Lush Letter
When Friday came, Lisa showered, put on makeup, and dressed, without bra or panties, in a mid-length skirt, a peasant blouse, and sandals. Feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty, she drove to Dan's house, which proved to be a southwest ranch-style house in the Corta Bella neighborhood. She double-checked that she had the right address, parked in the driveway, picked up Dan's copy of the inspection card, walked to the front door, and rang the doorbell right at 6:30. The door opened, and she saw Dan inside. He was wearing a Carhart rugby shirt, worn blue jeans, and cowboy boots. Dan motioned her inside, saying "Come on in, cunt."
"Thank you sir," Lisa replied, "I am so glad to be here." She looked around the entry hall. A pair of well-worn armchairs were placed next to a rustic wooden table. A set of shelves held some photos, mostly of hunting and fishing, and a few trophies. Next to that stood a grandfather clock.
"You have something for me?" Dan asked.
"Of course. Right here," Lisa said, handing him the inspection card.
Dan looked it over, glanced back at Lisa, and put the card face up on a table. "You and I are going to take some time this evening to make our relationship clear," he said. Dan went to a clothes closet, retrieved a leash, and snapped it onto Lisa's necklace. "First, take off those clothes," he said. Knowing that Dan had already seen her nude photos, Lisa slipped out of her sandals and quickly shed her blouse and skirt while Dan held onto the leash. He put Lisa's clothes in the closet, then turned to look at her. "Very nice tits," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
He gave each tit a couple of squeezes, then ran his hand over her ass. Lisa leaned up against him and, overwhelmed with the sensation that her meditation's visualization had come true, kissed him on the lips. Dan returned the kiss, patted her rear, and said "Let's do a little tour of the house," leading her out of the entryway. "This is the living room. Stay off the furniture."
"Right, sir. Stay off the furniture."
They moved through the dining room into the kitchen. Dan opened the refrigerator. "Here's where the beer is. Always serve in a tall glass from the cabinet to the left. No more than one inch of foam."
"Yes, sir. Got it."
"There's sandwich stuff in there, too." He pulled her leash as he moved back through the dining room and into a corridor. He turned right through a door. "This is the main bedroom. You can be on the bed but not on any of the chairs." Not waiting for a reply, he moved Lisa to the other side of the room and gestured to the bathroom. "If you need to go, always leave the door open. You are not entitled to privacy here."
"Understood, sir," said Lisa, who did her best to hide her discomfort.
Dan opened sliding glass doors that led to the back yard. As he led Lisa into the yard, she could see an amazing swimming pool, with a cascading water feature, and an adjacent jacuzzi, all surrounded by desert landscaping. There was a wooden privacy fence around the yard, but Lisa could see the neighbors' roofs and the tops of some of their windows.
"Sir, aren't you concerned that we might be seen here?" she asked.
"Not at all, cunt. I kind of expect that the neighbors would enjoy getting to see you. And, after all, the role of a Buttondale girl is to please others. So just do what I tell you, and don't worry about what anyone else might think."
"Yes, sir."
"In fact, you just stay there for a sec." Dan put the handle of Lisa's leash in her mouth and walked back into the house, leaving her there.
Lisa, who hadn't been entirely reassured by Dan's explanation, glanced around anxiously. She didn't see anyone looking over the fence, and she couldn't see into the windows, which had the sunblock coating so common in the Phoenix area. She hunched her shoulders to make her breasts less prominent but couldn't figure out what to do about her ass. If she tried to make her pussy less exposed her rear would stick out more, and if she pushed her rear forward she would be presenting more of her pussy. Eventually, she opted for a neutral posture, figuring that there was nothing she could do that would make her significantly less exposed. She stood there, studying the water flowing over the rocks into the pool.
Dan came back into the yard, putting his cellphone in his pocket. He took the leash from Lisa's mouth and led her back into the house. From the bedroom, they went back up the corridor and turned right into a den that had a large-screen television, a couple of recliners, a table, and other man-cave furnishings. Dan put the handle of the leash back in Lisa's mouth, sank into a recliner, and said "Beer, cunt." As Lisa headed for the kitchen, Dan tuned to a baseball game.
Lisa opened the fridge, pulled out a bottle of Shiner Bock, found a tall glass in the cabinet, twisted the cap off the beer, and carefully poured it into the glass. It took her a moment to find the trash can. She disposed of the bottle and cap, grabbed the glass of beer, and returned to the den. "Here you are, sir," she said through the leash in her mouth, handing him the glass.
Dan looked at the glass of beer and took a long sip. "Give me your leash. Good. Now sit down on the floor here next to me. No, the other way, facing toward me. Better. Now scooch forward. Right there."
This left Lisa sitting on the floor next to the recliner, facing away from the television, her face about eighteen inches below and back from Dan's. As Dan watched the game and sipped his beer, he absently mindedly fondled her tits. Lisa pushed her chest forward to make it easier for him. Occasionally Dan would play with a nipple or reach down to her pussy. Lisa spread her legs and tilted her hips to provide better access. Attuned to Dan's touches but bored because she couldn't see the television, Lisa squirmed a little in hopes that Dan would do more with her. "Relax, cunt," he said.
At one point, Dan got up to pee, leaving Lisa there. He returned, sat back in the recliner, and continued watching the game. She was happy when the game ended. Dan clicked off the television, stood up, and said, "So now let's have some fun, cunt." He tugged on the leash to tell Lisa to get up. When she was on her feet, he led her to the bedroom and sat on the foot of the bed. "Kneel, cunt." Lisa knelt in front of him.
"So tell me, cunt, how many times have you given a blow job?" Dan asked.
"Three, sir. Different guys, though."
"Did they come?"
"Yes, sir."
"Did you swallow?"
"No, sir," said Lisa, lowering her gaze.
"Well, we'll fix that in short order."
Dan unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled out his cock. "Let's see what you can do," he said.
From visualizing Dan in her nightly meditations, Lisa felt a sense of a long due connection. She leaned forward, nuzzling Dan's cock with her entire face, letting her lips linger. As his cock stiffened, she gently kissed his balls and ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. She looked up at Dan's face, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around him. She moved her tongue from side to side, felt him get hard, and heard him grunt. Lisa began moving up and down the shaft, thrilled to be giving pleasure. Dan grabbed her head and began thrusting hard and deep. Lisa struggling not to gag, kept her eyes focused on his. Dan pulled out slightly, groaned, and said "open wide." He shot several spurts into her mouth. Panting, he said "show me." Lisa kept her mouth open, displaying his load. "Okay, swallow." She swallowed hard and then reopened her mouth to show that she had done it. "Good cunt," Dan said, patting her on the head. Lisa beamed.
Dan unclipped Lisa's leash. He took off his clothes and had her get into bed with him. He held her close. Lisa felt valued and protected. They cuddled, skin against skin. She reached down to hold his cock and felt it come back to life. He rolled her over. "Get into the position in that photo of yours," he said. She leaned back and raised and spread her legs. She watched as he entered her, slowly at first, then all the way in, making her gasp. She came twice before he finished, lying down on her with his full weight.
Eleven-thirty came all too soon, marked by a chime from the grandfather clock. "Time for you to go, cunt," said Dan. "See you Sunday morning. Let yourself out." He stayed in bed as Lisa went back to entry hall, found her clothes in the closet, dressed, and left the house. On the drive back to her dorm she replayed the evening in her mind. That was an amazing start, she thought to herself.