The Revenge Game: A Tale of Domination and Seduction - Part 2

 

Tablo reader up chevron

The Revenge Game: A Tale of Domination and Seduction - Part 2

By C. Kross

Copyright

© 2014 by C. Kross

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

ISBN: 978-1495908293

 

Chapter 1

I had met Julie one night at a bar and began an affair with her, cheating on my wife Beth. Beth's best friend, Kendra, found out and blackmailed me into paying her fifty thousand dollars a month and helping her start her Dominatrix business by becoming her submissive. I had never experienced BDSM before and was in for the ride of my life. Kendra had also made me promise to stop seeing Julie.

So, now I am tied up inside Kendra's dungeon. I had disobeyed her orders and was watching her masturbate. I know, I know. But I just love watching women masturbate. I can’t help myself. Kendra had caught me watching and even though she had given me strict orders to keep my head down, I couldn’t help myself and watched her. Now she was going to punish me for it...

"What the fuck are you doing!?" she yelled. "You stupid little bitch!" She grabbed me tight around the neck. "I warned you, you stupid little fucking bitch". I wasn't sure if she was serious. I felt like she might not let go of my throat. I was scared. "I gave you one fucking instruction!" she shouted right in my ear.

"Sorry mistress." I squeaked. She relaxed her grip and slapped me on the back of my head. "Sorry mistress! Sorry for being such a bad, pathetic, useless little pissy boy!"

"Sorry won't fucking cut it, pissy boy! You not only broke the rules, you tried to cover it up. I saw you look away. You stupid little pathetic bitch. You are going to learn that actions have consequences!"

I knew that I was completely fucked now. It was my cock that got me into this mess in the first place and it was my cock that was going to keep getting me into trouble.

She undid the cuffs on my ankles and wrists, pulled down my pissed soaked boxers and threw them over my head. I felt the cold wetness seep through. She flipped me over on my back.

As fast as she undid the cuffs, she then cuffed my wrists again and grabbed my legs, pulled them apart and cuffed my ankles back into the handcuffs. As she did, she left my ass spread and my asshole totally exposed. I knew then what she had in store for me.

She ducked out of my vision, went into a drawer, and came up wearing a black, rubber strap on dildo, maybe six inches. I've never had anything more than a tip of a finger up my ass, this will surely give me the pain she wanted to inflict on me.

To my horror, she moved up and straddled my face! Her white breasts, now both plunging out of her corset, seemed even larger! For some fucked up reason, I wanted to plunge my unworthy mouth around those amazing pink nipples.

Her blue eyes bore into mine as if there was nothing else in the world. I threw my head back, but she grabbed my head and yanked it forward. She pushed her strap on towards my mouth, and I gaped my mouth open. She slowly pushed her dildo towards my mouth, talking to me calmly.

"I wanted to break you in slowly, you fucking whore. I wanted to give you the great feeling of having this cock stuck up your ass.” My heart sunk.

Her dildo went into my mouth, and she fucked my mouth, making me gag on the dildo. I'd never sucked a cock or a dildo before, so I had no idea what to expect.

"But, now I’ve changed my mind about your ass, because I need to be strict with you, I need an obedient whore." She slapped me across my face to get her point across. "Will you disobey me again, whore?"

I shook my head quickly. She slapped me harder.

"You didn't say "No, Mistress!"" she said sternly. But I couldn't! I had a mouth full of rubber cock!

"I guess that wasn't fair, since you do have a cock in your mouth. Well life isn't fair, not for whores like you who cheat on their wife!" That's true, I thought. Beth. I cheated on my wife Beth. That’s why I am here in the first place. I am a whore!

"I don't have to treat you good even when you are good. So, when you are bad, like tonight, when you think your pathetic eyes are worthy of my body while I pleasure myself, you will be treated very, very bad." She jammed the dildo right down my throat again, and I gagged. She left it in for a second, and then fully pulled it out.

"Is that fair, bitch?" She asked me.

"Yes mistress." I replied.

She smiled, and my heart sank. I couldn't believe a woman could be this pain inflicting and dominant over me. She went back into the drawer, and came back up. She held up two nipple clamps linked by a chain, a ball gag and was still wearing the strap on.

She then pulled out another dildo, except this one was at least twice the size of the one she had on before, bigger than the biggest cock I'd seen in porn. I looked at it and my eyes went wide with fear. She gave me the biggest, most evil smile I have ever seen.

First she crouched on top of me, the gigantic strap on resting on my stomach, and pulled out the nipple clamps. They looked brutally tight as she released them and let them slap back together. I could feel myself sweating and if I hadn’t done so earlier, I would be pissing myself now.

"I could say this isn't going to hurt." She said sweetly. "But I'd be lying. You should know about lying though, right? It’s what you’ve been doing to Beth all this time while you have been fucking another woman.” She paused and continued, ”So, do you want these on your titties?"

"Yes, Mistress." I was scared to death.

"I'm not convinced"

"Please mistress, please clamp those on my nipples." It was hard sounding convincing for something that I really didn’t want.

"Okay whore." She clipped one onto my right nipple first, at least releasing it slowly on. I exhaled in shock at the pain. It hurt like hell. Then she put the other one on. This time she let go when it was nearly on!

“Oh fuck!” I screamed out in pain. It fucking hurt! I felt pain shoot from nipple throughout my body.

“That is nothing compared to the pain Beth would have if she found out you cheated on her and were having an affair.”

My body took a few minutes to adjust to the pain, but it still hurt like hell. It was real pain, real fucking harsh pain, and I hated it.

And then I started to think about that big dildo she had pulled out of the drawer. I mean that thing was ridiculously huge. I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel if she stuck that thing in my ass. It was going to hurt so damn much, it was half the size of my torso. It was going to destroy my ass!

"I'm far too nice to you." She said. "I really want to fuck you, and for it to hurt, but sadly I feel a little affection for you, you stupid little pissy boy whore. Tell you what, I'm going to lube you up before I fuck you."

Oh fuck! That’s like a doctor telling you, “You have cancer. But, the AIDS will kill you before the cancer does.” Either way, you’re fucked. Literally.

She reached down and applied a big glob of lube to my exposed asshole. She buried a finger in, and it was pushed in slightly by a soft, moist finger. It hurt a little, not too much. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all?

I spoke to soon.

"Looks good,” she said, admiring my ass. "But it's the wrong color."

Huh? What the hell was she talking about? I suddenly understood what she meant as I felt a sharp pain across my ass cheeks. She held up her flogger again and she hit my ass cheeks again!

Then as I was concentrating on that pain, she shoved that monster of a dildo into my ass! Oh fuck!

I bit my lower lip hard and moaned out in pain. This woman was evil! No, she was worse than evil! She took evil to a whole new level!

As she fucked my ass, she whipped my ass cheeks with the other hand with the flogger. The pain rushing up to join the constant pain from the nipple clamps.

I thought I was going to die! I threw back my head and screamed out in agony. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain being so intense. Finally, she stopped, pulled out the dildo from my ass and admired her handiwork.

"Much better. But first, you need to beg!" She looked up at me, her brutal huge cock pressed just outside my asshole. Beg? She wanted me to beg for pain. This was becoming so unbearable.

"Please mistress, fuck me again!" I begged. She slapped me.

"Is that it? Is that all I get? I want you to fucking beg, you pissy boy whore. Fucking beg me!"

"Oh please mistress, please fuck me again! Fuck me in my ass more!” She tried to conceal a smile.

"My God, you are the most pathetic whore in the world. I can't listen to any more of your shit." She picked up the ball gag and stuffed it into my mouth. It fit perfectly, and she tied it up tightly in the back.

I lay back helpless as she hovered over me. She placed both her hands on my throat, though she didn't choke me. I lay, totally submissive, waiting to take the most brutal, painful fuck of my lifetime.

She pressed it firmly against my asshole. Oh God, not again! I thought. My nipples were bound tightly, my jaw forced open painfully, my ass was still stinging from the last ass fucking she gave me, and my legs ached from being forced upward, but all I could feel for that moment was the huge dildo pressing into my ass.

She looked deep and aggressively into my eyes. Her face soft yet terrifying. I whimpered through my gag, and her grip on my throat closed slightly.

The first stab of pain came as the full width of the dildo was forced in. Oh God! This was just too much. The pain was so intense. She thrust further and further inside me, every bit of the inside of my ass being pounded and destroyed.

"Oh you are a good whore, aren't you?" She asked. I could only mumble into the gag. I looked up at her with pure terror. She looked totally focused on the job at hand at giving me such a hard fucking. Her huge breasts swung with every thrust, her black hair flicking behind her, her stunning eyes focused on me. I was in agony!

The dildo felt even bigger up my ass than it had looked, inhumanely big, destroying me. The pain and the bondage, it was just too much to bear.

Suddenly she stopped, and looked me up and down. She undid my gag, and instantly I spluttered.

"Oh God, thank you for stopping! Thank you so much!” Then I was interrupted by a shot of pain as my nipple clamps were taken off, which was as painful as putting them on. Then my handcuffs were released, and I saw my hands had deep, red marks around them. My arms fell limply to my side.

She said nothing and just smiled. She released my ankles from the handcuffs. I collapsed with a thud, and simply lay limp, covered in my sweat. Feeling like a used whore.

I felt my asshole, stretched and ruined. I hoped it recovers, I hope she hadn’t ruined me, destroyed my ass. She slid a finger around my wide whole and I shuddered.

Then she walked to the door, leaving me to gather my things and leave, to go back to my home with Beth and pretend to be a man. Even though I knew I wasn't. I was Kendra's whore now. , That embarrassing ache in my asshole would constantly remind me of that.

Once I had gotten my things together, she said, “We are off to a great start!”

Start? Start? Wait, there is more? Oh fuck!

“I have my first client on Thursday and I want you to be here at 7:00 p.m. sharp. Your ass should be healed by then. See you then!” And she pushed me out the door.

Beth was out shopping when I got home. When I had told her I would be working late, she decided to have dinner with her mother and go shopping.

Thank God she was still out. I threw my pissy pants and boxers in a bag and into the outside garbage can. I rushed into the shower and let the cool water run between my ass cheeks and into my gaping asshole. The cool water felt nice over my ass. After my shower, I went to bed. I was so exhausted. Beth shortly came home after that, but I was already asleep.

The next few days I recuperated from my ass beating and fucking. I was afraid to see what Kendra had in store for me on Thursday. I guess time would tell.

Thursday night came and I showed up once again at Kendra’s door. She answered. This time she was wearing a full vinyl dress that zipped up in the front with matching thigh high vinyl boots. “Come in.” She said cold and sternly. “Strip naked and put these on.” She handed me a pair of vinyl shorts. “Take off your shoes and socks too.”

I stripped down naked as she watched me. I then put on the shorts. They were really tight and squeezed my cock and balls, so there was a slight pain and discomfort in my cock and balls. “I’m finished.”

“Excellent. Let’s go.” I followed her down to the basement dungeon. “Wait here and I will be back.”

She had upgraded the dungeon. Probably with the 50 thousand I had given her. The floor was carpeted now, except for an area where a claw footed bathtub stood and a pedestal sink was. Above the bathtub there were chains hanging from the ceiling attached to leather straps, which were hooked to the side of the wall, I suppose so she won’t smack her head on them.

I could feel the carpet under my bare feet. Instead of just handcuffs on the corner of the bed, there were leather straps as well. There was a bench with leather straps and a cabinet with god knows what inside. I cringed a little, remembering those dildos and nipple clamps that were used on me a few days earlier. I wonder what new torture devices she had purchased.

A little while later the dungeon door opened and in walked Kendra with a male in front of her. He was wearing the same thing I was, although he had a leather collar on with a ring on it. He walked over to me and stood next to me. “Hello.” I said to be polite.

“Silence!” Kendra yelled out. She walked over to me and slapped me hard across the face. “Never speak unless spoken to! Did you not forget?”

Well, I guess I had forgotten. Shit. “Yes, mistress. I am sorry.” I pleaded.

“Do I need to remind you?”

“No, mistress.” I need to remember not to piss her off.

She then walked over to the msn standing next to me, who looked scared as hell. I wonder if she was blackmailing him to or if he was here on his own free will. Why anyone would pay someone to have this done to them, is beyond me.

She put her thumbnail behind his ear and began to press hard in the fold where it joined his skin, pinching and pulling as her nail dug in and scratched. It was a hidden spot, it was one of her favorites I found out later, where she could slash and scratch and nobody would be the wiser.

Then she began to give us the rules, the ones she gave me a few days ago. "Rule one," she said. "You do not speak until spoken to! Rule two. You will either use ‘yes’ or ‘no’, nothing else, when answering a question. Rule three. You will always address me as Mistress, unless I request something else.” She stared at the other man and continued, “Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress!” He yelled to her. It reminded me of the military. Although I was never in the military, I’ve seen enough war and military movies to know.

Then she stood in front of me. “Are you above all this to not answer me?”

“No, mistress!” Shit, I fucked up again.

“Maybe you need a proper reminder?” She began pondering with her red nail polished finger, the tip tapping her full red lips.

“No, mistress!” I replied again. Although I soon realized that she wasn’t asking me a question. Shit, I knew what was coming next.

“Did I ask you a question?” She got in my face and asked.

“No, mistress!”

“Then why did you speak to me?”

“I’m sorry mistress!” I pleaded again.

“Someone has forgotten their place and needs to be reminded.” She walked over to the cabinet, opened it and revealed to us a plethora of torture devices. My god, the woman must have bought every device in the store! “Hmmm… what to use? She then reached inside. I didn’t see what she grabbed. Maybe if I had, I would have ran up the basement stairs and out the door.

She walked over to me, pulled my shorts down and quickly attached a device to my cock and locked it, then pulled my shorts back up. It was tight on my cock and balls. But, that wasn’t the torture that it inflicted. Oh no. It was something more sinister than any male could ever imagine, I soon learned.

“Pissy boy, why are you here? Tell… hmmm… I need to come up with a name for you, don’t I?”

“Yes, mistress!” The man responded.

“You’re such a good sub.” She glided her hands over his face, tenderly. “You are now panty boy, until I can think of something better! Understand?”

“Yes, mistress!” He answered.

“So, pissy boy, tell panty boy why you are here.”

“Yes, mistress! I cheated on my wife and …” Then without warning, I felt an electrical current shoot through my cock and balls from that device she had put on me. I fell to the floor involuntarily.

“What? I didn’t hear you. What were you saying?” She was grinning.

“I..I…ch…ch…cheated… on… mmm… my… wwwife.’ I managed to get out while I was writhing in agony on the floor.

“Get up!” She yelled at me.

Easier fucking said than done. I thought. But, I managed to get up, still off balance from the electrical shock. But, when I was standing, she took me over to the wall where there was a pole with metal hoops on it. I suppose it was for attaching handcuffs or rope to. Yep, I was right. She put my hands behind me and attached my wrists to the pole with handcuffs.

I was still wearing that horrible device on my cock and balls. It had to be a woman who came up with this invention for a cock and ball torture device. No man in his right mind would have come up this idea.

Once she felt I was secure, she walked back over to panty boy. She had me facing them so I could see everything.

She then walked over to panty boy and said, “Get on all fours now!”

“Yes, mistress!” He got on all fours.

While he was on all fours, she attached a leather leash to him and walked him over to the cabinet like a dog and opened it. She then made him open his mouth. His eyes glistened, his brow tensed and as his mouth gaped open, she shoved the red rubber ball gag into his mouth and tied the nylon straps behind his head. She brought the straps around his head, brushing her fingers through his hair. It was already adjusted to fit tight, the plastic buckle clicking into place. A hand on the back of his head told him to lie face down.

Kendra told him to put his hands behind his back. She pulled out some black silk rope, doubled it over and then looped it around and around and held his wrists together tightly.

She tested her handiwork, gave a little noise of satisfaction and stepped away from him. ”Up, get up!" Kendra commanded.

She walked him over to the where the bathtub was and told him to get inside. Cold ceramic pressed against his back, his legs stretched out and his shoulders held so he wouldn't crush the circulation from his arms. He could see the chains that were hanging from the ceiling. Then he saw her face looming over him, her jaw tensed so her mouth was a line as her lips pressed together.

She breathed in, letting that feeling of preparedness rush into her body as the match flared in her hand and lit the three taper candles she'd set up on the pedestal sink next to the bathtub.

She got into the bathtub and squatted on his chest. She pulled off his shorts and he was naked now, except for the locked collar. This was the hard part for Kendra, taking her time. It was her little secret; she often rushed into hurting someone as intense as possible so she wouldn't lose her nerve. She was getting better at being patient about it though. She was still learning.

Slap! Kendra held his head up with her other hand, preventing it from snapping to the side with the force of the blow. Slap again. Saliva was on his face, just over the left side of his mouth where the strap of the gag pulled into his lip. Kendra’s nails found his nipples, pinching and probing. He screamed into the gag and she looked into his eyes.

The nervousness, a sort of stage fright, was replaced by a thrill.

Slap again, palm on cheek, cradling the hard line of jaw and feeling the valley his teeth made between the bones as she held her hand against his skin. Kendra took the candle from the holder, looking at all the wax that had melted, and held it over the back of her hand to judge the distance. Hot, but not too hot. She tilted the candle at what she guessed was about right and let it drip. It didn't make any noise when it fell on his skin, but he bucked and snorted, telling her that she'd got it just right. She sighed and shifted her hips, sensing the warmth and wetness of her own melting, not unlike the liquefaction of the wax under the flame.

I don’t know what I would do if I were in his position right now. I mean, yeah I went through some intense pain the other day and I won’t lie to you when I say that my cock and balls were still aching from that electrical shock, not to mention my sore ass. Ugh. My sore ass. But, that hot wax didn’t look like it was any fun. I actually felt sorry for the guy, whether he paid for this or not. I still felt some sort of empathy for him. Go figure.

Soon Kendra sprinkled hot wax over his chest with little circular splatters. He had white circles on his chest and stomach. The other two candles gave enough light she could watch the muscles under his skin shift a little. She replaced the candle back in the glass holder, nudging him with her foot.

Kendra grabbed the other candle and looked over at me with one of her evil grins. I swear that woman has the devil inside her. She was such a sadistic bitch. Not because of what she had done to me so far, or what she had done to panty boy, but because of what she was about to do to him.

Kendra took the lit candle, placed the flame about a half an inch over his balls and tilted the candle so that the hot wax dripped onto balls. Panty boy screamed. Well, as much as he could with that gag in his mouth. The site of hot wax being dripped onto his balls, made my balls ache on top of the device I had locked in them. At this point I wanted to yell out what a sadistic bitch she was. But, I didn’t, for fear of her doing that to me. Then I got the most awful feeling inside of me. What if she was already planning on doing that to me? My whole body ached and cringed at the thought.

Kendra then took the ball gag off. Panty boy was still screaming. “No… no… no!” She dripped more hot wax on his balls and worked her way up to his cock. “Ahhhhhhhhh! He screamed loudly. Like a baby.

“I know what would make it stop burning and hurting.” Kendra whispered into his ear.

Then she got up. Oh shit! She’s coming towards me now. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! But, she walked passed me. False alarm. Well, for now. She walked over to the other corner of the dungeon. She pulled a black sheet off of what looked like a wheelbarrow. It was a wheelbarrow. I saw as she passed me again going back to panty boy in the bathtub.

I couldn’t tell what was inside the wheelbarrow, but I learned soon enough. Kendra stood beside the bathtub and tilted the wheelbarrow into the bathtub. Ice cubes. Lots of ice cubes poured out from the wheelbarrow. Along with ice cold water. I heard panty boy screaming again.

“There. Doesn’t that feel better now?” She caressed his cheek with her hand. I can’t imagine what kind of pain that man was feeling at this point. It couldn’t be good though. First hot wax, then ice cold water.

Kendra then grabbed a bucket that was under the sink. She scooped out ice and ice water from the wheelbarrow. Bucket full, she put the stopper into the drain and dumped the whole bucket of ice and ice water over his head.

His shoulders braced against the chill, hunching up as the water splashed down over his naked body again. Three more buckets followed the first one, her thighs pressing together as temptation to stop and take her release filled her, but she scolded herself, aware that he was suffering for her, a limited rare moment she'd be foolish to squander. She blew out the candles, left him soaking in the ice cold water and walked over to me.

She then took me off the handcuffs on the pole. Walked me over to the bed and had me lay face down. She used the leather straps on me this time. If ever I believed in God, it was now. Because I praying like a monk would. Oh God, please not the dildo. Not my ass…

Then I felt a Crack! Over my ass. What the…? She had gone and bought a whip and was s hipping me! I felt the sting of another whipping over my ass.

“Thought I had forgotten about you, didn’t I?” She taunted me. “Now, look at what you two did. You went and got my pussy all wet. I need to do something a bout this.”

I could hear panty boy shivering. Somehow that and my pain aroused a part of her.

She walked over to the bathtub and pulled the plug from the drain. Panty boy didn't look up until she took him into her arms and got him upright, wrapping him in a big, dry towel. Kendra fumbled the ropes off his wrists and massaged his hands. She was keeping him steady so he wouldn't stumble.

He was her new toy, her plaything, dragged out and beaten down, hers to break and now hers to patch up. She kissed his forehead and smoothed his hair.

I became a little jealous, not because I was having feelings for her. No, nothing like that at all. But, because I wanted her to comfort me too. I knew it wouldn’t happen. But, it would be nice to have her show some compassion towards me like she was doing to panty boy.

Once she was done warming him up, she gave him clothes and he got dressed. “Well, I hope you enjoyed your first session, Mike.”

“Oh my god! I loved it! It was exactly what I wanted! Thank you so much Mistress Kendra! It was worth every cent!” He hugged her and kissed her. “Same time next week, I will be here.” Then she walked him up the stairs and to the door and he left.

I then heard footsteps coming back down the stairs. Kendra approached me and untied my ankles and wrists and sat on the bed next to me.

“You know, Beth told me that you have never given her an orgasm before.”

“She did?” I asked. I was confused. I thought I had given her many orgasms over the years. I know I had given Julie some. I just knew I had. But, I wasn’t about to bring up Julie’s name and set her off on some wild torture tangent again.

“Yes. She said that anytime you thought she was having one, she faked it.”

As the realization of this confession hit me, I risked looking over into her eyes. We locked gazes and I couldn't help from blushing a crimson red. I could feel the heat coming off my cheeks, but her eyes.... her eyes held me.. mesmerized me.

"I'm sorry I have to be so blunt with you," she grinned. She shouldn't be grinning, this is awful for me, but she continued, "You know, all it takes is a little guidance."

My eyes shot open and I swallowed noticeably hard. Kendra began to look over my body. I had a nice build. Not small by any means, just lean and muscular. We had a gym in the office building I worked in and I used I several times a week.

“I’m going to do something. Not to help you out by any means, but to make my best friend happy. I am going to teach you how to give a woman an orgasm, properly.”

I felt my heart skip a beat, but something told me not to deny her. I nodded. I kept looking down, unsure of myself and what she wanted and expected from me.

Kendra cupped my chin and lifted my eyes to meet hers again. "Would you like that, Dan?" Her eyes were stern. She meant it.

Embarrassed and flustered, I tried to turn my chin and my eyes from her, but she gripped my chin harder. I swallowed again and bit my lower lip. Using her thumb she pulled my lip from my teeth's grasp and I let out a sigh.

"Touch me," she said as she inched closer to me.

I could tell my breathing was getting a little labored and she looked down for my hands but found a bulge in my vinyl shorts I was wearing. I wasn’t hard. I still had on that device. She stood me up and she stood in front of me and pulled my shorts down and unlocked the device and took it off. She then slid my shorts back up. We remained standing, facing each other.

"Touch me." She said as she grabbed my hand.

I was speechless. I dropped my gaze to her chest. It was better then her eyes even if disrespectful, but I complied and placed my hand on her hip.

Kendra laughed softly and brought her hand to mine. Holding my hand she slid it up her body and into the dip in the front of her vinyl dress, forcing me to cup her breast.

"Kendra..." I pleaded, but she liked the sound of it.

"Squeeze it Dan."

"But....."

"Do it!" She almost yelled, but she smiled and squeezed her hand over mine.

"Fuck," I whispered and my eyes closed briefly.

She leaned in and placed her mouth beside my ear, "Do you like that Dan?"

I nodded, dumbfound and suddenly finding myself with no train of thought, just instinct and I squeezed again.

Kendra moaned in my ear for my benefit. She liked my hand on her, but she liked it even more so that she had forced me into it and I was liking it. The red color of my cheeks just spurred her on.

She left my hand there and placed both of hers on my hips, turning my back to the bed and thrusting me up against it.

Power, Kendra thought, I like this.

"Get on your knees," she demanded in a low assertive voice.

I gulped loudly, my eyes wide. Not even realizing my hand was still on her breast, I just stared at her.

"Now, Dan."

She moved both hands to my shoulders and began to force me to my knees.

"You want a female orgasm, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes Kendra, but...” I stammered.

“But what? You don’t want to cheat on Beth? Too late for that.” She laughed sarcastically.

As I lowered myself down onto my knees, she could already feel her pussy coating itself. Oh, she was wet alright. This was a huge turn on for her and it surprised me. She loved having this power over me.

Kendra slowly lifted her dress and moved her feet forward. "Kiss my panties, Dan," she whispered as she nodded down at the black lace triangle of fabric that laid cover to her mound.

I gave in. What guy in his right mind could refuse this? Was I in my right mind?

Kendra was gorgeous, a bit on the controlling and sadistic side, but nonetheless gorgeous and she wanted me to touch her... to kiss her.. on her panties over her pussy!

Savoring the moment, I closed my eyes and leaned forward to bridge the small gap. My lips were puckered. I made contact with her panties. I could smell her pussy. It smelled delicious. I wanted to rub my face all over her panties, kiss and lick them, even bite them. My cock was so hard and throbbing against my shorts. Rock hard and I was willing to do whatever Kendra demanded of me.

"Slip my panties down, Dan." She ordered.

I quickly used both hands to guide them down her thighs and down to her ankles. She quickly stepped from them.

Kendra began her lesson calmly, "Trace the tip of your tongue along my slit. Just outside my lips, Dan. Just taste my skin."

Kendra could feel my warm breath against her shaved mound, and as my tongue licked cautiously along the edges of her lips she let out a small gasp. It made her clit ache for attention. Knowing she couldn't jump straight to what she wanted made it worse. She knew I needed to learn the art of foreplay.

I just kept softly licking at her lips and Kendra instinctively opened her thighs slightly. She swallowed. It seemed all her fluids were working over time as she felt her mouth water.

My eyes were closed as I concentrated on doing what I was told. I was worried though that my aching cock would become too much for me to handle and for the first time ever, I might cum in my pants without having been touched. I liked the thought though. I liked it a lot. This woman could turn me into an obedient pussy-licker with an erection that I placed second in priority to pleasing her.

"Open my lips, Dan. Where the small pink inner lips come up to a point... that is my clit. I want you to use your tongue on it."

Without needing any more encouragement I used my thumbs to spread her lips wide. Finding the top of the small little folds I began to lick frantically. Girls liked it fast, right?

"Slow down Dan! Take your time! This isn’t a fucking race!" She yelled at me.

I huffed and a chill went up her spine as the warm air teased her clit. The ache of her clit was driving her to her breaking point. She knew my cock was hard and she wanted it.. Badly.

"Ugh," she grabbed the back of my head and tilted her hips to my face, softy grinding on my mouth, "Just suck on it Dan. Suckle it my pissy boy."

She calmed her movements and let me take her firm, pulsating little bud into my mouth. I began suckling on her little nub. My tongue pressing against it, pushing it against the back of my upper teeth, making it grind there.

"Oh!" Kendra gasped. "Well then, move your mouth down and find my pussy, my pissy boy. Lick around it but not in it. Just lick and flick around where you've been and around my opening.”

I was lapping up all the moisture her pussy had created, and in turn was creating more due to my attention to it. I could tell she just wanted to straddle my face and ride my tongue, but making me work for it was working her into a frenzy, and I could tell she was loving it.

I was getting very close to entering her. I knew it took everything in her to keep from rocking her pussy against my face. Picturing my wet lips and cheeks, she licked her own lips and looked up. Oh god! She thought. She let her face drop and her eyes close. I had such a talented tongue when instructed properly!

Thinking back now about how she had said that Beth had told her that I had never given her an orgasm, I realized that she was lying to me. So, I then shoved two of my long thick fingers into her pussy. "Nnghhhhh," she moaned. Kendra came right there and then! Her body was tense as the waves crashed through her body.

I then started stroking my fingers inside her, right up against the anterior wall of her pussy. Right against her g-spot. I was going to get it! Her teeth and pussy clenched. As she came, her pussy juices trickled down her thighs, over my fingers and tongue. I sucked all her sweet pussy juices.

"Dan! Ahhhhhh…" She growled and felt my fingers slip from her pussy. I took a greedy lick of her juicy opening some more and answered with a, "Mmmhmm?"

Kendra licked her lips and swallowed. I stood up. The bulge in my pants made her mouth water. She looked over my chest as he carefully unzipped and pushed my vinyl shorts down around my ankles.

"Stop... that's enough," she said as she moved toward me.

My cock was stiff and pointed skyward. It was thick and the sight of it made her entire lower pelvic area clinch. Kendra moved up to me. Face to face, she dropped her gaze to my cock and took it in her hand. Stroking it slowly, she grinned as I gasped and let my head fall back.

The sight of my pre-cum dribbling up and over the head of my cock, forced a carnal side of her to present itself. She began to stroke it faster with her fingers tight around my shaft. Careful not to touch the sensitive swollen head, she just watched the pre-cum dribble out and over my head. It was a powerful sight and she was making it happen.

She continued to stroke my cock with her hand. She rolled her palm over the slick head of my cock and back down my length, over and over again.

She let go of my cock and slapped my ass. I groaned and thrust my hips forward, wanting her hand back on my throbbing erection. The heat and sting from the slap sent a rush throughout my entire body. "I... uhhh..fuck.. Please!"

"Shut up, Dan," she spanked my ass again.

Kendra had had enough of waiting. She turned me around and pushed me on my back on the bed. Lifting her knees up one at a time, kneeling on the bed, she straddled my hips and guided my cock inside her.

Feeling my size and girth stretch her wet walls, she moaned loudly. Using her thighs to lift and lower herself, she worked up to a quick and carnal speed. Using my cock to satisfy her own needs. Forgetting that I was her best friend’s husband.

She reached her orgasm quickly. Cumming hard, she felt the release of fluid inside her. Coating my cock. She pressed forward, grinding her sensitive clit against my groin causing ripples to shoot out to the tips of her fingers and the ends of her toes. Groaning aloud, Kendra gasped for air, trying to pull in much needed oxygen.

Rocking slowly as the small after-shocks subsided and her breathing had calmed, she lifted off of me.

Kendra rose from the bed and left me lying there in my own sweat, still with my hard cock gleaming from her juices. Realizing I hadn’t cum yet, I started stroking my cock.

“Make yourself cum for me!” She yelled. “Cum now! Cum for me now!” She yelled over and over again, until cum began spurting from the head of my cock. “Ughhh…” My toes curled and my body twitched. But, I was finally able to release myself.

I laid on the bed for awhile composing myself. I watched Kendra clean up the dungeon and wipe things down.

“I have another client coming. I’m not going to make you stay for this one. I know you have to get home to Beth. I’m not heartless. I know she misses you.” She walked over to me. “Go. Go home to Beth and you treat her like a queen. I will see you here Saturday night. I have something special planned.”

Comment Log in or Join Tablo to comment on this chapter...
~

You might like Candy Kross's other books...