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(c) 2002 Couture
So Dirty
By Couture
It had started innocently enough. I had always fantasized
about my wife taking more control in bed, and when she
asked if she could tie me up, I jumped at the chance. She
got some of my old ties out of the closet and tied me
spread-eagled to the bed. Then instead of mounting me, she
blindfolded me. That was okay, not what I expected, but a
nice touch. At last my wish was granted, but it seemed like
I had forgotten something. Something fairly important.
Like I said, I had always fantasized about my wife taking
control. I just never imagined she would be so good at it.
She teased me relentlessly, sucking me to hardness and then
sliding her juicy sex over my chest and back to my mouth
for me to service her, all the while pinching my nipples or
slapping my cock against my stomach.
"Please Mistress, I need to cum. I need it really bad." I
wasn't sure when I had started calling her Mistress during
the night's games, but it seemed much easier now that I had
started.
"Mmmmm... Is Her horny? Does Her want to be fucked?"
I didn't even have time to wonder about her change in tone
or in what she called me, for there was an intrusion where
there ought not have been one. She was worming a lubricated
finger into my tightly clenched arse, something no one had
ever done before.
"No - uh - huh," I grunted, trying to stop her, but it was
too late.
She pushed the probing digit home and then began pushing it
in and out of my arsehole. The more she did it, the more I
realized it wasn't as bad as I first thought. I felt full
and on every outstroke it felt dangerously like I was using
the bathroom, but once I got over that, it actually felt
kind of nice. Hell, who was I kidding, it felt really
damned good.
"Her likes it doesn't she?" my wife asked.
I was hard to admit, but I nodded my head. "Yes..."
She withdrew her fingers. I prayed she would do it again
and masturbate me at the same time. But instead, I heard
her squeeze out some more lube and tease the entrance to my
arse again.
"Does Her want two fingers in her ass?" she asked.
I had never heard my wife talk dirty before. Except for the
few times she was close to orgasm and would tell me to fuck
her cunt. Even then, she would hesitate, as if she were
scared to be saying such a naughty word. This new attitude
of hers was totally unexpected. After years of being the
adventurous one, it was a big change to suddenly be the one
whose boundaries were being pushed. It was erotic, yes, but
it was also scary.
"Yes," I answered.
"Say, yes Her does, Mistress."
Why did she keep calling me Her? It must be some sort of
role-play. It was scary and discomforting, but not so much
as to quell my need for release.
"Yes, Her does, Mistress," I said.
She pushed her fingers into me. Before I felt full and it
was a little weird, but this time, it was like I was being
stretched... widened. And when she started to fuck me, I
could hear the wet sounds of her lubricated fingers
entering me. It made me feel a little dirty. I knew somehow
that I had given up something more than my anal virginity,
but the feeling of control I had when I was with her.
I tried my best to stop my body from reacting, tried to
stop the grunts and moans that wanted to come out of my
mouth, tried to stop the thrusting of my hips and the
widening of my legs, but it was useless.
"Such a slut. Her loves it, doesn't her? Her loves being
fucked in her arse. Her loves being *used*."
"Yes," I admitted, not able to stop myself from getting
into it, accepting the role, and opening myself to her
fingers. Before long, I was pushing back against her. "Her
loves it. Her wants to cum," I begged.
My wife held her fingers still and I continued to move
against her as best I could despite my bonds. I knew what I
was doing. I was admitting that I wanted it. That she
wasn't forcing me. And I didn't care.
"Her loves it. My slut loves it in her dirty ass, doesn't
Her?"
"Yes, Her does."
She felt of my cock. "Her is so hard. Her is such a slut
for loving this. I bet Her wants to cum very bad."
"Mmmm-" I moaned. "Her wants to cum really bad."
"But would Her do anything to cum, hmmmm?" she asked.
"ANYTHING!" I moaned.
"Anything?" she asked. "Is Her sure?"
"Yes," I was almost breathless. "Her is very sure."
"Would Her let Mistress's lover fuck her? Would Her let us
to it right here with Her in the room?"
Whoa, that was pretty confusing. I was my wife's lover,
wasn't I? And the house was empty, wasn't it? A game... it
had to be.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
She got up from the bed, leaving the room and me still
wanting. I heard the muffled sound of talking. There
couldn't be anyone else. I was sure the house was empty.
But if it was empty, then who was she talking to? I wished
I wasn't blindfolded.
The room suddenly became very cold and the game didn't feel
so much like a game anymore. My helplessness and the
situation I was in finally struck home.
The door opened and I did my best to close my legs in an
attempt to protect whatever modesty I had left.
"Here she is," my wife said. "The one I told you about. The
slut that likes to get arse fucked."
It dawned on me what I had forgotten earlier - a safe word.
I didn't have one. My wife had mentioned fucking her lover,
but from the things she was saying, I could be the one
getting fucked.
I broke. Even if it was a game, it had gotten too intense.
I tugged at my bonds. "Honey," I implored her. I couldn't
breathe. Tears flowed and were absorbed by the tie covering
my eyes.
"Shhhh," she said, stroking me, reassuring me. "Is Her
scared?"
"Yes," I admitted. I could breathe a little easier, but I
was still shivering.
Thankfully, my wife removed my blindfold. I looked around
the room. There was no one else there.
"Better?" she asked.
"Yes," I sighed in relief.
"Good," she said, as she got on the bed and straddled my
face. But her sex was out of my reach. She spread the moist
lips of her sex and slipped a finger inside, fucking
herself, taunting me, teasing me, asking me how bad Her
wanted it. Then she held her sex open and lowered herself
to my waiting mouth.
However, when I tried to kiss her and give her pleasure,
she pulled away, giggling.
"See," she said to no one in particular. "I told you she
was a slut. My own little Pussy slave."
She pushed a wet finger in my mouth. It was soaked with her
flavour. I sucked it clean as she pushed it in and out my
lips.
"Yes, Her is *my* pussy slave, isn't she?" she asked me, as
if talking to a baby.
"I am- I mean Her is your pussy slave, Mistress," I
answered.
"Her is turning her Mistress on and Her is making Mistress
want her lover's big fat cock."
My wife reached back. I was expecting to feel her hand wrap
around my cock and masturbate me while I pleasured her, but
instead when her hand returned, it held something I never
knew she had - a dildo!
And not just any dildo either. It was large. Much larger
than my cock and it was black. She kissed it, then rubbed
it between her breasts, and finally slid it back and forth
between the lips of her sex.
"God, I can't wait to feel your big fat cock in my pussy,"
she said, then put the dildo to my lips. "Suck my lover's
cock slut. Make him hard for your Mistress."
I looked up at my wife's eyes, half expecting to see a
smirk. A smirk that would have killed me, but it wasn't
there. Instead her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.
I opened my lips and took it in, tasting latex and the musk
of her sex. She pumped it in and out of my mouth for a few
minutes and over my lips while I kissed it.
"Her is Mistress's cock slut too, isn't she?"
I couldn't answer, but the dildo in my mouth spoke volumes.
"He's ready now, don't be greedy little slut." she said,
taking it from my mouth. "I'm going to let Her loose now.
Is Her going to be a good little pussy slave for her
Mistress?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered, as she undid my bonds.
"Just remember that THAT," she said, pointing at my cock,
"Belongs to me."
When I was free, she moved me to the middle of the bed,
still on my back. Once there, she mounted my face and then
reaching behind herself, and pushed the dildo into her sex.
"Oh God," she gasped, as she pushed it home. "What a cock.
Ugh - ugh - so goddamn big."
I felt momentarily jealous - yes, jealous over an inanimate
object. From my vantage, I could see that it was stretching
her and filling her in a way I never could. I tried not to
let it bother me as I attacked her clit with my tongue with
renewed enthusiasm.
"See," she said, talking to her imaginary lover. "See, I
told you the little slut wanted to watch while you fucked
me. Oh love, your cock is so big and feels so good. You're
gonna make me cum - gonna make me cum all over her face."
She cried out in pleasure and her body tightened. She
pressed her sex against my mouth with crushing force, as
she ground against me.
"Fuck - fuck - fuck - fuck."
She pulled the dildo from her sex, and covered my mouth
with the opening of her sex. "Taste my cum - drink it," she
ordered.
While I drank from her well, she pumped my cock. As I
bucked my hips in response, I felt the dildo pressing
against my arse.
"Spread your legs slut. Give yourself to my lover," my wife
demanded.
I wasn't ready for this and it was going too far.
"Do it slut," she said. Her voice brooked no disobedience.
I spread my legs. Not only was I being called a slut, I
felt like one as well. She pushed the dildo against my
arsehole, trying to force it in. It wouldn't go. I tried to
relax. I tried to bear it, but it was just too damn big and
hurt too damned much. I yelped each time she pushed.
"He's too big for Her, isn't he?" she asked
sympathetically. "He's too big a man for Her dirty little
arse."
I nodded, relieved. My arsehole still burned.
"Say it!" she demanded.
When I wanted my wife to take control, I didn't plan on
this. She was supposed to tie me up and then do what I
wanted her to do. Instead, she was making me do what *she*
wanted to do and say what *she* wanted me to say.
"He's - he's too big,"
God it was difficult to say. I almost had rather fucked it
than admit this, but I knew there was no way I could take
it.
"He's too big for my dirty ass."
Thankfully, she put the dildo down and pushed her fingers
against my puckered hole. They slipped in easily. I groaned
in response.
"But Her likes Mistress's fingers, doesn't she? Her needs
to spread Her legs more and hold them out of Mistress's
way."
"Yes, Her likes that much better." I did as she said,
placing my hands behind my knees and pulling my legs to my
chest.
"More," she said. "Give it up to me."
I pulled back harder. My arse left the bed. I could easily
watch as she pumped my cock with one hand and buggered my
arse with the other.
"Oh yes, that's it. Give it up to me." She looked down at
me as if she owned me. "It's all mine, isn't it?"
"Ugh - yes," I grunted.
"Does Her feel like a slut?" she asked. "Does Her feel like
*my* slut?"
I did feel like a slut. No self-respecting man would be in
the position I was in. Worse, I loved it. "Yes," I grunted
in response. Was it my imagination or was my voice higher
pitched.
"Yes, Her looks like a slut and Her even sounds like a
slut. How could Her not feel like a slut?" she said, and I
moaned in response. "You want it don't you slut. Her is
gonna give me all Her cum, isn't she? Oh yes, Her wants to
cum so bad, but what would Her do to cum?" She said,
letting go of my cock and rolling my swollen balls in her
hand, while continuing to probe my arsehole.
"Anything," I answered and meant it. My balls felt like
they would burst.
"Would Her drink her Mistress's lover's cum? Would Her
clean his dirty cock?"
"Yes! Please - anything, please just let me cum."
"Then moan for me slut."
"Ugh, oh yes!" I cried in response.
She held my cock at the base and blew against the
underside, teasing me. "Slut's don't moan like that do
they? And Her did say she was my slut, didn't she?"
"Yes. Yes ... Her is ... your slut," I answered and was
rewarded with a tiny kiss on the head of my cock. I steeled
myself inside.
Could I really do this? What would my wife think of me when
I did? What would our relationship be like later?
I couldn't help it. "Mmmmmm-" I moaned softly. It wasn't a
masculine moan. It was a long ways from it. It was the
mewling moan of a woman. The kind I had heard, not from my
wife, but from watching sex tapes.
She rewarded me by sucking the head of my cock in her mouth
and then popping it back out. "That's better, but Her can
do better than that, can't she?"
I could feel the cum boiling inside me. "Mmmmm ?
uuhhhhh..." I groaned louder.
She pulled her mouth from my cock with a smack. "Yes,
that's it. That's the kind of sound a slut makes. That's
the kind of sound Mistress wants to hear, but Mistress
wants more before she lets her slave cum. She wants the
whole package."
The whole package? What did she want? It was so difficult
to think. My body was on fire. I was desperate to cum. I
thought back to some of the porno tapes I used to watch.
Which girl was the best? Which did I think was the biggest
slut? What did she do?
I remembered the tape and I remembered the girl, a skinny
blonde. She looked like she was being killed as she was
fucked, but she gave as good as she got. She spread her
legs and pulled them back with every thrust. She bit her
lip, she played with her nipples, she sucked her finger.
She talked dirty. She was a squealer.
But, dear Lord, could I do that? Was I even sure it was
what my Mistress - I mean my wife wanted? I prayed it was.
"Mmmmmm - fuck me. Give it to me hard."
I pulled my legs back, giving myself to her, and bit my
lower lip. I hoped it was what she wanted. If it wasn't I
just made the biggest fool of myself.
I felt her add another finger to the two she already
buggering my arsehole with and she sucked my cock back in
her mouth. It *was* what she wanted.
And I discovered I give it to her. It was easy once I
started. I pinched my nipples. I bit my lip. I pushed
myself on her fingers. I talked dirty.
Oh God, I hate to admit it, but I even squealed.
She pumped her mouth up and down my cock in short strokes
that kept in time with the fingers pumping my arse. Up and
down, in and out, with me crying on each thrust.
"Ugh - Ugh - Ugh - Oh God ? mmmmmmmmmm - cummmminggg!" I
squealed.
My balls spasmed, pumping out hot cum, and my cries were
smothered by her sex, as she lowered herself on me once
more. It felt like my very soul was escaping in powerful
bursts from my dick and it all being sucked into the vacuum
of her mouth. When it was over, I was weakened, dazed, and
lay strewn out over the bed like a wrinkled sheet.
She moved up my body and straddled me, kneeling over me,
and trapping my arms beneath her knees. She smiled, her
eyes gleamed with power and lust. My cum gleamed from
between her lips against the smeared red of her lipstick.
She picked up the dildo and placed it beneath her mouth.
Her smile turned wicked as her lips pursed and my cum
leaked from her mouth in a long strand, landing on the
black cock and running down its length.
"Suck it baby. Let my lover cum in your mouth."
I didn't want to do it. I probably would have been eager a
few moments ago, even when I said I would. But now I was no
longer turned on. I was satisfied and the game should be
over. I didn't want to play anymore.
"Her promised, didn't she?"
My semen was already pulling away from the head of the
cock, forming a long strand toward my lips. It was going to
hit me anyway wasn't it? Then what would I look like with
cum all over my face?
I opened my mouth. The string of semen entered.
"Yes..." my wife hissed, her eyes on fire. "Yes, that's it.
Let my lover cum in your mouth... but don't swallow - not
yet."
My wife pushed the cock between my lips. I could taste the
bitter flavour of my semen against the latex flavour of the
cock. It wasn't the first time I had ever tasted it. But
having a mouthful of semen sticking between my teeth and
coating the rubber dildo was a far cry from accidentally
tasting my spendings from my wife's lips after I received a
blowjob.
My wife's hand went to her crotch, fingers spun about her
clit. "God, you are so hot, my little pussy slave!" she
groaned. "So dirty. Little slut."
She pumped the dildo in and out my mouth. "You're gonna
make me cum again," she gasped, pulling the dildo from my
mouth and casting it aside. "Open your mouth. Open it
Cumslut and let me see it - let me see my lover's cum."
I opened my mouth and rolled the semen around on my tongue.
My wife stiffened, her pelvis pumped as she orgasmed. She
clutched me with her arms and legs, holding me tightly. She
kissed me hungrily and we passed my semen back and forth,
swapping it.
She collapsed on top of me and didn't move. I couldn't
either. Our two bodies tangled together like some sort of
sweaty jigsaw puzzle. I was exhausted and I ached. But it
was a good ache.
I wondered about what had happened and how this would
affect our relationship. It was awesome; I had never cum
like that before in my life. I wondered what if it had been
a real lover. Would I still have enjoyed it? I wondered if
she would want to do it again. I was wondering about a lot
of things.
My wife pulled her head from my chest. "Wow," she said.
It was the understatement of the year, but I felt a lot
surer of myself.
"Wow is right." I answered.
She smiled, not a wicked smile like before, but slightly
playful and if it wasn't my imagination, maybe a little
bashful as well.
"Do you think that maybe next time we can see if my lover
has a friend he can bring along, maybe someone who is a
teensy bit smaller for you."
It was amazing how she could say things that could mean any
number of things. But whatever she meant, I knew the
answer. "That would be nice," I answered.
"Mmmmm..." she kissed me again. "So dirty."
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