M2...

Marylou fences the strange afternoon as a daydream. At times, energized by a demanding heat between her legs, the dream erupts into her reality and coerces her in front of the mirror for a rapid, exacting masturbation. Her mind replays the acquisition of the large object and the lingerie set, hiding deep into her closet while her fingers rub her silky chasm. Her mind fills with a snapshot of her, bending to offer her swollen interiors to Sir James dildo, She relishes in the waves of the extreme orgasm triggered. From those activities, Maxim, her husband, inherits a moist place, which origins stay in the dark. His lack of curiosity angered her but the state of her pussy does not allow any resistance to his assault. Nothing can protect her soft sex from his hard tool. Plunging into the warmth, created by Sir James encounter, satisfies his aching cock, without awakening his curiosity. He does question the origin of her obvious excitation without challenging her first line of explanation: the children going away. His oblivion and the weight of the lie anger her. If only he pushed her into telling the truth. She would happily deliver the whole story. In contrast, Suzan, her best friend, avidly discusses the afternoon and its consequences. One of those times the call of vacuum, during masturbation, overtook her reluctance for instruments. The wide volume pushes against rarely stimulated and quite sensitive area of her flesh. Soon a series of frenetic and exhausting orgasms washes on her shore. This night, she stood her ground protecting her sex from her husband. He yelled at her for denying him access to her wet treasure. The following morning, one month after their meeting, Marylou resolve breaks down. Sex had entered her life. She wanted it. She called upon James to find him hesitant to renew their relation. He doubts her ability to withstand the heavy trials on her modesty that a relationship with him would impose. Can she take it? Would she show up in the underwear he had selected for her? How about serving tea naked for him and his friends? Would she bring the dildo? In simple talk, she convinces him of her will to adjust to his fancy.

The following Wednesday a young lady, in her mid twenties, opens the door of a down town apartment for Marylou:

"Good afternoon Curly bush. I'm Mistress Kelly. Will you strip for me?"

"Well Miss, I don't think so. I came to visit Sir James"

"I'm Mistress Kelly for you. He tasked me with your readiness. Didn't you made a pact with him?"

"I'd rather wait till he comes."

"Curly bush, his underwear hug your skin and his dildo lay in your bag!"

"Can't I wait for him outside?"

"I will call him when you are suitable. You will greet him at the door fully compromised. Out with your yellow low cut teddy and assorted flimsy panties."

"How can I undress for a young person like you?"

"Well Curly bush, suit yourself and call again another time."

"Wait Mistress Kelly, please, I'm so embarrassed. You look so fresh and young. My own flesh cannot support the comparison."

"Honey, stop babbling and strip. Show me your beauty. I like your face. I'm dying for more of you. James descriptions of your charms made me drool."

"Please Mistress Kelly give me some time."

"I can't stand your dress anymore. Either your dress goes in the closet away from you or you go away in it."

Pestering her for the consequences of the easy banter on the phone with Sir James, Marylou cave in, untying clumsily her cleavage's first button.

"See, honey, you can do it."

Marylou trembling fingers disengaged the two portions of her dress until it parted on all its length. A yellow corset molded her thin waist. Bra cups, supporting her curvaceous breast from under, left the inside of each boob completely exposed. Between her thighs, a lacy thin triangle floated on top of her mound. Kelly loud playful show of approval exasperated the stripper. Speechless and crimson Marylou froze, fighting an impulse to run away from the situation.

"Well, honey, you look fabulous, no surprise Sir James picked you up. Relax or you will not last long here."

The compliment warmed Marylou' heart. Casually, Marylou grabbed the sides of the dress to move it over her shoulder. Medium sized hardened brown tits, contrasting a paler areola, peeked above the sustaining fabric. The pressure of Kelly's gaze frightened Marylou. She abruptly moved the dress around to cover her indecent front.

"Relax honey, take it easy. Don't make such a drama of showing your tits!"

"I feel so self conscious."

"Hangers in the closet, sweetie pie."

Clinging to her dress, Marylou turned around to grab a hanger, offering to Kelly's delight her elastic and well proportionate camber trimmed with fancy laces. Panties lines halved each ass cheeks, crisscrossing in the middle of the attractive plateau joining bottom and thigh. The line of her crack showed under the translucent fabric. Goose bump sprinkled the naked part of her back roundness.

Kelly's fingers tenderly trailed the panties border all the way from the hips to the junction point. The goose bumps agitated like grass in the wind. The light touch thunders all over Marylou guts. The dress fells on the floor. Crouching down Marylou pick it up, hanged it and turned around avoiding any pose stressing her feminity.

Playful, Kelly fixed her gaze on the sexy panties front, under which strayed some wild black hairs. The comical and tender O shape of Kelly's mouth alleviated a little bit of Marylou cringe. Smiling broadly Kelly said in a warm voice:

"Honey you are a kill. How mistaken of you to fear the comparison! Give it heart. Relax; the spot, developing at the right place, tells it all."

Marylou, unconscious of any wetness, could not discern any irony, nor would she dare check it out for herself. Kelly stood gorging on the erected nipple dotting her breast. Kelly's fingers light pinching established a link with her sex, calling awareness to the warmth developing there. Guilty and feeling stupid, Marylou ignored her assault.

"Quite perky and pleasant to watch. Don't pretext fear to keep those under wrap, my dear."

Quite absently Marylou answered:

"Thank you, Mistress Kelly."

"I'm told to get you out of your panties before proceeding."

The silence between them grew heavy. Kelly scrutiny embarrassed Marylou. The sparkle bewitching the game with Sir James missed there. Something made the scene despicable. Unable to handle the pressure, she crossed her arms around her bosom.

"Whoa we got a shy one there! Sir James evoked that possibility. Follow me inside."

Kelly propped herself in an armchair. Embarrassed, unsure about the forces keeping her here, Marylou frets in the middle of the room, arms hugging her bosom.

"Now, let's have a little chat. Sir James expected our encounter to challenge your modesty. It may be too much for you. I'm not Sir James. I'm his closest associate and I do carry an original personality but you do it for him. Look at me and think of him."

The voice original richness calls Marylou attention on Kelly's vibrant blue eyes, sensual naturally red mouth, large nose, round cheeks and beautiful skin. Kelly body position expressed talent and attractiveness. Kelly's uniqueness and the pressure in her lower belly burst into Marylou focus. Kelly perceived the change his spirit.

"Now relax, stop this ridiculous protection, and talk to me."

Marylou hands' fall, revealed the fullness of her bosom.

"Mistress Kelly, I expected Sir James not a young woman. I'm scared. I'm attracted. Could you tell me more about the game?"

"Sir James and I share our submissive. We consider adding you to our stable. For married people, nothing goes beyond hand touch until spousal consent. No male flesh will penetrate you until your husband agrees, whatever demand we make on your aspect."

"My husband will never agree to this!"

"It happened."

"Why would he?"

"Pussy power, my dear."

"That interest him but seeing me now would enrage him."

"I say not. This sale works as soon as we find the right way for your couple."

"If he knew he would kill me."

"Skip the prepacked emotions. A wife pussy, well wielded, opens husbands’ heart. One must guess his needs. Leveraging female pull, against their husbands want, got a lot of couples going. Without his participation we would fail miserably to create a long term mutually beneficial relationship."

"What does a submissive do?"

"An array of domestic and personal services in an atmosphere of nudity, strict obedience, sexual bliss and punishment acceptance. The peculiar depends on people. We will own one evening of your week, one-week end of your month and one week of your year. We may ask some extra once in a while. We strongly encourage you to stay with your husband the rest of the time."

"Can you be more specific?"

"Standing for our talk showed due respect. Movement in arms, legs and shoulders call attentions on your feminity and fills your womanly shape with charm and mellowness. Keep your knees apart and loose the panties, then you will prepare tea for three in the kitchen. One that uses her eyes will have no question. Is it specific enough?"

"Yes, Mistress Kelly."

"Yes, that it's! Play with your arms. Touch your black hair. Advertise your gorgeous shoulders. Nothing beats a well tended breast moving under gracious shoulders. You got it honey; your bust vitality reaches the extremity of your tits. Don't forget the glorious design of your thigh. You are going to make it. I have no doubt now."

Giving him to the game, Marylou exposed a playful expression to push down, teasingly, the last object of contention with Kelly. Her raw forest of wild and dense pubic hairs elicited a frown from a quite aroused Kelly.

"You never groomed your pussy! Well today we will live with it. You must at least trim it. Come closer my dear let me touch my prize."

Crimson and sweating Marylou stopped, legs parted, on the edge of Kelly's armchair. Kelly fingers trailed the slippery gully between her legs up to the starting point of her depth, spreading thick cream on her pubic hair. Surprised and shamed by the electricity, generated on the contact's path, Marylou, stoically, resisted her natural impulse to withdraw.

Kelly hands advanced between her tight to grab the fullness between her ass cheek before retreating to stimulate her clit between thumb and forefinger. Swept in a wave of sensations, Marylou, moaning with want, bent her knees.

Kelly indulged her unpronounced request until the glistening opening of Marylou deep appeared below the puffed up rosy labia. Removing her touch Kelly said to the ruffled woman:

"You are definitely compromised. Time to get ready for tea. You will open the door when it rings."

Marylou obedient turn toward the kitchen produced a magnificent view of her camber and round ass, sandwiched between the colorful stocking tops and the helm of her corset. Acutely aware of her unprotected intimate part Marylou set the boiler on the stove and pulls the needed utensil.

The free movement of her breast and the air running along her pussy colors weirdly the chores. Unlike in the shop where indecent exposure concerned her, she fears the unknown limits to her new Master power. Her inability to resist compromising demands questions all her past attitude.

Mulling in her head the extend of obedience, sexual availability and punishment expecting her, she recalls the amazing speed of her submission. Things already reached much beyond playful teasing. Where could she draw limits?

The door rings. She rushes, expecting sir James. A total stranger appears behind the door. Her arms jump to cover her most private parts. He smiles, unmoved by her aspect and say:

"Hello Curly bush, I'm Wilbur, don't be shy, you look great."

Mouth open and wordless, she froze, one arm clutched to her breasts and one palm protecting her legs junction. He upped his shoulders adding

"As the first man to meet you naked, I will claim full right in time, my dear."

and pushes through her to Kelly in the living room without surprise or demands.

She hesitates for a moment before the closet containing her dress. The call from her swollen lower belly overcame her reluctance. The phone promises proved quite distressing to fulfill. Crimson all over her body she traverses the living room, expecting a call from Kelly any time, eye to the floor until reaching the relative safety of the kitchen.

There she recovers some balance. She rushes when the door rings again, hiding behind the opening door. Sir James appearance jolt her heart beat. Engulfed in the expressiveness of his face and the depth of his yellow eyes, she absorbs her Master's features.

The cut of his nose and the complex shape of his mouth melt her. A slight irk, deepening on his expressive face, frighten her. He noticed the uncertainty. His voice warmed her.

"Good afternoon, what do you hide behind that door?"

"Nothing much, I'm so happy to see you Sir."

Marylou full beauty appearance, from behind the door, illuminated his eyes and the contour of his cheeks. He entered. She closes the door with relief. He scans her figure with desire. His gaze devours her face until her cheeks burns. She feels read like a book, her most intimate though exposed.

He follows with admiration her harmonious shoulder, caressing with his eyes the proudly enhanced upper curves of her breasts attach. His obvious attraction toward her beauty pacifies her doubts and a new burst inflames her lower belly. Her sex swells, almost painfully, from abundant wetness.

All her might desires him in her. His aura explains her inability to stop this relationship. His interest awakens the sleeping sexuality and moves her secret phantasm toward a central place in her existence. She plays with her long black hair, raising her elbow to enhance the curves of her breast.

His little boy happiness at her move reaches deep in her. His gaze sinks toward her belly. She pushes apart her knee to let him completely appreciate his effect on her, unconsciously calling him to her heat. He glares at her hips and the bulge of her tights, pulling a mix of frown and contentment when reaching her hairy venus mound. The tempered rejection of her trimming chills her. She cannot do anything about his frown.

"Curly bush, I'm so happy that you made it through Kelly demands and Wilbur surprise. Thank you, my dear."

He hugged her and tenderly kissed her cheek

"I did it for you, Sir."

His jacket's wool grating against her bare skin does not block her from relaxing in his embrace. Her nudity does not need explanation at this point. He holds her. He wants her. The warmth of his hands on her back, hovering over her buttock, explains it all.

Providing with grace, thanks to Kelly numerous suggestions, Sir James, Kelly and Wilbur with a cup of tea, some cookies and dramatic views, returned Marylou skin to a paler color and her heart to a reasonable beat.

Kelly's attentive voice, casually demanding specific stance or says, normalized her actions and her attire. Sir James heeding toward her shapes kindles her. His satisfaction, with the subtle exterior sign of her arousal and her hold on Kelly's suggestions, supports her choice, pushing away the voice of reason.

Regularly she comes back to the wide rod shaping itself under his pants' fabric. He notices with satisfaction her interest.

"Honey how have you been since our last encounter."

"Very well, thank you, Sir James."

"I remember pushing, quite easily, a large dildo up your cunt."

"Yes Sir, a puzzling memory."

"How about the instructions I gave you for home."

"The walk and home activity went as planned."

"Curly bush your body tells of abandon and your mouth spells resistance."

"Sir, I apologize. Stripping come easier to me than chatting freely about my sexual emotions."

"I remember that from our first day. Please my dear, put your hands on your head and try your best for me."

"Sir James, walking home with a full cunt requested a lot of determination. Finding my gait took a while. A slew of puzzling sensations animated my walk. Your questions about my pussy troubled my mind. I still cannot fathom the incredible speed, with which I lost my reason for you. The thing, rubbing deep inside, confirmed your reality. I did not even think of taking it off! I rushed to my room, removed my shoes and plop myself on the bed for an intense frigging, quickly culminating in a vigorous orgasm. Unfortunately the hour, past five and half, left little time before my husband arrival. Still I spent the next minutes giving me one last great explosion, mixing activity from my finger and shoves of your plastic. I showered to clean up the mess."

"Did your husband notice anything?"

"The fresh smell from the shower covered the previous kind!"

"What happened in bed?"

"I sleep nude. Nothing could hide the softness and wetness between my legs! Before joining him in bed, I feared inquiries about this extreme situation. I ended up angry from his lack of curiosity. He took it like a common fixture of our life! Still his attentions reanimated a pretty big fire. My crotch, greedily pushing against him, got his mouth down in the proper place. I love cunnilingus although, for some strange reason, I must be in the mood to let him. You sure got me there. His tongue danced on my clitoris until my all body got involved. At this point his ardent cock could not be ignored, although I missed the tongue. He fucked me on top while I fingered me for a great shared come."

"Did you ever came without some direct touch on your clitoris?"

"No, I don't believe I could."

"Well, it may happen under the proper circumstances."

"You could lead me there."

"If you hold on long enough, my dear."

"You are quite sure of yourself."

"You are quite wet!"

Marylou blushed all over.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Don't worry my dear. I'm aware of your efforts for me. I'm your catalyst. Nothing could be better, sweetie. How come you dragged that long before calling?"

"My pathetic attitude in the shop had to dim. Tomorrow, today ridicule will be unbearable."

"How come you called back then?"

"Blaring urges shake my body. When I used your silicone to masturbate, I could not let him take me after. We fought. I had to see you again. You seem like the only path to a solution."

"You did well, Curly bush, did you follow my instructions about the silicone?"

"Yes Sir."

"Let me place it where it belongs."

Marylou fetched the object from her bag. Strolling nude in the room, stun with arousal from his palpable desire, she playfully cradled the taxing object between her breasts while exchanging long, amorous glance with him. The lust advertised on his face trilled her. Surprised by her brazenness she responded actively to his expressions. Her reactions delighted him. He had not expected such an easy conversion.

"Sweetie, to encourage some specific posture for lusty ladies, we have assigned them names and hand sign. The first pose, called 'classic', value the upper body. Hands on your heads, breathe deeply and wave your shoulder. Very well, honey, now fan one foot forward and let the wave reach down there. Very talented, Always acknowledge compliments, turning around. Exquisite posture Honey."

"Thank you Sir"

"Slow down the turn, honey, your back side deserves it. A hand with the thumb upright gets you in the 'classic'. The 'proposal' fits the proper placement of the instrument you suggestively nurse in your cleavage. The forefinger up, a voluntary offensive choice, calls for it: turn around and bend your back, hands on your knees. Veeery well. Spread your legs wide. Push your ass up thinking about the fullness of your cleft. Your bottom trail makes quite a tempting sight from here, my pet. Work your camber up and down to attract the attention on your depth. Perfect. Now the final touch, turn your head. Look at me and smile. You got the 'proposal' my slut. Will you remember in the future?"

The annoyance from her body extreme disposition produced a doubt.

"Sir, why do you have to be so crude suddenly?"

"I choose. You follow. Some you find acceptable. Some you despise. You may understand in time. For now answer the question."

"I'm not sure what I will remember."

"What do you plan to forget my dear?"

"I'm grossly abused."

"Pain and humiliation helps memory. Our relation requires you to trust me for long time effects."

"I will remember."

"I bet you that one day you will volunteer the pose."

"I will be surprised."

"You think never but did you ever imagine willingly taking this pose?"

Her hurting neck, bent to watch him, and the obscenity of her pose settle any impulse to argue.

"No, Sir."

"One finger up will get you proposing as soon as possible. Stay right there, this gentleman will accept your proposition."

He attaches a belt to her waist. Soon the dildo pushes apart the sides of Marylou hungry cavity. Some strap maintains it in place. He suggests her to put her panties, still on the table, back on and get dressed. Sitting in an armchair, pussy full, she spontaneously severed her knees until the helm of her red dress reached her stocking tops.

"Delicious, my dear."

"Well Sir, your presence had become necessary. I hope you will not hurt me. Did I perform to your liking?"

"I meant exactly that. Kelly told you the main threads of submissiveness."

"The punishment acceptance term nags me."

"My pet, slaves accept the unacceptable from their Master. Don't you feel it at this very instant?"

"What kind of punishments do you have in mind?"

"When will you loose the habit to escape your Master questions?"

"Sorry, Sir. I reacted on impulse. I do accept the unacceptable."

"Thank you. To answer your question, punishments will be physical, my dear."

"You mean you will be hitting me?"

"Yes, that and some pinching too. We do have clear limits. Nobody wishes to damage your beauty."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes. We promised no blood, no damage and no marks beyond a week."

"Will you use instruments?"

"Yes."

"When would you punish me?"

"When I or Kelly decides to. If we choose well you will become a more agreeable company. Don't make such a face, you will understand the game in due time. As an example, your withdrawal reaction when opening the door to Wilbur could be base for mild punishment."

"I was surprised. I thought he was mistaken."

"That is no excuse. I have the right to surprise you."

"What if he had ring the wrong door?"

"He would have said sorry and gone away."

"I didn't know."

"Arguing with punishment call for a harsher one, another thing to remember."

"I will keep it in mind."

"You will never get comfortable with our extended powers. Opening the door nude contains a degree of surprise. Who will come through? Blushing is cute but protecting your beauty is a no, no. Sloppiness, rudeness or any annoying behavior will incite chastisement. Fortunately for you, we limit confirmation punishment to twice a year."

"What does it mean?"

"Confirmation punishment proves that you accept our right to abuse you. It does not sanction any mistake on your part. We got two run at it a year, only to feel allowed."

"So you could hurt me anytime for no reason except your whim twice a year."

"That's about it."

"It is not fair."

"True."

"How would you punish me?"

"As a matter of facts, slaves ends up accepting the whip eventually. The most persistent one denied her butt for a year and a half."

"I do not accept to be whipped."

"Nobody does in the beginning. No whipping happens until you ask for it. You will regret asking. It will be too late. I look forward to the tension of your cornered butt. I got an incredible rush from a nice butt trapped in a painful position."

"What's next for me?"

"You will be a panties slave, basically a maid in well defined attire."

"Like a French maid outfit?"

"Not exactly. You will wear a teddy exposing your nipples, assorted panties and stocking, plus your choice of garter or stocking tops, nothing else. Panties stay in place except to greet dominant or request to speak. We bought most of your needs already."

"I see."

"Women hands will move freely on accessible area of your body. You punishment will be time out."

"Which means?"

"If your Master decides to chastise you. He will join his fingers together. Will you remember the sign?"

"Yes Sir, I will."

"On clue, you get on all four and spread your leg wide."

"Do I have to give my consent now?"

"Without your consent we cannot proceed."

"I will do it."

"Do what, my dear."

"I will get down on all four, legs spreads if my Master whishes to punish me."

He formed the sign. Feeling utterly stupid, she extracted her body from the chair, turned around, kneeled on the floor, bend her back until her head rested on the carpet and spread her legs. He pushed the dress higher on her back. His finger sharpens her panties' crease insisting on her most sensitive outward spot. He holds the end of the dildo in his hand. She shivered.

"Thank you, honey."

He waited until she was back in her seat before pursuing.

"No free cock will be exposed in your presence as long as your spouse does not consent."

"My spouse will never consent. If he knew that I sit here, penetrated, listening quietly to your obscenities, he would divorce me immediately."

"Don't be overdramatic. Wet pussies influence husbands. His ungrateful reaping of the practical advantages of our encounter, already angering you, may provide some leverage. Push on it. Find his buttons. Make yourself attentive to his desire and when the key to his consent shows up, you will invite me for dinner. That day you will propose your pussy and he will help my cock to its first taste of your lustrousness. Then you will be my slave, which implies accepting spanking for punishment."

"I don't agree to be spanked."

"You will not be until your husband accept our relationship. Fucking you in your husband presence will make you my slave. I will claim my right on my slave bottom."

"I do not agree to be spanked."

"Don't invite me for dinner. Don't propose to me. Your precious bottom will be safe. If you do propose I will warm your butt when I choose. Nobody forces you to organize the dinner."

Silence came between them. Amused, Sir James looked at Marylou. Her body communicated a reluctant acceptation. She only needed to hide the decision from her own mind. He added:

"If you do what will happen?"

Embarrassed, Marylou acted like if she did not understand the question.

"Curly bush, quit acting stupid. Tell us your engagement."

"If and only if, I convince my husband to let you make love to me, I will become your slave. Slaves accept to be spanked but I do not."

A mix of deception and sadness appeared in his deep blue eyes.

"Then we will leave it there, my dear. You are not cut for it."

Her mouth fall and fear closes the light in her eyes.

"Please, Sir."

"No slave forbid her bottom to her Master."

"Couldn't we have a different relation?"

"I would not know how to do it. Would you?"

"No, I guess I have nothing else to propose. If you take me in front of my husband in my house, I will become your slave. Then you may spank me when you please."

"I look forward to it, honey."

"I cannot understand why do I do it."

"Your sex feels alive, my dear."

"I guess."

"Come here we will do a rehearsal. I will not spank you now. I will make sure you know your position."

Defeated she walked to him.

"Belly on my knees."

She curved herself around his thigh. He raises the dress and lowered the panties giving her bottom a quick pat.

"That's it. Go back to your seat."

He waited for her to readjust her clothing and get back in her chair before continuing.

"You are Kelly's panties slave until you convince your husband to endorse your submission. Call her to get your instructions. Trust her to create the moods I appreciate. I will not see you until you are ready."

"I thought you liked me."

"I do."

"Why can't I see you?"

He beamed pleasure from her request.

"Let's call it my choice. I'm devoured with envy for your pussy. I would fuck you immediately if it did not preclude any further relation. You have work to do before we can make love together. I whish you the best success in convincing your husband."

He stayed silent for a while, lost in thought.

"Can I make a request from you?"

"You haven't been shy until now."

"Curly bush, don't show off, answer the question."

"I will be honored to hear my Master request."

"Don't be sarcastic."

"Please ask."

"I'm cautious because this is something I usually do not do. Also I usually find it easier to wait for my new conquest readiness. Can you control your conjugal lovemaking?"

"Most of the time, although he may become quite angry if I'm denying for too long."

"I want you to do be very nice to him for one week and get him to please you the following."

"I reckon I can do that."

"You will leave a message on Mondays with the week program. Suck him and fuck him with all your heart, it will be my present to him."

"I'm not that found of sucking."

"Do it for me, my dear."

"I will try my best."

"My last picture of you will be of an orgasming female. Curly bush, ride the arm of your chair to relief. Let my envoy give you a taste of my power. Do not protest. You will leave when you are done without any more words."

She opened her mouth but suddenly her shoulders stooped and say instead:

"Yes, Master."

Enthralled, Marylou clenches her clitoris on the arm of the chair, one leg on each side. Holding one hand firmly on the chair she hump vigorously the soft material. The contact with her swollen sex fills the area with a multitude of light twitch. Her gaze stays on him. He encouraged her, seduced by the power of her gift. Her beauty revealed during her pleasure increase his need of her. He loves her expressions, particularly the extreme shapes of her eyes during her bliss. The ample movement of her camber reached her depth through the large dildo filling her. His face full of desire maddens her. Her breathing reflects the first steps of her path. The enthusiast compliments from her audience a new world. Suddenly she is there. Her orgasm clenched her stomach. Her throat joined her belly to shout along the powerful contraction rhythm. A short time after her long intense orgasm, she collects her will, stood and went with a last loving face to Sir James.

This evening, for the first time in their life, Maxim sucked Marylou on the living room couch. The scene had built up in her psyche since coming back home. This was her week. A shoulder less low cut top attracted the eyes to her cleavage. Her stocking tops occasionally flashes under her above the knee skirt. The attire turned him into putty in her hand. He evoked at dinner her attractive dressing as an aspect of her newfound sexual eagerness and she suggested using the living room for a change. He helped cleaning up the dinner table and she stationed herself on the couch. He rushed to neck her. The pleasantness of the contact leads her to casually ask him to go down on her. He pushed away her panties to access her engorged vulva. Suggestions improving the stimulation of the little bud and its surrounding flew effortlessly from her lips. Quite amazed at her capability to direct his task, Marylou traced on his hair the pattern her body called for. To her amazement his tongue followed. His eagerness for clues and her sudden ability to provide them surprised and delighted her. He had always needed them!

"Honey, Can you make your tongue a little bit harder?"

His stronger push against her pelvis did not match her expectation.

"No honey, don't squeeze harder. Make the tip of your tongue harder. Keep the touch itself light."

She had become fluent in rectifying his attentions! Before today she never dare amend his treatment of her clitoris nor tell him the absence of sensations on her tits. The ability, flowing directly from the pervert pleasure she took in obeying Sir James exacting requests, increased her gratitude for him. Her body buzzing multiplies when she imagined Sir James cock pounding in her. How to help Maxim accept her new Master's presence?

Maxime great ways, to replicate her moves on the tiny organ flattered her. Her moans and pelvis push increased a notch. His zeal flattered her. The willing patience of his tongue's strokes allowed complete abandon to his attention. The going responded beautifully to her expectations. She whished she could ask for Sir James dildo without creating a scene! She imagined her husband strong, pulsing cock, almost stopping him to take it in her hand. The fear that he would not get back in the actual situation blocked her. Her throat vibrated with regular grave stream of muffled ooooohhhh. The budding orgasm tensed her legs muscle. Tonight she will guide him to the right pressure during her coming, which had eluded him in the past. At time the touch, too light, let the orgasm subsidized before reaching full bloom and at other the harshness, on the tender place, nipped the explosion in the bud. She took control of her throat to instruct him on the spot:

"Darling I'm so close. Be extra attentive when I come, listen to my finger on your head. Go lighter when they move away and stronger when they push against you."

His full mouth did not allow a direct answer. The sensual stroke of his tongue proved the quality of their communication. Her legs crossed around his head pushing her calves on his hair to glue his lips to her sex. The first tingle chimed in her butt. Her throat roared. His tongue locked in a rewarding contact during the extensive convulsions of her full belly. She spasmed, sweating abundantly, clinging to his head. The contact, harmonious even during her crunching of his head, left her exquisitely exhausted. Maxim could give a lot if she asked. Did he like being instructed in her taste? Could boss him around help? His repeated interest for being dominated may have positive consequence. She regrets shielding away from it. In the warmth of their bed his throbbing cock invaded her wet cunt for a quick satisfaction. His way of doing it annoyed her and broke her promise to sir James; still she could not yet confront his dick rage. Slumber took her on the though of telling him tomorrow.

During the week Maxime adopted her suggestions without questions. Confronted with her distaste of penetration after a quenching orgasm, he apologized meekly for his unchecked rut, any fight gone from him. The throbbing of his cock, against her buttock, satisfied a deep craving when the scene repeated. Marylou played at whims with his cock enjoying the extravagant security of a wet pussy. Her freed feminity blooms in mischivieous activity fostering his desire. His resolute patience, in his need of her, contributes to her arousal. Without being told he never asked for her mouth.

On Monday morning she called Sir James home and expose her week plans to Valeriane, Sir James secretary. Full of desire after the long wait, Maxime caught her change of mood immediately. Something made her available to his pulsion. She took every occasion to rub against him and let his hand wonder where they choose. He had no clue about what had happened but her actual motif was unmistakable: she will let him take her. He did not dare push his good luck too far but her willingness to be hold and touched pushed his cock furiously against its confinement. Little did he know that she would accept any of his suggestion. Her hot mouth bobbling along his cock in the darkness of their bedroom pacified his body. He stopped her before coming. She asked him to come on her. He complied with pleasure, quickly exploding in her open and juicy pussy. He could move at will in her and was rapidly overwhelmed by the perfection of her instrument.

His need did not wake up until Wednesday in the evening after her first afternoon at Kelly's.