Seduction 26

Seduction 26

Andrea’s house is sooooo cute!  Almost like a little country cottage.  Perched right on the bank of a lake.  I saunter through the house and enjoy my lover’s paintings and pictures and nick-knacks and furniture.  Her kitchen is the model of functionality. 

“Get naked, you sexy wench!” she commands me.  Her voice is husky, her eyes are feral.  But her smile is playful.

I shuck my clothes.  My Misty walks up behind me and reaches around to sample how wet I am.

“Ummm!  Nice and wet.  I think I’ll fuck you with my dildo.”  She smacks my booby. 

My nipple peaks. 

“Start dinner, baby, I am going to get into my Domme getup so I can totally put my darling Dani through her paces tonight!”

I watch my Domme walk toward what I believe is her bedroom, her hips swiveling, her shoulders pulled back.

As I check out the contents of the refrigerator, I can’t help but wonder what my hubby is doing while I am here with Andrea.  I hope he is all right.  He is a bit insecure about all of this I think. 

I can’t help but wonder just how far my Domme will go, here in the privacy of her own home.

I take a couple of thick steaks, some vegies and some salad makings out of the fridge.

Feeling very submissive, I start to prepare a meal for the woman that wants me to bear her babies.  Oh my goodness!  I am a wife twice over!  I am a polygamist!  But this mate wants me to bear babies! 

I hear a shower running as I prepare a meal, my first meal, for my new mate, in her house.  Is this our “wedding night”?  I feel my body preparing itself for fulfilling my mate’s needs, her fantasies, her most prurient desires.  I make a decision that I will urge her to take me to my limits.

I have to force myself to concentrate on my cooking.  Our first meal together in my mate’s house!  It has to at least taste good!

About an hour later, after we have eaten our meal, and I have done the dishes, the doorbell rings.  “Answer it baby.  Be proud of the body you have given to me as you welcome our guests.”

There are about fifteen people outside, their eyes instantly riveted to my naked body.  They are all dressed in what I have, somewhere, heard called “Fetish Wear”.  Several carry what I surmise are floggers and whips.  There is a lot of leather, mostly black leather, on display.  A few people seem to be in restraints.  About half of the people are wearing dog collars made of leather. 

I have no idea what any of this means.

But something tells me that I will know a whole lot about it by the time the sun comes up tomorrow.

Seduction 25

Seduction 25

Andrea, my beloved Mistress Misty, drives us to a Victoria Secrets store.  She takes me inside, holding my hand, and leads me to the area where negligees are on display.  We hold hands as we peruse the displays.  Occasionally Misty pulls me to her to kiss me, the sales staff being able to see everything that we do. 

At first the staff titter and point.  But when Misty my love starts looking at the high-end stuff, they hurry over to help us.  We gather thirty or forty of the sheer and lacy peignoirs in our arms, then move to the bra and panties area, where we mix and match until we are satisfied that it is worth trying several of them . . . the ensembles . . . on.

Misty has me undress out in the main sales area, with everyone watching me.  Men start to surreptitiously gather, pretending to shop as they furtively watch my body go through change of clothes after sexy sheer gowns, stockings and garters, and underwear.  Periodically Misty adjusts my breasts or the clothing on my body.  Sometimes she tweaks my nipples to make them stand proud and obvious in the fabric.

By now there are about fifty men that are staring, becoming bolder by the moment as they grow stiff in their trousers.  I can hear them murmuring to each other about what they would like to do to me, to my body.

Suddenly, as I stand there, all in brilliant white, looking every bit the bride on her wedding night, Misty raises her voice.  “Hey everybody, we need all of your opinions on which of these outfits this little bride-to-be should buy for her honeymoon!  If any of you want to gather round over here and help us make those sort of decisions, come closer so we can talk!”

The inward migration was slow starting, but after the first two or three men got up enough nerve to come close to us, the rest hurried over.  The guys started talking to each other in low voices while their eyes all undressed me over and over.

Misty started talking to them in a soft, throaty, seductive manner.  The men slowly closed in tighter and tighter, straining to hear what she was saying. 

Then Mistress Misty asked a couple of the men that were closest to me of they wanted to help her adjust my sexy nighties and underwear. 

I heard several of the men moan, as though their need for touching a woman was overwhelming them. 

Misty took one of the men’s hands and placed it right on my bum.  She took another of the men’s hands and placed it directly over my right breast. 

Seconds later the men were standing right next to me, caressing and pawing me everywhere!  They started pinching my bum, tweaking my nipples, squeezing my titties.  I felt several of the men rubbing their erections against my leg and butt.

I heard one of them mumble, “Damn!  Them tits are real!  Look at them casabas!”

Then someone reached under my nighty and started playing with my bunny!  The men jostled each other, pushing each other’s hands aside so that they could grope me.  I felt a finger slip into me.  I separated my thighs enough to give him access, remembering what Mistress Misty had told me to do, to never evade a client’s touches or wishes.

“God she’s tight!  I bet she IS a virgin!” someone muttered to the man next to him.  “She’s wet too!  I bet she’ll fuck like a bunny!”

It dawned on me that tonight these men would try their best to make love to their wives, but would be fantasizing that it was my body under them, the vision they used to stay hard as they fucked their dowdy wives, as they rode their sour faced woman to orgasm.  I felt my bunny suddenly drench in fiery moisture.  I like knowing that men want to have me in the worst way!  Even willing to pay big bucks to dip their wicks into me.

Just then the manager of the store stormed around the corner and came right for us.  I swear she had steam venting from her ears.

Misty hurriedly told the men that I was a party favor that did parties and bachelor party events, and if they wanted our business card, to grab one as they left.  I saw lots of hands grabbing a card from Misty as they hurried away.  There is no more fulfilling vision for a woman than to be wanted by so many horny men!

As the men scattered, Misty winked at me.  “Ready to buy all this sexy fuck whore stuff baby?”

I nodded, still feeling the men’s hands lusting after me, reliving their lewd comments about what they would like to do to me.

When the woman, broader than she was tall, arrived, Misty handed her credit card, saying, “We’ll take all of this, honey.”

The anger faded from Ms. Manager’s face.  She glanced around at the stacks of clothes, realized it would double the store’s sales for the day, and changed her attitude.

We walked out of the store after having arranged for delivery of all the clothing to Andrea’s home. 

For the very first time, I would get to see my beloved Andrea’s home!

Seduction 24

Seduction 24

Mistress Misty invited Shon to stay overnight and to sleep in my bed.  Of course that turned into me sleeping between Mistress and Shon. 

Shon was incredible, wakening me three times through the night to enjoy my body.  He took me twice in my front whore’s hole and once in my back whore’s hole (Mistress Misty and Shon’s terms, which they insist that I start celling them.  Or I can call them my ass and my cunt.  My choice they tell me.)

Jon, never a deep sleeper, woke up all three times and watched me being taken all three times.  He groans every time he gets hard.  I suppose that is because he is caged, but I am not sure. 

Mistress Misty worked the whore’s hole that Shon was not enjoying each time we awakened.

I admit that I also had several orgasms each time Shon got aroused and enjoyed me. 

I truly am a slut whore.

At exactly nine o’clock Monday morning, Mistress and I were at the bank and opened a savings account for our babies.  I cried when My Andrea, my Mistress Misty, kept her promise.  As we walked into the bank, I felt my last reservation about my new profession melt away.

I was shocked by how much money My Andrea pulled out of her purse and handed the teller.  I watched open mouthed as the teller carefully counted the money.  The woman had the habit of mouthing each number as she counted.  My eyes got wider when the amount rose above twenty-five thousand.  I started getting woozy at forty-thousand dollars.  At fifty thousand, I had to grab the counter. 

The total came to fifty-five thousand, seven hundred, and thirty-eight dollars!

Then My Andrea, my Mistress Misty, pulled another wad of money out of her purse. 

She handed that roll of money to the teller. 

‘Those men paid that much money to have sex with me?’  Is that even possible? 

The teller starts counting again.  This time there is twenty-one thousand dollars and some change. 

I am flabbergasted.  WHY would so many men want to pay so much money to be the last in a very long line of men that have expended themselves inside a very well used, highly slimy me?

Outside in the parking lot Andrea looks at my face, then starts giggling.  “Stick with me baby.  We will get rich off that incredible cunt of yours.  Your air of innocent sexuality is by far the most seductive aura I have ever seen in my ten years in this business.  GOD I love you!”  Andrea grabs my hair and starts kissing me right there in the parking lot of the bank!

My Friday Lover

My Friday Lover

I sit, naked, legs folded under me, watching my Friday night lover as he sleeps. He got here late last night. He had to do a Good Friday service before he could come to see me. He is an incredible man. Kind, loving, forgiving, understanding . . . . I could go on and on.

We made love four times last night. Once after he got here, then again, twice, during the night, and again this morning. 

I think I can coax another one out of him before he has to leave, to go back across the pass to his loving flock.

He makes love to only me. I am his source of sanity in a world of holier than thou repressed churchgoers. He is their source of guidance, of advice, of inspiration, just as he is for me. But with me he can let his hair down, he can touch and kiss and make love with me until he is sated, drained, grinning in happy exhaustion.

His body is perfect. Not because he is skinny and has a six-pack, but because he loves to pleasure me with what he has. His member isn’t TOO long. I am only able to enjoy a man full depth of 8” or less. His is under 7”. Perfect!

He pays attention to my desires, my fantasies, my need to feel him explode within me. He works hard at learning the little things that turn me on so much. He remembers, from Friday to Friday, what I like and what I don’t like. He gets ‘better’ every week, every Friday night, our time of intimate caresses, of loving and giving to each other.

I take great pleasure from knowing that I am ‘enough’ for him.

It makes me proud to know that I am ‘enough’ for him. That my presence allows him to stay sane in a world of unwitting hypocrisy and deceit. That I can send him off, back to his world, knowing that he is sated; that he simply does not have any more essence left in him that seeks to be brought forth.

Mmmmm, he is stirring now. Time to coax one more from him, and in return to have ten or twelve myself. Giving by receiving. That is what every true love affair is about.

I feel my smile curving my mouth. “Morning, baby,” I mouth. His kind black eyes smile back at me. His arms reach for me, knowing what I want to do for him. Again.

Seduction 23

Seduction 23

One last question I simply have to ask my husband.  “Do you think badly of me after watching me be so slutty with all those men?”

Jon seems shocked at my question.  “Oh no baby!  NO!!  Watching you was the biggest turn on I have ever witnessed!  I have fantasized about watching you with other men for years, well, since before we actually got married.  And no, now that it has actually happened, I can tell you that my wildest fantasies were nothing in comparison to what it was like to actually watch you enjoy all those men!  And to see you cumming like that!  WOW!  You are the sexiest woman I could ever imagine!  I had no idea that you could cum that much baby.  I love that about you, knowing that you enjoyed sex that much!”

Then my husband asks me, “So can I ask you a question?”

His tone sort of scares me.  I can tell that he is going to ask me about the future.  But I know that we have to maintain our honest dialogue.  “Oooookay . . .?”

“Do you want to be Andrea’s . . . Our Andrea’s . . . little slut whore?”

And there it is.  What do I want?  Do I want to have the incredible sex I had tonight . . . again, sometime in the future? 

How can I honestly answer anything but yes?  My bunny quivers just thinking about experiencing it again.

My voice dries up, so I simply nod my head.  Jon sees me nod in the mirror.

“Hoooooly canooooooli!” he says, reverence in his voice.

I sense Andrea stir.  She takes a deep breath, then clears her throat.  UHHHHUU HMMMMMMM!”  She puts her hand on my back.  “You’re the best lover ever, baby!”

She shifts in her seat.  “How’s your bottom feel baby?  Any pain?”

I shake my head.  She tugs me back into her arms.  She starts kissing my head and neck, caressing me, murmuring soft “I love you’s” as she cuddles me into her arms.

“So tomorrow baby, we are going to take you down to the bank of your choice and open the savings account for our kids.  Then we’ll go shopping for clothing you will need to be my special sexy slutty whore.  Then we’ll put together an auction for your vacation to a special place.  We’ll have to find the place you want to go on vacation, baby.  And you need to decide how many lovers you want to go with you on the vacation.  The number of men is up to you.  But keep in mind that you took on fifty men tonight, and bested all of them.  So I know that you are a truly lusty little slut whore.  I love that about you.”

I can see Jon listening to every word as he drives along.  To distract myself, I try to picture what is caging his peepee.  I can’t imagine what that must feel like.

“Do you want our cuckold husband to go with us, baby?” Andrea asks, a giggle in her voice.  “He loves being a cuckold husband, believe me.  When he and I discussed it while I was planning how to get you back in my arms, how to seduce you, he would get erections that almost refused to go down.”

My suspicions are correct.  I think about that for a few moments.  I can’t imagine me being away from home if he isn’t with me.  And clearly My Andrea considers him as a part of what she now owns.  I feel a flutter in my stomach as I think of myself, and of Jon, as literally owned by her, as being her property.

Jon has been hinting that he loves it, and doesn’t want to confront her about it.

And I realize that I feel the same way.  I force myself to be honest about my feelings.  I had incredible sex with fifty strangers tonight, yet I felt safe because I was hers.  I trusted her to keep me safe. 

But I also admit to myself that I want Jon to be able to participate in my new wild side.  I want him to see me being pleasured by man after man.  I want him to know that I am all right while I am this new person, this crazy slutty whore for Andrea. 

Without really thinking, I answer her question.  “Lets start out with three men on the vacation.  Then we can add more should I want to.  Is that alright?”

Andrea kisses me with a lot of sensual tongue.  “You are everything I have ever hoped for, baby, and more!  I love that I own you, and your husband, and that you are going to be the mother of my children.  And that you are not afraid to let your wild side hang out.  And that brings up something we need to get squared away.”

My heart startles.  I feel my bunny moisten.  Something tells me this is going to be exciting.  Andrea always does things with great purpose.  “What?” I ask, my voice in my throat.

“Since I own you, and Jon, lock stock and barrel, you will both start wearing my collar so that you never forget that you are my sex slaves.  You will call me Mistress when you address me.  Mistress, or Mistress Misty.”

I look over my shoulder at her grinning face.  “Yes, Mistress Misty!”  I feel my bunny clench at the understanding that I am now a full time sex slave. 

“And tomorrow, after we finish what I just told you we need to do, we are going to take you down to my friend and get you branded as my property.”

My heart clutches.  My whole body lurches.  I feel fear clutch deep in my bosom.  But I manage to whisper, “Yes, . . . ummm . . . umm . . . ummm . . . Mistress . . . ummmm . . .Misty.”

My Mistress laughs, threat evident in her voice as she viciously pulls my nipple, shaking my poor tittie violently.  “And then . . . we are going to get serious about your training as my whore!”

Seduction 22

Seduction 22

There is something I simply HAVE to know.  I take a deep breath before I start to ask what is badly worrying me.  “Baby . . . did I . . . hurt you . . . injure your parts . . . back there?”

My dear, dear husband glances at me in the rear view mirror.

“Well Babe, I gotta admit, my balls and cock ache like crazy right now.  But I don’t think it is because of what you were doing to them.  I think it’s because I came so hard.  Feels like when I was a kid, and my balls were just starting to produce sperm, and had my first wet dream.  My dick and balls ached for days.  Interesting . . . I even remember the sex dream I had!  So naïve . . . but baby, what made me cum so hard was how you looked, how hard you were cumming, how gorgeous you were as those men were filling you over and over with their gorgeous black cocks.  And actually cumming in you.  And the ways their eyes worshipped you.  My god that was sexy to watch!  You are without doubt the most beautiful, sexually alluring female in this world, baby.  I mean in the whole world!  I am so lucky to have your love.  I don’t deserve it, but I am totally enthralled that you love me sweetheart.”

I feel tears forming in my eyes.  How do I deserve a man that says those things about me after I have just done what I have done?

“We need to talk to Shirl about all this baby.  I have to understand what is going on.  Neither one of us can stand up to Andrea; I guess I should start calling her Our Andrea.  Because she really does control us, own us, doesn’t she?”

He looks at me again in the rear view mirror.  “Lock stock and barrel.  Yeah, we should call her Our Andrea, I s’pose.  We definitely should.  At our first opportunity.”  He is pensive for a moment, then he glances at me again. 

I lean forward, putting my hand on his shoulder.

“I have to be honest with you baby, I love that you are becoming so sexual.  I love that you are the incredible call girl that can command top dollar from men that want to fuck your gorgeous little body.  And ass.  God that was hot, Shon fucking your asshole!”

That makes me think of something that mystifies me.  “Honey, do you think that Our Andrea will really put the money she gets from selling me as her whore into a bank account for our babies?”

That brings up another question that I crave the answer to.  “And, honey, how do you feel about our babies being little black babies?  Well, interracial babies?”

Jon looks sheepish.  “Well, OK, full disclosure.  Andrea had my sperm tested and I am effectively sterile.  So if we are going to have babies, her way of getting you preggers is as good as any I suppose.”  He purses his lips.  “And honestly, I love the idea of your gorgeous white titties being suckled by a baby that is obviously not mine.  I am probably a pervert, but that really turns me on.”

“But could you love them, honey?” I ask, dreading his answer.

He chuckles.  “Honey, if it comes out of your body, I will love it forever.  Forever baby.  Together I think we will be an incredible pair of parents.  You are so full of love, and I think I am pretty loving and understanding too.  So I have no qualms about your getting preggers with black men.”  He rubs his crotch.  “God my cock and balls ache!  Thinking about black babies suckling on those incredible titties of yours has me hard again.  God I ache!”

I have to know more about his feelings.  “Are you really going to let Our Andrea pierce your peepee and put a lock through it, baby?”

“Well, honey, you proved to me tonight that I can come even if I don’t touch myself.  So I guess it doesn’t really matter.  You will have lots of beautiful black cocks every time you want them.  So you won’t need my servicing, except maybe to clean you up and get you home after you’ve been the party favor.  So honestly, I kind of think it might be cool.  I suspect  . . . Our . . . Andrea will probably not let me have sex with you anyway.  She wants you to enjoy only black men . . . from now on.”

“But what about the money I am earning baby?” I ask, worried that I might be allowing my libido to affect my common sense.

“Well, tomorrow will tell the tale, won’t it baby?”

It certainly will, I realize, as I feel several dollops of Shon’s sperm, and whoever else’s was still inside me, drip onto my ankle from my sodden, profusely used openings.

Jon has been very honest with me, so I decide to ask him about my biggest fear.  “Honey, what if I become addicted to black men?”