, as if my eagerness to serve did more than simply make her life a little easier, as if it brought her some measure of genuine happiness.

Chloe removed her workout shorts, turned, and walked around her couch. She dropped down and spread her legs. I stared at her pussy before she beckoned me over with nothing more than a simple movement of her index finger.

"You will start with my feet. You will kiss and lick your way up my legs. You will do so slowly. You will worship me. You will not kiss or lick or touch my pussy without explicit permission."

I walked over and sank to my knees. I looked up at her and said, "Thank you for letting me serve you, Chloe."

"You're welcome, Milo."

I then spent the next hour serving her with my mouth. She came three times and each orgasm was a blissful experience for me. My dick was hard for most of it, which struck me as a testament to her beauty and the pleasure I took in serving her.

I left with quite a bit of precum in my underwear and the taste of pussy on my tongue. Chloe gave me permission to masturbate when I got back to my apartment and I did so vigorously, cumming in just a few minutes and then sinking into a deep and restful sleep.

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"How would you feel about playing a villain?"

I was hand washing some of Chloe's lingerie while she was sitting at her kitchen table painting her toenails. It was a job I'd been assigned, but I'd done a rather poor job so she'd tasked me with something else.

"What sort of villain?"

"A horror movie villain."

She looked up as the brush hung just above her big toe. "I think I could pull off playing the part of a villain. I think I'd enjoy it, too. Why do you ask?"

"I've had a script idea rolling around in my head for a few weeks," I said. "A horror script. It's not exactly revolutionary, but the idea is for it to be a play on those 'final girl' type movies where the innocent, beautiful, virginal ingénue ends up outlasting the killer while everyone else dies. Except, in this case, that innocent ingénue would be the one doing the killing, only it wouldn't be revealed until the final third of the movie."

Chloe smiled. "And are you going to write this script with me in mind, Milo?"

I nodded. "That's the plan."

She sat back. "It would be quite the act of service to write a movie for me. I would be very impressed, assuming it's any good, of course. Do you have anything other than an idea at this point?"

"Well, nostalgia is a powerful thing and I think there's an audience for a summer camp style slasher that has some modern touches and this fun twist on who the killer is. Maybe it's not a final girl thing. Maybe it's her boyfriend that ends up being the final guy, maybe he ends up having to kill her, or maybe there's an extra twist where it turns out that they're both the killers, that they've planned this whole thing, that they kill all the camp counselors and then move on until they do it all again next summer in some other state."

Chloe looked happier than I would have imagined. I hadn't written anything yet, after all. It was just an idea. "Do you like summer camp slasher movies?" she asked.

"I love them. Do you?"

She nodded. "What's your favorite?"

"I love Friday the 13th II. I love the Sleepaway Camp series. I have to admit that I really like Cheerleader Camp, too. What's your favorite?"

Again she looked giddy. "Cheerleader Camp. I was a cheerleader - shocker, I know - and we used to watch that movie all the time. Have you seen The Burning?"

I'll be honest, I was falling a little bit in love with Chloe at that point. I had not taken her for a girl that was into watching horror movies made fifteen to twenty years before she was born.

"Yes, I've seen The Burning. I loved it."

"You know, there's a screening of Cheerleader Camp coming up. One of those rooftop screenings. It's two weeks from now, I believe."

I held my breath as I scrubbed the gusset of a delicate, expensive pair of panties. I wasn't sure, but it seemed like Chloe was on the verge of asking me out on a pseudo-date.

"We should go," she said. "For research purposes."

"I'd love to," I replied.

"Good. Very good. There's just one thing, though."

I prepared myself for a rug pull of some sort.

"You need to have started the script by then," she said. "In fact, you need to have written at least twenty pages. They don't have to be good, but you need to have written them and I need to have read them or I'll go to the screening alone."

"You have a deal."

"Good. Now get back to work. My lingerie isn't going to clean itself."

It's a hell of a thing when you get turned on when a girl orders you to get back to work cleaning her lingerie. I got turned on, though, and I happily cleaned the rest of her lingerie while she finished painting her nails and then moved to the living room to watch a movie. I was not invited to watch the movie with her. In fact, I was dismissed as soon as I finished cleaning her lingerie.

Still, I was scheduled to go on a date - of sorts - with Chloe, and that was more than enough to put me in a very happy place for the next two weeks.

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The air was surprisingly cool as we stepped out onto the rooftop of the Montalban Theater. Chloe was dressed for it, though, in a soft white sweater, jeans, and a pair of leather boots.

The fake grass was a nice touch and the seats – in groups of two and four - were far more spread out than I imagined they'd be, giving it the feel of watching a movie in a park. I carried the popcorn and Chloe had our drinks as we made our way to our seats.

"The pages were good," Chloe said as we sat.

"You read them already?" That was a stupid question because of course she’d read them.

She nodded as I handed her the popcorn. "I did. I read them as soon as I got them. You're a good writer. I guess I shouldn't be surprised by that, but I'll admit I was a little bit surprised."

"Well, thank you." I was surprised at how much it meant to me that she liked the script pages I'd sent her. I then chided myself for getting a little too emotionally invested in my relationship with Chloe. I also knew that I had very little control over how invested I got. I just couldn't help myself.

"I showed them to my manager," she said. "It's still early, of course, but she's confident that if the rest of the script is good that we can get some interest from producers. She agreed with you that there's likely a nostalgic desire for a summer camp slasher, especially if there's something fresh feeling about it."

She hadn't warned me about showing it to her manager, though I had no objection to it. I again found myself impressed by Chloe's ambition.

"I promise, the finished script will be good."

"I believe you, Milo, and if it is, in fact, good, I'll reward you with a handjob. I'll even make out with you while I jerk you off. You'll have to eat your cum out of my hand afterwards, but that seems like a small price to pay for a handjob from a girl like me."

For some reason it struck me as a very small price to pay. I mean, girls eat cum all the time, right?

"It's nice to have something to look forward to, isn't it?" she asked.

I nodded. "It really is."

"I promise, it will be the best handjob of your life and there's at least a chance it will be the best orgasm of your life. I'm very, very good at making men feel good."

"I believe you."

She smiled and laughed softly. Then she reached over and offered the back of her hand. I kissed it. I did so several times, in fact. It was a small, simple thing but it felt lovely to be able to kiss her like that.

The movie began soon after. There were a few trailers for other horror movies they'd been screening in the coming months and then the real fun started. The movie was just as silly and fun as I remembered it being, though watching it while actively writing a summer camp slasher made for a different experience. I was pulling ideas, thinking of ways I wanted my script to be a lot different, and wondering how much it would cost to make a movie with great practical special effects.

"I forgot how much I love that movie," Chloe said as we strolled through the parking garage afterwards.

"I know, right? It's so funny and silly and fun, and the kills are pretty good, too."

I pulled out my keys to unlock the car and headed for the passenger side. I'd taken to opening the door for Chloe whenever I drove her anywhere and it always put a smile on her face.

This time, though, she didn't get in right away. Instead, she pulled me close and we shared a slow, deep, remarkably beautiful kiss. It was the first time she'd kissed me in that manner. It felt like the sort of kiss you have after an actual date with someone you really like.

"Wow," I said. "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome, Milo." She grabbed my cock through my jeans and squeezed it hard. "I like that a kiss is enough to make your dick stiff for me."

She stroked me just a little.

"You're a pretty good kisser, too," she added. "Good enough that I got turned on there and now I'd like to cum."

"I'll make you cum."

"You're sweet, but I want something more than I'm willing to let you do. I want to get fucked, Milo. I want a hard, gorgeous body on top of mine and a hard cock inside me. I want to have a little extra fun, though. Would you be up for that?"

"I'm up for anything."

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Chloe's idea of a little extra fun was rather scary for me. I figured she'd have me visit her after she got fucked to eat her pussy. That was not part of her plan, though. Instead, we went into her apartment. She stripped me to my underwear and brought me to her bedroom. She then pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Next she put on the same sleep mask she'd blindfolded me with a few weeks prior. After that she put a small black ball gag - I had no idea she even owned one - in my mouth and affixed it behind my head.

"On your knees," Chloe said once I was thoroughly bound and gagged. I did as I was told. "Now get under the bed."

I wanted to protest or ask her what she was talking about, but I was gagged and couldn't utter a single word.

"You're going to lie facedown under my bed while I get fucked, Milo. You're going to remain silent while you're under there. Your presence will prove exciting for me, which is why you're going to do what I say without hesitation or argument. You'll be under there for quite some time, too, as the guy I've invited over has a great deal of stamina and tends to fuck me more than once."

She said nothing more so I did what she wanted. I carefully got on my stomach and inched my way under her bed. It was a great deal more difficult than you might imagine given that my hands were cuffed behind my back, but I managed it.

I had no sense of time while I was under her bed and Chloe didn't really interact with me, either. Eventually, the guy showed up. He told Chloe that she looked "super fucking hot" and then they came into the bedroom.

I heard kissing. I heard moaning. I heard fingering - based on the wetness, at least - and I'm pretty sure I heard some dick stroking. The guy's voice didn't sound especially familiar so I ruled out it being the famous actor from the TV show. It could have been anyone, though, as a girl like Chloe has no shortage of suitors to choose from when she's in the mood to get fucked.

"Your dick is so big," Chloe said at one point. "And so fucking hard."

"Hard for you. Hard for your mouth." He was not terribly subtle, but it worked as the sound of a blowjob soon filled Chloe's bedroom.

I was hard, in case you were wondering. That might seem insane given that I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded under her bed, but I was hard as a rock. I was jealous, too, but not as badly as you might imagine. I mean, Chloe is way out of my league.

"Fuck, you're so fucking good at that," the guy said. "Jesus, Chloe...I swear, I have never gotten my dick sucked like you suck it."

There was an audible pop as his cock left her mouth. "Yeah? I'm a good cocksucker?"

He moaned and the sound of a blowjob soon resumed. I was fairly certain the guy was so awash in pleasure that he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

"Will you fuck me?" she asked. "Will you pound my tight little pussy that way it needs to be pounded?"

"Fuck yes I will."

I listened as a condom wrapper was torn open. They shifted in the bed. Based on the sounds that followed, Chloe had moved to her back and was getting fucked missionary style. The guy was definitely pounding her, too. It was like he was trying to break her bed. It was actually a little scary to lie beneath the bed as it all unfolded, but everything held up.

As Chloe had said he would, the guy fucked her twice. There wasn't much time between each round, though, and I was hard throughout. I kept picturing the sex. I could see Chloe getting fucked and it was beautiful. Plus, she's quite the vocal lover, spewing all sorts of wondrous dirty talk about how good his dick felt, about how deep he was inside her, about how badly she wanted her tight little pussy to make his cock feel good.

He left soon after his second orgasm. Chloe had cum at least half a dozen times, if not more. She walked him out, returned to her bedroom, and crawled into the bed and said nothing at all.

I panicked. I made noise. I tried to wriggle out from under the bed. Chloe shushed me at one point and told me that she would let me out from under her bed when she was ready.

I'm not sure how much time passed before she was ready, but she did eventually order me to crawl out from under the bed. Once I'd done so, Chloe directed me to my back on the mattress, which was a welcome change from the floor.

She removed the ball gag and wiped some of the saliva from my chin. She ran her finger over my lips and then probed my mouth.

"Keep your mouth open," she said after removing her fingers.

I did so right up until something unexpected touched my lips. I closed them tight and Chloe slapped my dick hard enough that I rolled onto my side in pain.

"Keep your mouth open," she reiterated.

I rolled onto my back and opened my mouth. This time, I kept it open as she lowered something onto my tongue. At first was confused. Then I figured out that it was a used condom she'd put in my mouth. I had, in a way, another man's load on my tongue. I could feel the warmth of the cum through the latex. It seemed like a big load, though I couldn't see a damn thing so I had no real way of knowing.

"I'm going to feed you, Milo," she said softly. "And you're going to eat everything I feed you."

I shook my head. I was rewarded with another hard slap on my dick, which was still hard in my underwear.

"Yes, Milo. You're going to eat his cum because, as it turns out, I'm really fucking turned on at the idea of feeding you cum, especially another man's cum. Think of it as an act of service. You're going to eat his cum to make me happy. To make me very, very happy."

She then pulled the condom from my mouth. The reprieve was very brief, though, as the other end of it - the open end that the cum would pour out of - was soon between my lips.

"Get ready," she said.

I wasn't ready. How could I be ready for something like that?

It didn't matter. Soon enough there was cum in my mouth. Another man's cum. Another man's hot cum. There was so much of it. More followed, too, as Chloe seemed to empty the entirety of the condom.

"Now swallow," she said. "Swallow his cum. Swallow his load. Swallow the hot, thick cum that my pussy extracted from his gorgeous cock."

I swallowed and I heard a guttural sound of pleasure emerge from Chloe's throat. It was nearly enough to make the act of swallowing someone else's seed feel worthwhile. Not quite, but nearly.

"Very good," she said. "Just one more to go."

My stomach churned at the idea of swallowing another load. Chloe left the bedroom. She returned soon after. The open end of the second condom was placed in my mouth. Chloe emptied it soon after.

"Swallow," she said. "Swallow his fucking load. Fuck...swallow it like a fucking cum whore."

I swallowed. Then I heard Chloe masturbating. The sound of her wetness was crystal clear. She crawled into the bed. She sat on my face.

"Eat me," she said. "Eat my pussy. Make me cum."

I ate her pussy. I made her cum. Pleasure swirled through my body. It was beyond thrilling to get to lick her like that, to get to pleasure her, to be the last man of the evening to get her off.

When she was finished, Chloe climbed off my face and left the room. She returned soon after to take off the sleep mask and uncuff my hands. She helped me up and I got dressed before Chloe led me to her door.

"Take these," she said while pressing a pair of her panties into my hands. "Feel free to do as you like with them. Sniff them. Jerk off into them. Wear them. I don't give a fuck. Consider them a gift, though. A token of my appreciation."

"Thank you for letting me serve you tonight," I said.

She smiled. "Are you grateful that I let you swallow a superior man's cum for my pleasure?"

My dick throbbed. "Yes, I am. Thank you for letting me turn you on in that way, for feeding me his...for feeding me a superior man's cum." It was such a turn on to utter those words, which is so humiliating.

"You're welcome, Milo."

Chloe kissed me on the cheek, opened her door, and ushered me out.

I went back to my apartment, stripped, and jerked off into her panties. I thought about her feeding me the other guy's cum. It turned me on. It was fucked up and humiliating, but it turned me on and I'm pretty sure that cumming while I thought about it only served to ensure that it would turn me on even more the next time.

The next day I worked furiously on the script. I wanted to get the first draft done. I wanted to make Chloe happy. I wanted to get that handjob, too. I mean, of course I wanted that handjob.

It was good when I got it, too. Really good. That's a story for another time, though. I'll be back soon enough.