When I fell back on the bed, that kid didn't break contact. He just spread me open, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. "You are so fucking hot and sexy, lady. You taste amazing. I can't get enough." He was licking his lips, and making sure that he got all of my juices as they poured out of me and onto his eager young tongue.
"Honey, come over here. I want you to see something." He never complained; just stood, and came over sporting quite the erection. This was the first time that I had seen him this hard as, most times, he was just hard enough to fuck, and nothing more. It was pulsing in his hand and his pre-cum was bubbling over the top.
"Okay, kid, jerk off on my pussy!" I pushed him away, and watched as he stroked his cock in front of me. "That's it, I can see you're almost there." I moved a hand behind him, and slapped his ass hard.
"Fuck, here it cums!" He shot his cum all over my pussy. There was so much it started dripping down my crack.
"Okay, kid, now get out!" I watched as he gathered his clothes.
"And you, husband, get down and lick me clean."
He did what he was told, his cock straining for release. His tongue started to tentatively lick up that kid's thick cum. The kid watched for a second or two, then turned, and slipped out the door.
Once Pete was done licking it all up, he said, "I want to fuck you from behind."
I smiled, and got up onto my hands and knees. I felt him driving forward. Grabbing onto my ass cheeks, he spread the opening.
Moaning around my husband's cock, I felt him balloon up inside me. I stopped his momentum, and made sure that he realized that he wasn't going to cum until I had. He slowed down, instead, giving me long hard thrusts. That sent me over the edge. I orgasmed around his cock.
He then unloaded into my silky folds, and fell back panting.
My husband is now a cuckold. I couldn't be happier.
Toying with Pleasure
by Erica
Tony and I are a very sexual couple so we've always made it a point to explore different sexual positions. We even bought the Kama Sutra. But, it wasn't until a saleswoman came to our door that everything changed.
I didn't know this tall, long-legged, rather imposing woman standing at my door, but she was so insistent that I let her in, and allowed her to give me the sales pitch. I thought she was going to show me some sort of new toy for vacuuming my house. And, she did indeed have toys, but those of a more sexual nature.
"Wow, I never knew there was so many different sex toys before." I flicked a stray piece of blonde hair away from my face as I studied the equipment she had with her.
"Oh, yes, it's a multi-million dollar industry." She was still pulling stuff out of her case. "And, just between us girls, it allows us to go out of our comfort zone, and become an entirely different person."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, take this for instance." The girl held up a long, black, latex bodysuit. Wow. She towered over me, and had this silky, straight black hair. "When you wear this, your husband will submit to your every wicked desire. Want to tie him up?" She opened a case, and pulled out a bunch of items I've never seen before. "I have handcuffs, zip ties, and even silk scarves that would be perfect to truly make him your love slave."
"Oh my!" I ran my fingers along the cold handcuffs, which sent an electric thrill through me. "I'm not sure I could act that way."
"Every woman says that but, once you put on the outfit, the character will just come out naturally. Trust me, we all have that capability. We just have to let it out to play once in a while." She giggled. I couldn't help notice how young and firm she was. I don't normally get turned on by women but this one was just so damn sexy.
"Besides, I have heard from other clients and they were more than pleased with the results. Why don't you buy the starter kit, start out slow, and see where it takes you?" She passed me the kit, her fingers lightly grazing mine.
I don't know why I did it but I proposed an alternative. "Why don't you stick around? My husband will be home any minute. Maybe we can try this on him together?"
She looked me up and down with an appreciative smile. "Well, I don't have any more clients today. Why not? I could teach you both a thing or two." That was when she spun me around, and kissed me, her tongue lashing against mine. She had this tongue stud that made the kiss so taboo.
"Wow, that was so hot!" I ran my hands down her sides, only to have them slapped away.
"Did I say you could touch me?" She smiled, and pointed to the bodysuit. "Get me that suit."
I blinked in shock and arousal. I bent down, and picked up the bodysuit from the couch. "There you go."
She cocked her eyebrow. "There I go...what?"
A tremor went through me. I knew what she wanted to hear. "There you go, Mistress."
"Good, very good. That's a nice start." She took off her coat, and turned around. "Unzip my dress with your teeth."
I went over to her and, just using my teeth, I unzipped her all the way down to her tight ass. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. The dress dropped to the floor. She turned around, and sat down in one of the leather chairs.
"Get on your knees, and crawl to me." She spread her legs. Her pussy was bald but something glinted in the light. "Oh, you like that? It's a pussy piercing."
I fell to my knees, and crawled over to her on the hardwood floors. Once I got within a foot of her, she reached over and grabbed my head, pulling me in between her thighs. She tilted my head up, and looked down at me. "Ever lick pussy before?"
I shook my head no.
"Ah, a virgin. I like it. Use your tongue to lick from the bottom of my pussy to the top. That's when you'll curl your tongue around my clit piercing, and lightly suck. Got it?"
I nodded.
"Okay, that pussy isn't going to lick itself." She spun her fingers in my blonde hair, and pulled me to her. "Get to licking. Let's see what I'm working with."
I could smell her scent. It was like an intoxicating blend of strawberries and peaches. I tentatively stuck my tongue out, and tasted her. "Mmmm..."
"Oh, fuck yes! Just like that!" She grinded against my face, and kept me there.
Neither of us heard the key in the door.
She pushed me away from her, reached up, and tore my t-shirt open down the middle. A long, sharp fingernail ripped through the flimsy fabric of my bra. My tits fell out into her hands. She slapped each one hard with her hand.
"Oh, yes, make me your bitch, Mistress!" I yelled, my breath coming in gasps.
Neither of us heard my husband's briefcase softly hit the floor.
"Yes, you are going to make a suitable slut." She pinched my nipples between her fingers. "Now, get back to licking. I want to have my first orgasm before your husband comes home."
I immediately went back to licking her sweet pussy. Her hands were all over me. I felt my sweatpants being lowered. She got the surprise this time. I wasn't wearing panties. "Oh, you seem to be a little bit naughty." She caressed my firm ass cheeks, and slapped my ass with a resounding snap that echoed through the house.
"Mmmmph!" It was all I could say in response as my tongue was now deep in her pussy.
Neither of us heard the gentle tapping of my husband's shoes as he tiptoed into the room.
I kept licking, flicking my tongue along her clit, lightly sucking that tiny little nub, and doing everything she told me to do.
"Yes, I`m fucking cumming!" She gyrated, shook, and dug her nails into the back of my head. "Lick it all up, my dear."
I did that willingly. She was delicious. I felt my thighs being spread apart. A tongue, which couldn't be her, was licking my pussy. It was familiar. I knew at that instant that my husband was home.
He looked up, and said these chilling words: "I knew you'd be into it." It was all a set-up to introduce me to a world of dominant delights. Oh, he was going to pay for this, you can bet on that.
That was the beginning of a new lifestyle for both of us.
A Secret Fantasy Finally Fulfille
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by Joan
My husband, Brad, had a secret fetish but he denied it. I found out about it, and decided to surprised him one night, adding a new twist to our relationship.
"Why won't you just admit you like it and then we can move on?" I was only teasing him up to this point but I secretly suspected he was turned on by this kind of sexual play.
"Because, I'm not gay and I don't want to talk about this anymore," he huffed as he zipped up his pants.
"Fine, but I know what I saw you watching on the Internet...and they weren't women."
"I don't care what you thought you saw," he said as he stood up. "It wasn't guys and I'm not talking about this anymore." He walked out, and slammed the door behind him.
I had to admit that, for 45 years old, he does keep himself in good shape. That ass is a work of art and his body is his temple. He's actually teaching me to eat right but I still enjoy the decadent foods I so love.
Going back over to the computer, I stop in front of the mirror, and look at my short red hair, a little shorter than I would've liked but it's so much easier to wash. I have long, lean legs for almost six feet tall, and nice breasts that are more than a mouthful. I have to say, at 32, I almost have the same body I had back in my early 20's.
The password on his computer was easy to crack and then it was just a matter of searching the last places he'd visited. There were gay sites, Femdom sites, and even strap-on domination sites that I got a real kick out of watching. I was starting to formulate a plan. This would be a side of me that Brad had never seen before. I'd only done this a few times with an old boyfriend but I still had all the stuff in my closet, locked away in a box that I told my husband was old letters and photos.
Brad made all his money in computers and I have to say that he does take great care of me. So, doing this for him was going to be my pleasure.
A few hours later, he returned. All I had to do was wait, and reveal my little surprise to him, but not until I had him right where I wanted him. He walked into the dark bedroom and, before he had a chance to react, I had placed a pair of fur-lined handcuffs on his wrists. For a woman, I am deceptively strong. But, again, I hadn't shown that side of myself to him before.
"What is this?!" He yelled, trying to shake me off. "Let me out of these right now!" The light came on and I was standing there in nothing but a thick, 8-inch strap-on affixed to my waist.
"Honey, what the hell is that?!" Now he looked scared.
"You will call me Mistress Joan," I commanded. "And, this is your new boyfriend. Now, take a seat right there on that chair in the corner." I pushed him onto the chair. He watched with his mouth open in awe.
It was perfect.
I just marched up, and pushed the head of the strap-on into his mouth. "Open that mouth wide, bitch, and show me what you want to do with those guys on the Internet." I felt him gag at being introduced to this game. "It's okay if you want to explore but I'm doing it with you."
His resistance waned but then he gave in, and started to slowly lick the head. I leaned forward, sliding a few inches of the base into his mouth. "Damn, I didn't know how sexy you'd look with a cock in your mouth, bitch, or we would've been doing this, and a whole lot more, a long time ago." I moved one hand behind his head.
All he could do was look at my face with his mouth full. I wanted to see if he could deep-throat me. Putting steady pressure forward, I watched the next couple of inches tap the back of his throat. I held his head to me, and made him swallow the whole thing. I pulled it out quickly. His saliva was coating the entire strap-on.
"I can't believe you made me do that, Mistress Joan," he choked out.
"That's nothing. Wait till you feel my cock in that tight little ass of yours, bitch." He looked down at the menacing thing. I saw the look of trepidation on his face. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle...at first anyway."
I ordered him to lie on the bed. Seeing that he was hard in his pants, I pulled his pants and underwear off his body to see his modest, 7-inch cock straining and throbbing. It looked about ready to go off.
Lifting his legs, I saw his little rosebud. I did something that I hadn't done since dating that old boyfriend. I bent down, and gave him a rim job, trailing my tongue around his ass while he squirmed, and let out a long moan. "Ohhhhhhh!" he wailed. "What are you doing? It feels so good."
He didn't know that I was very proficient at this type of thing but he was about to find out. His ass was loose enough, and my cock was dripping with his spit. It was time for the grand finale.
Holding onto his legs, I positioned the cock at his entrance and, with insistent pressure, the head popped in and took his breath away. "Ahhhhhhhhhh."
I didn't give him a chance to protest, and slammed all eight thick inches into his ass. I watched as my cock disappeared from view. "Fuck! Fuck! Stop, it hurts!" Using my knees for leverage, I gave him his fantasy. I looked down to see my fake balls bouncing off his ass. It only took a minute for the sensation to turn from pain to pleasure.
"Oh, it feels so fucking good. I think I'm going to cum!" Sure enough, his cock went off without anybody touching it. He shot his load all over himself. That alone made me cum myself.
Taking the cock out of him, I unstrapped the dildo. I heard it hit the floor with a thud. "There, now that that's out of the way, we can really have some fun."
Yes, he was definitely in for more of this treatment and he now knew I was just the woman to give it to him.
A Little Leather
by Dana
My marriage is great. My husband, Gary, is tall, dark and handsome. We have so much money from winning the lottery that it would be impossible to spend it all in one lifetime. That's why I'm using a different name to write this...well, that's one of the reasons. So, with all that, why am I so unsatisfied when it comes down to a small but significant part of myself, one that I would love to let loose once in a while?
We've been married for a few years and, seeing that he wasn't going to initiate anything different in the bedroom, I decided the direct approach would serve me well. I went shopping the other day, and bought all sorts of good stuff.
He was sleeping when I got home the other night. I had him exactly where I wanted him. He is a heavy sleeper so he didn't feel me gently tying him spread-eagle to the bed with four of his own silk ties. He sleeps nude so getting his clothes out of the way wasn't an issue. He was starting to come to but his eyes were still closed.
I stood there having second thoughts about what I wanted to do but I had gone that far, and was really looking forward to going all the way. My attire consisted of a black corset made of all leather and it stuck to my body like a second skin. I had the merry widow outfit on. The sales clerk told me that I looked fantastic in it. My breasts were overflowing the top. My husband was lying there with a serene look on his face. He had no idea that he was about to be dominated.
To lend an air of mystery, I put a blindfold on him, and sat down on his chest, playing lightly over his nipples. If there is one sensitive part of his body, it's his nipples. I learned that early on in our relationship.
They were hard little pebbles now. I reached for the nipple clamps, and put them on him. He began to squirm in the bed, wide awake now. Turning the screws on him, I tightened them, and kept going until his mouth formed this little O. I stuck my finger in his mouth.
"Hey, what's this?" he asked in shock.
"Gary, I am Mistress Lana and I have been sent here by your wife to punish you."
"Dana, this isn't funny and I want..." He received a smart slap to his face for speaking out of turn.
"You want to please Mistress Lana and that's all you want to do." I gave his nipples a very hard twist to illustrate my point.
"Fuck, my nipples hurt!" He struggled under me, but wasn't going anywhere. I had him pinned.
"Good, I like to give my slaves pain and pleasure. It rewards and punishes them for their behavior." Gary tried to pull at the ties holding him down but he wasn't going anywhere. He event
ually gave up, and tried to appeal to my better nature.
"Dana, seriously, you've had your...ahhhhh!" Turning the screws on the nipple clamps a little more, his body arched off the bed, his muscles bulging with the effort.
"I thought I made it clear that I was Mistress Lana."
"Okay, Mistress Lana." He was out of breath from exerting all his strength on the ties that bound him. He was mine now.
"Much better. Now, we can begin." I took regular clothespins, and attached them to his balls. He was biting his tongue, trying to stop himself from crying out. I liked that he was finally subservient to my desires. I reached down, and slapped his cock, making it flex involuntarily.
"Fuck! That hurts Mistress Lana!" It was more of an afterthought to say Mistress but it pleased me very much.
"Good, I want it to hurt." Climbing up to his face, I sat my weight down. His tongue entered my moist and wanton pussy. It grabbed his tongue. I sat down fully, taking it into my body. "Yes, that's how I like it." His mouth and lips could get me off in seconds and he knew just where to touch to send me off. "Yes, fuck my pussy with that worthless tongue of yours. Fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" My eyes closed and I squirted my juices all over his face. I loved seeing him act the little slut for me.
In the midst of my wild orgasm, I turned around slowly on his tongue so I was facing his prone form. His cock was hard as a rock. It brought a wicked smile to my face. "I knew you'd like this. I have wanted to do this for so long." I reached down, and pulled up on the nipple clamps, pulling his nipples up, stretching them out before my eyes.
"Fuck, that hurts more, Mistress!" His chest heaved up, trying desperately to escape the sweet torture I was inflicting on him.
I just giggled. "Of course it hurts, sweetie. It's meant to." I released my hands, and let his nipples snap back to his chest. They seemed longer now. "You know how I like playing with your nipples. I know it drives you fucking insane."
"Tell me what you want me to do?" He asked. "I'll do anything you say, Mistress."
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