Things have been going well. I didnt want to jinx it though, hence my quietness. I’m still looking for the perfect Vixen though. I’m trying to rekindle something with an old play mate and see where that leads.
I wrote this out of boredom…and now I’m even hornier. Ugh…
I winced as the largest plug is fully inserted into my ass. They like to keep me plugged. They say it helps with my state of mind.
“How long has it been?” she giggled.
I bit my lip and replied, “I’m not sure. I lost count.”
“I lost count too. I guess that’s just how unimportant your orgasms are to us. Poor baby. It’s only going to get longer and longer from here on out. I don’t see why we would waste any time giving you pleasure when you could be serving us. Why don’t you go get me a glass of water while I do my make up?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I quietly replied and went to get her water. I slowly walk to her bathroom carrying her water, knowing what’s to come next. It’s date night, and she likes me to help her get ready. I’ve seen her naked body a million times, but every time, without fail, I couldn’t help but stare. Her body is tight, firm and perfectly portioned. Her breasts are supple and perky. Her ass is huge and round. Her body was everything I wished mine was.
“On your knees. Don’t play stupid. You know your job. So get down there and eat my ass like it’s your last meal on earth.” she hissed at me.
I fell to my knees behind her and slowly starting kissing her ass, as I made my way to her soft hole and began my date night ritual of worshiping her. She relaxed and reminded me that she had all the power now and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Moaning, she said to me, “You know your husband prefers fucking me, right?”
“Yes, m’am. I know.”
“You know you’re lucky that I let you eat his cum from me, right?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
“You know I might never let you cum again?”
“Yes, ma’am. I trust your judgement.”
“I mean, I just can’t believe that your husband doesn’t want your pussy anymore. Sure, it’s no good for fucking, but we can do other things to it, can’t we? Come around here and come hump my foot. You can edge on it. Tell me when you’re close though. We wouldn’t want any accidents, would we?”
“No, ma’am. Thank you.”
I crawl to infront of her and awkwardly straddle her foot, totally humiliated. I am soaking wet and can feel my wetness on her. I desperately wish I wasn’t okay with all of this, but the truth of the matter is, I love making my husband happy, no matter the expense. I know my humiliation makes her happy and it’s always good to keep her happy. She only does this when she’s annoyed about something. She can be especially cruel when she’s upset with me. I continue to hump her foot and can feel the sensation building. I know what’s coming next. I try and fight it.
“I’m close, ma’am.”
She pulls her foot back and kicks my throbbing pussy. The urge to cum has disappeared and is instantly replaced with pain. I wince and fight to not close my legs.
We repeat the edging followed by her kicking me for at least 10 minutes. My cunt is sore and throbbing by the time we are done. I am thankful when she lets me go back to her ass. She finishes her water and I wince as I watch her take the glass between her legs and piss into it.
“Drink up, slut. Don’t ever fucking forget how much better I am than you.”
I know it’s not worth fighting her over this if I ever want to cum again. I choke down her piss while she laughs at me. She finishes her makeup and gets dressed. A short mini skirt, a thin shirt, g-string and matching bra. She tells me to go home and get her boyfriend ready for his date. I hate when she calls my husband her boyfriend, even though I know it’s true.
I know it’ll be a long night and once they start drinking, they get even meaner…