STORY: The Weekend Before The Crash-n-Burn With “k
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Sir Larry.
The Weekend Before The Crash-n-Burn With “k”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: As some of you have deduced, taboo is involved with “k”, Daddy’s girl. Because of this, xham guidelines prohibit me from sharing some of the stuff regarding their relationship. There is a saying “What goes on behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors” so you’ll just have to use your imagination. This next story, as unbelievable as it may seem, actually occurred prior to my break-up with “k”. The dialog has been slightly enhanced for story purposes with the sequence of events being as true as I remembered.
The following Saturday after my “Birthday Surprise”, I find myself again at the R. residence. “k” greeted me at the door with a tender kiss, took my hand, and led me into their living room. Mr. R. was sitting in his recliner reading the daily newspaper.
“Daddy, Larry is here now.” “k” announced to her father.
“Thank you, Peanut.” Mr. R. said as he lowered his reading material.
Mr. R turned his head in my direction. “So, Larry did you enjoy your birthday cupcake last week?” he inquired.
Not sure exactly what he knew or how I was to answer him, I look towards “k” who had her head tilted down not willing to look me in the eyes.
“Mmmm, it was nice, sir.” I said cautiously.
Mr. R. looked at his daugh.ter. “Peanut, go to your room. Larry and I have some things we need to discuss.”
“Yes sir.” “k” quickly left the room.
“Larry, have a seat.” Mr. R. gestured me to sit on the sofa next to his recliner which I did. Mr. R got very serious as he looked into my eyes.
“Peanut and you have been together for about three months now, right?” I simply nodded my head.
“I like you, Larry. You seem like a nice boy, maybe a little too nice, but I can work with that.” My mind wondered as to what he was implying.
“Peanut is a special girl. How can I say this?” He paused as he seemed to be fishing for the right words to say. “She is my slave-in-training.” he said, finally. Not saying a word, I looked at Mr. R. intently.
“You have seen how she acts around you and me. This is the result of nearly two years of discipline training. A second ago, I implied you were a “little too nice”. Well, Peanut needs firm direction and leadership to be the person she is destined to be and I might be able to help you with that. You see, Peanut has a lot of her mother’s traits. Instead of telling you about them, can you be open-minded and let me show you something?” He paused for me to answer him.
“O.K.”, I said uncertain as to where this conversation was going.
Mr. R. stood up and motioned for me to do likewise. He had me follow him into the kitchen area as he spoke.
“I told you that Peanut’s mom and I divorced two years ago because of her infidelity. Well, as fate would have it, Mrs. R. couldn’t make it on her own.”
Mr. R. walked to a door that I assumed was the pantry. He placed his hand on the door knob turning it to open the door. The area inside the doorway was dark as the door swung open.
Mr. R. turned to look at me with steely black eyes. “Larry, what you are about to see is all consensual. I am not a monster or a psycho. Rather, I am the MASTER of this household.” he said emphasizing on the word “Master”. He then reached inside the doorway and flipped a switch on inside the doorway. The area lit up but from where I was standing I could not discern what the room contained. “Follow me but be careful.” He casually walked through the doorway. I followed right behind him then he stopped at the top of what appeared to be a wooden planked staircase. I thought this was leading to their basement. I wasn’t wrong.
We proceeded carefully down the steps while holding onto wooden hand rails. A musky scent started to invade my nose as we made our way down about 20 steps. The area opened up to a full basement which had fluorescent lighting strategically hanging from the ceiling. As I looked around the basement, I could see overhead pipes, wiring, insulation, etc. and a number of storage boxes lining the cinder block walls. I also saw some furniture, cabinets and other furnishings s.cattered about. Then my eyes caught a figure about 50 feet away near the middle of the room.
Mr. R. walked toward the figure and I followed alongside him. As we got closer, I could feel Mr. R. watching my reaction with interest. I saw a woman standing barefooted. Her arms were together and extended above her head. Her wrists were secured by leather cuffs that were linked to a chain which was hanging from a support beam in the ceiling. As I scanned down her body, this woman was blindfolded with a sl.eeping mask and there was a ball gag in her mouth. She was wearing a button down man’s shirt which was unbuttoned to the valley of her boobs. The shirt covered her upper thighs so I could not tell if she was wearing any panties. She didn’t seem to be struggling in her restraints. Actually, she looked quite relaxed and complacent.
As we walked to about 5 feet from her, I could see that the shirt gaped open a little to reveal a nice sized rack which didn’t seemed to be covered by a bra. Drool had formed around the ball gag and dribble could be seen on her chest and shirt. She tilted her head slightly to the side as if listening to acknowledge our presence.
“Larry, I would like to introduce to you my ex-wife and slave.” He winked at me. “I put her on display like this because I knew you would be coming over and I thought it might help you to understand the nature of our relationship.”
Mr. R. walked up to his ex. He unlatched her cuffs from her wrists and her arms dropped to her side. He then removed her blindfold and gag placing the items on a nearby wooden table.
“Let’s sit on the cushioned chairs over there and I will try to better explain our relationship.” Mr. R. pointed to a couple of over-sized high backed chairs with soft black leather. “Slut, follow!” he ordered his ex.
We walked to the chairs which sort of faced each other with a smallish coffee table between them. Mr. R. sat down in one and I sat down in the other.
“Position 1, slut.” Mr. R. barked an order.
She grabbed a small sofa cushion setting on the floor next to his chair and placed it slightly to the side of us between the two chairs. She lowered herself and rested her knees on the cushion. She then raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. Finally, she tilted her head slightly downward so her eyes were focused on an imaginary spot about a foot in front of her knees. I was amazed at her grace as she performed this ritual. Mr. R. spoke and my attention was drawn back to him.
“Slut and I have been together for nearly 20 years now. She was the perfect submissive when she began to work for me as my secretary. We dated and married each other as she accepted my authority without question although initially we had to work on some “disciplinary” issues. She understands that to please me she must do anything I ask of her without hesitation. When we got married, she agreed to surrender all of her choices to me. Then, slut got pregnant so it was mandated that no secret would be keep from Peanut. As Peanut grew older, she understood our relationship and accepted it for what it was.” Mr. R. would look directly into my eyes from time to time to see how I was taking in this information.
“Over two years ago, slut was entertaining some guests of mine as she often does. Then slut got stupid. She fancied one guy and without my permission, she hooked up with him for a number of private meetings. Needless to say, I was furious. I kicked her out and got the divorce finalized not because she was a whore but because she broke the boundary of TRUST.” I glanced at the ex for some reaction to Mr. R.’s narrative but she held position without offering any objections.
“Slut later came to her senses when she realized the “dick-head” was in it for a piece of ass and not some lovey-dovey long term relationship. So, slut literally came crawling back begging my forgiveness and she was willing to do anything for me to take her back. Initially, I thought, “HELL, NO!”, but then I started to think about who Slut was and how she could train Peanut. This would be a great opportunity to help her in her quest of discovery as she started to show signs of her submissive nature. Slut would make a great teacher.” Mr. R. paused to collect his thoughts.
“When I did agree to take Slut back, she was severely punished for her disobedience. Now, she completely understands the consequences if she fucks up again.” He looked in his ex’s direction.
“Isn’t all this true, Slut?”
“Yes, sir.” his ex spoke for the first time as she continued to look to the floor.
“So, Larry, do you have any questions? I’m sure you have many of them.” He said as he looked back at me.
“Well, Mr. R. I have been wondering why you are involving me in all this.”
“Prior to the dance that took place before school had its summer break, I told Peanut to find a boy she thought could be trusted to keep secrets. Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner!” he waved a hand in my direction and laughed.
“Peanut is at the age in her training where she needs an authoritarian to continue to develop her character and you are “the pick of the liter”, so to speak.” He laughed again then got serious.
“Next week about this same time I will be having a disciplining session with Slut and Peanut. I am inviting you to join in to see if you are the right one for Peanut. So that you can see how rewarding these sessions can be, I am giving you a belated birthday present.” he had a big smile.
“You remember your birthday cupcake last weekend. Slut taught her how to make the best one possible”. He laughed again. I could read between the lines and I knew he knew about what had occurred last weekend.
“So now it is the teacher’s turn. Slut, look at me.” he said. The ex looked up at Mr. R.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is where you will say “Bulls.hit” and I probably would too had the memory not been indelibly burned into my mind. The experience has never happened again but I tried to replicate the event. I got it close with my sub-wife but it just misses the mark. I think it is because I was young and inexperienced, I had no pre-conceived notions as to what would unfold, and the milf was so HOT, she OWNED it. If you need a visual idea of what the ex looked like search Julia.Ann who has the same facial and body features but the ex had light brown hair.
I have written this part sort of in a POV-style format so you can get a better mental picture of the action as it unfolds. Kick back and relax. And try not to mess up your laptop because this should be HOT. Enjoy.
“It is time, Slut.” He said to her.
“Larry, I need to check on Peanut so just relax and enjoy yourself.” Mr. R. got up from his seat and casually walked toward the staircase. Then he turned back his head to look at me.
“I’ll be gone for a while to give you some privacy but when I return, I need to know your answer about next week, O.K.?” He then took flight up the stairs. I heard the door close in the distance.
Immediately, the ex went into seduction mode. She moved her hands to the front of her shirt. Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. Deftly, she undid each one until her shirt was opened. Then she spoke with a soft, sexy voice.
“You like what you see.” her eyes piercing mine.
I examined her face closely for the first time. She appeared to be in her mid to late 30’s. Her hair was the same straight light brown color as “k” but it was about an inch or so longer hanging down below her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep dark blue like “k” and her lips were full and moist. My gaze lowered as she peeled back the shirt off her body. I noted a slender neck and soft, rounded shoulders. Her slightly sagging breast with the wetness of her drool still glistened between them. She had to be a definite 38D with areolas the size of silver dollars. I saw faint red striations presumably from an earlier whipping which marked her otherwise perfect tits. Further down, I saw her stomach had similar markings as well. There was not an ounce of fat on her tummy. After she removed her shirt, she lowered her hands to her side and her fingers gripped the hip strings of her thong panties. She lifted the strings above her hips in a fluid motion and the material covering her sex seemed to be devoured by the folds of her pussy. She was clean shaven without any signs of stubble and where the patch of pubic hair should have been was the word “slut” tattooed in calligraphy style font across her mons. As she knelt on her cushion, I looked at her thighs. Slightly tanned, not muscular but not flabby either.
“You like what you see, Mr. Peters.” She whispered repeating her words to catch my attention.
“Oh, yeah.” I looked back into her sultry eyes.
Deliberately, she lowered herself with her hands flat on the floor. Carefully, she started to crawl from the cushion she was sitting on and moving her ass and hips ever so sexily she crawled toward me and the chair I was sitting in. As she approached, I noticed the familiar faint red striations across her back and tail bone. She smiled as she approached and positioned herself between my knees. She placed her hands on both of my kneecaps and looked up at me still with a smile on her face.
“I haven’t given you your birthday present, yet.” She whispered as she looked up at me.
“It is not necessary. You know you don’t have to do anything, Mrs. R.” I spoke trying to say the right words but I could feel the sexual tension stirring inside me. She then looked deep into my eyes and spoke very seriously.
“It is not what I want or don’t want…it is what my Master wants. And I am not married to Mr. R. anymore so, please, call me “Slut”.” I said nothing as I watched her hands slowly move to my crotch and her fingers reached for the button of my pants. Slut unfastened it and one set of fingers gripped the zipper and unzipped it causing my pants to gape open exposing my underwear.
“Let’s get you more comfortable, Mr. Peters,” she whispered as she gripped my pants at the hips. She had me lift my ass off the cushion as she lowered my pants and underwear together down my legs to below my knees. As I lowered my ass back on the cool leather cushion, she removed by shoes then socks and placed them off to the side of the chair. She then completely removed my pants and underwear and placed the discarded garments on top of my socks and shoes. I watched her as she looked at my crotch.
“Looks like I got a rise out of you, sir.” Slut noticed my cock at half-mast. Both of her hands went for my crotch. Her right hand gently gripped my cock and started to stroke me slowly with an up and down motion as her fingernails on her left hand lightly scratched at my balls. That felt nice I thought to myself. Minutes of that attention caused pre-cum to ooze out.
“Getting wet?” Slut looked up at me.
“Mmmmm.” was all I could utter.
Slut stopped scratching my balls and repositioned herself as she leaned over my crotch. I felt her breath on my cock as her head hovered over it and she gently blow on the tip of my cock. Her right hand continued to slowly stroke me. She extended her tongue and lightly flicked the crown to lick off my wetness. My dick jerked spasmodically as I felt myself growing harder still.
“Mmmmm. I hope you have much more for me later,” Slut said as she tilted her head up to look into my eyes. She batted her sexy blue eyes and told me that she needed to get me really hard. Immediately, she placed her lips on the head of my dick and ever so slowly her mouth engulfed my hardening cock while her right hand slowly made its way to the base of my shaft. At this age, I was probably 6” long and 1.5” in diameter so she had no trouble taking me into her moistened mouth. (I’m happy to say I am now 7.75” by 2.5”. Yea, my sub-wife used a sewing tape measure on me, but I digress.)
Slut slowly bobbed her head up and down as she swallowed my cock to the base. Because her ministrations were slow, I did not feel the effects of an immediate cum. As she looked up at me to see my reaction, she would quicken her pace and then slow down so she had total control over my orgasm. This went on for several minutes. Slut then removed her mouth from my dick and her hand started the slow stroking of my shaft.
“Mr. Larry, could you reposition yourself so your ass is partially off the seat? I need to get you a little harder and Master R. has me to do this to make him last longer.” She explained as I scooted forward and I was nearly lying down in the chair.
Slut repositioned herself so her face was level with my balls. Looking up at me, she extended her tongue and flicked it over my balls as her right hand went back to work on slowly stoking my shaft. She coated my balls with her saliva as I could only utter “Mmmmm’s and ahhhh’s. Still looking up at me, Slut gently swallowed one of my nuts in her mouth and I could feel her tongue massage my nut. My eyes literally rolled in the back of my head as she repeated the process with my other nut. A minute later, I felt her tongue on my ass. Actually, it was the ultra-sensitive area between my ass and scrotum I later learned was called the perineum. Her tongue lathered me there and my balls for 5 minutes or so. It felt so good I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her hand was still stroking my shaft and I could feel her squeeze it as if to see that it was rigid enough.
“I think that did the trick.” Slut whispered again as she stopped and lifted herself off of her knees by using her hands on my knees for support. She removed her thong panties and straddled my legs. Then she methodically placed one knee on the armrest followed by the other knee on the other armrest. She leaned into me a little placing her hands on the back of the chair above my head and her tits flopped toward my face as she was trying to get into a comfortable position. She lowered her head to my right ear and started to lick my earlobe. I could smell the scent of her perfume. Intoxicating. She moved her left hand to my crotch and fumbled to grip and stroke my shaft again.
“I like dicks and peters a lot. And now I like Mr. Peters’ peter, too.” Slut giggled into my ear. She up-righted herself and I watched her maneuver my cock to the folds of her shaven pussy. Her hand glided my cock along her inner folds as I felt wetness from her for the first time.
“You like that, Mr. Peters?” She looked down at me and whispered.
“Oh, hell, yeah, Slut!” I boldly said.
“Then you are going to like this”. She placed both hands on the back of the chair again and I was looking at her hanging tits once more.
Without preamble, she dropped her weight on me and my shaft was swallowed up completely by her pussy.
“S.hit, yeah!” I managed to blurt out. She slowly rode up and down on me as I moved my hands to her breast for the first time. They felt soft and spongy and heavy between my fingers as I groped her a little roughly. Very nice, I thought. (Have I told you I have a fetish for large breast? Check out some of my video favorites and you will see what I mean.) Slut quickened her pace and I knew she was using her hips to gyrate her pussy on my shaft. With both hands still fondling her tits, I lifted my mouth to her right breast and licked at her areola. Then I sucked her tit between my teeth and bit at her nipple. I heard a soft mewling leave her lips as she started to fuck me faster. I repeated this with her left one as I started to move my hips up to match her thrusts. I moved my mouth from nipple to nipple simply devouring her soft flesh. And yes, a cum was starting to boil within me. As I continued to play with tits and fuck her like a rabbit, she moved one hand to her pussy and started jilling her clit. A few minutes past and I felt her body shake above me. Did she get her “O”? Who knows? All I knew was that Slut was doing everything well above my expectations.
“I’m about to cum.” I declared.
“Not yet, Mr. Peters.” She said as she slowed down our fucking. Then she stopped. What the fuck!
Slut pulled out of me and lifted herself off my body and chair. She got back on her knees and immediately swallowed my overly wet dick into her mouth. Her head started to bob up and down on my shaft as I felt a hand massaging my balls. The combination was too much.
“I’m cumming!” I said with a raised voice. Then a moment later I exploded into her mouth. 1…2…3…4…5…6…maybe more times, I unloaded my seed into her accommodating mouth. It was incredible as I watched her swallow the loads and never a drop escaped her lips.
Having finished swallowing ALL of my offering and letting my dick leave her lips, Slut finally looked up at me and said with a smile.
“Mr. Peters, you…were…great!”
“”k” was right, you do “taste soooo good.”” Embarrassed, I looked down at her. My erection was slowly diminishing as I tried working myself into a sitting position.
“It’s alright. We have no f.amily secrets here.” She said assuredly. Then she grabbed my discarded pants and underwear and started to put them back on my legs up to my thighs.
“I’ll let you pull them the rest of the way up.” She instructed me.
I slowly stood up on wobbly legs, refastened my pants in spite of the fact I was still semi-hard, and slipped on my socks and shoes as slut watched me with her angelic face.
As if on cue, I hear the door open from the top of the staircase. Then footsteps on the wooden steps could be heard and I saw Mr. R. walking in our direction.
“I hope I am not interrupting anything.” He said with a grin.
“No, I believe we’re finishing talking.” I feigned stupidity.
“O.K., then. So Larry, can you help me out next week?”
“Sure thing, Mr. R. About the same time next week, Right?” I said as I recalled our earlier conversation.
“Until then.” Mr. R. said. A few minutes later, we headed upstairs leaving slut still kneeling on the floor. Mr. R. ushered me through the house to the front door. We said our final ado’s and he let me out of the house.
As I stood on the porch for a moment to look at the night sky, I thought to myself, this night could not get any better.
FIN…for now!
Sir Larry.
The Weekend Before The Crash-n-Burn With “k”
AUTHOR’S NOTE: As some of you have deduced, taboo is involved with “k”, Daddy’s girl. Because of this, xham guidelines prohibit me from sharing some of the stuff regarding their relationship. There is a saying “What goes on behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors” so you’ll just have to use your imagination. This next story, as unbelievable as it may seem, actually occurred prior to my break-up with “k”. The dialog has been slightly enhanced for story purposes with the sequence of events being as true as I remembered.
The following Saturday after my “Birthday Surprise”, I find myself again at the R. residence. “k” greeted me at the door with a tender kiss, took my hand, and led me into their living room. Mr. R. was sitting in his recliner reading the daily newspaper.
“Daddy, Larry is here now.” “k” announced to her father.
“Thank you, Peanut.” Mr. R. said as he lowered his reading material.
Mr. R turned his head in my direction. “So, Larry did you enjoy your birthday cupcake last week?” he inquired.
Not sure exactly what he knew or how I was to answer him, I look towards “k” who had her head tilted down not willing to look me in the eyes.
“Mmmm, it was nice, sir.” I said cautiously.
Mr. R. looked at his daugh.ter. “Peanut, go to your room. Larry and I have some things we need to discuss.”
“Yes sir.” “k” quickly left the room.
“Larry, have a seat.” Mr. R. gestured me to sit on the sofa next to his recliner which I did. Mr. R got very serious as he looked into my eyes.
“Peanut and you have been together for about three months now, right?” I simply nodded my head.
“I like you, Larry. You seem like a nice boy, maybe a little too nice, but I can work with that.” My mind wondered as to what he was implying.
“Peanut is a special girl. How can I say this?” He paused as he seemed to be fishing for the right words to say. “She is my slave-in-training.” he said, finally. Not saying a word, I looked at Mr. R. intently.
“You have seen how she acts around you and me. This is the result of nearly two years of discipline training. A second ago, I implied you were a “little too nice”. Well, Peanut needs firm direction and leadership to be the person she is destined to be and I might be able to help you with that. You see, Peanut has a lot of her mother’s traits. Instead of telling you about them, can you be open-minded and let me show you something?” He paused for me to answer him.
“O.K.”, I said uncertain as to where this conversation was going.
Mr. R. stood up and motioned for me to do likewise. He had me follow him into the kitchen area as he spoke.
“I told you that Peanut’s mom and I divorced two years ago because of her infidelity. Well, as fate would have it, Mrs. R. couldn’t make it on her own.”
Mr. R. walked to a door that I assumed was the pantry. He placed his hand on the door knob turning it to open the door. The area inside the doorway was dark as the door swung open.
Mr. R. turned to look at me with steely black eyes. “Larry, what you are about to see is all consensual. I am not a monster or a psycho. Rather, I am the MASTER of this household.” he said emphasizing on the word “Master”. He then reached inside the doorway and flipped a switch on inside the doorway. The area lit up but from where I was standing I could not discern what the room contained. “Follow me but be careful.” He casually walked through the doorway. I followed right behind him then he stopped at the top of what appeared to be a wooden planked staircase. I thought this was leading to their basement. I wasn’t wrong.
We proceeded carefully down the steps while holding onto wooden hand rails. A musky scent started to invade my nose as we made our way down about 20 steps. The area opened up to a full basement which had fluorescent lighting strategically hanging from the ceiling. As I looked around the basement, I could see overhead pipes, wiring, insulation, etc. and a number of storage boxes lining the cinder block walls. I also saw some furniture, cabinets and other furnishings s.cattered about. Then my eyes caught a figure about 50 feet away near the middle of the room.
Mr. R. walked toward the figure and I followed alongside him. As we got closer, I could feel Mr. R. watching my reaction with interest. I saw a woman standing barefooted. Her arms were together and extended above her head. Her wrists were secured by leather cuffs that were linked to a chain which was hanging from a support beam in the ceiling. As I scanned down her body, this woman was blindfolded with a sl.eeping mask and there was a ball gag in her mouth. She was wearing a button down man’s shirt which was unbuttoned to the valley of her boobs. The shirt covered her upper thighs so I could not tell if she was wearing any panties. She didn’t seem to be struggling in her restraints. Actually, she looked quite relaxed and complacent.
As we walked to about 5 feet from her, I could see that the shirt gaped open a little to reveal a nice sized rack which didn’t seemed to be covered by a bra. Drool had formed around the ball gag and dribble could be seen on her chest and shirt. She tilted her head slightly to the side as if listening to acknowledge our presence.
“Larry, I would like to introduce to you my ex-wife and slave.” He winked at me. “I put her on display like this because I knew you would be coming over and I thought it might help you to understand the nature of our relationship.”
Mr. R. walked up to his ex. He unlatched her cuffs from her wrists and her arms dropped to her side. He then removed her blindfold and gag placing the items on a nearby wooden table.
“Let’s sit on the cushioned chairs over there and I will try to better explain our relationship.” Mr. R. pointed to a couple of over-sized high backed chairs with soft black leather. “Slut, follow!” he ordered his ex.
We walked to the chairs which sort of faced each other with a smallish coffee table between them. Mr. R. sat down in one and I sat down in the other.
“Position 1, slut.” Mr. R. barked an order.
She grabbed a small sofa cushion setting on the floor next to his chair and placed it slightly to the side of us between the two chairs. She lowered herself and rested her knees on the cushion. She then raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head. Finally, she tilted her head slightly downward so her eyes were focused on an imaginary spot about a foot in front of her knees. I was amazed at her grace as she performed this ritual. Mr. R. spoke and my attention was drawn back to him.
“Slut and I have been together for nearly 20 years now. She was the perfect submissive when she began to work for me as my secretary. We dated and married each other as she accepted my authority without question although initially we had to work on some “disciplinary” issues. She understands that to please me she must do anything I ask of her without hesitation. When we got married, she agreed to surrender all of her choices to me. Then, slut got pregnant so it was mandated that no secret would be keep from Peanut. As Peanut grew older, she understood our relationship and accepted it for what it was.” Mr. R. would look directly into my eyes from time to time to see how I was taking in this information.
“Over two years ago, slut was entertaining some guests of mine as she often does. Then slut got stupid. She fancied one guy and without my permission, she hooked up with him for a number of private meetings. Needless to say, I was furious. I kicked her out and got the divorce finalized not because she was a whore but because she broke the boundary of TRUST.” I glanced at the ex for some reaction to Mr. R.’s narrative but she held position without offering any objections.
“Slut later came to her senses when she realized the “dick-head” was in it for a piece of ass and not some lovey-dovey long term relationship. So, slut literally came crawling back begging my forgiveness and she was willing to do anything for me to take her back. Initially, I thought, “HELL, NO!”, but then I started to think about who Slut was and how she could train Peanut. This would be a great opportunity to help her in her quest of discovery as she started to show signs of her submissive nature. Slut would make a great teacher.” Mr. R. paused to collect his thoughts.
“When I did agree to take Slut back, she was severely punished for her disobedience. Now, she completely understands the consequences if she fucks up again.” He looked in his ex’s direction.
“Isn’t all this true, Slut?”
“Yes, sir.” his ex spoke for the first time as she continued to look to the floor.
“So, Larry, do you have any questions? I’m sure you have many of them.” He said as he looked back at me.
“Well, Mr. R. I have been wondering why you are involving me in all this.”
“Prior to the dance that took place before school had its summer break, I told Peanut to find a boy she thought could be trusted to keep secrets. Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner!” he waved a hand in my direction and laughed.
“Peanut is at the age in her training where she needs an authoritarian to continue to develop her character and you are “the pick of the liter”, so to speak.” He laughed again then got serious.
“Next week about this same time I will be having a disciplining session with Slut and Peanut. I am inviting you to join in to see if you are the right one for Peanut. So that you can see how rewarding these sessions can be, I am giving you a belated birthday present.” he had a big smile.
“You remember your birthday cupcake last weekend. Slut taught her how to make the best one possible”. He laughed again. I could read between the lines and I knew he knew about what had occurred last weekend.
“So now it is the teacher’s turn. Slut, look at me.” he said. The ex looked up at Mr. R.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: The following is where you will say “Bulls.hit” and I probably would too had the memory not been indelibly burned into my mind. The experience has never happened again but I tried to replicate the event. I got it close with my sub-wife but it just misses the mark. I think it is because I was young and inexperienced, I had no pre-conceived notions as to what would unfold, and the milf was so HOT, she OWNED it. If you need a visual idea of what the ex looked like search Julia.Ann who has the same facial and body features but the ex had light brown hair.
I have written this part sort of in a POV-style format so you can get a better mental picture of the action as it unfolds. Kick back and relax. And try not to mess up your laptop because this should be HOT. Enjoy.
“It is time, Slut.” He said to her.
“Larry, I need to check on Peanut so just relax and enjoy yourself.” Mr. R. got up from his seat and casually walked toward the staircase. Then he turned back his head to look at me.
“I’ll be gone for a while to give you some privacy but when I return, I need to know your answer about next week, O.K.?” He then took flight up the stairs. I heard the door close in the distance.
Immediately, the ex went into seduction mode. She moved her hands to the front of her shirt. Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. Deftly, she undid each one until her shirt was opened. Then she spoke with a soft, sexy voice.
“You like what you see.” her eyes piercing mine.
I examined her face closely for the first time. She appeared to be in her mid to late 30’s. Her hair was the same straight light brown color as “k” but it was about an inch or so longer hanging down below her shoulders. Her eyes were a deep dark blue like “k” and her lips were full and moist. My gaze lowered as she peeled back the shirt off her body. I noted a slender neck and soft, rounded shoulders. Her slightly sagging breast with the wetness of her drool still glistened between them. She had to be a definite 38D with areolas the size of silver dollars. I saw faint red striations presumably from an earlier whipping which marked her otherwise perfect tits. Further down, I saw her stomach had similar markings as well. There was not an ounce of fat on her tummy. After she removed her shirt, she lowered her hands to her side and her fingers gripped the hip strings of her thong panties. She lifted the strings above her hips in a fluid motion and the material covering her sex seemed to be devoured by the folds of her pussy. She was clean shaven without any signs of stubble and where the patch of pubic hair should have been was the word “slut” tattooed in calligraphy style font across her mons. As she knelt on her cushion, I looked at her thighs. Slightly tanned, not muscular but not flabby either.
“You like what you see, Mr. Peters.” She whispered repeating her words to catch my attention.
“Oh, yeah.” I looked back into her sultry eyes.
Deliberately, she lowered herself with her hands flat on the floor. Carefully, she started to crawl from the cushion she was sitting on and moving her ass and hips ever so sexily she crawled toward me and the chair I was sitting in. As she approached, I noticed the familiar faint red striations across her back and tail bone. She smiled as she approached and positioned herself between my knees. She placed her hands on both of my kneecaps and looked up at me still with a smile on her face.
“I haven’t given you your birthday present, yet.” She whispered as she looked up at me.
“It is not necessary. You know you don’t have to do anything, Mrs. R.” I spoke trying to say the right words but I could feel the sexual tension stirring inside me. She then looked deep into my eyes and spoke very seriously.
“It is not what I want or don’t want…it is what my Master wants. And I am not married to Mr. R. anymore so, please, call me “Slut”.” I said nothing as I watched her hands slowly move to my crotch and her fingers reached for the button of my pants. Slut unfastened it and one set of fingers gripped the zipper and unzipped it causing my pants to gape open exposing my underwear.
“Let’s get you more comfortable, Mr. Peters,” she whispered as she gripped my pants at the hips. She had me lift my ass off the cushion as she lowered my pants and underwear together down my legs to below my knees. As I lowered my ass back on the cool leather cushion, she removed by shoes then socks and placed them off to the side of the chair. She then completely removed my pants and underwear and placed the discarded garments on top of my socks and shoes. I watched her as she looked at my crotch.
“Looks like I got a rise out of you, sir.” Slut noticed my cock at half-mast. Both of her hands went for my crotch. Her right hand gently gripped my cock and started to stroke me slowly with an up and down motion as her fingernails on her left hand lightly scratched at my balls. That felt nice I thought to myself. Minutes of that attention caused pre-cum to ooze out.
“Getting wet?” Slut looked up at me.
“Mmmmm.” was all I could utter.
Slut stopped scratching my balls and repositioned herself as she leaned over my crotch. I felt her breath on my cock as her head hovered over it and she gently blow on the tip of my cock. Her right hand continued to slowly stroke me. She extended her tongue and lightly flicked the crown to lick off my wetness. My dick jerked spasmodically as I felt myself growing harder still.
“Mmmmm. I hope you have much more for me later,” Slut said as she tilted her head up to look into my eyes. She batted her sexy blue eyes and told me that she needed to get me really hard. Immediately, she placed her lips on the head of my dick and ever so slowly her mouth engulfed my hardening cock while her right hand slowly made its way to the base of my shaft. At this age, I was probably 6” long and 1.5” in diameter so she had no trouble taking me into her moistened mouth. (I’m happy to say I am now 7.75” by 2.5”. Yea, my sub-wife used a sewing tape measure on me, but I digress.)
Slut slowly bobbed her head up and down as she swallowed my cock to the base. Because her ministrations were slow, I did not feel the effects of an immediate cum. As she looked up at me to see my reaction, she would quicken her pace and then slow down so she had total control over my orgasm. This went on for several minutes. Slut then removed her mouth from my dick and her hand started the slow stroking of my shaft.
“Mr. Larry, could you reposition yourself so your ass is partially off the seat? I need to get you a little harder and Master R. has me to do this to make him last longer.” She explained as I scooted forward and I was nearly lying down in the chair.
Slut repositioned herself so her face was level with my balls. Looking up at me, she extended her tongue and flicked it over my balls as her right hand went back to work on slowly stoking my shaft. She coated my balls with her saliva as I could only utter “Mmmmm’s and ahhhh’s. Still looking up at me, Slut gently swallowed one of my nuts in her mouth and I could feel her tongue massage my nut. My eyes literally rolled in the back of my head as she repeated the process with my other nut. A minute later, I felt her tongue on my ass. Actually, it was the ultra-sensitive area between my ass and scrotum I later learned was called the perineum. Her tongue lathered me there and my balls for 5 minutes or so. It felt so good I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her hand was still stroking my shaft and I could feel her squeeze it as if to see that it was rigid enough.
“I think that did the trick.” Slut whispered again as she stopped and lifted herself off of her knees by using her hands on my knees for support. She removed her thong panties and straddled my legs. Then she methodically placed one knee on the armrest followed by the other knee on the other armrest. She leaned into me a little placing her hands on the back of the chair above my head and her tits flopped toward my face as she was trying to get into a comfortable position. She lowered her head to my right ear and started to lick my earlobe. I could smell the scent of her perfume. Intoxicating. She moved her left hand to my crotch and fumbled to grip and stroke my shaft again.
“I like dicks and peters a lot. And now I like Mr. Peters’ peter, too.” Slut giggled into my ear. She up-righted herself and I watched her maneuver my cock to the folds of her shaven pussy. Her hand glided my cock along her inner folds as I felt wetness from her for the first time.
“You like that, Mr. Peters?” She looked down at me and whispered.
“Oh, hell, yeah, Slut!” I boldly said.
“Then you are going to like this”. She placed both hands on the back of the chair again and I was looking at her hanging tits once more.
Without preamble, she dropped her weight on me and my shaft was swallowed up completely by her pussy.
“S.hit, yeah!” I managed to blurt out. She slowly rode up and down on me as I moved my hands to her breast for the first time. They felt soft and spongy and heavy between my fingers as I groped her a little roughly. Very nice, I thought. (Have I told you I have a fetish for large breast? Check out some of my video favorites and you will see what I mean.) Slut quickened her pace and I knew she was using her hips to gyrate her pussy on my shaft. With both hands still fondling her tits, I lifted my mouth to her right breast and licked at her areola. Then I sucked her tit between my teeth and bit at her nipple. I heard a soft mewling leave her lips as she started to fuck me faster. I repeated this with her left one as I started to move my hips up to match her thrusts. I moved my mouth from nipple to nipple simply devouring her soft flesh. And yes, a cum was starting to boil within me. As I continued to play with tits and fuck her like a rabbit, she moved one hand to her pussy and started jilling her clit. A few minutes past and I felt her body shake above me. Did she get her “O”? Who knows? All I knew was that Slut was doing everything well above my expectations.
“I’m about to cum.” I declared.
“Not yet, Mr. Peters.” She said as she slowed down our fucking. Then she stopped. What the fuck!
Slut pulled out of me and lifted herself off my body and chair. She got back on her knees and immediately swallowed my overly wet dick into her mouth. Her head started to bob up and down on my shaft as I felt a hand massaging my balls. The combination was too much.
“I’m cumming!” I said with a raised voice. Then a moment later I exploded into her mouth. 1…2…3…4…5…6…maybe more times, I unloaded my seed into her accommodating mouth. It was incredible as I watched her swallow the loads and never a drop escaped her lips.
Having finished swallowing ALL of my offering and letting my dick leave her lips, Slut finally looked up at me and said with a smile.
“Mr. Peters, you…were…great!”
“”k” was right, you do “taste soooo good.”” Embarrassed, I looked down at her. My erection was slowly diminishing as I tried working myself into a sitting position.
“It’s alright. We have no f.amily secrets here.” She said assuredly. Then she grabbed my discarded pants and underwear and started to put them back on my legs up to my thighs.
“I’ll let you pull them the rest of the way up.” She instructed me.
I slowly stood up on wobbly legs, refastened my pants in spite of the fact I was still semi-hard, and slipped on my socks and shoes as slut watched me with her angelic face.
As if on cue, I hear the door open from the top of the staircase. Then footsteps on the wooden steps could be heard and I saw Mr. R. walking in our direction.
“I hope I am not interrupting anything.” He said with a grin.
“No, I believe we’re finishing talking.” I feigned stupidity.
“O.K., then. So Larry, can you help me out next week?”
“Sure thing, Mr. R. About the same time next week, Right?” I said as I recalled our earlier conversation.
“Until then.” Mr. R. said. A few minutes later, we headed upstairs leaving slut still kneeling on the floor. Mr. R. ushered me through the house to the front door. We said our final ado’s and he let me out of the house.
As I stood on the porch for a moment to look at the night sky, I thought to myself, this night could not get any better.
FIN…for now!
6 years ago
