Happy Birthday, Darling · Part 2 (2/2)
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urrounding her in his passion, pulling her close and up to him. Her stockinged feet momentarily left her new "fuck-me" shoes as he lifted her to meet his lips. Barbara closed her eyes as Steven's tongue found hers, intertwining the soft wetness he found there.
He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth as he went, crushing her to him, almost as if he was willing their lust-filled bodies to become one. He released her gently, slowly drawing his mouth back from hers, very slowly, enjoying the feeling of her tiny breaths on his mustache. His hands again went to her voluptous hips and as he pulled her gently against his hardness, whispered, "Barbara, the night is so young and we have so far to journey yet". As she savored the feeling of his arousal against her tummy, she leaned into him and whispered into his ear, "Yes, Master"
Steven took her in her arms and lifted her. Barbara put her arms around his bull neck and kissed his face. He carried her in his arms to the bed, where he gently laid her down. Steven arranged the pillows behind her so that she was in a slightly upright position. Barbara watched him through half closed, sultry eyes as he took the chair from the desk, and turning it backwards, placed it at the foot of the bed. He then went to his leather satchel and retrieved an item. It was a very large, life-like rubber phallus, easily twelve inches long, and four or five around. This he placed on the bed, next to the almost prone Barbara.
Steven then walked back to the foot of the bed and arranged himself in the chair. He hitched up his slacks and placed his thick arms across the chair back. He whispered; "Have you ever masturbated while a man watched you, darling? I'd like to watch you, and tell you what to do every step of the way. Would you like that Barbaraslut?" She drew in a breath, deeply, closing her eyes. The thought, so erotic, so compelling to her. "Yes, I would like that very much, oh, Steven, I want to, for you….yes, yes", the words catching in her throat. "Now tell your husband", Steven commanded. "Master wants to watch me cum, Robert. Isn't he the best Master? He's going to let you watch too", she giggled.
Steven surveyed her. The long, shapely legs in black nylon. The stilletto heeled shoes, the tight bodice, her breast hanging over the top where he had left them, the heavily made-up gorgeous face of a woman in her prime. She was magnificent, and he once again quietly thanked the angels that had sent her to him. "Shall we begin, darling?", he asked. "Spread your legs as far as they'll go. That's it, good. Now take your hands and open your cunt for me. That's it, c'mon, all the way, so I can look into you, so I can see what is so fully mine now". Barbara spread herself for him, never feeling so exposed before in her life, yet willing, enjoying the wanton feelings that washed over her.
"Good girl. Look at you Barbara, I can see your clit throbbing, I can see the wetness seep from you". She blushed, imagining he could see these things, so aroused was she. "Now take both of your thumbs and while you hold yourself open, rub your clit with them". Barbara complied, her thumbs quickly finding the hard little button. She gasped at her own touch. "That's it, baby, feels good, huh? You're such a hot little slut, aren't you Barbara?, he asked. "Yes, Steven, I'm a slut……a whore…..", she gasped again as she rubbed faster now, the feelings spreading down her legs.
"Hold yourself open hon, that's it, wider, wider……good girl!" He watched her, her closed eyes, mouth open, panting, as she rubbed her clit faster and faster. "STOP!", he shouted……."STOP!", again. She groaned but stopped rubbing. "Put your hands at your sides, now…..move!", more shouted orders. She did as she was told, for if nothing else, Barbara was this man's compliant whore.
"Now pick up the big cock in your right hand". She did as he bid, surprised at the heft of the thing. "Now suck on it Barbara, put it in your hungry mouth and suck on it, just as if it was real and all you cared about was making it shoot". Barbara slowly put the massive toy into her mouth, imagining it was real. She slowly worked most of it's length down her throat knowing this would please him. "Good girl, Barbara. You look so good with a nice big cock in your mouth. That's your natural state, isn't it slut, a cock in your mouth". Barbara nodded her head in agreement as she slowly worked the big thing in and out of her mouth, it's length soon glistening with her spit.
"You may take your other hand and rub your clit, if you'd like", Steven smiled. The fingers of her left hand instantly found her throbbing bud and began to work on it, slowly at first, than faster. Steven just sat and watched her as she fucked her mouth with the massive rubber cock while at the same time rubbing her clit in a circular motion. He allowed this to go on for awhile, enjoying her grunts as she once again neared climax, her legs shaking, being drawn up to her chest involuntarily by the onrushing feelings. She was close now and once again he shouted, "STOP!"……. STOP, BITCH!!".
A gutteral moan escaped from deep within her as she stopped rubbing and withdrew the big toy from her mouth. "Please, Steven, I can't….please….. I have to…….. OH, God, Steven…….why……" He cut off her words with a hiss. "I own you, remember? Those are not your orgasms, they belong to me. I lend them to you to have when I feel you have earned them". Barbara just layed there and tried to catch her breath. "Do you understand me, cunt?" Barbara's head was spinning, but she knew the answer; "Yes, Master", she whispered hoarsely.
"Hey, Barbara, look at your husband. He seems to be enjoying this. His tiny little thing is hard and leaking. Boy, darling, now I know why the hunger has been upon you. That thing couldn't satisfy a fly, much less a lust-filled passionate woman like you".
"Now take the big cock and place it at the entrance to your fuckhole". She did as he said, placing the bulbous head at her engorged lips. "You want it in your cunt, don't you slut?", he asked. "Yes, Steven, I want it, I want it to fuck me, please", she said in response, hoping this would please him. "Beg, bitch. Beg for your orgasm", he hissed. Barbara groaned again, saying, "Please, Steven, let me cum. I have to cum. I need it so badly. I'm such a whore and I need to cum, please Master let me cum, pleeeeze". Steven grinned as he listened. He turned toward Robert. "Whadda ya think, Bobby, should I let the slut cum"? Robert nooded. Steven laughed and turned towards his property on the bed. "Okay, baby, you can cum. See how good Robert and I are to you? Take the cock in both hands and fuck yourself with it. Make your hot cunt cum, go ahead."
"Thank you, thank you", as she grasped the rubber phallus and easily slid it's length deep within her slimy, wet hole. She gasped as it's length filled her, and she held it there, deep within her, savoring the full feeling. "Get going, slut, make yourself cum", Steven ordered, as Barbara began to work the long shaft in and out of her cunt. Soon her moans filled the rooms, the fake penis becoming a blur as Barbara pistoned it in and out of herself, faster and faster. Steven stood and walked to the side of the bed, near her head. He unzipped his pants and took out his thick, throbbing shaft.
He started to work his cockmeat inches from her face as he said, "Baby, when you're about to cum, open your mouth wide". Barbara grunted a "yes" as her body started to shake, her head now turned toward Steven's cock, as she watched him jerk it with his hand, through half-closed, lust filled eyes. She was lost now in her onrushing orgasm, slamming the huge fake cock into her hole, the feelings of climax onrushing now. Barbara opened her mouth wide as the first spasm crackled through her, furiously fucking herself now, urging it on. Steven stroked his meat faster and faster until he too was cumming, trying to aim for Barbara's open mouth.
They came together, the two forbiddn lovers, Steven shooting hot jets of jism into her mouth as her orgasm tore through her, Barbara almost screaming now as the man juice hit the back of her throat, shot into her hair, on her face, tons of it, gobs of cum covered her face and tits as she spasmed and rocked under the force of her own climax. Steven continued to pour his hot load onto her prone form as Barbara slowed her hands, enjoying the warm end of her cumming. She looked up at him at him, her face splattered with his white, viscous fluid, and unable to talk, mouthed the words "Thank you, Master". Steven looked down at what was truly now his and smiled, blowing her a kiss.
He looked over his shoulder at the hapless Robert and said; "How was that, huh? She loves cum, she's addicted to it. Did you know that I sometimes masturbate and after having filled a jar with one of my prodigous loads I Fedex it to her in your office? And guess what? It's what she has for lunch. Sometimes she pours it on that salad she eats every day. How's that Bobby? The mother of your children is addicted to man juice, can't get enough of in fact. Isn't that right, Barbara"?
"Yes, yes, it's all true. I love jism, the essence of a man. And my Master has the best I've ever tasted Robert, and I've tasted gallons", giggling at her hubby once again. Her Master placed his heavily veined cock back into her hungry mouth and slowly pumped the last remaining rivulets of his climax into her.
Barbara gazed upward at her Master, her eyes glazed with both gratitude and lust. "Come here, darling", Steven said, taking Barbara's hand and helping her to her knees on the bed. "Lick this clean", Steven bid her, holding his cock in front of her face. Barbara shook her head "no", the shocked look on Steven's face reflected his surprise at this insolence. But as he was about to admonish her, Barbara smiled and opened her mouth, revealing the pearly white gift of his essence she still held there. Steven laughed aloud at his playful little girltoy and reached under her arms, pulling her upward, toward him. He placed his mouth over hers, dipping his tongue into his own juice.
This was Barbara's first "cum kiss" he knew and wondered what she was feeling. Barbara enjoyed the intimate sensation of this man sharing his essence with her in both their mouths, their tongues intertwined in the now congealing warm, white froth. After a minute, Steven released her and smiling at her said, "Swallow". This she gladly did, with an exagerated gulp, for she wanted to please him and new such theatrics did just that. Barbara even went, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm", as the semen slid down her throat into her belly.
"Come with me", Steven said, taking her by the hand and leading her into the bathroom, Barbara teetering on her "fuck-me" shoes as he led her."Sorry Robert, we're going to be out of your sight for awhile, I have some work to do, your wife needs to be cleaned, she's a cum-covered mess, nothing new for her as you're first finding out this evening", as he started to undress. First his jacket, then his black silk T-shirt. He kicked off his shoes, and stepped out of his socks. Barbara enjoyed the sight of his muscles moving with his effort.
He peeled off his black Lord & Taylor briefs and stood before her, his semi-ridgid shaved cock and balls fully exposed, though she new she must avert her eyes from his equiptment lest she be punished. "Now you", as he bent to take her shoes off. He slowly rolled the stockings down her legs, kissing her legs as he went. Standing, he said, "Turn around, lover", and she did. His quickly unlaced her corset and tossed it in the corner. She stood before him nude, her only decoration being the gobs of his cum that still clung to her breasts, arms, and well, anyplace one would look. "Get in the tub and lay down", he whispered.
The realization of what he was about to do struck her like lightning, both filling her with trepidation and exciting anticipation. She made herself as comfortable as she could. Steven stepped over the edge of the tub and positioned himself astride her, at her feet. "You need a cleaning, don't you Barbara?" Quickly formulating what she hoped would be the correct answer, she said, "Yes, Steven. Clean me. Clean me off with your golden stream, once again fulfill one of my dreams" They both laughed at her unintentional cuplet as Steven took his cock in two fingers and aimed. Barbara closed her eyes as her hands instinctively went to her breasts and squeezed.
Steven started to urinate on her breasts, aiming for anyplace where his cum still remained. Barbara, eyes closed, was in rapture at the feeling of the warm water cascading off her body, the eroticsm of the moment making her dizzy. "Open your cunt for me", Steven ordered as he moved his powerful piss stream down her body. Barbara did as she was told and Steven aimed once again, his warm piss now going directly on her clit, pulsing it with pleasure. She moaned, "I don't fuckin' believe this" as she started to spasm in orgasm once again, cumming quicker than she had ever before in her life.
It was the situation that was bringing on the climax she realized, though the jet of hot liquid against the stalk of her clitoris certainly helped. She opened her eyes to watch him push the last of his urine out of his body onto hers as her climax slowed. She watched as the last of him dripped onto her, gazing lovingly at this man who had freed the wanton woman trapped within her.
Steven bent and helped her to her feet, pulling her drenched form close to him, hugging her tightly, kissing the top of her head."The night is still so young, darling and we still have so far to travel in it's darkness", he whispered as he reached behind her and turned the shower on, the hot water covering both of them in their embrace, the steam filling the small bathroom became the fog of their lust, a covering for their secret and forbidden passions. Poor Robert, left to writhe in his chair, bound tightly, trying to understand what was going on from the sounds that he could hear. But he was a smart man, and he soon knew.
Happy Birthday, Darling · Part 2 (2/2)
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