by D STEP
“Take my panties off!”
“Yes ma’am.” She obeyed and went to pulling my panties down.
“Not like that girllll!” She looked up at my stern face. She was timid and confused, “With your TEETH!”
“Okay, kay.” She said with unquestioning obedience. I felt a sudden spastic pinch inside her pussy as she obeyed my sexual commands. I tried to keep a stern face and fighting not give away any signs of the sweet twitching sensation that was throbbing rampantly below my navel. But for the love of God my pussy would not stop twitching. Twitching tightly, sweetly. It felt so fucking good, boggling my senses. I closed my eyes for a moment, swallowed slowly, trying to quell the fire in my pussy. Calm my heat. And that’s when my pussy decided to paint along my thigh with my juice. It painted a single line, it wasn’t long. It was short and it seeped from the tight elastic leg of the black sheer material that I wore.
I tried to act as if the fine trickle of juice dripping down my thigh wasn’t there. Tried to keep my knees from wobbling, hardened my stare and said,
“What’s that you say?” Then snarled with a reprimanding wink, narrowing only one eye and crimpling my forehead. She knew she should never address me without referring to me by my title.
“Sorry ma’am. Sorry.” Then her cool hard teeth smoothly slid down between the meat of my hipbone and the waist of my panties. She closed her teeth together against my skin to get a grip at the waist. Her teeth were hard and cool and smooth and ohhh so titillating. The tingly sensation of the first time ever having her mouth down south on me made my body shivered. I strained to keep my knees straight. It didn’t work.
She noticed how pliable my knees went when she grazed against my hipbone with her teeth. She liked that. She sexily bit on the tender baby flesh around my hipbone. Caressing my aroused flesh with the edge of her teeth. I struggled to keep my pussy in order but . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 1
The warm water from the shower cascaded down my spine, my eyes closed, and my hair clung together in wet ropes at my shoulders as I tried to wash away my feeling of guilt. What I had just done was wrong.
I shouldn’t have cheated on my husband, and especially not in public; well, not actually in public, but there in the changing room of the store. It was not even with some hot dripping guy, it was with a redheaded butch. It was my first time lesbian experience and if all that wasn’t bad enough, though she took charge and controlled me, she was noticeably younger than me. Added to the fact that we worked in the same office was surely enough to have my tummy in butterflies right now. I turned off the shower. The pour of water down my back was cut off. I had had the warm water running down my back for so long that now that it was off, I could feel the rush of water as it raced down, sliding off my naked body.
I pull my soaked hair back in a ponytail with my eyes closed and a thought hit me, “Oh fuck!” I gasped inwardly. I will have to face her after this weekend, while my husband may be in the office too. I think that was the beautiful icing on the cake of turmoil; that my husband, Paul, worked in the same office too. Not only worked there but he owned the law firm. The young girl that had fingerfucked me in the changing room was his secretary, a new intern. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to digest my new reality. I knew from now on all of us being in the same office would either be terribly uncomfortable or terribly exciting; only time would tell.
Exciting? Hmm . . . What the hell am I thinking? I shouldn’t have. This was so wrong, how do I make it right? I’ve never cheated on Paul, all through our four years of marriage. And Paul has never cheated on . . . oh wait . . . Had Paul ever cheated on me? I slid the glass door of the shower open and wrapped myself in a towel as I got out. Am I the only one in the wrong here? I mean, we haven’t had sex in months, and when I try to initiate sex with him at night, he’s always too tired or not in bed. Now, my girlfriend, Jessie, should I call her my girlfriend? Mhm . . . I could maybe get use to that, having a young girl like her, so talented with her touches, her fingers, her tongue, my breasts, my nipples, my lips, my tongue, my clit. Oh fuck, the naughty thoughts kept coming; the sweet feelings kept ripping through my body. There I went again, just remembering her sweet soft touches, kisses, and sucking and I was getting wet and reliving her every sensual tongue stroke. I touched my pussy and squeezed. I tried my best to think straight.
You know what? Jessie may be very right; Paul maybe cheating on me with a younger flashier girl. Why else would he have lost sexual interest in me? It can’t be just work. I picked up my cell, searched for Mr. Rodriguez’ number. A private detective would surely give me the answer to that. He was the best around town that money could buy. There was a final digital “beep” as I dialed the last digit of Mr. Rodriguez’ number, then I realized that I was hoping my husband was cheating on me. If he was, I wouldn’t have this heavy feeling of guilt anymore. The phone rang and I thought about it more, I hoped Paul wasn’t cheating. I was so confused. My heart began to kick in, picking up speed; it felt heavy in my chest and beat loudly in the lonely room. The phone rang somewhat loudly too, now on the second ring. My heart quickened more and more as I thought of having Mr. Rodriguez check out my husband’s faithfulness. What if he actually caught my husband in the act, like he did Mr. Carter? Would he keep to his word and keep it private? My heart was thumping so hard in my chest over this one phone call that I now had problems breathing.
“Hello, this is private detective Rodriguez how may I . . .”
I hung up the phone sharply before he finished introducing himself. I would not go through with this. I would die if I found out that I was being neglected by my husband for another woman or girl. I examined my body in the mirror. I knew it couldn’t be my sex appeal because I was sure I hadn’t lost it, obviously. I opened the towel and stared intently at my rounded hips, my full breasts, the sink of my perfect navel.
A frightening ring and vibration in my hand. My cell.
‘Rrrringgggg ... Rriiinnngggg.’
I looked at the number. It was detective Rodriguez returning my call. My breathing became more difficult. Now, again, I was hoping my husband was cheating. I rejected Mr. Rodriguez’ call.
I can’t go through with this.
My cell rang again. There was a knock at my door at the same time. I was confused as to which to answer first.
The knob of my door turned as the phone made its second ring. I watched to see who was coming through the door- as if it could have been anyone else aside from my husband. The phone kept on ringing. I answered the phone.
“Hello.”
“Yes, hello ma’am. This is private detective Rodriguez, I just received a call from you but I don’t know what happened; we seemed to have been disconnected somehow. How may I help?”
Paul stepped through
the door, he stared at me with the phone to my ear.
“Hello, ma’am, are you there?” Mr. Rodriguez said.
“Ahh . . . yes I am,” I answered staring at Paul who was watching my lips at the phone, “I’ll call you back. Sorry.”
“How you doing?” Paul said as he dropped the briefcase by the side of the bed and came close to hug me. His scent was unrecognizable. Or maybe I was paranoid.
“I . . . I’m doing fine hun, ahh, how was your day?” I asked with my eyes lowered.
He walked over to me and I dropped my cell on the bed
“Today was the usual, I’m a bit tired.” He hugged me tightly and smiled. It still doesn’t smell like his cologne to me… or maybe it is, I kind of recognize the smell, it’s faintly familiar but it ain’t.
My hands remained by my side, I didn’t him hug back. He squeezed me into him and then pulled me away and searched into my eyes.
“What’s up with you?” He interrogated, “You seem off, what was that call about?”
I looked to the cell on the bed.
“It was nothing. It was just Jessie.”
“Jessie? Who’s Jessie?”
Oh damn. Why was it that her name was the first lie I could make as an excuse?
“Jessie from work.”
“Ohh, I thought you were referring to a guy, you mean Jessica, the new chick?”
“Yeah, that Jessie.”
“So, what was it about?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean what was the call about? It’s a Saturday, why would she be calling you and why would you need to call her back. Your face looked a bit worried while you were taking the call.”
This guy had to be a lawyer. I was terrible at lying, but I was not going to rat on myself.
“Oh its nothing, girl stuff. Relationship issue with her boyfriend,” I quickly lied.
“Boyfriend?”
“Yeah. She thinks her boyfriend may be cheating. What a bastard!”
“That’s odd,” Paul said slowly in thought.
“What’s odd?”
“That. Her boyfriend.”
“Why is her boyfriend odd?”
“She is a butch, isn’t she?”
“A butch?”
“Yeah, a butch, as in a lesbian stud.”
How the hell did Paul figure this?
“What made you think she’s a butch or a lesbian?”
“She only wears pants, she has a wandering eye on the females in the office, and I think she’s into something with Kelly. I might be wrong.”
“You really think she might be a . . . a . . . lesbian?”
“Yeah. I think she has the hots for you too,” he winked and smiled at me.
“Me? Oh no. Not me, I’m not into women.”
He stared at me with a silly smile. Now I was wondering what the hell does he know, if he knows, and just how much?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re not into women or you’re not into cheating?”
“Both. You know I’d never cheat. You wouldn’t either, right?”
“If you were with a woman, I wouldn’t consider it cheating,” He said casually. My breath hitched.
“Huh?”
“I like lesbians. I wish you had a girlfriend.”
“Since when have you wished I had a girlfriend?”
“Ever since I saw you and Tammy kiss at the airport.”
“Hey, hey ... that was just a friendly kiss, it’s nothing like you—”
“I know-I know, but ever since then, I’ve always fantasized about you being with a girl.”
“A girl or a woman?”
“A girl, someone younger than you would be nice.”
“So you do like younger girls,” I said. He stared at me stolidly without a reply.
“I just don’t get it though, Paul. You fantasize about me being with a girl or you fantasize about being with me and a girl?”
“No, not a threesome. You with a girl. Me watching a girl doing you.”
“What the hell? Would that turn you on?”
“It already has,” he said and his hand went to doing a tight stroke on the stiffening crotch of his pants. I acted as if I hadn’t notice a bulge growing.
“What about that would turn you on? I still don’t get it. Really.”
“I want to see you with your legs open, a girl licking on you, sucking on your tits, having your body writhing and squirming under the pleasure of her tongue, you burying your face in her wet juicy young cunt.”
The front of his pants rose pointedly. His eyes darkened with lust. It was the first time in months that I had seen him so ready.
“You didn’t answer the question.” I said.
“What question?”
“Would you cheat on me?”
There was a thick pause.
CHAPTER 2
“I think the question is would you cheat on me?” He said and watched my eyes. My eyes fidgeted and my answer hitched at my throat.
“Ch . . . cheat on you? What kind of a question is that?”
“Would you cheat on me? Yes or No?”
“You were just here telling me your fantasy about me being with another woman, wouldn’t that be cheating?”
“No . . . not if I consented.”
“Mhhm. How interesting, dear.”
“So, have you?”
“Cheated?”
“Yes, have you cheated?”
My face scrunched, showing how appalled I was for his seriousness about such a question.
“Of course not Paul, you know me far better than that. YOU are the one I’m concerned about, you haven’t fucked me in months! What could possibly—”
He charged into me with a hard kiss on my lips, I felt his solid cock pressed into my belly. It felt like smooth steel. I took a swift inhale and loss control of my weight. I was so dying to feel him. Not fucking me, but licking me… but Paul hardly ever dined on me that way. If only he was Jessie, I thought. Oh my God, how good Jessie’s tongue would feel on me right now. I felt a tight tug on my clit. Was it Paul’s kiss, his hard cock against me, or the thought of Jessie’s face between my legs that had turned me on?
“Pa . . . Paul,” I said in a ragged breath and with weak half-closed eyes.
“Yes dear?”
“I want you to eat me. Eat me like you’ve never done before.”
Hidden in the dark shadow of my mind, all I wanted was for him to eat me so I could imagine it was Jessie.
“Hun, you know what? Let’s go to bed . . .”
He walked off, my hand in his hauling me with him. I held my weight grounded to standing by the dresser mirror, not moving.
“Paul, what’s happening between us? I thought tonight would be different. You promised.”
“Honey, quit it please, I’m really tired. I’mma retire, you can stand there all night if you wish.”
I stood there even more appalled by his actions than his question. I watched him slip under the covers with disregard for my yearning. I felt like storming out the room and heading out to see Jessica. I sighed and tried to calm myself down.
It was more than twenty minutes before I went to bed and I made sure I stayed on my side and made no contact with him.
CHAPTER 3
Later that night my panties weren’t wet; they were visibly soaked at the crotch. My eyes were closed and miniscule beads of sweat sprouted through the tiny pores of my forehead. I had been sweating long enough that now the tiny balls swelled into fatter globes of lightly salty water and dribbled down the outer edge of my brows. I was sleeping and dreaming. But was it a dream or a nightmare?
Behind my closed eyes, it was me and Jessie in the white computer room of the office. The air outside in the city was congested with the noisy sound of a young baby crying, motorcars buzzing by on the nearby main road, horns honking, and the clashing blast of many radio stations’ music. Somewhere in the distance was the sound of hammer slapping in wood, maybe construc
ting something, fixing something?
I had on a very thin white blouse in the dream and my pink nipples visibly pitched stiff twin tents through it. Naked legs, no shorts, just panties. Thin, black, sheer fabric. A black fabric so barely-there that you could see that beneath I was baldly shaven, clean. Hints of her skin color where my sweet mound rose up high and fat teased through my soft panties.
In Jessie’s hand she had the elastic waist drawn off my hip towards her face. I was standing and my ass was leaned on the computer desk. My cheeks squeezed against the cool wooden desk and broadened my hips sexily. Jessie’s face was in front of my pussy; she was kneeling between my legs. My legs invitingly opened wide to let her fit her feminine shoulder and head between into my intimate space, her tongue into my pussy. I was so wet she’d be wasting her time to lick me; she needed to slurp my juices. She looked at my clit and her tongue was salivating heavily.
She let go of my waist and looked up at me like an enthusiastic kid who had just discovered something for the first time and said, “I had no idea how short your slit down there is.”
I smiled as she continued, “Your pussy is so sexy and plump and pretty. Oh God, your pussy is so pretty.” Her mouth formed an ‘O,’ still enthusiastic about the shortness of my slit.
I poked a single finger into that “O” of her mouth.
“Shhh. Don’t speak,” I said “until you eat my pussy.” I pulled my finger out of her now-quiet mouth.
“Don’t stop eating my pussy until you burp. Eat me like you’ve never ate another woman before.”
She looked up into my eyes as I went on, “Eat me like its life. Like a greedy little fat kid eating cake. You’re greedy and my pussy is your cake. Stuff your face. Have a fill. Have a ball eating your plate clean. You understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” my little pet answered, shaking her obedient head. The baby stopped crying outside and the noise level seemed to have drastically lowered with the absence of just the crying.
