Julie’s Erotic Dilemma
Flirting and touching Master’s best friend leads Julie to endure creative discipline
Unhooking her bra was something Julie did every night in the privacy of her own home with only her husband, Doug, looking on. But slipping off her silky top, reaching behind, and undoing the snap was different this time.
She and Doug were in Master’s home where he sat in his plush chair, fully clothed in slacks and knit shirt. Doug was kneeling on a cushion in the corner of the room as usual, revealing his depth of submission to his wife. There was a third man watching, a friend of Master’s, and Julie could see the outline of his erection pushing against his khakis.
This was the man who Master, half-jokingly, referred to as Julie’s accuser.
Master had her stand in the middle of the room semi-naked.
“Now, remove the skirt,” said Master quietly.
Julie obeyed, letting the floral print float to the floor. Her panties hugged her thighs and ass, enhancing her curves. Master told her to keep her high heels on.
“Hands behind your back.” Master studied her eyes. “And no speaking without my permission.”
Julie reached behind in a movement that made her feel especially vulnerable. The uncertainty of the moment pulsed through her body and her pussy tightened from anticipation.
Master turned to his friend, Darren, the owner of an organic foods store near the beach. “What did she say to you?”
Darren ran a hand along his thighs, struggling not to touch his cock. “She told me how cute my eyes and smile were and that she’d like to light them up sometime.”
“Is that true, Julie?”
She clenched her thighs together, trying to quell the strange excitement. “Yes, it is, Master. But I meant nothing — ”
“Quiet.” Master stood and walked to her, running a hand over her tits, touching her nipples, and pinching them slightly. The hint of pain was electric and added to the weird eroticism of being accused of hitting on Darren without Master’s permission. “Legs shoulder-width.” He wore a belt and touched the buckle.
“Yes, sir.” Her clit throbbed. Just spank me, fuck me, scold me and get it over with.
Flirting had been a release for Julie after marrying Doug and wondering what it’d be like to have sex with other men. She enjoyed eliciting reactions and getting their attention. Now three men were focusing their attention on her.
Master ran his hand over Julie’s ass, caressing and squeezing, while he spoke to Darren. In the corner, Doug continued kneeling in silence, taking in the sexually judicial proceedings.
Julie’s breathing grew heavy when Master stood in front of her, locking his gaze with hers.
“Keep your legs shoulder-width.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Did you touch him?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
She felt guilty, like she was confessing to a major crime. “On his cock.”
“Say it in a complete sentence,” Master’s voice was firm and steady.
“I touched him below his belt, on his zipper, feeling his cock.”
Master touched Julie between her legs, pressing his fingers on the fabric and into her pussy. “You’re wet.”
“Yes, sir.” She bit her lip to stop shaking, but her body was jangling from nerves on high alert. Was Master teasing or was he still quite angry? Reading him was excruciating.
He slowly pulled his fingers away from Julie’s pussy, pressing hard to leave the sensation deep inside her psyche. Then, like a skilled prosecutor, he turned to Darren. “How did it feel when she touched your cock?”
“I liked it.” He struggled to speak. “I wanted more.”
Julie once fantasized about dilemmas and, since she had been married for so long, wondered if men would find her attractive. Master had told her many times that she was her own harshest critic when it came to understanding her physical sexiness.
But she couldn’t stop wondering. Master told her to stop by Darren’s store to get some produce. She was chatting with him in a quiet corner and her desires engulfed her. He had a tight ass and chiseled jaw. Flirting with him gave her a wonderful sense of being naughty that sparked her sexuality.
Master turned back to her. “Do you want to suck his cock?” He undid his belt and pulled it off loop by loop.
Julie didn’t respond, even though she was shaking from head to toe.
“Answer.”
“Yes.”
Master gripped his belt firmly. “Do you want to fuck him?”
“Please, don’t make me say — ”
“Answer me, Julie. Do you want to fuck him?”
“Yes, but — ”
“Say it clearly.”
“Yes, I would like to fuck Darren if given the chance.” She clenched her mouth shut. Heavy breathing came from the corner where Doug was running his hand between his legs. Yes, she’d enjoy sucking and fucking from her lust.
Julie closed her eyes when she felt tears forming. She wanted to tell Master how much she loved him, admired him, and wanted him. But he wouldn’t allow. He was skilled at restraining her speech.
“Suck him.” Master’s words were crisp.
Julie couldn’t believe what she heard. She looked at Darren. His eyes were a soft brown, accentuated by his wavy hair.
She stepped forward, her high heels tip-tapping on the wood floor and wondered if he’d free his cock.
Master put a cushion down and she knelt in front of Darren, moving her hands along his legs and touching his zipper. She’d have to free his cock while Master glared at her. Pleasure and punishment.
Darren slid forward so Julie could fumble with his snap, undo his zipper and lower his underwear.
“Stand and suck him.” Master growled, tapping the belt buckle on his hand.
Julie obeyed, now knowing what was going to happen. She stood, kept her legs shoulder width apart, fumbled with Darren’s zipper, and felt his erection. Her insides boiled over while she bent forward, brushed her hair to one side, and took Darren’s cock in her mouth.
The taste was wonderful. Her lips were tight, her head bobbed up and down. Across the room, she could hear Doug breathing and knew he’d orgasm soon. She sucked while Darren groaned and then she heard Master.
“You’re guilty of flirting and touching without my permission.”
Suddenly, the belt whistled through the air and struck her ass. She winced while keeping Darren’s cock in her mouth with precum moistening her lips. Master did it again and again while she struggled to keep her balance. Julie focused on Darren’s cock and felt a strange pride in being punished for being a slut. Her sexuality was steaming, and Master was the only man ever able to control her.
“Now, fuck him.” Master was firm. “Fuck him, now. Your back to him and face me while you do it.”
Julie slowly wiggled out of her panties, lowering them to her heels and kicking them aside. She felt for Darren’s still-hard cock, lowered herself, felt his shaft slide into her, and welcomed the pressure from his thrusting. She glanced at the floor, at Master’s feet.
“Look at me.” He stood in front of her fully dressed. This was torture. She enjoyed being fucked but she longed for Master’s cock inside her mouth and inside her pussy.
Darren thrust and Julie pumped up and down. It felt so damned good, but the pleasure was also punishment as Master watched. She had disobeyed. True, he hadn’t collared her but now she was wanting that — to be fully committed to him. To let him truly control her sexuality.
She reached to massage her clit.
“No touching.” Master was making her an emotional mess while Darren thrust up and into her. She clenched her teeth. Master wasn’t letting her spill her heart.
Almost mercifully, she could hear Darren cry out and come inside her. He stiffened, relaxed, and stiffened again. But Master was making her hold her orgasm. He wasn’t going to let her come.
Then he motioned for Doug who knew the drill. He crawled to his wife and licked inside her pussy, tasting it and cleaning what he could of Darren’s cum. When he finished, he crawled back to his corner.
“Get dressed, Darren, and thank you for being here.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Kneel on the cushion, Julie.”
She did with her hands in her lap. Master’s cock was obviously hard, but he was denying himself.
“I know how hot you are and how sexual. But you need to answer to me. There’s going to be more. I want you to really be on display. I have something else in mind. Maybe a walk along the beach where everyone can see your body and you can feel their eyes on you. I’ll let you know.”
“Yes, sir.”
Master dismissed Doug and he left the room, ordering her to get dressed alone and think about her actions. She was facing a dilemma with Master expanding her sexuality while keeping her thoughts on him. It was a dilemma that she never expected.
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