My Life with Jasmine 2: Jasmin’s Choice

Mistress would text when she wanted me to clean, do her laundry or run her errands. But she was at all times out whenever I came to her apartment. Consequently, I was surprised when she actually called me.

“I have the best news!”

Good news for Mistress usually meant something unpleasant for me.

“What is it?”

“Jasmine’s back.”

Back? I did not know she was gone.

“She will be here tomorrow, and I am making her a romantic dinner.”

Since when could Mistress cook?

“Actually, you are making dinner. You’ll be our waiter, then I have a surprise.”

Suddenly I was nervous. “Uh, yes, Mistress.”

“I knew you’d be pleased. I will text you the menu.”

I spent most of the next day running between Mistress’ bedroom and her kitchen. She was finishing her makeup when the doorbell rang. “See to our guest,” she ordered. “And I expect you to be cordial.”

I knew what that meant.

“Good evening, Miss Jasmine. I hope you have a wonderful visit. I will do anything to make your stay more enjoyable.”

“Anything? That sounds like fun.”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine. You look wonderful.”

Jasmine was dressed in a slinky white evening dress and stiletto black open toed pumps. Her hair was up in an elaborate arrangement.

“Aww, you are sweet.” She rumpled my hair, and took my hand and led me to Mistress Lisa’s couch. She sat and crossed those impossibly long, sexy legs. She tapped the couch next to her.

“Mistress Lisa will be right out. I have to see to dinner.” I checked the table, and made sure the wine was at the right temperature. When I heard Mistress’ bell, I hurried back to the living room. Mistress was seated next to Jasmine. I had dressed her in a swirly, purple-blue dress that accented her curves.

“There you are,” Mistress said. “Serve our wine, then return to the kitchen until I ring.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I could hear the ladies laughing and talking. I knew better than to eavesdrop, but the snatches of conversation I did hear were worrisome. “…goody,” I heard Jasmine say, then something I couldn’t find out, then, “…you sure he won’t mind?”

Mistress said something I could not make out then, “…know how to handle…want you… enjoy yourself.”

What did all of that mean?

A few minutes later, Mistress rang her bell, and I seated the ladies in the dining room. I served the hot and sour soup, and waited next to Mistress Lisa’s chair. She and Jasmine chatted, ate, sipped wine, and ignored me. During a momentary lull in their conversation, I said, “Mistress?”

She looked up as if she was surprised to see me. “Yes?”

“May I please eat?”

She handed me her bowl. “You may have my leavings. Attend us when I ring.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

When the meal was over Lisa rang for me. “Clear the table, clean the kitchen, and join us in the living room. Do not dawdle!”

“Yes, Mistress Lisa.”

When I ran into the living room, Mistress was on Jasmine’s lap and they were kissing. I stood quietly in front of them for several minutes. Finally, Mistress looked up.

“I thought I told you not to keep us waiting?”

“I-“

“Jasmine’s trip was very stressful. Now, she needs to unwind. So, I surprised her with dinner and a gift!”

“Do you want me to fetch her gift? Where is it?”

“You are her gift. You will obey Jasmine as if she was me!”

“But – I belong to you!”

She chuckled. “I know that! I’m always loaning my possessions to my girlfriends. You know those silver high heels you like to slobber on? I loaned them to Mei. You aren’t more important than my Jimmy Choo’s, are you?”

I looked down. “N-no, Mistress,” I whispered.

“Then you are going to relieve Jasmine’s tension, and give me a show.”

“Don’t worry,” Jasmine said. “We’re going to have a wonderful time.”

“But-“

Mistress leaned back against Jasmine and crossed her legs. I could tell by her pose I was in trouble. “You will obey Jasmine with enthusiasm and passion. Or, I will see you in six weeks.”

“But-“

“No calls. No texts. No visits to my apartment. I don’t want to be without a maid for that long, so I’ll probably find someone else to-“

“No! I mean… Miss Jasmine, I… will do anything you ask.”

Mistress clapped her hands together with glee. She gave Jasmine a quick kiss. “I told you.”

“I will deal with you later,” Jasmine said. She fondled one of Mistress’ breasts and gazed at me. “I want a good look at you. Strip.”

I undressed the way Mistress liked. Jasmine stopped me when I was down to my thong. She twirled her finger, indicating I should pirouette. Then she reached out and slapped my ass.

“USDA prime!” She stood up with Mistress in her arms. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”

Yesmin deposited Mistress in the lounger, then faced me. “You did such a good job undressing yourself, you may undress me as a reward.” A few minutes later Jasmine’s clothes were in Mistress’ closet. “Take my hair down.” While I worked, she glanced at the King-sized bed I had purchased for Mistress. “You’ve never been in Lisa’s bed, have you?”

I pointed at the storage drawer under the bed.

“Not tonight.” She pushed me onto my back, then she climbed on top of me. She was strong and aggressive and, from what I could feel, aroused. Her hair spilled over my face as she kissed my forehead, then my eyes and nose. She kissed me full on the lips. Her hands caressed me and her tongue invaded my mouth. She rubbed her ample breasts against my chest.

The sensations were overwhelming. I could feel her rock-hard erection but at the same time, I felt her breasts, her smoothness, her femininity. I put my arms around her. She chuckled against my mouth. Then she broke the kiss, and sucked on one of my nipples. She trailed kisses down my stomach, and pulled my thong off with her teeth. She stood, and surveyed me. Her erection jutted out, hard and menacing.

“Time for you to turn over, sugar bumps.”

“Huh?”

“I can’t pop your cherry while you’re on your back.”

“What?”

“It’s going to hurt, but before I’m done, you’ll learn to love it! And I won’t keep you on short rations like Lisa does. You can cum whenever I fuck you. And I’m going to fuck you a lot!”

I was so aroused I could barely find out what she was saying, but realization finally dawned. “No!”

“Six weeks!” Lisa said. “Your choice.”

I could not be away from her for six weeks! I had no choice. But… Jasmine did!

“Miss Jasmine? M-may I please give you oral pleasure instead?”

“That’s sweet, but you have no idea how tight a virgin ass is!”

“I’ll… I’ll make my mouth tight!”

She chucked. “So, you like having me in your mouth?”

“I’ll give you the best oral sex ever!”

“Really?”

I nodded eagerly.

“I want to see his ass destroyed,” Mistress growled. Her voice was thick with arousal.

“I thought he was my gift?” Jasmine asked.

“He is.”

“Then I’ll decide what happens to his ass. You just enjoy the show.”

“Please, Miss Jasmine! Not my ass. I’ll do anything!”

“Will you suck the skin off my dick? Knowing I’m going to cum in your mouth?”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine.”

“Will you swallow every drop, then beg me for more?”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine.”

“If you gag, if you spill one drop, if you disappoint me in any way, do you know what will happen?”

“Y-you’ll fuck my a-ass?”

“I’ll strap Lisa’s two-way dildo to your face, so you can’t scream. Then you’ll fuck her while I bulldog you. Then she’ll fuck you while you suck me off!”

“I like that idea,” Lisa said.

“You like that idea?” she asked me.

“No, Miss Jasmine. Please don’t do that!”

“Up to you, sugar lips. Make me happy, or Lisa gets her wish, and I get your cherry.” She pushed a finger between my lips.

I sucked her finger deep into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it.

She laughed, removed her finger and wiped it on my chest. Then she stepped back, and folded her arms. Her erect cock looked bigger than ever.

“Prove to me that you are worthy of my cum.”

I knelt in front of her. When I tried kiss her cock, she twisted her body and slapped me with it.

“Convince me!”

I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but I took a chance and lowered my face to her feet. I covered them with kisses, and drove my tongue between her toes. In between each kiss, I whispered, “Pleases, Miss Jasmine, I want you in my mouth.”

“Damn, boy! You want my cock, or my feet? Get up here.”

I lifted up so her erection was directly in front of my lips. I gazed up at her in adoration. “Please fuck my face!”

“Get to it.”

I slurped her precum, then opened wide and welcomed her into my mouth. She grabbed my head with both hands, and pistoned her hips. She drove herself so deep that her balls nearly slapped my chin. Then she pulled out so my tongue could lave the tip. She did this over and over, faster and faster. Finally, she drove herself so deep that my nose was pressed against her stomach. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head and held me in place.

“Fuck!”

Now, in addition to her cock, I had to deal with a flood of thick, salty liquid. Somehow, I managed not to gag. Finally, she pulled out of my mouth.

“Did you like my delicious treat?”

I was still swallowing; all I could do was nod.

“Answer me!”

I got it all down and said, “Y-yes, Miss Jasmine. M-may I please have some more?”

She threw back her head and laughed. “I’ll give you another helping after I take care of Lisa.” She shoved her dripping cock in my face. “Lick that up before it drips on her carpet.”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine.” I licked and swallowed until she was clean.

“Did you get it all?”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, wash and dry my cock, and give it a ‘thank you’ kiss!”