My Boss: Cuckolding Erotica

My Boss: Cuckolding Erotica

I’d written this some time ago, and it popped back up on my radar. As I said in the original post, I normally write from experience.

This is fantasy.


He’s adorable, my R. A few years older than I am and so cute in an almost-ginger boy-next-door sort of way. He’s been flirting with me. And I like it.

I work for the same architectural firm he does. I’m serious about my career and I do an amazing job, which is how I got this highly coveted position. I’m not above using what I have, though, to get more of what I want.

Let me explain.

I’m not just an intelligent, driven woman who likes to get things done by thinking outside the box and making it happen, I am also attractive. Not model material. Actually, I think that could be more trouble than it’s worth, but with my lustrous dark hair, big eyes, and curvy figure, I’ve never wanted for company. Or for opportunities.

And I use all that I have to my advantage. I’ve gotten placed on his team, which is nearly impossible for a first year employee. My work deserves it and the edge of being pleasant on the eyes has assured it. I chose him. In fact, he is why I chose this firm. We met about three years ago at a networking event, and I knew I had to have him.

So, now I work closely with him. Early mornings, late into the night. I am his Gal Friday.

Of course, as we’re cursing AutoCad and hotly debating design and function, we’ve grown closer. He’s recently out of a relationship, and doesn’t think he has time for another, with being a new partner and doing what needs to be done to fit the position.

It’s a perfect opportunity for me to take what I want.

So, I flirt. Outrageously.

I never go too far. After all, this is the workplace, and I would never be the one to break that barrier.

But I will strain it.

And encourage him to break it.

Because that is what I want.

I want him to take that step. The step that will make him all mine.

It’s been about 13 months that I’ve been working on him, and I know that it’s just a matter of time when another partner drops the ball on a big client, and R is asked to take over.

Knowing it will mean three weeks of brutal hours, he asks me if we can do it, even mentions a possible bonus.

Of course I agree, knowing my time is coming soon.

Sixteen hour days for the entire team, no weekends, sleeping on the couches at work, and running home to shower and change make for craziness, but I never lose sight of my most important goal.

Whenever I have the opportunity, I bend over a little lower than necessary, or angle my ass where he can’t help but look. I see him. I don’t let on. That’s not part of the game.


19 days later, a full 72 hours before the deadline, we wrap up. The mood is celebratory. We’re all exhausted and high on accomplishment. R gives us a three-day weekend to recover, and dismisses the team.

It’s just the two of us left, giddy from pulling this off, counting the brownie points we’ll be getting from the other partners and the client for saving this project. One bottle of champagne is left, and he opens it for another toast, to go with the bonus check he hands over to me.

My eyes get wide as I open it and see the numbers printed there, and I know that now is the time to act.

I jump up off the desk I’ve been sitting on and give R a big, full body hug.

“Thank you so much! This bonus is perfect, I have big plans for this money.”

I hold on tightly, pressing myself against him just a little longer than necessary, knowing that if it doesn’t happen now, it may be another year before the time is really right again.

And as I pull away slowly, almost reluctantly, it happens.

He kisses me. With a smile on his face and his arms pulling me tighter.

I melt into it for a brief moment, then I push away and slap him.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?”

R suddenly realizes the trouble he’s in, and I can see him searching for a way out. I don’t stop there.

“Wait. Is this,” waving the check, “some sort of bribe for sexual favors? Is that why I’m the only one on the team who got a bonus?”

He’s stammering now. Stuttering. Denying. Of course not. He just felt I’d done the most work, he’s sorry, so very sorry. He doesn’t know what came over him.

Like I said, he’s adorable.

I stay quiet, letting him run himself out of words. It’s time for the next step.

“I should report you for this. I could probably get a very nice settlement from the company for sexual harassment, if I wanted to.”

More stammering and stuttering. Pleading with me not to do that. It was a mistake, he thought I was open to it, he misread the signals. It would ruin his career. Please, God, no.

I wait again. He’s desperate. Just how I want him.

“We may be able to avoid all that.”

He’s very interested.

Of course.

“I’m willing to overlook your behavior if you do as I say.”

He’s not stupid. He’s suddenly suspicious. I can see him looking for a way out and not finding one.

“Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure you’ll thank me for it, when all is said and done, although you may not like it much at first.”

I smile.

“To be fair, you don’t really have a choice. I’m going to get what I want, either way. If you do as I say, I’ll get what I want, and you won’t lose your career. Even better, you may get exactly what you want as well.”

Like I said, he’s not stupid. He’s catching on to the fact that he’s been set up. I can see it in his eyes as he appraises me, thinking on what I just said.

He’s still desperate, though, because he knows he’s in a tough spot.

That desperation combined with the possible redemption I’ve thrown him is tough to resist.

“I can’t authorize extra funds,” he warns.

“On no, this is quite nice. This bonus will do just fine. I prefer to work for my money the old fashioned way.”

“I want you.”

I see the impact that has on him, and I can see he likes it.

“I will have you MY way, though. As I want you, doing what I say. Or, I’ll file that complaint tomorrow.”

My carrot and stick have been offered. It’s his choice now. I’m 98% positive I’ve read R right, but there is that 2% chance I’m off the mark.

Then I see that he’s made his decision. I wait, anyway. No need to get cocky.

“What’s this involve, then?”

“You’re taking me to your lake house this weekend. You will do as I say in everything. Is that clear?”

R smiles. “Yes, perfectly clear.”

“Excellent. My bags are already packed. You can pick me up at 9am sharp.”

His smile turns rueful.

“I’ll be there.”

His consent is casual, not at all the proper way to address the woman who holds his balls, but the correction can wait.

“Perfect. I’m heading home to get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I feel his eyes on my ass as I leave the office.

The next morning, I’m up at dawn. I’m not fully rested, but I feel mostly refreshed, and I’m excited about what the day will bring.

I shower and blow out my hair, apply some light makeup and cherry red lip gloss, then slip into a summer dress and white wedges with a simple white thong underneath. I grab my sun hat and I’m ready.

My bags really are packed, so I’m ready to go easily before time.

I curl up on the couch with a book to pass the time, and I get so involved I’m a bit surprised when there’s a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, it’s 8:54. Good timing.

I open the door with a smile on my face.

“Good morning!” I sing out happily when I see him. “Thank you so much for being punctual. That earns you big points in my book.”

I flash my most winsome smile.

R smiles in return. “It looks like it will be perfect lake weather,” he comments as he picks up my luggage sitting by the door. “we’ll have a beautiful weekend at the lake.”

“Oh, yes we will,” I reply with a smirk.

R blushes a bit, a little off balance.

I wonder how much sleep he got last night. I bet it wasn’t much, wondering what he’s gotten himself into and thinking about how his life is about to change in ways he can only imagine.

And I’d guess he has not imagined what I have planned.

We walk out to his SUV, and as he puts my bags in the back, I wait by the passenger door. He opens it for me and hands me in, waiting until I settle before closing the door.

As he climbs into the driver’s seat, I thank him for taking such good care of me so far, and run my hand lightly over his thigh.

I can see his body react, and I smile.

It’s about a three hour drive to the lake, and we start by making some small talk about the weather. As the conversation reaches a natural lull, I can feel his curiosity filling up the interior of the vehicle. It makes me laugh inside.

I’m not ready to spill the beans yet, but I do have an idea.

I reach over to the air vents, and adjust them to blow a bit more directly on me. He glances over to see what I’m doing, and I say, “I’m feeling a little warm.”

“Would you like me to turn up the air?”

“No, thank you. I think this is just right. If I slide this up a bit.”

I kick off my sandals, and put my bare, pedicured feet on the dashboard, pulling up my skirt hem a bit, and feeling the air caress my legs.

His eyes keep straying from the road.

I run my hands up and down my legs. “I can’t wait to spend a little time in the sun. I feel like we’ve been inside for three weeks straight, and I need some vitamin D.”

I put emphasis on the last two words, and he looks at me curiously. I’m sure he catches the sexual suggestion, and wonders about it, but I’m not about to clarify.

My hands slide down my thighs.

“Mmmm. And damn, it’s been a long time since I really relaxed, you know?”

My hands are inches away from my panties, and R seems to be having trouble concentrating on his driving.

“In fact, would you mind very much if I relaxed a bit on our way?”

R assents. Of course he does. I can tell he’s wondering if he’s reading things right, and he is both shocked and pleased when I slide my fingers down to my panties and start rubbing myself through them.

“Ahhh. That feels good.”

“I bet.”

His answer annoys me a little. “Hush. You’ll know when I want you to speak. Just watch right now.”


“And I really think you should be more respectful. I think ‘Yes, Miss’ or ‘No, Miss’ will do just fine.”

R pauses for a moment, digesting this, then says, “Yes, Miss.”

“Good boy. Now, be quiet while I relax.”

“Fuck. I’m so wet,” I let my words out light and breathy, but with a bit of a growl. “It’s soaking through my panties.”

My finger slides along the fabric, up and down, as I slowly build myself up. It’s not long before I’m hot and really really wanting more direct stimulation, so I lift my hips off the seat, and shimmy my panties down to my ankles resting on the dash.

“Mmmm. Can you smell that? That’s the scent of my arousal.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“And you like that smell, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“That smells like it would taste good to you, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, yes, Miss.”

“Good boy.”

I lick my fingers to wet them, and slide them along my clit, giving myself a jolt of pleasure. I moan out loud, and slide a bit further down in my seat, making it easier to reach all of my sensitive spots.

“Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you, Miss.”

“Make me believe it,” I say as I rub myself a bit faster. My hips are moving in time with my fingers.

“I want you, Miss. I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you.”

“Go on. I want to cum right here in your car, listening to you tell me how much you desire me.”

“Oh. Um. Well, the first time I saw you in those heels, I could barely take my eyes off you.”

My fingers are moving faster, and my breath is catching a bit.

“The way you moved. Those hips. It’s like your body was calling to me. I couldn’t resist, and I didn’t want to. I had to meet you.”

And that wasn’t enough. When we had that opening at the office, I was going to reach out to let you know, when I saw you’d applied. I masturbated that night, thinking about you working with me. Thinking about taking you right on my desk…”

My pussy juices are keeping me so wet, as I stroke myself. My fingers flying over my sensitive clit as you tell me of your fantasies.

I damn near cum just knowing that I was right. That I had you pegged from the first moment. But I want to hear more.

“When you interviewed, I played it cool, but I felt like you could see through me. I had to have you in the office, and was willing to do damn near anything, but John was so impressed by your accomplishments, he convinced the other senior partners without any input from me.”

“And I immediately went back to my office and shut my door so that I could stroke myself, imagining ways to get you on my team. Visualizing you wanting to talk to me, and walking into my office in those slim skirts and high heels. Closing the door, and standing close to me, on my side of the desk as you asked me a question, looking at me with those eyes…”

R shudders, and just as he does, I cum hard, feeling his need and desire wash over me.

It’s a heady drug, power. Especially sexual power.

I crave it.

And after all the work I put into this plan, it’s potent. Very, very potent.

As I recover, I look over at him. “Did you just spurt in your pants?”

“Yes, Miss. A lot.”

“Mmmm. Good.”

I sit up a bit and lean over, lifting my fingers to his nose. “Smell.”

He breathes in deeply.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes. Miss, I do.”

“I knew you would. Would you like to help me cum?”


“Yes, now. Give me your right hand.”

He holds out his right hand, studiously trying to keep his eyes on the road. I place it on my hot wet mound, and he moans.

Smiling, I say, “How does that feel?”

“Beautiful, Miss.”

“Good. Now, touch me.”

His fingers are tentative at first. It’s a new pussy after all, and not the ideal angle. He slides his fingers up and down, feeling my lips part, finding my clit and teasing it, sliding down and slipping in the tiniest bit.

“Ahhh. Yes. Slip your fingers inside me. I want to fuck your fingers while I touch myself.”

He doesn’t respond, but follows my direction, slipping in an inch or so, unerringly finding my g-spot, and rubbing it gently.

Oh fuck yes! I just knew that he was going to be an amazing lover. My fingers slip back down to my clit as I push myself against him.

I rub myself as I rock on his fingers, my sweet pussy so wet from the pleasure and the naughtiness of fucking his hand at 80 mph. I let myself go, moaning and crying out as I cum, once, twice, three times before I lay back bonelessly into my seat, exhausted.

His fingers are still inside me as I lay still.

“Smell them.”

He slides gently out of me, and I can feel the loss. I’m half tempted to demand them back, but I wait.

He breathes in deeply, drinking in the scent of me.

“Tell me how much you love my cunt wrapped around your fingers.”

“Oh, Miss. That felt so good. Feeling you getting off, squeezing my fingers. Listening to you. Pleasing you. “

“Mmmm. Good. Now beg me to allow you to clean your fingers off with your tongue. Beg to taste me on you.”

It takes a moment for him to respond. I sense it’s because it’s such an immense desire that he needs to process it into words, more than any reluctance to follow my commands.

“Please, Miss. I have dreamed of tasting you. I have caught hints of your natural femaleness as we work and it’s nearly driven me crazy with lust. I’ve wanted to just bend you over and shove my face between your legs a thousand times a day. Please let me taste you. Please let me savor your juices on my fingers. Let me discover the flavor that is uniquely you. I need it. I desire it. I beg you.”

“Oh, how pretty! Yes, please. Do lick me off of your fingers. And while you do, I’ll tell you how this weekend is going to go.”

“For the next three days, you will be my tongue slut. You will use your mouth and hands on me whenever I want, for as long as I want, desiring nothing but to give me pleasure.”

“You will not expect your cock to be touched, nor will your cock touch me. You will not get to fuck me. Only finger and lick every inch of my body as I require.”

“You will serve me in every way I demand, and you will do it with pleasure and desire.”

“Three days.”

“Do you agree?”

“Yes! Yes, Miss, I agree.”

He speaks so quickly, I know he’s not thought through the ramifications of what he is agreeing to, and that’s mostly OK with me. He’ll never guess all of it, anyway. But I make a token effort.

“Now, think it through. Are you really willing to agree to all that I demand and desire this weekend, knowing that you will not get to please yourself at all?”

“Yes, I do, Miss.”

“Ok, then. Yay! How long until we reach the house?”

“About ten minutes.”


I pull my panties up, and settle back into my seat for the rest of the ride.

As we arrive at the lake, I wait for him to get out of the car and come around to open the door for me.

He gets my luggage, and takes it up to the porch and unlocks the door, holding it for me. I walk in and look around, as he gets my bags and nods his head toward the steps. Once upstairs, I look through three bedrooms, choosing the one with the best light and the largest bed.

“This will do perfectly!”

He smiles, “I thought this would be your preference, Miss.”

He sets down my bags and stands, looking a bit awkward.

“You’re going to need to get some supplies for us, and food, right?”

He looks relieved to have a job. “Yes, Miss, I do.” He turns to go.

“Ah ah!” I stop him. “Not quite yet. There’s something I’d like you to do for me first.”

He turns back around, looking curious.

I point at the floor in front of me and snap my fingers. It takes him a moment, but he catches on, and moves to stand before me, then falls to his knees.

“Oh, very good. Now, I want you to take care of me.”

I turn around towards the bed, and lift up my skirt as I lean over, pushing my pussy into his face.

He waits just a moment too long. “Now, tongue boy!”

He doesn’t reply, he just buries his face in my folds.

Oh yes. The man knows how to lick pussy.

His tongue slides along my lips from clit to cunt and back, over and over. Lapping at me, spreading my juices around, wetting me with his saliva.

Once he’s explored, he slides down to gently suck my clit, his tongue flicking it as his nose just dips between my lips, making my hips rock.

I reach back, pulling his head into me, grinding on his face, feeling pleasure rush through my body. I hold off, not wanting this amazing feeling to end just yet.

“Mmmm. That’s a good boy. You do know how to lick a pussy. I think we are both going to be very happy with this arrangement, aren’t we?”

He mumbles something into my cunt.

“You know I can’t understand you. Show me. Make me cum hard all over your face. Give me so much pleasure that there is no doubt in my mind that you want more than anything to be my tongue slut this weekend.”

He redoubles his efforts, and I know I can’t hold out much longer.

Fuck! The man is good.

“Ah yes! Fuck yeah. That’s it. Lick that pussy good, slut. Make me happy and I will cum for you, all over your face.”

He keeps it up as I grind on him, and I cum, moaning loudly and shuddering, wetting his face quite thoroughly.

When I’m done, I press him gently away, and turn around to sit on the bed.

“That was just lovely. Now, go to town and get supplies. You’ll be cooking, since I know you’re an accomplished foodie, so get whatever you think will please me. I have no allergies and no serious dislikes except raw onion. Make sure to get enough for leftovers. If I really like it, I’ll want to take some home with me after the weekend.”

“Oh, and you may not wash your face. You’ll be shopping with my pussy juices all over you. You’ll be able to smell me the entire time. And I want you ready for another round once you’ve gotten back and made lunch.”

“Until then, I’ll be outside, reading and soaking up some sun.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I slip my dress off and start digging through my bag for my bikini.

He stands for just a moment, then turns to leave with a wide smile on his face. I grin to myself, pleased with how our weekend has begun, and knowing there is so much more to come.

About an hour later, I think I hear him returning. Since I’m in the back of the house, near the lake, I am not sure, but my book is a good one and the sun is lovely, so I don’t mind the wait.

After a while, I hear him walking out to me. When he comes into view, he has a nice tray of cold meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables. A perfect light lunch for a hot day. He sets it down on the small table near where I’m lounging and smiles at me.

His eyes travel up and down my body. I think he likes what he sees in the sweet white bikini I’ve chosen. I stretch a bit, showing off.

“That looks delicious.”

“I’ve made some lemonade as well. I’ll get that…”

I stop him before he walks away.

“No. Not quite yet. I need a pick-me-up before lunch.”

His eyes brighten as I pat my bikini and spread my legs on the chaise. “Place your nose right here.”

He eagerly climbs between my legs, setting the tip of his nose right where I want it.

“Breathe in.”

I hear him inhale.

“Don’t you love the scent of my cunt?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I love the way your cunt smells. It’s sweet and warm. Unique to you. The smell of an amazing cunt. I’ve wanted it for so long.”

“Mmmm. That’s good. And what will you do to please that pussy?”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Yes, you will. You’ll be a good little tongue slut for me all weekend, won’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I will.”

“Rub your nose into me. A little harder. Yes. Just like that. Feel the wetness there. Feel those juices seeping through.”

“Oh yes. I do.”

“Ah ah! Not until I give you permission. You keep that tongue inside your mouth.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Mmmm. That’s good. Rub up and down my slit. Make me hot for your tongue on me.”

Of course, he does exactly what I say, and I’m smiling to myself.

I’m laying in the warm sun at a private lake house with a sweet little tongue slut of my very own. Can life get any better?

Well, yes, it can. And it will. I almost laugh as I think of my plans, but a surge of pleasure snaps me out of my reverie.

“Oh, yes. That feels wonderful. Take off my bottoms.”

He slides my bikini down over my legs and sets it at the end of the chaise. I spread my legs again for him, displaying my sweet pussy.

“Look at it. This is the pussy you will be pleasing for the next three days. Does that make you happy?”

“Oh, yes, Miss.”

“Even knowing that your cock will be ignored?”

“Yes, Miss. I will please you with no regard to myself.”

“And do everything I ask?”

“Yes, Miss. Everything.”

“Good. Now, I’d like you to touch me. Gently. Explore me. Tell me about my pussy as you learn about it to please me better.”

He positions himself between my legs again, this time, looking with delight and a sort of curiosity at my mound. His fingers reach out to feel the soft fur nest at the top.

“I like this. I love that you have some hair, here. It’s soft. And trimmed. I like that it’s trimmed. It’s still there, and shows off your womanhood, but it’s not too much. It won’t get in the way of me pleasuring you or stuck between my teeth.”

He grins at me, and I can’t help but grin back.

“I’m so glad you approve.”

“Oh, no, Miss. That’s not what I meant, I just meant that…”

“It’s OK, I’m teasing. Keep going.”

“Oh. Ok. So, I like it. It smells nice. Traps your scent. the scent of you. I love that. I think I’m falling a little bit in love with your smell.”

I don’t respond, I just wait to see what else he’ll say. He continues, with his fingers sliding around the outside of my lips.

“I like your lips. They are full. I’ve always found the fuller ones to be more sensitive. More passionate. They respond so amazingly to touch. See? Just like that.”

He’s rubbed his fingers gently against my lips, and I’ve shuddered a bit and moaned softly. Oh, it feels good.

“Yes, just like that,” he sounds a bit like he’s talking to himself, now, making notes.

“Such soft, velvety lips. So responsive. Ah. Yes, another gasp. I like the way your lips respond to my touch. And when I slide the tip of my finger just inside like this…”

“Oh! So wet. I’m proud I’m pleasing and exciting you this way. I love feeling your lips between my fingers, rubbing them and massaging them. I can feel you growing even wetter, smell your excitement growing. I can’t wait to taste you like this.

“This morning was way too hurried. I like it slow like his, learning you.

“Yes, this is how it should be. Taking my time, finding out your sensitive spots.”

His fingers slide up, lifting and separating my lips and exposing my clit to his gaze. Positioning one hand to hold them open, he licks his fingers on the other hand.

“Ah. The flavor. Delicious. Not enough. Just a tease. I’ll be patient. I’ll taste more in just a few, but for now, I’ll continue my exploration.”


“Yes. That’s what I thought. You like being touched all around your clit, don’t you? I can tell that feels good. Oh yes. this is fun.”

His fingers swirling around my clit feel amazing. I slide a bit down on the chaise, tilting my pelvis a bit, so he has better access to pleasing me. As I do, his fingers start slowly rubbing the sides of my clit like he’s jacking off a tiny little cock.

“Oh. Fuck yes. That feels lovely.”

“I’m glad. I’m glad I’m pleasing you. I’m so thrilled to finally touch you. To taste you. I’ve wanted this so long. I can’t wait to taste you again. To put my mouth on you, to taste your juices. I love how wet you are. How your pussy responds to my touch. How you wiggle. You are so fucking sexy.”

His fingers on me are driving me wild, and I want more.

“Lick me. Lick me and suck me. Taste me. Fill your mouth with me, and make me cum. I need to cum hard, all over your face. All over my new tongue slut’s face. Now. I want your mouth on me now.”

He doesn’t hesitate, but leans down and lays his tongue flat against my clit, his mouth open wide and covering me.

I press my hips up into him and he begins moving his tongue up and down and side to side, lapping at my sensitive clit, made eager by his skilled manipulation.

“Oh fuck yes! I just knew you’d make a good tongue slut from the moment I met you. That’s it. That’s a good boy. Suck and lick that cunt. I want to cum all over you. “

I wrap my fingers in his short hair, pulling him close to me, and grind into his face. He flattens his tongue and sucks as me as I move. I can feel the pressure build, and just at the right moment, he slips a finger tip between my lips and sends me rocketing.

“Fuck yessss! Oh, that’s a good boy. Ah. I can tell I’m going to cum a lot with your help this weekend. Don’t stop. I’m going to keep cumming.”

I hold his head tightly to my cunt as I grind my hips into him, cumming again and again before I finally slow down and fall back onto the chaise.

“Ah. That was nice.” I smile.

He smiles back, looking a bit dazed from between my legs.

I just look at him, and he looks back. The time stretches and his expression turns confused after a minute or so.

“Lemonade?” I prompt.

“Oh. Yes, Miss!”

He jumps up and goes to fetch the lemonade as I choose a few tidbits from the lunch tray. I smile to myself, and think what a lovely weekend this is shaping up to be.

After a bit more sunning and reading and a quick dip in the lake, I head inside for a shower, R in tow.

I grab my towel and head to the bathroom, and when he doesn’t follow, I turn around and look at him.

“Are you coming?”

“To the shower?”

“Yes, to the shower. I need a good rub down.”

He looks both surprised and excited, and responds quickly, “Yes, Miss.”

The shower is plenty large enough for both of us. I step in without turning it on, and hand him the small plastic pot I have in my hand.

“Use this. Rub me down all over, then, once you’ve done that, you can rinse me off.”

He opens up the sugar scrub and gets a bit in his hands. He looks unsure, so I explain, “Just use it like you would soap, rubbing it all over me. It’ll wash off dirts and oils and dead skin, like soap would, but leaves my skin tasting delicious and feeling super soft and sexy.”

He assents and gets to work.

It’s heaven being pampered like this, and I just lose myself in the sensations. With his strong artistic hands scouring me with the scrub and kneading my tired muscles, it’s hard to keep my eyes open. I think to myself that a nap will be the perfect thing after my shower.

“Get me nice and clean,” I say. “You don’t want to miss a spot.” As his hands head between my legs, I say, “Except there. Sugar and pussy don’t mix. We don’t want a yeast infection. I’ll wash that with water.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“You will want to get the backside, though.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Once I’m satisfied that he’s gotten all of me that he’s going to get, I ask him to turn on the water. He adjusts the temperature before I step under it, and he uses his hands again to rinse me off completely and wash my hair for me.

After another rise and condition, I’m ready to step out.

“Get out and dry yourself off, then be ready to dry me.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I stay under the warm stream of water until he’s done getting dry, then shut off the shower and step out to be dried off.

He is thorough, patting and stroking me with a soft, fluffy towel. When he’s got me dry, I wrap my hair up in the towel and gesture for him to follow me back to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom, I clamber up on the bed, making sure to give him an excellent view of my ass as I do.

I lay down on my belly, feeling completely relaxed.

He’s standing at the foot of the bed, not sure what to do, so I take pity on him.

“Use your tongue on me, slut.”

He slides between my legs, and slips his hands under my hips to lift me.

“No. Not there. Not yet.”

“Then what?” he asks.

I wait.

“Then what would you like me to lick, Miss?” he asks properly.

“My ass, silly.”


“What’s the matter? haven’t you ever licked a girl’s ass before?”

“No, Miss. I always thought it was dirty.”

“Well, didn’t you just clean it?” I ask.

“Yes, but not inside.”

“Didn’t you tell me you would do everything I asked this weekend?” I let a hint of anger creep into my voice.

“Yes, I did, but…”

“But what? This is simple. Just lick my ass. Pleasure me. Make me feel good. Don’t you want to do that?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Isn’t that your place? To please me in every way you can?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Licking and tongue-fucking my ass will please me. You want to please me, right?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Then, do it. Spread my cheeks with your hands and lick me until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes, Miss.”

I smile and wiggle my ass in encouragement as I feel his hands spread my cheeks. I can feel his hot breath on me as he leans forward, and his tongue tentatively takes a lick.

I’m patient as he finds his way, his tongue teasing the oh-so-sensitive nerve endings as he licks up and down the crack.

“Yes! That’s a good boy. That feels lovely. Don’t be afraid to get in deeper. Really make me squirm for you.”

My encouragement seems to inspire him, ad he starts really lapping at my asshole. I moan and wiggle, feeling the pleasure building and spreading through my body. As his enthusiasm grows, I can feel his tongue sliding deeper and deeper, and finally slipping into my tight hole.

I gasp aloud, and feel him pause. I wonder if maybe he’s surprised and trying to figure out how he feels about what’s happening, but I want more. I push back onto his face.

“Oh fuck. That feels amazing. That’s it. Fill my sweet asshole with your tongue. Be a good tongue slut and rim me good.”

Once he gave in, it’s like he’s been doing this his whole life. He’s a natural with his mouth, pushing his tongue in and out of my ass while he sucks and licks at me.

I’m wiggling and pushing back on his face, ass-fucking his face as my body climbs higher and higher into pleasure.

I feel and orgasm wrack my body and I shudder and moan in bliss before I fall away from his face back onto the bed.

“Mmmm. Thank you, my slut.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.”

The next thing I hear is, “Miss, I’d like to take you to dinner, if you’ll wake up.”

“Mmmm. Where are we going?”

“I thought I’d take you to the Stockyards.”

I’ve heard of it. In fact, it’s exactly where I would have liked to go. It’s a snazzy place, although not the best, but it has the highest reviews and is reputed to have a very active bar crowd.

I lift my head and glance at the clock. 7:30. I’ve slept about an hour and a half. Perfect for a nap.

“Thanks for waking me. What time are reservations?”

“They don’t accept reservations during season,” he replies apologetically. “Would you prefer to go somewhere else?”

“Not at all, I’ll just get dressed ASAP, so we can get over there are start waiting.” I smile. “I’m looking forward to this. I’ve read good things about their food and I’m sure it’s worth the wait.”

What I don’t say is that I think the wait in the bar will also be fun, and I’m looking forward to seeing what more than the menu has to offer.

That’s for him to find out when and if it happens.

I get up and shake my hair out of the towel, a bit annoyed I’d fallen asleep with it up like that, but find that when I dry it completely, it looks just fine, so no harm done.

In fact, it looks better than fine, I assess. Plenty of shine and body, and it falls around my face in gentle waves. I slip into a slim dress and onto some high heels, shifting myself around until I’m happy with what I see.

A bit of eye shadow to darken my eyes, mascara and a red lipstick, and I’m ready to go.

The 20-minute drive into town goes quickly, Small talk about the beauty of the lake and the history of the homes we pass fills up the time.

The wait at the restaurant is about an hour. He is worried, but I assure him that it will be fine, and suggest that we find a spot at the bar.

Of course, the bar area is packed with people waiting and others just enjoying the night life at the lake. It’s standing room only for a while, but about them minutes into his efforts to buy me a drink, a single stool opens up, and I head towards it.

Seating myself, I accidentally bump the elbow of the man to my right, and he turns. He’s handsome. Broad shoulders and a a friendly face with smoldering eyes. I saw him the moment I walked in.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. It’s so crowded in here, and I was in a hurry to snag the only seat in the place. I see they are at a premium,” I flash him my biggest smile.

“No apologies needed. Do you have a drink yet?” he asks.

“I have one on the way.”

“Excellent news. I’d hate to see a lovely lady like yourself being neglected.”

“Oh, that would never happen,” I assure him, and we continue to exchange pleasantries and flirt while R secures the libations.

When R arrives back, I introduce Jack, “He’s One of the locals of the lake. He was actually born here,” I mention.

“Oh, really?” Asks R without much interest.

“Yes, and I left. Couldn’t wait to get out. But then, it’s dragged me back. I live her about 60% of the time. The rest of the time I’m up in the city at my office or in court.”

“Jack here does corporate law,” I mention. I turn towards Jack, “I bet you kill them at trial with that smile. Is charming all the women on the jury a successful tactic?”

“Oh yes. Works every time!”

Jack and I laugh, and R seems a bit nonplussed.

We chat for a few more minutes until our table is called. As we take our leave, Jack hands me his card with a nod and a wink. I take it with a grin and slip it into my purse.

Once we’re settled at the table, and have our dinner drinks ordered, I say, “Well, that was fun! What a nice guy, don’t you think?”

R is not particularly impressed, and says so.

“Well, what’s not impressive about him? He’s good looking, successful, charming, and helps shelter dogs in his spare time.”

R seems a bit pouty, and mumbles something about betting he has a small penis. I laugh.

“I bet he doesn’t. How much will you bet me?”

I’m watching carefully, because I have my ideas about R, and I’d like to confirm them. I think I see something on his face, then it’s gone as he demurs.

I laugh again and change the topic. I’m not ready to push it, yet.

When the appetizers and dinner have been ordered, we relax a bit. I’m smiling at R, thinking to myself that I really couldn’t have done better. Jack is a good-looking man, but so is R, and R has a few special qualities that I’m looking for and prize in a man.

Or, at least I hope he does.

I look at R, smiling until he looks me in the eyes.

“How do I look, tonight?”

“You look delicious, Miss.”

“Delicious enough to eat?”

“Yes, Miss. Very much so.”

“Delicious enough to eat my ass?”

His voice is quieter. “Yes, Miss.”

“Did you enjoy eating my ass today, tongue slut?”

“Yes, I did, Miss.”

“Tell me.”

He’s getting used to my game, and doesn’t even hesitate.

“I loved eating your ass today, Miss. At first, well, you know I wasn’t sure about it. I thought it would be dirty or gross.

“But when I tasted you, I realized how natural it is. Salty, but you. Just a different part of you. And so real. So female, if you know what I mean. Like I was made to worship every part of a woman’s body, your body, and until that moment, I’d never realized what I was missing. That I was not whole in my service.

“I realized when my tongue slipped inside you that I was doing my duty. I was where I belonged, pleasing you as you chose. I was almost overwhelmed by pride, and when you fell so fast asleep after, I was happy I could provide you such an amazing experience and a restful nap.”

I smile slightly, while inside I’m jumping for joy. I could not have crafted a better answer for him if I’d tried, and he was more than on-track for all of my plans. Now, for the next step.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself. Now, you say I look delicious. Does it make you proud to be out with me tonight?”

“Yes, Miss.

“Does it make you proud that other men find me attractive?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Does it make you proud that other men want what you have?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good. But you were feeling jealous that Jack wanted me, weren’t you?”

His answer is slower this time.

“Yes, Miss. I was.”

“Can you tell me why that is?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I guess he’s good-looking and successful, and I have wanted you for so long. I’m not ready to lose you when I don’t even have you.”

“Fair enough, R. What if I were to tell you that if you follow all of my instructions this weekend that you will get to keep me, possibly forever, and that guys like Jack are not a threat to you?”

He takes some time to respond. He looks like he’s tasted the words, chewing them over in his mind and digesting them. Before he can answer, our appetizers arrive, and we’re distracted by our delectable dishes, and I can tell he’s happy for the reprieve.

I’m ok with discussing the food and giving him a bit of a break.

When the appetizers are cleared, though, I bring us back on topic. “So,” I prompt.

“I find that hard to believe, Miss.”

I’m a bit caught off guard by his reply, and it takes me a moment to recover. “Are you suggesting I’m lying?” I ask.

“No,” he responds slowly, thinking. “Not that. I’m just thinking that we haven’t known each other that long, and it would be very hasty to make such a statement just now. Miss.”

“Fair enough. Thank you for being honest. Would you to hear my view on this?”

“Yes, Miss. I would.”

“So, I’ve long thought you were attractive and interesting and sexy as hell. I’ve also enjoyed getting to know you as we’ve worked together, and have learned a lot about you through observation and how the people around you speak.

“I’ve also had a few personal theories that you would suit me in… other… ways. This weekend is the beginning of exploring those ways, and so far, you suit me quite well, thank you very much.”

I smile, and he smiles back at me.

The waiter comes, bringing our main dishes, and the conversation is interrupted again, but I’m pleased with the stopping point, and don’t rush to bring it back up again until dinner’s plates have been cleared away.

“So, with all of that said, if you continue to please me, and you want to continue in the same sort of relationship, I see no reason that we will not be able to make a long-term go of this.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Do you see where I’ve thought this through, and understand what I’m offering?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Do you want that?”

“Yes, Miss. I do. Very much.”

“Ok. so, as to the second part?”

R looks a bit confused, so I clarify, “And that Jack is not a threat to you?”

“That’s a bit more difficult to understand, Miss.”

“Well, to be perfectly clear, he is not you. He does not have what I want in a man.” I pause to let me point sink in.

“What he has is surface good looks, charm, desire for me, and possibly a huge cock. That’s it.”

I smile inside a bit as I watch his face fall. I already know that R is not too “gifted” in the cock department, because he’d dated a mutual acquaintance, and I’d pumped her for information one night when she had one too many. He’s about average, but often can’t get it quite working. And that’s just fine by me.

His cock is not his biggest asset in my considerations. Not even in my top ten.

I go on, “So, at most, he’s fun to flirt with, to play with, but could never replace you, if you live up to all I expect of you.”

I watch R’s face, and I can tell he wants to believe, but he’s just not sure.

I make my move.

“In fact, I bet if you really think about it, knowing that a guy like Jack wants the woman who left him sitting at the bar for you turn you on.”

Watching him, I see the exact moment he realizes I’m right and accepts that. He looks at me with a bit of wonder in his eyes.

“And, I bet that thinking about it now, thinking about what might have happened if he knew that I am not wearing underwear is turning you on right now.”

I looked away at the waiter coming to the table, but watched R out of the corner of my eye. I could see him blush and I know for a fact I hit the nail not he head. His not-so-subtle squirming and adjustments under the table while we order dessert only add to the glee I’m hiding.

When the waiter leaves, I continue, “Doesn’t that turn you on?”

“Yes, Miss. It does.”

“Does it turn you on to know that Jack could have slipped his hand up my leg and touched the wet pussy you licked so expertly for me just a few hours ago? That no one would have seen as he touched the cunt that owns you this weekend?”

The answer is stronger this time, as is his blush.

“Yes, Miss.”

I smile and sigh happily, looking into his eyes.

“We’ll get along just fine, then. Thank you for being honest with me. I know it can be hard to admit things like this, and I appreciate you even more for your bravery.”

“You are very welcome, Miss.”

After dessert, we drive back to the house. It’s late, almost midnight by the time we leave, and I doze a bit in the car, but when we get to the house, I’m awake again and needing something to take the edge off.

I have the perfect thing.

I invite R to my room with me, and strip off my dress in a single move, leaving me naked except for my heels, which I kick off.

“R,” I begin.

“Yes, Miss?”

“Please get into that smaller bag for me, and pull out the massage wand and cords.”

He does, handing it to me, as I walk to the bed.

“Please plug it in for me.”

He follows my directions, then stands by the side of the bed. I lay down, and make myself comfortable, turning the wand on low, and positioning it over my clit.

“Mmmm. That feels good. I love my wand. The perfect thing to take the edge off at the end of a long day.”

“I could do that for you, Miss. With my mouth.”

“Thank you for the offer, R. I appreciate it. Your work this weekend is not yet over, and I will, in fact, have a task for you this evening, but for now, I’m going to use my wand on myself.

“If you’d like to sit beside me and massage me as I get myself off, I’ll allow that for now.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good boy.”

The vibration of the wand against m clit is both soothing and building my arousal. As R’s warm hands touch me and begin to touch me with certainty and assurance, I let myself relax fully and just give into to the sensations.

His hands are running over my body, slipping along my ribs, brushing my breasts, and kneading my thighs. I turn up the power a bit on my wand, so it’s on medium, and feel my pleasure rise along with it.

It’s still not putting me over the edge, but it’s building, and it feels so damn good. His hands touching just create different areas of sensitivity. I never know quite where they are going, and the pleasure and surprise just add to the layers of sensation.

“Do you want to taste me?” I ask.

“I’d love to taste you. Yes, Miss.”

“Play with my breasts with your mouth and hands. Suck them, lick them, nibble them, worship them while I cum.”

“Yes, Miss.”

His voice is reverent and breathy as he starts softly touching my breasts, raising goosebumps and tightening my nipples.

I turn up the wand once more, to high.

“I want your mouth on my nipple, now. I want you sucking my breast as I cum.”

He complies, and I feel everything triple and a haze of sexual fervency comes over me. I press the wand into my cunt, feeling the vibrations send me higher and higher while his warm, wet mouth closes on my breast and he suckles hungrily.

My body is shuddering, shaking. My hips are bucking into the wand. I’m using one hand to hold it steady and the other is pressing his face into my breast as he suckles and licks me.

“Ohhh. Oh fuck yes! I’m going to cum. I love feeling your mouth on me, while I get off. I love thinking about the big cock Jack must have while you pleasure me.”

For a moment, R feels like he is pulling back, probably in shock that I mentioned Jack, but I firmly hold his head in place, and after a few seconds, he relaxes and redoubles his efforts, moaning slightly with desire and need.

I’m right! I know I’m right.

The knowledge and power get me off, sending lightening bolts through my body as I cum and cum hard, holding my cuckold-to-be’s face tight to my breast as I masturbate thinking of another man’s cock.

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