A Houseboy for Mali Ch. 01

was the muffled order as she reached the light switch and started turning the bright balcony light on and of quickly. I raised my hands and said:

"No stop."

My skirt lifting with my gesture briefly flashing my parts and shocking me with a wash of cold air. I bowed my head and felt myself blush deeply. I guessed that anyone returning for their washing would be seeing a second moon tonight.

I dropped to the floor and picked up the shaving cream and razor. I started reading the can before I realized it was a spray can. My mind was just a haze of lust and fear and confusion. I lathered up my legs and foamed up my ass and junk before starting at my feet and quickly jammed up the razor. The door opened and a bowl of water placed on the iron table. I said:

"Thank you ...Ma'am." In a sheepish voice.

I heard a coarse laugh as the door locked again. I finished up and was handed a bottle of baby powder and I put on too much and then swept up the balcony before turning to the locked glass door.

I waited for a minute before I thought to kneel. I was allowed in by my now t-shirt wearing task mistress.

"Ok good boy. Eyes closed."

A chair plopped in front of me and the unmistakable sound of jeans being unzipped. I heard the tights being ripped and then felt them going down over my head to my nose. Hands on the back of my head thrust my face into her lap.

"Tongue."

I licked away like a fat kid on a chocolate ice cream cone. My hard on now raging I was forced onto my back with a lap thrust pinning me to the carpet hips grinding on my face. A swivel move that would have made a stripped blush put her ass on my forehead, still grinding away. I felt my skirt lift and hands on my balls. I struggled and felt thighs tighten around my head and knees on my shoulders. I could tell she was close to climax. I felt hands close around balls and dick and squeeze. At first it was intensely pleasurable and I licked harder. As the pressure increased it quickly became torture and I tried to call out through her pussy in my mouth. My struggles setting her on fire, she came all over my face with a very loud:

"Chai, chai-chai, chai-I!"

For a moment she lay still on top of me, holding my balls with both hands. She lifted off my face and said:

"Thank you Mali."

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be Mali or not... a very tight squeeze of my balls with a little twist with each syllable and a more definite:

"Thank. You. Ma-li."

...my voice full of pain induced vibrato as I said:

"Thank you Mali."

Mali got off me and opened the front door. I guessed I had to leave and I went. The door closed behind me and I suddenly felt the impact of standing in an open hallway wearing a French maids uniform with no underwear with a raging hard on. I felt the slap of my erection against my legs and skirt as I trotted down stairs. I was so turned on I felt like tossing off right there and then in building next door to mine in the dimly lite stairwell.

To be continued.