The Catering Tip
Juan stood in the kitchen, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had spent the morning preparing for the evening’s guests, but he was far from dressed. Under the strict, demanding guidance of Carmen, he remained entirely nude, a living ornament of her household’s peculiar dynamics. When the intercom buzzed, Juan felt a surge of adrenaline and anxiety. It was the catering delivery.
He opened the door to find a man in his late thirties—broad-shouldered, clean-shaven, and strikingly handsome. The delivery man carried a large tray, his eyes initially focused on the task at hand. However, as he entered the kitchen and set the tray on the table, he turned and finally saw Juan. The man’s expression shifted from professional neutrality to a flicker of suppressed amusement and intense curiosity.
The interaction grew electric when the man returned with a second tray and a bag of drinks. As Juan leaned over to open the refrigerator, he intentionally positioned himself so that his complete nudity was on full display. He felt the man’s gaze linger, heavy and hungry. When the delivery man reached for the invoice in his back pocket, Juan noticed the unmistakable ridge of an erection straining against the fabric of his trousers.
Juan led the man into the living room to settle the bill. Carmen sat poised, her eyes glinting with a mischievous authority. After paying the invoice, she looked at the man and then at Juan with a cold, playful smile. “I don’t usually give tips,” Carmen announced calmly, “but if you’d like, my servant can provide a blowjob as a gratuity.”
The man didn’t hesitate, his smile widening as he accepted the offer. Juan was stunned by the suddenness of it, but the command from his mistress was absolute. “Kneel, you little slut,” Carmen ordered. “Do your job.”
Trembling with a mix of fear and arousal, Juan sank to his knees. He carefully undid the man’s belt and lowered the zipper, sliding the trousers and black boxers down to reveal a thick, pulsing erection. This was Juan’s first time, and the intensity of the moment—the insults from Carmen and the raw desire of the stranger—fueled his efforts. He took the man into his mouth, tasting the salt and heat, working with a desperate need to please.
The man groaned, his hands finding Juan’s hair and gripping tightly. “Yes, just like that, you little pet,” he rasped. As the climax neared, the man began to thrust deeply, treating Juan’s throat as his own personal sanctuary. Carmen watched with approval, commanding Juan to swallow every drop to keep the floor clean.
With a final, powerful surge, the man released a hot torrent of seed deep in Juan’s throat. Juan swallowed instinctively, feeling the warmth slide down as the man finally relaxed his grip. After a thorough cleaning with his tongue, Juan helped the man dress. As he escorted the stranger to the door, the man gave Juan’s backside a firm, appreciative slap.
“Thank you, you’re wonderful,” the man whispered before stepping out. Juan closed the door, breathless and flushed, returning to the kitchen to finish the preparations, his body still humming from the encounter.