Lady In The House Part VII
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Who are we really? Odds are, you have no idea. I know I didn't. None of us really do until we're stripped of our societal norms where we are our most raw and unvarnished. I wasn't the real 'me' when I graduated college, worked in an office, or married Mark. I was the real me when I swallowed fifty-one loads of cum in twelve hours, and have been the most real here in Chicago. Whether intended or not, it's my path to guide people to their true self. I induce passion and lust, then goad them a little until they've embraced it fully. People just need permission.
It was after midnight when I finally got the call I'd been waiting for from Domina. I was standing naked on the balcony in the moonlight with a warm breeze gliding over my breasts. "We did it! We had sex in your bed on your anniversary three times. You were right - he reloads quickly and wants a woman in charge! His heart melted when I told him I loved him as he came."
I smiled. "Good for you, Athena. Keep it up the next few days."
"Believe me, I plan to. You didn't tell me his cock was this amazing! FUCK he's hard!" She said enthusiatically.
I shrugged. "Well, I haven't fucked him in years so I'll take your word for it."
"Did you take care of the mother and son I sent you, whore?" She asked curiously,
I chuckled. "Oh yes, I took care of them alright. It wasn't even that hard. They wanted each other, they just needed to be guided there, and it's all on film."
"I figured it would be. They said they wanted that. Speaking of film, I showed Mark all the video you've shot so far. I felt he needed to prepare himself for when I expose you. He wont be shocked like the rest of the world, and he can start drawing up better divorce papers right now."
I stopped pacing on the balcony and looked out over the city naked, hoping someone was looking. "You showed him all of it?"
"Yes, all the way back to the book store. To be honest, I think he was getting turned on. He was furious at the start but towards the end, he was getting hard. The moment when I make all this public across all social media platforms will be delicious. You're going to lose everything!"
I paused for a moment. "Did you show him the contract?" I asked with hesitation.
"Yes. He couldn't understand why you were throwing it all away. I explained that you're just a fucking whore. It's that simple. I told him I'm drawing this out to make sure there's no way back - only then will I expose you and sell the contract to the highest bidder."
"And when will that be, Domina?" I asked with my vibrating buddy working towards an orgasm on me. I decided to let it take me here on the balcony. Well, it wasn't just the vibrator, the thought of being exposed - and all of this becoming 'real' was also getting me nice and wet.
"When I'm sure Mark is mine, Freya. When I'm pregnant, he's divorced and I'm living here. When I've taken your place. Until then your cunt is mine. Just keep doing what you're doing, whore. Keep building material. In case you didn't know, you're not the only one that wants material built on them - that mother and son for example. They wanted to be put in a position of her being his sex slave, and wanted me to expose them if they ever went back from that moment...that way it keeps them on the path of truth."
"And everyone is like that, Domina?" I asked a little puzzled.
"Yes. I have signed waivers on everyone you meet. This isn't just about you whore - it's about getting Mark and I together. It's about getting material on a lot of others that are desperate to be exposed. Trust me, I will burn down your pathetic life. I do it to a lot of people and have for years. It's how I paid my way through college. It's why I have businesses that are just fronts for organized crime - like that book store. The catch is, everyone has to volunteer."
"So everyone you're blackmailing wants to be blackmailed or exposed!?" I asked.
"Yes. That's why I want your cameras left on moving forward. Everyone consents. I also don't sell people - I sell contracts. If I sell them oveseas, the person has to waive their citizenship first. If they do it in a country where slavery is legal, they become a real slave."
After hanging up the phone I turned on the cameras with my vibrating buddy working hard.
In walked a man slightly under six feel tall. Pale white skin, gray walrus mustache, white cowboy hat, long sleeved plaid shirt, brand new denim blue jeans and polished black cowboy boots. One look at him and I came all over my vibrator, so much so that I gripped onto the counter in the kitchen, closed my legs, bent my knees and screamed, "OH! GOD!" and slapped the counter with my open hands.
Five minutes later after the waves fully subsided, I looked at him and struggled for words.
Walking over to him dripping wet, I started to rub his cock through his jeans. Slowly. I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, and moved his right hand to my left hip. "So, what brings you here tonight?"
He had a man's voice. Deep. Rough. Like words were being dragged over gravel. "I was told there was a slut up here that didn't say no." He replied moving his other hand to my shoulder.
Sliding my hand inside of his fly and stroking his cock I answered, "That's true. So now what?"
His cock was soft and smaller than average. He hesitated on his answer so I knew he was a submissive, and took the lead.
"Your cock is pathetically tiny. I want you to go to the bedroom, put on a dress - then come back I don't know if your cock is worth my effort."
He returned in a few minutes wearing one of my blue dresses.
While he was away, I chose an average sized five inch strap on for him. I pointed to the floor and he knelt.
"Do you want to suck my cock?" I asked teasing him.
He nodded and smiled up at me. This was about control. He's a man of power in his real life, and needed to surrender. I put just the tip in his mouth, then put my hands on his head. "You may stroke, but don't cum."
He nodded. "Now, cradle it with your tongue." I said gently and placing my hands on either side of his head.
I pushed in slowly as he ran his right hand under his dress and started to stroke himself. He didn't gag when I hit the back of his throat. "This isn't your first time, slut."
He shook his head as his cock became semi-erect. I started working in and out of his mouth and throat more deeply but still slowly. I didn't want to overwhelm him. I looked down at him. "Very good, slut...nice and easy. Enjoy every inch of it."
Gradually I picked up the pace a little but still went deep on each thrust because I know he needed that feeling in his mouth - I understood, having once blew 51 men in an adult book store in 12 hours. After half an hour, and only when I knew his jaws were aching, did I give him a break.
I pulled from his mouth and said, "Now turn around. I'm going to fuck you,"
The look of horror on his face told me this was his first time taking anal. Still, I knew it was what he wanted. "Your other option is to get dressed and go home."
Briefly he looked at the cameras then turned around to face away from me. I put my hands on his ass and lined up the strap on with his ass. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Trust me and do as I tell you. I need you to exhale a deep breath as I push in and don't stop until I'm all the way in."
After he nodded I said, "Here we go." and pushed in slowly. His body tensed up - a natural reaction but the opposite one needed. "Breathe, slut. Exhale. Relax."
When I hit the top of the push I said. "Very good. Now inhale as I pull out. You ready?" I asked looking down at him. He nodded so I started to pull out and stopped when I got to the tip. "Now, that's the pattern - breathe out when I push, and in when I pull.. Got it?"
As he nodded I picked up the pace a little. "You poor man, you've fucked about a hundred women when what you really wanted was to be fucked."
I leaned down, reached under him and stroked his cock. "Most men that like this desperately want their wives to fuck other men. Does that thought get you hard?"
He quickly glanced around at me and I saw two things in his eyes: He'd never considered it, but he was intoxicated by it.
I timed my thrusts into him as my hand stroked his cock. He grabbed ahold of the red leather chair that was quickly becoming the center of my sexcapades. He gripped it hard, stretching the material but kept to the breathing pattern.
Leaning down a little I whispered, "Cum and I stop fucking you".
With the word of warning out of the way, I wanted him to feel what a woman feels so I picked up speed and force but still went deep on each stroke. The redness in his face and the way he was gripping that chair told me he was in a lot of pain - but so are women during sex sometimes.
He was throbbing hard in my hand so I slowed the pace at which I stroked and fucked him. "Take a breath, girl. Slow it down. You're OK...I got you."
"The thought of your wife having sex with another man gets your cock hard." I asked trying to take the edge of me stroking and fucking him a little. "Do you have anyone you want to see fuck her?"
He nodded. "Yes, my friend Daryn. I've known him since the navy."
"Go on..." I said leadingly while attempting to time his orgasm for when I wanted it. "Does he have a big cock? Do you want to suck him after he's had your wife? Or eat his cum out of her?"
He looked back at me as if I'd found gold. "Yes!" He screamed. "He's 8 inches at least and I'd love to suck his cock after he's had my wife - beg her to let me eat his cum out of her!"
Nodding at him I continued. I had him right where I wanted him and I was going to guide him right where he was dying to go. "Are you going to tell her when you get home, slut? Really beg her to do it?"
I gripped his cock harder, no longer letting the skin of his dick slide through my hands freely. This was about taking control of the moment. Leading him over the edge.
He shook his head. "No...I....I can't!"
Leaning down I layed my breasts fully on his back. "You can" I beganTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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