I needed to cum, and at that moment, I wasn’t above begging for it. “Please Emma, I need…” I never got the next word out because she slapped my ass again.
“You call me mistress.” She ordered.
I probably should have been angry with her for being so presumptuous, but I guess that I had told her that I got off on this stuff, and I wanted to continue. “Please mistress, I want…I need to…” I wanted to say that I needed to cum. I mean I was so horny that I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t cum, but it was hard for me to say it.
“You want what? You need what?”
I was trembling with my need. “Please, let me cum.” I finally said.
“Stand up.” Emma ordered.
I stood up and rubbed my sore ass.
“Take off your top. I want to see your whole body.”
I took off my top and bra and stood naked in front of my new next door neighbor.
“You want to cum?” She asked me.
“Yes” I whined. I could feel a drop of my juices slowly meandering its way down the inside of my thigh. It itched like a bitch so I moved my hand to wipe at it and she yelled at me.
“Keep your fucking hands away from that dirty pussy or I’ll hogtie you and leave you like that all fucking night.”
My hands dropped back to my sides, but I clamped my legs together tightly to stop the irritating feeling.
“If you want to cum, you’ll have to pledge your allegiance to me. You’ll have to agree to be my personal sex slave. You’ll have to agree to call me mistress. Agree to these demands, and I’ll give you the best orgasm that you have ever had.”
Well she sure had a lot of nerve. I mean this was my house, and all I had to do was kick her out, lock the door, and masturbate my way to a blockbuster orgasm. “I agree mistress.” I replied, my knees shaking from nerves. Then I realize that I won’t be able to do what she wants, I’m a married woman after all. So I try to reason with her “But when my husband comes home, I can’t.”
“Ah yes, you are married aren’t you. Well, in that case, you’ll have to be very careful. Tell me slave, what do you think your husband would do if he found out what you were doing right now? Would he be angry with you, or would he be turned on?”
I thought about it for a few seconds, wondering exactly what Dave would do. He was a man after all, and like all men he had fantasies, so maybe he would be angry at first but then when he thought about it, he would be turned on enough to… to what? Allow us to continue? Ask to join us for a threesome? Somehow I didn’t think so. I knew Dave well enough to know that he wouldn’t get over it. Some guys might, but not Dave, he was too straitlaced to allow it.
I looked Emma in the eye and said “I think he would leave me, probably file for divorce and leave me destitute. He loves me, but I don’t think he could forgive me if he found out.”
“We’ll have to make sure that he doesn’t find out then. You can keep a secret can’t you?”
“I…I don’t know…I guess so.” I haltingly answered. In truth, I was a terrible liar and keeping a secret was not my strong suit, but my marriage depended on it, so I would do it.
“Good…So, you want to cum then, right?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Sit down and spread your legs.”
I gingerly sat down, wincing in pain and moaning. Emma walked seductively toward me and ended with one foot on the sofa between my legs, her knee in front of my face..
“If you want me to allow you to cum, you must beg for it.” She said.
I swallowed hard, my eyes following her thigh and landing on her pussy. The rest of the conversation was like stroke book 101. “Please mistress, will you help me cum?”
“Huh, you can do a lot better than that.”
“Puh please, I need it so bad mistress. I’m so horny. Please help me.”
“Tell me how much of a slut you are. Tell me about how wet your dirty pussy is.”
“I’m such a slut mistress and my pussy is so wet. Please mistress, I need it so bad.”
“Put your fingers in your pussy slut, and tell me how wet your cunt is.”
I slid two fingers deep into my silky hot cauldron. “It’s dripping wet mistress. I’m soaked.” And it wasn’t a lie, I was gonna need a mop if this continued.
“Take your fingers out and put them in your mouth.”
My fingers made a squelching noise when I pulled them out and when I brought them up to look at them, they were coated in a milky white cream. If I hadn’t been so horny, I probably would have thought it was disgusting, but instead, my mouth watered and I quickly shoved both fingers in and licked the sticky mess off. Hell, I had already had pissy panties and Emma’s pussy lips in my mouth, what was so bad about my own pussy juices.
Emma kneeled down in front of me, then leaned her face in close to my heated pussy. I was sure that she was going to finally lick me, but she put her nose in close and breathed in loudly.
“Mmm, I love the smell of horny cunt.” She said looking up at me and winking. At that moment in time, I thought she was the most beautiful, sexy vixen on the planet and I wanted her so badly. I watched her smile, open her mouth, and stick her long tongue out. My whole body was trembling from excitement as the tip of her tongue grazed my lips. Forgetting about my sore posterior, I slid forward in an attempt to push my vagina onto her tongue, but she backed up, then wagged her finger at me, telling me not to do that.
I sat still and waited for Emma to move forward again and begin licking me. She was taking her sweet time and obviously enjoying making me sweat. I so wanted to grab her hair and yank her into my pussy like she did to me, but that would completely blow the whole submissive vibe I had going, and I was kinda liking that.
When she finally started to lick me again, I held my breath as she slowly pushed me closer to orgasm. Then she stopped again, making me whimper and I had to control the urge to snap at her.
“What do you have for toys?” She asked me.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I honestly was taken by surprise when she asked that and didn’t know what she was asking.
“Vibrators, dildos, double dongs, anal plugs, butterflies, rabbits, bullets, what do you have for toys?”
“Oh, uh well I…” Okay let me just say that I do have a few toys, but I’ve always been very self conscious of my toys and I was rather embarrassed to show her. I could feel my face turning red as I blushed furiously.
“You do have at least a fucking vibrator don’t you?” She asked, seeming aggravated that I wasn’t answering her.
“Um I…” I was flustered and my shame was evident on my face.
Emma stood up and walked away down the hall. I sat up in confusion, wondering if I had done something to piss her off. I watched as she swung open the spare room door, flipped on the light, then shut it off and moved on to the next door which was the master bedroom. She swung the door open, flipped on the light, and walked into the room. At that point I quickly jumped to my feet and rushed down the hallway to my bedroom.
As I went around the corner into my room, Emma was going through my husband’s dresser, pawing through the top drawer.
“What are you doing?” I yelped, and rushed around the bed to pull her away.
Emma spun around just before I could get to her and put her finger up in front of my face. “I asked you a question and I’m still waiting for an answer. If you can’t show me where you keep your toys, I’ll dig around until I find them.” She turned back to the dresser and opened the second drawer.