My Mistress Takes What She Pleases
And she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Lauren strode around our kitchen table, her finger slowly rising up my thigh. It snaked inward toward my enflamed sex. It brushed over my slick outer lips, brushed over my clit and continued north.
She made her way over my stomach and found my breast. Circling my nipple that was hard from her earlier attentions. Ralph watched intently from the foot of the table, his boxers tenting obscenely. He didn’t speak, neither of us did.
We were in uncharted waters. Her boss and his, Lance simply took what he wanted. His passion was vigorous, his cock considerable. How I wished it were here right now. I needed something inside me. Ever since being lured into the ERB my life had been a sexually charged fever dream. Each new experience taking me to soaring heights of sexual splendor.
But I’d never been with a woman, her touch was different to the others.
“Oh Alexis,” she mused as she toyed with my tied body. “I’m going to enjoy you very much.”
She wasn’t asking, merely playing. Toying with me.
“You’re positively on the edge, what got you so worked up?” Lauren asked.
She walked over to her black leather bag, bent down offering a tentalizing view of the black thong she wore beneath her garter belt. She had an exceptional ass. Lance must enjoy that with some frequency I thought.
I imagined him bending her over his desk, firmly spanking her ass. The supple flesh rippling beneath his firm hand. She stood, and in her hand was a hitachi wand. The vibrator buzzed to life as she walked back to the table. She ran it over my breasts and then down to my pussy, forcing my lips aside as it pulsed against me.
“I asked you a question,” Lauren said. “What has you so worked up?”
She turned her eyes taking in Ralph’s boner. “Oh I see, the two of you were just about to start your day. And I interrupted. How rude of me.”
She turned off the vibrator, and set it down beside me.
“Oh Mistress, please. Don’t stop,” I moaned. I was too close. I needed my release, craved it even.
She didn’t acknowledge my desperate plea.
She made her way to Ralph who stood stock still, as if that would somehow make him invisible. She walked behind him, close enough he had to be able to feel the steel studs of her brassiere against his bare back.
“Poor Ralph,” she tutted. “You were about to get some, and here I am interrupting things.”
“It could be much worse,” Ralph replied. “You’re far better looking than Lance.”
The bastard. Was he really flirting with her?
“I won’t tell him you said that,” she replied, her hands sliding down my husband’s stomach to his boxers. She wrapped her hands gingerly around his hardon. “Hmm not bad, Ralph.”
He’d be lucky if he didn’t blow his load right through his satin boxers.
She pumped it once, twice.
I saw his muscles tense.
Please no. Save that load for me.
The thought of fucking my husband for the first time in weeks was enticing. But it seemed to be getting further away by the moment. He’d tongued me to the very precipice of my climax, but now Lauren threatened to milk it from him.
The blond dominatrix looked up at me as she stroked my hubby.
“You’re jealous,” Lauren whispered her lips turning up into a smile. “That’s adorable. You’ve ridden no less than half a dozen new cocks in the last two weeks and the thought that I might stroke a load out of your husband has you, jealous.”
I bit my lip, not sure what to say. This whole thing had been his idea in the first place. He’d invited his boss around for dinner and Lance had taken me for himself.
It was only fair my hubby should enjoy himself too. He needed a release just as badly as I did. Why did I feel like this then?
Was it because he was about to get it from a woman almost ten years younger than me? Was I envious of her youthful beauty. Lauren was sex on legs. Was I jealous of her? Or worried that she might replace me? Or that my hubby might want her more than he wanted me in this moment.
She was a vision in her black studded leather.
“Tell me Alexis,” Lauren began. “How long has it been since your hubby filled that eager pussy?”
I didn’t say a word. I was a little embarrased frankly. Lance and Pearse had been cuckolding him, and a part of me had been enjoying playing along. I’d been so busy riding his boss I’d neglected my husband, and here I was being jealous of the attention he was getting from Lauren.
“Before Lance had her,” Ralph whispered quietly.
“Weeks?” Lauren asked her face aghast. “You’ve been neglecting this poor hard cock. Oh my dear Alexis. That won’t do. I was going to start with you, but that just wouldn’t be fair. Not when Ralph’s been so patient.”
Lauren knelt down, her leather knee high boots resting on the tiles as she pulled down Ralph’s boxers. “Mmm,” Lauren cooed, as she stroked his cock.
“Why don’t we make your slut wife watch for once?” Lauren asked as she stroked Ralph’s shaft.
Her perfect lips parted, taking Ralph’s cock between them as she slid down his shaft. Her head bobbed as she took more and more of him with each thrust of his hips.
I felt a pang of jealousy as Lauren deepthroated my husband in front of me. Tied to the table there was nothing I could do but watch. I was jealous and turned on all at once.
Lauren was used to blowing Lance, so she deepthroated Ralph with ease and from my husband’s grin he was enjoying every moment of it.
She blew him for another minute before gently easing him out of her hot little mouth.
“No need to hold off on my account tiger,” Lauren whispered. “We have all day, let it all out.”
Ralph’s cock throbbed, coated in her saliva.
“Cum for me,” Ralph. “Let it all out.”
With one hand she fondled his balls, with the other she stroked his shaft. her soft lips popped on and off the head of his cock.
“Ahhhhh,” Ralph growled as his cock exploded. His load covered those sweet lips, as she stroked every drop out of him. It ran down her chin, falling onto those perfect perky tits.
She drained my hubby like I hadn’t in weeks. Damn, she was good.
She got off her knees, and made her way over to me. Her cleavage was absolutely covered in Ralph’s load.
She bent down, offering me her glazed tit. “Your turn Alexis, be a dear. Clean me, would you?”
My turn at last.
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