Whos the Boss
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Who’s The Boss? (Part 1 Of 2) free porn video
If anybody would've bet me earlier today that, by the time the sun was going down, I'd be dressed as a high-end escort, completely shaved bald from the neck down and wearing something called a male chastity cage on my pecker, I would've bet my house against it. Yet here I am, looking like a hooker on steroids and smelling like I've just bathed in Victoria's Secret Pink With A Splash. Now I couldn't tell you what that splash was with, only that I've been splashed. If anyone in their right mind got a glance of me right now, no way in hell would they believe that only a few short hours ago I was sitting on my couch in my lucky Cubs jersey getting ready to watch the ballgame. Hopefully, my jersey brought the Cubbies some luck tonight cuz God knows it sure didn't provide me with any. Let me tell you how it all started.
I had just finished having dinner and was waiting for the Cubs game to come on the TV when my wife calls me from the other room.
“Hey Hon!”
“Yeah?!”
“Will you run by the neighbors to find out if they’re keeping the kiddos for us tonight? Jan’s not texting me back.”
“Why, we got something going on you haven’t told me about yet?”
“Hmmm may-be”, my wife Sam replies playfully, “It depends. First, find out if the kids have a place to stay for the night, and then I’ll consider telling you about it. I know how hard it is for you to get an idea out of your head once it’s put there soo...if you want to know, be a good little hubby and go find out. Okay?”
“Uh, I guess so”, I answer back wondering what she has cooking up, “But I want to know what’s going on either way when I get back.”
“Take your time, I ain’t going anywhere. Oh and, Hon, you know what?”
“Yeah, I know, but when are you going to finally accept the fact that I love YOU more.”
I shut off the TV, throw on my flip-flops and head out the door. Five minutes later, as I’m walking up our neighbor's driveway, I hear a gaggle of small children engaged in a heated game of Marco Polo. Ah, to be young I can’t help but think. As I turn the corner towards their front door, I see our neighbor Jan already standing in the front archway holding what looks like an overstuffed purse. What happens next totally threw me for a loop.
“What are you trying to make a break for it or something?” I ask jokingly, “I wouldn’t blame you if you were, it sounds like you’ve got half the neighborhood in your backyard.”
“Yeah, whatever sadist said that bullshit about ‘the more the merrier’ should’ve been executed onsite. That fucktard obviously didn’t have any children of their own. Anyways, your wife gave me a heads-up you were on your way and told me to give this back to you,” Jan continues while trying to hand me a bag that I have never seen before in my life, “Here, Bill, take it. Said you should read what’s in the envelope there on your way back.”
If it’s true that a look could say a thousand words I could only imagine what my face was saying right about now because I had no idea what the hell she was talking about.
“I’m sorry, but what? An envelope? Wait...what!?” Which most likely would’ve been followed by an infinite amount of “whats” if Jan wasn’t kind enough to jump back in.
“Yep, I’m thinking she may have finally built up the nerve to divorce your sorry ass,” she says playfully while giving me a wink. “Relax, Bill, there’s nothing to worry bout. I’m just giving you a hard time. Looks like your wife has some super-secret plans or something for y’all tonight. I tried snooping but that sexy bitch of yours has got a lock on it. Anyways, the kids will be fine, you guys go and have a good time.”
“Uh, okay, but what in the...oh never mind. Thanks for keeping the kids, Jan. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” I tell her as I start walking away.
“Oh, and, Bill”, Jan says right before disappearing back into her house, “welcome to the club, Sweetheart.”
Now if that wasn’t a little weird I don’t know what is. Did I really just hear Jan call me Sweetheart and welcome me to a club? What kind of dope has she been smoking. Have you ever had one of those moments where you felt like you could be the last sane person on the face of the earth? Well if you have, you know exactly what I’m talking about. As I start out for the short walk back home, I fish out the envelope and start reading.
Dear sweet husband,
Are you curious to find out what’s inside the purse Jan gave you to bring home for me? Oh, I bet you are. Now you better be carrying it over your shoulder the way a purse is meant to be carried. Cuz if I find out, for some reason, you weren’t carrying it like a lady, this new little adventure I have planned for us will end now. I know how eager you are to always please me so I have no doubt that you won’t let me down. Now hurry home, gorgeous. The quicker you get here, the quicker you can start showing me just how dirty of a slut you can really be.
See you soon
XOXO~ Sam
Now I’m not usually a blusher but the warm sensations I feel spreading throughout my face are telling me I am now. Between the strange exchange that took place over at Jan's, the fact that I am walking through my neighborhood carrying a purse that I didn't know I was getting and the kinky letter I just read from my wife, I am starting to feel both a little paranoid and suspect. The last thing I want right now is to be spotted by one of our neighbors. The way they live and breathe for gossip around here I could only imagine what kind of stories would start circulating. “Did I tell you I saw Bill walking around with a purse the other day? Right in our own neighborhood, no less. I’m pretty sure he was wearing blush too. God only knows what he was up to but from the look on his face when I caught him it had to be nothing good.” Or something along those lines. With that thought in mind, I immediately pick up the pace and am quickly back to the safety of my own property in no time. At least, now, if anyone happened to be looking out their window they’d have a hard time identifying anything other than a blur.
As I reach for the doorknob, I begin to hesitate which quickly causes me to pull my hand back. It’s my lifelong companion, anxiety. What are you bothering me here for, I ask? I’m used to you accompanying me as I’m walking out the front door, not back in through it. What’s going on here? I’ve noticed that my anticipation for seeing my wife is causing my heart rate to increase. Wow, that hasn’t happened in a while. I begin to realize that I’m actually a little nervous and intimidated to find out what she has planned for us on the other side of this door. It’s okay to be nervous and excited, I tell myself, but there’s no need to be intimidated. You’ve got this now go seize it! I take a deep breath, close my eyes and push myself through the threshold that separates my sanctuary from the rest of the world. I gently shut the front door behind me and open up my eyes. I don’t know what I was expecting but everything looked the same as it did prior to leaving just fifteen minutes ago. As soon as I start to think the mystery of suspense is going to last a little longer, I hear my wife’s voice ring out, completely electrifying the silence from the room.
“Is that my sexy little bitch I hear down there?”
“What’s that, Hon?” I reply questioningly, not really quite sure how I feel about answering to ‘bitch’.
“I said that better be my sexy little whore down there. I’ve got some needs that only other whores can satisfy and I’m getting a little tired of waiting. Grab us each a brewski from the fridge and get your sexy ass up here, would ya? Oh, and don’t forget the purse you got from over at Jan's. I’ve got some surprises in there to share with you.”
I grab two cold ones from the fridge and reluctantly start making my up the stairs while trying to figure out what’s going on. What am I missing here? First, Sam sends me to the neighbors to check about the kids and before I know it I’m walking back carrying a purse. Then there’s the letter where she calls me a slut. And now I get home where she’s insisting on needing a whore. We’ve discussed role-playing in the past but, for some reason, never seem to follow through with it. But nothing to this extent. Is this what Sam has been scheming up? Should I ask her or just let things play out and see where it leads?
“Hey Hon, what in the world do you have crammed in this bag?” I ask as I enter our dimly lit bedroom and place it on our bed. I crack open one of the beers and hand it to my wife who’s sitting on the love seat next to the side of our bed. I crack open the second beer for myself and offer a cheers. “So, are you going to fill me in now or what?” I ask before taking a much-needed chug from the ice-cold bottle.
“Oh, I’m going to fill you in alright, but you’re going to have to wait until later to find out with what,” she says while standing up, which almost causes me to spit out a mouthful of my beer.
This is the first time I’ve gotten a good look at her since entering our room. For some reason, she’s wearing one of my robes but she looks hot! Her hair is greased back in a tight ponytail style bun and with the dark makeup around her eyes, she reminds me a lot of one of those Robert Palmer’s backup dancers from the 80’s music video Addicted To Love. She starts walking towards our bathroom and when she’s about halfway there she allows the robe to slowly drop to the floor, revealing her scantly covered backside. She precedes to the bathroom and starts running the water in the shower.
“Before we get started, I want you to strip down and wash up. Don’t worry about getting dressed when you’re done either.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply then quickly chug down the last swallow of my beer before heading for the shower.
“You’re bout to find out just how ma’amly I can be. Now hurry your ass up and get in the shower. You’re wasting time and water!”
So with my imagination running rampant, I strip down to the buff, enter the shower and quickly do a thorough scrubbing. As I turn off the water and reach for my towel to dry off, I see my wife standing at the shower door.
“You may not want to do that quite yet,” Sam says, “the razor tends to burn less on wet skin.”
“What do you mean? I shaved this morning.”
“I don’t doubt you did. I’m not talking bout your face, though, I’m talking bout your body. I want to see what it feels like to rub my body against another silky-smooth body. Come on it’ll be fun. I promise!”
“My entire body? I don’t know bout that,” I say, but when I see the disappointment begin to show in my wife’s eyes I can’t resist. “Well, I guess if that’s what you want I’ll give it a try. Will you grab the razor for me?”
“I’ve got you. Just lean back against the wall there, spread your legs out and watch as I do my magic.”
She starts with my chest and underarms, works her way down my pubic region and down both of my legs.
“Okay, just one spot left. Turn around and bend over. Lean down with your arms on the shower bench and try not to move. Don’t want to accidentally nick you.”
“I don’t want you to either. Call me pessimistic but I don’t think going to the ER for stitches on my backside would live up to its hype.”
“Not with that attitude, it won’t. But no worries, I’m pretty much about finished,” she says and slaps me across the ass, “now rinse off one final time so I can rub you down with some aftershave and make sure I didn’t miss any spots.”
After patting myself dry, Sam gently covers my newly acquired sensitive areas with aftershave balm then steps back to admire her work.
“So, how do I look?” I ask while running my hands seductively over my entire body. “As smooth as I feel I hope.”
“Oh, we smooth,” she replies, “we’re definitely smooth.”
She then walks over and clinches my freshly shaved member tightly in her hand, causing me to squeal unexpectedly. With my cock held firmly in her hand, she leads me by it to our bed.
“I have something important I want to ask you,” she says while now slowly stroking what has become a full erection, “how well do you trust me? Don’t answer yet! I want you to actually think about it first. Do you feel you could trust me with your life?”
“Honey I don’t have to think about that. I know I can trust you. I hope you know you can trust me the same. I trust you more than anyone else in the entire world. You are my world. For Christ sakes, honey, you are my goddess!”
“I hope you mean that. Now here, lower your head, I’ve got something for you.” I bow my head while she skillfully fastens a heavy-duty collar around my neck and quickly attaches a six-foot chain leash to one of the many o-rings. “Now move over to the middle of the bed and get comfortable.”
I slide over and begin to get situated as my wife crawls up onto the bed. She slowly inches her way towards me and I close my eyes when I feel her warm breath on my neck. She holds herself there for a short moment longer before gently placing her lips right up against my ear and whispers, “Just so you know, Honey, you are the god of my world, protector of my life, my heart and my soul. I place not only my serenity, wants, desires and needs into your hands daily for protection. But also my very own salvation. Don’t ever forget it!” Then immediately purrs while nibbling on my ear and running her tongue over every crevice of my entire ear.
I moan in pleasure as she sits up taking my hand into her own and lifts it up towards her face. She slides my fingers slowly down her cheeks until I feel the moisture of her mouth on my fingertips. Her mouth opens and I feel her tongue begin to glide seductively up and down one of my fingers.
“Oh my god, honey. What are you doing to me? You’ve got my cock throbbing already!”
“I see that. Better pace yourself, though. We’ve only just started,” she says before opening her mouth and inserting my index finger deep into her mouth. When it hit the back of her throat, she closes her lips around it then slowly starts pulling it out while simultaneously sucking and licking it the entire time. She then proceeds to do this to the rest of the fingers on my left hand while slowly moving towards the side of the bed. With my thumb now in her mouth, I hear the sound of Velcro and feel her clasp something around my wrist.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Don’t worry about it. Just keep your eyes closed. You trust me, right?”
“Yeah. I was just wondering that’s all.”
“Ah...that’s where the trust comes into play sweetheart. Besides, what fun would there be in that?” she replies just as my entire arm is yanked down and restrained tightly against the bed.
“Just making sure you can’t try to escape. One down, one to go.”
She walks over to the other side of the bed, and again right after hearing the sound of Velcro for the second time tonight, my arm is stretched out and tightly fastened down to the bed. She tells me to try lifting up my arms. I do and am able to lift each one about six inches off the bed. She quickly does some adjustments and asks me to try again. This time, I am barely able to move them an inch. Now convinced the restraints are doing what they are supposed to, she crawls on top of the bed and quickly positions herself on top of my face. The soft fabric from her moist panties rubbing against my nose completely fills my nostrils with a sweet and musty aroma driving me insane. I’ve got to get a taste. I part my lips, press my tongue against her panties and start flicking it up and down along the wet crease. I slide my tongue in through the side of her panties and into her warm and silky slit. She moves her panties over to the side and presses her weight down harder onto my face. As my tongue continues to go deeper and faster into her pussy, she abruptly places her outstretched hand against her clit and starts to rub it in tight little circles all the while continuing to grind back and forth on my face. As her moaning starts to increase, I quickly slide my tongue from her pussy and place it directly on her backdoor. Making sure not to penetrate her until I feel she’s been good and teased, I carefully begin to circle the outermost edges of her asshole firmly with the tip of my tongue.
“Jesus Christ! Stop teasing me and eat my goddamn ass already!” Sam utters loudly in frustration while trying unsuccessfully to get my tongue into her ass. She then starts pulling on the leash she has attached to my neck and that forces my face into the crack of her ass. I take this as my cue she’s been teased long enough and extend my tongue outwards as far as it can possibly go. I start pushing my face upwards in a harmonic rhythm to meet with each one of her downward thrust as my tongue begins penetrating her tight little asshole. With each thrust, I feel my tongue going in a little bit deeper as she begins to bounce uncontrollably on my face.
“Oh my fucking god, Bill, don’t stop. Please don’t stop! You’re gonna make me cum all over your fucking face. Yes! Yes! Just like that! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her entire body is still trembling with spasms as she crawls off of my face. “God damn, baby. That was hot! I’m fucking drenched!”
“I know! I don’t know what got into me, wink wink. My plan was just to tease you a bit but I should’ve known you’d find a way to turn the tables. Let me warn you now, though, if you think I’ll allow that to happen again, you’ve got another thing coming. I know you don’t want me to have to remind you who’s running the show here!” she says while putting a water bottle up to my lips. “Here you deserve a drink before we continue.”
I signal her with my eyes after a few swallows that I’ve had enough and she quickly removes the water bottle from my lips. “Thank you,” I say, “I needed that.”
“No problem. Like I said, you deserved that after the orgasm you just gave me. Now take a few moments to catch your breath while I excuse myself to get ready for what’s next. If you were a religious man, I’d tell you now would be a good time to start praying for some help to get you out of this mess you’ve gotten yourself into. But we both know that ain’t going to happen. So just hang tight and I’ll be right back,” she says with a sinister little giggle as she’s walking away.
For the first time, I start to realize just how vulnerable of a position she has got me. No one ever tells you that five minutes can feel like an eternity when you’re laying buck ass naked tied to a bed. I begin to feel like I’m going to freak out as my nerves start trying to get the best of me. What am I doing I ask myself? Maybe I should just call this whole thing off when she gets back in here. Then the little voice in the back of my head kicks in. Relax Bill, don’t be a pussy. You just told her ten minutes ago you trust. Were you lying or do you trust her? Cause if you don’t, you shouldn’t be here right now. But if you do, calling this off is going to tell her the opposite. So what’s it going to be? To which I softly whisper, “I just want her to always be happy.”
“What’s that, my sexy little thing?” I hear my wife say from across the room. She has the lighting so dim in here that I didn’t notice her reentering the room. “I didn’t leave you alone long enough to start losing it. So what are you starting to have second thoughts on me or something?”
“Me? Second thoughts? I don’t think so,” I swear she’s like a mind reader sometimes, “I’m happy to hear your voice, though. I was worried I’d have to go without my midnight snack tonight.”
“That’s what you’re worried about? Jesus, Bill, it’s barely 7:00. But don’t worry, by the time midnight comes around, I guarantee you’ll have worked up an appetite,” Sam says while slowly running her hands all the way up my legs to my inner thighs. She slides both of her thumbs underneath my ball sack and presses them up against my perineum. She rotates her hands so she can form a seal around my balls and cock and then lays them out flat side by side where my pubic hair would be. She presses down firmly with both hands and forms a tighter grip around the base of my shaft with her index fingers and thumbs, only making my cock stand that much more erect. She holds it that way for at least two minutes before I feel her mouth engulfing every last inch of my member until it’s deep into her throat. She clamps her lips together on the base of my shaft and begins tonguing my balls. She holds me in her mouth while tickling my balls with her tongue like this for a good ten seconds. I feel the muscles in her throat begin to contract around my cock as her gag reflexes start to spasm and her mouth begins to flood with saliva. She then lifts her head off my manhood in such a quick fashion that I imagine would leave a trail of saliva like a string running from my dick to her mouth. She makes her way to my mouth where our lips meet allowing our tongues to once again dance their sacred little dance that only their two tongues know the steps to. She forcefully pries open my mouth with her fingers and slowly drips every last drop of her sticky saliva into my mouth.
“Don’t even think about spitting that out,” she says dominantly, and immediately clamps her hand down over my mouth to show me she means business.
As soon as she is satisfied, I have swallowed it all down she removes her hand from over my mouth.
Despite all the subtle and mysterious clues Sam has been giving me, her intentions are starting to get a little clearer. Everything leading up to here has been her own shy way of approaching role play. I could be slow at times but god how could I have been so blind. Before totally surrendering into the submissive role and seeing where she takes us, I’m going to throw her for one more loop.
“Goddammit, Babe! What the fuck is the matter with you?” I ask, trying to sound exasperated the second she removes her hand from my mouth. I let a long pause form an uncomfortable silence between us while I look for signs showing me if she has bought it or not. The shift in her confident demeanor and upright posture tells me she bought it. With her shoulders now slouched, she lowers her head in embarrassment and focuses her stare downwards to try evoking some sympathy. Yes, I admit I can be a dick at times but I’m not a heartless dick. I wouldn’t have knocked her down if I wasn’t going to build her back up with even more strength and confidence than she had in the first place. So as soon as she begins to open her mouth to answer, I make sure to intervene before she can. “Did you really think I was going to spit out what you just worked so hard for? Besides, I thought you knew how much of a whore I am for you. No way in hell would I waste a drop of your savory nectar. And to think, I always thought you knew me!”
With that, I see a wave of relief wash over her, along with that huge smile of hers that I love seeing so much return to her face.
“I know how much of a whore you are for me and wouldn’t have wanted to waste any of my juices. So I was just making sure you were able to enjoy every last drop. Now close your eyes for me, my dirty little slut,” Sam says with the full confidence of knowing that she is once again in control of the sexual adventure we are now on.
I close my eyes and she begins to chuckle while running an unfamiliar foreign object over my lips. I have to fight back the initial urge I have to open my eyes. She removes it from my lips for only a moment before beginning to slightly tap it repeatedly against them.
“Open up that pretty little mouth of yours for me,” she says.
I reluctantly do so and that is when I feel what I can only imagine a dick would feel like, begin to enter my mouth. This time I can’t hold back the urge and jerk my head to the side. I open my eyes and see that I have imagined correctly. What I didn’t imagine, however, is that it would be dangling from between my wife’s legs.
“What the fuck is that, Sam?”
“Oh come on, Bill. Are you telling me that with all the porn we’ve watched, you seriously don’t know what a strap-on looks like?”
“You know that’s not what I meant. What’s it doing on you?”
“I kind of anticipated you would react this way at first. That’s my fault for not laying my fantasy all out for you. I was too embarrassed and thought if I got you in the mood, you would just go with it and I wouldn’t have to explain it. But the reason I’ve been saying I want you to be my slut and shaved you completely smooth and all that.”
“Yes, go on,” I say to try nudging her on as she starts to hesitate, “you’ve got my attention. You said you wanted to feel what another smooth body rubbing up against your own feels like. Is that correct?”
“Yes! This is so embarrassing. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make love to a woman, okay?! I want to know what it would feel like as a woman to fuck another woman, but also what it would feel like to fuck a woman as though I were a man.”
“Well, hot damn, Sam! You still never cease to amaze me. So how are we going to go about doing this?” I ask.
“Really? Your down to do this with me?” she asks as though she can’t believe I'm agreeing.
“Baby, I would love nothing more than to be the one who gets to share all your fantasies with you.”
“Oh my god, Bill! You’re so freaking awesome,” she says enthusiastically, but then once again begins to hesitate.
“What is it, Sam? If you're letting the cat out of the bag, you might as well let the entire thing out.”
“Will you let me make you over as a woman?” she pleads with me from her knees with a big smile.
“I don’t see how it would feel like you were making love to a woman if you don’t.”
“Oh my god! This is going to be so much fun. I can’t wait. Oh my god. What do I need to do first?” she says while jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom, “We'll need makeup. Check, got makeup! Toys? Check! Lingerie? Check! Oh, that reminds me. Bill! I hope you don’t mind but I already bought you some sexy lingerie as well as a few outfits in sizes you ought to be able to wear. I'm getting wet just imagining you in them! Bill?”
“Over here, Silly. You've still got me strapped to the bed. Think you can come and unfasten me now that you know I’m not going to run for the hills on you?”
“Yes, I’m sorry. Coming! I’m just super excited,” she says as she comes over to the bed and starts removing the restraints, “oh, and just you wait and see what I’ve got for us to play with in that bag!”
Oh yes. The bag. I totally forgot all about the bag. How much kinkier can this night get? Well, being that it is all but 7:30, I'm going to have to say the sky is the limit.
To be continued...
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