Delivering Dominance - Book 1: Establishing Groundrules free porn video

I can’t believe I’m here right now…how did it happen? Three months ago, when I learned my job was eliminated, I was devastated. Then, at dinner, I found out we were expecting, AGAIN!

Even though I would have my severance package, and my wife could pay our bills with her job, I was terrified to lose the fun things we did as a family. The trips, the sports events, the concerts…all potentially gone!

I found a delivery service looking to expand…it was designed for those who didn’t have the time for common errands, laundry services and dry-cleaning, groceries, that kind of thing. My vehicle had plenty of room to accommodate the package sizes. It would give me flexibility to give us the fun we needed in our family budget, but also a schedule that would be flexible enough to be more of an at-home dad.

So, I applied…I was accepted…I trained…three weeks ago, I made my first day of deliveries…

The Story Begins:

It was a Wednesday…my first actual delivery found me taking groceries to a house in an upscale neighborhood, much like my own. The wife was at home and the squeals of kids echoed inside the house. She was a hot mess. Looked mid-twenties for age. Probably 5’1”, her dirty blonde hair barely pulled back into a ponytail, reaching just past her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were locked on mine as she shifted her hips and looked up at me, waiting for me to introduce myself. My head shaking to regain my composure. “Sorry, I’m Jay, with your grocery delivery, would you like me to carry these into the kitchen for you?”

“Wow…yeah, that would be wonderful, Jay…I’m Kelly”. She turned to show me the way and my eyes drifted downward, checking her out. Her oversized sweatshirt, with the wide neckline, showed what was probably a sports bra at her shoulders. The light blue color had made her eyes jump when we first connected. Even though the sweatshirt was oversized, it was obvious by the way her arms fell to her sides she was not an oversized woman. Her heather grey sweatpants were loose-fitting, but obviously a size small or extra small. The sweatpants had elastic held tight just under the knee. The “PINK” across the back shifted with each of her steps as she led me to the kitchen. Her calves were defined, and her bare feet pressed from heel to toe as she made her way across the room.

When in the kitchen, it was a designer’s showcase and an entertainer’s dream. As the bags were set gently on the counter next to the fridge, two mobile kids (probably 5 and 3) tear into the room and around the island counter, nearly knocking the two of us over. Chasing them to the eat-in table, the three of us join the non-mobile child, stuck in a highchair, and craft projects strewn across the surface. Kelly saw me sit down and ask about the projects on the table and have every project explained to me by the kids while she made quick work of the groceries.

As her body flowed through the process of storing the groceries, my glances must have become obvious, watching her movements and admiring her figure. When she reached to the higher cupboards, her sweatshirt would reveal the low waist of the sweat pant, barely covering her ass and exposing the lower abdominal areas of her stomach. She didn’t have overly defined abs, but she clearly worked out regularly and took care of herself. When she bent forward to put things into the bottom cupboards, she gave me a view down her shirt, exposing her sports bra and B or C cup breasts confined beneath. When she was finished with the groceries, it was time for me to excuse myself from the table. Her youngest mobile child, a daughter, said, “do we get to see you again?” and reached out for a hug. Returning the hug with the only comment available, “that depends on how happy your mommy is with me.” My glance focused at Kelly, catching her smile at my hugging her daughter. I gave her son a high-five and waved to the youngest, stuck in a highchair, and started to collect my crates and bags.

While at the door, Kelly said, “thank you SO much Jay…distracting the kids was a stroke of genius! This delivery service really grabbed a gem when they hired you…I hope you’ll be our regular guy now?” My response was simply, “I’ll see what I can do about that Kelly, they’re great kids!”

Later that day, a notification from the delivery company revealed that Kelly had called and expressed her appreciation for my delivery. The boss said her review of my delivery solidified a household that had expressed possibly cancelling services. They were more than happy to let me take over the deliveries to them in the future. The rest of my week went with randomness between deliveries. Each interaction was positive and reviews were good enough to make me feel great about this new flexible opportunity.

The next week, Kelly’s delivery order was shopped and delivered as scheduled. This time, when Kelly answered the door, she was wearing capri-length yoga pants, with a bright, wild pattern, and a black version of the same wide neck, baggy sweatshirt she was wearing last week. Her hair done into a bun at the top and back of her head. Her eyes obviously had some makeup around them, but not excessive. As we made our way toward the kitchen, her daughter shouted, “Missur Jay, come look at our project for today!” Kelly made quick work of the groceries again, and it was obvious she was noticing my glances as she extended toward the higher cabinets, again exposing the low waist of her yoga pants…or…as she bent to the floor cabinets, giving me a glimpse down her shirt…this time, no sports bra beneath. The quick glance of nipples was a surprise, and my glances turned to stares, it amazed me she didn’t have a bra beneath her sweatshirt!

When she was done, and the good-byes with the kids were over, Kelly gave me a hug at the door, extending to her toes so she could get closer to my face, whispering, “next week, the kids are going to be at the neighbors”. An awkward comment, for sure, but didn’t think about it much, and between family and delivery business, it was forgotten before the end of the week.

This week…my third week of deliveries…this was the week that changed me from A delivery guy to THE “delivery” guy!

Upon arrival at Kelly’s, her hug came to mind…the press of her breasts against my chest, her tiny frame in my arms, the smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin against my arm…the fact she neglected to wear a bra…but her comment didn’t register. Kelly’s house was my first delivery of the day, and I didn’t have anything after, it was a half-day of school, my kids would occupy the remainder of my day. Knocking on the door, Kelly didn’t answer. Knocking again without an answer. Trying the door handle, surprised it was unlocked. I cracked the door open and loudly stated, “Hello, Kelly, it’s Jay with your grocery delivery.” A muted, “yeah, come on in Jay…sorry…I’m just getting out of the shower” was heard from within the house.

Stepping into the kitchen, Kelly entered the room from the other side. She had her hair pulled back into the same bun as last week. Her eyes were highlighted again, but not overly made up. Her lips curled into a smile as she shifted her hips, waiting for me to continue checking her out. She was standing there, wrapped in a towel, with the end tucked between her breasts. The towel was wide enough to cover her completely, but just barely. She started the conversation, “Jay, I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get the kids out of here quick enough to be totally ready for your arrival. Would you like to help me get these groceries put away?”

“Of course,” was all that came to mind as my focus turned to the bags and the items within them. She grabbed a few items. Our backs were to each other when there was a crash and, “Oh CRAP!” When my head jerked around to see what was happening, it was greeted by her standing there, the refrigerator door wide open, bent forward putting something on the shelf…her towel around her ankles on floor.

Quickly, my eyes dart from the curve of her ass to the curve of her hanging breasts, from the smooth skin of her back to the tone of her calves. With my thoughts racing, a meek, “sorry, I thought you dropped something” was all I could muster.

“Jay, I did drop something…I dropped my towel…on purpose!”

Without turning away, somehow, my brain forces my lips to utter “Seriously? On purpose?”

“Yeah…are you not interested? If you’re gay, I’ll go around the corner and throw on my sweats. I thought you were checking me out in previous deliveries…was I reading that wrong?”

Standing up, turning to face her completely, my eyes continue to assess her figure as she stands up straight. Her hands on her hips, her breasts still perky and resting against her chest, nipples erect and pointing right at me, the curve of her hips from her tiny waist, the picture of a woman who works on perfecting her body, her shaved pussy and smooth skin already creating a desire in me…she smiled at my glances over her body, but tapped her toe expressing an impatience as she waited for my response. “What man would be able to look at you and NOT be interested, Kelly?”

Her face turned a light shade of pink as she responded, “Sometimes it’s nice to know there’s more than a passing interest though.”

“There’s more than passing interest, Kelly. Even that first delivery I could tell you were quite the hottie beneath those oversized clothes. But, I don’t want this to impact the job I’m doing.”

“Seriously, I’m standing here, naked, in front of you and you’re worried about a delivery job?” She started to bend toward the floor to pick-up the towel.

It took just two steps to cover the distance between us. She stops, without grabbing the towel from the floor. “Kelly, it’s not about the delivery job, it’s about the fact I’m not your hired help…and I’m not going to be a revenge fuck if you found out hubby was cheating. If you are interested in me, sexually, you’ll have to play by MY rules…are you interested?”

She turned a darker shade of red as she shuffled closer to me, reaching for my left hand with both of hers. As she grabbed my hand, meekly, her face looked down at my hand as she said, “I want to feel desired…I want to…” my right hand moves to her face, guiding her chin upward so we are looking into each other’s eyes. My index finger covers her lips, as if to make the ‘quiet’ gesture.

“That’s not what I asked, Kelly…I am more than passively interested, but, if you are interested in being my playmate, it’ll be purely about sex…you will need to be someone who will seek to please me, who will follow my directions without hesitation…are you prepared to follow my directions without hesitation?” Her face turns a darker shade of red as her head nods agreement. “Good, put away the frozen and refrigerator groceries, leave the towel on the floor. I’m going to watch you work, naked. When you’re done with those, help me out of my pants.” Her head nods agreement again as she turns and finishes putting away the couple of groceries.

Moving to the other side of the room, sitting at my usual seat at the table, it was pleasing to watch her work. When she was finished, she made her way across the room toward me, her movements brought me to my feet. She was eagerly reaching out for my belt before she was even next to me. She looked up, smiling, “Jay, would you like to go upstairs to the bedroom?”

“No, Kelly…” grabbing her hands, as they are reaching to open my pants. “you are NOT in charge of things. I will decide where, how and when you and I are sexual. This won’t be a delivery day quickie. If you want to be my playmate, you will follow EVERY instruction I give you, WHENEVER I give you that instruction. Are you starting to better understand yet?” Her head nods agreement. “Good, show me your oral skills…suck my cock.” Her legs nearly collapse as she falls to the floor in front of me, opening my pants and pulling them past mid-thigh. She reaches back up for my boxer briefs as my pants fall to the floor and when my cock jumps out as she pulls them down, she looks up at me with a smile from ear-to-ear.

As her right hand encircles my cock, pulling it toward her mouth, she licks her lips and reaches around so her left hand grabs my ass. Her tongue traces a line from the base of my shaft to the underside of my head before taking the head of my cock in her mouth and letting her lips squeeze my shaft just below the head. Her tongue curls against the underside of my head, tickling it as she looks up again, her eyes smiling as she moves her face down my shaft. First just a little bit, choosing to stroke her right hand up my shaft to meet her lips and using her left hand to hold my hips as she squeezes around my shaft with her right hand and drops it to my hips, pulling her lips back tight at the base of my head. She moves her face back down the shaft, her right hand rising to meet her lips again, tightening and teasing me like this a few more times.

A quick glace to my cell phone on the counter. Since it was within reach, it was an easy decision to grab it and get it started. She pulls her face away from my cock as anger washes over her, “Jay, SERIOUSLY?!”

My right hand instinctively grabs her chin, this time forcing her face to look up at me. “You have said you want to be MINE…if I decide I need to grab my cell phone for something, it doesn’t concern you…you need to focus on the instructions I’ve given you, not what I’m doing…understand?”

“I was hoping you were enjoying this…” she responded, as her face turned from anger to dejection.

“…right now, I want a picture of those lips wrapped around my cock. It’s such a beautiful sight, it needs to become a permanent part of my vault!” As her lips wrap around the base of my head and she looks up at my phone’s camera, smiling slyly as I begin to capture the image. “Remember, I will only get involved if you agree to my CONTROL…so…if you’re looking for someone to fuck around with, whenever you’re horny, that is NOT ME! If, however, you’re willing to FULLY SUBMIT to ME, and do whatever I instruct, climb up on this counter…I want to taste that beautiful pussy.”

Without hesitation, Kelly moved to the island countertop, boosting herself to the edge, “WOW, this is cold!” Immediately, my right hand raises to her face, slapping her cheek enough to refocus her attention, but not hard enough to more than surprise. “What the HELL!” My right hand, which had not moved too far from her face, slaps her cheek again, this time quicker, but not more forceful.

Before she can open her mouth again, my explanation, “Kelly, if you FULLY SUBMIT to me, your only purpose will be to serve and please me. If I tell you to climb onto the countertop, you’ll do it, without questioning the instruction, without hesitation, and, most importantly, without any exclamation about the conditions. If I tell you to go outside naked, in the middle of winter, you will do it without complaining about the cold. You will NEED to learn to control YOURSELF, so that you can become a better submissive. When you are not pleasing or serving me properly, you’ll be reprimanded. My slap will not leave any marks, and I do not like doing it. Please focus on pleasing and serving me. I will tire of punishing you…you MUST understand…if you want this to happen, you MUST fully submit to ME. You will need permission for ANYTHING sexual in your life from this point forward. That includes your husband and self-pleasure. If you’re ready for this, respond with ‘Yes Sir’.”

“WOW!” came out of her mouth, and my finger found her lips, again, covering them in a “quiet” symbol.

“If you have a question, you may ask, but, I asked for a response of ‘Yes Sir’ if you were ready to submit to me.”

“No questions, I wish to submit to you, Sir. I was a bit overwhelmed. I’m sorry, Sir. I will work harder to respond only in your desired ways.” Her chin drops to her chest as she completes her response.

My hand moves to under her chin, lifting it to meet my gaze, “Kelly, while you submit to me completely, I do not want you hiding your face like this. You are an empowered woman, who has chosen to give herself to someone sexually. Unless I instruct you to act like this, I want to see you confident next to me whenever we are together, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” as she stared into my eyes.

She then lays back across the island countertop, placing her hips near the edge, her heels next to her hips. She reaches down, running her middle finger between her pussy lips as she looks up at me. “This is all very new to me, Sir. I may not understand how to behave or react. I will learn from you, whenever possible.” My hands cup under her hips, gently rubbing her ass before bending her thighs up against her stomach. Bending my body forward, she whispers, “Lori is going to Big-O just hearing this!”

My stance straightens, my right hand raising over my head and dropping swiftly against her now exposed ass cheek. The sound echoes through the room. “I’m sorry, Sir” was her only response. My right hand gently rubbed her cheek, where a red hand print was the only evidence of what had just happened.

“If you ever wish to talk about me as your Sir, you must ask permission first. Who is Lori?”

“Sir, Lori is my neighbor, watching the kids right now…I already told her I was going to try to seduce you. There’s some history between us, so, I told her if you took the bait, I’d watch the kids next week so she could get you to deliver to her house.”

“You did not know about this rule, so, my reprimand was meant to draw attention, and set a memory moving forward.”

“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

“What is the history between the two of you?”

As she begins to tell her story, my hands reach for hers. My hands guide hers to her thighs, making it obvious where she should hold her legs steady. “It was New Year’s Eve a few years back. Our families were celebrating together. The kids went to bed and the adults were still drinking. That Katy Perry song came on and I looked at Lori and asked if she had ever kissed a girl and liked it. She said ‘Maybe’ with a smile on her face and we immediately made our way to each other and kissed. It started as a mocking exhibit, but quickly turned into something more intimate. We didn’t just kiss, we started full-on making out. Our hands slipped up the other’s shirt. As soon as we started reaching for the pants, we remembered our husbands sitting in the room. We stopped and looked over at them…”

My tongue was now tracing circles around her clit and her hips were bucking at the sensation. Sucking her clit into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, she gasped and moaned, breaking her story line, but, not stopping her from continuing.

“…they weren’t exactly stopping us, so, we looked at each other and smiled, we took turns lifting the other’s shirt off, we reached around and unhooked the other’s bra, shrugging them to the floor…”

As my tongue flicks her clit, she gasps again, but, continues with her story.

“…we’re standing there, naked from the waist up, and we start to make out again, hands on each other’s breasts…”

My hands slide up her sides, as my tongue drives between her pussy lips, to grab and massage her breasts. “…WOW…” she catches her breath and continues, “I’m the first to move from the lips to the breasts, letting my hands fall to her pants…Lori had on yoga pants, so I just started pushing them down over her hips, while my lips were sucking her nipples…”

To gain some perspective, my gaze drifts up over her stomach to see her head tipped back, her hips jump upward at my tongue inside her pussy. She catches her breath before continuing, “…she didn’t have any panties on, so, now I’ve just exposed her bare puss to MY husband AND hers…as my hand made its way back up her thigh to touch her, my fingers slipped between her lips before I pushed them inside her…”

My hands had made their way back down her sides, now on the side of her hips. As she mentioned her fingers sliding inside Lori, my fingers worked inside her and she, again, had to catch her breath before continuing. A quiet, “wow” was heard in her exhale before her story restarted, “…her knees buckled a bit at my touch, but, her hands quickly found my belt and had my jeans falling to the floor…my panties were next…as we’re both now naked and kissing and standing there in front of our husbands, we glance over and they’re just watching…”

My fingers slip out of her pussy as my posture changes to stand at her hips, my cock resting along the length of her pussy lips. She continues, “I whisper, ‘how far are we going to take this?’ and she responds, ‘swinging now, are we?’”

Focusing my attention on the sight of my cock between her pussy lips, my task becomes rubbing my head along those lips, circling her clit. There is another muted “wow” before she catches her breath and continues, “I tell her I’m game, but ask how we should make it happen…she whispers, ‘I’ve never done this before, I thought you had’. I shook my head a little and she whispered, ‘let’s focus on our own, get him naked. We can kiss, and move while we kiss, so we're opposite our man. We'll pull away from our kiss and smile at each other, then our husband…then I’ll look at Paul and you look at Mike and we can say, ‘let’s play’…sound good?’ I just purred in her ear and we turned toward our men. As soon as we got to the couch and started to try to get them naked, they got weird and clammed up. Since then, she and I have done some pictures of each other to try to get them interested again, and we’ve played with each other, but never again in front of the guys.”

“So, Paul's cock is the only one you’ve had while married?”

“Yes Sir.” At this point, my cock is in my hand and slapping against her clit a few times. My thumbs work to spread her lips apart, pressing the head of my cock against her pussy. By adjusting my hips a bit my head rests at her threshold. “Sir, Paul's has been my ONLY willy.” Her face is red, but has a huge smile, her eyes relaxed and her mouth slightly open from the sensation of my head about to enter her.

“Are you still okay having MY cock inside you?” figuring it’s worth the question before pressing any further.

“Yes Sir”, without a hesitation. My hips shift forward, just enough for my head to enter her. The sensation is tight, smooth, wet enough with her juices that my cock slid easily. My hips pull back and the head of my cock popped out of her pussy. As a surprise, my hand slaps my cock against her clit a few times and her hips buck upwards briefly.

“And, you’re ready to submit COMPLETELY to me sexually, including asking for my permission to fuck your own husband?” My cock rubbing between her lips again, circling her clit before slipping my head back inside her. My thumbs spread her pussy lips further apart as my hips rock forward and back, my cock driving slightly deeper inside her with every forward movement.

“Yessir…”

“I’m impressed…you’ve answered properly…you’re learning, Kelly...I’m going to reward you by filling your pussy with cum.”

Her entire body tightens…her face shifts from pleasure to something akin to fear. “Sir?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No Sir. I just made my husband wait until after we were married – to not use a condom, or to even finish inside me while he was wearing a condom…”

“What would you have done if the husbands didn’t stop you and Lori? Do you think they’d have put a condom on? Do you think he’d pull out before his orgasm? Kelly, I don’t even care about the answers to those questions…if you’re going to submit to ME, MY cum WILL fill your pussy…do you still want to submit?”

A purposeful flex of my cock inside her pussy to make it obvious what my desired answer would be. She catches her breath from the sensation of my cock before answering, “Yes Sir, I want to please you…I’ve never had anyone treat me like this…I am so turned on, I just don’t know how to handle myself right now.”

“But, you were willing to swap husbands right in front of him, and he knew his was the only cock that had been inside you? Kelly, if you submit yourself completely to my direction you will not hesitate when you are given instructions. When I speak of something I like, you will make mental notes and seek out opportunities to repeat that pleasure…do you understand?”

“Yes Sir” she says, as she glances to the side, releasing the grip from one of her thighs, she grabs my phone and hands it to me. “Would you like to take a picture of THESE lips wrapped around you Sir?”

A smile creeps from ear to ear across my face as my phone is unlocked and the camera app is opened. Her hand drops immediately back to her thigh, tipping her hips up and down, taking the initiative to bring more and less of my cock inside her. Her breath is shallow, fast…her hips begin to move at an increasing rate as a few pictures click, highlighting her juices glistening on my shaft. “Now, I KNOW I’m going to fill your pussy with cum!”

My phone is placed next to her hips as my hips drive forward, forcing my cock deeper inside her. Her gasp is loud with my first forceful thrust forward, “OHMIGOD!” as her head tips back and her hands reach down, next to her hips, grabbing the edge of the counter to keep herself from moving too far from the edge. “SO MUCH! Sir, careful…please! You’re just SO MUCH bigger than Paul is…almost too much…ALMOST!”

After a few full-length thrusts, my cock rests, buried deep inside her, our hips tight against each other. “Kelly, if you submit to me, my instructions could include other people. Are you prepared to eagerly comply with instructions that might include another man’s cock inside your pussy?” My desire for an affirmative response is exercised by a flex of my cock inside her. She catches her breath as she nods her head. “I need to hear it Kelly…”

“Yes Sir, I will eagerly comply with ANY instructions you have for me.”

Leaning forward, my hand reaches to support the back of her neck, beginning to lift her from the countertop with some instruction, “wrap your legs around me, I want to fuck you standing right here in the middle of the kitchen”

“Yes Sir!” As her legs wrapped around me, her arms hugged over my shoulders and her hips lifted from the countertop island. Her smooth legs squeezed tight around my hips, her pussy squeezes against my cock as her breasts press against my chest. “This is certainly a first for me…” she whispers as my hands slip beneath her hips, holding her steady as my hips rock back and forward, my cock nearly popping out of her pussy before driving back deep inside her.

Her breasts begin to drag through the hair on my chest as she finds her ability to lift and drop her hips along the shaft of my cock, keeping just the head inside her before taking as much as she can inside her at this angle. She begins breathing deeply as she increases the pace and intensity of her hip movement along my shaft, she mutters a weak “ohmigod” as the intensity continues to increase. Her breathing is more like panting as I feel her body begin to quiver against mine. Before she pushes herself too far, my right hand moves away from her hips and smartly smacks against the left cheek of her ass. “OUCH!” she exclaimed as my arm swings out and back again against her cheek. Her body stops moving, but, she stays in my arms, my cock deep inside her. “What was THAT for Sir?!” My right hand moves from smacking her ass to slapping her face once again, not sharply, just enough to get her attention. “I’m sorry Sir, but, I don’t know what I did wrong to deserve this.”

“Who is in control?”

“You are Sir.”

“Who was controlling things just now?”

“I was, Sir.” Her face drops to my shoulder as her entire body loses some of the grip around my hips and shoulders. My right hand reaches up to grab her bun and pull her head back, forcing eye contact with me.

“Kelly, I appreciate the effort. If I tell you to fuck me, this would be what I expect from you. But, I said I wanted to fuck you standing here, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did Sir…I’m sorry.” She tries to hide her face in my shoulder, but my grip on her bun prevents her head from moving.

“This is about words…this is about actions…not only were you taking control, I felt you were also getting close to orgasm…am I wrong?”

“No, that’s why I was starting to go nuts!”

“The key to be my submissive is self-control…if you are to continue submitting to me completely, you will learn to control your orgasm. You will not let yourself orgasm, unless I’ve given you permission…do you understand?”

“How am I supposed to do that, Sir?”

“If you want to continue with me, you will learn. I will help you better understand your body and control yourself. Do you know what a kegel is?” Her pussy immediately tightens around my cock. “Good…practice these…I expect you to keep control of your pussy, kegels will be the first step in that training.”

“Yes Sir.” She responds, as she kegels again and again around my cock inside her, a smile creeping over her face as my cock flexes against each kegel. “I kind of like this feeling.”

By pulling on her bun, her face looks toward the ceiling for further instructions, “Kelly…you are MINE…what we do for training is NOT to be done with your husband, or any other lover…if you are MINE, MY rules will apply to even the times you fuck your husband…do you understand?”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

My grip on her bun allows her head to move just a bit, so we can make eye contact, my instructions continue, “I must give you permission to orgasm. So, from today forward, you are not to orgasm when fucking your husband…unless I’ve given you permission…”

“Not a problem, I’ve been faking with Paul since well before Lori and I started playing.”

My grip tightens on her bun, tipping her head back again before releasing it to make eye contact, “Learning to control yourself and your orgasms will give you the ability to have an orgasm at any time…as well as delay one for as long as necessary…do you understand?”

“Yessir”

“Good…there will be times I direct you to orgasm, because you are MINE, and I will expect you to orgasm quickly…I have already felt your body nearing orgasm, if I sense you are faking, you will be punished…do you understand?”

“Yessir…but…you won’t have to worry about me faking with you! Your size, your control…it’s very difficult for me to control myself already.”

My cock flexes inside her as my instructions continue, “Kelly, being MINE means obeying, without question or hesitation, ANY instruction you’re given…are you ready for this?”

She kegels against my cock inside her as she smiles and responds, “Yes, completely, Sir.”

My grip on her bun shifts, pulling her face to mine, kissing her deeply before releasing her bun. “Okay…first significant test…” shifting my hips, my cock slides out of her and her legs find the floor allowing her to take her feet, “…stand right here for a second…” A few steps to make my way to the window, facing the street, with the shades currently closed. It is a heavy curtain, but hangs across a window that stretches from about eighteen inches off the floor to nearly the ceiling. I lift the outside edge of the curtain and peek out the front window. There is no one on the street, no one visible in either direction. “I want you to stand in the middle of these curtains, throw them open and let them fall closed…just as you are…right now…”

She immediately moves to the curtains and lifts them a little, but they do not open even as wide as her small frame. My face shows frustration as my first true punishment begins, “bend forward and grab your ankles…” she complies and my right hand raises high over my head and falls swiftly to her ass, the smack echoing through the room. She does not express anything as my hand rises and falls against her ass, again, the sound echoing through the room. “I checked to make sure no one was outside before directing you to do this. Now, I’m not going to look to see if it’s clear. If you don’t THROW the curtain open and let it fall closed, without flinching, we will be done. Punishment is a major turn-off for me. Do you understand, Kelly?”

“Yes Sir” is all she can muster, a sniffle shuddering her stance and the sound of a sob escapes her lips.

“Stand up, throw the curtains open and let them fall closed…NOW!” She stands, grabs the curtains, closes her eyes and throws the curtains open, letting them fall closed again. “Was that difficult?”

“No Sir.”

“Good, do it again, this time, with your eyes open.” She again grabs the curtains and throws them open, seeing a UPS truck on the street in front of her house. The curtains fall quickly closed as she looks at me with a horrified look on her face.

“Was he out there when I did this?”

“I’m not going to tell you…if you’re not going to participate in the experience, the experience is mine to remember, not for you to remember…when I give you instructions, I expect to hear everything about your experience…what you enjoyed, what you did not enjoy, your emotions, your sensations…stay in the moment, stay with me, to create your own experiences and memories.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you trust me to treat you well, when you eagerly follow instructions?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good…let’s move to the couch…” As we make our way, my hand gently rubs Kelly’s ass where my punishment had landed. “…did I hurt you with this reprimand?”

“No, Sir, just my ego being disappointed in myself”

“Good…” as we reach the couch, my instructions continue, “I’d like you on your knees again, sucking my cock…” Lowering myself to sit at the end of the couch, getting comfortable with my hips at the front edge.

“Yes Sir” she responds, with a big smile on her face. “I enjoyed that.”

“This is where sexual training begins…” A wave of hesitation washed across her face as she climbed to the floor, between my legs. Her hand grabbed my cock and her tongue repeated its initial path from the base of my shaft to the base of my head, before taking my head into her mouth and squeezing the shaft. She pulled her face away from my hips, tugging on my cock as her lips squeezed under my head, her hand wrapping around my shaft and squeezing her fingers in succession. As my cock gets harder in her mouth, she begins to move her face forward and back, letting her lips and her hand meet at a point along my shaft. Her tongue occasionally tracing the underside.

My hips begin to rock upward as her lips move down my shaft, but she adjusts her face to make sure she doesn’t take more of my cock. My hand reaches down, grabbing her bun, again, holding her face as my hips move away and then rock upward. Her hands move to my thighs and resist my hip movement. I pause, pulling her face away, my cock popping out of her mouth. “You are resisting me…am I done with you?”

“No Sir, just unsure how to handle things.”

“Give me control…while you please me, you will be pleased. The other option is for me to bind your arms behind you…do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ve fantasized about being tied up, but not bound as punishment.”

She reaches for my cock and takes it in her mouth again. Her hands move from my thighs to the floor, between her knees. “Good…restraints are fun and very different than binding as punishment...” my hips rise and fall as my grip on her bun tightens. Resting my hips on the couch, my grip pulls her face toward my hips, sending the same amount of my cock into her mouth. Her teeth send a sensation through my shaft, “Kelly, there will be no punishment as severe as your teeth against my cock, do you understand?” Her head nods, gently as her lips wrap between her teeth and my shaft. My hips rise and fall again, Kelly’s lips finding their ability to cover her teeth with my movements. With each additional movement, my grip forces more of my cock deeper in her mouth. When there is resistance, my hips pause, my cock flexes, her jaw shifts, her tongue wiggles. When she gets control and relaxes, my grip relaxes.

Finally, her nose presses against my skin. My grip keeps her face at that point and my cock flexes against her throat. As our position holds, her hands move to my thighs again, without resisting my grip. With a final flex against her throat, my grip is released, and her head pulls away from my hips, leaving my cock standing tall as she coughs and gags for a breath. Before she is fully recovered, my hand returns to her bun, coaxing her to wrap her lips around my head again. As my grip pulls her face forward and my hips lift, her mouth resists my cock’s depth, but much less than the first experience.

My next movement allows my hips to rest on the couch and move Kelly’s head up and down my shaft. My grip pulls her face against my hips, feeling her lips at the base of my shaft, her nose pressed against me. Her breath, escaping her nose tickles my balls and her throat struggles to let her continue to breathe. My grip holds her in this position as she continues to struggle to breathe around my cock. She gently squeezes my thigh, not pushing back, just gently squeezing. Her action demonstrates control, allowing me to reward her by releasing my grip. As her face pulls away from my hips, she coughs as she catches her breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yes Sir. Another new experience. Paul doesn’t have the length to make me gag, or the girth to block my breathing.”

“I was waiting to see if you struggled, or found a way to give me a signal you were ready for a rest. By gently squeezing my thighs, you’ve indicated you need a breath without resisting my direction. You’ve pleased me. Just remember, when you are pleasing me, you will be pleased. I may not be as quick to release your head in the future, remember, this is training you for MY sexual preferences, but I do not seek to hurt you…in the future, this short, light squeeze will tell me you feel you need a breath. A held, light squeeze tells me you are getting uncomfortable. Follow?”

“Yes Sir. Short, light is meant to let you know of my initial discomfort, continued light squeeze means I’m beginning to worry.” She already has my cock wrapped in her hand, and her face moves toward it again.

“Kelly…I need to feel that pussy wrapped tight around my cock again. Turn around, put my cock inside you.”

“Yes Sir!” As she turns around and reaches back between her legs to grab my cock, there is a smile on her face. She guides my head toward her pussy lips. She strokes my cock before rubbing it between her lips and lowering her hips to take me inside her. She strokes my cock again as she kegels against my shaft, just below my head. The spit on my cock from her sucking me helps her lower her hips to meet mine, taking me deep inside her pussy. “OHMIGOD…So FULL!” is all that is intelligible from her mouth as she reaches between her legs, spreading her pussy lips, lowering herself down again to take my cock deep inside her. “Is this deep enough, Sir?”

“Thank you, Kelly…” my right hand traces up the middle of her back, my thumb and fingers circling the back of her neck as I pull her downward and lift my hips from the couch, grinding our hips together and moving my cock around inside her. As my cock flexes deep inside her, there is a strong kegel in response. Her continued kegels illicit a reaction in my cock. An involuntary flex against her pussy to each kegel, instinctively. Her kegels turn to quiver against me as she continues, “…remember to control yourself, Kelly…no orgasm.”

“Yes Sir…but I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself like this.” My right hand holds her down against my hips, my cock buried inside her.

“Then stop kegeling…tell me you are close to orgasm…breathe deep…refocus on something else…the only time you are allowed to orgasm without permission is when you are being filled with MY cum…do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”

“So…if I give you permission to fuck your husband, and to let him fill you with cum, you are still only allowed to orgasm when given specific permission…any time MY cum fills you is a ticket to orgasm…Any other man I’ve given permission to fill you with cum is NOT a ticket to orgasm…”

Her body gets tight and she turns her head to look back at me as she asks, “any other man, Sir?”

“Yes, Kelly, if you are MINE, I may very well direct you to fuck someone else for my pleasure, or share you with someone for my pleasure…you want to be MINE, don’t you?”

“Yes, I had no idea I wanted you this bad…I want…I want to please you, whatever that means…”

“Good…we’re going to pause like this…I want you to lean back against my chest, touch yourself…feel my cock flex inside you…kegel against it…control the feelings, learn your body’s sensations…don’t let yourself orgasm…when you feel yourself nearing orgasm, pause the playing until you feel you can continue…”

“Yes Sir” and as she leans back, her right hand drops to her pussy, her fingers reaching all the way down to my balls, causing my cock to flex inside her. She spreads her pussy lips, circles her clit, licks her fingers and goes right back to work…it is only a few moments before her pussy begins to quiver against me and she quickly stops her teasing, breathing deep and closing her eyes, her head rolling back to my shoulder looking toward the ceiling…there was a muted “wow, that was quick” and after three or four breaths, her fingers begin to trace from her breasts down her stomach to her pussy, all the way to my balls again, causing my cock to flex inside her. As she continues to tease her clit, her left hand begins to massage her breast. Just a bit longer than the first round and her pussy quivers against my cock, forcing her right hand to leave her pussy, her left hand falls away from her breast, both hands falling to my hips beneath her, as if holding me in the position.

As a test, my cock flexes inside her and there is a quick twitch of her pussy against me, her breath audibly catching as she bites her lower lip. After a couple of breaths, her hands move from my hips. She brings her right hand back to her mouth, licking it before returning it to her pussy and my balls, her left hand again focusing on her breast. My right hand reaches around and grabs her right breast, mimicking the massage her left hand is giving. My left hand reaching to her mouth, sticking my fingers in her mouth before moving to her pussy, spreading her lips as my hips begin to rock left and right slightly.

My right hand moves from her breast and removes her right hand from her pussy. By intertwining my fingers with hers it is easier to move her hand to behind my head, whispering for her to keep her hand there. My right hand returns to tease her clit as my left hand finds her left hand on her breast. Again intertwining my fingers with hers to move her hand to behind my head, whispering that her hand needs to stay right there…now, both of my hands are teasing her clit, massaging her breasts, sticking my fingers into her mouth…as both hands focus on her clit and pussy lips, her controlled kegel becomes an uncontrolled quiver against me and her head rolls back to my shoulder as she pants, “fighting…Big-O…please…stop…I’m…gonna…lose it!”

My fingers stop teasing her clit and move to her breasts, squeezing her tight against my chest. Letting a whisper enter her ear, “control it…breathe…you can do this Kelly…by giving yourself to me, you’re taking control of your body…breathe…” There is a muted “thank you” between deep breaths. Her pussy is still quivering against my cock, but there hasn’t been the orgasmic convulsion announcing her loss of control.

Three or four more deep breaths and she continues, “Omigod, Sir, I have never been so thoroughly spent without a Big-O.” Another flex of my cock inside her and she catches her breath, “Sir, I’m not sure there are many more times I’ll be able to control myself like this.”

“Until you feel my cum filling you, I expect you to continue to control yourself…do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good…go grab me my phone…” There is an audible gasp as my cock pops out of her pussy. Her gait is a bit staggered for the first few steps away from me as she retrieves my phone from the kitchen. As she hands me my phone, I continue, “…now, go back to the front window and throw open the curtains again…I’m going to get video of this.”

“Yes Sir.” She stands at the center of the curtains, looks over her shoulder and says, “are you ready, Sir?”

“Yes, Kelly…rolling…” She throws open the curtains and the neighbor across the street is at the mailbox, back turned to her house, but standing there as the curtains fall closed.

“OhmiGOD, that was close!”

“Doesn’t it feel good to test that limit though?”

“Yeah, it does.” She is bouncing back towards me, the smile on her face and sparkle in her eyes a great sign of things to come.

“Good…now…grab YOUR phone. I want you to send a video of my cock in your pussy to Lori…go, right now.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Alright…lay on the edge of the couch, one leg on the floor, one leg on the top of the back of the couch…good…now…when I start the video, I want you to say her name and tell her what you’re enjoying about me as you touch yourself, do NOT say my name…I’ll move closer and then pan down to my cock, slapping your clit before diving inside you. I’m going to fuck you until I fill you, recording it all for her to see…control your orgasm until you feel my cum filling you, then let go…I want her to see your orgasm…and I want her to see my cum covered cock come out of your pussy…”

“Should I just videocall her and let her watch real-time?”

“Even better…you’ll never say my name…or call me Sir…but…you’ll describe what you’re feeling as I fuck you…give her a play-by-play of your sensations, I’m giving you permission to say anything but my name as I fuck you…send her a text so she can control volume and get somewhere private...then, have her videocall you…I’ll have the phone and when I answer you can continue with the directions I’ve given you…what will you do?”

“Say her name and tell her how much I’m enjoying you…then, control myself until I feel your seed filling me…so she can see my Big-O and your seed-covered willy in my puss.”

“Very good…now, text her so she gets ready…” The text is sent and the phone rings for a facetime session within moments.

“Kelly…seriously…he’s still there?”, just her voice creating a picture in my mind, from behind the phone. “Holy Shit, he’s got your phone?”

“Yeah, Lori, this has been AMAZING, and I haven’t even had one yet…He wants you to watch as he fills me with his seed and finally lets me have a Big-O…”

“Wait...WHAT?! LETS you have an orgasm?! What the FUCK is going on over there?” Lori interjects.

“…nothing but AMAZING Lori! I have never been so spent without a Big-O before…and I ache for his seed…”

“Kelly, you’re going to let him cum inside you? SERIOUSLY! What the FUCK is going on?”

“Lori…I will let him do whatever he wants to me…if he keeps making me feel like this…ANYTHING he does is fine with me! In fact, whatever he tells me to do…WHAT-EVER he tells me to do…Lori…I’ve stood in front of my big bay window, completely naked, and threw the curtains open…Doug was at the mailbox!”

“Holy SHIT girl…”

“Okay Lori, he’s beginning to look a bit annoyed…just shut up so I can feel that willy inside me again!”

I take the two steps to the couch and situate myself between her legs, letting the camera pan from Kelly’s face to her pussy. “Kelly, has he already fucked you?” The camera tilts up so Kelly can nod her head. “I can tell…and he’s much bigger than Paul, isn’t he?”

“For sure. I’m already a bit sore, but, never felt more satisfied sexually!”

The camera tilts back to Kelly’s pussy as my free hand slaps my cock against her pussy lips. There is a muted, “nice pecker” heard from the phone as my head nods, behind the camera, toward my cock and Kelly reaches down and grabs it, stroking the shaft before rubbing the head between her pussy lips…she brings her right hand to her mouth, wetting it with saliva before rubbing my cock again, and guiding my head inside her pussy.

“Lori, it feels so good as it slips inside. His head is a LOT bigger than Paul's...feeling it press through to enter me makes me quiver with delight…I almost had a Big-O the first time he put it in me…now, he’s going to ease deeper with a few movements…he likes me to kegel against it and I can feel him heave inside me…as it gets deeper inside me, it gets difficult to control myself…I just want the Big-O…but he has to give me permission…and he’s already said, I can’t let go until I feel his seed filling me…OHMIGOD…Lori, he feels so good as his hips rock him in and out…feeling his hips hit mine, so deep inside me, is driving me nuts Lori…can you see his willy rocking in and out of me?”

“Fuck Yeah! Can’t you tell I’m enjoying myself?”

Kelly lifted her head to look at the call and smiled from ear to ear as she continued, “Lori, are you touching yourself watching?”

“Mmmm...yeah…imagining that prick rocking in and out of me…right now…”

“He’s shaking his head Lori…I think he likes MY puss…” the camera tips to show her face as she nods and continues, “Yeah, Lori, he’s nodding that he likes my puss…” her head tips back as our hips slap against each other and the camera tilts back down to my cock rocking in and out, with a little more force. “WOW…Lori, can you hear our hips slapping against each other?” before waiting for an answer, she just keeps talking, “OhmiGOD…Lori, it feels so good! Do me…please…feeling you pound me is driving me to the EDGE!” Her head leans back and her eyes close, tilting the camera up shows Lori the deep breathing and Kelly’s breasts sliding up and down on her chest as my hips drive against hers, my cock slamming deep inside her.

“Kelly, you sound like you’re doing Lamaze…”

“I have to control myself…I need to feel his seed before I let myself go…OHMIGOD! Lori, he feels SO good pounding so deep inside me!” Heavy breathing is coming from the phone…a low hum in the background…to control the situation, my hips pull back and my cock pops out of Kelly's pussy. When my eyes fall to her crotch, there is her gaping hole. I move the camera to show Lori her friend's face and wait for Kelly to look toward the phone. “Lori…do you have your bullet?”

“Fuck yeah…I SO wish I was you right now…I need to cum…”

“Lori, he’s shaking his head…he doesn’t want you playing with yourself…he’s not even inside me right now…I think he’s going to punish me for you playing with yourself…” I nod my head. “Lori, for every future playdate we might share, put that bullet away and let him fill me with his seed so I can release!”

“Seriously?”

“He’s nodding, Lori...he’ll quit doing me if you don’t stop playing with yourself…let him do me…” I drive my hips forward and bury my cock, flexing it deep inside Kelly. “Lori…I can feel him flexing inside me…he wants to pound me…please let him finish so I can release!”

“Fine…it’s away…for now…”

“The look on his face says if you touch yourself before he explains how things work, you’ll never feel him inside you…I know I’ve never had anyone other than Paul, and don’t know your history of partners, but, I can’t imagine missing this willy inside me…just stop…watch…enjoy and make a memory of this…I want to feel him erupt inside me!”

“Okay…I’m done…” there is no more background noise through the phone. No more heavy breathing through the phone.

“Thank you, Lori…I can feel him rocking in and out again…this is so amazing…whatever he says, when he delivers next week, do it…just do it!” as the sounds of our hips slapping together begin to sound throughout the room again. “Yeah…like that…pound me…” she licks her fingers and reaches down to spread her pussy lips apart as my cock drives deep inside her, “…am I pleasing you…have I earned your seed filling me…ohmiGOD…yeah, like that…” her head tips back again and her breathing reverts to pants and grunts, with a few audible words mixed in, “mmmmm…ohmiGOD…ooooohhhhhhh…yeah…please…” as she grabs the underside of her thighs and lifts her hips, my cock slams deeper inside her.

Taking advantage of the shift in her hips, my hips rock back further, allowing my cock to pop out of her again, giving me a view of her gaping hole. The camera pans down. “Fuck…Kelly…he’s stretching you out, isn’t he?!”

“Lori, I’m going to be sore, but, I can’t wait for my next instructions from him…I can’t wait for the NEXT time I get to feel him inside me…I can’t wait to see what else he has in store for me…now…can I PLEASE feel you inside me again?”

As my free hand slaps my cock against her clit and drives my cock back inside her, my focus is on the camera angle, allowing the frame to cover Kelly’s facial expressions, and reactions to my movements. “PLLLEEEEAAAASSSSSEEEEE…pound me…mmmmmmmm…fill me…” Her intermittent kegels against my cock, as my hips rock forward and back pushes me over the edge…my hips slam forward and my cock heaves inside her. The initial wave of cum washes into her and she responds, immediately, “YES! Lori, he’s filling me with his seed…OHMIGOD…here it is…MY Big-O!” her hips lurch with her orgasm as her head slams backwards against the couch…another burst of cum rushes into her, “…OHMIGOD!” Her hips rock again, her pussy tight against my shaft as a third jolt of cum fills her…her head lifts from the couch to make eye contact with me. “That’s AMAZING!” My hips quickly jerk back and slam forward with more cum filling her. “Lori…this is AMAZING!” Her hips rock and her pussy begins to convulse against me as my hips jerk back and forward again, more cum fills her. “I can’t believe he’s STILL filling me!” Another buck of our hips, with more cum filling her, “what is it you called it, Lori?”

“A heavy cummer…I think he is…why is he teasing me like this?”

“He won’t talk…or he won’t say…” our hips now gently rock together and her pussy kegels against my cock as my hips rock back a bit. “I think he’s done…I know I certainly am…”

“So, what the hell have you gotten yourself…and now, maybe, me…into?”

“He’s shaking his head Lori…I can’t say…and I won’t tell you anything more than I have about today…he’s smiling…” the camera tilts down to Kelly’s raw pussy as my hips pull back, exposing my shaft, covered in cum. Once my cock pops out of her pussy, there is cum dripping off me and down her gaping pussy. The camera follows my cock, as a string of cum dribbles from my head onto the couch.

“Kelly, I’m not sitting on your couch ever again…”

“Lori, I don’t care…this is SO worth it…” a hand reaches into the frame of the video as Kelly grabs my cock and pulls a handful of cum from it…the camera tilts to follow her cum soaked fingers to her lips…as she licks the cum from her fingers, “SO worth it…can I order groceries every day? Crap…he’s shaking his head.”

“Do I get a chance to order groceries…maybe tomorrow?” From the faceless voice on the other end of the phone. With a simple nod to Kelly, she smiles and mimics my facial expression in her nod. “Good…I’m aching to cum now…”

“He’s smiling…it’s a bit sinister…he’s giving me the sign I need to say ‘bye-bye’ to you…I’m hoping that means I get to lick his willy clean?” My head nods confirmation and she smiles in the screen and says, “Bye-bye Lori, keep the kids for at least another hour…tomorrow could be amazing, if you let it!”

Without waiting for a response, Kelly touches the hang-up button with her cum covered finger as my hand flips the phone to make sure the call was disconnected. Moving toward the end of the couch, my hand uses the coffee table to balance, leaving her phone as my stance brings my hips right next to her chest.

“Sir, did I please you? Did I serve you well?”

“Yes, you did…you said something about cleaning my cock?”

She immediately slithered down the couch a little bit as her face moved to my cock, licking the cum that was still covering it.

“Kelly…are you okay with me fucking Lori?”

She looked up at me, pulling her face away from my cock as she responded, “would it please you to fuck Lori?” My lips curled upward into a significant smile. “I think that’s a ‘yes’?”

“Not at all…it was a joyful recognition of your response…you have learned a lot today…I’m very proud of you, Kelly”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“I expect you to abstain from sex…starting now…the only sexual experiences you will have will be by my permission and instruction…do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“After I leave, you will download an app called Teamwork. Within the app you will find an Experience Journal. After every sexual experience you have, I expect you to journal as much of the thoughts, feelings, sensations, actions…whatever…just to remember what happened, what you liked, disliked, wanted more of, less of…and there is a Fantasy Journal tab, where, every day, you will share a sexual fantasy you’ve had at some point in your life, but never explored.”

“Yes Sir, something like the fantasy of being restrained?”

“Yes…and starting tomorrow, I expect you to do 100 kegels each day, separate from your regular exercise routine…I want you to do them while controlling your sensations…I want you to fantasize about sex while you do them…to control your orgasm and keep it at bay…do NOT touch yourself, you are to use only fantasy and control of your senses to excite yourself…throughout your 100 kegels…when you finish, I expect you to upload a naked selfie to the app, in a sexual position you’d expect to experience during your fantasy journal.”

“Yes Sir.”

“If I send you a message, I expect you to respond within one hour…my message may be anything, if I give you sexual instructions, I expect it to be followed, without hesitation, enthusiastically…and documented…are you ready for this?”

“Wait, so you will give me instructions on days you’re not delivering?”

“Kelly, I’ve said repeatedly today…when you agreed to submit to me COMPLETELY, you are now MINE sexually. Moving forward, you do nothing sexually without my permission…you don’t even fuck Paul without asking for permission…do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good…when I leave, no shower…and don’t get your kids until after your husband gets home…I want you to fuck him with my cum still inside you…this is your ultimate test for following directions…do whatever it takes to make him cum quickly…but…don’t let him cum inside you…whatever you have to do, he does NOT cum inside you…make him think he has, at least a little bit, but, keep just my cum inside you…then, go to the bathroom and take a mirror selfie of his cum everywhere but inside your pussy…oh, and…remember…NO orgasm for you…he doesn’t cum inside you, and you get no orgasm…”

“Yes Sir.”

“It’s important…your husband MUST fuck you with some of MY cum still inside you…and…my cum can be the ONLY cum inside you…by covering his cock with my cum…you are giving ME control of your pussy…and by keeping only MY cum inside you…YOU control your body during this experience, so, you are actually taking control of YOURSELF…by uploading the picture, as your profile picture, you are demonstrating your submission to my instructions, you are turning control of yourself over to ME…this act means you’ve told me whatever I want, I get…whenever I want it, I get it…However I direct it, it happens…do you understand the significance of this experience?

“Yes Sir.”

“When you pick up your kids…”

“After doing my husband, and uploading the selfie?”

“Yes…pull Lori aside and tell her that your pussy is mine…tell her what it was like to give me your pussy, not the activity of covering your husband’s cock, the feeling of taking control of your pussy and giving yourself to me completely…tell her that she is NOT to fuck her husband tonight…she is NOT to masturbate tonight…tell her I want a fresh, tight pussy when I deliver to her tomorrow. Tell her I said you’ve set the bar very high.”

“Yes Sir.”

Followup:

Later that evening, my phone’s notification sounds for the Teamwork app. There are updates from Kelly. There is a mirror selfie of Kelly, cum all over her stomach and thighs as her profile picture. There is a simple message as the caption for the picture, “My puss is yours, Sir! His seed is all over my stomach, and on my hand…YOUR seed is still inside me and oozing down my thighs!”

About a half-hour later another alert…this time from the delivery service. A first-time order, a referral from Kelly. Kudos from the boss followed…if they only knew!

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