She didn’t speak more than a few, quiet words. She didn’t have to. As a female dominatrix, her power was in what she didn’t say, as much as in what she did say. For instance, when she ordered George into his seat, or instructed Julia to stand and place her arms above her head, they did so without even thinking to question her. That was the silent power she wielded. There was no going against her wishes; that was clear from the start.
It was all part of the fantasy.
George and Julia had chosen Domina—as she preferred to be called—because of her exotic, mysterious aura. The professional dominatrix was tall, with long dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail that looked painfully plastered to her head. She was wearing a skintight suit made from shiny black leather that also appeared plastered to her body. Her lips were painted dark, her eyes a shadowy reflection of the room where she worked—her dungeon. Which, let’s be clear, was hers, and hers alone. The dark, confined space was her underground lair, complete with a steel cage and a series of metal hooks and chains she could configure however she chose in order to position her clients just as she needed them in order to inflict the perfect amount of pleasure… or pain.
Domina sat down on the top of the cage and slipped on her four-inch red stilettos. Her face was hidden under an ornate black mask. Her role in the outside world was forgotten. She could’ve been anyone. An influencer. A doctor. A professional chef. In here, her dungeon, she was simply known as Domina.
No other title was needed.
Domina descended from the cage and approached her new couple. George and Julia sat on two tall chairs in complete silence, watching her. Domina ran her hands down her body as she walked slowly back and forth in front of the couple, the sound of her spiked heels echoing on the cold cement floor, the only audible noise breaking the silence. She smiled.
She had George and Julia right where she wanted them. Quiet. Obedient. Ready to do her bidding.
Domina circled her prey, taking her time. Time, in fact, seemed to slow in her dungeon. There were no clocks. No windows. No way to know if the entire world outside the dungeon’s only door had disappeared. It was just the three of them, trapped inside, and only one of them was in charge.
Domina paused before her new playthings, wondering with whom she would begin. Her eyes moved back and forth between the beautiful Julia, dressed in a tight red dress, thigh-high nylons and high heels, and her companion George, in a dark shirt and pants. Domina turned the couple toward each other, pushing their faces together, encouraging them to kiss. Their lips met. Their tongues prodded one another. Domina could tell they were deeply connected. She could sense their passion for each other, which excited her even more, knowing what was to come next.
She eyed George’s hand as he moved it to Julia’s thigh, holding her and comforting her. She knew it was his way of reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.
Domina allowed it, for now.
Domina stared at Julia for a long time, then moved to George. Gently she trailed her fingers over his firm, handsome cheeks and cupped his chin, then ran her hand down the front of George’s chest. Yes, she would start with him… she would make Julia sit and watch what she could do to George, how deeply she could arouse him with just a simple touch… she would make Julia wait, and wonder just what she was going to do to her when it was her turn.
Because soon, it would be her turn… there was no escaping her dungeon.
That was just how Domina liked it.
Julia
Julia watched carefully as Domina approached George. She exhaled slowly, calming her slight tremble. She reminded herself there was one way out, if needed: a safe word. They had agreed upon a word before they started. It was part of all BDSM sessions. If things grew too tense, Domina would stop immediately. Julia didn’t think she would have to use their safe word, but it calmed her, knowing she had at least that little bit of control.
It wasn’t like Fifty Shades. There were no contracts to sign, no formal agreements approved by a team of lawyers. As lovely as those films were in introducing the world of BDSM to a mainstream audience—think, suburban moms with a vivid imagination, the true experience of BDSM, or Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, had little to do with simply dominating a woman for a man’s pleasure… that was only part of it. The true experience came from giving up your sense of boundaries.
George and Julia had been looking to explore the vast world of BDSM for some time. They’d roleplayed in the bedroom, each taking turns blindfolding the other and using a variety of sex toys as new avenues of pleasure in their lovemaking. Julia particularly enjoyed being dominated by George when she was blindfolded, relishing in the sensation of him using a whip on her bottom, or feeling the light sting of a flogger as he feathered it over her clit or lips of her vulva. The orgasms she experienced from his teasing were unlike anything she had experienced before. She opened up in a way she never believed she could, allowing her body to be taken and ravished by someone she loved and trusted with all her heart.
That, of course, was the problem. Julia loved George, and trusted him implicitly. When you love someone that much, it’s nearly impossible to separate the feeling of pure lust from the emotional connection. That was why they chose to experience the thrill of submitting to someone new… someone they could trust, no doubt, but someone who was only there to provide pleasure, and demand nothing in return… aside, of course, from their complete submission.
That was their fantasy.
To be dominated by someone who knew how to command them, and make them do whatever they wanted.
That was why they chose to go to a dungeon. That was why they chose Domina. For dominatrix sex.
Julia’s eyes remained transfixed on Domina as she grazed her hands down the front of George’s chest, and over his stomach. Domina unbuttoned George’s shirt and danced her fingertips over his bare torso. Julia thought she might’ve felt a tinge of jealousy watching another woman touch her lover in such a manner, yet instead, she could feel the heat between her legs, which had started the moment they descended the dungeon steps, growing. She held her breath, waiting to see if Domina was going to move her hand lower to George’s crotch, but Domina held off… for now.
Julia stared at George. She could already see the change that had come over him. His breathing was shallow. His face was flush with desire. All that he had experienced was having his body lightly caressed by Domina, but that was all that was needed. The power Domina held over the couple was all-pervading. They were hers now… her captives.
Like a spider who had spun her web, Domina had lured George and Julia into her lair, and there was no escape. Domina turned to face Julia. The foreboding dungeon felt like it grew ten degrees colder. Julia’s breath quickened. She wet her dry lips.
It was her turn.
~
Upon the cold, stone walls hung instruments of all varieties… floggers… whips… ropes… dildos… nipple clamps… a perfect display of sexual pervasions that immediately caught the eye of anyone who entered her dungeon. Domina ran her hands over several of her toys, considering which she might use for her new clients. The choice was always part of the fun.
She selected a long black whip. As was her custom, she purposely displayed the implement before the couple, allowing them to understand the true power it held. She was merely the conduit, but she did her job well. She slapped the whip lightly a few times across the front of Julia’s red dress, then ran it over George’s face. Neither of them moved. That was good.
Next, Domina selected a long crop. She touched the tip of it to Julia’s lips. Domina caught the slight fear in her eyes. She smiled to herself. She slid the crop down Julia’s neck, over her breasts, and lightly circled her nipples, noting they were already hard. She moved back to George and traced the end of the crop over his face. Next, came a feather. She teased it between Julia’s breasts, then over George’s face, a soft precursor to her favourite toy of all: her black paddle. Simple, effective, and the paddle possessed one of her favourite qualities—it was loud. Domina slapped it several times in her hand, watching in satisfaction as Julia jumped slightly back. She moved the paddle over Julia’s nipple, stimulating it lightly, then swatted the sides of her breasts a few times. Julia’s breath quickened. Domina smiled again. This was going to be fun.
Domina lowered the paddle between Julia’s legs and slapped it lightly against her pussy. Julia gasped. Her face was already growing flush, her chest heaving up and down.
She would respond nicely, indeed.
It was time to take things to the next level.
~
Domina beckoned for both of her subjects to stand before her, and they did. Julia’s dress was pushed to the side, exposing her bare breasts to the cold air of the dungeon. Her nipples were hard as stones. Domina selected another of her favourite toys, a set of small clamps, and placed one on each of Julia’s protruding nipples. Julia winced lightly. Domina knew the clamps could be painful, but she also knew the pleasure they could provide, if used correctly.
Slowly she tugged on the chain, raising it and letting it fall until it hit Julia’s belly, the weight of the chain tugging on Julia’s nipples. Julia let out another gasp. Domina smiled. She suspected the clamps were new to Julia and George. Carefully she moved George in front of Julia, allowing him to pull on the chain as she had. Julia’s arms remained by her side, allowing her lover to do as he wished.
Except he wasn’t doing as Domina wished.
George’s touch was too careful, too soft. His concern for Julia’s comfort was noble, but that was not why the couple had hired her. That was not why they were here, in her dungeon. They were here to experience everything the power of submission could show them. She would help them do just that.
~
Julia felt George’s hands on her shoulders, not quite pinning her back, but holding her firmly. In front of her, Domina dragged her long nails down the front of her dress, pulling it open as she did so. The clamps on her nipples were new to her. She and George had never tried them. The sensation was strange at first, but she didn’t experience any pain… until Domina pulled on the chain.
Julia gasped. Her nipples felt like they had been flicked mercilessly. She realised she now longed for George’s hands caressing her. She longed for his tender touch on her skin, his fingers lovingly running over her breasts. Now it was just the torture that she felt.
She closed her eyes. “Just breathe,” she reminded herself. “Just breathe.”
Another taut pull on the chain. This time, she was ready. Along with the slight pain she felt a well of pleasure building inside her. Like someone was simultaneously sucking on her nipple and biting it at the same time.
“It’s exquisite,” she thought.
~
As George softly pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps between Julia’s two breasts, Domina used just her fingernails to pinch the tip of Julia’s nipple that extended beyond the clamp’s rubber tip. The shock was easily seen on Julia’s face. She pinched harder. Julia’s nipples were elongated and swollen. Her chest was glistening with sweat. Domina moved George to the side, and tugged more firmly on the chains. Julia’s knees began to waver. Still, she didn’t allow more than a small gasp to escape her lips. Domina watched Julia carefully for any signs of giving in. She had to admit, Julia was performing quite well as a submissive.
Domina dragged her nails down over the tops of Julia’s breasts, tendrils of torment in their own right. She untied the top of Julia’s dress and slid the sheer red fabric back and forth over the tender nubs, caressing her breasts.
Pain, with pleasure… that was the key.
Domina caught Julia’s stare. Her eyes were determined, her breath more confident. Domina knew that look. It was the look of someone who thinks they won a victory. Domina smiled slowly. She would allow Julia to think just that. Because being overly confident was the fastest way to stumble.
And stumble, she would.
No one could be the perfect submissive on their first visit to the dungeon.
Domina removed the clamps, and pushed Julia to her knees. It was time for her next lesson.
~
They undressed her slowly. George and Domina worked together, peeling Julia’s dress down her gorgeous body. Domina knelt behind her, unhooked her garter, and ran her fingers over the soft skin of her bottom. With each touch, Julia’s knees grew more unsteady, the heat between her legs washing over her. George moved behind her and cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly in his powerful hands—more firmly than before. Was he already growing stronger from the power of the dungeon? Was Julia now going to be forced to submit to not just Domina, but to George?
It seemed so.
Domina stood. She walked over to her wall of toys and retrieved a length of rope, then turned back to Julia. Without a word, Julia lowered her arms behind her back. She knew what was being asked of her.
The pounding of Julia’s heart was nearly audible as Domina wove the rope around her soft skin, binding Julia’s wrists together behind her back. Domina took her time, making sure the ropes were properly secured while George caressed Julia’s body. His hands moved over her hips, her belly, and between her legs. She longed to lean forward and press her lips to his, to taste his familiar kiss, but she remained motionless.
Captive.
George moved his hands back over Julia’s breasts, caressing her swollen nipples. Julia shuddered, but maintained her silence. Julia knew if Domina chose to stimulate her nipples now, it would be far more intense after being in the clamps. For now, Domina only focused on binding her. She brought the rope around Julia’s chest, then looped it around her back, making a crisscross pattern between Julia’s breasts. Domina cinched the rope tighter until Julia’s breasts were taut and firm. Now, the ropes were finally in place. Julia’s arms were bound tightly behind her back, her breasts fully encased by the ropes. She could not escape. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.
Julia looked at George, watching her from a few feet away. The man she trusted with all her heart was her only sense of comfort in the dimly lit underground dungeon. He made no effort to smile, or reassure her. He stood watching as Domina tested the bonds once again, making certain they were secure. Julia couldn’t move so much as an inch. Attempting to escape was futile.
Except she didn’t want to escape.
She wanted to be touched. She wanted to be tormented, and teased, and pleasured beyond belief. She wanted dominatrix sex. Her body yearned for it. This is what they had come here to experience, and she was ready… or so she believed.
~
Julia’s eyes trailed over the array of whips, paddles, and toys on the wall. Before they entered the dungeon, they had briefly discussed which of the elements of pleasure would be used in their session, but she had forgotten everything they had talked about. “Whatever you think is best,” she had replied. Now, she wished she had been a bit more specific. Some of the whips… they looked like they could make a grown man cry.
She was certain they could, in fact.
That was what it was all about, wasn’t it? The idea that any toy or whip or paddle could be used for pleasure, or for pain… that was the unknowing… the very concept of BDSM that she longed to experience. With George, Julia knew he would never paddle her or spank her harder than she could take. She truly had no idea what Domina was capable of doing. She had no idea what sort of pain she was capable of administering… or equally as formidable—what type of pleasure. Julia could be teased and tormented and denied her orgasm for hours, if Domina so chose. Julia didn’t think that was the case, but just as with the toys, it was the idea that it could happen that kept her pulse racing.
It was exhilarating.
And they hadn’t even begun.
Another rope was placed around Julia’s arms above the elbows. This one was tighter, and wrapped around her arms several times. Domina brought the rope over the top of her shoulders, forming a harness. George continued to caress her hips and stomach, then pushed his fingers between her wet lips, rubbing her pussy.
Julia was dripping with anticipation. She ached for the release of an orgasm, but knew it was not to be… not for a long time.
George’s touch grew more forceful. He slapped the lips of Julia’s pussy with his bare hand. She shuddered. Her clit was burning. She longed for George to bury his cock inside her, but that was off limits, for now. Julia was realising the true power of BDSM… craving a release so intensely, yet being denied that avenue of pleasure. That was why the moment Domina slipped a strapon dildo over her leather suit and placed it in a harness, Julia resolved to do anything that was asked of her. She knew she would be required to suck on the dildo as if it were a real cock. She would. She would suck on anything placed between her lips in the hopes of pleasing her mistress in order that she might be allowed any sort of release. The agony of her arousal was too much to bear. That, was the true torture.
Domina secured the dildo in place then quietly gave the command.
“Kneel.”
Julia lowered to her knees. The strapon was thrust in front of her face. She opened her mouth and began to suck on it. Lightly, at first, then she felt George’s hands on her neck and the back of her shoulders, pushing her down onto the rubber cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider, shutting off one sense for the other. She tasted the dildo, swirling her tongue around its cold hard tip and teasing her mouth all around it as if she were really giving pleasure to Domina. Except she longed for the texture of George’s cock, and to taste his warm, hard flesh between her lips.
This time, she wasn’t denied her wish.
Domina released her and unzipped George’s trousers. She worked his cock out, and Julia took him in her mouth. It was not the tender sucking of foreplay. It was not softly licking and caressing her lover’s cock with her lips and tongue in preparation of him entering her. Domina pushed her head down, holding Julia hostage in front of George. Julia understood. She was to pleasure her lover’s cock without stopping, for as long as her Domina wished.
George remained motionless, his body flexed, his muscles taut as Julia wrapped her lips around his shaft. She sucked him as deeply as she could down her throat. She gagged, and kept going, lavishing his tight balls with her tongue, staring up at him in what she hoped was the perfect submissive look. Domina moved her head back to her dildo. Julia didn’t stop sucking. Up and down, her lips moved, consuming the fake cock, then back to George’s real cock. Whenever she tried to catch her breath, Domina’s hand was on her, pushing her back down. She was their plaything. Her mouth was merely an orifice of pleasure… and her only job was to pleasure her masters.
She was learning to be a true submissive.
Domina stroked George’s cock, then fed his full length to Julia. She pushed Julia’s head down until every inch of George’s thick shaft was buried between her lips. Julia gagged. She had never given head in this manner. She had never dreamed she was capable of pleasuring her lover so completely. Yet, she was beginning to understand she had held this power all along. When she dared a gaze into her captors’ eyes, she understood. Domina didn’t respond, but George did. Julia could see the lust, and the pleasure she was providing him. It was intoxicating, knowing she was capable of giving such pleasure with nothing but her tongue and lips, unable to even touch his body with her arms tied behind her back.
Just as Julia was losing herself in her newfound confidence, Domina pulled away. Julia’s eyes flicked upward, following the rattling from the chains dangling high above them. Her breath vanished.
The chains were being lowered.
There was so much more to come.

It had been a stroke of genius bringing the polaroid camera last night. Though I doubt I’d ever forget the experience with full explosive high-definition sensations seared into my memory.
It was Ridge that had thought of it, my stud. He’d passed it to my husband without me knowing and I’d startled the first time it had gone off while Ridge peeled away my clothing right in front of Carl.
It had been an alien yet familiar sound—wearing a blindfold does that—makes every other sense heightened so the familiar dives into the surreal.
I’d peeked over the top of my blindfold and smiled when I recognised the device, a quick glimpse of my new lover sent the sparks of anticipation coursing through my body straight to my clit.
Fuck, he was hot. More than hot, he was oozing sex appeal from every pore and I was glad I’d snatched a look. I’d quickly flicked my gaze to Carl just as last-minute jitters caught me off guard, and was thrilled to see him staring at me with his jaw set hard and a raw look of lust flashing across his expression.
Jesus, even if the sex with Ridge had been terrible, the look on my husband’s face let me know I was in for the fuck of my life later when the ‘bull’ was gone.

And now, as I lift the little square photographs, I get to see the action anew—from the perspective of my husband. So I know there’s no doubt about what a good show we put on for him.
I lie back into the deep crisp bedding and stare at the images one by one. My face twisted in rapture—head thrown back in ecstasy as my fingers twist into his hair as he eats my desperate pussy. And my god, it was fucking ravenous for him. I’d never felt wetter or more accommodating. He curled his thick digits deep inside and I remember every bump and twist as he flicked his tongue expertly over my straining clit.
I’d had to push him off me several times. I’m not one for edging—impatience usually causing me to take what my body needs quickly, but this was for my husband’s pleasure not just mine and I intended to make it last.
The same way I’m resisting reaching to my ravenous cunt right now. I’m still tender, lips swollen and bruising shading my inner thighs like badges of honour. I haven’t even showered or wiped away the two men’s come from last night.
Carls mingling with Ridge’s after he’d left. The sensation had been so fucking different and so fucking hot. That glide and drag of another man’s spunk coating his dick as he fucked me drove me, and him it seems, absolutely wild.
I pick another photo, this time it’s me riding him, a shot from behind, filthy rude as his cock stretches out the entrance of my pussy and the sight of my tight arsehole above, smeared with juices all glistening and enticing. How Carl didn’t just take me there and then, I don’t know—I would have welcomed it. Two cocks. The ultimate filling, so raw and deep. I could have taken them both easily.
The thought of being doubly penetrated is almost too much and I want to reach down and fuck myself silly, but still, I resist. I buck my hips into the bedding, wrapping my legs into the duvet and letting the corner of that photo run over my nipple which tightens hard.
Ah yes, I imagine what would be more satisfying—feeling my lover’s dick in my pussy while my husband plunders my arse, two cocks sliding past each other through the thin internal walls… or… two thick dicks squeezed into my cunt, stretching me beyond myself while I rise to the challenge of taking them in. What would feel better for them as I draw them up and wrap myself around them both?
I love the thought of both my holes being filled, ravished, but then, two men’s spunk dripping from my spent pussy as I lie sated and used also sounds pretty appealing…
I’m almost coming into the bedsheets as I imagine these scenes. I want to feel the press of a thumb at my anus, the sound of saliva being spit onto it then smeared in, pushing, pulsing until at last it breaches my tight ring and enters, hinting at the promise of something thicker and meatier to come.
A sweat has broken out on my forehead and I choose another photo before I orgasm too quickly. I want to savour this. Carl is away trying to find us coffee and pastries, but I fantasise that he has been thinking of the exact same scenario as I have and has gone to knock on Ridge’s door… invite him back for round two.
My fingers dance across the selection on the pristine white cover and I close my eyes and pick one at random.
Oh my god, I certainly hadn’t seen this! Bear in mind I was blindfolded throughout and only imagined what Carl might be doing as he watched… but here I have an image bearing witness to exactly what. I’d been hoping he might drag out his thick heavy cock and fist his fingers around it as we fucked right in front of him. I hadn’t been brave enough to ask last night but here, in full colour, I have the photographic evidence that he indeed did just that.
The tip of his straining bell end sparkles with a glob of precum and takes centre stage as the blurred out naked bodies of us fucking acts as a sexy backdrop to the scene. It is beyond hot and I’m actually quivering with need now. I almost place the photo down and reach for my pussy but instead, I throw off the covers and drag the image down over my torso, gently scraping the flesh with the edges as I go, right down to the puff of hair at my mound and tease the fibres, sending chills up and down my spine.
So he did love it as much as I did. The thought of Carl playing with himself during the live show has truly sent me spiralling to another erotic realm.
I pull myself out again, edging my thoughts as well as my orgasms.
I try to put myself back to when this was all just a fantasy, a half conversation after watching some erotic porn.
“Have you ever heard of hotwives?” My husband had asked me and I’d playfully cuffed him.
“Shut up, I am a hot wife,” I’d replied and pouted, enjoying the afterglow of a good rough fuck while watching the exact same actions on screen. Only this time, he’d chosen a scene with a voyeur which had made me wetter than hell. He’d teased me mercilessly when he’d plunged his fingers into my slit and found me dripping wet as we’d watched someone watching the onscreen sex.
“Obviously…” He’d nuzzled into that space behind my ear that had me melting and pretty much agreeing to whatever he’d be proposing. Not that it was in any way forced, I love sexy adventures as much as he does but he’d never mentioned bringing another man into our bedroom before.
“But a hotwife is something different…”
“Oh yeah?” I swooned and sank further into pleasure as he nibbled my neck and made tiny nips down to my shoulder.
“Yeah…”
“Go on,” I urged as his hard on grew and started to press into my hip, I grabbed it quickly and squeezed when he hesitated. “I said, do tell…”
A hotwife is a wife who takes lovers and reports back to her stag… her husband.”
I remember blushing so hard and so hot that he guessed right away that this was something I’d fantasised over before but I just didn’t know it had a name.
I tried to disguise my enthusiasm by batting it back to him. “Wait, so you want to share me?”
He kept nuzzling at my neck as I milked his rock-hard dick and he reached to my breast and thumbed my nipple roughly.
“Yes.” It was more of a low deep growl than a word and my cunt absolutely liquefied at the admission.
From then on it was our go to fantasy, quickly getting us in the mood for sex whether it was a quickie before bed or a saucy meet up at lunch time in my office bathroom, but we fuelled many a fuck with the idea of me being his hotwife.
It took much longer to actually set it up. Nerves, and worries like—is this really for us? Will it break what we’ve got when what we’ve got is Oh So Good?
Honestly, by the way my thighs are rubbing together and my heart is ready to burst with the overwhelming joy of having shared something incredible with someone I love, I can honestly say it’s the best thing we’ve ever done.
And judging by the way my husband’s erect cock features so prominently in so many of the photos, I’d say he definitely feels the same.
Should I keep edging myself so I’m absolutely wild for him when he comes back, or am I just his insatiable impatient little slut and should just give myself what I seek.
I quickly take my phone out from under my pillow and ping him a text.
Get the fuck home, I need cock.
And before he can reply, the urge to come is surging through my very soul. Fuck, I need it. I need it right now.
I open my legs wide and plunge my fingers down to the soaking wet furnace between. My cunt is convulsing already as I thrust three fingers in deep without preamble. It’s almost enough… I buck my hips up to meet every pulse, gripping tighter, rubbing harder. My stomach hollows and flutters in rhythm with my breaths and I grab onto my tit, pinching hard at the puckering nub of my nipple. Bolts of electric pain shoot straight to my clit and I pull, and let go, repeating over and over as my orgasm builds.
Both cocks in one hole, I decide and fold my pinkie into my palm to push in and stretch myself out, spreading my knuckles once they are inside. That’s it, FUCK that’s it.
Two glorious slippery wet cocks sliding past one another, I’d take them. My fingers curve and I press the tips into the front wall of my vagina, the heel pad of my thumb firmly kneading my clit and mound.
Holy fucking shit if only the door would open right now and Carl and Ridge stepped through to see me in such a wanton slutty state, hair stuck to my lipstick smeared face. Mouth contorted in rapture. Who would whip out their cock the quickest? Who would ram it home to the hilt, using and fucking me raw first?
I’m sure it would be the most glorious draw. In fact, I’d insist on it.
Carl would be lying beneath me, my legs straddling his hips, cock poised at my eager entrance, Ridge would be kneeling behind, dick in hand guiding it to the same point. No need for lube, I’m fucking swimming in my own juices and it makes them even harder to see me so desperate.
I’d even count them down.
“You ready boys?” I’d say, licking my lips, “Three… two… one…”
And they’d below out a fierce primal roar, both impaling me at once, my cunt opening up to swallow them in, stretched beyond myself, I’d become my pussy, embracing, pulsing, grabbing, fucking.
“Harder,” I’d growl and they’d grit their teeth and ram deeper, finding their own rhythm as they moved. “Eat me up,” I’d say and each man would bite down on my shoulder, pinning me with his teeth and sucking and licking me into a frenzy.
I’m just sweat now—sweat and love juice merging together as we writhe and twist in the sheets.
And then, the strangest thing happens… A light pierces out from my heart and engulfs us all in white hot lust, and we fall through space together, suspended by pure blistering pleasure. Our souls collide and we three are one, and then I crash back into my body.
My hand is jammed deep in my own twitching shuddering snatch, legs spread wide and I’m shrieking out as my orgasm tears through the fragments of my soul.
I hold as still as I can, muscles tensed up and I eke out the tiniest last drops of my climax, the aftershocks coming again and again until I’m utterly wrung out. I let my body unwind and fall back into the bedding, taking a replenishing breath to slow my shuddering cells.
Well, my goodness, I’m actually giving a nervous giggle at what just happened. I’ve never, and I mean, ever had such an intense wank as that before. I don’t even like the word wank but I can’t think of any other word to describe what I just did to myself.
It was amazing. My midnight memories have completely satisfied every desire.
And now, as I hear the doorlatch open, I realise I am absolutely starving.
“Somebody’s been working up an appetite.” Carl grins as he hands me a croissant straight from the bag, not even bothering with a plate.
“I’ll get crumbs everywhere!” I say, launching the pastry into my mouth.
He chuckles and hands me a coffee and I gratefully take a gulp.
The combination of coffee and croissant is heavenly and cram more in, no thoughts of being polite.
“I bet you wouldn’t be so greedy if Ridge were still here…” he says a cheeky look on his face.
“I bet I fucking would,” I say before I realise the words have left my lips.
“Oh really?” He cocks his eyebrow and for a split second my heart races at the thought that Ridge might actually still be here, watching us this time. I pause, croissant poised, pastry flaking off and look quickly around the room. I’m suddenly very shy and unsure of myself and I don’t know why. I put it down to post orgasmic drop and low blood sugar. I certainly was full of bravado just seconds before…
“Is he…” I glance around the room again, a strange mix of nerves and excitement filling my chest, “is he still here?”
Carl takes the coffee and croissant from me and places them on the side table and stands at the foot of the bed shucking off his shoes and unbuckling his belt.
“What would you do if I said yes?” His voice is like gravel as he pulls the leather belt off through the loops and pulls his jeans down over his hips. His cock falls out thick and heavy, bobbing as he kneels on the bed causing the mattress to dip with his bulk. “What would you say if I told you he’s been here all morning watching your slutty ways…”
I gasp and lurch forward dragging the sheets to cover my nakedness and search wildly around the room for any sign. My mind is in turmoil but my pussy is flooding with need.
“I think you’d like that very much, you attention seeking little hotwife…”
My breath is held high in my chest as he makes his advance up the bed, pushing me back into the covers as he continues.
“Yes, you’d fucking love it.” He takes my arms and pins them above my head, nibbling and licking at my neck then down to my breasts, suckling at each one in turn, pulling the nipples to long teats and letting them smart back into place. He lifts his head. “And I wonder what you’d do if you scrolled through my messages to see pictures sent to me this morning of my slutty wife fucking herself silly in all kinds of depraved and lustful ways…”
“Carl, what?” This is too much! Ridge has been spying on me? I go into panic mode, but it’s a thrilled kind of panic, where I know it’s not true but oh the horror if it was… but then, this is also mixed up with the deepest wish that he was telling the truth and Ridge would reveal himself and climb up onto the bed just like in my fantasy…
“Shhh, it’s ok,” Carl coos, he knows exactly what I’m thinking and soothes the worry from me. Adjusting his position, he pushes my leg up so I’m under him, legs spread, wet fiery pussy open and ready. He stares at me and sinks his cock in, sighing out a laden breath as he reaches maximum depth. My pussy juice eases his way as he starts gently rocking in and out, taking his weight on his hands so he can look right into me. “It’s ok, next time…” His eyes widen and like that, he is coming inside me. The idea obviously having crossed his mind that his sexy hotwife is up for more than he first thought has tipped him over the edge.
“Really?” I say trying to keep the tremble of excitement in my voice steady as I conjure the scene of being doubly penetrated again and wrap my legs tight around my very, very sexy husband.
“I think that can be arranged.” He sinks his full weight on to me before rolling off and picking up some of the photos.
“In fact,” he says, studying the one of his own magnificent cock, “I’m sure of it…”
The End

Our kink is probably not a standard one. Or maybe I’m wrong. After all, most people put something on their heads now and then, don’t they? Well, I like hats—all kinds of hats—and they are definitely at the centre of our sex fantasies. The first time I met Ridge I was wearing a two-gallon Stetson—an original Made In Texas beauty and very authentic.
I will never forget what he said to me. It was a glorious Autumn afternoon and I was sitting in Richmond park finishing my lunch break. I work around the corner for an estate agent and was daydreaming really when I heard a very deep voice behind me say,
“Howdy partner, mind if I join you?”
Looking up I saw Ridge. Well, I didn’t need to think twice. He was hot with a capital H. So I shimmied along the bench a little and patted the space beside me. He asked me where I got my hat from and we started chatting.
He invited me to his flat for dinner and requested I wear the Stetson. It turned out well. We ate and drank an extreme amount then he fucked me over the side of the Dallas-style sofa saying I was Sue Ellen and he was my JR. It was so raw and hot.
We pretty much became an item straight away. We were crazy for each other, a hot couple fucking each other when ever we could. Working on the oil rigs means he is usually gone for one or two weeks at a time. On his return, he’d call me up and we’d arrange to meet.
“Wear a hat.”
Always his main request. But that was fine because I had a whole cupboard full.
I remember a really hot date when we met at a West End wine bar. I was wearing a slinky pencil skirt, tight jacket and a beret. His eyes nearly came out on stalks when he saw me. I was really pleased with myself. But not as chuffed as he was, trying out his pidgin French, as he slipped a hand along my thigh to feel for the stocking top.
“Votre béret est chaud.”
We hadn’t even left the restaurant at that point. In fact, we only made it to his car, which was parked in a dark alley. He pulled my skirt up, panties down, and pushed me onto the bonnet, muttering what sounded like French dirty words. Then, he slapped my bum a couple of times before shafting me until my beret came flying off in the commotion. We both laughed. That’s one of Ridge’s great traits, he can always see the funny side of anything.
While shopping one Saturday, I couldn’t believe my luck when I came across a mariner’s cap in a vintage shop. You know the type, a low peak with a braided pattern around the middle. It was a really great price and in good condition too. I bought it on the spot. Ridge loved it, saying it set my eyes off a treat. And for me, it was so comfortable.
Caps, in general, are very handy. If your hair isn’t looking great when you get up in the morning, it’s easy to tie it back, slam on the cap and a little make-up and—I am not kidding—within minutes you’re looking sexy and ready for anything.
When I told Ridge what the style of cap was called, he began one of his elaborate tales. Joking that I was a stowaway on his ship who was discovered by a crew of sex-starved sailors. Warming to the idea, he pressed on with the story, his voice growing husky. Lips close to my ear, he explained that my punishment for stowing myself away on their men-only vessel, was I had to fuck every one of them or I’d be thrown overboard. Being the captain, however, Ridge would pull rank and put a stop to this—allowing him to claim me for his own use.
The nautical fantasy would continue. He’d take me to his cabin, strip me naked and tie my hands and feet to his small cot-bed. Lighting candles he would go on to inspect me. Checking, my mouth, cunt and anus were all clean. Next would be grooming. My pubic hair would be shaved and rubbed with the ‘finest whale oil’. Then I would squirm and squeal as he drizzled candle wax over my nipples and along a line down my tummy towards my slit. Spying the fear in my eyes he would stop just shy of my clit. Instead, he’d replace the wax with his tongue. Lubricating me liberally with his saliva before releasing his beastly member and taking what was now his.
Phew! It has to be said all this role play made us both hot and damp so of course, his tale advanced into the practical mode as he lifted me on to the kitchen island, telling me if I didn’t do as he wanted, I’d have to walk the plank.
“I’ll be a good gal, Captain.” I love a hot fantasy.
I laid back. Pulling me to the side of the surface his cock was just the right height for him to fuck me right where he stood. Taking his time to watch his thrusts he pummelled my pussy over and over to the lusty rhythm of the sea shanty he was chanting in a hoarse baritone voice.
At other times he’d make up a scene where we would be fucking for the first time—and I had to keep the cap on—or perhaps the captain would make me do a ‘leave your hat on’ striptease. Ridge has such an imagination. I am certain he will write a book one day.
As our relationship became more serious my hats and I moved into his flat. Ridge sorted out an American-style walk-in closet for all my clothes, with four shelves allocated just for my headwear. When we were apart for a few weeks I’d always miss him. Sometimes I would open up his wardrobe and smell his clothes or use a dab of his aftershave. And of course, when he came home our passions ran high. During such reunions, all the hats had an outing and all my holes were filled.
When he announced his next contract was in Alaska—meaning three long months of separation—we both felt a little downhearted. I couldn’t imagine how I was going to get by for twelve whole weeks without sex. For Ridge, however, that was always just part of the job; the price that every roughneck pays.
I swore I’d be true while he was gone and invested in a few more sex toys. He said all he needed was his hand and imagination. But then he changed his mind.
“You know what would be nice, Peaky?”
Since I bought the cap this had become my nickname.
“If I run you a nice bubble bath with candles?” I whispered. That was one of his favourite things. I would perch on the floor and play with his cock while he soaped himself.
“Yeah, that would be good Jen, but I’m thinking about when I’m away next. I’d love a sexy video of you. Something I could watch on my phone when I’m alone and feeling horny.”
“Wha’dya mean, me dancing seductively?”
He used to ask me to do that when he was tired and relaxing.
“Na. I was thinking more like—we film you going down on me.” He looked me up and down, slowly. “Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Get your arse over here gal.”
As I knelt in front of him, he faced fucked me in double quick time.
After discussing the idea in full he explained he wanted it to be a special movie. Slow and sensual. Like a soft porn film really.
“I dunno if I’d be happy doing it naked though, Ridge. What if someone else accidentally got hold of it?”
So we agreed I’d be dressed and he insisted I wear the mariner’s cap as well.
One thing I adore is Ridge’s cock. It is just—perfect. I think I suffer from penis worship. Well, I certainly can’t get enough of his. I really enjoy giving him a blowjob as it is my BIG chance to take control of him and see the pleasure on his face. When we have the time, I take it really slow. Wind him up until he can’t hold back any more and explodes all over my mouth or face. That’s what we decided the film would capture. A centrepiece from our real sex life. Something we both love to be involved in and take our time with. Just thinking about going down on him makes my cunt clench and I sometimes think I could orgasm simply by sucking his cock. It turns me on that much.
So the home movie-making day arrives. We set up the camera and snuggle together on the sofa, kissing and touching, just a little to get us in the mood. When I push record and settle in front of him, I can see his cock already straining to be out for a turn in the limelight. I slowly undo his shirt caressing his stomach and chest. He has a really fit body. He’s toned and ripped. With energy to burn and time on their hands, most roughnecks spend a few evenings in the gym taking out their many frustrations on the equipment.
While I undo his belt, he watches me intently. At this moment it really feels like the first time, perhaps because I’m more than a little aware of the camera. I try not to stumble over the buttons and trouser zip. Once that challenge has been conquered, I massage his hardness through his boxers until he can bear it no longer and whips them down along with the trousers. Now I have all the access I need.
I shower his tummy with some flash kisses then take his cock into the warmth of my mouth for the first, slow taste. The skin is wonderful against my lips. I can smell the familiar aroma that is uniquely his.
I work on the shaft, pressing my lips and licking the swollen tip. Almost teasing. I am giving him head but I never forget the value of a few handy stokes to move the rhythm on. Covering the glistening knob with each jerk.
Ridge is large—I can only fit so much of his sex in my mouth—but I try my hardest for him, opening my throat to let him drive as deep as he wants. Sometimes when he face-fucks me I nearly choke. But a blowjob is different. It is about him receiving the pleasure, not merely taking it.
Then I cradle his balls, squeezing and sucking them. He really gets off on this and strokes my back but I can tell he doesn’t want to interrupt my flow. I know what I am doing. I know how to please him. Working my hand and mouth together in unison for the best effect, the most stimulation.
The mariner’s cap tips down over my brow but even though he can’t see my face clearly the camera can. This is for Ridge’s pleasure—not just for now but more so for the future when he watches the recording. I wonder how many times he will replay this very scene? The thought brings me back to his cock and I redouble my efforts—let’s make this one to remember.
This cap, above all others, compliments my look so well. I’m Ridge’s very own sex goddess. Clasping the root of his dick I quickly thrust my head up and down. My lips pursed, the muscles in them creating friction as the blood rushes to his pleasure zone making it rigid and unyielding. At moments like this, I’d like to discard my panties, put my Stetson on and ride him back to the ranch. But this is not about me, so instead, I caress his dick and slightly twist the skin exerting pressure on the knob.
He holds his breath in anticipation of what is coming next and I remind myself again that we are creating a film—a personal porn classic he will be watching on those long nights without me. I need to make eye contact so as I lick and manipulate his length I stare straight into the camera. When he watches this, I want him to see the intensity and enjoyment in my eyes. For me, there is only him and the need to make him happy.
Ridge lays his head back. Perhaps gone into the world of his imagination but knowing I am the one here giving him what he wants. Delivering. I tease the end with a few flicks of my tongue. From past experience, I’ve realised that area is the most sensitive part of his organ. Then a little tug of his balls with my teeth—excited that all this action is being captured for eternity.
It’s obvious to me he can’t possibly hold out much longer—he’s ready. The blood is pulsing through his veins and I speed up my movements. It’s such a buzz having this level of control over his body. I can almost hear his heart beating faster.
Glancing up at his face I see the veins bulge on his forehead and I taste the spurting juice before I hear his moans. Staring straight into the lens I let some dribble from my lips. This turns him on so much. I imagine him watching it alone and I expect this would be the moment when he’ll spurt into his fist, knowing I took it all in my mouth because I love him so. But I don’t stop there, not wanting to waste any I continue and suck up every last drop of this tasty treat as he smiles down at me

I have several small tattoos on my ass, one of which is the shape and colour of a lipstick kiss. As it’s my newest one, I didn’t think Marvin had seen it before. He was full of compliments for my tattoos and my bubble butt.
I could feel myself getting more excited as I flaunted my body in front of the webcam. Marvin was typing instructions, telling me what he wanted to see, and admiring my assets. This drove home the power of my attractiveness. My slit grew slippery, and my tits began to tingle with electric sensations. I wanted to reveal more, to show off and make his cock so hard it ached.
“The show’s only just begun,” I purred as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic sides of my thong panties.
I shucked them off my hips in one fluid motion. I knew this gave Marvin a great view of my ass cheeks, which parted briefly as I bent to grab them. Holding the thong against my naked mound, I slowly turned again to face the webcam. I tried not to rush things—it was always fun to make the punters beg.
“Sylvia, please show me your pussy.”
Bingo! Marvin was so polite, it made me smile, plus it made me hot.
“I’d love to watch you play with yourself.” His fingers flew over the keyboard.
“I’ll bet you would,” I said, and with a pouty smile, I whisked away the sheer lace panties.
Now Marvin could feast his eyes on my naked slit, freshly waxed the day before. Under his close scrutiny, I couldn’t conceal my body’s enthusiasm for our interaction. My labia had grown plump and my clit was rising to the occasion.
“Of course, you can watch me play,” I smiled into the lens. “I was hoping you would ask me. I’ve felt horny all day, looking forward to our call.”
I reached past the computer screen to pick up a dildo. It was my current favourite, another gift a client had picked off my wish list. It was about the size of an average penis, a beautiful, curved sex toy made of black silicone. It had a gilt-edged hole in the handle, which I liked because it could easily be gripped, even when my hands were sticky with lube or slippery with my own juices.
“Shall I use this?” I asked Marvin coquettishly. To seal the deal, I ran my tongue over its bulbous tip, then inserted it into my mouth.
I wasn’t faking it, on calls like this, I genuinely longed for stimulation. So I sucked on that dildo like the man was standing before me, offering me his erect cock. My cheeks drew in, and my mouth became awash with saliva as I rubbed the toy on my warm, responsive tongue.
“I wish it was me there, with my cock in your mouth,” he typed.
“So do I, baby,” I nodded in full agreement.
My pussy had grown slick with juices, so every teasing touch on my nipples with the tip of the toy sent thrilling jolts of sensation to my puffy nether lips. With no reason to delay, I began to massage the black cock substitute around and against my slit, making sure to rub my clit at the top of the motion. Each time I drove the gadget lower, I pressed a little inwards so that its curved tip would slip inside my channel on every downward thrust.
I was sitting on the chair with my legs parted. Unfortunately, Marvin could not see how my pussy was blossoming around the toy that was bringing me such pleasure. The camera was not angled low enough, but he could watch my face. I had to ensure that all my pleasure, and the building arousal, showed in my expressions. I needed to convey, via the sighs and gasps that escaped my mouth, how my ministrations with that silicone cock drove my body ever higher up the gradient of lust with every parry and thrust.
It was always a power trip to know that I was responsible for building passion in someone else’s body, just as fast and effectively as I was with my own. I liked to be vocal. I wanted my mewls and gasps to help him along. I wanted Marvin to feel my moans like shocks to his gut as he gripped his cock in hand and pumped up and down. My eyes fluttered shut to better picture him; perhaps he was using a sleeve to enhance sensation, as he stroked.
“Keep your eyes open; please look at me.” Marvin typed.
Of course, how could I have forgotten how dynamic eye contact could be in camgirl sex?
“I wish you were here, touching me this way,” I told him truthfully as I stared into the camera while I fucked myself with the dildo.
“Can you see how wet I am? You make me this way.”
It was true. My thighs were glossy with swipes of my aromatic juices. I plunged the device in and out, ploughing my furrow, excavating my tight hole before I drew it out to lick off my cream. On the monitor, I watched myself fellate its black silicone length, a sight which made the excitement gush out of me.
“That’s right, give me everything you’ve got.”
I liked that Marvin was asserting himself; it thrilled me when he issued commands. I pressed the toy inside my pussy and simultaneously rubbed tight circles against the bud of my clit. Starbursts of sensation broke over me, driving me wild. I kept massaging myself that way as I withdrew the dildo to drag it across my tongue. The tang of my fluids was familiar and welcome.
“Fuck yourself, doggy style,” Marvin typed.
What my voyeur wanted, my voyeur got. I stood on slightly wobbly legs and turned my back to the camera to put on my show. My stance was wide, and I bent at the waist, resting one hand on the back of the chair. I reached behind myself to press the dildo against my pussy, where it slid home without resistance. My eager channel drew it inside.
I turned my head to look at the monitor, and enjoyed the sight of the black silicone disappearing inside the gape of my greedy cunt. I saw what Marvin was seeing. When fully inserted, the dildo’s curved tip began to nudge my g-spot and make me see stars in the very best way.
“It’s so hot when you look at me over your shoulder,” Marvin told me.
“Put your hands on my waist,” I encouraged him.
I was taking charge of this virtual fuck. Marvin needed to know that. I dipped my back to tilt my butt for easier access, then drove the dildo home for several deep thrusts. I was really loving how the toy was making me feel; ripples of sensation in my channel and a tautness in my body meant my climax was creeping up.
“I’m close to cumming,” I gasped, hoping to urge Marvin towards the finish line too.
When he didn’t reply, it was my cue to delay my own gratification. So I withdrew the toy and began to fellate it, taking it in my mouth slowly, sensuously. I conveyed as much need and pleasure using my face as I could.
I deep-throated that dildo like an Olympian. My mouth was sloppy, and my tongue was agile. I made Marvin wish his dick was that toy, and with my eyes, I told him I imagined he was.
“You taste good baby,” I purred, “I could suck you dry.”
“I’m nearly there Sylvia,” he managed to type, “I want to cum with you.”
“I want that too. Ride me hard!” I exclaimed.
I kept looking over my shoulder at him as I reached back, resuming how I fucked my pussy from behind. With each thrust, I added a little jiggle, my G-spot was fizzing with enthusiasm and my pleasure built towards a crescendo… then it let fly. My whole body spasmed with bliss, big waves and smaller pulses. I thrummed around the toy. My walls tightened to throb, and I almost pulled it in.
I gasped my release, breathing deeply until my head spun. Finally, all the tension left my body, and I drooped over the chair like a flower denied water. But I’m a professional, so I soon straightened up to finish by letting Marvin watch me suck my juices off the dildo.
“That was awesome Sylvia,” he gushed, “you’re the best.”
“I hope you came, big Marvin. I’ll bet you’ve decorated halfway up your chest with spurts of jizz! Maybe next time you can come on my tits.”
I smiled at him widely. “Thank you, my superfan.”
“Thank you Sylvia, as always.” He signed off. Then the connection blinked out. Marvin was gone.
My throat was dry, and I could taste my own sweet pussy. I took a mouthful of Prosecco, now nearer room temperature than I liked. As I switched off my laptop, I speculated whether Marianne was awake. I wandered to the fridge and topped up my glass; then I headed towards the bedroom.
My girl owed me for my skilled cunnilingus this afternoon, and I was sure, Marianne could drag another orgasm out of me, with her gentle persuasion.
*
Marvin looked at Sylvia, who was his idea of complete perfection, a goddess. He’d been obsessed with her since he first stumbled across her camgirl sex profile two years ago. She was called Margot then, and he was as drawn to her exotic accent as he was to her gorgeous body. She was lean and toned, and her high, firm breasts made his mouth water to lick and nibble them. Of course, if they ever met in real life, he would lavish her boobs with tons of attention.
He looked forward to their weekly webcam sessions—expensive, but Sylvia was so worth it.
Sylvia started off their sessions dressed, as did he, stroking himself lightly through the fabric of his boxer shorts until a damp patch began to form. As she’d stripped, he’d wriggled his underwear past his hips, exposing himself. Marvin had no illusions that he could stop traffic the way the beautiful woman before him on the screen would, but for this moment in time, she was all his.
Watching Sylvia’s flirtatious undulations already had him making quite a sticky mess around his straining cock. His precum was drooling over his knuckles as he grasped his manhood and tugged upwards.
His cock almost jumped in his fist when she swiped the lacy fabric aside. To see every inch of Sylvia naked and on display for his delectation made Marvin’s heart pound. His veins strained as blood thundered around his body, cramming into his firm manhood until it ached and his balls tightened. What he wouldn’t have given, at that moment, to feel Sylvia’s slender fingers stroking up and down his shaft. He shuddered with excitement from simply imagining her silky touch.
Marvin could hardly believe it when he saw that the toy she’d selected for the camgirl sex was the one he had purchased for her. Another expensive but very shrewd investment! This was what made Sylvia / Marlene / whatever she chose to call herself so special. She paid attention to her fans—she was accessible. Marvin liked to imagine she was his mistress, that they were separated only by miles, but she was always thinking of him. First, Sylvia had chosen the underwear set he favoured and now the dildo he had bought for her, proving they had a connection.
Marvin typed that he wanted to watch Sylvia touch herself, to view her masturbating with the dildo.
Marvin took his attention away from the screen for a moment to fasten clamps onto his puckered nipples. Then grasped his manhood to resume pleasuring himself with long, firm strokes. To his delight, Sylvia was thoroughly involved with the toy… his toy. Her sensual movements had him almost hypnotised. His arousal was peaking, but he was desperate to string out the experience. He hadn’t typed an instruction for a while. He was too lost in admiration and excitement, watching Sylvia’s pussy widen at the toy’s intrusion, how it dragged eagerly against its silicone dimensions.
Marvin couldn’t hold off much longer, not now he’d started to use a silky black stocking with which to stroke himself. He liked to imagine it was one of Sylvia’s; that she had peeled it off and dropped it in his lap. It added a new dimension to his self-pleasure because the gossamer touch of it felt alien and exciting against his throbbing flesh. Although Sylvia wasn’t in the same room to touch him, the stocking added the feminine attributes of delicacy and hidden strength when he wrapped it around his member and moved it within his grip.
He thrust his hips with renewed urgency, making grunting noises as he watched his dream woman bend over and do as he asked. If she was before him in person, he’d fuck her good. His groin would be thrusting against hers, his heated flesh slapping against her peachy backside while his balls swung like a pendulum.
Raw passion surged in Marvin’s veins. His cock had never been so hard; his balls felt fit to burst with creamy tribute for his favourite girl.
He watched as she shuddered and twitched around the dildo, coating it with her slick juices, and he could hold back no longer.
Jerking with delight, Marvin flopped back on the bed in his room with his legs splayed out, decorating himself with viscous streaks of cum.
As he stared at the now blank computer screen, he smeared his hands over his sticky torso down to his cock. One final dribble oozed from his slit, evidence of his lustful devotion to Sylvia.
The End

He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a submissive.
An assertive man by day, moving his way around a boardroom with all the prowess and cunning of a wolverine. His thick, ripped body and gorgeous smooth skin made every part of her ache. But not in the way most people would assume. He could command attention alongside any fellow CEO in the finance field, yes, but for her… for her, he was an obedient little toy.
No one at the company knew how they spent their nights. Him bare and in cuffs. Her in lingerie and heels, flogger or whip in hand. It broke every rule of HR. But what is the point of rules if you never break them?
This was Alexis’s real work.
To everyone else, she was merely the head of Human Resources. To those in the industry with influence, to those who mattered, who controlled the ways of the world, however, she was the magic worker who made powerful men truly successful.
She unearthed their particular sexual proclivities and leveraged them to create strong, fearless leaders fully in touch with themselves and their bodies. Free of shame and insecurity. She fashioned the real men, not the self-entitled boys who happened to have money but carried a sense of arrogance and a deep lack of true confidence along with it that we so often see these days.
And her bank account reflected that.
A capitalist Cyprian.
One damned good at her job.
And tonight was no different. Aarron had arrived already, liberating himself from his suit and reclining on the plush bed of her studio. She was a professional, after all. They couldn’t have these blindfolded sex sessions happening in her day office. He’d waved his hand, of course, making others jump to attention as he’d spent money to furnish a private room for their meetings. It was sleek, modern, and bore the hallmarks of his aesthetic.
Alexis paused for a moment, checking the snaps of her garters before flicking her gaze up to meet him. Her Adonis, with his thick cock proudly on display. His, in turn, danced across her tall, lithe body. He licked his lips, hungry, eager. Tension crackled between them in galvanised air as she reached for the blindfold resting by his side.
“Have you been a good boy for me?” she spoke, straightening the black satin gloves on her arms. Leaning in, she closed a bit of the distance between them. A smile hung on her mouth. One that said, don’t keep me waiting.
“Yes, Miss,” his deep voice replied, wrapping around her body like velvet.
“Good.”
She worked the blindfold over his close-shaven head, gently affixing it in place. Men like Aarron made her job a dream. They were all filthy rich indeed, but not all were as fucking gorgeous. It made these nights all the more enjoyable to wield power over someone as pleasing to the eye as he.
It made the ache in her cunt borderline divine.
Her fingers flitted across Aarron’s cheeks and traced his plush mouth before ghosting hers against his. God, she could suck on those lips for hours. Every part of her yearned to kiss him. But not yet.
Crawling up beside him, she pressed gently against his shoulders. “Lie back for me,” she whispered, helping him recline his large body and get comfortable. Theirs wasn’t a relationship built on extolling suffering and pain. But of mutual need and worship. This is what spoke to him, what fuelled him to lead.
She placed his arms above his head as she straddled his body. His fat, hardening cock rested in the crook of his hip. So warm against her inner thighs. Lust burned inside her. The need to sink down on it and feel the stretch of his girth grew steadily.
But she wanted to have fun first. To tease and play with her immaculate sub.
Opening the cuffs at the head of the bed, one by one, she fastened his wrists down. The only sound between them was the soft squeak of pleather and his breathing as it grew shorter, shallower, in anticipation. She ghosted her touch over his body. Hairless and smooth, like an exquisite marble statue. A blank canvas to touch, to feel, to create on.
The most gorgeous of sighs drifted from him as the satin of her gloves teased over his bare armpits and down to his hardened nipples. Delicious little treats she couldn’t wait to taste.
Those muscles of his felt almost holy beneath her touch. Taut. Thick. Corded. And every other adjective that made her clit swell. She buried her face in his skin, inhaling. Spicy and woodsy. Her teasing was a feast of the senses. He sighed deeply, pulling against one of the cuffs.
“Are you coming undone so quickly tonight?” A chuckle escaped her. “We’ve barely begun.”
“Sorry, Miss. It’s been a hell of a week.”
She trailed wet kisses up his chest, then drew her hot tongue over his mouth. “It has, hasn’t it? But you need to learn patience.”
He licked his lips, as if any taste of her, even a pale one, was sustenance his body needed.
Silence descended between them once more as she cupped his face, taking to licking him like a cat to milk. Each and every stroke of her tongue was met with a kiss of his gratitude. She then deepened the embrace, opening her mouth to fully sup from his as they exchanged kisses.
Her hands wandered again, caressing and appraising.
Then, his nipple was melting against her tongue. Lick. Lick. Suck. His breath shuddered and shook as she worked the sensitive nub before moving to the second. So succulent and sweet. But merely an appetiser to the main course.
She trailed a finger up the length of his hard cock. Thick. Mouthwatering. Those sighs of his went up an octave as she smirked. Around the tip and back down, only to repeat in a tortuous loop. The soft, sleekness of her gloves was one of his weaknesses. Lace. Satin. Silk. Any delicate, velvety fabric drove him positively wild. She’d found that out early on in their relationship.
His sighs and gasps rippled his abs as his stomach rose and fell with each breath, with each touch and stroke.
“How bad do you want it?”
“So fucking bad, Mistress.”
Straddling him once again, she rocked her hips against his cock, letting him feel the growing warmth of her pussy. “You need to earn it.” Alexis laughed softly and tightened the cuffs on his wrists. Gently, she lowered her bra as she towered above. She rocked her hips and fondled her breasts, enjoying the sensations his body gave. And the power denying him sent through her veins.
Soon, their mouths met once more, drinking from each other. She ghosted her diamond-hard nipples over his expansive chest. Sighs drifted off her tongue. Aarron swallowed each and every one like his continued existence depended on them. Such a good boy. Such a good, sweet boy. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra as she continued to dry hump him. No moment together would ever be wasted. His dick felt too wonderful to stop. The rim was too delightful against her tumescent clit, even through her knickers.
Alexis dangled the bra over his face, giving him even more sensory input. She delighted in how tactile a lover he was. And playing to his senses was a joy for her. Some nights, that meant wax play, hot and sticky, her body growing wetter with every whimper. Other nights, it meant impact play, floggers caressing and slapping his skin. Or nights like this one, with blindfolds and fabrics to tease and taunt.
He’d even bought this lingerie set, offering it to her like a holy gift only after christening its black lace and mesh with his own cock. She’d found polaroids of the panties wrapped around his thick dick tucked away inside the box. Even as a submissive, he sought to mark his territory as much as be marked.
And tonight was her turn.
She lifted up slightly, hovering a breast over his plump mouth. Immediately, he took to pleasuring her, suckling like a good boy. Alexis wasn’t new to this. She’d had other men, some even as powerful as Aarron, under her sway. Each and everyone needed to suckle, needed to feed those inner mommy issues. To be nurtured and take off the heavy burden of being a leader.
He was no different.
A crown, no matter how affluent, becomes heavy once worn for long.
All the stress of deals and trades, or bad press and scandal—no matter how unfounded—was fissure after fissure in his armour. He, like the others, needed a safe place to escape into, craved solace, in order to function at their optimum.
Breasts gave way to lips as their mouths met again. This time, hungrier, more passionate. His strong, wet tongue made her weak. Breath left her in exhales. The heat of his dick snuggled nicely against the gusset of her knickers.
“Today was hard. For all of us,” she spoke softly. “We nearly lost fifty mil when that factory scandal broke headlines.” She kept moving atop him, growing wetter by the second. “What if I just took my frustration out on you and then left you here? Hmm? Left you to think about how to fix this mess…”
This taunting wasn’t meant to punish him. But to keep him strong. Keep his mind focused on only striving for the best in his company. His legacy was at stake every single day. And he only found true relief under her rule.
“Whatever you think is best, ma’am.”
Her tongue invaded his mouth again. Kissing turned fevered, ravenous. She crawled off him, reaching up under her garter to remove her knickers. Balling them up, she shoved them into his mouth.
“That’s right. It is whatever I want, isn’t it?” Her gloved hand wrapped around his hard cock and stroked him gently, gaze locked on his face. Every wince, every muffled moan, every jerk of his hands against the restraints were offerings laid at her feet.
She commanded him.
She was the power behind the throne.
Her fist moved faster, precome soaking into her gloves. And then, all at once, it stopped. He whimpered. She yanked the knickers from his mouth and devoured his lips. The chill air of the expansive room licked at her exposed cunt. Reaching back, she massaged her needy clit. He swallowed each moan as she warmed herself.
But it wasn’t enough.
She needed it hot and wet.
And every queen deserved a throne.
Crawling up over his face, she rested her pretty pussy against his mouth. Those plump lips and scorching tongue of his had her eyes fluttering. She rocked her hips and fucked his face. His wet slurping sounds made her nipples ache. Fuck. That tongue of his flicked against her sensitive nub, working so hard to earn his own release. She gripped the chain between his wrists and held on, bucking her hips like a cowgirl on a steer.
Divine heat burst in her solar plexus, melting down as she met her release. She didn’t give herself much respite, however, as she moved down and straddled his cock. Every ripple, every vein, could be felt against her spit- and cum-soaked folds.
“You feel that? You feel how fucking wet you made me?” She drank in his shudders and moans. “Bet you’re dying for me to wrap you up inside. Hmm?”
Leaning over, she brushed her nipples down his body and caressed his hips. But now, even she was growing too impatient. She needed him inside her, one way or another. With her tongue, Alexis drew a long stroke up his cock.
“You want me to suck it?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“What do we say?”
“Fuck…” he moaned. “Please, Miss. Please, suck me.”
She smirked and enveloped his throbbing dick. Her mouth worked magic in tandem with her fist, sucking and stroking, her gaze never leaving him. There was something so fucking intoxicating about having a rich, powerful man’s cock in your mouth. It held them more at your mercy than a pussy ever could.
She took him deeper, flexing the gifts of her throat. The filthy sound of her gagging filled the space between them. He gave up another offering, a deep, guttural mewl of ecstatic suffering. If she kept this torture up, he’d spill his seed in no time.
That just wouldn’t do.
She went back to long, slow licks, bathing his length in spit as she worked the gloves off her fingers. His breathing evened back out with her slower machinations. They were always so beautiful coming down off an edge.
“This is only a mere respite.” She smiled.
Once her gloves were discarded, she snaked her body up. His breath hitched as her bare skin grazed his sensitive cock. She traced the rim of his mouth. So gorgeous. So full and soft. But soon, her fingers pushed in, molesting his tongue as she pulled off his blindfold.
As soon as those dazzling brown eyes took her in, she crashed their mouths together. Intense. Starving. So fucking aroused for one another. He fought against the restraints. She merely smirked and rocked her body against his big dick. She, too, could mark territory. And she wanted every inch of him to smell like her.
Once satisfied, she sat up, placing his cock between her thighs as if it was her own.
“Look at that.” Her fist stroked it as she snickered condescendingly. “Look how pretty my cock is. I can’t wait to fucking use it.” She teased a little more before lifting up and sinking down. Her drenched pussy opened to every inch of him.
His breath stuttered from his lungs.
She moved slowly at first, just enjoying the sheer size of him, the feeling of every vein against the bareness of her walls. But soon, that cunt grew greedy. She reached back, grabbing her ass cheeks as she bounced atop him.
He lifted up, pulling against the cuffs that held him prone.
“Oh, poor baby.” She cooed. “You want out of those, don’t you?”
“Please. I need to touch you.”
As soon as he was freed, he reached out to grab her, stopping just in time. “May I?”
“What a good boy.” She took hold of her hands and placed them on her ass. “Now, you may.”
His touch traversed her body. His mouth wrapped around her nipple, sucking as he held her still and pistoned his hips up into her. That fat cock slammed into her deepest parts. Speech left as she fought to find words. Furiously, she rubbed herself as she met her second release of the evening.
Reaching back, she slipped him from her snug warmth, smearing his against her soaked folds. A momentary break as their mouths devoured one another.
“You’ve been so patient tonight.”
She repositioned, straddling him reverse cowgirl. He placed kisses along her spine as she sank back down. As she bounced, he reached around, finding her clit. What a good fucking boy he was. Always thinking about her pleasure over his own. Those strong arms of his lifted her, slamming her body back down and giving the perfect depth.
Their moans commingled with the slapping din of skin.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on his thick, meaty thighs.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Every inch of him had her wild.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “Not too much for you, is it?”
“No, ma’am. This pussy is so good.”
She gripped his ankles, speeding up. “Better not come before I do,” she gritted out between clenched teeth. The wet slap of their bodies was so fucking sexy. Her pulse was racing from the sheer workout of riding him. Best exercise known to man. A sheen of sweat covered her body. Then she slowed down, languidly rolling her hips.
Aarron grunted. “You’re killing me.”
“You poor thing.” She repositioned to squatting, bracing back on his chest as she started bouncing again.
He gripped her ass. “Uh-huh, yeah, use me.”
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re just here for me to fuck.” Her ass shook with every jounce. “A big rich dildo.” Her breathing quickened as she spoke. So big, so thick. Stretching her out like he was made for her. Mm, yes. That slight bit of degradation was working for her. The delicious heat melted down from her spine. Her cunt squeezed his cock as she came.
“Thank you, Mistress. Ah, fuck.” He groaned deeply as he met his own release. His body jerked and squirmed beneath her.
She moved slowly, loving the feeling of his twitching cock and cum filling her up. Warm and thick. After rising off him, she gathered some on her fingers, loving how it looked against her wanton-red nails. She sucked her fingers clean, moaning softly. Dessert before dinner, how lovely.
Turning over, she reclined against his massive chest. His hand slipped up her back, tracing her spine. Their mouths met, still as voracious as before. But soon, she pulled back. A satisfied expression rested on his face.
“When you come into work tomorrow,” she spoke. “I want you to fuck over those reporters as hard as I just fucked you. Understood?”
He grinned. “Yes, Miss.”
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek and sat up, retightening the high ponytail atop her head. Her gaze stayed affixed on him, however. “Same time next week?”
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he stretched, flexing his muscles now they were finished. “On the dot.”
“And Aarron?” She stood, gathering the bra and knickers off the floor.
His large hand groped her ass. “Hmm?”
“Edge every day until then, but you’re not allowed release. Got it?”
He lit up, always loving her assignments as much as she did. They kept him focused and alert. “Understood, ma’am.”
“Now, let’s clean up and go grab a cocktail from Opium.” She leaned in for another kiss. “We can strategize your next move.”
“My treat.”
“Who else’s?” She winked over her shoulder as she walked towards the restroom.
The End