Mistress and Her Servant - Part 8 - "Mistress Monica" at Work

 

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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Unfaithful But Curious

You have been married for a few years and you do your best to care for your family, but recently you know there is something missing.

You have sex with your wife, but she isn’t as interested in it as she was when you first met, so you watch porn on your computer.

As you watch women suck the men, you sometimes wonder how it tastes. You notice that you are hard, not from watching the women, but from seeing those thick veiny cocks being sucked. As you jerk off, you lick your hand clean, tasting your own cum. At first it was different, but after a few times, you find you like the tingle on your tongue and the slightly acrid taste.

One night you tell your wife you are going out for drinks at a bar. You will be home soon you assure her.

You walk into the bar. You slip off your wedding ring and put it in a pocket.

Then you go up to the bar and order a drink.

You are dressed casually, but neat and clean and you notice a guy who has been staring at you.

You nod at him and he picks up his drink and sits next to you.

For a few minutes, you chat about sports, the weather, and other niceties. He leans close to you and says, “Do you want to join me in the Men’s room?” Nodding, you leave your drink and follow him.

The men’s room is empty. He leads you to the handicapped stall and secures the door.

He kisses you and undoes your zipper. You feel his hand in your pants as his warm lips are against yours. You taste the alcohol on his breath.

Reaching down, you unzip his fly and reach into his pants, finding he is already hard.

He whispers in your ear, “Do you want to suck me first?”

Then he lets go of yours and undoes his pants so his cock is free.

You get on your knees.

His hard cock looks as good as one from a video as you take the shaft in your hand and slowly stroke it.

You lick around the tip, and then suck on it. It feels warm in your mouth, though the taste is different. Your lips open a bit more and you take it in.

You feel it rub against the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

It feels different but good.

Grabbing the base of his thick shaft, you take it deeper in your mouth.

You suck firmly, and then back off.

Stroking up to the tip, your saliva makes it easier as you grab it firmly and stroke it faster.

He moans and places his hands on your head.

You spit on it, like you saw in the videos. That makes it more slick.

It feels so hard in your hands, you lick and suck the tip again.

He holds your head and thrusts into your mouth. It goes deeper than you planned.

You gag for a second, and back off of it. A string of saliva goes from his cock to your mouth. You stoke him harder.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says in a low voice.

You open your mouth and he thrusts in and out. You feel the tip in your throat. The thick shaft fills your mouth.

He is breathing harder as he holds your head and uses your mouth.

You tastes the sweet and acrid flavor of pre-cum. He then holds your head tightly against him as you feel it pulse in your mouth.

Warm, thick fluid spurts into you.

He lets go of your head. You back of his cock a bit and suck it.

He tastes different than you, but you like it. You suck him harder to get it all.

Your cock is so hard. You feel like you are almost ready to cum.

You stand up. ‘Your turn’ you say in a hoarse tone as you drop your pants.

He has slowed his breathing and gets down, licking your tip.

‘Oh God, that feels so good. Why can’t my wife do that?’ you think for a second.

You brace your hands on the stall walls. He licks your shaft. He more quickly strokes, spits on it, and strokes harder.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he says in a low voice.

He holds your cock to his open mouth. He strokes it faster and harder.

Your balls are so tight as you shoot your load into his open mouth.

It feels so good. You feel like you’ve never cum so hard.

He keeps stroking as you feel his wet warm mouth on you.

He is sucking your cum, just like you did his. You realize that you are sweating and panting.

You slow your breathing and back up, so you can pull up your pants.

He is standing and zipping up his fly.

“Should we finish our drinks, or do you need to get back home to your wife?” He asks.

You look at your watch. ‘I can finish my drink, but then I should go back home.’

“Same here. Let me tell you about some of the other guys who come here.”

He says as we go back to our table.

Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Paris Reunion Hookup

 

Walking briskly down the streets of Paris, you can’t wait to see her. You’re in the city for business, but you arrived a day early just to be with her. She texted to meet at the café you both used to enjoy when you worked together.

“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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Strip Poker - Part 3

 

“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.

Co-Workers - Chapter 6 - Company Costume Party

Chapter 5 - While the Boss is Away

You walk into the main ballroom of the Irving Hotel. You are dressed as the Wizard of Oz from the movie “Oz the Great and Powerful”. The vest feels tight across your chest, and the pants feel a little loose. The months of working out have strengthened and toned you. You feel good about it, but this costume feels strange.

You now just want to find your “Elphaba”, dance, drink, and go up to your hotel room.

When the company announced that they were doing the Company Costume Party at the Historic Irving Hotel, we agreed that it sounded like fun. The email said that there would be “rewards for Best Costume in the following categories: Scariest, Most Creative, and Best Team costume, with a reminder that this is a company function so “sexiest or most sultry” wasn’t a category, so dress appropriately.”

You had the idea that we should go as characters from Wizard of Oz. I love “Wicked” and I’m going as Elphaba. In the office we talked about having the whole team dress as characters from Oz, but with recent changes in the office, you are basically your own team now, and Joan and I are working on our contracts, with the rest of the team supporting other divisions. Joan hinted that we could still do it. She could go as Glinda, and bring her husband as the Cowardly Lion. Not a perfect team but the spirit is there.

Later, you and I agree that you should get a room in the hotel. There is no point in us both spending money, when we’ll end up using your room anyway.

You hadn’t seen me as Elphaba. Instead of arriving together, we decided to come separately. Over the past few months, there had been a new push from HR about “limiting physical relationships in the work place” including an updated training class on “Prevention of Harassment” which now stressed that “sex in the work place is a violation of health and safety codes” then listed a number of company policies with a reminder that “violation of the policies could result in Company disciplinary actions such as reassignment, loss of position, or termination of employment”.

We didn’t think that these were addressed directly to us, but we decided to keep things ‘low key’ in the office. If anyone asked, we said that we were “Workout Buddies”. Which was true. Ever since we had sex on the boss’s desk, we decided to both join a gym and keep in shape. You feel better and tell me that you love how my firm tits and ass feel. More than once, you asked if you can fuck my ass now that it is tighter and more toned. But I remind you that I really don’t enjoy anal. Some women do, but not me. You hug and kiss me, then remind me that any kind of sex with me is always exciting. Knowing what gives me pleasure, turns you on even more.

You walk over to the Cash Bar and order a drink. There is a table set up with punch, but you feel like a vodka and orange juice to start off the night. Light and fruity, which won’t go too badly if you switch to the punch later.

You walk around looking for me. There are a variety of costumes. Vampires, zombies, and characters from various shows like The Office, Abbot Elementary, and Law & Order. You chuckle to yourself at some of them because it is basically their work clothes, but with a name tag or plastic badge and sunglasses.

At the far end of the room, you see a black shape, with a pointed hat and green paint on the hands. She’s looking away so you aren’t sure it’s me. You walk closer as she turns. With the fake nose, black lipstick, and green grease paint, you aren’t sure who it is.

An exaggerated witchy cackle greets you “You must be the Great and Powerful Oz”.

She then takes your glass, sets it on a nearby table and pulls you out of the ballroom. There is an unlocked storage closet that she pulls you into.

The room is dark and confined. You feel her lips press against yours. The kiss feels different. “Maybe it’s the makeup”, you think. The kiss is so passionate, there is almost a hunger to it. She then undoes your pants and strokes you.

“I thought we were going to wait until things ended, then go up to my room.” You whisper.

There is no light in the storage room, but you feel her move down your body. Her hand is on your hardening shaft as you feel a warm wet mouth suck your tip. She takes you deep into her mouth. Her hands grab your butt cheeks as she pulls you deeper down her throat. “You must be horny.” You whisper.

The fake nose bends as her lips press against your base. You want to reach down, but the hat and wig prevent you from doing anything but bracing yourself against the walls. She pulls you from her mouth and strokes your saliva slicked cock. Then she stands up and turns around. You feel her lift her dress. Her ass cheeks press back against you, with your cock nestled in her crack.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” She whispers.

In the blackness, you feel your way. She must have her dress pulled up high because you feel her bare hips and ass. Her pussy is damp, and her lips feel so ready. You rub the tip along them. She presses back against you and feel her wet cunt swallow your prick. You wish you could see, but you just do everything by feel. Her actions are so fast.

“It must be the excitement of doing it in a storage closet, where we might get caught” is a thought that flashes across your mind.

“Spank my ass.” She whispers. “Spank me hard like the bad girl I am.” You hit one cheek and then the other. “Yes. Your cock feels so good.” She straightens a bit, with you still inside of her. “Fuck my ass. Cum in my ass.”

“Yes” you respond. She must be really horny. She’s doing things so differently.

You press her on her back so he leans her head against the other side of the storage closet, then by feel, move from her sopping wet pussy to her tight asshole. You press your tip against it and feel her take you. She presses back and moans. She must be covering her mouth because her moans are muffled. She feels so different. It’s been a while since we did ‘butt stuff’ but she feels so ready and takes the full length of you deep in her ass. She must be rubbing her clit because you feel her ass tighten as she cums. You don’t last long and shoot inside of her, which causes her to cum again.

In the darkness, you feel her push you back against the wall, so you slide from her ass.

Lips press against yours. A voice whispers. “You are better than I imagined. I know what she sees in you. I wish my husband was as good.”

Then the door opens, she leaves and closes it behind her. You are standing in the dark closet, your soft wet cock hanging out. Trying to piece together what you just heard.

You reach around and find a cloth or a napkin to wipe yourself, then put your soft dick back in your pants.

The lights from the hallway are blindingly bright, and you take moment before you enter the ballroom. When you do, you see two Wicked Witches excitedly talking with a Cowardly Lion.

“I thought you said you were coming as Glinda”, you hear my voice say.

I see and turn to you. “What happened to you?” I ask as you feel a wet napkin wiping your face. “You have green smudges.”

“He was helping me with something.” Joan answers. You realize the other Elphaba was Joan. She then leans into her husband and says. “I think we should go home. I’m not feeling well. Maybe I got too good of a workout, earlier.”

Her husband sheepishly looks at her, “Are you sure? We told the babysitter; we wouldn’t be back” She leans in and whispers something to her husband. Who smiles and says. “It was a pleasure meeting both of you. We’ll go now.”

You are still stunned by the realization that it wasn’t me in the closet but Joan. “Let’s go up to your room and clean you up.” I say to you, pulling you in the opposite direction, towards the elevators.

You finally mutter “I didn’t know. I thought it was you.”

In your room, I have you get undressed. There is grease paint on your face, the collar of your shirt, the crotch of your pants, your underwear, and unfortunately black and green at the base of your penis.

“Just take a shower. Get the smell of that jealous bitch off you.” I say as I try to get your costume clean.

“She was supposed to be Glinda.” You finally say as you turn on the shower. You wash and scrub with the hotel soap and hot water.

You wrap yourself in a soft fluffy towel after you dry off.

Your Oz costume is on the bed, but there are still green stains that didn’t come out.

I’m sitting on the bed, still dressed as Elphaba.

“Do you want to hear my side?” You ask.

I shake my head. “Stay here. I’m going back down to the party. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that when we were at the gym you said you weren’t feeling well.”

“Are you mad at me?” You ask.

After a long silence, I answer “No. I’m angry at Joan. I know she tricked you.”

“Should I…” you start to ask.

“I’ll be back in about an hour. I just need to cool off.” I say and leave the room.

You put on a pair of sweatpants and see if you can wash the greasepaint off of the pants.

Soon you get things cleaned, they are wet, so you dry them with the hotel hair dryer. You get back into costume, as I come back into the room. I’m holding a ribbon.

“The party is ending.”

“Oh.” You say and start unbuttoning your shirt. “What’s the ribbon?”

You hand me “2^nd Place. Scariest Costume”. “We were going to enter the Team competition, but with you upstairs, and Joan and her husband already gone, I entered Scariest.” I explain.

You look at me, “I don’t think you are scary. Just beautiful and sexy.”

“Really?” I respond. Then instead of smiling I scowl and cackle loudly. The hair on your arms and back of your neck go up. “What do you think of me now, My pretty?”

“That you should have gotten 1^st place.” You then lean in and kiss me. “Let’s take these off and I’ll clean the green makeup off you. The hotel soap works pretty well and the water in the shower is hot.”

I hug you. “Show me.” I say as we get undressed and shower.

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At the Movie Theater

 

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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