In an instant, the porch lights were turned on and I was flooded with light. I maintained my composure and pride, sticking my ass out even more and lowering my head to the ground. My asshole was throbbing and desperate for penetration and my soul craved humiliation. At that moment, the door opened and I heard my Mistress command me to come in. I crawled forward with confidence and agility.
She stroked me like a pet, running her hands through my hair and down my back. I purred like a kitten and humped the air like a bitch in heat. She placed a collar around my neck but I was afraid to tell her it was a little too tight so I suffered in silence. It was a good discomfort, one I would gladly suffer for the Divine Mistress that stood above me. She put a leash on my collar and pulled me in the direction of a back room. The carpet under my knees felt good compared to the concrete but the pain in my nuts was ever present.
She opened the door to a playroom and pulled me in unceremoniously. The furnishings were sparse but there was no denying it was a room for hedonistic desires. Not quite a dungeon and far from a spare bedroom, there were toys and tables, and chairs that had been designed for play. Craig was there, naked and erect, oiled and glistening, a vision of perfection. She dropped the leash and commanded me to stay, like a puppy being trained. Mistress and Craig conspired, whispering and planning what to do with their toy. Craig assisted her in undressing, the way they interacted making them look like dancers more so than anything else. Her body was a work of art. Her skin looked like the smoothest velvet and her curves were a sculptor’s dream.
She walked over to a table and picked up a strapon. Craig helped her put it in place as I began to whimper unconsciously at the thought of what was to come. “Silence, bitch,” as she continued to secure her harness and what looked like a nine inch black dildo to her sleek frame. I was dizzy with lust and confusion.
Mistress sat in a chair and motioned for me to come closer. “This, my pet, is going to be very simple. You are going to suck my dick until you prove that you are a cock craved whore and then you are going to get your slutty boycunt pounded by the most formidable cock that you’ve ever seen. Does that sound okay with you?”
I nodded furiously as I was anxious to get underway. She leaned back in the chair casually and I took in every inch of her beauty. Her face was a face that could launch a thousand ships; her body was athletic and toned. Her nipples were dark and puffy and I longed to feel them in is mouth. Her legs were out of this world. They seemed to go on forever. She stroked her strapon like it was real flesh. I approached her with confidence. I had sucked his own toys enough to know exactly how to do it. I had prepared myself to deepthroat dildos that didn’t look humanly possible to swallow.
My assault was calculated. I wanted to show her a cocksucker like she had never seen before. I had often fantasised what it would be like to have such a huge dick and I had practiced sucking my toys the way I would want my cock sucked if I were a man. I maintained eye contact with her as I began to lick sensuously up and down the shaft. I licked the head and circled it with his tongue and began stroking it with my hand methodically. I licked up and down the shaft, inching my mouth closer and closer to the sweet pussy that lay underneath, the scent of it making my little red cock leak profusely with precum. I placed my mouth over the head and began my descent. Barely more than half of it was in my mouth and it was already hitting the back of my throat. It was thicker than I'd had ever sucked before but I was determined to show her that I was a good slut for her.
Her words fueled my passion to do an even better job. “Come on you dirty cocksucker, show me what a slut you are for my juicy black cock. Suck my beautiful black dick. Tell me you love it.”
I went into a cocksucking frenzy. “Yes, Mistress. I’m in love with your big, black cock. It tastes so good in my mouth. I love being your cocksucker. Feed me your cum.” I was sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and deeper. My spit was dripping down the side; I wanted to be like the whores he saw in all the videos that gave messy blowjobs.
She grabbed the back of my head and forced me all the way down on her “cock.” I choked and gasped for air and he felt like I was going to pass out. The head of the black toy was deep in my throat and I felt like I was going to puke. I kept sucking. I sucked and she pumped until they were in a rhythm. I was taking every inch down my throat in every thrust. Every time she would let me up for air, she would ask me, “Do you want some more?” I nodded affirmatively but my eagerness was evidenced in the fact that I wouldn’t stop sucking and licking that sexy black strapon.
“You’re ready to get your pussy fucked, aren’t you?” I nodded uncontrollable, only stopping for a few seconds before I continued to lick and suck and swallow her strapon. “Craig, get him ready for me, will you please?”
I froze for a second. I was past the point of pretense or care and all I wanted was to be used. i arched MY back as I felt lubricant being poured on my hole. Craig’s fingers were longer, thicker, and penetrated me more completely than Mistress’s fingers had previously done. I moaned in appreciation of the stimulation and sucked that much more. She kept taunting me with her words,” you want to get fucked by a big cock, to be a faggot whore to be used by the Superior beings, don’t you?
I didn’t have time to answer. My mouth was crammed full of the strapon and I was sucking it like a whore. At that instant, I felt the head of Craig’s dick at the entrance to my pussy. I reached his hand back to feel its size and to guide it in but I wasn’t prepared for what I encountered. It was as thick as a beer can.
“Noooo,” I cried out, “I can’t take that, please no.” The words coming out of my mouth rang of fear but my heart told a different tale. I craved the pain of being used by people to rid me of my horrible guilt, to make me feel as inferior had I knew myself to be. I wanted to be fucked like a rag doll and I wanted to earn my punishment. The head burned as it penetrated me and I turned back to suck the strapon to distract myself. Mistress had unhooked the dildo and spread her legs wide and presented me with her wet slit.
I was experiencing sensory overload. A man was about to fuck me with the biggest cock I had ever seen and before me was a sexy woman shoving her pussy in my face. I cried out, “Fuck me. Fuck my mouth, Fuck my pussy. Use me. Fuck me!!!” Tears formed in my eyes. I was lowered to a mass of flesh and lust at the hands of these Gods.
The cock in my ass pushed its way past my sphincter and deep into my bowels. It hurt. It was the kind of pain ushered in by the grandest pleasure. The sweet, sexy pussy in my face tasted like heaven. I felt what he previously thought was impossible . . . Craig’s balls were firmly against my own. I was impaled on that massive meat.
I licked the clit in my face furiously as I wanted my Mistress to come in my mouth. “More . . . more . . . more,” I kept chanting.
Craig began slapping my ass and calling me names and it sent me into a lust-driven high. The pounding was harder now; I was being fucked without mercy. my guts ached, my prostate had never had that sort of stimulation and I was eating the wet musky cunt of my sexy Mistress. My tears were uncontrollable. My balls were aching. I started stroking my own cock uncontrollably as I unsnapped the cock ring and let out a cry. My cum exploded from my prick as Mistress held my head to her spasming pussy and Craig unloaded blast after thick blast of thick, hot cum in my well used pussy. I passed out from the pleasure and the pain.
It was early morning when they dropped me off at the car park of the gay bar where we met. They had used me in so many delicious and unspeakable ways I couldn’t remember them all. They were kinder to me then when they first met, treating me like a pet now more than a plaything. I was desperate for some sign that I had pleased them. “Will I see you again? Would you like to use me some more?” The longing in my eyes a telltale sign of the delight I had taken in being fucked so completely.
“Now that tonight was child’s play compared to what you will experience again,” Miatress said. They drove off into the early morning, masters of dominant pleasure.
It had been two weeks since my adventure and I hadn’t been able to keep my mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, I would drift off in fantasy to the words that Mistress last said. “Know that tonight was child’s play compared to what you will experience again.” I had flashbacks. Was it possible that I did the unspeakable things my mind’s eye recalled? Eating pussy, sucking big, cocks . . . real and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving humiliation and abuse. At times, I could pretend that it was all a dream, that it hadn’t really happened at all, but the desperation I felt to experience it again, the emptiness I felt inside, the longing to submit to my divine Queen and do whatever she demanded haunted my every thought and desire. In my mind, it played out like a movie. I could see myself in the action. I could see the way I swallowed Mistress’s Strapon like a slut. I could see Master Craig’s huge cock as it invaded the deepest part of my bowels and gave me indescribable and forbidden pleasure. I could see my transformation from mild mannered, unassuming white man to submissive white bitchboi slut, with an insatiable need to be used and humiliated by anyone. My mediocre life almost had reason while I patiently waited for the next email or instant message from Mistress to let mr know where my next adventure into dark passion would take me.
One side effect the experience had on me was a boost to my libido. My previously boring and dull sex life with my wife had been resurrected. My love making become nothing less than inspired and she was never more satisfied in our entire relatioship. My mind would fill of images from that night. My erection would become like steel and I would practically fight to keep from blurting out that I was submissive to Mistress and Craig to the blonde mother-of-two that lay beneath me. I was inspired by the intense desire to shock her, revealing thatIe had eaten the cunt of a sexy, mistress and I loved every second of it. I would pound away at my wife, making her moan for the first time in years, thinking of the look of horror she would have on her face knowing that I had begged like a dirty whore to get fucked savagely by a stud. I would imagine that Mistress would be whispering in my ear that my cock was pathetic and could never satisfy a woman the way Craig’s massive weapon had satisfied my slutty pussy as he humped up and down on the unsuspecting woman women that had ceased arousing me years ago. Fantasising about hearing Mistress’s melodic voice in my mind, feeling her sensuous touch, and inspired by the beauty of her smooth chocolate skin, I could resign myself to the life I was sentenced to live and make due with the cards I had been dealt.
Those fantasies came to a crashing halt the second I walked through the door one day after work. An envelope sat plainly on the kitchen table when i arrived home. It was so ornate, so elaborate, it was difficult to miss. i initially assumed it was for My wife but was compelled to inspect it. The hand calligraphy clearly spelled out my name and the expensive bronze envelope with sealing wax looked like it could have been an exclusive invitation to Prince William’s coronation or something. I held the envelope in my hand and panicked. I knew the origin of the envelope even without a return address. It wasn’t postmarked so I had to assume it had been hand delivered. My wife surely put it there so there was no way I could conceal it from her. Perspiration formed under my arms and I began to hyperventilate. I could hear my wife moving about upstairs and I knew from routine that she would be done momentarily to greet me.
“Babe, I’ll be back, I forgot my briefcase at the gym . . . I’ll be . . . be right back,” I yelled up the staircase as I clutched the envelope tightly.
“Wait, tell me what’s in the envelope before you . . . leave,” the last word barely audible over the slam of the carport door. I sat in my car motionless for a second. Maybe I would just drive away and never come back. No, hI needed to get revenge on that bitch for trying to destroy his life. She would pay for this and pay dearly. I backed out of the driveway not sure if I would even have the nerve to return home. i had nothing but the clothes on my back.
Why had I been so thoughtless, so stupid? I jeopardiSed my marriage for a night of lust. At the time, it seemed so imperative to me to fulfill my fantasy. The thoughts of my submitting women had been growing for years. Everything about women seemed to reek of sensuality. I had long since stopped looking at porn sites with submissive women. Actually, my fascination began when I stroked my cock looking at videos of white women getting fucked by huge black cocks, usually in the ass, at the numerous black on blonde sites. At first, I just wanted to see if the myth was true. Assured that it was, i became mesmerised with black sexuality. Somehow, some way, I would get confused. Sometimes, I would imagine that the white whore on the screen was his wife. Scared by that thought, i somehow began to imagine himself as the white slut. I would see those white women on the screen, screaming and moaning and begging for more black cock as they were being gangbanged and i would wonder what it felt like to be the object of such intense sexual pleasure. My mind couldn’t handle the confusion I experienced so I went searching the World Wide Web for images of Black women. I found true love
Black women were my obsession. Their skin, their asses, their pure, unbridled passion seemed to be the epitome of sexuality. At first, any Ebony site would do but he quickly learned that most adult sites with Black women were low quality and showed Black women in the worse possible way. I was only interested in sites that portrayed Black women as the goddesses I knew them to be. i could look on with awe and inspiration at the gorgeous images of Black sexuality. i then began using various chat rooms and online communities to find Black women with whom I could converse. I was interested in Black women that were at least of my educational level and not just trying to get paid for fucking. I was willing to pay, I felt it was my obligation to lavish a Black woman with gifts but wanted to do it as a tribute, not as an exchange of goods and services. Bottom line, I didn’t want a hooker, I wanted a mistress.
That’s how I found Mistress. She was a member of a yahoo group. i sent her an instant message and she returned MY message with pleasant conversation. Not only was she my intellectual equal, she was my superior. She was a oncologist. For weeks we had developed a rapport and she had initiated me into a world of dominance and submission from which I could not return. She was masterful in her control of me and he found myself doing things I hadn’t ever contemplated before. She never raised her voice; she never made outrageous and unreasonable demands on me. She would get inside my head, anticipate my every thought and desire, and push me to maniacal heights of arousal. I craved her humiliation most of all. I would get a perverse thrill knowing that she looked down on me with disgust and contempt.
My mobile phone rang and it jolted me out of my memories. The caller ID said it was my wife and I let the call go to voicemail. I glanced at the envelope sitting on the front seat. It looked like it had an aura of its own. “What the hell am I so afraid of? What if it’s not even from her? This is crazy. I’m not afraid of her. I’m not going to let her control my life. Whatever is in there I can handle it,” I thought.
I drove out of conditioning to his job., the envelope held firmly in my grasp. i closed the door to My office and loosened my tie. I felt lightheaded. I broke the seal of the envelope and the gilt tissue paper floated gracefully to the floor. I unfolded the envelope to find a hand written note.
“Mark, I do so hope you have a wonderful evening when we met. I warned you that if you wanted to play again, the stakes would be higher. What say you, Mark? Interested in seeing how far you will be willing to go to get your pathetic little prick off again Mark?”
I blinked hard. With all that was at stake, with all that I stood to lose, I found myself getting erect. I could hear the sweet timber of her voice and I knew all to well that she knew how to push my buttons.
I continued to read. “You belong to me completely, Mark, that means that anything that you have belongs to me as well. I want your wife Mark. I want to see your wife getting fucked like a slut by Craig’s beautiful cock. I want to see the look on her face as you kiss my feet, lick my pussy, as you drink my piss and tell me that you love me and you’ll do anything to please me. I want her to watch in horror as she sees her dutiful husband slobber and drool over Craig’s big cock and beg to get fucked like a useless faggot. Chez Henri — Friday night — Be there at 8:00, bring your wife, and we’ll be waiting for you.”
My mouth was dry. More than that, my cock was hard. I went to lock the door of my office andIe fell wearily against the frame as I freed my raging hard cock and stroked it, thinking of the things Mistress had described. I pushed his pants to my knees and spread my thighs as much as my khakis would allow. I placed my finger in my mouth and sucked it, imagining a more delectable treat. Sufficiently lubricated, I reached past my balls to my asshole and pushed it in. Ever since Craig had fucked me in the ass, my asshole had become desperate to be fucked. Sometimes, it itched and throbbed in need of a big, invader. I shot a load all over the carpet as i fantasised about my wife being a slut for big cock, and how Mistress had manipulated me completely.
Invigorated, I regained my composure and I began concocting lies and explanations to tell my wife. I checked my voicemail to get a measure of my wife’s demeanor. All seemed well. She was curious but she didn’t seem to suspect anything at all. I felt a tinge of guilt for the betrayal I was displaying but my lust and fantasies, and the fear that if I didn’t comply with Mistress’s wishes she might actually do something malicious to me, my marriage or his job kept my focused.
I ran to my computer and used Publisher to create an elaborate looking document that looked like a gift certificate, complete with a fake authorisation code and a line for a fake signature. I called Chez Henri for reservations on Friday night and they were booked solid. I asked the maitre d if there were reservations for a Miss Jenkins and he confirmed that she had reservations for two at 8:00. He called the corporate concierge for his firm and promised him a hundred quid if he could get him reservations at the exclusive, five star restaurant on Friday evening. He got a confirmation after only a minute of being on hold. I held my breath as he dialed the number for my wife.
“You won’t believe this,” I blurted out before giving her a chance to ask any questions,” I entered this drawing at work about a month ago and I won . . . we won a dinner for two at Chez Henri on Friday night. Isn’t that fabulous?”
She started to ask all sorts of questions about the strange demeanor of the man who had delivered the envelope and why i had run out so quickly be he easily distracted her by telling her that she should go to Selfridges’s and buy something extra sexy and that I even thought that she should take the day off an make an appointment for Spa on Friday afternoon as well. “Make a day of it baby, I want this to be a special night for both of us. We deserve to let our hair down.”
When I hung up, reality hit me squarely in the chest. What on earth was I thinking? How could I subject myself to such a dangerous plan? As much as I fantasiSed about having a wife that was a slut for Black cock and submitting himself to the machinations of a Domme, this was too much. i formed a plan that would simply beat Mistress at her own game. I was going to show her that he was no pawn to be played with.
I avoided my Wife the majority of the day on Friday, opting to get my hair cut, go work to the gym and go buy some Clinique toiletries so that I would feel my most attractive for my . . . masters, no longer able to say mistress solely. My passion was rising and my slutty nature was coming out. I wanted Mistress and Craig to take me places that I had never even dreamt of going. The fact that my wife might be there to watch didn’t register in my consciousness. For so many years she wasn’t even a part of my sexual fantasies that I was able to disassociate her from my desires. Yeah, i would fantasise occasionally about a white slut wife that would keep him cuckold and submissive,, but I never thought that it would be the conservative, practically frigid woman that I had only recently begun to enjoy sex with, no thanks to her. In my fantasies it was some other white woman, not the mother of his children.
My wife was like a school girl on Friday, giggling and talkative all day long. She was invigorated by the concept of romance in our otherwise loveless marriage. She got a Brazilian wax at the spa, removing every trace of hair on her pussy and leaving her baby smooth. She had decided to go for a sultrier look than usual, empowered by the intense sex she and I had been having as of late. She made an appointment at the hairdresser, had highlights put in her hair and got the full makeover at the cosmetic counter at Mac. I, already aroused at what I knew was potentially going to happen, practically threw her on the bed when I saw the low-cut, clingy red dress that she wore, the strappy high heels and the knockout woman that stood before me.
“Your table is ready sir,” the host said as we made their way through the labyrinth of tables with Waterford crystal sparkling in the candlelight. I nervously glanced around, practically sick I had allowed his fantasies to control my better judgment yet again. The waiter introduced himself and described specials but I was completely distracted. I saw Mistress from across the room, watching their every move, and something deep within me told me that I shouldn’t make the first move. She was torturing me and she loved every second of it. At times, she would laugh and draw attention to herself.
Dinner was seamless, save the raging hard-on I sported all night, and the sorbet course was about to be served. I thought that perhaps that this was to be my only test, to see if I could follow orders. My true desires betrayed me as I felt slightly disappointed that the evening would transpire without the things the Mistress had described in her note. The waiter approached and discreetly said, “Ms Jenkins would like it very much if you and your wife would join her and her companion for an aperitif.”
Her back towards the couple all evening, My wife turned in her seat to glance towards Mistress and Craig. “Mark, who is she? Do you know her?” She seemed to immediately get uncomfortable.
I swallowed hard. “Hmmmmmmm, Oh, yes. I think I do. She is one of the doctors... I think,” trying to sound unsure of myself and proud that I was capable of thinking on my feet so well.
“I’m not so sure about that, Mark. Maybe we should decline the offer.” Andrea seemed nervous and figidity.
“Nonsense, what could it hurt,” I said, as I wondered inwardly why I hadn’t taken the opportunity to take his wife up on her offer? Adrenaline was pumping in my veins.
Mistress stood to greet me with an air of familiarity. She leaned in close and tilted her head back for me to kiss her neck. I laid a tentative and juvenile kiss on her neck and Andrea turned a deeper shade of red as she witnessed the act of intimacy right before her eyes.
Craig stood to greet her. “Andrea, you look particularly lovely this evening.” He kissed her on the mouth and ran his dark hands down her back and rested them on her ass. This time, it was my turn to show my displeasure. It was a kiss of lovers.
Mistress interrupted the embrace and introduced herself. “We’ve not met, I’m Miss Jenkins. You must be Andrea. Craig has told me so much about you. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman behind all those steamy stories.” With that, she leaned in close and gave Andrea a sensuous kiss that was more appropriate for a porn movie than a high-class establishment like Chez Henri.
“What the fuck is . . .,” I blurted out, drawing more attention that the silent kiss had done.
“Mark, sit! And for God’s sake don’t make such a scene.” Mistress’s words caused more arousal than calm; the irony of her comments was not lost on the foursome. I was hypnotized by her command and presence.
They all sat as Andrea and I were shame-faced and solemn. Mistress broke the ice. “Shall we drop the pretenses everyone? Mark, while you’ve been my cyber slut online for all these weeks, your wife has been entertaining a virtual lover as well.”
Andrea looked nauseous as Mistress continued with her tale. “You see, Andrea here doesn’t know the identity of her cyber lover, she’s only seen him from the waist down on web cam. But she does know Craig here. They met when he was kind enough to hand deliver the note I sent you earlier this week. Craig and your cyber lover are one and the same, Andrea. I’m afraid we played a bit of a trick on you sweetie by not revealing Craig’s identity to you when you met the other day but you didn’t seem to care. You were so hot for cock that you were practically throwing yourself at him.” Mistress continued with her story causing my rage and outrage at the betrayal from both women. “I guess her lust for big cock had been fueled by her cyber lover so much that when Craig showed up at the door, she invited him in, offered him some coffee and was practically drooling all over him. The kids were in the back garden playing the whole time if I heard the story correctly. Bent right over the kitchen sink and took all 10 inches without missing a beat.”
My heart sank. I knew the story was true. Andrea grabbed her purse and my arm and stood to leave.
“Sit down bitch!” Mistress's words sounded so sweet and sexy they effectively controlled the blonde housewife with ease. My face was burning with anger. Damn my cock for being hard at a time like this. I grabbed Andrea’s arm forcefully enough to leave marks. “Is what she’s saying true?”
Andrea pried my fingers from her arm. With tears in her eyes, she choked out, “I guess it is, apparently you know her very well. I wasn’t the only one cheating online.”
Mistress interrupted. “Oh no, Mark’s infidelities were far more extensive than mere cybersex.” She turned to me. “Would you like to divulge the juicy details of our threesome or would you prefer me to do that? Better yet, let’s go to the video tape, shall we?”
“You didn’t tell me anything about a videotape,” I was outraged. I had been caught so off guard that I had completely forgotten my counterplans for revenge on this manipulatrix. I never saw the shocker coming that my wife would somehow be involved in her scheme. We sat there in a state of shock, not believing that our marriage was falling apart in the most expensive restaurant in the city.
“What video tape, Mark?” Andrea whispered the words softly, the wind taken out of her sails.
I sunk into a feeling of calm. I had no control so I just relinquished all of my anger into determination to not let this woman defeat me. Casually, at just above a whisper, I recounted to my wife the short version of what had happened. ” . . . . wanted to know if it was true . . . once you go big. . . . . . shaved. . . dance . . . and for the first time in my life Andrea, I felt alive.” I finished my monologue as I fought back the tears. I was now truly free.
“Andrea, your hubby left out a few key details,” the familiar way she called her name dripping with condescension. Not waiting for me to fill in the details, she said, “Do you remember how good you felt when Craig’s hard, cock was ramming your tight white ass? Well, you and Mark have that in common. He’s all too familiar with that sensation as well. And if memory serves me correctly, he was begging and screaming for more. Isn’t that right, Craig?”
Craig spoke up for the first time since the foursome sat at the table. He was more than just a lackey; he was an equally competent and capable dominator. The effects of his work outs showed beneath the tailored suit that draped his body like it was custom made for him, and obviously it was. Craig was professing how tight, slutty, and horny fucking my ass was and comparing notes to determine which partner had been the better lay. I couldn’t hear any of his comments, I felt like I was about to pass out.
Craig signaled for the bill and the waiter promptly brought it to the table. “Would the gentleman like for our limousine to take you to your usual suite at The Lowery this evening?” Craig threw six crisp £50 notes on the table and said, “That should be fine, and make sure that our guests here have their bill covered as well. That should take care of everything, correct?”
“Yes sir,” the waiter said. I was not sure if I could detect a hint of submissive gleam in the waiter’s eyes when he bowed graciously and left to signal for the driver.
“Come Andrea, let’s powder our noses while the boys catch up.” Mistress stood and extended her hand to Andrea. I had to stand to let her out of the booth and the two ladies trotted off arm in arm, Andrea looking back like an abducted child stolen from her father’s loving embrace.
I stared at the cleared table, unable to look Craig in the eye. Five minutes passed and I grew more and more uncomfortable with each passing second. I could tell Craig was staring at me the entire time. “She’s eating Mistress’s pussy right now, you realise that don’t you?”
I looked up in shock, my eyes wide with wonder. “There’s no way, Andrea isn’t . . . she wouldn’t. . . ‘ My voice trailed off, reminded of the things I'd been convinced to do and enjoy at Mistress's command.
Just then, the two ladies returned to the table. Andrea moved with a casual elegance about her, a certain lightness. She certainly wasn’t the same woman who left the table minutes ago. She walked up to me and slid in next to him. She leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. There was no denying the taste of pussy on her mouth. I had tasted that sweet nectar before and remembered it all too well. She tasted different, slightly saltier somehow but I was intoxicated by the taste. I was lost in my own lustful desires to taste that pussy when I reached for Andrea’s waist and felt her dress was damp.
I backed away and looked Andrea in the eye. She didn’t look away. I glanced at Mistress with a confused look on my face. It wasn’t possible. There was no fucking way in hell that it was possible. That taste . . . the damp dress. Mistress laughed, “I’ve had so much champagne this evening, sometimes I get a little confused. The toilet is white; Andrea’s mouth is white . . .”
“Andrea?”
“Andrea didn’t bother to answer. She took my hand and discreetly shoved it between her pantiless thighs. She was soaking wet. I looked at my wife and she was no longer the conservative woman that made sausage and mash every Thursday. She was a hot, desirable, lustful woman that looked incredible. “I’m horny, hornier than I’ve ever been in my life. I want to do this Mark. Let’s take a chance. If we let go of this opportunity, we may never get it again.” She hesitated a moment and added, ”Mark, we are both sluts for big cock and for pussy, why are we trying to deny it?”
With that simple declaration, everything in my world changed. There was no turning back. My wife of eight years had spoken the words that would alter their realties forever. They were sluts for big cock and pussy. I closed my eyes and opened them to a new reality. I wanted to be baptised with the golden nectar of Mistress; I wanted to be used by Craig any way he saw fit. I wanted to eat my wifes pussy when her belly was swollen and full with Craigs’s baby. It was as if in an instant I was a new person.
“Your car is ready,” the waiter announced as he held Mistress's chair out. she held her arm out for me to take and I did so willingly. Craig slid around and took Andrea’s arm and the we walked out arm in arm much differently than we had entered.
The limo was waiting for them at the curb. The driver held the door while we piled in. There was a full bar and TV and all the trappings of a limo but there was a case of openly displayed sex toys there as well. I tried not to stare and act nonchalant about it. Andrea was seated in between Mistress and Craig and I sat across from them. The car sat motionless as Mistress said, “Mark pull down your pants and bend over, I want to put a butt plug in you to get you ready for tonight.
I froze for a second. It was the exact same feeling I had in the bar. I was angry and defiant but intoxicated with the power this women held over me. She owned me and I did what she requested with pride, wanting to show my wife that I had no shame in being such a slut. I slid his pants down to my knees and followed instructions by kneeling on the floor of the limo.
“Andre, I want you to put it in, which one of these lovelies would you like to see in him . . . that one? Why not that one? Yes, I think he would like that one much better.” I arched my back. I wanted to take the biggest one there was with ease, to show that i could handle anything they dished out.
My wife inquired about lube and Craig said, “Damn, we forgot the lube, you’ll have to lick his asshole to get it wet or stick it in dry.” I froze. I feared that my wife would take out her anger at my infidelities on my unlubed asshole. My fears didn’t last long as I felt the soft touch of his wife’s tongue on my rear hole. In our entire time together, she had never done anything like that. It felt damn good. She was licking my ass and moaning. I glanced around to see that Mistress was fingering Andrea’s pussy at the same time. The pleasure I felt was quickly changed when i felt the tip of a gigantic butt plug about to penetrate me. I pushed out, like i was taking a shit, to accommodate the mammoth toy. It felt heavenly, finally filled where i had felt so empty since Craigk has last been there.
“Pull up your pants,” Craig said. He tapped on the window and the driver opened the door. Everyone looked at I and he knew he was expected to get out. I froze. The driver extended his hand and I emerged out into the night and turned back to see his wife and her two lovers fondling her openly. The driver closed the door and opened the passenger side door for me. I felt relieved momentarily, until I sat and felt the butt plug in my ass and moaned in discomfort. The driver, a white man that looked to be in his late forties, put the partition up between the front and back seat and pulled his cock out. It was already erect and I stared at him, wondering how many times he had done this sort of ritual with Craig and Mistress. The driver seemed happy to just stroke his cock occasionally, keeping it erect as he drove about the city.
The heavily tinted windows shielded them from the rest of the world. I was mesmerised by the events of the night. Within the last hour and a half, I had found out that my wife had been having a secret cyber affair with Craig, that that same man had fucked her in their very house, I'd revealed to my wife that I had become submissive to a dominatrix and enjoyed taking her lover’s cock in my ass. I had tasted the evidence of my wife drinking Mistress’s piss and I now had a huge butt plug in my ass sitting next to a man that was jerking off casually while my wife was in the back seat between two Dominant people. I rested my head on the partition and pulled my own cock out for some stimulation.
I was enjoying the night scenery, the pressure in my ass and the public wanking off, the driver and I were sharing when we heard moans coming from the back seat. They were the unmistakable moans of my wife, in the throws of ecstasy. I listened intently. She was screaming now, loudly, without censor. My wife was a slut, begging to get fucked.
Mistress turned on the intercom so I didn’t have to strain to hear. Every sound was as clear as a bell. “Yes Andrea, suck that big cock. It’s so much better than your hubby’s pathetic little one, isn’t it?” Andrea moaned her affirmation with a mouth full of meat. “You love that THICK, LONG DICK fucking your slutty mouth, don’t you?” Her punctuation of every word like a knife in my gut. There was more moaning and slobbering. I was embarrassed but more aroused than ever. I wanted to hear my wife say that his cock couldn’t satisfy her. I wanted her to say that only a big, cock could please her. I stroked harder and harder waiting to hear more.
He heard Craig say, “Look you bitch, if you are going to suck it, suck my fucking cock you whore,” and he heard the sounds of his wife choking. I knew Craig had his strong fingers grasping the blonde hair of my wife and was forcing her down on his stiff erection. He heard the sounds of Mistress slapping her ass and finally Andrea gasping for air.
“More, give me more of that superior cock,” she was screaming and coughing like a wounded animal. Every time I heard the staccato sound of her ass being slapped, her voice went down an octave like she was being transformed into a wild beast.
“Come here you cunt, eat my pussy and you better make me cum.” I had tears in my eyes; I was grinding in the seat and humping that butt plug deeper and deeper in my ass. I ached to see the action. “Yeah you cunt, eat my sweet cunt, show Mistress what a good little girl you are.” The words rang in my ears. I visualised my pristine wife of eight years lapping at the silky folds of flesh between the thighs of a Dominant woman. I heard her dress rip and I gasped for air. What was happening back there?
“Oh yes, fuck me Daddy. Mistress, make me eat your sweet, juicy pussy. Mistress, I’ve been such a bad girl, Tell Daddy to spank me hard while he rams that gorgeous cock in and out of my slutty pussy. I’m a bad girl, aren’t I Mistress. Only Bad girls like to get fucked like whores by big cocks and like to eat pussy, don’t they Mistressy?”
If he hadn’t heard that voice every day for the past 10 years of my life, I would have sworn it was someone else saying those words. i spit on my hand and stroked my cock even harder. Not ashamed any more, I lowered his pants, removed them and placed my feet on the dashboard. I grabbed the base of the butt plug and tried to push it deeper in while I kept listening to the sounds of my wife getting fucked.
“Want some more piss, slut? Want some more of Mistress’s sweet pee?” All I heard were moans. It was barely a second before he heard the unmistakable sounds of hot urine filling a mouth and swallowing, followed by coughing and sputtering. “You bitch, how dare you spill a drop of my precious golden wine.”
“I’m sorry Mistress, but, agraahhhhhhhhhh, Daddy was ramming my white useless twat so hard I couldn’t help myself. Let me make it up for you by licking your sexy asshole Mistress. Please, I would love to stick my tongue up your gorgeous shithole. That’s what nasty little white sluts like me do, right Mistress?”
The cum in my nuts was about to shoot out of his cock. I was stroking so hard, so fast, moaning louder than my wife. If I could just see what was happening. I heard Mistress moaning in sensual delight and the sounds of licking and the unmistakable sounds of hardcore fucking.
I heard the sounds of Desire on the verge of orgasm. He had heard those melodic sounds before and they were music to my ears. Craig was lost in his own pleasure as well, yelling out, “Take my cock, bitch, and take every fucking inch. If you’re lucky, I’ll cum in your used hole and let lover boy up there lick it out.
There was no turning back. I was out of control. My heart was aching. I needed to see the action. The words poured through the intercom, a mélange of voices and cries,” Fuck me, eat my pussy, take this cock bitch, it hurts, that feels good, more, don’t stop, fucking slut, use me . . .” it was a cacophony of erotic words made into a soundtrack of lust and pure, hedonistic desire.
I was sure that all four of them came at the same time. i captured my cum in my hand and licked it like a greedy slut, careful not to make a mess for the driver to have to clean up. The driver, erect and still stroking himself, concentrated on the road, surely hired for his services for his discretion and his safety.
The car pulled into the driveway of the Lowry. After a moment to pull myself together, the driver opened the passenger side door and I stepped out into the night. He opened the door to the back and Craig and Mistress emerged impeccably. Andrea had the obvious signs of being fucked. Her hair was matted and sweaty, her dress slightly torn, her lipstick smears across and her face was glistening with the telltale signs of cum. At that moment, I was sure I had never seen my wife look more beautiful. The doorman held the door for them.
“I’m pleased you’ll be staying with us this weekend. If there is anything you’ll require, be sure to let me know.”
Craig tipped him what looked to be a £50 and slapped him on the back. ‘We’re expecting six of our friends to show up in a couple of hours. Be sure to show them directly to our room. |
Looking forward to part 3!
got me so hard reading part 2 
