I looked at the large facade of the house, which I had to paint, and the owner of the cottage, a shaven man of serious type, gave me the last instructions. His wife was standing a little distance away, and it seemed to me - she looked at me attentively and appreciatively. Then they said goodbye, my husband got into the car and drove away, his wife returned to the house, throwing the last strange look at me, and I started to work. Although it was pretty hot and I was thirsty, I worked without breaks until lunch.

When I finally sat down to eat my sandwich, and my thoughts went back to the hostess, I was amazed when I saw her heading towards me with a tray full of drinks and pastries. Tea, soda, juice, mineral water, buns, biscuits are a whole abundance.

- I did not know what to bring to you, therefore I brought everything that was.

I was pleasantly surprised. And also enjoyed her blush on the face. She was in a lightweight dress, and without a bra, and her nipples were sticking out through the fabric of her dress. When we started the empty conversation, I was sure that she was flirting with my eyes. But she kept her distance, like a little dog, not yet fully confident in her new master. She was a beautiful 30-year-old woman, dodging idleness on this hot summer day, and she was catching my every word.

She then looked at me, then looked away and looked intently down at her feet. I walked over and took her chin and looked into her eyes. I saw in the depths of them one thing - use me, insult me! There was no need for words. I told her to sit next to me, on my hastily made from scrap materials bench. When she did that, I silently touched the back of her hand, she blushed and put her hand in her lap. I gently told her not to do that and whispered her first order in her ear. I leaned over her body, slightly pressing it down with my own, my lips almost touched her ear, I told her to sit with her ass directly on this bench. She retorted weakly, feeling my light breath on her ear and neck.

- Do it, - I breathed. She lifted herself a little and moved the dress above the backs of her thighs. I assumed that she felt like never before, she blushed strongly. I wondered if she was wet.

- Raise your skirt. Spread your legs.

It was not like reality, but she did it. She didn't even know my name.

- Turn to me.

She obeyed.

- Put your finger in your pussy, take it out and show it to me, - I ordered. “Good girl.”

I was pleased with how wet her finger was.

- Lick.

Without hesitation she closed her eyes, she took a finger in her mouth and licked her own juices from it.

I saw her bare ass sitting directly on a rough, rough bench board. She undid the three small buttons of her short dress, showed the chest. On her own initiative, she pulled up her dress and took off her panties. Black and patterned, very glamorous, she gave them to me, and I put them in my pocket.

I decided that for the first stage it was sufficient. She proved her desire to please me.

- When will your husband return?

She said that in the evening and said that she was not expecting anyone to visit her, and they did not have children. I wanted to fuck her right now, but even more, I wanted to torture her. This implies solitude.

I turned away and went. She followed meekly.

When we went to her house, I immediately ordered her:

- On knees.

She knelt on the floor, I took the bottom of her dress and took it through her head. Her body was now completely presented to me. I stared at her naked body, noting every centimeter with my greedy eyes. Yes, definitely a good choice. I looked at this naked woman, then stretched out my hand and grabbed her nipple, squeezing, until she shuddered in pain. Good. I stroked my dick through the pants.

She was kneeling before me, the shame was clearly visible on her face and in her eyes. It seems that she herself did not believe what she was doing, and yet her juicy vagina told her that she had to obey, had to expose herself, a naked, unfamiliar man, a simple dirty painter.

What did she feel? Is this what she imagined as her wildest fantasy?

- Squeeze hands behind the neck, wide elbows.

Well, well, I use her fantasies, her passion, her desire as needed, I will expose her as a complete slut. She raised her hands and squeezed them behind the neck, as I said.

- Legs shoulder width apart.

She moved her legs, while moaning and closed her eyes for a moment, she reveled in her sensations of an obedient whore. I slowly walked around her, assessing her body. She trembled and most of all wanted me to touch her, but I did not do it. Then I stood before her again, and said:

- Look at me whore.

I raised my hand and she saw that I was holding my mobile phone.

When she realized what I was going to do, her face redness became stronger as well, and the amount of moisture flowing from her vagina. No, I was not going to call anyone, I will take her picture on my phone camera. Her shame, her humiliation, her submission forever stored in digital format. I walked around her again, and she knew that the memory of my phone was filled with her bare flesh.

Pleased with her shameful obedience, I put down the phone, and my hand began to draw a line from her belly down to the crotch between her legs, which she opens as much as she can. She moans as I caress her. And after a moment, she began to tremble from the most powerful convulsions of her pussy, swollen from excitement.

When a few seconds later she came out of her stupor, I took her hair and, leading on all fours, led her to the sofa. I sat down, sprawled on soft pillows, and set it to my knees in front of me.

I was fully dressed. She was on her knees naked and humiliated in the living room of her own house at the feet of a stranger. I ordered her to unbutton my fly without using her hands.

She pulled down a lightning doggie in the bays with her teeth, then I pulled my pants down to my feet. I was eager to fuck her, but I still had a lot of time left.

- Suck my dick - I said and added: - And you better not stop until I tell you!

She looked into my eyes for a second, with her huge green eyes, before taking my penis in her mouth. She sucked and smacked, she moved her head, putting her mouth on my cock, and I noticed that the juices were starting to flow down the inner sides of her hips. After about three minutes, I felt that I had begun to stop. She felt that I was cumming, and continued to suck, swallowing all my sperm. At that moment, she felt the reality of my words - she was a whore! I shoved her roughly and she fell.

I grabbed her hair and sat back down on the couch, dragging her head into my lap. I kept her kneeling and made her lick my sweaty eggs while I said:

- I'm going to fuck you. As soon as I get my breath.

She nodded and said, “yes Sir,” very submissively.

“I keep the clothesline in one of the kitchen drawers, if you want, you can tie me up before you fuck ...” she said suddenly. I told her that she would go and bring it to me, and she returned a moment later with a neat bundle of ordinary white rope to dry the laundry in her hand.

I asked her why she wanted this. She said that this was the reason why she was not satisfied with having sex with her husband. Because her husband never had an idea or desire to treat her like me. And she never got what she wanted, what she needed, what sexually aroused her.

I was amazed and excited, stronger and ...