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She looked up to Him, nodded, "yes, Master," she whispered softly.
"I thought that was the idea," she said.
Isn't she a slut?" Julie asked the crowd, "What else should she do to earn her orgasm?"
"You're looking at about eighteen-thousand sticker but I can probably discount either one five-hundred dollars and give you fifteen percent off on any accessories and clothes you want to purchase."
"You think so?" she asked looking at me still blushing. I could tell I hit on something, even though she was shaking more, she did not try and leave or change the subject.
"So where is Dave taking you tonight for your birthday?" Lois asked excitedly, sounding like many older married women do when asking about a younger single woman's plans for the evening.
The set was all fast dances, which she loved. She danced with three couples, two single guys and a woman. She begged off sitting down with any of them, instead collecting a beer from the bar and wandering the crowd as the band took a break. She did see one really cute waitress in a skirt showing off some yummy legs but it looked like she was pretty well set up with one of the guys from the band. That had possibilities too, of course, but Sally didn't see anything in the guy.
Again his hand moved to the waistband of my panties and he began edging my panties down, and I panicked, grabbing his hand and stopping him.
When he was about to come my wife reached her own climax and shouted at him, "Bite my nipples!"
"Catherine. Stop. Now." She sucked him harder, pulling him farther down her throat and massaging his balls with her hand. "Sweet Jesus, Catherine, please, stop. I mean it." He gripped the steering wheel hard and focused on the road, trying to ignore the pressure building in his groin. Two more blocks and they'd be at his apartment. Just two more blocks.
Gone was the hail-fellow, well-met guy who'd attracted me nearly five years earlier. Jim was sweating and nervous, and he went through about a half-dozen gin and tonics while I sat across the table from him calmly drinking a soda.
"Mmm-hmm," came the muffled response from around the edges of her small, cock-stuffed mouth. "She's getting really good at this," he thought proudly," even better than her mom used to be...and she was a whore!" But that's 'cause Jack had trained this one himself. Slowly, patiently, and with the kind of attention and affection that only a father could give. He made sure she understood that every inch of a man's cock needed special attention, that she mustn't go too fast, and that the whole mouth should be utilized for maximum pleasure.
"Sure. It beats using the brush to wash my back." To my surprise, she smiled and stepped into full view. She untied the sash of the robe, let it slide off her shoulders onto the bath mat, and stepped into the shower.
"And no, I don't have lots of babes. In fact, I have no babes. I have yet to have a college girlfriend. I guess they just don't like me. I'm not into the Frat party thing, so most of my time is spent in my room or in the library. Oh, and I don't sleepwalk or snore. At least that's what my roommate says. You sleep naked, too? I'm glad I'm not the only one." As you would expect, the whole conversation was spent thinking about her sleeping naked right on the other side of the wall.
"I don't know. It's possible, I guess."
"I want that in my pussy," she commanded.
"Why are you looking for your wife out here in the pouring freezing rain, surely she would be sheltered in one of the warm buildings." I replied to him.
Feeling comfortable with the people, probably at least partially because of the drinks, I circulated around and didn't mind that Amy was doing the same. In fact, I watched her with one of my superiors' wives for a little while and the two seemed to be happily laughing as they talked. I was pleased.
There was no way I could do her or anything else. "Bobby, Sam, sleep." They again collapsed. I put my head on Bobby's breasts and fell asleep.
For Melissa she could never remember feeling this with another man before being with Jason. She could recall that there had always been something powerful with his looks, even before they had started seeing each other. Melissa had tried to explain it to her mother before, but found the words she used unable to convey her meaning. Her mother had smiled though and told her that love opened up all kinds of pathways for energy. Her mother had always been spiritual.
In the morning we get up and shower. Then we get dressed.
It was not till the following weekend we got together again for our weekly get together. This time I came over for dinner. When I got there she was more over dressed than I could ever remember. She wore close that covered her legs and arms. She even wore a coat and collar so that all her body was covered. It was as if she was trying to cover up her sex as much as possible. She also seemed to avoid looking at me.
"I thought that was the idea," she said.
Isn't she a slut?" Julie asked the crowd, "What else should she do to earn her orgasm?"
"You're looking at about eighteen-thousand sticker but I can probably discount either one five-hundred dollars and give you fifteen percent off on any accessories and clothes you want to purchase."
"You think so?" she asked looking at me still blushing. I could tell I hit on something, even though she was shaking more, she did not try and leave or change the subject.
"So where is Dave taking you tonight for your birthday?" Lois asked excitedly, sounding like many older married women do when asking about a younger single woman's plans for the evening.
The set was all fast dances, which she loved. She danced with three couples, two single guys and a woman. She begged off sitting down with any of them, instead collecting a beer from the bar and wandering the crowd as the band took a break. She did see one really cute waitress in a skirt showing off some yummy legs but it looked like she was pretty well set up with one of the guys from the band. That had possibilities too, of course, but Sally didn't see anything in the guy.
Again his hand moved to the waistband of my panties and he began edging my panties down, and I panicked, grabbing his hand and stopping him.
When he was about to come my wife reached her own climax and shouted at him, "Bite my nipples!"
"Catherine. Stop. Now." She sucked him harder, pulling him farther down her throat and massaging his balls with her hand. "Sweet Jesus, Catherine, please, stop. I mean it." He gripped the steering wheel hard and focused on the road, trying to ignore the pressure building in his groin. Two more blocks and they'd be at his apartment. Just two more blocks.
Gone was the hail-fellow, well-met guy who'd attracted me nearly five years earlier. Jim was sweating and nervous, and he went through about a half-dozen gin and tonics while I sat across the table from him calmly drinking a soda.
"Mmm-hmm," came the muffled response from around the edges of her small, cock-stuffed mouth. "She's getting really good at this," he thought proudly," even better than her mom used to be...and she was a whore!" But that's 'cause Jack had trained this one himself. Slowly, patiently, and with the kind of attention and affection that only a father could give. He made sure she understood that every inch of a man's cock needed special attention, that she mustn't go too fast, and that the whole mouth should be utilized for maximum pleasure.
"Sure. It beats using the brush to wash my back." To my surprise, she smiled and stepped into full view. She untied the sash of the robe, let it slide off her shoulders onto the bath mat, and stepped into the shower.
"And no, I don't have lots of babes. In fact, I have no babes. I have yet to have a college girlfriend. I guess they just don't like me. I'm not into the Frat party thing, so most of my time is spent in my room or in the library. Oh, and I don't sleepwalk or snore. At least that's what my roommate says. You sleep naked, too? I'm glad I'm not the only one." As you would expect, the whole conversation was spent thinking about her sleeping naked right on the other side of the wall.
"I don't know. It's possible, I guess."
"I want that in my pussy," she commanded.
"Why are you looking for your wife out here in the pouring freezing rain, surely she would be sheltered in one of the warm buildings." I replied to him.
Feeling comfortable with the people, probably at least partially because of the drinks, I circulated around and didn't mind that Amy was doing the same. In fact, I watched her with one of my superiors' wives for a little while and the two seemed to be happily laughing as they talked. I was pleased.
There was no way I could do her or anything else. "Bobby, Sam, sleep." They again collapsed. I put my head on Bobby's breasts and fell asleep.
For Melissa she could never remember feeling this with another man before being with Jason. She could recall that there had always been something powerful with his looks, even before they had started seeing each other. Melissa had tried to explain it to her mother before, but found the words she used unable to convey her meaning. Her mother had smiled though and told her that love opened up all kinds of pathways for energy. Her mother had always been spiritual.
In the morning we get up and shower. Then we get dressed.
It was not till the following weekend we got together again for our weekly get together. This time I came over for dinner. When I got there she was more over dressed than I could ever remember. She wore close that covered her legs and arms. She even wore a coat and collar so that all her body was covered. It was as if she was trying to cover up her sex as much as possible. She also seemed to avoid looking at me.
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