I am not your husband
The man who isn’t my husband
I arrived at his house, later than he had directed me to. It was such a beautiful night. The sky already dark, but lit by the moon and stars. The beautiful warm breeze was blowing inland from the waterfront. He was sitting out on the deck waiting for me. As I walked up the steps, not seeing him, he almost startled me when he spoke to tell me to sit down. We sat on the deck in the privacy of the woods that surrounded the cabin. We talked briefly and he took me by the hand and led me inside the house. It was a small cabin with beautiful wood floors, yet with such an open feeling. I sat my purse down on the coffee table and commented on how cute the place was.
I was dressed as he had directed me to. I wore a short skirt, thong underwear, no bra, but a tight tank and a button up front shirt and had a butt-plug in my ass. I had my hair in pig tails, one on each side of my head, as he had directed me to do. He told me to take off my button up shirt. I did so without any argument or hesitation. He pulled down my tank top and pulled out one breast, squeezing and pulling and twisting my nipple. He pulled out my other breast and twisted, pulled and rubbed my nipple. He looked at me and said, “I’ll put these away for now and get them back out later.” I just looked at him with a coy smile and said, “Yes Sir.”
He picked up something in his hand, but I could not see what it was. He turned to tell me, “I found this wooden brush, do you know what I’m going to do with it?” I smiled as a warmth rushed through my body, already excited from just seeing him. I knew exactly what he was going to do with the wooden brush. I was scared, yet excited, knowing that he was going to punish me with the brush by spanking my ass. He liked to dominate me. I liked for him to dominate me, but I also liked to question him and tease him, to push his buttons when he told me to do something. I would always make my own suggestion after receiving direction from him, being a sassy little brat, trying to get things my way, instead of letting him dominate me.
He told me, “You are going to pull up your skirt. Then you are going to turn around and lean right here on your elbows. We have several things to discuss” as he leaned against the cabinet where the TV sat. I knew what we were going to discuss… my bucking on his orders and directions that he gave to me. Instead of just telling him, “yes sir, I understand,” I would always say, “…but, can I do this or that instead of what you want me to do…?” Without hesitation or questioning him, after seeing what he was going to use to spank me, I pulled up my skirt, turned toward the TV cabinet that was taller than my waist and leaned over onto my elbows as he had specifically directed me to and said, “Yes Sir. I understand.”
He was standing to my left side, I could feel his strong presence there as he reached out to me and I felt his hand rub gently on my ass cheek, as if he were preparing me for what was coming, which was exactly what he was doing. Snap, went the first strike of the wooden handled hair brush against my ass. I moved slightly forward when the brush struck me. It was a sting of both pain and pleasure. How could that be? He sternly said, “That was for being sassy to me when I ask you something.” Again, came down the wood to my ass with another snap, as he said, “That was for questioning me when I tell you to do something and give you specific instructions.” Again, a third time came the wood to my slightly reddened skin on my ass, as he said and, “This is for making an excuse for being late. You be here on time when I tell you to and do not make any excuses.”
I was relieved that he was done… or was he? He gently stroked my delicate ass cheek in a circular motion and said, “Now, I’m going to spank you and after each spanking, I want to hear you count and say sir.” His hand rubbed my left ass check in a circular motion, then down came the wood again, this time harder than before. Leaving a sting and pushing me forward somewhat into the cabinet. I said, “One, sir.” He said, “I can’t hear you. Louder.” “One, Sir,” I said louder and more sure of myself, than when I said it the first time. He paused and rubbed my other ass cheek, preparing me for what was coming, then feeling the sting of the wooden brush against my ass, I loudly said, “Two Sir” then back to the other side of my ass, “Three, Sir.” Again to the other side, “Four Sir.” He rubbed my ask cheek again in a soft circular motion, as the wooden paddle brush came in contact with my ass again, “Five Sir.” I could feel my knees weakening under the strain and excitement. He came down with the next strike, “Six Sir.” Another Strike, “Seven Sir.” My skin had to be red, it was getting tender to the touch as he rubbed it this time. I was hoping for an end to the spankings, but didn’t want to disappoint him. I surely didn’t want to disobey him and receive more spankings. Although the spankings stung me deeply, I was so excited deep inside. I had never done this before. While I wanted the spankings to stop, I wanted to please him. I wanted to let him punish me for misbehaving and disrespecting him with my sassiness. Another spanking came down upon my ass “Eight Sir,” and another, this one taking my breath away with the sting being so deep. I buried my face in my hands as I barely got out the words, “Nine Sir.” I wanted it to end. Down came the wooden paddle brush one more time to my right side. “Ten Sir.” And he stopped. My body was so tense, my legs shaking, my skin stinging and quite red. The sting and the pain from the last several spankings became almost unbearable….
Until he slid his hands between my legs and touched the wetness between my lips. I was soaking wet. He asked, “When is the last time you came?” I responded in almost a shaky voice from the excitement of him touching me, “The last video I sent you Sir, several days ago when I told you I came.” “Is that why you are so wet?” “No, Sir, I am always this wet, Sir.” He drove his fingers deep inside me and I squirmed against his hand. I wanted to feel him so deep inside me. I was so ready to cum, but that was not yet his intention.
He took a couple steps back from me and told me to kneel in front of him. AS he was unclasping his belt and unzipping his jeans, he said, “There is a reason for the pig tails I wanted in your hair.” I looked up at him and smiled and said, “Yes Sir, I knew there was a reason for the pig tails.” He pulled out his cock and stuck it in my mouth as he wrapped his hands around each pig tail in my hair. He began to fuck my mouth deep, fast and hard. He pulled my breasts back out of my tank top and played and rubbed on them as he told me, “Take it all in, or I’ll shove it in there.” I took his hardness deeper and deeper in my mouth, back to my throat. Just as I thought I was not going to be able to breathe, he pulled out of my mouth to let me get a breath. I sucked on him deeper the next time he drove that big cock into my mouth to fuck my face. I took it deep. I wanted him in me so deep. I wanted to taste him, to feel him hard in my mouth. My pussy was even more wet than before. His domination turned me on more than I could ever imagine. I make decisions at work all day long, I make parental decisions alone all the time, sometimes, I just want someone else to tell me what to do and to make some decisions. I couldn’t have asked for more than what he was doing to me.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it on my face. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to feel him everywhere in me. He gave me another direction, “Lick my balls.” “Yes Sir.” I licked his balls, then began to suck them as he stroked himself, I was so turned on, that I could barely stop licking and sucking his balls. I would suck on one ball, taking it deep in my mouth and then go after the other one, deep too. I was so consumed by what I was doing that I forgot that he had been recording this whole session. He stops me and tells me to stand up and pull my skirt back up revealing no panties and red spanking marks. He bends me over the coffee table and I feel the head of his cock touching the wetness between my lips. Ecstasy overcomes me as he pushes his big, hard cook deep inside me and I feel every inch of his hardness penetrating my hot, wet pussy. He pulls out slowly, then penetrates deeper and pulls out slowly again, as I am overwhelmed with the erotic sensations streaming through my body and moan and writhe against him. He begins to thrust harder and deeper, harder and deeper, pounding my pussy with his hard cock from behind. He says, “Cum now.” I didn’t think I would be able to cum, but I was so close. He said, “Play with your pussy. I told you to cum now.” I reached down between my legs to rub my clit, when suddenly, my body temperature increased, my legs began to quiver and become weak under me as I was still bent over the coffee table. He was pounding my pussy so hard that he was pushing my body forward with each thrust. As our bodies rocked together in ecstasy, I was moaning without even realizing it. I told him to fuck me hard. Just then, my pussy began to quiver and pulsate with an orgasm. I came and came and came so hard that I squirted all over myself, feeling the warmth run down my legs. He pulled out of me, stood behind me and told me to pull my skirt down, leave my panties on the floor where they were, leave my butt-plug in, and to put my boobs back into the tight tank top I was wearing and to put my button up the front shirt on so that we could leave.
We got into my car and left the wooded, private area and were heading out onto the town for a night that he had pre-planned. I knew nothing of his plans except that earlier that day, he told me by text that I needed to keep a very open mind, and realize that his cock would not be the only one that I would be sucking that night. Although I had a bit of nervousness about sucking more than his cock that night, I have to admit I was quite intrigued. I wanted to go do something new, something I had never done before. Something bold and outside of my comfort zone.
He directed me to stop at a small bar. I pulled in the lot, as nervousness overcame me, while I was trying to play it so cool. He bought me a beer, thankfully, because I needed it to get rid of the nervousness and to open my mind to the unknown adventure that I was about to face that night. He said, “Let me see it,” as he placed his hand on my thighs and spread them apart slightly. He said, “I said to let me see it.” I was nervous, but did as he told me. My skirt was short and my legs were spread enough that if someone had looked, they would have seen everything including the wetness that glistened on my lips due to the excitement that I felt from doing as he told me to do.
The bartender was a small-framed young girl behind the bar. He was flirty with the bartender and told me, “Don’t get jealous.” I looked at him, after having drunk almost half of the liquid courage that he had bought me, and boldly asked, “Jealous of what?”
He yelled to the bartender and told her to come back down where we were sitting. When she came back to where we were, He told the bartender that I had something I wanted to share with her. The bartender was gay and said, “You two are going to get me in trouble with my girlfriend.” He looked at me and asked, “What is it that you wanted to tell her? What’s your secrets?” I looked at him briefly and smiled. I looked to Terri, the bartender, and playfully said to her, “I have no bra on…” He said, “…And?” I said, “I have no panties on…” He asked, “And what else?” I looked at him, smiled and laughed and looked at her and coyly said, “Oh, and I have a butt plug in.” He told Terri, “I had to buy her some liquid courage because I’m taking her somewhere that she will be performing some exhibitionism tonight. The bartender’s face lit up with surprise at his bluntness. I spun slightly in my seat and could feel an excitable fear well up inside me because his words revealed some of the plans that he had for me that night.
The bartender walked away from us and he looked at me and said, “I’m surprised. I could see that you got uncomfortable telling her your secrets, because you spun in your chair slightly, but, you didn’t even blush.” I looked at him, then looked to the TV behind the bar playing Ironman. I smiled at him, looking at him out of the corner of my eye, as I finished off the remainder of my liquid courage and boldly said, “It takes a lot to make me blush.” He asked me, “Are you really watching that movie?” I said, “no, I was just deep in thought.” He asked, “About what? Cock?” I looked at him and said, “Yes actually, cock.”
After we went outside the bar for him to smoke, he walked in front of me to get to my car. As we walked, I was watching him walk, the confidence he exudes, that ass, his long legs. I’m so comfortable with him. I desire him telling me what to do, giving me orders, doing the freakish things he tells me to do to him and I’d do anything to get him off. I love to suck his cock, to deep throat him, to taste his cum in my mouth. I crave his cock inside my, my pussy, my ass. I’m comfortable doing things with him that I’ve never done with anyone else and doing things that I have only fantasized about before. Maybe because early on, he set some firm boundaries and I have no fear of judgment with him because he is as freaky as I am.
We got into my car and he told me what direction to drive. I pulled out onto a 4 lane street in a town I was totally unfamiliar with, so I had no idea where we were going. But, clearly, he did. How long had he been planning this? How does he come up with all these freakish ideas? He pointed to a store and told me to pull in the back parking lot. The sign on the store made it clear that it was a sex shoppe. I had been here once or twice before but was very nervous those times. This time, instead of just being nervous, it was and excited nervousness that came over me. He told me that there were some men waiting in here for me. I said, “Oh shit…”, but couldn’t tell you if I had said it aloud or just inside my head.
We get out of the car and start to walk in. He stops me, tells me to face him and put my arms around his neck. He reaches down to my ass and pulls my skirt up, revealing my bare ass. He tells me that I just made that guys night sitting in one of the cars in the parking lot as he got to see my ass. I just smirk at him and think secretly that I desire him to push my limits and push me to do something I would not normally do.
Once inside the sex shoppe, we look at a few toys, then approach the counter to pay to go into the public porn theatre. I follow him into the room, where there is an older man standing near a wall jacking off to the porn flickering in the dark room. He sits down on the black pleather couch facing the large screen showing a porn. The porn is the only light in the room. The walls are black, the floor is black, the ceiling is black. He reaches down and unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. He whispered into my ear, “Take your shirt off, pull out your boobs and suck my cock.” I take off my button up shirt and pull my boobs out the top of the tank, and lower my head to take his cock in my mouth. As I am sucking and teasing his cock, I hear the doorbell to the theatre, meaning that someone has either come in or left. I hear footsteps, and realize that someone else has come into the room and sat on one of the other couches. After a few more minutes of sucking his hard cock, we hear the doorbell again. This time, another man comes in and sits in a chair to the right of us.
He pulls my piggy tails and pulls my head up off of his cock. He pulls my ear close to his mouth and whispers, “I want you to suck one of these guys. Which one do you want?” I leaned toward his ear and told him that I wanted him to tell me which man to go to. He says, “Go to the man on the couch, rub your boobs up in his face and ask him if he wants a blow job.” I sigh deeply, my liquid courage not bubbling over any longer. “I ask him, “Can I have one minute?” “No. Do it now, he ordered. I take a deep breath in… I want to do what he says. I want to follow his orders. I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t want to be spanked that hard again.
I stand up and breathe out the deep breath that I had been holding in. I walk over to the man on the couch and do as my master has ordered me. I straddle the man whose legs are spread, putting my knee on the couch between his legs. I lean up close to his face and press my full breasts up close to his face. He immediately begins to fondle and rub my breasts. I look down at him and ask, “Do you want a blow job?” He nervously stutters and responds, “No honey, I just want to watch. I’d like to just watch you two. He doesn’t care that you are over here?” I said, “No, he wants me to do this.”
I stand up away from the nervous man. I turn and look to my master for guidance as to what he wants me to do, as he couldn’t hear the man say that he just wanted to watch. My master, points in the direction of the man who came in last and sat in the chair to the right of us. I walk over to him. He reaches out and touches my breasts and I ask if he wants a blow job. He reaches down and unzips his jeans. He pulls out his cock, a good sized cock, that is big around and already hard, with a large head. I took his cock into my mouth as I knew my master was watching, as well as the other two men in the room. I licked his cock, sucked his cock, took him deep in my mouth as my hands lay on his thighs. His hands pressed and fondled my breasts as I had him in my mouth tasting him and teasing him. I sucked on his hard cock for a while then I heard my master’s voice. I stopped sucking his cock and turned to my master to see what he had said.
He repeated himself, “Get on it.” I took the man by the hand and pulled him up out of the chair and directed him to go to one of the other couches. The stranger sat down and pulled down his jeans some more. I pulled up my skirt by the sides to expose myself and I straddled him. I could feel his erect cock touching my wet lips. I grabbed the shaft of his hard cock, wrapping all my fingers around it and guided it to the edge of my wetness. I slid my hot, wet pussy down the length of his hard and wide cock. I was riding him like a bitch in heat, wanting to cum all over his hard cock. I came so hard that I pushed the butt plug out of my ass, without my knowledge. I continued to ride him fast and hard, just then, he said, “I cumming, I cumming.”
My master gave me explicit instructions, “Get up off of him, lick his dick clean and lick any cum off of him.” I felt the wetness pulling out of me as I lifted my body up off of his cock. I knelt down between his legs. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked all the cum off of it, then I licked any cum off of it that I might have missed. I lifted his cock up to see the small pool of cum that was sitting on him. I licked at it and sucked at the cum to clean it off of him. I cleaned him all up, with a few licks of my tongue, just as my master had directed. At that time, everyone left the room except for me and Master. Master told me, “go to the bathroom and clean his cum out of you.” It was so hot in the room that my clothes were drenched in sweat. I went into the bathroom and splashed water and wiped myself down before going back out to the room.
When I came back to the couch where Master was sitting, I sat down near him and he directed me to spread my legs, put my feet up on the couch and play with myself. Just then, we heard the doorbell again, signaling that someone else had come into the room. The man was a large man, a very tall man. Master told me to go ask if the man wanted a blow job.
I walked over to the man and asked if he wanted a blow job. He nervously undid his jeans and watched me kneel in front of him between his legs. When he got out his cock, I started sucking on his cock. I sucked on him, teased his cock with my tongue, took him in my mouth deep, he moaned, he groaned, he became fidgety and stopped me from sucking on him. He said, “I can’t do it no more. I have to stop.” He got up and went to the bathroom.
I returned to my master’s side on the couch. As I sat next to him, he could see the sweat glistening on my breasts and told me when the man came out of the bathroom, to go clean up and refresh myself. Upon the large man exiting the restroom, I went into the bathroom. The large man said to my master, “That’s one woman you have there.” Master responded to him and said, “She’s not even mine. Her husband sends her over here once a week for me to fuck her.” I splashed water on myself to cool myself down and wiped off the water and the sweat and returned to Master’s side. He was stroking his cock when I approached him and he told me to suck his cock. I took him deep in my mouth again.
We left the sex shoppe and headed back to Master’s cabin in the woods, after making a stop at a gas station for him to get cigarettes. While he is in the gas station, a bald, black man walked out of the gas station and gets in his new black car that was sitting at the gas pump. He gets in his car and must have seen me sitting in my car. He backs up making a semi circle so that he was sitting beside me. His window was down about half way. I turn to look at him, forgetting that my hair is still in the piggy tails, and he looks at me and smiles and says, “Beautiful.” I just smiled and said, “Thank you.” Oh, however, did my mind wonder to asking this man if he would like a blow job. I wondered if Master would be pleased if he came out of the gas station to find me blowing a stranger, a black man, at the gas station. But, I wanted to feel Master in me before I had to head back home. I had to work the next day, but deeply desired feeling him inside me, my pussy and my ass before I left for the night. As I thought of him entering my ass from behind, I felt the wetness pool up inside me again.
After we arrived at his house, he tells me that I have two choices: 1. Suck his cock, 2. You can leave. I pushed the coffee table out of the way and knelt down in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth again. He was deep throating me and pushing himself to the back of my throat to feel my tightness in my throat around his cock. He would tell me, “Leave it there, leave it there,” even though I thought I was not going to be able to breathe any longer, But, I wanted to feel him that deep in my throat. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him what he wanted. He pulled my cock out of his mouth and began to stroke himself and told me to lick his ass. I moved down lower on him and my tongue began to play around his asshole. I could taste the sweetness that was right inside of his ass. It made me want more. I wanted him to feel so good. I licked, I played, I pushed my tongue as far into his asshole as I could to make him feel good. He reached around me and pulled my skirt up from behind. He started to finger my ass and told me to touch my pussy. I was rubbing and touching my pussy, so wet, so wet. I stopped and moved my hand back toward him. He grabbed my pigtail tightly and barked at me, “Who told you that you could stop touching that pussy?” I responded, “No one Sir.” He pulled my hair back even further using my pig tails and barked again, “I can’t hear you.” I repeated louder this time, “No one, Sir.”
I slid my hand back down between my legs touching my wet pussy. He got behind me. He slid his finger in my ass and began to ream me. He started with one finger, then two, then I could feel him rotating his fingers in me and pounding them into me. I was making so many noises, noises of pain, noises of pleasure, moans and groan of ecstasy as he pounded his fingers into my ass. He was stretching my asshole. He loves to do that. He craves it, desires it, wants to inflict that upon women. My hand was still rubbing my pussy, his fingers pounding in and out of my ass. He leaned back away from me and spit on my asshole. Who would think that would make me want him even more? Who would think that would be so erotic and hot? That made me want him even more. Then, I felt more pleasure, more pressure, more pain, more and more pleasure as he put more fingers into my ass.
He was pounding my ass with his fingers and gave me and order, “I want you to cum now.” I was moaning and writhing and squirming and feeling the pleasure from pressing through the pain of the ass stretching, but thought I was nowhere near being ready to cum. He repeated himself, “I said now!” Suddenly, almost without knowing or warning, I was cumming harder than I ever had in my life, I was squirting everywhere, warmness running down my legs. He said, “I’m going to keep fingering your ass, you keep rubbing your pussy, I will tell you when to cum. You will cum on command.” I writhed on his fingers in my ass at the thought of him making me cum and cum, but really did not believe that I could cum on command, not his command, not my command. He said, “I want you to feel it, feel the orgasm, let one roll over into another, one after another and let them keep coming.” He ordered me to cum. I did! Oh my gosh I did it. I came on command. I came harder than the first time. I came and came and squirted and squirted over and over. All the warm wetness was running down my legs and soaking the carpet. I had never cum like that before, never before. He was the best fuck I have ever had. I continued to cum and squirt for him on command as he pounded his fingers into my ass. I lost count after cumming and squirting 6 or 7 times… the best fuck ever! The most intense pleasure and pain. The most noise I have ever made in my life! I screamed out, “Fuck me sir, fuck that ass, Fuck me!” I didn’t want it to stop. Even now, I want it again…..
He got back up onto the couch and I took his cock in my mouth again. I played with it in my mouth, my tongue running down the length of his shaft as I took him deeper and deeper in my mouth, He began to writhe himself now, he was moaning and making erotic sounds, making me want to taste his cum even more. He told me that he was going to cum. I felt his cock grow harder in my mouth, then felt the throbbing and felt the hot cum shoot out of him into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and tasted his sweetness. He wanted me to clean him off, so I licked, sucked and took in every last drop of cum from his cock. After a few minutes, I leaned back, smiled at him, got up and got dressed and drove home to my husband.
What a night. I came on command. I broke every rule I had before meeting him. I loved every minute of it! I squirted more than I can count! The best fuck ever!
