BDSM | SLAVE | EXHIBITIONISM | THREESOME | TEASING

A New Toy for My Wife

She loves to expose herself to strangers. Even more, if they are under her control.

You wear your black leather skirt and matching black stockings, today, and a lace top covering your nudity just enough to tease him — our new slave.

He is kneeling in front of the sofa while we sit on it, drinking coffee and chat, and he massages your feet.

I ordered him to do so, and he started as soon as I asked. The man is wearing only boxers, of course, because the first thing I asked him was to undress. I wanted you to check his body, to see if he’s suitable for you. And it’s nice to see he has gotten hard as soon as your fingers checked his muscle. I’m sure you’re excited, too, to have a new toy.

Now, he’s giving his all in massaging your feet. Yet, you mock and scold him, asking to massage you better, while I push his face on your toes ordering him to kiss them.

He follows my commands without faltering. You lift a leg closer to his face and I notice he raises his sight to try to get a glimpse of your pussy, under the short skirt. I push his head down to your feet again.

Then, I sit on the sofa, by your side. You hold my hand, grabbing it stronger every time the slave manages to please you… or even just because you’re exposing yourself to a stranger.

Well, I knew you’d liked it. When you saw his photo you noticed his hairy chest and got so horny thinking about caressing it. More than a slave, you just want a man to toy with, I know. I don’t care. I love your kinks and the way you express them.

I’m sure you’ll smell his chest. The scent of a horny man makes you needy. I think you’ll at least smell his cock, too. When we requested him a pic of his cock, you were thrilled with anticipation for hours. You enjoy the thrill of the unknown as much as I do.

When we got the photo, you licked your lips looking at it. I remember I fucked you doggies-style, as you looked at that cock… so smooth, nice, and so similar to mine. I know you were thinking of holding it into your hands, smelling it, licking it, maybe.

I smiled at the time, thinking we had started looking for a slave with a small cock, in the beginning. But when you saw his 7-inches cock you could just not say No. Plus, this man is particularly educated. He is polite, abides by our needs… asks nothing in return. HE has experience in the role, it’s clear, and we don’t want to lose time training him.

I stand up, lean towards you and kiss you deeply, then kneel on the sofa at your side, as I continue playing with your tongue.

You moan into my mouth, and I know it’s because of our kiss, even if he seems to be doing a good job taking care of your feet and legs.

I take your hand and place it on my cock, still covered by my trousers.

You moan again, and I feel the skin of your arms getting covered in goosebumps. But you don’t know what to do, you don’t dare to make the first step… and so I guide your hand, rubbing my cock up and down with it, caressing it until you don’t need my guidance anymore, until you crave for it so much that you pull down my trousers without thinking we’re not alone.

The slave looks up. My eyes tell him to lower his sight and get back to adore your feet. Which he does. He kisses and licks your toes, covered only by that thin layer of nylon, while you take your time to enjoy the smell my cock, an inch from your lips and nose, intoxicating yourself with the my pre-cum. You linger into that moment even if you feel the need to engulf it with your mouth already.

Soon, you bring it to touch your nose, then slide it down to your closed lips, wet them with my sweet honey as you instinctively push your foot harder against the man’s face. You open your mouth and start gently sucking on my cock as he serves you, doing the same sliding his tongue up and down your toes and soles. Your legs are spread now, you’ve already forgotten what it means to be shy.

I see he still raises his eyes every now and then. I bet he is now seeing your panties. I bet he wishes to see you naked soon, and I bet he envies me because it’s clear you are so good at sucking cocks. Because I’m smiling, pushing and pulling my cock in and out of your mouth while I caress your hair. Every now and then I give him light kicks, when I see he raises his head too much, or when his hand slides too far above your knee.

I know he is getting crazy of course, who wouldn’t? But we need to educate him to listen to us, to respect your limits. He’ll eventually touch your thighs, your pussy. He’ll be asked to smell it, to lick it. But not now.

You’re not helping me much, though. Your other foot, especially, lying now between his legs, caressing his hard cock up and down.

You’re giving him too much, my love. He still doesn’t deserve it.

We give him a good show, though. I’m now fondling your breast as you lick me… teasing your hard nipples from outside your top, making you even more excited. Ooh, if he could see what mess there must be inside your panties right now! I’m sure your thick cream is sticking the lace to your pussy, I’m sure he’d enjoy looking at the web of juices covering your open lips, and he’d enjoy being asked to clean it.

Then my hand slides on your chest, inside your top, and it’s soon on your naked tit. I give him another kick, this time right between his legs when I see his hand sliding there.

You notice it, and you tell him he’s not allowed to touch himself yet. You tell him that he is a bad slave if he doesn’t give himself completely to his Mistress and Master, but instead think about his own pleasure.

And when you reach down to him and slap him, just hard enough to make it clear who’s the slave and who’s the owner, I understand you’re finally into the game.

“Clean my pussy.”

Your command is peremptory. You’re now lying on the bed naked — if we exclude the stockings covering your beautiful legs. Your thighs are open, your pussy spread in front of the man.

“Did you hear her?” I incite him, pushing his head between your legs.

Well, it’s not easy for him, now. His hands are tied behind his back. He literally falls on your sex, when I push him down. But he begins licking, without complaints.

“Mmm… his tongue’s good, at least,” you say. “You should try him.”

I smile. I’ve not planned to be pleased by a man, ever. But now that you propose it, it doesn’t seem that strange, in a game between us.

“Whenever you want, love,” I say. It sounds too sweet in this context, even to me.

“Is it clean?” you ask, more to tease him than me.

I move him away, spread your pussy lips and check.

“Clean, wet.”

“My cunt is ready for a big cock,” you say reaching again for his groin with your foot.

You tease him for a while, as he continues licking your pussy. Then you push him away, and stand up by the bed.

You ask me to sit against the headboard. I do, knowing already where your fantasy is guiding you.

“Did you think for a moment I’d let you fuck my pussy?” you say. “Make him hard, now,” you add pushing his face against my cock.

I’m already hard, to be honest. So hard I could fuck you for an hour without stopping. But you want to look at him sucking your husband’s cock… why should I negate you such pleasure?

I point my tip to his mouth. He opens it, sucking my cock with so much passion, from the very beginning, I wonder if he came here for me more than for you. He licks my shaft down to my balls, then up again to titillate my tip with his tongue, then suck it shoving my cock down his throat, choking on it.

He’s not as good as you, I have to say, but he’s putting some effort into it, at least.

“Look at Master’s cock… do you like to suck it?”

“I… I do…”

You slap him. I’ve never seen you this dominant. It’s funny, but I restrain any smile. I don’t want to ruin the mood.

“I do, Mistress.”

Such an evil, satisfied grin on your face.

“Now sit aside, an watch. If you’ll ever be asked to please your Mistress, you must know what she likes,” I say.

You lie on the bed, spread your legs, and I crawl over you. I fuck you. Hard. I pump my cock in and out of your drenched pussy, making you moan like a slut. You’re even screaming louder than usual today, and I’m sure you do it to tease the man.

Sometimes, your hand reaches for his cock, and you grab it, caressing its shape still covered by the boxers.

I continue to ram my dick into you. You’re so close to your orgasm… I can feel it.

But you stop, suddenly turning around, asking me to take you from behind.

I stand by the edge of the bed and penetrate you, again. My cock reaches so deep into you, now. I slam my hips against your butt so hard, that your face waves back and forth, back and forth… every time closer to the slave’s cock.

You push him to lie on the bed, and while I keep on pounding my cock in your pussy you caress and sniff his covered cock. Only every now and then, you turn around to look at me, licking your lips with lust.

“Think he deserves it?”

But I know you’ve already decided.

You don’t answer. You pull down his boxers, and his nice cock springs out, right in front of your face.

I stop fucking you. I just imperceptibly move deep inside you, while you sniff his hard cock, spreading his precum on your lips and nose as you did with mine just a couple of minutes ago.

Then, you slide it in your mouth and start rocking your hips back and forth on my cock once again.

You moan so loudly on the man’s cock. I don’t know if it’s because of me, giving you pleasure, or because you like the slave’s taste. Or maybe both.

What I know, is that you suddenly begin shaking and trembling. You moan harder, sucking onto his cock with even more passion, stroking it up and down in your mouth and on your tongue, expecting him to cum.

You should not do this to a slave.

But I don’t care. It’s up to you how you want to use him.

You cum, dripping juices all over my cock while the man spurts his load right into your mouth. You squeeze the last drops of it, then let everything drool on his belly.

I’m glad you didn’t swallow him, to be honest.

I don’t cum. I just slow down my thrusts, to cuddle your pleased pussy from the inside, until you move away, and lay on the bed, exhausted.

The slave doesn’t need more than a hand gesture to understand he has to go.

When I come back after seeing him out, you’re kneeling on the bed, spreading your butt cheeks to expose me your little hole.

“Want to finish here?” you ask.

Your ass is my prize for finding you another good toy.

And I’m not going to refuse it.

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