| Straight: BDSM: A New Era (8/10) |
 23 votes |
|||
Share This Story: BlinkList - del.icio.us - Furl - ma.gnolia - Spurl - Yahoo MyWeb - StumbleUpon |
||||
|
my head in my pillow in shame as they leave. I’d spent the evening eating Mistress Anne cunt and ass while she talked on the phone to my wife about where she and my wife would go on a “date” with another man! And then they’d come to this house and picked up Mistress Anne, completely indifferent to how humiliating it was to me. And who was this John? And where were they going? Paul was along too - last night he was fucking Joyce - now he was with Mistress Anne and Joyce was with someone else. All to win a bet to get a chance to fuck a lady that was 14 years older than me, because as she had clearly demonstrated to me, that was the best I could ever hope to do. Chapter Five Somehow I finally went to sleep, shamed and humiliated as I was. I awoke seemingly only moments later to the smell of Mistress Anne’s perfume. “I’m back, little boy,” she whispered. “Just wanted to make sure you were OK, and also make sure you haven’t been playing with yourself - I know how exciting this all must be.” With that, she turned on the lamp, pulled down my covers, and spread my legs. I should mention that Mistress Anne insists I wear pink acetate panties, so any precum makes a stain that is impossible to conceal. “Good boy,” she said. “Looks like you’ve behaved yourself. Since you’re awake, you’ve got just a little more maid duty.” With that, she whisked off her panties, climbed up on the bed, and straddled my face. I suspected what was coming - her cunt was dripping with cum, and there were large globs of cum stuck and dried in her pubic hair. I was beyond further shame, and dutifully licked and sucked until I had eaten every drop of cum her boyfriend had left. “You’ve been such a good little maid today, maybe I can make an exception to your bedtime rules. Do you want to get fucked?” Without thinking, I said, “Oh yes Ma’am. With what’s going on with Joyce, that would at least let me feel somewhat like a man.” “Yes, I guess it would make you seem like a man of sorts. Get your hose, garters, heels, and bra back on and meet me in the playroom.” The playroom is a sitting room that adjoins Mistress Anne bedroom, so I guess I just expected to go from there to her bed. But it also has her toy collection, including “the horse,” so I should have clicked as to what was about to happen, even though I had missed the earlier clues. But I was still just waking up, and my dick was running the show. So there I was standing in the playroom when Mistress Anne came out of the bedroom. She had on a low cut bra, which barely supported her heavy breasts, black stockings, a garter, heels, and what looked like an 8” strap-on dildo between her legs! “Wa, wa, wait. I thought...” “You thought with your dick, little sissy,” said Mistress Anne, cutting me off. I just asked if you wanted to get fucked, I didn’t say whether you were the fucker or the fuckee. And I almost cracked up when you said it would make you feel like a man. You’re going to feel like a man, all right. You’re going to feel like a fag’s wife. Over the horse, wife.” |
  |
Great Job
