The Art of Cuckold Diplomacy Ch 4 Domination Part 1
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I gazed at my new friend and co-conspirator, Charlotte. She, unlike the rest of us, was still dressed. Or mostly dressed – I was pretty sure she was no longer wearing any panties! Charlotte was the one who had orchestrated our sexual awakening that evening. My husband, Jason, and I were being guided into new territory by Charlotte, who was pulling the strings, and her well-hung Lothario, Peter, who also happened to be my husband’s new boss.
Wearing a simple, but incredibly seductive, silvery cocktail dress, along with a pair of matching sandals, she was a very attractive, sexy, dynamite young redhead with – as I was becoming increasingly aware – a mischievous dominant streak.
Typical of redheads, she was pale-skinned with a tendency to freckles. She was also slim and very fit, with small, firm breasts and tight bum to match.
I’d never been attracted to a woman before, but Charlotte was looking like proving the exception to the rule.
Unfortunately, as well as being at least twenty years her senior, I was also a lot less toned. I had 32F size tits, which always appreciated some material support, and my backside - to me anyway – was on the generous side. My husband never complained though. He seemed to adore my bottom, which was gratifying.
Notwithstanding her physical attributes, I think it was her bossy attitude that got my juices flowing. As the thought crossed my mind, she leaned forward and grasped one of my nipples firmly between her thumb and middle finger.
‘Get back on the bed, slut. On your back!’ she ordered.
Her assertiveness was definitely turning me on.
‘Have you ever kissed a woman’s pussy, Sam?’ Charlotte asked with a devious grin.
My eyes widened. No, I hadn’t! It was something I’d never previously considered. But before I could think about it, I felt Charlotte clamber onto the bed and straddle my face. I looked up and had a spectacular view up her short dress! I could now clearly see that she was no longer wearing any panties, and a few inches above my face was the nicely groomed ginger bush of my new friend’s naked pussy.
Was she my friend? Or was she something else? Charlotte was taking charge of me now – had been taking charge of me ever since we’d had that conversation when we’d been ‘shopping’. She’d also taken charge of my husband, much to his discomfort and excitement.
I’d got what I’d wanted – I think. Jason was getting what he wanted. What did Charlotte want? What was she getting out of this? What turned her on?
‘I want you to worship me with your tongue, slut. I want you to make me cum!’
Oh my! I wasn’t sure I was up to this! I’d never done this before – had no idea if I would enjoy it, or be any good! But I wanted to please her…
She lowered herself down, her slim feet and supple thighs either side of my head. I could smell her now! An erotic aroma, tantalising, alluring, and all-encompassing. Entranced, I subconsciously inhaled, wanting – needing – more!
And then her pussy was right on my face. Her protruding cunt lips, framed by those soft, downy, ginger hairs, were practically touching me, her inner folds covered in a sheen of sticky moisture, betraying her excitement. Tentatively, my heart racing, I opened my mouth and pushed out my tongue, and made contact with her…
Such a heady moment – simple in itself – but it changed my perceptions forever.
I was licking another woman’s pussy!
I was licking another woman’s pussy - and it was nice! Very nice. Wrong word – too bland. It didn’t convey what I was feeling. Sensual, perhaps? Erotic? Obviously. Powerful? Overpowering? Almost. My senses of taste and smell were on overload. I felt like I was electrically charged.
Oh, yes. This was very nice indeed.
I was licking Charlotte’s pussy! I was enveloped in her womanly mound! For the first time in my life, I was engaged in oral sex with another woman, and it was intoxicating! That was the word – intoxicating!
I moved my tongue around, licking between her folds, slipping my tongue up to her clit, and concentrated on that for a few moments, circling as I knew I liked to be pleasured. I kissed her clit, enjoying the intimate contact, and heard Charlotte gasp in response. Then I moved back, sliding my tongue up and down her slit again until I found the entrance to her cunt, and instinctively dived inside, wiggling my tongue as her sticky walls closed around me…
I heard Charlotte giggle.
‘Look over there, Sam, see what your husband is up to…?’
Charlotte lifted herself from me just enough so that I could raise my sticky face and see across the room.
As I looked over I could see Peter, now sat in an armchair, with Jason kneeling between his thighs. Jason had Peter’s cock in his mouth! The same cock I had been sucking an hour or so earlier…
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How was it that so much could change in so short a time? We’d only been in the country for five days! The catalyst, undoubtedly, had been Charlotte. One surprisingly intimate conversation with her, followed by this welcome party (planned), and my unexpected, but very willing seduction (not planned – not originally, anyway…), and things were never going to be the same again...
Peter had chatted to me amiably throughout the evening. He’d mingled with his guests, but had returned to me regularly. During one of his visits, he told me he’d had a chat with Charlotte and that he was hoping to make it a memorable evening if I was willing?
Our intermittent conversations from then were full of suggestion and innuendo, without being specific, leaving the possibilities hanging in the air. I felt my panties getting damp with anticipation, not knowing what Charlotte and Peter had discussed and, perhaps, planned. The uncertainty made it even more exciting.
As the party wound down, and Peter invited Jason and I back to their private quarters for a ‘nightcap’ or some such excuse, Peter quickly guided me to one of the sofa’s in their sitting room and possessively engaged me in conversation. I was being seduced - seduced openly and aggressively whilst my husband sat watching with Charlotte just a few feet away…
Jason and Charlotte may have been in the room, however, I was barely conscious of their presence. I was too distracted by the proximity of Peter and what he was doing to me. He wasn’t touching me – not physically - but close up, his masculinity was overwhelming. He was an Alpha exuding confidence and maleness that made me respond to him like I was in heat!
Subconsciously, though, I was aware when Charlotte and Jason got up and left. I didn’t know why – didn’t care. I was just very aware that Peter and I were alone all of a sudden. Peter took the opportunity to kiss me. As his lips met mine, almost immediately, I felt his hand on my leg, sliding up my thigh under my cocktail dress. No need to think – I quickly parted my legs, encouraging further exploration. I felt his hand slip into my panties and a finger immediately sought my inner folds. I moaned and opened my legs even wider in invitation. I felt a finger slip inside me. Christ! Even his fingers were large – I could feel the thickness against my already slippery walls!
Time seemed to stand still. I slipped the straps of my black cocktail dress from my shoulders and pushed them down, exposing my bare breasts. I wanted Peter to see them, and to kiss them and suck them…
He didn’t leave me waiting long! I felt the hot breath from his mouth on my nipple and moaned again. At the same time, I felt a second finger join its mate in my pussy. Oh God, I was trembling! I could already feel the heat starting to build, my orgasm not far away…
Peter could sense my excitement and raised his lips to my ear.
‘I want you to suck my cock…'
I listened to the words he whispered and my breath caught in my throat. Then I smiled. I sat up, and as Peter’s fingers eased from my pussy I slid down onto my knees and turned around so I was kneeling between his legs.
As I turned, I became aware that Jason and Charlotte had returned. Peripherally, I could see them on the other sofa. Jason was sucking Charlotte’s fingers. My God – Jason would have seen me with my tits out and Peter’s hand in my knickers! My insides did a little flip flop guilt trip before I understood that we had been seen and – nothing! Nothing at all! I glanced quickly across the room. Jason looked busy with Charlotte. That was alright – it looked like she was in charge of the situation. I had a green light!
Grinning to myself, and feeling very wanton, I quickly undid Peter’s belt. I tugged on his trousers and boxers as Peter raised his bottom, and pulled them down, exposing his manhood.
Oh my – I was stuck for words! It was magnificent! There was no other way to describe it. Semi-erect and uncircumcised it already had a girth that I didn’t think I would be able to get my fingers around. I gazed at it in awe! Tentatively I, leaned forward and kissed the gorgeous tip of Peter’s huge cock, the scent of his masculinity washing over me as my lips made contact. Christ, my knickers were wet! I raised my eyes and saw Peter looking down at me with a satisfied smile.
I opened my mouth and tried to slip my lips over the head of his cock and could only just manage it. With one hand, I cupped his heavy ball sac, and with the other I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to stroke him. I felt Peter’s hand caressing the back of my head in encouragement. I slid a little more of him into my mouth and started to slide my lips up and down. I was never going to get it all in, but I wanted to see how much I could manage!
Kneeling between Peter’s legs like that, bobbing up and down on his cock, had me thinking wicked thoughts. My knickers must surely be reaching saturation point! I couldn’t get over how naughty I was feeling with this monster in my mouth. I felt like a real slut! Especially with my husband only a few feet away! I hadn’t sucked his cock in ages – for at least a year certainly – possibly two? I knew he liked it, but, somehow, I just didn’t do it for him. I didn’t know why.
When I glanced up, I could see Charlotte leaning over Peter, kissing him on the mouth. They had been whispering to each other whilst I sucked Peter. Somehow, that thought turned me on even more...
After they broke apart, Peter leaned down and quietly suggested that we go into the bedroom and continue there. I looked him briefly in the eyes and then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss of my own, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth in reply.
Then we stood up, rearranged ourselves and, with lust and excitement raging through me, we walked towards the bedroom.
After opening the door, I looked back at my husband, now looking faintly ridiculous with a pair of panties on his head and his trousers round his ankles. Charlotte clearly had him sorted out. I smiled provocatively at him, and then stepped into the bedroom with Peter.
After closing the door behind him, we kissed deeply again, Peter’s hand once more in my panties, quickly seeking me out, playing with me. I moaned into his mouth as I literally started to feel weak at the knees…
He knelt in front of me and pulled my panties down, past my knees to my ankles. I stepped out of them. Peter leaned forward and kissed my hairy mound, murmuring how sexy he found me.
I felt myself flustered, blushing like a schoolgirl and pleased at his words. I was neither as slim, nor as young as his nubile girlfriend, but I wasn’t about to argue with him. I grabbed the back of his head as his tongue sought out, and found my clit. My mouth opened and I tried to suck in air as he manipulated me with his tongue, driving me insensible.
Breathless moments passed, and then I heard his voice breaking through the waves pulsing through my insides.
‘I want to fuck you, Sam – would you like me to fuck you?’
‘Oh, God yes!’ I could hardly get the words out fast enough. ‘Please, please fuck me Peter! I want you to fuck me! I want your big cock inside me! Now!’
He smiled up at me.
‘With pleasure! How do you want it, you naughty girl?’
In answer, I yanked off my dress, clambered onto the bed on my hands and knees and presented my bottom to him. This was how I wanted him! I looked seductively back over my shoulder at him, fluttering my eyelashes.
‘Fuck me like this!’ I whispered. God, I wanted him in me so bad!
‘Should I wear a condom?’ he teased.
I hesitated. I wasn’t on the pill as Jason had, many years ago, had a vasectomy.
‘N – no! I want to feel you cum inside me, Peter! I don’t want you to wear a condom. I don’t care about that!’
‘Sure?’
‘Yes! I’m a naughty slut, Peter, and I want you to fuck me like one and fill me up with your spunk!
Christ! Where did that come from?
‘Very well, slut!’
Peter got onto the bed behind me. I could feel him stroking my thighs. Then I could feel him at the entrance to my oh, so willing cunt. I was momentarily a bit frightened by his size, but I thought I would be able to accommodate him. My breathing intensified, however, as he started to push his cock into me. Ahhh – OMG, he was stretching me! I’d never felt anything like this before!
He was being gentle though. Slow and steady, waiting, pulling out a bit, before slowly pushing in again. More of him was going in each time, still stretching me, but, ohhh, how filling and tight it was! It was touching places that had never been touched. I reached back for my clit, but Peter told me not to…
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As I watched my husband’s head moving up and down between Peter’s legs, it was clear that Peter and Charlotte, as a couple, were leading us down a path of domination and sexual submission. They were turning us into their own, personal, sluts. And though I had never experienced anything like this before, I found myself relishing the submission, the humiliation giving way to a feeling of contentment, of wanting to be their sexual slaves…
Charlotte looked down at me from her position of dominance, a superior smile on her face.
‘Peter’s giving Jason the same thing I’m giving you,’ she said mischievously, ‘an opportunity to demonstrate your devotion! I hope you’re enjoying it, slut! I am…’
And with that, she lowered herself back onto my face.
I willingly pushed my tongue back into her musky folds, tasting, licking and kissing Charlotte’s sweet honey pot once more, increasingly bewitched by her enchanting sexuality and natural dominance.
Her breathing started to intensify and she started to moan gently. Charlotte started to ride my face, rocking backwards and forwards, her sexy cunt moving up and down over my nose and mouth. I could feel a growing desire to make her cum whilst riding my face, but then she started massaging my tits, pulling hard on my nipples and pinching them. I gasped in shock, my legs opening at once in response, inviting her, wanting her to play with me, pleasure me.
But she wasn’t going to give me what I wanted. Taking back the initiative, she shifted her legs forward and sat fully upright, refusing my invitation and, at the same time, taking her delectable pussy away from my mouth, denying me that pleasure.
Instead, her tight buttocks were now directly above my face, and her little anal opening was within an inch of my mouth. I drew in a sharp breath, shocked by this sudden, unexpected intimacy with her most private and secret place. Instinctively, I knew what she wanted! Knew what she was demanding of me.
My heart started beating faster. Previously I would never have dreamed of doing this. Jason, I knew, had always been keen to lick my own private place - but such an act had never appealed to me – either giving or receiving! Yet now that Charlotte was above me, her sexy arse hovering over my face, I desperately wanted to please her. I wanted to give this hot, dominant young Goddess everything and anything she wanted!
I took a tentative, exploratory lick at her tart, puckered little hole, surrounded by its fine, little ginger hairs…
Instantly, I could feel my lust taking over. The texture and taste of her, the intimacy of what I was doing, the sheer naughtiness – all of a sudden, I was overcome with lust for the forbidden. Especially with this gorgeous young woman! I moaned, and started to lick more assertively around her hole. Then, wanting more, I pushed my tongue right against the centre of her, trying to get inside, wanting the intimacy, wanting the feel and the taste, wanting to show her I would willingly do whatever she demanded. I could feel my tongue slowly penetrate, pushing against her sphincter.
I heard Charlotte inhale sharply, and then gasp out again. I had my tongue firmly in her arse now, and felt absurdly pleased with myself. I started to push in and out, wiggling my tongue experimentally. I grabbed Charlotte’s hips and pulled her down as I started to thrust my tongue in and out of her.
Charlotte squealed. I felt her lean round slightly and her hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me even deeper into her as she deliberately settled her weight onto me, owning me totally. Her small, tight buttocks now enveloped my face completely. She was rubbing herself with her other hand, masturbating furiously, and I could feel her start to climax as I tongue-fucked her arse.
Charlotte was bucking and thrashing around, coming on my face as I’d wanted – though not with her pussy as I’d initially hoped! Still keeping her firmly anchored with my hands gripping her hips, I felt a sense of delightful naughtiness that she’d cum like this instead.
As Charlotte finally finished, she twisted round, and pulled her bottom away from my face. She looked down at me, breathing heavily. Her eyes shone with excitement and wickedness.
‘Sam, you are a very, very, bad girl!’ she exclaimed. ‘That was very naughty indeed! Don’t look so pleased with yourself, you dirty slut! I’m going to have to spank you hard for that! Turn over and spread your legs, tart!’
I complied with alacrity, scrambling onto my tummy and spreading my legs wide apart, offering up my ample bottom and hairy cunt to Charlotte. I relished the feeling of vulnerability as Charlotte slid off the bed and, wasting no time, immediately started to spank me with her hand. Not, as she promised, particularly hard, but with a definite, constant rhythm, alternating cheeks. I pushed my bottom up to meet her hand, encouraging her. As she spanked me, she spoke;
‘You’re enjoying this aren’t you, slut!’
‘Mm – yes, Charlotte!’ I managed to get out. I was. I was definitely enjoying it. The heat was building in my bottom nicely! I was getting a sexy spanking! My reward, perhaps?
‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it, slut? I could see it in your eyes when you were watching your husband get spanked!’
‘Mmm - yes – yes, I wanted it!’
‘What is it you wanted, Sam? Tell me!’
The flurry of spanks intensified.
‘Ahh – I – I wanted to be spanked!’
‘Good. Shall I spank you harder, slut?’
‘Ohhh – yes!’ I moaned.
Instead, Charlotte stopped spanking me, and slipped two fingers into my exposed, sodden pussy.
Oh. My. God.
She started to stroke me from the depths of my pussy down to my clit, then back to my pussy. Then up to my arsehole, running her fingers gently over my anus. Then back to my pussy…
‘Ask me nicely, then, slut!’
Fingers on my clit again, the briefest of strokes…
‘Ohh – please, Charlotte – please spank me harder!’
Fingers back in my pussy, frigging me.
‘Call me Mistress, slut!’
Fingers now on my arsehole, rubbing circles…
‘Please, Mistress – please spank me harder!’ I couldn’t take much more of this!
Two well-lubricated fingers slipped into my arse. Straight in, all the way to the knuckle, so wet was everything! My eyes widened and I breathed in sharply. God, I was going to start hyperventilating!
‘I have a hairbrush and a riding crop, both to hand, slut. Which do you want me to use on your naughty bottom?’
I was finding it hard to construct a coherent thought, never mind answer all these questions! Charlotte’s fingers were slowly fucking my arsehole, driving parts of me I didn’t know I had insane with pleasure!
‘Hairbrush or crop, slut? Answer me!
‘I c – can’t decide, Mistress! B- both? P – please!’ I managed to get out, begging pathetically, totally carried away.
Charlotte withdrew her fingers from my bottom. ‘Interesting choice,’ she said quietly, ‘that big arse of yours is about to get everything it deserves!’
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