Returning to the Dungeon

It’s been a couple of weeks since you went to the Dungeon. When you get home from work, you check the Dungeon’s schedule on your computer. You don’t want to take time off, like you did the first time, and Mistress Alanis’s offer of a “lunch time special” is tempting but you don’t want to go back to the office, smelling of sex or walking funny. You would rather be able to go straight home. That limits your options, if you want to stay with Mistress Alanis. There are other Mistresses and Masters who have that afternoon time spot open, but you don’t want to try someone else, not just yet. She seemed to understand what you were looking for.

Checking the schedule, you see that on Thursday this week, she has an hour open in her schedule in the afternoon. You take a moment and think about when you leave the office, travel time, possible traffic delays, and leave enough time to play. You click on the box and just reserve the bottom half of the hour. In the notes area, you type “I want to explore receiving anal, like we discussed. Some paddling, and use of a gag if you think it works for the “sex toy prisoner” fantasy. I will remember to wear old clothing for you to cut off. See you Thursday Afternoon.” You send it and your payment for the session in advance. That night you masturbate, imagining being tied up, your butt spanked, and a lubed finger working in and out of your helpless ass.

Thursday morning, after you dress for work, you pack a gym bag. In it you put a pair of old sweat pants, a stained t-shirt, a pair of drawers with holes in them, and a towel. If anyone asks, you can tell them that you are going to the gym and this is your workout bag.

As you get to the last half hour of the work day, you log off and tell your boss that you need to go and change for the gym. He looks up from his monitor, “Going to the gym? Good to hear. Workouts are good for your physical and mental health. If you need a workout buddy, tell me. My wife keeps asking me to start working out.”

A worried feeling comes over you for a moment. “A workout buddy? Ummm. I don’t know. I have a personal trainer I just started using.”

“Ok. Good for you. If your trainer has an opening for more clients tell me. What’s his name?”

“Her name is Alanis.” You say confidently.

“Oh, a female trainer. My wife wouldn’t agree to that.” He pauses for a moment “Is she good looking?”

You smile broadly “She is the kind of woman that men spend money to get extra time from her.” Then you wink and make an hourglass motion with your hands, like you have seen guys do in old movies.

Your boss lets out a slow whistle and shakes his head. “Nope. I’d rather be fat and married than have my wife leave me for that. Go enjoy your workout. Remember that the company health plan authorizes discounts on gym memberships. Ask your trainer if she takes our health insurance.”

You nod as you smile and leave his doorway. You chuckle to yourself as you head for the Men’s room to change. “I doubt Mistress Alanis would give me a discount because of our insurance plan. Worse, how would I tell the insurance company that I require weekly sessions with a professional Dominatrix for my mental and physical health?” You think to yourself as you undress, roll up your work clothes, and pull on your “workout” clothes. Checking your watch, you see you have about an hour to get over there.

Pulling into the parking lot, you check your watch again, you have plenty of time to enter. So, you grab your gym bag and walk up. The heavy wooden door still looks so imposing and dark as you approach. The dark weathered stone and the oak door with black iron hardware looks so scary, that even though you know what’s behind it, you feel a tingle of fear, which heightens your feeling of arousal too.

Stepping inside, the office decor, still strikes you as odd, but not unpleasant. The receptionist greets you, as she motions for you to sit on one of the chair lining the wall. “Sir, you are a bit early, so please wait. But before you sit down, may I please inspect your bag? It is just for the safety of the staff.”

You nod and step up to the desk, open the gym bag, and let her look inside. She asks you to unroll your clothing to ensure that there is nothing dangerous hidden. You do as she asks and joke “Wouldn’t a metal detector or x-ray machine be easier?”

She frowns, “Sir, how would that look if I had more security here than an airport?”

You think about it as you re-roll your clothing and put it back in the bag. “I understand. What should I do next time?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Sir, many of our clients who choose to bring items into the rooms, use a bag that is clear and see-through. If you ask your Mistress, she might be able to suggest something, unless you wish to rent one of our storage lockers?”

“Storage lockers? Like at a gym?” You ask.

She nods and points to an unmarked door off to the right. “We offer rental lockers for our regular clients.”

You nod and sit down in one of the chairs along the wall. “That makes sense. Some people might have items that they don’t want to carry back and forth, or have in a see-through bag.”

“Yes, sir. Oh. There is a note on your account. Your Mistress, wants to verify that you came ready and don’t need prep time prior to your session.” She says pointing to her screen.

You tap your gym bag, “I’m ready. That’s why I have clothes to change into afterwards.”

She returns back to her screen. “Very good Sir. Please wait, and when it is your time, her assistant will come for you.”

You pull out your cell phone and play a game to help pass the time. You just now realized how this reception area reminds you of the waiting room of a doctor’s or dentist’s office. Including that faint smell of disinfectant and the hum of the air conditioner.

You completed a couple more levels on your flower-matching game when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the man in the gimp outfit from last time. Silently he nods and motions for you to follow him. Grabbing your bag, you turn off your phone and follow. You go down the same hall as last time, but stop at a different door. He holds it open and motions for you to enter. This room is similar to the other one, in that you see the candles, iron sconces, and chains attached to the wall. In the center of the room is a massage table with padded cuffs at the corners and extended bars on two of the corners. You aren’t sure what they are for, but you don’t want to ask any questions. The Gimp motions for you to set your bag by the sink area and then lie face up on the table.

He secures your wrists and ankles, then puts a ball gag in your mouth. The whole time never saying a word. You feel the strength in his hands as he secures you, and are aroused as he makes you helpless. Then he leaves silently. This time you aren’t blindfolded so you look around.

The shadows caused by the candles, move against the walls. You realize just how dark it is and how deep the shadows really are. They could hide anything or anyone. You notice a couple of small tables with some items on them but you aren’t sure what they are because they are in the shadows.

The door opens and you hear the click of high heels on the stone floor. “So we have captured you again. Or maybe you want to be my prisoner…..used as my personal sex toy?”

She is wearing tall, black stiletto boots that go up to her thighs, along with black PVC corset and very short PVC skirt. She has a paddle in her hand and smacks her palm with it. As she stands there, silhouetted by the candle light, she is everything you have dreamed of. You feel your erection grow in your sweatpants.

She sets down the paddle and picks up a pair of scissors from a table. The silver glints and reflects the candlelight as she opens and closes them. Snip-Snip.

She gets really close to you, and slowly caresses your cheek with the blade of the closed scissors. “You have on entirely too much clothing. My toys should be naked and ready for me to use.” She says in a sultry tone.

You feel her pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body as she opens the scissors and cuts right down the center of your shirt in a single motion. She places her hand on your chest. “Mmmmm Look at those nipples of yours. So hard. So excited. Maybe I should suck on them before I move down?”

You try to say something but the gag prevents you from making any other noises aside from grunts. She slowly licks around your left nipple and then you feel her suck it firmly. You’ve never had a woman do that to you before. It feels so different and exciting.

“I’ll save the other one for later.” She says as she picks the shears up again. Moving down to your sweatpants, she grabs the waist band and then cuts all the way down to your left ankle.

“Awww, you have on underwear. And look at that tent.” She says in a playful tone. She steps away and puts on a pair of surgical gloves. She returns with a bottle of lube. Pulling your cock through the fly, she drips lube on it and strokes it up and down. “Look how nice and hard you are. A perfect toy for me to use.” She strokes you slowly at first and then does a twisting-grip motion around the tip. You grunt in pleasure.

“This looks so tasty. But I think I want to see your ass first.” She says. She unclips the chains at your ankles and connects then to the upright bars at the corners, raising your legs up and forcing your ass to the edge of the table.

You feel the scissors slowly cut your underwear along the crack of your ass, leaving you open and exposed. “Mmmmm that is a sexy ass. Do you know what I do to sexy asses, Prisoner?”

You try to say “No Mistress, what?” but you make a muffled grunt.

You feel cold lube drip down the crack of your ass, and then a gloved hand rubbing it all around. “I need to check to make sure you aren’t hiding anything. An asshole is very pliant and stretchable. A prisoner could hide all sorts of things there.”

You feel the tip of her finger rub around your crinkled ring, and then open it. She slowly works it back and forth, going a little deeper each time. “Mmmmmm your asshole is so tight.”

As she goes deeper, your cock feels so hard against your bare stomach. “My-my, look how excited you are. I wonder what happens if I stroke you with one hand and finger you with the other?”

You feel a gloved grip your shaft as the finger of her other hand thrusts in and out of your lubed ass. She goes slowly, letting you feel texture of her gloved finger as it works your ass. Her other hand moves up and down your slick shaft in tempo.

This feels so good. You pull against the restraints so you can help, but the cuffs hold you firmly. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you. Should I just stroke my captive toy until you cum, or should I pleasure myself first?”

You try to say “Whatever you want, Mistress” but you just grunt and drool down your chin.

She has her finger all the way in your ass and starts to finger-fuck you faster. She keeps the same tempo stroking your hard cock.

“You are so slick, now. You won’t last long.” You hear her say in a seductive tone. You close your eyes and wish any of your previous girlfriends would have been this adventurous with you. Their faces flash before you, Heather, Traci, Jacki, and Jennifer, all of which thought that anal play was “dirty” or “gay”. You try to close your mouth around the ball gag, as you feel pleasure move though you, and you shoot cum on your stomach and chest.

She withdraws her finger and releases your shaft as cum continues to spurt and drip from the tip on to you. You hear her pull off the gloves and throw them away. She walks up to your head and removes the gag. “Mmmmm My little prisoner. You really enjoyed that.”

You stretch your mouth for a moment, as you realize how tight the muscles in your jaw got from you biting on the gag. “Yes, Mistress. That was amazing. Do you need me to lick your pussy, or do you want to ride me?” You ask.

She raises her skirt and shows you that she isn’t wearing panties. “That sounds so tempting but, we are out of time.”

She wipes her finger along her damp pussy lips and then rubs her wet finger along your lips. “Here is a taste of what you missed this time. Next time book the full hour.” She says with a wink.

You lick your lips and taste a hint of her flavor, reminding you of last time. “I will Mistress.”

She uncuffs you and then heads to the sink to wash up. You pull off the remnants of your clothes and walk over to your gym bag.

As she dries her hands, she says. “If you really want to get into anal play, do a little research and prep. Professionals modify their diets, take enemas prior to getting on camera, and make sure that they are clean inside. I know this was your first time, and I was gloved. But you might want to more thoroughly clean your ass if you want more than just a gloved finger in there.”

As you wipe the lube off your ass with your towel, you see a streak on it. “Oh. I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t know. I’ll do better next time.”

She walks closer to you and kisses your cheek. “I know you will my little prisoner. Remember to be nice and clean and to schedule enough time for everything you want.” She pulls a thick cotton robe off the hanger on the wall and wraps it around her, hiding the sexy PVC outfit.

“I am learning so much from you. Thank you.” You say as you pull on your work clothes.

She smiles “It’s what you pay me for. See you next time.” And then she walks out of the room leaving the door open.

As you pull on your shoes, you think “Yes, I will see you next time.”

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Visiting "The Dungeon"

 

As you sit in the company breakroom, slowly eating your lunch, you miss your girlfriend, Heather. Normally the two of you would just sit and talk during lunch, but that was a week ago. You work in different offices so after breaking up, you don’t really run into each other. But you also really don’t have any close friends here, so you sit alone at a table.

Three guys sit down at a table near you.  They are guys who work in a different department from you but you have seen them around.

You are almost done eating, when you hear. “You wouldn’t believe the place. They did anything I paid them to do.”

You sit there and try to listen in.

“Man, There ain’t no places like that for real.” One says.

“I’ve heard about those places in New York and Frisco, but I didn’t know we had one here.” The other responds.

“Keep your voices down. We don’t want someone to file an HR complaint.” The guy telling the story says.

You sit back and sip the last of your soda, trying to look like you aren’t listening.

They lower their voices so you can’t really get all of what they are talking about but you hear. “The Dungeon”, “Leather”, “Latex”, and “whips”.

“This can’t be real.” You think to yourself. The whole reason your girlfriend broke up with you was because you wanted to try something that she thought was “kinky”. You didn’t really think it was kinky, you just wanted her to wear tall leather boots and a latex bustier, and control you in bed. But it weirded her out and she refused to answer your calls.

You get lost in a moment fantasizing about what your ex-girlfriend, Heather, would have looked like wearing the boots and bustier that you bought her. You felt the leather of the boots against your skin when you bought them. They would have looked so sexy on her.

You see the guys all get up from their table. “Are you going back?” the one guy asks.

“I might. I had an amazing time, I just need to make sure I don’t max out my credit card.”

“Just don’t use the corporate card.” The other jokes.

“Yeah, only executives can do something like that.” The first one jokes.

You head back to your desk and do a quick search online for “The Dungeon”.

There were a few different responses, most of which were related to video games or RPG. You redefine your search including the name of your city. The first couple replies are still related to gaming, but farther down you see something that says “This is a 18+ site”.

You click on it and you read “Welcome to The Dungeon. A place where you can explore your private fantasies. Sexual, Non-sexual, Role Playing, and BDSM services available.”

You know that Corporate IT monitors website activity, so you copy the website address and email it to yourself, so you can check out the site at home.

Once you are home, after you make yourself a quick dinner, you power up your laptop, and open up the link. 

You create a username and password. It asks for age verification. It gives you two options, 1: Upload your ID and a Selfie or 2: Use a valid Credit Card. You think about it for a moment. If you upload your ID and a selfie, and they are doing something nefarious with it, you have set yourself up for identity theft. If you use a credit card, they could steal and misuse it. Reaching into your wallet, you pick a credit card that is almost maxed out. If it is a scam, they can’t do much with it.

After you plug in your information, the screen changes. “Welcome, you have been verified. Do you wish to enter?” You click on “Yes”.

The screen is filled with various images.  The faces are blurred but the body parts are visible. You see women and men dressed in various types of fetish gear. You see beds, couches, pommel horses, and tables in a variety of rooms.

“If you like what you see, please contact us for an in-person visit.” You continue scrolling down, intrigued by what you see. The idea of being tied, and controlled has you hard.

“Rules for In-person visits.

1. Complete the questionnaire.

2. Schedule an appointment with a Master or Mistress.

3. Payment is up front and non-refundable.

4. No illegal acts.

Be honest about your fantasy and we will do our best make it come true.”

You reach down and rub your crotch. Your cock is so hard just thinking about the sexy Mistress they show.

You click on the questionnaire. “Please check ‘Yes’ for all items you wish to do and ‘No’ for all that you do not agree to. If you wish to experiment with something,

please check the ‘Needs Discussion/Comments’ box.”

You have seen loan applications that were less detailed.

It starts off with “Sexual Activity” “Giving/Performing”. It quickly goes down the list Kissing; Cunnilingus (pussy licking/eating); Blow Job; Face Fucking /Rough Blow Job; and continues down for 3 pages. It asks similar questions for “Receiving/Bottoming”, “Fluid Exchange”, “Bondage/Restraint”, and the last deals with “Safe Word”.

You think long and hard as you fill it out. You want to be restrained; slapping (face); slapping (body); Give cunnilingus; Give Vaginal Sex; Use Condoms; and Receive Oral Sex.  You have never done any anal play. Your previous girlfriends all thought it was gross or dirty. You click ‘Needs Discussion’ on Anal Sex Fingering, and then No on the rest of it. You look it over and then add ‘Needs Discussion’ to Giving Anal Sex.

You submit the questionnaire. A schedule pops up on the screen. A number of Mistresses and their dates and times available appear. A note at the top reads “For your first time, the Master or Mistress will spend time interviewing you. This will not be charged to you. If either party does not think that the appointment will be a good match, a different Master or Mistress may be chosen, if available. If you violate any of the house rules, you will be expelled and barred from the establishment.”

You read that a couple of times to make sure you understand. You would hate to go through all of this prep work, just to be turned away.

You notice that they seem to be busy on the weekend, but during the week, there are more spots available during the day. You haven’t used sick days in a while. So you email your boss and tell him you are feeling sick and will go to the doctor tomorrow. You then pick a Mistress with a mid-day opening and hit send.

A confirmation email hits your inbox.

You confirm and double-check the address. It is in the old part of Downtown. You feel nervous but excited. You go to bed and jerk off to a porn video with a woman wearing lots of leather and latex and spanking the man before she forces him to lick her to an orgasm. You stroke yourself so hard and cum quickly, then wipe yourself clean and go to sleep.

 

When you wake up, you call into work to make sure your boss got the email about being sick. He hopes you feel better and will see you tomorrow.

After you shower and clean up, you look at your closet and pick something to wear. You want to look nice, but you don’t really want to wear your “work clothes” to a place called “The Dungeon”.

You put on a pair of khaki slacks and a red polo shirt. When you look in the mirror, you think “Great, I look like ‘Jake from State Farm’.” You are about to change and then stop. You normally don’t dress like this, so you might not be recognized so quickly if someone from the office sees you.

Just to make it look good, you drive from your place to your doctor’s office. You pull into the parking lot and wait for a bit. Then you drive from there to downtown.

As you drive through the part of the city that was Old Downtown, you see a lot of brownstone buildings. Things that used to be stores, newspaper offices, office buildings, and are now just apartments or set for demolition as part of the Mayor’s revitalization effort.  Down a side street you see an old gothic style church. But what catches your eye is that there are no crosses on it. The original sign is gone, replaced by a small one that reads “By Appointment Only”.

You park in the parking lot, and walk past the iron fence that surrounds the property. It all looks a bit eerie even though it is mid-day with full sunshine.

The front door is old oak with black iron hardware, and a large knocker on it.

You grab the metal ring and bang it. The door opens and the hinges squeak loudly. You almost expect to see cobwebs and torchlight, but inside looks pleasant. There are a row of upholstered chairs along a wall, and a desk with a professional looking receptionist. She looks up from her computer screen. “Hello, and welcome to the Dungeon. And you are?”

You walk forward and tell her your name. She checks her screen and nods, then she stands up. “Please follow me.” She leads you to a down a hall that probably was at one time classrooms or offices. The doors are all closed and look to be the same old oak design as the front door. She stops and uses the knocker. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman wearing a thick bathrobe. “Mistress, your next appointment is here.”

She opens the door wider and invites you in. The room is more like what you were expecting. A lot of grey stone and iron candlesticks and sconces.  You see another soft chair and sit in it. She picks up her tablet and clicks on the screen. “Ok, according to your questionnaire, you want to be tied down, slapped and controlled.” She says in a very matter of fact way.

You are a little shocked by it, but then you realize that it is her profession, so you should have expected it. “Yes.” You stammer a little nervously. “I asked my girlfriend, I mean ex-girlfriend to dress up and tie me down.”

She taps her screen again, “Dress up how?”

You describe the bustier and boots, and how you really wanted her to control you and use you for sex.

She slowly nods and taps on the screen of her tablet. “It says here that you “Need to Discuss” Anal, and only have ‘fingering’ marked off.”

You feel nervous again. “I have wanted…to try…but my girlfriends said it was gross, dirty, or gay.”

She sets down her tablet and looks directly in your eyes. “What do you think about anal play?”

You feel a little embarrassed. “When I watch anal sex in porn, it turns me on.”

She nods. “So why did you list ‘Fingering’?”

“I want to see how it feels. Especially when I am restrained or tied down.” You explain.

She moves closer. “You want to feel helpless, as your exposed ass is penetrated and entered?” she says in a soft, seductive voice.

Just thinking about it has you starting to get hard, and swallow nervously. “Yes.”

She leans back and picks up the tablet and jots down some notes. “Is there anything else you want me to add?”

“I like women wearing tall boots, and form fitting leather or latex.”

She nods. “Do you want to schedule 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes, or a full hour?”

You think about it.  “If I pick a shorter time, can I extend the session if we need?”

“You can but you will be charged for it.” She says with a pleasant smile.

You pull your wallet out and pick the card you used for ID purposes. “Let’s just do 20 minutes.”

“Oh, one more thing, so I fully understand what you want. You didn’t mention hair or skin color of the Mistress. Do you have a preference?”

You look at her, with her hair pulled in a pony tail and the thick bathrobe covering what she is wearing underneath, and immediately picture her in tall boots and latex. “I like how you look. I don’t really have a preference but I think you are very sexy.”

She smiles and winks at you. “I think you are cute too. Ok. I will need to change. While I am doing that, I will have one of my assistants secure you. Do you want the flat bed or the movable table?”

“Can I look closer at each?” you ask.

She stands up and guides you deeper into the room. The bed is an old style brass frame bed with padded restraints attached to each corner. The cover on the mattress is new and hadn’t been used. You then walk to what she called the ‘movable table’. It looks like something from a horror movie. It has straps and restraints, can be flat, standing up, or any angle in between. Also there are sections where the table can be opened to expose chest, pussy, or penis, if you are laying on your front, or your ass if you are lying on your back. Your mind comes up with a myriad of fantasies and positions using the table. But you shake your head. “Lets use the bed this time.”

She nods. Clicks on her tablet. “I forgot to ask. You want to be restrained but not humiliated. Is that correct?”

You nod. “I like the idea of being someone prisoner who is being used for sexual purposes. But I really don’t need to be told that ‘I’m weak or pathetic’.”

She makes another note on the tablet. “Ok. You are my prisoner.  Did you bring clothing to change into?”

You give her a confused look. “Why?”

“If I treat you like a prisoner, then I could rip or cut your clothing off of you.”

“Damn, I didn’t think of that. I should have brought something to change into afterwards, or clothing that already had rips and tears.”

She holds up her hand. “If you enjoy yourself this time, then next time we can rip and cut your clothing off of you. Just get naked and sit on the bed.”

You nod. “Is there anything else?”

She shakes her head and holds up her tablet. “I just need to hit ‘purchase’ and process your card.” You take the card from your wallet and she taps it against her tablet.

She takes her cell phone and texts. There is a knock at the door. She opens it and a large man wearing a gimp mask silently walks in. She points over to you. “Slave. Secure the prisoner to the bed. I will return shortly.”

As you lie on the bed, you feel the padded cuffs put on your wrists and ankles. A blindfold is put on your eyes. The “slave” never said a word, and you heard the door open and close.

You hear boots walking on the stone floor. A crack echoes in the room. You think it might be a whip being cracked in the air. The sound excites you as you picture the Mistress wearing tall boots and tight latex in your mind. As she walks closer, you get so hard.

“So, my latest prisoner is excited to be in my presence.” You hear her voice say.

You try to think of dialogue from porn movies, but you only think of bad action and adventure movies. “You’ll never break me. I might be your prisoner but I’m free where it counts.”

You feel her breath on your ear.  “I don’t need to break you. I’m just going to use you until I’m tired of you. You are going to be my personal ‘fuck toy’.” She says in a soft seductive tone. “Mmmmm  Look at that. You seem excited by that thought.”

You hear the sound of her pulling on surgical gloves, then you hear the cap open on a bottle. Cold liquid drips along your hard shaft, then you feel her gloved hand firmly grip you and slowly stroke you. Up and down. The lube makes her hand feel so slick.

‘”Oh God that feels good.” You say as you try to reach down but you only move your wrists a little.

“Yes, you are my little ‘Fuck Toy’. Kept on the bed so I can use you any way I want.” She says in a louder tone

You feel so excited. You don’t know how long you are going to last.

She stops stroking you. Your hard cock thumps against your stomach.

You hear a zipper, then feel the bed move. Pleather clad knees are on both sides of your head and you smell the scent of wet cunt.

“You have been pretty vocal. Let’s see if we can put your mouth to a better use.” She says above you.

Damp, warm pussy lips are pressed against your mouth.  Hungrily you stick out your tongue to lick and taste her. “Yes. Look at that tongue. You are going to be my “Fuck Toy’. I’m going to use your mouth and your prick, and maybe even your ass.” She says in a commanding voice.

You try to reach for her thighs but pull against the restraints. She holds her pussy right above your mouth, rubbing her lips and clit against you.

You try to suck her clit.  You feel a playful slap across your face. “No. I control what you suck and what you lick.” She then pulls your hair. You feel the lube in your hair as she pulls firmly.  “If I want you to suck my clit, I will fuck your mouth with it. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress!” you say loudly.

“You are such a good little toy. I want to feel you inside of me.” She says in a more seductive tone. You feel her raise up off of you.

A moment later you feel paper towels wiping the lube off of your hard shaft. The rough texture is something you didn’t expect. A moment later, you feel her stand your cock up, and you feel a condom slowly roll down along it.

“Yes. You are perfect for riding now. And you can’t do a thing about it.”

You feel her sit on the bed.  It sounds like she is removing her boots. You nod and think that makes sense. Riding cowgirl or reverse cowgirl will be easier without the boots and will prevent from tearing the bed cover with the heels.

You feel the bed move as she is probably standing on it, and slowly lowering herself. She grabs your rubber-clad dick and slowly rubs her pussy lips along the shaft. Then you feel as she takes you deeper into her. Her pussy is so warm and wet. Even through the condom, you can feel the heat. She goes up and down multiple time until you are fully inside of her. “Oh GOD this feels so damn good.” You say as you start breathing harder. She rocks her pelvis back and forth, grinding her clit against you.

“Is my little Fuck Toy going to cum? I’m going to ride you until done with you.” She says leaning over you. You feel her pleather covered chest rubbing against yours.

“Damn it Heather, this is all I wanted. Why couldn’t you do this.” You say out of anger and sadness. You feel pleasure moving through you. You try to hump up against her but your ankle and wrist cuffs prevent you from doing it. You feel her breathing harder too as she rides you. Her pussy is pulsing around your cock. You explode and fill the condom.

Then you feel her climb off of you. You feel her unlock the restraints. You sit up and remove the blindfold. She has her thick bathrobe on again, but you see the tall boots on the floor.

“You have a few minutes left. Do you want me to probe your ass?” She asks very professionally.

You stand up and slowly get dressed.  “Not this time Mistress. That was amazing. That was everything I wanted.”

You see her walk over and move a curtain which reveals a sink attached to the wall and wash her hands. “You might want to come over here and wash yourself off before you leave.”

She points to a stack of wash clothes and small towels, right next to a hamper. You follow her, soap up a cloth and wash your soft dick so that it is nice and clean. She gives you another wet washcloth and says. “Here, you might want to use it in your hair. Sorry I got a little carried away.”

“No apologies. It was perfect.” You say as you wash the lube out of your hair.

The timer on her tablet goes off. She taps it to silence it.

“Heather really doesn’t know what she missed out on. But her loss is the Dungeon’s gain.” She says. “Would you like to schedule a follow-up for next week?”

You are a little shocked when she says Heather’s name, but you realize that you must have said it aloud when she was riding you. “You’re right, her loss is your gain. I will have to see my work schedule and see when I can take off.”

“We have a ‘lunch time special’. A 30-minute session for the price of a 20-minute. But that is only available Monday through Friday, from 11 o’clock to 1 o’clock. We can even work in a group rate, if you have friends that need fantasies fulfilled.”

You realize that you must be blushing when she mentioned the group rate, because she follows it up with “or if you just need time alone from the office, we are a great place to relax.”

“I will think about it, Mistress. Thank you for an amazing session. Is there a way to pay a tip directly to you?”

She smiles and shows you her Cash App number on her tablet.

You pull out your phone and make a quick transfer. In the notes you type. “Special clinic for emotional health”.

“It has been a pleasure to help fulfil your fantasy.” She says as she escorts you to the door.

“It is a pleasure to be here, Mistress.” You say and then leave.

As you drive home think about when you want to return. At a stop light you quickly email yourself a note, “Check work schedule for ‘lunch special’ next week.”

“No Heather doesn’t know what she missed out on.” You say as the light turns green.

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Empty House on Prom Night

 

You can’t believe it. You feel like just last week you were walking the kids to school. Holding the hands of your son and daughter as you crossed the neighborhood streets.

But standing in front of you is your son, a high school senior, wearing a tux. Your daughter is a sophomore, wearing a beautiful lilac dress that your wife helped pick.

You are taking photos with your phone as your wife keeps trying to make small adjustments to their outfits. Straightening a tie here, adjusting a flower there. They look so grown up.

A sedan pulls up and your daughter’s date gets out. He is a nice boy, who has been to the house before. When your daughter mentioned going to the prom, you really hadn’t thought about it. Her date looks good wearing his tux. You have him stand by your daughter and take a few photos. His cumberbun and tie are the same color as your daughter’s dress. They look cute.

“Dad, Mom said I should take your car.”

You are about to protest when you see your wife give you a slow nod from behind him.

“Oh. Ok. Remember to take it easy. If you want to pull the top down…”

“Yes Dad. I have helped you do it many times. I’m ready to go pick up Gwen. I should be home shortly after the dance ends.”

You give him the keys to your car, and he turns and hugs his mom. “Thanks Mom. See you later.”

Your daughter and her date get into his parent’s sedan and drive off. You slowly wave.

“So why did I give our son the convertible tonight?”

Your wife gives you a side hug. “Because it is a two-seater. If I let him have the SUV, then..” 

“He and Gwen would have used the backseat.” You give her a quick kiss.

Inside the house, you transfer the photos from your phone to your computer. Your wife leans on the desk, looking at them as you do. “They really look good.”

“Yeah. I wonder if I would have looked like that if I went to prom?” you say in an absentminded way.

“Wait a minute. You didn’t go to your prom either?” your wife says.

You look at her. “No. I wasn’t dating anyone back then, and I really didn’t dance much. What’s your excuse?”

She straightens up. “Pretty much the same. You didn’t know me before college, but I was a late bloomer.”

You stand up and hug her. “I’m happy that I have you regardless of when you bloomed.”

She gets a strange smile on her face. “We have the house all to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Do you want to go upstairs?” You ask with a grin.

“No. Let’s dance instead.”

You look at her for a moment. “Are you sure? Just turn on some music and dance right here?”

She frowns for a moment. “Oh, never mind. It was just a crazy thought.”

You quickly take her hand and pull her to you. “No, my love. It is a beautiful thought. I don’t think we have time to dress up. But how about we imagine what the other would be wearing.”

“Can I put on some music first?” She asks.

“OK. Should I pour us some drinks?”

“Sure. As long as it isn’t that ginger ale with sherbet that they used to do at the school events.” She says going over to the sound system in the den.

“God. I had forgotten about that. What was it about ginger ale or lemon-lime soda in a punch-bowl with a block of sherbet in the middle? It wasn’t only the school events, but I remember church youth events doing that too.” You say as you mix a couple of rum and cokes. Heavy on the coke and light on the rum, just in case you have to drive anywhere later.

You hear one of your CDs. Music that was popular back when you were in school. Your wife is already slowly moving to the song. You hand her a drink. “Your refreshment, Madam.” You say in a formal tone.

She sips it. “Oh, you’re a naughty boy. You spiked my drink.” She says in a tone of mock horror.

“I thought that maybe it would help put you in the mood and I’d get lucky.” You say with a wink.

She sets it down on an end table and puts her arms around your neck. “You might not need it. I’m already in the mood.”

You set your glass down and put your hands on her waist. You both move gently to the music. 

Her body feels so good in your hands. “What color would you have worn?” you ask her.

She thinks for a second and then whispers “Pale blue like my panties.”

You close your eyes and picture her wearing a strapless, pale blue dress. “With or without the ruffled petticoat?”

She again leans into you and whispers “Without, to give you easier access when we sneak out of the dance.”

You hold her tight, as you dance to the music. The song ends and another begins. “What did you load on?” you ask.

“I picked Hughes movie soundtrack and put it on random.” She says with a soft sigh.

“You are such a clever minx.” You say. As you hold her body against yours, you start to get hard.

“Mmmmmm Someone is having fun. How do I look in the dress?”

“You look ravishing.” You say and then describe the form fitting, pale blue, strapless evening gown you are imagining her wearing.

“Mmmmm Strapless, so I don’t have a bra on? What kind of girl do you think I am?”
 “Maybe you have a strapless bra or bustier on under the dress?” you respond in a playful tone. “Is that the kind of girl you are?”

She thinks for a moment, and then gives you a wicked smile. “Back then I wouldn’t have had the guts to go strapless, but if it turns you on that much, maybe I should change for real?”

“Maybe we should sit out the next song, drink our drinks and get to know each other better?” You respond.

“Oh, but you are my date, and I already know you so well. You picked me up wearing a tux with a pale blue tie and cumberbun. My parents took pictures of us and we came here in your father’s convertible.” She says, explaining her fantasy.

You kiss her and hold her tightly. “Why don’t we just skip the rest of the dance and make love on the couch? We have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours still.”

She nods and kisses you.

You both finish your drinks as you move to the couch. The music is still playing as you slowly unbutton her spring frock that she has worn all day. Underneath you see a pale blue bra. “Matching bra and panties? How nice.” You say and kiss her. You undo her bra as you kiss down her neck. You feel her unzip your fly and opens your pants.

You continue kissing down her chest. “Your breasts have grown so nicely over the years.” You think back to how she looked before she had both kids. Her breasts were smaller, yet firmer.

“Do you still love them after all these years?” she asks with a sigh.

You cup both of them with your hands and roll her nipples with your fingertips. “They are so lovely and tasty looking.” You then lick around her right nipple and suck it firmly.

You feel her grip your firm shaft and stroke it.

Sucking her nipple harder, you also pull her left nipple, so she lets out a moan of pleasure. You release her left nipple and slide her dress off her shoulders.

She helps pull it down and then raises her hem up to her waist.

You stop sucking her nipple and look down at her panties, seeing a damp spot at the crotch. “I see that you are enjoying yourself too.” You say in a deep tone and then move down between her thighs. Her panties are not anything special or sexy, but just seeing how excited she is, turn you on even more.

Putting your hands under her legs, you kiss the inside of her right thigh. Softly kissing, then licking with the tip of your tongue and teasing her as you lick closer to the damp material. Using just the tip, you work your tongue up and down, moving the fabric so it rubs her wet pussy lips.

You slide the gusset aside as she spreads her legs wider. Slowly you lick up and down her wet pussy lips, licking around and between. She reaches down and puts her hands on your head. “A teen-aged boy wouldn’t know how to do that.” She says with a purr to her voice.

“Maybe there are advantages to being older.” You comment before you suck her clit. A maneuver you didn’t know about until you had been married for a few years.

“Mmmmmm Yes. Just like that.” She says holding on to your head.

“What don’t high-schoolers know how to do that?” you playfully say and then suck her again and hum so the vibrations from your mouth travel through her.

“Damn, my college…. boyfriend….. didn’t know….. how to do that.” She says gasping in pleasure, as you slide a couple of fingers into her wet and ready pussy.

Between the humming of your mouth, the suction on her clit, and the thrusting of your fingers, you bring her to a quick climax.

You remove your fingers from her, and suck the juices off of them. “Yes, a prom date probably wouldn’t have done that to you.”

She pulls you closer and kisses you. “Should I show you what I would have done to a prom date in the front seat of a car?”

She still has her dress on her waist as she pulls your pants and underwear off and has you sit. Your hard dick is standing in anticipation. She gets on her knees in front of you, grabs the shaft and starts licking around the tip.

You pat the empty spot on the couch next to you. “Shouldn’t you be here? In the passenger seat, leaning over me to do that?” You ask playfully.

She smiles up at you. “Of course. We are in your father’s convertible..” she gets up, kneels on the couch, and leans over your crotch. “The top is down, and anyone might catch us.”

You imagine the scene in your mind. OK, it’s your car, and it is the kind of thing the two of you did around the time the kids were born. But it is exciting to you just the same. Your cock is really hard just anticipating her wet, warm mouth.

“Mmmmmm, you like the idea of being caught here in the prom parking lot.” She says and starts licking and sucking you.

You place one hand on her head and slide the other one behind her and under her panties. As she licks, sucks, and strokes you, you slowly finger her ass crack and her slit.

“You are still so wet. I hear that good girls like you, want to remain pure for their future husbands, so you take it in the ass instead.” You say in a soft slow tone.

She takes you fully in her mouth. The tip of your cock feels her throat. “Damn…” you gasp.

She pulls you free and strokes it. “You are thinking of those girls who go to religious schools. They wear those plaid skirts and keep their pussies pure by doing anal. I go to public school.” She strokes you harder and then sucks your balls.

“Ohhh…. God… that feels…so good… but maybe…..I should…. be dating… one of them?” You try to say playfully.

She then sits up and straddles you, feeding your wet, lubed shaft into her waiting cunt.

“Don’t you want this instead?” she asks in an almost serious tone.

As she lowers herself on to you, she feels so good. You love when she rides you. Her breasts are rubbing against your shirt, so you pull it off and feel her soft, full tits rub across your bare chest.

You kiss her as she grinds against you. “You are my date… my love…. and always will be.”

She rides you harder and faster. You grip her ass cheeks as you try to thrust into her. “Yes… that’s it… Cum for me…. My prom date.” She says.

You try to thrust and hold it inside of her. You feel your cock unload inside of her. She then keeps rocking back and forth. “Give me a minute to finish too.”

You know how sensitive her nipples are, so you suck one, and pull the other. “Mmmmm….Ooooooo…Yessss…” she says as you feel her pussy pulsing around your softening dick.

You realize the music has stopped. You both kiss each other deeply and then hug tightly, feeling your hearts beating against each other.

“Do you think we should have gone to our proms?” You ask.

As she climbs off of you and gets fully undressed. “No. I think our fantasy prom is more than what we need.” She then kisses you on the cheek. She takes all of her clothes in her arm. “If you really want to fuck my ass, give me a little time to prep it. It’s been years since we last did that.” She smiles and winks.

You get up off the couch and realize that there are wet spots and cum drips. You pull up your pants and get some upholstery cleaner from the cleaning closet.

As you clean up the mess, your wife comes back wearing her bathrobe and nightie. “I forgot about that. I’m glad the kids didn’t come home and find stains on the couch.”

“Yeah. When I’m done, shall we watch a movie and have some ice cream?” You ask.

“Sure. I have just the perfect movie in mind.” She says with a wink and smile. You watch her walk over to the CD rack with all of the R-rated movies and grabs a raunchy “sex comedy”.

With the couch cushion all cleaned, you get up and kiss her on the cheek. “What will the kids think when they get home?”

“That they have weird parents who watch trashy movies together. Isn’t it what old married couples are supposed to do?” 
 “I don’t know. I’ll tell you when I feel like we are an old married couple.” You respond and get changed.

When your daughter gets home, she finds you both on the couch snuggled up to each other. “Gross. Get a room.” She says like a typically teen.

You kiss and continue holding each other.

You hear your car pull into the drive way and your son walks into the house. His tie is undone and his tux jacket is over his shoulder.

“Did you have a good time?” your wife asks.

He smiles. “I did. I’m tired. Can I tell you about it in the morning?”

“Of course. We’ll go to bed too.” You say, turning off the TV.

“Prom night is a special night.” Your wife says.

You grab and kiss her hand. “Yes it is.”

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Santa's Naughty Girl

 

It is tough when your kids get to a certain age. You want to keep the mystery and magic of the universe, but you don’t want to lie to them either. Like when they find your vibrator in your nightstand and you explain that “It is something that daddy and mommy uses to help massage our muscles when they are sore.”

“But, Mommy, why was it in the nightstand, with tubes of ‘jelly’ and lotion?” they honestly ask.

Your husband walks up, “Kiddo, you have seen me massage mommy’s feet when they are sore, right?”

“Uh-hu.”

“And sometimes I put lotion on them when I do it, right?” He continues.

“Sure” he nods.

“Sometimes mommy needs daddy to massage other places. This helps with that.”

“And the lotions are like the foot lotion and skin cream?” your child continues.

“Yes. They are used by mommies and daddies. That’s why we keep them in the nightstand drawer. Any other questions, my dear?”

“Nope. Can I watch a video?” they ask in a satisfied tone.

“Sure, go turn on Disney or Nick. Maybe we’ll watch too in a bit.” Once they are in the other room, you say “That was close. Can you put this back in the drawer?”

“Sure, my love. By the way, do you see why I put all of the Christmas gifts in the storage unit?” He says taking it from you and walking towards the bedroom. 

“Yes, If they were in our closet the kids would have probably found them. Do you want some hot cocoa?”

As you sit in the family room drinking hot cocoa with your husband and kids, you, remind the kids that they aren’t to go into mommy and daddy’s room, no matter how tempting it is. They happily agree, but you know that they will forget or temptation will get the best of them.

Yes, your husband was right to put the Christmas gifts in the storage unit, when he got out the decorations.

Later on, lying in bed, you ask, “Dear, how are you going to put the presents under the tree without the kids knowing they are from us?”

“I have a plan. I’ll get them from storage when the kids are asleep and bring them home before they wake up. I might even have a few surprises for you too.” He says as he holds your body tightly against his. His hands slowly caressing your breasts as he kisses your neck. You reach down and grab his hardening dick.

“Mmmm I guess I won’t need the massager tonight.” You say playfully.

After kissing, licking, rubbing, and preparing each other, lower yourself on him and ride him. Enjoying how it feels to have him inside of you. So much, that you don’t notice you are getting loud.

A soft rapping on the bedroom door. “Mommy, Daddy. Are you okay?” you hear a soft voice ask.

Nervously, you respond, “We are okay, baby. Go back to bed. Daddy is helping Mommy.”

“Yes, baby, Mommy had a cramp and I am massaging her.”

“Yes, the cramp went away, and I feel better.” You say as you climb off your husband, wrap a blanket around you and go to the door. Opening it you see your son, standing there hugging his stuffed animal.

“Are you sure you’re okay Mommy? You sounded like you were hurt.”

You hug him tightly, wrapping the blanket around him too as you try to ignore the wetness of your pussy under your nightgown. “I’m better now. Let’s go back to bed.”

You walk with him and make sure he gets back in bed. Kissing him on his forehead and then kissing his stuffed animal, you tell him to sleep tight, you will see him in the morning.

You check on your daughter, who is sound asleep in her room.

As you climb back into bed, you snuggle back up to your husband. “Do you want to continue?” you quietly ask.

He hugs you tightly, “Not right now. I don’t want to have to explain that you are helping me with a cramp too. Plus it is getting late.” He kisses you again, “And I have a special plan for Christmas Eve.”

Christmas Eve is a busy day. Both your husband and you had work. You went into the office, while he teleworked and watched the kids. You were hoping the office would be quiet but most of your co-workers either took vacation time or were teleworking, so you were the person in the office to answer phones, deal with the cleaning staff, and respond to last-minute requests from the managers. Aside from that, the office was empty. A couple times during the day, you send a few suggestive texts to your husband. He responds, but you can tell the kids are near him so he is keeps things G-rated. You fantasize about him being in your office, licking your pussy as you sit on the bosses desk, and then having your husband fuck you hard so that you make a mess all over the couch in the break room. But they are just fantasies and will have to wait.

By the time you get home, you are exhausted, because holiday traffic was so heavy and stressful. When you walk into the house, you smell dinner cooking. The kids run up and hug you as you take off your coat.

“Daddy said we should eat before we go to Church.”

“Yeah, he made mashed tatoes and ham.”

“He even made orange potatoes, and peas. Daddy let me sprinkle the brown sugar on them.”

“I got to eat some pineapple, as Daddy put them on the ham.”

As you walk into the kitchen, your husband is stirring a few pots on the stove and you can smell the ham baking in the oven. You walk up and kiss him, placing a hand on his waist.

“Mmmm that smells good. Thanks for having things ready.”

“I figured if you had teleworked, you would have done the same thing.” He turns and kisses you harder. “Why don’t you change into something comfortable and I’ll have the kids set the table. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

You give him a side hug, and whisper in his ear, “I wish the kids were out right now. I could use a special massage. All day I have been fantasizing about having sex with you. On my manager’s desk, on the break room couch, and even sucking you off as I answer the phone.”

“I’m sorry that I missed all of that. But I promise to make it up to you tonight. I have a special surprise once the kids are asleep.” He whispers back.

You nod and head to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes. You could change into sweats and an ugly Christmas sweater that your in-laws gave you, but after dinner you will go to church, so you put on a dress with matching bra and panties, and of course a slip. You could do stockings, but decide on pantyhose instead. Looking in the mirror, you are pleased with how you look. Conservative and slightly classy. Perfect for church.

“Wow Mommy, you look beau’ful” your daughter says.

“I helped set the table, so everyone sit and eat.” Your son proudly comments.

“You look nice, Dear.” Your husband says as he carries out the serving bowls with food.

In a minute, your husband says Grace and then you all dish up. It tastes as good as it smells. It doesn’t surprise you, because your husband is a pretty good cook.

After dinner, your husband cleans the kitchen as you get the kids dressed for church. You want them to look nice, so “pretty clothes and dress shoes” you tell them as you help. They are still young enough that they will wear what you tell them, without too many complaints. By the time you are done, your husband has put on at sport coat and tie. He picked the tie with bright red poinsettias on it. Another previous gift from your in-laws.

The Christmas Eve service is well attended, and similar to previous ones. Your favorite part is when the lights go out, and everyone holds up a small battery powered candle as you sing “Silent Night”. It is always so pretty. And then it is followed by the lights coming back on and the choir loudly proclaiming “Joy to the World”. Your son sings along as loud as he can. On your way out the Minister shakes everyone’s hand and thanks them for attending. Your son loudly asks “Is Santa coming here tonight too? To bring presents to baby Jesus?”

The minister crouches down and smiles. “I bet he will. Why don’t you come back on Sunday? Maybe Santa will have left something for him.”

Your husband is carrying your daughter who is feeling sleepy after the big dinner and long service. “Then we better get home, so Santa remembers to visit our house too.” He says, shaking the Minister’s hand. “Great sermon. See you Sunday.”

Once you are home, everyone gets ready for bed, but your husband has the kids sit on the couch. You set out a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. Your husband brings out two books. “Twas the Night Before Christmas” and “How the Grinch stole Christmas.” He starts with the Grinch. But instead of using his loud reading voice, tonight he’s reading in a softer and quieter tone. By the time he finishes, both kids are asleep. You help him carry them to bed.

“Okay. I’ll get the presents. Can you change into your silky nightie and robe combo?” He asks.

You nod but are curious. The nightie is sheer and almost see-thru and barely covers you. The robe is thin, silky, but opaque. Just in case one of the kids wakes up, you are still covered.

You aren’t sure what he is doing, but knowing your husband it’s something you will enjoy. You sit on the couch and read one of your “smutty fantasy novels”. As it describes an elf having sex with a female warrior, you get a little wet.

The door slowly opens and you see Santa carrying a large bag over his shoulder. “What! Who are you?” you ask almost too loudly.

Then you recognize your husband’s voice from under the fake beard. “So have you been a good girl this year?”

You get off the couch and help him put the gifts under the tree as he pulls them out of the bag. “I can’t believe you did this.” You whisper to him.

“Do you like it?” he whispers back.

“I’ll show you after we get all the gifts under the tree.” You say.

In a few minutes, everything looks amazing. You take your cell phone and snap some photos. Including a few of Santa putting gifts under the tree.

Then he hugs you, “So have you been a good girl this year, or have you been naughty?”

You are already turned on, and the Santa suit seems so kinky you tell him, “I have been a naughty girl. What does Santa do with naughty girls?” Then you undo your robe and show him your nightie underneath. Your nipples harden as he caresses your breasts through the silky fabric.

“Maybe I should spank you first. Naughty girls get spankings.” It had been a while since your husband played with your ass. But the thought of it sends a tingle though you.

He sits on the couch and pulls you across his lap, uncovering your bare ass.

“Oh I see you are a naughty girl. You don’t have panties on under your nightie.” He then smacks your right cheek. It feels good and not painful. Then he smacks the left one a little harder. His fingers then move up and down your damp pussy and ass crack. “Yes, you are a naughty girl. You are excited to see Santa tonight.”

As you lie across his lap, the fake fur of the Santa costume is soft on your skin, and you feel him getting hard under you. “I think Santa like it too.” You say in a breathless voice.

“Maybe naughty girls want something else Santa has?” He says, as he moves you to your knees and pulls down his pants. His hard cock tents his boxers.

“Oh, My Santa. Is that all for me?” you ask in a playful tone. Then you take it and lick the tip. You love his tip feels in your mouth.

“Naughty girls love to suck on Santa.”

“If I suck you off, will I be a Good Girl?”

“Do you want to suck or ride me?” he asks in an honest tone.

You cover his hard schlong in saliva and then move up. “You know I love Cowgirl. Let me ride you hard, Santa.”

He keeps the Santa Coat on as he sits back down on the couch. You mount him as he frees your breasts from the nightie and sucks your nipples. His warm wet mouth feels so good as he firmly sucks each nipple.

Your clit grinds against his neatly trimmed pubic patch as you flex your hips and ride him deeply. As you ride harder and faster, your husband kisses your mouth and grabs your hips. You know he is trying to keep quiet as he is close to cuming. You feel the pleasure moving through you as your husband holds you still and you feel his cock throbbing inside of you. Your pussy pulses around him and you kiss him harder.

He hugs you firmly for a moment and then you get up. There is a wet spot on the couch and when your husband stands up, cum drips from his soft cock onto the Santa pants around his ankles. “So much for my cleaning deposit” he mumbles.

You go to the kitchen and get some paper towels and fabric cleaner. The kids spill on the couch all the time, but juice doesn’t smell like sex so it is better to clean up after yourselves.

Your husband hands you a couple of cookies as he helps you wipe off the couch.

“You better drink that milk before it spoils.” You say.

He nods and chugs it down. “I better take the outfit back to the storage unit before they close for the night. I will see you in bed when I am done.”

You kiss him as he leaves, then go to bed, placing the robe by your vanity in your bedroom. When he gets back, he lies next to you and spoons you. His semi-hard dick nicely fitting against the crack of your ass, and his arm across you.

“Look what Santa Brought Us!” your kids scream as they bust into your bedroom. The sun is barely up, but it is morning.

“Okay kids. Give mommy and daddy a few minutes and we will come and see.” Your husband says in a fatherly tone, and the kids scamper back to the family room. He then kisses you. “Did you enjoy last night?”

“Yes. It wasn’t what I expected. But I was pleasantly surprised. Give me a minute I will put on sweats and my ugly Christmas sweater.” You say as you stretch and get up, still wearing your sheer nightie.

“So sexy.” You hear your husband say in a low tone and then pulls on sweatpants too. “I wonder if you are still on Santa’s Naughty list?”

“If I take the kids over to your parent’s house later, maybe you can find out.” You say in a sexy tone as you dress and join the rest of the family.

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Weekend Getaway - Part 2

You walk into the bar, put on the sunglasses, and find an empty stool with a clear view of the doorway. The bartender asks, “What will you have?”

“I’m new in town, what do you recommend?” you ask in a fake tourist accent.

A large guy in a cheap leisure suite comes up, “I think the little lady wants ‘Sex on the Beach’.” He looks you up and down. “Is this seat taken?”

You look at the bartender, “Just a glass of white wine for now.” then you look at the ‘lounge lizard’, “Unfortunately sweetie, yes, it is.”

At that moment, you see your husband in the doorway. He looks so sexy in his suit and tie.

The guy trying to hit on you looks at where you are looking and backs away.

The bartender sets down your glass, and motions at the ‘pest’ “Don’t mind him. He is a local just seeing what’s available. Will that be cash, card, or charged to your room?”

Your husband puts down his credit card, “I’ve got this one. And a rum and coke for me.”

You smile and in your tourist accent, say “Why thank you kind sir. I’m new in town, will you join me?” He sits down, and places a hand on your thigh, visibly caressing it so everyone in the bar can see. The place isn’t busy, but it isn’t empty either.

You like how people are looking at you. You haven’t felt this sexy in a while.

You take the sunglasses off and sip the wine. It’s cheap but it’s what you expected. 

Your husband leans in close to you, “Aside from the ‘lounge lizard’ have you seen all of the other’s looking at you?”

You slowly nod and sip your wine. “Between their looks, and your hand, you’ll have me wet before we get back to the room.” 

He smiles and says in a slightly louder voice, “Oh maybe later we can go back to your room, or we could go to mine?”

Some of the couples in the bar give you a knowing look, though one elderly woman gives you a sneer, while her aged husband gives your husband a ‘thumbs up’.

“Harold, don’t encourage that kind of thing,” you hear her say as she swats down her husband’s hand. “They might be cheating on their spouses.”

They finish their drinks and leave.

You both try to cover your smiles. “By the way, what is your name?” you ask your husband. 

Smiling broadly, he tells you it and extends his hand to shake. “Now that we have been introduced, your room or mine?”

The lounge lizard does a spit take at such a forward comment. Your finish your wine, “Yours,” you say, “I don’t want to disturb my husband.” placing the empty glass on the bar. 

He finishes his drink and pays the bill. The bartender gives him a wink as he has him sign the receipt. “Enjoy your night and be careful.”

You walk ahead swaying your hips suggestively, so everyone in the bar knows what you want and that you are going to get it.

Your husband catches up, and once you leave the bar, he hugs you tightly and kisses you firmly. “You are so bad. Those people think that you are such a slut.”

You press him against the wall and kiss him hard. “Just wait until we are in the room.”

As you keep him pressed against the wall of the corridor, kissing, you feel his hands on your ass. Slowly he slides his hands under your dress and grabs your ass firmly.

“Oh God, look at that ass.” you hear a voice say in the distance.

“We better head to our room.” you whisper.

“We don’t want to cause a scene.” He nods, flashes your ass to the person viewing, and then places his hand over your dress, still grabbing you.

You lean on him as you go to your room. He takes the key from his pocket. “Are you sure your husband won’t mind?” he asks going back into role. 

“He doesn’t have to know.” you say as you place your hand on his crotch. He is obviously enjoying this game because he is hard.

Once you are inside the room, “Do you want to couch or the bed?” he asks.

“I want to sit on the bed and watch you undress.” you respond. He smiles as you sit on the bed, raising your dress so he sees the tops of your stockings.

“Mmmmm, you look so lovely. Let me pour you a drink.” Grabbing the chilled sparkling wine, he fills two plastic cups, and hands you one. “Here is to the start of an enjoyable weekend.” He says raising his cup. You touch yours to his and then sip.

“Now, I want to watch you get out of that suit, Mister sexy businessman. By the way, do you have a wife that you are forgetting to be with me?” you ask playfully.

He slowly removes his tie. “No. If I had a wife, I would want her to be like you.” He then slowly pulls off the jacket and lays it onto a chair.

“Mmmm. You look so good in a suit and tie.” You say sipping from your cup and spreading your legs, flashing your damp panties.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt. “I bet you tell that to all your lovers.”

You playfully smile, “No, just the ones that make my pussy wet, and show me off in public.”

His chest looks good. You want to get up and caress him, but you instead slowly rub your thigh. “So what do you have in your pants?” you ask, slowly licking your lips, “Something that you want to show me?”

He opens his slacks and in his boxers, you see that he is already hard for you. “Your husband is such a lucky man. I bet your wet pussy tastes so good.” He steps out of his pants and lays them on the chair.

“Come here and find out.” you say moving to the edge of the bed. You quickly drink the rest of the sparkling wine, because you don’t want to spill it. 

He gets on his knees and softly grabs your thighs. His warm lips kiss the inside of your thighs, at the top of the stocking. He slowly kisses his way closer to your pussy.

“You are good at this. Are you sure you don’t have a wife. You would make a great husband.” He licks the damp fabric of your panties. You feel the pressure of his firm tongue going up and down, rubbing the fabric against your pussy lips.

Then you feel him slide the crotch of your panties to the side and his smooth wet tongue slides into you. It always feels so good when he licks your hungry cunt. Grabbing his hair, you press his face tighter against you. “God! I need this so badly.” you say as grind against his face.

All day you have wanted him. The man who knows you so well. The father of your children. The only man who would take the time and effort to play this game for your pleasure. You want to cum with his tongue deep in your pussy.

He is enjoying this too as he grips your hips and fucks you with his tongue. His nose rubbing your clit. “You are such a horny slut. Does your husband know you want to cum so badly.?” He asks looking up at you.

You are breathing harder and you pull his hair. You feel his mouth on your clit and a finger between your wet open lips. He sucks your clit firmly as the finger slides into you.

You pull his hair and tighten your thigh around his head. “Only you….know how to… make me…. cum like that.” you say breathing harder and feeling the wave of pleasure move through you.

He keeps sucking and fingering you as your body clenches in pleasure for a moment. “Oh God I Needed This!” You don’t know if you are thinking it or saying it aloud.

Either way it feels so good. You feel the suction stop and the fingers slip from you. He has you lie back and kisses your mouth.

“You are so excited tonight. Does your husband know you get excited like this with strange businessmen?”

You exhale for a moment and let the tingles within you slow. You kiss him and reach down gripping his hard cock. “Let me show you what I do to ‘strange businessmen’.”

You have him lie on the bed, as you pull off his boxers. His lovely cock is fully hard. “You enjoy being with another man’s wife, I see.” you say as you grip the base and slowly lick the tip.

As you lick around it, then up and down, enjoying his flavor.

His nicely trimmed bush is something you haven’t had time to enjoy lately. “You have a nice penis. And you keep it neatly trimmed. If you are not married, do you date a lot?” you playfully ask as you slowly move his balls between your fingers.

He places a hand on your head as you take part of him in your mouth, sucking softly.

“I work a lot. Trying to be successful in business. No time for a wife or girlfriend. I trim because it is easier to care for. But I am glad you like it.” He says.

You take him deeper. “Your husband is a LUCKY MAN! Oh, your mouth feels so damn good.”

You stroke the full length of his saliva slick shaft. “Thank you kind sir. It haven’t been able to do this for him for a while. We both have been working too hard.”

“Keep stroking me like that, and I won’t last much longer.” He says.

You feel the slick pre-cum on it. “Then I better get out of this dress.” you say as stand up and pull it off. Then you pull off your half-cup bra and your panties. You leave the stockings and garter belt on, because you know how much he loves you wearing them.

He starts to get up, but you push him back. You straddle him and lower yourself on his hard, slick cock. “I am going to ride you hard tonight.”

You slowly take him into you, going up and down until he is all the way in. You lean over him, holding his wrists down, and rubbing your hard nipples against his chest, as you rock your hips back and forth.

“I miss doing this.” he says breathing harder.

 As you rock forward you grind your clit against his trimmed pubic bush. It feels so good. You keep going harder and faster. He tries to thrust up into you too.

He feels so hard inside of you, you know you are both going to cum. You grip his wrists tightly as you cum for the second time tonight.

You feel his cock pulsing and throbbing inside of you.

With him still in you, you lie on him. You can feel both of your hearts beating, as he puts his arms around you and holds you tightly “Yes your husband is a lucky man. You are such a sexy woman.” 

You kiss him. “I agree, and you make a wonderful husband too.”

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