You are a single girl renting from an old widower. It's a nice size room so you use it to make extra money on the side with Cam Shows, from time to time. Today the weather is nice and you have the windows open so you feel a cool breeze blow through. You smell the scent of fresh cut grass, and the soft sound of the electric mower as I'm outside mowing the lawn.
It's a good day to do a Cam Show, so you turn on your ring light, sign into your account, and start streaming. Looking at the camera connected to your laptop, you slowly caressing yourself. Rubbing yourself through the fabric, that feels so good against your skin, then slowly unzip the top.
There's a loud knock at your door, as I yell. “I don’t know what you are doing, but it’s visible from the street.”
Opening your door, your top unzipped and your bra is all that’s covering your breasts, you grab my t-shirt, wet with sweat from yard work, and pull me into your room.
"You told me that this is my room to do whatever I want in. True?"
And I nod “But…”
"And I pay my rent on time, and I’m a clean and friendly tenant?" You continue.
“Yes, but…”
"One of the ways I make money, is making sexy videos on my laptop. People pay me good money for that."
You still have your cam feed going. And fans are typing suggestions. “Get back to the show.”“Kick him out”,“Suck his cock” “Fuck her hard” and so on. There are ‘dings’ as each comment posts.
“I agree. But close your curtains. What is that ‘ding’ noise?” You show me the screen. I see the tips on the screen too.
You undo your bra and start playing with your nipples. “What are you doing….mmmffgg” I start to ask as you grab my head and pull my face to your round breast. I hear more dings. I suck your nipple and it hardens in my mouth.
You undo my jeans and pull out my cock. You lick your fingers and slowly stroke my hardening shaft. I suck your other nipple. "That’s it baby, suck my nipple. Your dick is getting hard."
As you stroke me faster, you want your pussy licked. You let go, and push me to my knees. You unzip your black jeans…. Slide them down your hips. You grab my hair and push my face against your pussy. "Lick my pussy, baby."
Your panties are still on. I lick the fabric. You feel my tongue press the fabric against your pussy lips. There are more dings on your laptop.
"Pull down my panties and stick your tongue in my pussy." You command. I pull them down quickly and look at your smooth pussy, seeing it for the first time. You press my face against it. My damp mustache and beard feel different but good as I lick up and down, unsure of what I’m doing. I grab your hips for leverage as I slide my tongue inside of you. You grind your pussy against my mouth. The dings continue faster.
You pull me up and push me to the bed. "Get on and lie there." You command. I’m a bit confused, but do as you order. You move the laptop so the camera gets a better view of your bed.
You grab my cock and suck it. Looking into the camera, you deep throat my hard but small cock. The fans love it. My cock fills your mouth.
"I’m going to ride you. I want that dick in my pussy." You say as you strip off your black jeans and remove your damp, black panties. You climb on top of me, straddling my hips and guiding my cock into to you. It slides into your wet cunt. "Pull my nipples." You command as you lower yourself on my shaft.
Your fans see a side view. You hear the dings as they tip more. I pull your nipples a little, as you start to rock back and forth. You grind your clit as you move forward. "Pull them harder." You say rocking back and forth faster and harder. You feel pleasure building inside of you. My little dick feels good to ride.
You are going to cum, but you aren’t going to stop until I cum. A thought pops into your head, as you feel your pussy throbbing and pulsing as you cum. Then you get off of me and show your wet messy pussy to the camera. The fans tip more, before you blow a kiss to the camera and turn it off.
"That’s how I make my rent money. Now I want you to cum for me." You tell me as you grab my cock as slowly stroke it.
You lie on the bed, spread your legs and pull me on top of you. I adjust myself and slide my dick into you. I slowly push my cock deeper each thrust. I lean forward so my hairy chest rubs your large breasts and hard nipples. You look deep into my eyes as you feel me going in and out.
It feels good, so I go a bit faster and harder. You reach down and rub your clit. I’m breathing harder. “Your pussy feels so good.“ My cock feels nice and slick inside of you. “I’m going to cum. Should I pull out?” You rub your clit harder, so you can cum again. You spread your legs wider and pull me into you. I keep going, sweating as I fuck you harder. My chest continuing to rub against yours.
You hold my face and have me look directly in your eyes. "Look at me when you cum." I slow my thrusts, but they are still hard. I thrust and hold it. You feel me throbbing inside of you.
I try to close my eyes and look away. You grab my face. "Look at me, I said." I look into your eyes as I grunt loudly. You feel my cum spurt inside of you. Your pussy feels so wet and warm. "Kiss me." You command. And I do as my softening dick slips from you.
“You a break on next month’s rent” I say as I get dressed.
You kiss my cheek, "And if I need a partner to help earn more, I'll let you know." you say with a wink as I leave, to get back to yard work.
You wake up early, feeling your husband’s back pressed against yours. The alarm will go off in another 15 minutes or so, but you want a few minutes before he gets up. Slowly you climb out of bed, and throw on your silk robe.
You fire up the coffee maker, and then go to the computer, to look at Evan Andrews’ request. Rereading it, and looking at his photo, you aren’t sure you should even do the interview. But if you ‘Reject’ without talking to him, what does that say about your fears and desires. His sexual activity preference list reads like someone who wants to be in control. He tried to fuck you again after you broke off the affair. But that was almost a year ago. The last time you saw him was a few months ago, when you left your previous job.
“Still debating what to do about him?” your husband asks as he hands you a cup of coffee.
You take it and take a sip. It feels hot and strong, like you like it. “If I don’t meet him, am I running away?” you ask quietly.
He pulls up a chair and sits next to you. “Read it to me like it was any other new client, My Love”.
You review his questionnaire out loud, stressing that there is no bondage, no spanking, no discipline of any kind mentioned. He just wants sex.
“And do you, as Mistress Monica, take those kind of clients?” He asks as he sips his coffee.
“No. It sounds like he wants a prostitute. Someone to pay and fuck.” You say a little more confidently.
He stands and kisses your forehead. “Do the interview portion and reject him to his face, or reject him and give him to someone else. I’m going to shower and get ready for work. Today is ‘delivery day’ so I’ll be on the forklift all day.”
You stand and kiss him. “Yes my strong manservant, get cleaned and dressed for work. I’ll pack you a lunch.”
“You could join me in the shower, if you want.” He says with a playful grin.
“If I did that, I’d want to use you all morning and you’d be late for work. Then I would have to punish you, for being naughty.” You respond in a sexy tone.
“Mistress knows best.” He says as he finished his coffee and puts the mug in the sink. You make him a quick lunch of a couple of sandwiches, a bag of chips, an apple and an orange, plus refilling his large water bottle. It all fits nicely in the lunch cooler you bought for him years ago. You also fill a travel mug of coffee and refill your cup.
He comes into the kitchen smelling of Bay Rum and Sandalwood. His work coveralls look crisp and clean. “Here you go.” You say handing him his lunch and his mug. “Be good at work and be careful.” You kiss and he gives you a firm embrace.
“And you have a good day at work too. Discipline all of those ‘naughty boys’. If you pull out something for dinner, I’ll make it when I get home.”
“Ok. How about fish tonight?” you say as he nods and heads out the door.
You quickly pull a couple of frozen fillets and place them in the refrigerator to thaw. You then go back to the computer, and Hit “Accept”. You want to do the interview portion and reject him in-person.
You only have a couple of sessions before Evan’s scheduled time. One is Barry, who needed to be paddled for his mistakes, and the other was George who needed to beg and grovel before you as his female boss, licking your shoes clean, being told “how worthless he is and how lucky his is to still work for you.” His kink is masturbation and denial. So, to help prove his “worthiness” he sits on a metal chair and strokes himself as you tease him with your low cut top and short skirt, showing the tops of your stockings, but concealing whether or not you are wearing panties. You sit on the top of your desk, crossing and uncrossing your legs as he strokes and listens to you. You have him stop multiple times as you talk about his size and his performance, then he starts stroking again. Today you allow him to cum, he then has to lick his jizz from his fingers and then wipe the metal chair.
After the room is empty, you look in the mirror, do you want the blouse showing your cleavage, or do you want to change into something different? You know that some of the other Dom’s put on a thick terrycloth robe, to cover their outfit during the interview phase. Yes, you’ll do that.
The Dungeon keeps a stock of these white cotton robes with “The Dungeon” embroidered on the left side.
You pull one from the storage cabinet and put it on. It is soft and warm. Your “office” is not as cold as some of the other sets. Your room is hardwood and paneling. Some of the other rooms kept the cold stone and cinder-block look.
The phone on your desk rings. “Mistress, your next appointment is here.”
“Please escort him in.” you say as you set your laptop on the desk, and pull up Evan’s request.
A moment later there is a knock at the door and the receptionist opens it. “Mistress, here is your next appointment.”
“Thank you.” You respond and motion for Evan to sit in the metal chair. You don’t look at him, but instead stare at the screen. ‘Hans’, a large muscular ‘slave’ in a ‘gimp’ mask, follows and stands silently by the closed door.
Evan is wearing sport coat, tie, and slacks. He must have had a client meeting today. “You look good.” He says as he crosses his legs and tries to lean back in the stiff metal chair.
“In here you will address me as Mistress Monica, Mistress, or Ma’am. Is that clear.” You say in a calm but stern tone. “Do you understand what goes on here?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m going to pay to have sex with you.” He says in a cocky tone. “We used to fuck for free. But now you work here, and I’ll pay for that pussy.”
“You don’t want to be at ‘The Dungeon’. You want a brothel. You don’t want to learn from a Dominatrix, you want a whore to fuck.” You say in a dismissive tone.
“Learn? Is that what people do here? I saw the website. All I saw was people wearing leather, getting spanked. Isn’t that what you do?” He responds.
You stand up, walk around the desk and rest against the top, your stocking clad legs showing through the robe.
“You aren’t ready to learn what I do.” You say in a seductive tone. “I read your questionnaire. You just want a hole to fuck. That makes for bad sex.”
“What do you teach here?” he asks in a sarcastic tone.
You walk up to him and softly caress the side of his face. “We teach various aspects of pleasure. Types of pleasure, that based on your answers, you aren’t ready to explore.”
“You like how we fucked. Isn’t that why I’m here?” He says, trying to gain control.
You take a step back and rest your firm ass on the desk’s edge. Looking at your nicely manicured fingernails, you respond, “No. I was curious if you had changed, but were just too cowardly to write your real answers.”
He moves to stand. “Sit” you command, and ‘Hans’ steps up and places a meaty hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down on the chair. He looks at him. “What’s his deal? Is he your slave?”
You nod for ‘Hans’ to step back. “No. He works here as an enforcer. He dresses that way because his Mistress likes it and its his sign of loyalty to her and this place.” You step closer again, and lean forward almost putting your face to his. In a soft but firm tone you say. “I’ve seen your work. I know how you do things. You get by on your ‘pretty boy looks’ and by saying the right things. You think that you have a big dick and women want you because of that. You’re wrong. I quickly learned how poor of a lover you are when I quit you. You don’t understand how to give a woman an orgasm, you just want to fuck until she moans enough. You don’t understand loyalty and submission. These are words ‘used by other people, but don’t apply to you’. You’ve cheated on your wife for so long, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t found someone to give her the orgasms you aren’t.”
“You’re such a cunt.” He says in an angry tone.
You smile at that. “A cunt that you just want to fuck again. To prove to yourself what a ‘man’ you are. My husband, for all of his flaws, is ten times the lover you are. I should send him to your house to teach your wife what she’s really missing. But you want to be the client, not her. You’re not worth it.” You say as you turn away from him and sit back behind your desk.
“This was your Interview. Your deposit will be refunded. You are not a good fit.” You type on your laptop that he is “rejected”, and put a note that you recommend not assigning him to another Dom. He won’t be a good client.
You tell him what you typed, and hit enter. “Hans, please escort him out.”
“No. Wait. That’s not fair. I’m paying for you. You have to do what I want.” He says like a spoiled brat. You motion for ‘Hans’ to stop, but stay close.
“Mister Andrews, you obviously didn’t read the website carefully. This is a private club. You are paying for your membership and for my time. Your membership can be denied or revoked. As I said, you are not a good fit. You don’t want to learn, you want to be in control and to fuck. You can’t even control yourself.” You stand up again, open the robe to show your cleavage and short skirt. “You don’t know what I’ve learned in the past year, and what I can teach you. Go find yourself a hooker, or better yet go back to your wife. You have been rejected.” You walk to door and open it. “Hans, please escort Mister Andrews out.”
The muscled gimp places a hand on Evan’s shoulder and firmly twists his other arm behind his back. “This way sir.” He says in a deep voice. You close the door behind him.
“Too bad.” You say to yourself. “I would have liked paddling that ass. My husband will be so disappointed I didn’t.”
You look at your schedule, there aren’t any more clients. You put away your things and have the office set so another Dom can use it if they need.
You are home before your husband so you make dinner. Baked fish with a white wine sauce, steamed vegetables, brown rice, and a simple tossed salad, all of which is ready just before he arrives home.
“How was your day? Dinner’s ready.” You yell as you hear his steel-toed boots hit the foyer floor. He comes into the kitchen, rumpled, dirty, coveralls unbuttoned down to his waist. His t-shirt is damp with sweat. “It was a busy day. Let me get changed and cleaned up.”
You give him a kiss, and feel the stubble on his face. “Make sure you shave.” You say in a playful tone. “Do you want to tell me about your day? Or wait until you’re clean?” as you kiss him harder.
“I want to be clean for you. Be back in a few minutes.” He says, as he pulls off his t-shirt.
You dish up the plates and put them on the table, pouring a glass of white wine for each of you. He comes back, freshly showered, wearing a clean t-shirt and sweat pants. “That looks and smells so good.”
You smile at him, “Just like you.”
As you eat, you listen to him tell you about his day. The trucks he unloaded, the pallets he moved, and the shipments he loaded. “It sounds like a tough day.”
“It was, My Love.” He says leaning back, sipping his wine. “How was yours?”
You smile broadly, “It was better than I planned.” You explain that you did the interview with Evan.
“I’m glad to hear it. I wasn’t sure which you were going to choose this morning.”
“I decided to do it face to face. See and evaluate him in-person, then if he hadn’t changed, reject him.” You finish your wine. “I told him that he didn’t measure up, and that you are a much better lover than him.”
“Really?” He asks, with a smile.
You get up, walk behind him and whisper seductively, “I told him because you are a better lover, and I should send you over to give his wife the orgasms she’s missing.”
“Do you like the thought of that, My Love? Me pleasuring her on your command?” He responds playfully, taking one of your hands and kissing your fingertips.
You kiss his cheek. “If you hadn’t had such a tiring day, I’d have you show me how you would pleasure a strange woman.”
“I never said I was tired.” He says with a grin.
“I cooked, so why don’t you clean the kitchen. I’ll see you in the bedroom when you’re done.” You kiss him again and take your dirty dishes away.
“Of course, My Love.” He says with a devilish smile.
“I might even put on something a ‘housewife’ might wear. Just to make things more fun.” You say playfully.
In the bedroom you strip off your bra and panties, looking for a set of plain white cotton underwear, and then in your closet you find a simple spring dress. Its one bought as part of the “teacher” collection of outfits, something a kindergarten teacher would wear.
You hear the sound of the dishwasher, and your husband’s footsteps.
Turning you look at him with a fake look of surprise, and a sitcom accent. “Oh my, are you the handy man, come to give me what I’m missing?”
He smiles, hugs you tightly answering in a western drawl, “Yes Ma’am, I’m here to give you what you need.” He then picks you up and carries you to bed, where he takes his time pleasuring you.
When he’s done, you hold each other and you say softly. “You are my good boy. Thank you.”
He kisses you, smiles, and drifts off to sleep. You snuggle into his chest and fall asleep too.
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After a day working at “The Dungeon”, you pull into the driveway. Seeing that your husband is already home, you smile to yourself, “Yes, I need him to help me relax”.
As you walk in, you notice that the house still looks great. You hang up your purse and take off your black pumps. The cool of the tile in the foyer feels good through your nylons.
“Oh you’re home.” You hear him say as he comes from the laundry room “I just started a load of wash with my work coveralls. When they’re done, do you need me to do a load of yours, My Love?” He is wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, as he comes closer. “You look a little tired. Was it a long day at work?”
You smile and hug him. “Yes, my loyal manservant, it was. Will you rub my feet?” You started playfully calling him your ‘loyal manservant’ after Madam Shade referred to him that way in the Club.
“Of course, My Love.” He responds honestly.
You go to the couch, have him sit on one end, as you sit on the other, placing your feet in his lap. “Do you want to tell me about your day?” He asks as he slowly rubs the bottom of your right foot. Softly at first, but then he adds more pressure to the balls of your feet and then down the arch. His hands are so strong and rough from his warehouse job, but they feel amazing.
You sigh and relax into the couch. “Do you really want to hear about my clients?”
“Of course.” He responds. The first time you did this, you were worried that he was getting some new excitement from hearing about your job as a “Mistress Monica” but soon you realized that he was just being the attentive husband you trained him to be, and that he wants you to relax and vent if you need. “What roles did you play today?”
“I was an Executive, a Teacher, and a Senior Manager.” You say in a relaxed tone as he takes your left foot and massages it. “Today I used my Office setting, and the Boardroom setting.” You explain.
“Which one did you use as a Teacher?” He asks as he slowly flexes and pulls your toes.
That feels so good. You close your eyes, “I used the office set. I had the staff bring in a couple of student desks to help with the setting.”
He nods. “So is this a “bad student” who needs to be disciplined?”
You sigh and smile. “Aren’t they all.” As he slowly massages both feet and rotates your ankles, you continue relating parts of your day.
“Should I move from your feet to your legs?” he asks.
You feel the softness of the couch against your back and pause weighing the options of a massage that would lead to sex, or going to the bedroom undressing and having sex there. “Lets move to the bedroom.”
“Of course My Love.” He responds as he moves your feet from his lap, stands and then extends his hand to you.
He helps you up. “I like how you look in those sweatpants.” You comment.
He smiles. “I just wanted something comfortable once I got home.”
You reach down and give his crotch a gentile squeeze. “Are you wearing the silk panties I like on you?”
He leans in and kisses you. “Of course. You told me to continue wearing them. They feel soft and remind me of you all day.” You feel his dick harden through his pants.
Leading him to the bedroom, you have him pull down his pants and get on the bed. His hard little dick makes a beautiful silk tent of the white panties.
As he lies on the bed, you slowly strip off your blouse, teasing him, slowly revealing the black bra underneath. He puts his hands behind his head, knowing that he can’t touch himself without your permission. He’s well trained, obedient, but still masculine in the ways you need. His time at the gym with you helps to tone the muscles he doesn’t use at his job, making him so much more attractive to you than he was a year ago.
You set the blouse on the chair and then slowly unzip the skirt, swaying your hips in a way you know turns him on. He licks his lips in anticipation but doesn’t say anything. As you put your skirt on your blouse, you smile at him. “Good boy. You are nice and hard for me.”
“Yes, My Love.” He responds with a broad smile.
You keep the stockings and garter belt on but slowly slide your black lace panties off, revealing your nicely trimmed bush.
You hear him exhale with anticipation, but true to his training, he doesn’t say a word without permission.
Your fingers pull down the front of his panties and his nice hard dick lies on his stomach. You take it and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy how he feels in your mouth. Not too big and nicely shaped. You lick and suck him slowly, then move onto the bed and straddle his head. He knows what you need. With out a word, he lovingly licks your damp pussy. You feel his tongue explore your folds as you slowly move your hips back and forth. As you lick and suck, you slowly stroke him. “You’re nice and excited for me. Let me give you a nice reward and you.” You purr in a seductive tone.
“Thank you Mist..um.. My Love.” He responds and then sucks your clit. It’s tempting to grind against his mouth and lose yourself in pleasure, but you want to reward him for doing everything so well.
So you get off him, remove your bra, then straddle him again, this time slowly lowering yourself over his hard prick. You rub your wet lips across it a few times before you feed him into you. Then you start rocking back and forth. Slowly at first and then harder. He places his hands on your thighs and softly moans. “That’s it. Feel me on you. Using you for my pleasure.” You say in a soft but controlling tone.
“Yes, My Love.” He responds and moves his hips to thrust into you. It’s good, but not what you need, so you grab his wrists and hold them down, leaning over him, and riding him faster. Your clit grinding against his smooth pubic mound every time you flex forward.
Your pleasure builds and you squeeze him with your knees. “Oh Yes” you hear him say as you cum. You feel him pulsing inside of you too.
You smile, because now you are a sticky mess that he’ll clean with his talented tongue. You lean forward and kiss him. “I think you came in me, didn’t you?”
“Yes. My Love. I’ll clean you.”
“Good Boy” you say as you roll off him and lie back. He takes his time licking, sucking, and cleaning you, as you orgasm a couple more times.
His mouth is wet with your juices, as you kiss him again.
“I needed that.” You say, then continue “Why don’t you check on laundry. I’ll heat up dinner. Don’t we still have leftovers from what you cooked yesterday?”
He nods and smiles as he gathers your ‘work clothing’.
You pull off your stockings and garter belt, hanging them up, and pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. You are tired of wearing a bra.
In the kitchen, you microwave and dish up a couple of plates. Your husband asks “Would Milady like wine tonight or something else?”
In a moment he is seated across the small table from you. “Is there anything else you need, my Love?”
You look at him, pick up your fork, and smile. “Not right now.”
After dinner, he cleans the kitchen, while you check your work phone. There is a new client request. You look at the name. Evan Andrews.
You sigh, that’s the name of the bastard you used to work with. You used to fuck him too, but that was before you changed your life and saved your marriage.
It might not be him, it could be another Evan Andrews. You go to your computer and log in to “The Dungeon”. On your page you see a new client request with a completed “client questionnaire”. The attached ID photo is of the Evan you knew. You shake your head, and chew on your lower lip as you read his answers.
“Sexual Activity: Giving Cunnilingus, Receiving Blow Job, including Rough Blow Job. Give Vaginal Sex, Give Anal Sex, No Condoms.” You don’t see anything about Spanking, Bondage, or Safe Words. This is not the kind of client you take. You are very tempted to hit “Reject, assign to different Server.”
You feel your husband’s hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright?” You hadn’t heard him walk up, so you are startled.
You look up at him, “I’m fine, it’s just a work request. But I think I will turn it down.”
“Why? He looks like a handsome enough guy. The kind of guys you picked up at The Club.” He says in a soft but neutral tone.
You reassuringly pat his hand. “He is the kind of guy I used to like to fuck. Actually he is the big dick loser I used when I cheated on you.”
He looks a little confused “Going to the Club wasn’t cheating. That was you getting the big cock you craved, and returning home.”
You shake your head. “No, he was before all of this. He was cheating on his wife and fucking me, before I stopped, and we made changes.”
“Oh. You never told me who he was.” He says in a softer tone.
You stand up, turn and hug your husband reassuringly. “At the time I was angry and confused. We made changes. For the better. We are still together and I love you.” It’s a phrase you rarely say to him, even though he calls you “My Love” all the time. You feel his strong arms around you as he returns your hug and kisses your neck.
Relaxing your hold, you look at him. “I was going to hit ‘Reject’ and have it assigned to someone else.”
He stops for a second and smiles. “Does he know how much stronger and better you are now?”
“He got a taste of it before I quit my old job. He was part of my contract team.”
“Was he good at contracts? Or did he make mistakes that you covered and corrected?”
“He was the ‘smooth talking’ kind of ‘good old boy’ that some clients wanted but wasn’t really good at completing the details.” You reply not really seeing where this is going.
He smiles broader, “I think you should do like you do for some of your clients who are poor performers. Secure him and paddle him until he does better.”
You hit save. You’ll look at it again in the morning. If you approve it, you can still cancel after the Initial Interview.
“Does it excite you, the idea of me punishing him.” You ask in a seductive tone.
“Yes. My Love.” He says taking your hand, and leading you to the bedroom. “I love the idea of you taking a man who you said was a sad loser with a big cock, tying him down, paddling his ass until it’s red, and then teasing him until he is about to cum, then denying his release. Telling him ‘get dressed, his session is done’. Then he has to return to his wife and explain both his red ass and his blue balls.”
You laugh at that. “My wicked ways are starting to rub off on you.”
“May I make love to you again, my Love?” He asks as he gives you a side hug.
“Of course. My loyal manservant. Show me the pleasures you can give. Let’s enjoy tonight. Tomorrow is another day”
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You have been working at “The Dungeon” for a couple of months now. You like it. Unlike your previous “corporate job”, you get to set your own schedule, as long as you coordinate with the other Mistresses and Masters. Each of you has a specialty.
You, as “Mistress Monica”, are a “white collar” professional. Your roles include being a Manager, a Doctor, a Lawyer, a Teacher, and even Chairman of the Board. It all depends on what the client needs.
Today you are a ‘Senior Manager’. Your client, Barry is someone who is apparently works in some sort of office. His fantasy is to be punished by a female boss for making mistakes. Today’s fantasy is for him to bring you paperwork to review that he has worked hard on. When you find mistakes, he is to be punished. If his work is perfect, then he is to be sexually rewarded.
You have your room set up with a large wooden desk and bookcases against the wall. Checking yourself in the full length mirror at the other end of the room, you look sexy and professional. A silk blouse, buttoned to your neck but sheer enough that your black lace bra is visible. Your hip hugging pencil skirt feels good, as it rubs against your black stockings. Today you have on black lace panties, but sometimes, with Barry, you don’t wear panties, flash him, and then punish him for not paying attention to his work. His punishments are agreed to via chats on your Dungeon account, the day prior. Sometimes he wants spanked, sometimes made to stroke himself but denied climax, and other times he wants yelled at and told how worthless he is. You have even threatened to fuck his ass with a large strap-on dildo. All of it gets him excited.
The best part for you is it’s physical and emotional control of him, and very little physical sex. He’s attractive enough if you wanted to use him for sex, but he’s paying to be dominated and controlled, like all of your clients. They get what they want, and it really doesn’t involve sex, unless you both want it. Besides, your husband; your personal manservant, has given you much better orgasms, since he learned his place, and learned how to more effectively pleasure you.
You do one last check in the mirror of your make up. It’s lightly applied but enough to accent your lips and lashes.
The phone on your desk rings. You glance at your watch, “Right on time.” You tell yourself. You pick up the receiver and hear, “Mistress Monica, your next client is here.”
“Send him to my room.”
“Yes Mistress” the front office receptionist replies.
In a few minutes. There is a timid knock on the door. You smile at that. You trained him to knock softly. If he knocked hard, like he was in control, you would punish him without a word spoken.
On your desk is an intercom button with a wireless speaker attached to the outside of your door. “Yes, who is it?” you say with a slightly angry tone.
“Yes, Ma’am, It’s Barry Gardner, and I have the monthly report. You said you wanted to review the hard copy?”
You respond “Very Good. Come in.”
He enters the room, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a striped neck tie, and navy blue slacks. Dressed like that, along with his wire rim glasses reminds you of a “Dilbert” character. You want to smile and laugh, but instead, you narrow your eyes in contempt, as you put your feet on your desk, and extend your hand.
He looks at your shiny black pumps, and stockings. You follow his eyes up to the hem of your skirt, as he licks his lips.
You clear your throat and snap your fingers impatiently.
He blushes, like a naughty schoolboy who was just caught. “Yes Ma’am. Here is your report.”
“Stand there until I finish reviewing it.” You command as you take it and start flipping through it.
Realistically you don’t care what the report is, but he is paying you to look at it and either punish him or reward him. Gross mistakes call for punishment, while a well formatted report earns a reward. Today is supposed to be a punishment day. So you slowly flip through the pages. As you do, you teasingly rub your crossed legs against each other. The soft sound of nylon rubbing against nylon teases him with the prospect of what’s hidden underneath.
The first two pages are narrative, which you gloss over. No obvious spelling or grammar errors. Then there are the charts. For a fantasy, Barry puts in a lot of effort. You stop reading, grab a red pen from the top of your desk and start circling where there are obvious errors in the charts. You do this for a full page, then stop. Removing your legs from your desk, you set the pen down and stand up. An exasperated and disappointed sigh escapes your lips.
You walk from behind your desk. The sound of your heels clack on the hardwood floor. “Mister Gardner. Is this the type of work I allow?”
The tone of your voice is low but carries a hint of menace and danger in it. He glances at your legs, then your chest, before staring straight ahead. He is trying not to smile, but this is what he wants and you see him getting hard.
“Is there a problem with my work Mistress Monica?” he asks.
You slap the report on your desk. “Your productivity charts are substandard. The numbers are wrong and your totals don’t match.” You stand right behind him and whisper in his ear. “This won’t be tolerated. Drop your pants. Now!”
As he undoes his pants, you walk over to the bookcase. Hanging on a nail is a thick wooden yardstick. In a closet you have other crops, paddles, and whips, but today you are using the polished yardstick. With his pants around his ankles, you rub it across the cotton underwear covering his ass.
“Open the report, and make your corrections. For every error you find, you will receive a smack on your ass. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.” He says in a soft but excited tone. He takes a mechanical pencil and begins making corrections.
“One… Two….Three….” you softly say as you smack the ruler against his ass.
Between each smack, you rub the ruler across his butt cheeks. He flips to the next chart and makes more corrections.
“Ten…..Eleven…. Twelve….” you say in a stronger tone of voice. Then you lean in close, your chest rubbing against his arm as you whisper. “If you reach 20 mistakes. I’m going to pull down your briefs, spank your bare bottom, and then get out a dildo and fuck your worthless ass. Is that what you want?”
You listen carefully to his response. If he really doesn’t want that, he will use his safe word, ‘butterscotch’.
He licks his lips, looks at the charts, and responds. “There are only a few more mistakes, Mistress. We won’t exceed 20. If I do, I fully accept my punishment.” You notice as he says this, his hard dick is tenting his cotton briefs.
“Very good Mister Gardner, then continue.”
“Yes Ma’am” he replies.
A few more swats on his ass, and then he stands up straight. “Everything is correct. Do you wish to review it?” You only got up to Eighteen.
You glance at the clock. His time is almost up. “That won’t be necessary. I trust you did a good job. If I find differently, then next time you are in my office, I will punish you more severely.” You say as you caress the side of his face with the smooth, hardwood stick, now warm from its use.
You can see the excitement in his eyes as he says “Yes Ma’am.” A wet stain is visible on the front of his briefs. You hang up the yardstick as Barry pulls up his pants. “Thank you, Mistress Monica.”
Turning to him you ask, in a professional tone, “Are we continuing this next week, or do you have a new fantasy in mind?”
He collects his papers and pauses. “Can I tell you when I schedule my next session, Mistress?”
You give him a bored sigh and wave, “Of course. You may leave.” But inside you are smiling. He is a happy and satisfied customer. You take a moment and use disinfectant wipes on your desk. You don’t see any semen but you need to have everything clean for the next client.
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“I’m almost there.” You text as you are a couple of blocks away. Since you left Europe and were promoted higher in the company, you followed her online “Travelogue Photos of the Mediterranean”, and on social media. Her photos are great, and she is so beautiful in her selfies, like the model she wanted to be when she worked with you.
The smells of the city remind you of those days. She was a new model trying to make a name for herself, and you worked for the Fashion House in Paris. She was another tall, thin, and pale face, trying to stand out. You noticed that she was smart and attentive, so you hired her to be your assistant. She learned about the photo and design parts of the industry. Eventually she wanted to ‘strike out on her own’. The physical relationship between you waxed and waned, but she agreed that she is happy to be your ‘friend with benefits’, and to look her up anytime you are back on the Continent.
You see her. Across the street. She is standing there, looking at her phone, wearing a white tube dress. It clings to her body and accents her lovely shape.
“You look as beautiful as ever.” you say as you get closer and hug her. “I have missed you so much. I love your photos of the Med.” You lean in closer and whisper in her ear. “I so badly want you. I miss being with you.”
Your arms go around her. Your hands caressing her, moving the fabric of her dress across her smooth skin. The scents of fresh coffee and freshly baked pastries and breads, mix with her perfume. “Should we sit outside and order something?” You ask relaxing your hold on her.
Her fingers trace the collar of your shirt, and move down so she feels your heartbeat quicken. “Let’s skip the coffee”, She whispers, her breath hot on your ear. “I want to taste something sweeter.” She says in a playful tone.
You smile at her suggestion. You hold her hand and kiss her. “Shall we go back to my hotel?” You quietly respond.
She leads you down a narrow alley, the cobblestones echo beneath your feet. The scent of coffee fades, replaced by the electric charge between you. Her heart pounds as she presses you against the wall, her lips brushing your neck. “Who needs a hotel,” she murmurs, “when we have this perfect little hideaway?”
You feel the rough, cool bricks through your clothing. her lips feel warm on you neck. You caress her body through the thin fabric of her dress. One hand rubs her ass cheek as the other one caresses her breast. Your nipples are so firm and visible though the thin, white fabric.
You slide your hand up under the hem of her dress, continuing to caress her firm, toned ass cheek. As she presses against you, your cock hardens in your pants.
You release her breast, and grab a handful of hair at the back of her head. Pulling her head back, you kiss her mouth, then her neck. You continue kissing your way down to the collar of her dress. your hand on her ass rubs firmly, searching for her panties, to move them out of the way.
“Are you wearing a thong, or are you bare?” You whisper in her ear. Top of Form
She reaches under your shirt to rub your chest. “High cut” she breathlessly answers as your fingers find the lacy edge of her panties. Her fingers are cool against your warm chest. You feel her fingertips in your chest hair and hard nipples
You pull her head back a bit more and kiss her neck harder. She presses against you as you feel her crotch against yours. Your hard cock rubs against her firm thigh.
“I so badly want to lick your sweet pussy” You whisper. Your hand on her ass moves down and caresses the fabric covering her damp crotch, as you continue kissing down her chest.
Pulling down the elastic material of her collar, you free her left breast. She shivers as she feels your warm breath across her nipple.
You slowly lick around it, then suck it firmly. Your fingertips rub the damp fabric of her panties across her pussy lips. Softly you rub as you suck her nipple harder.
“Oh, fuck…” she moans. She moves her hands to your back and you feel her nails scratch you in pleasure. The soft texture of your beard excites her, and she pulls your face closer. Her nails continue to scratch down your back. Your fingers rub her pussy harder, teasing her more. She is so wet.
You stop sucking her nipple, and get on your knees. You barely feel the hard cold cobblestones, because all you see and feel is her. You raise the front of her skirt and she shutters as she feels your warm breath between her thighs.
Her white lacy panties are so damp as you slide the crotch to the side and lick her tasty lips. Using just the tip of your tongue you go up and down, then around and between.
Your hands grab her firm ass cheeks and you pull her harder against your face. Your beard rubs against her skin as your tongue goes deep into her ready slit. Your tongue goes in and out, going deeper as your hands grip her ass harder.
You taste her excitement as she braces herself, leaning forward on the alley wall, and reaches her other hand down, grabbing a handful of your hair.
She humps your face in pleasure.
“Oh God, yes…” She pulls your hair harder, grinding against your face as her body trembles.
You taste her pleasure. You want her to cum so badly. Moving your mouth to her clit, you suck it firmly. You release her ass with one hand and slide two fingers into her wet open cunt.
You suck her clit harder, and hum so she feels your mouth vibrate. Your fingers go in and out, twisting and thrusting.
“Oh fuck, baby” she gasps. Her body tenses up, ready to explode all over your face. You feel her cunt pulse and tighten around your fingers. She pulls your hair in pleasure and bites her lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.
You lick her juices, then stand up, and kiss her. Your beard and mustache are wet from her. She kisses you passionately rubbing your wet beard against her face. She whispers “Fill me. Fuck me. I want you now.”
“Yes” You whisper in her ear.
You move behind her, raising her skirt over her lovely firm ass. The you free your hard cock from your pants. She braces herself against the alley wall, placing her face on her folded arms. You rub the tip of your hard member along her pussy lips.
You tease her. Rubbing the tip and then the shaft along her wet, ready lips.
Putting your mouth against her ear, you whisper. “Beg me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you in this dirty alley, where anyone can watch.”
You want to tease her and prolong the pleasure, but you also want her so badly. Before she can answer, you slide the tip into her. Working your tip, in and out, then you thrust harder so you feel her around your hard shaft. You grab her hips and thrust all the way in. “I wanted you to talk dirty, but you are so sexy, I just can’t wait.”
Pulling her hips hard into you, you feel her wet warmth around you. You pull her as you thrust at the same time, harder and deeper. Breathing harder, your cock feels so hard and slick inside of her. You won’t last long.
“Where do you want my cum?” you ask in a hoarse whisper.
“Oh god, fuck me harder… I want your cum…. deep inside me…. filling me up completely.” She moans. “Make me feel… every inch of you….. as you explode.”
You pull her hard against you as your cock throbs inside of her. Your hot spume fills her sweet pussy.
You keep inside of her until you feel she has it all. Slowly you slide out, pull her skirt down, covering her ass and caress it.
She turns kisses you again passionately. As you kiss, you put your dick back into your pants. You feel her straighten her dress and adjust her panties.
“I have missed you so much.” You say in a low tone.
She smiles at you. “Welcome to Paris. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Shall we get something to eat now? Or go to my hotel room. I could pleasure you in more ways in private.” You say with a wicked grin.
“Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed that.” She responds, “Food can wait… let’s get to your hotel. I want to feel your hands all over me again, but this time, slower, more intense…exploring every inch before you make me scream your name loud enough for all of Paris to hear.”
You take her hand and lead the way to your hotel.
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“We won too.” You hear voices say from under the table.
You pull your seat back and see Jan’s smiling face looking at you. “Your pussy is still as tasty as in college.” She says.
Your husband climbs out from under the table. “I thought you were going to cum in my mouth moi droog.”
Mike’s face turns a bright shade of red. “I thought it was you. Jan normally doesn’t take me that deep in her mouth. When you took me all the way, I was about to bust a nut.”
“Just like the old days.” Your husband says as he kisses Mike on the cheek.
You are a bit surprised but even more turned on. “My love, how deep can you take him? And can I watch?”
“Only If I can watch you lick Jan’s pussy. I watched her lick yours.” You notice that Mike’s cock is hard, and shiny with saliva.
“Let’s all move to the couch.” Jan says as she stands up.
Her nipples are so hard. You so badly want to suck on them. She and Mike sit on the couch. Their legs spread. You watch as your husband gets on his knees and grabs Mikes hard cock. He licks the tip. You knew your husband “swung both ways” but you have never seen him do it with people you know.
You get close to Jan and kiss her lips. Your fingers slide into her pussy. She is so wet and ready. You pull them out and suck her juices off of them. “Mmmm, so tasty.”But you then stop and look at them. “Wait a minute. I won. You all need to service me first. All of you stand up.” You say in a serious tone.
Your husband stops sucking Mike and stands up, as Mike and Jan do too. You motion for them to move so you can lie on the couch.
Once you do, you spread your legs wide, “Ok one of you start licking my pussy.” As Mike starts to move, you grab his cock. “No. I want to taste you first. Both of them know what you taste like, so I want to suck you first before you lick and fuck me.”
He smiles broadly as he moves to your head. Jan and your husband whisper to each other and then both move down to your pussy.
You look closely at Mike’s nice hard cock. It looks lovely and tasty. He leans over the couch as you slowly lick the tip and hold his shaft firmly. His neatly trimmed bush nicely frames his hard member. You slowly lick along its veiny length. The texture of it feels different on your tongue. It’s slick from the saliva from both Jan and your husband.
Speaking of them, you feel the tongue of one licking your pussy lips and ass as the other is licking around your sensitive clit. It feels good, but you focus on Mike’s tasty cock. You lick and suck his balls as you slowly stroke him.
“You do that so well.” He says as trying to keep from moaning.
You feel a mouth suck your clit firmly as another tongue thrusts into your ass. “That feels so good too.” You think and moan with Mikes balls in your mouth.
You have him shift a bit. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” You say in a low tone. He moves so he can feed you. You lean your head back so you can take him deeply. He slides into your mouth smoothly, going in and out. The texture of his cock feels different but good.
You feel the tongue in your ass move, and the mouth on your clit stop. You want to look down but Mike’s balls are in the way as you take him all the way in your throat.
You feel hands grab your thighs as a tongue trust into your pussy , and you feel the head move back and forth against you. “Jan is licking me as my husband fucks her.” You think.
You can taste Mike’s precum. He pulls out. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” he asks.
“Oh, yesss” you moan as Jan rubs your clit with her lubed fingers, and licks your pussy deeply. You feel so much pleasure. You are starting to sweat.
You feel Mike work his cock in and out of your mouth. Pleasure builds in you as you are going to cum all over Jan’s mouth. You feel her moaning in your pussy as your husband fucks her from behind. “Oh God I love this.” You think as you cum. Mike’s cock pulses in your throat as you feel his warm spume inside of you. Your thighs tighten around Jan’s head as you orgasm. As Mike pulls out, you both are sweating.
“Have I paid for my poker loss?” he asks with a smile. You look down and grab Jan’s head. You pull her closer to you and kiss her deeply, so you both taste Mike and you at the same time.
Your husband pulls from Jan’s pussy. His cock is hard and shiny with her juices.
“Jan, do you want to suck off my husband?” you ask.
She kisses you and smiles “Oh yes, may I? We lost first.”
You release her and watch her get on her knees as your husband stands there, grabbing her head as she sucks him. It has been years since you watched her suck another guy. It looks so sexy, especially since it’s your husband. You ask Mike for some water. He pulls some water bottles from the bar fridge.
It tastes cold and good.
You watch Jan pull your husband’s hard dick from her mouth and stroke it vigorously. Her mouth open. You see his semen shoot into her open mouth.
Your husband is sweating too. You stand and hand him a bottle of water. “That was so hot. I think everyone paid their Poker debts.”
Mike drinks some water too. “So now that the games are done. Should we continue the night here? Or should we move upstairs to the bed?”
“Jan, its your house too. Where do you want us to continue?”
Jan walks over to Mike, taking his water bottle and finishing it. “Let’s continue down here. I think the couch will allow us to try different angles and parings.” She kisses Mike deeply and then grabs his soft cock.
The rest of the night is spent with all four of you switching and swapping. Everyone cums multiple times. You were surprised how sexy it is to watch your husband fuck Mike in the ass as he fucks Jan and you ride Jan’s mouth.
You all sleep on the floor with a few blankets thrown over you.
You wake up to the smell of breakfast cooking. Your husband is still asleep next to you. Throwing on your jeans and t-shirt, you go upstairs to the kitchen.
Mike is cooking bacon. “Good morning. I hope you enjoyed last night. Would you like some breakfast?”
Jan comes down. She apparently just came from the shower, and is wearing just a robe. She kisses Mike and looks at you. “Yes, please stay for breakfast. I love having you over. I missed you so much.”
You smile, smelling the scent of fresh bacon. “Yes, we’ll have some breakfast. I had forgotten how much fun we used to have. We will have to do this more often.” You say as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.
Yes, you and your husband need to do this more often.
You and I are going out to the movies. It has been a stressful week and we hadn’t been to a movie theater in a long while. Normally we stream movies on the couch and, more often than not, have sex during or after the movie. But there’s a new movie that we agree we want to see on the big screen, in the theater. We arrive and pick up our tickets. I already ordered and selected the seats, online. They are near the middle of the theater so the screen is straight in front of us. Also, it looks like only a few people are here, and no one else in our row. We get our snacks and drinks, and sit down. The theater has the nice reclining seats, and we pass the popcorn bowl between us. The lights go down and the screen is bright as we watch the trailers.
I reach my hand and rest it on your thigh, like I do at home. Even though you are wearing jeans, my warm hand feels good on your thigh. I slowly caress you, just like I do at home. You place the popcorn on your lap and it feels warm on your crotch.
As the movie goes on, there are a few scenes where the main characters are making out. During one scene, I lean over and whisper. “It’s a good thing that we are in public or I would be licking your pussy.”
The scene on the screen has the male lead’s head below the screen and it’s suggested that he’s licking her pussy.
Between my hand on your thigh, the warm popcorn your lap, and the simulated oral sex on the screen, you are getting a bit turned on.
You move the popcorn to my lap and then unbutton your jeans. Leaning over, you whisper in my ear. “Give me your hand.” With the popcorn in my lap, I eat popcorn with one hand and give you the other.
You aren’t even watching the screen at this point. You use my fingers to rub the crotch of your panties. Slowly using my index finger, you rub up and down the soft fabric of your panties.
Now that I know what you are doing, I take control of my hand. My middle finger slowly goes up and down the soft and slightly damp fabric. Slowly caressing your pussy lips.
You sip your soda. It feels cool and bubbly in your mouth as my fingers slowly circle your clit. “Mmmmm” you say with your soda still at your mouth.
Luckily the movie has some action scenes where the cars are racing along the street. The noise from the speakers is so loud.
I work my fingers in your wet pussy. You feel them moving around and in you. The palm of my hand rubs your clit. I keep tempo with the action of the car chase on screen.
Setting the soda in the cup holder, you put your hand to your mouth. You bite your knuckle to keep from making noise. The pleasure feels so good.
Grabbing my wrist with your other hand, you squeeze tightly as you cum. It feels so good. The pleasure going through you as the noise of the cars on screen echoes in your ears.
I pull my fingers from you. You are still holding my wrist, so you bring my fingers to my mouth. You can smell your excitement and pleasure on my fingers.
I slowly lick your juices from my fingers.
You let go and do your best to rebutton your jeans without folks noticing.
Then I hand you the popcorn which you place on your lap. You feel the warmth thought the wet crotch of your jeans. You lean over and whisper in my ear. “Thanks, now I can enjoy the rest of the movie.” You kiss my cheek.
You are thankful that the row is empty.
After the movie ends. You wait until the end of the credits, waiting for the other people in theater to leave. As we stand up, a man who was sitting behind us comments.
“Yep, that was a good movie. I really enjoyed the car chase. I think you both enjoyed that scene too.” He winks and nods and leaves. We smile at each other, kiss, and leave holding hands.
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You pick up your cards and look to see what you have. A 6 of hearts, a 6 of spades, a 3 of hearts, a 2 of clubs, and a Jack of spades.
Mike throws in his t-shirt and sips his beer. “Does anyone want to raise, or should we just do t-shirts. This round?” and looking over at Jan “how many cards for you?”.
She sets down 3 cards, “I’ll take 3” and then she sips her drink.
“A tu mi amigo?” he says looking at your husband.
“Tolka dvoika moi droog.” as he sets down 2 cards.
You look at him and sigh, “Are you going to lapse into your college Russian all night? I find it sexy sometimes during sex, but unless you are planning on having sex with Mike, why don’t you save it?”
Mike turns bright red at that. Jan looks at him, “Dear is there something you want to share with the group?”
He takes long drink of his beer, “Maybe later.” Turning to you, “How many card do you want?”
You want to save the pair of 6’s and the Jack. “Give me 2, and I definitely want to hear your story. Is there something You want to share with the group, my sexy husband?”
“Ne sechas moi krasavia jena.” He smiles as he takes a deep drink. You rest your hand on his thigh. He reaches under the table and caresses your thigh too.
You pick up your cards. A 3 of diamonds and a Jack of hearts.
“And Dealer will take 3 cards.” After a moment, “Do we have anyone who can open? A pair of Jacks or better?”
Jan reaches under the table and adds a sock to the pile. Your husband throws in a sock. “I see your sock and will raise you another sock.” You say. Mike throws in two socks, and Jan adds her second one.
“What do you have?” Jan has three Queens and a 5 and a 7, Mike has four diamonds, and a spade, you husband has three 2s, an 8 and a 9, and you have your two pair. “This pot goes to Jan.” She scoops the clothing and sets it in front of her.
Mike hands you the cards. “Your deal next”. You do a quick shuffle and deal. Mike stands up and puts his jeans on the table.
Your husband puts one sneaker. Mike looks at him. “Hey, I had to pull off my sneakers to get my socks. Blame Jan. Or do you think we all need to do jeans this round?”
You start dealing cards, “No, the mixed pot will work. Besides If we are down to underwear too fast, then what do we do?”
Mike finishes his beer, and goes to the bar. “You are all enjoying Fireball Ciders, let me have one too.” But like the one he made for your husband, he pulls out a bottle of hard cider and uses that with the cinnamon whiskey.
His boxer shorts fit him in all the right places. You glance at your husband in the corner of your eye, “Is he checking out Mike?” you think to yourself.
Then you focus on the game.
In only a few more hands, everyone is topless, and only in underwear. When you pulled off your jeans, Jan laughed out loud when she saw your “Horny B*tch” G-string. “So that is why you want to save Trees tonight, you want your beaver eaten?”
As you are laughing, you say with a wink, “Awwww, you miss it. Maybe tonight you might get a chance to eat me again.”
“I would love to watch that.” Your husband says as he takes a drink.
Mike deals out the next hand, and looks at Jan. “What do you want?”
“I think that I would like to have both of you guys’ spit roast me. Oh! You want to know how many cards? Give me two.”
Your husband takes three, and then it comes down to you. You have three Queens, an Ace, and a 5. The odds of getting another Ace are pretty slim, but you feel lucky. “Give me one card and I raise everyone my panties.” You stand up and strip them off, flashing everyone your nicely trimmed bush, as you throw then in the center of the table.
“You grew it out?” Jan asks as she pulls off her pink panties. You notice that she is still waxed smooth like when you were roommates.
Your husband answers as he pulls down his drawers, his dick swinging. “I told her that I like how it looks with a little patch. Especially when I am down there and taking my time.”
“And he does a great job, so I agreed that trimmed is better than smooth.” You say as you finish your drink. You notice that Mike has a nice cock too, with a neatly trimmed bush. “Jan, you apparently like a trimmed bush too. Mike’s looks great.”
You pick up your card. It is another Ace. You have a full house, three Queens and two Aces. “Are there any other raises?” Mike asks.
Your husband answers, “I raise one blowjob or pussy lick. If I lose this hand, it cleans me out and I will do oral on the winner.”
Mike smiles broadly “I will see that and agree. I want to see that talented mouth of yours service the winners, amigo.”
Jan pushes her pile of won clothing into the center and says, “I am all in too. I agree oral for the winner.”
You are shocked when Jan puts down a Heart flush. A good hand but not good enough. Your husband only had a pair of 10’s, so he smiles broadly as he puts down his losing hand.
Mike looks to you, “What do you have?” You put down your Full House.
Mike has a straight 3,4,5,6,7.
“You are the winner. Should we play another hand? I still have some clothing. I didn’t put everything in.”
“Yes, Hand me the cards.” You say as you reach for the deck.
Your husband and Jan both smile at each other and whisper something before they both climb under the table. “You two focus on the game, and we will do our part to distract you, I mean pleasure you, because we lost.” Your husband says.
You slide to the edge of your seat, spread your legs, and shuffle the cards. “Because this will be the last hand, do you want to cut the cards?” you ask Mike. He nods, as he too slides to the edge of his chair with his legs spread wide. His knee touching yours.
You feel a hand on your thigh as you shuffle the cards. The hand is slowly moving up and down. It is definitely your husband down there. You feel a little bit disappointed. You were sort of hoping that it would be Jan.
You do some very complicated shuffling moves, the whole time concentrating on your hands. You feel the tip of a tongue slowly licking up and down your pussy lips. You try to spread your legs wider, and press you one leg harder against Mike’s.
“Do you need me to move?” he asks with a smile. He is watching your hands intently, with his finger interlaced. You hear some slurping noises from under the table. It has been a while since you heard her make those noises.
You finish shuffling as you feel fingers expose your clit and a wet tongue slowly lick it. You want to moan, but you keep your mouth closed as motion for Mike to cut the cards. Mike takes the cards and does a simple half deck cut. You take the deck and deal.
Picking up your cards, you try to keep a straight face as you feel a warm mouth suck your clit. A fingertip slowly slides into your wet pussy.
You look at Mike. He is also trying to grip his cards and focusing on the game. The slurping noise stopped. That could mean that Jan is taking him deep in her mouth. You wish you were watching that.
You slowly exhale and focus on your cards. A Queen of hearts, an Ace of Spades, a 10 of Diamonds, a King of Hearts, and a 4 of Clubs. You sigh as you feel the mouth stop sucking and the finger slowly pull out. “Thank you. I need a second to focus.” you whisper down.
You set the 4 face down, holding the other cards. “How many cards would you like?’
“Give me two.” You give him two cards and take his discards.
“I will take one.” You say as you feel the tip of a tongue slowly lick around and between your pussy lips. It feels good, but you sigh, because you need to focus on this hand.
You look at the card you picked. It’s the Jack of Hearts. You move your cards in your hand around. Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and 10. An Ace high straight. You want to smile you feel that tongue flick your clit very quickly. It has been a while since your husband has done that.
You look over the top of your cards at Mike. He has a weird look on his face. Almost a shocked look. ‘Do you want to increase the bet?’ He swallows nervously.
You feel two fingers slide in and out of your pussy as your clit is sucked, so you inhale sharply out of pleasure. Mike pushes all of the clothing and shoes he has, to the center of the table. “I am all in.” As he says that, his eyes go wide.
“Jan must be deep throating him” you think. He moves to reach under the table. “No. keep your hands where I can see them. Let Jan and my husband do what they said. They are trying to distract us. Are you ready to show me your cards?” You say as you push your pile of clothing and shoes into the center too. “What do you have?” you ask, as you hear a wet slurping noise from under the table.
The fingers in your pussy trust faster and harder. You grip your cards tighter as you move to lay them down. You look at Mike’s cards. He has two Aces and two 8’s and a Queen of spades. You laugh when you see a “Dead Man’s hand”.
As you layout out your Ace high straight. “I won.” You say.
“We won too.” You hear voices say from under the table.
(Part 3 Concludes our tale of couples having fun. Come back next week so see how it ends.)
You wife is making the hot spiced cider, while you explain to the kids, “It’s too early to carve the pumpkins. We have to wait until the week of Halloween.”
Your wife steps up behind you and rests a reassuring hand between your shoulder blades, “Yes, if you carve them now, they will be ‘sad mush’ by the time Halloween rolls around.”
The kids both look like they were cheated, so you then say “But if you get your markers and paint, we can temporarily color them and place them in the window. When it’s time we can carve the other side.”
“Yay!” they both yell and head for their bedrooms for their art kits.
Your wife turns you to face her. “I knew there was a reason I love you.”
“Because I eat pussy like a demon, or because I fuck you like a man possessed.” You say in a low seductive tone.
She gives you one of her wicked smiles, “Maybe, but No, that’s not it. It’s because you know how to handle the kids.”
She kisses you and then walks back to the stove. You watch as she moves her hips in a sexy manner.
“I got my markers, Daddy.” Your daughter says as she comes back into the kitchen with a plastic bucket in hand. Your son follows shortly with the art kit your parents gave him for his birthday.
You take one last glance at your wife’s sexy ass, and then focus on the kids. “OK. While Mommy finishes heating the cider, lets put down some plastic on the kitchen table and then move the pumpkins.”
Before the kids can comment, you grab a couple of trash bags from the cupboard and lay then flat. The kids set their art supplies down then move the pumpkins to the table.
Over the next hour you and the kids draw and paint faces on each of the pumpkins. Your daughter is very specific about which pumpkin is the ‘Daddy Pumpkin’ and which one is the ‘Mommy Pumpkin’, she doesn’t care what her brother does with his, but she says that’s why she wanted two little pumpkins. “These are the kids. It’s a family just like us Daddy. A mommy, a daddy, and two babies.”
Your son rolls his eyes as his sister says that. You help your daughter make sure that the ‘Pumpkin Family’ faces are all funny and cute. Then you see what your son painted. The face on his is jagged and scary looking, using paint to make it look like it has blood dripping from its mouth. “That looks great Kiddo. When it’s carving time, we’ll need to see if we can get a scary pattern for the other side.”
“Great. Do you really like how my Vampire looks?”
You nod as you sip your spiced cider. “You did a good job.”
The cider is hot and tasty, and it scent fills the kitchen. The kids are more focused on drawing and painting than on drinking their cider, but then again, the cider was mainly for you and your wife. But if you hadn’t poured mugs for them, they would have complained.
You notice that your wife got boxes of decorations from the attic. She already strung orange and purple lights in the windows. You walk over to her, “You should have asked for help.” You say as you hand her a stuffed monster that has “Trick or Treat” stitched across its front.
“You were busy with the kids. I thought I should have this ready so when they finished, we could set them up in the window.” She says, as she places a couple more items in the window, leaving plenty of room for the painted Jack-O’-Lanterns.
You kiss her, and say, “I’ll start bringing them over.”
She arranges them, with the help of the kids, so that from the outside you see, your son’s ‘Scary’ one, all the way to the left, separated from the ‘Pumpkin Family’ by a monster, a witch, and a stuffed, plushy pumpkin. Your daughter is very insistent that her brother’s has to be on the other side of the window ledge, from the pumpkin family.
Your son says. “Yes. That way he doesn’t get up in the middle of the night and attack the others, turning them all into vampires like him.”
Your daughter looks horrified about that thought. Your wife quickly points out that the ‘Pumpkin family’ is protected from the pumpkin vampire, by the monster, the witch, and the plushy. You nod and reassure her too.
For the next couple of weeks, your kids, everyday ask if it’s time to carve the pumpkins. You patiently tell them “No. Not yet.”
Both you and your wife get some carving ideas by searching online. You also take the kids to the local craft store to pick up a pattern book and carving tools.
“Why didn’t we just get the ones at the grocery store, Dad?” your son asks.
As you pick up two sets of tools and the related book, you show your son, “I thought it would be easier for your sister if she had a pattern she could trace. Also, if you see anything you like, you can use it too.”
You quickly flip through the pages and show your son a pattern of a vampire with long fangs. “Wow!” he responds and looks at a few more pages. Wolves, bats, and other designs. “Yeah, let’s get it Dad.”
“That’s my plan Kiddo.”
It was hard to keep the kids from carving their jack-o’-lanterns until the week before Halloween, but it helps your kids make up their minds what they want to do. They keep flipping though the pattern book and changing their minds which ones they want.
To keep the book from getting damaged, your wife scanned and printed off copies.
One day, while the kids were watching a family friendly Halloween movie, on that channel that does “31 days of Halloween”, you notice that your wife is on the computer and looking at “adult carving ideas” These include outlines of dancers and couples engaging in sex, and multiple variations of “pumpkin as ass with spread cheeks”.
You stand behind her and ask “Do you see anything you like?” as you lean closer and rest your hand on her shoulder.
She playfully pats your hand and answers in a seductive tone. “Of course. You mentioned pumpkins reminding you of tits & butts, and was curious what’s out there.”
You look to see if the kids are still in the other room, then gently move your hand and caress her left breast. “You must be getting excited.” You comments “And no bra today?”
“I didn’t feel like one, and maybe I’m just a little chilly.” She playfully responds.
You lean in closer. “If the kids were asleep, I’d take you to bed and warm you up.”
She turns her head and kisses you. Here lips are warm and inviting. “Hold off for now, Dear. I’ll make it up to you later.”
You sigh, and see one where it’s the carving of a woman on her knees, sucking her man. It’s designed to cast a giant shadow of a blowjob. “Maybe something like that?” You ask with a wink.
“Maybe, if you’re a good boy. Go check on the kids.”
You kiss her again and make some popcorn so you can enjoy the movie with the kids, and let your wife enjoy herself.
That Saturday before Halloween, it’s finally time to carve the Jack-O’-Lanterns. Your wife lays out trash bags and your job is to help the kids ‘scoop out the guts’.
Your son really wants to open his by himself, but you tell him, next year. This year, you’ll remove the top to his and let him scoop everything out.
He’s almost bouncing up and down with excitement as is your daughter.
You use a sharp carving knife to remove the top. Stringy pulp hangs down. You pull it enough so you can cut the inside of the top smooth, then set it aside. Your son has his scoop ready in hand as you move to the side and let him get to work.
You open one of the ‘baby pumpkins’ for your daughter and then show her how to use the plastic scoop. You demonstrate how to scoop along the bottom, and then dump all of the loose pulp into the trash bag. Your wife reminds you save the seeds from at least one of them. She’ll show the kids how to make ‘roasted pumpkin seeds’. Your hands feel wet and slimy. You keep wiping them off with paper towels. Glancing over to your son, you see that he has the bulk of it scraped out.
“Good job Kiddo. When you finish making sure all the pulp is gone, show me and then go grab your pattern.”
“Will do, Dad.” He says with a look of concentration on his face as he checks his work.
“Ewww it’s slimy Daddy.” Your daughter says she starts scraping the inside of hers.
“It is, Baby. That’s why we have hand soap and the paper towels. You do that one and I’ll do the other one.” You say as you remove the top of the other ‘baby pumpkin’.
When you finish emptying the last of them, there is a bowl full of pumpkin seeds, and the kids have their pattern pages up against the blank sides of their Jack-O’-Lanterns. You use a couple pieces of tape to hold the paper in place, then show the kids how to use the punch tool. “It looks like a ‘dot to dot’ picture when you finish.”
They both focus really hard following their patterns.
You look to your wife. “What do you want for these two?” pointing to the ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ pumpkin. She hands you a couple of ‘goofy grin’ patterns. Both of which are just basic cut out patterns.
You give her a mock frown, “Nothing from the ‘adult patterns’ you were looking at?”
She walks closer, puts her hand under the table and lightly grabs your crotch and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got something adult for you tonight. Focus on family friendly now, and I’ll give you a nice surprise later.”
Before you can respond, she picks up the bowl of seeds, and says in a normal tone. “Thanks for all the seeds. I’ll lay them out on a baking sheet. When you’re done marking your patterns, I’ll show you what I’m doing.”
After marking out the patterns, you show the kids how to use the dull, serrated, saws to connect the dots and remove the unneeded parts.
Soon the kitchen had that smell of pumpkin, and roasted seeds. The kids are happy with what they made. You made the simple ones your wife picked, though you wish you would have made at least one of the ‘adult themed’ ones, it would have looked out of place next to the rest of the family friendly ones.
Your wife hands you a few electric tea lights. You place one in each one and then move them back to the front window. The sun’s still up, so the lights don’t show brightly, but you take a couple of photos. You turn the tea lights off and tell the kids, that when it gets dark, you’ll turn them back on and take more photos.
After cleaning up and having a quick dinner of fast food from a local place, once it’s dark, you turn on the tea lights and take photos. The kids are so happy as they stand next to you and see the Jack-O’-Lanterns they carved. “They look good.” You say.
“Yep, we did good carving ‘jackel-lanerns’.” Your son snickers as he imitates how his sister mispronounces them.
She makes a face and then says “Mommy says they’re ‘Jack O’ Lanterns’. Right Daddy?”
You take your daughter’s hand and lovingly squeeze it. “Yes Baby, they are Jack-O’-Lanterns.” You then wink and smile at your son, “Not a pack of jackel-lanerns.”
Before they can say anything else you say. “OK. Let’s get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”
They clean up and your wife asks if will read the “the Legend of Jack O’ Lantern” to the kids, as she hands you the “Teeny Tiny Halloween Book”. She kisses and winks at you. “I’ll have something special for you when you come to bed.”
After reading and getting the kids to bed, you go to your room and strip off your clothing.
Your wife is in bed and under the covers. “Once you’re naked, and make sure the door is closed. I’ve got something for you.”
You do as she asks and move to the edge of the bed.
“Close your eyes and stand still.” She says.
You feel the air move as she pulls the blankets off of her. You want to peek, but you keep your eyes closed tight. You hear her crawling on the bed. Moving closer to you. You don’t know what she has in mind, but already you are getting excited. You feel your dick harden in anticipation.
“Mmmm You don’t even know what your surprise is, and already you’re excited.” She purrs in a soft voice. “I hope you don’t cum too quickly.”
You feel soft, slick fabric rubbing along the bottom ridge of your hardening shaft. “Keep your eyes closed, Dear. Just enjoy how this feels.”
You squeeze your eyes tightly, and ball your hands into fists. You want to reach out and grab her but this feels so good and different. So smooth yet firm.
“Open your eyes.” She purrs.
You look down as your wife is wearing orange spandex leggings and rubbing her ass against your now hard cock. “Should I keep them on, or take them off.”
You exhale, and fight to keep your voice down. “I so badly want to rip them off you and fuck you now.”
She stays bent over, but pulls them down. “They are new. Please don’t rip them yet.”
You grab her hips, and rub your shaft along the crack of your ass. “If you had prepped for it, I’d ask for anal tonight.” You say in a low tone.
“Not tonight lover. Let’s save it for when I’m ready.” She responds in a low tone, “But my pussy’s all wet and ready.”
You point your hard cock down and rub it along her damp pussy lips. “Oh yes you are.” You say in a soft gasping breath. You continue back and forth, teasing her then you rub just the tip along her wet slit.
“You are being a naughty boy, teasing me like that.” She says.
You smile, then grab her hips firmly. “So you want me like this instead?” you whisper as you thrust firmly. You slide in nicely. She really is turned on and ready for you.
“Yes!” she says, and then rocks back and forth on her hands and knees. She is using you to fuck herself. You love when she is in one of these moods. You won’t last long. Reaching forward, you rub her clit. “YES” she says a bit louder.
“Let’s not wake the kids.” You whisper loudly.
She continues moving back and forth, moaning through a tightly closed mouth.
Her pussy is so warm, slick and wet. It feels so good going back and forth on you. You feel her stop and press back against you hard. Her cunt pulses around you as she presses her face into a pillow and moans.
You grip her hips tightly as your body tenses. You shoot your cum deep inside of her.
Then you pull out.
You grab a used towel from the hamper to wipe yourself before you pull on your sleep shorts. Then you hand the towel to her. She wipes herself and then pulls up the leggings.
You hadn’t noticed the black t-shirt, which on the front, reads “Stop Staring at My Pumpkins” and has the image of a zipper revealing two jack-o-lanterns where her breasts are.
“Yes it does.” You say as you climb into bed, kissing her and holding her tight.
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