Mistress
“I don’t say this often, but you’re good enough to share,” Black Widow confessed with a sly smile. “I mean, that’s one of the first lessons I learned in kindergarten, how to share. It’s polite, right?”
Matthew pulled her into his arms and pecked the top of her head with his lips. “What are you saying? You want to join us?”
“Well, why not? If you like me, then she must be pretty, too. It’d be like a sick little family, huh?”
“Mother, father and princess. I like the sound of that. That’s something I could get used to…”
“I figured just as much,” Black Widow sighed, twisting strands of his hair into his fingers. “You think she’d be up for it? I mean, it would really lie as a ball in her court now.”
“Oh, she’d be into it. Trust me,” Matthew pulled away from me just to take in the shape of my body. “Who wouldn’t be into you?”
Pushing me back onto the pillows, he dove between my legs. Fabric ripped aside, his tongue me the pink, wet flesh of my vagina. Lapping with his warm saliva, he would inhale to make the area cool, diving in deeper, just to make me shudder.
“Could you take being prisoner to oral pleasure from both of us?” He slid a finger inside of me, causing me to squirm. “Look at the hellish pleasure I put you through as it is; can you handle more?”
“The question is can you handle more? Whatcha gunna do with two girls? Sit back and watch us?”
“I’ll simply be your servant, a simple servant to both of you, willing to do your everyday bidding.” His lips met mine in a quick, deep kiss, before his head slipped back down between my thighs. My head lulled back in ecstasy.
“When shall I meet her? When will you propose this new information to her? I have a feeling she already knows.”
“Yes, she does. We could have her come for lunch this afternoon. Is that what you’d like?”
“I’d like for you to bring me to orgasm,” Black Widow ordered as a sexy request. “I want you to make me cum. I want you to fuck me like your life depended on it and give me pleasure like I’ve never had before, then you can call her.”
Bowing his head, he discarded more fabric, leaving only our skin-on-skin sensation. Caressing me gently with his face, he bit my neck as his penis plunged inside of me, causing me to inhale sharply. My nails trailed to his inner thigh, digging into his soft flesh enough to make him wince, then gently caressed his balls.
Looking up at me, he smiled in shocked seduction, then looked at me as if he knew a secret that I did not. That secret was my g-spot as he plunged deep inside of me. A cry escaped my lips uncontrollably.
Ramming against it again, again and again, my nails dug into the small of his back, digging down and in until I could feel chunks of his skin under my claws. Sweat and blood mixed together, trickling down his back. As orgasm ranged higher, the blood flowed faster.
Marking my territory, I smiled at the knowledge that evidence of my whereabouts would be left on his back. As orgasm began to lessen, I bit into his neck and sucked like a baby. He was my new father.
Pulling out to cum on my leg, we lay in silence for a moment, enjoying soft kisses on various parts of the body. The smell of sex was strong in the air, and I could feel the tickles of his moustache. Could I stand to share this?
Not being able to go back on the words I had already spoken, Matt made the deciding phone call to bring Bloody Mary to lunch here at the house. What I had not known about was her son, who would also be joining us. Things became a little awkward.
It was a power play from her standpoint, one I did not think through too clearly. How was it supposed to be explained to a 9-year-old child that a new friend was going to be joining the household? It simply wasn’t that easy.
Sure, she was pretty enough, save the scabby stretch marks on her stomach, which one could look past by gazing into the Bondo layers of makeup on her face that made her look like a china doll. Her curiosity was piqued by me, but what could we really do about the kid? He was an instant roadblock of domination.
That much I thought I could look past. I tried to at least. I really did.
I didn’t mind kids, considering that I did not have a child of my own. At first, I thought of all the opportunities of learning, teaching him the intricacies of the world around him. At that age, there’s still some hope of being inspiration.
Of course, you still have to have mommy’s permission to be inspiring. And by the look of glee in mommy’s eyes, all I could see was my fate of inspiring by the having the new position of babysitter. Respect for your elders means putting in time for labor.
Clean the house and watch the boy while we go out, then maybe I’ll let you lick my twat. Hmm, not something that really sounds all that appealing when you get down to it. The bottom line is that it’s not my kid, so I should not have to put in responsibility time.
That was sort of the catch 22 of it all though, for whenever she wanted to come out and have fun, there was always the kid on the leash, sort of like Matthew, simply being drug around to pose as whatever she wanted him to be at the moment. Hold on, let me use him for sympathy, as a pawn for understanding or simply for marking clear territory, that nobody else should be let into the circle.
Sure, she’d let me lick her twat without having to deal with the kid, along with any other slob who was willing to put their nose down into the stinky pit. As you age, you take it where you can get it, for menopause comes round the mountain quickly. It was with this that our real problem came about.
While she let Matthew go off and do his own thing, even let him sneak around with me, she, too, would have her fun. Sure, she was discreet, but she wasn’t very smart about it. That’s how I wound up with an intense pain in my pelvis.
That just goes to show you what a good time sharing can be, as it boils down to sharing an STD. How fun is that? It’s not…
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