I had been talking with a couple, mainly the male, about his hotwife. He was a dom/master and loved the idea of his lady being used by others. We chatted, and agreed to initially meet in a pub when randomly he phoned, and said forget the pub. She needs teaching a lesson, I'm dropping her off at yours. Feel free to enjoy her. A few minutes later, there was a knock ay my door. I opened the door, to find this beautiful lady, in her 40s stood there. I invited her in and she entered my flat, eyes down, walking into my front room and knelt waiting for me to tell her what to do. I walked over to her, walked around her and ordered her to stand and strip so that I could inspect her. I wanted to see what I was getting.
Her hands were shaking from nerves And excitment. She had on a dress with thigh highs and heels. I told her that the dress, bra and panties must come off, but her heels, garter and thigh highs could stay. I stood back and watched as she followed my command.
I went and sat in an armchair, watching. She was stunning. When she stripped, I don't say anything but pointed my finger so that she knew to come and stand in front of me. I started to look her over and ran my hand slowly over her body. I could feel the goose bumps as she started to moan and I told her, leaning in and whispering in her ear that she was not allowed to speak unless it was to ask me a question or use her safe word. Just hearing the command in my voice made her shiver.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. At the same time I ran my hands over her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as I leant down to bite, lick and suck on them. She couldnt help it and started to moan. I gave her one more chance to remain quiet or she would be punished. She wasnt trying to displease me, but with my mouth on her nipples, sucking, licking and biting, it was becoming harder for her to not say anything. She started to push her breasts towards me, and then I addedd an extra command for her not to move. I walked to my side board and grabbed a collar that her real master had agreed I should use on her. I returned to her, placing the collar on her neck, steel nipple clamps trailing, connected to the collar. I didn't connect them yet, but let the cold, metal trail down over her chest.
My hand reached down to her now dripping pussy, my fingers easily slid over her, parting her lips, over her throbbing clit but not actually touching it, which frustrated her like hell. My fingers slid down and I started to enter her, one finger at a time, sending shivers up her spine. She bit her lip, trying to be a good girl and not make any noises or move but its was getting harder and harder to obey. My second finger entered her and she couldn't hold back any longer and started to move her hips as a moan left her mouth, I immediately, stood up and stopped touching her and told her to turn around. |
