Sordid Secrets (Lady Athena Book 1)

by Mistress Kaz

  He reached down to his zip and released his cock. As he rubbed against me he moaned in my ear “Amy, you slut! Oh, you dirty bitch! I bet you wanted that slave to take you, didn’t you? Did you like his cock?”

  “Err…” I was at a loss for words, confused. Was this way of punishing me.

  “Amy I was wanking earlier thinking about you with that guy. I imagined he was taking you and I was sitting and watching. It made me so hard.”

  “I just want you Hugh.”

  Frustration flashed in his eyes. “Just tell me you wanted his cock. That’s what I want to hear right now.”

  Suddenly I understood the game and after a pause, I whispered “I wanted to sit on it whilst you watch me Hugh.”

  He moaned in pleasure, something primal had been invoked deep within him. We had not had sex this passionate in years.

  “Oh yes” he moaned “Take his cock baby, take all of them whilst I watch. I’m not allowed to penetrate you until they all finish. I’ll just sit there and stroke my cock”

  “Yes, sit and wait Hugh, watch me be a bad girl for you” I wasn’t great at dirty talk but experimented cautiously, hoping I was saying the right things, and also praying that he knew this was fantasy talk and not real.

  He was groaning and I could feel him sliding himself into me, filling me up with his cock, and I was falling, deep down into a rabbit hole. I was giddy with lust and the room span. All I could think of was here and now and him thrusting his cock into me. I had never known him to be this forceful before and it was the best feeling in the world. I didn’t want this moment to end.

  “Hugh” I whispered “You dirty fucker! Keep fucking me.”

  I can’t remember all the details of what was said as I was lifted away and floating in a sea of abject bliss. I’ll never forget how I felt in the moment though. It was raw and fervid, but there was this feeling that finally we had merged on a mental level as well as physical and I let myself go.

  Orgasm was bubbling inside me like it had never done before with Hugh. I squeezed his buttocks tightly with my fingernails and bit into the flesh of his shoulder as he rode me. Wave after wave hit me and endorphins flooded my body causing me to feel like I was floating in the air. My vagina muscles contracted tightly opening and shutting like a flower, squeezing him tight and cause him to fall deep into an abyss of pleasure.

  “Yes, yes, you dirty slut! I love you being a dirty slut for me” he panted as he held my hips and filled me over and over. Then he let out an almighty roar, his whole body shook and he collapsed onto me, tangling his fingers into my hair and panting in my ear.

  Hugh

  I think my mind was half made up as I made my way to Amy’s room, but when I saw her looking so sweet, sad and vulnerable in that oversized dressing gown, my emotions went haywire and my libido went through the roof. All that built-up tension had to come out. I pushed her back on the bed and opened her robe. Her perfect ivory breasts looked as good as ever. Just seeing her like this made my cock burn with the desire to pump her until we exhausted ourselves. Her shaved pussy looked so inviting, I needed to be inside it. I kissed her, pushing her back and asserting my control. Now was not a time to be submissive. I needed to take her now.

  All I could think of was filling her up inside. I unleashed my straining cock and kissed her with a burning passion. The edge of my tongue darted over her lips and hers met mine with a fury. Our tongues tangled together and my fingers found their way to her soft rose bud nipples. They reacted to my touch and stiffened instantly.

  She was whispering in my ear, “Hugh, I want you.’ It stroked my ego and ignited my ardour harder than ever. We become a mass of entwined limbs. Our hands explored each other’s bodies as they hadn’t done in years. It was like I was rediscovering her all over again and I felt a sexual intensity that had been long forgotten. Memories arose and I remembered feeling like this when we first met. Desperate to make her mine, desperate to be inside her and make love to her. This was different though. This was more lusty and raw and I wanted to take her hard. It was almost as if the feelings of jealousy had stirred something up within me and I was compelled to make her mine again.

  I parted her legs with my knees and they slid open easily in an inviting manner. I looked down and I admired the way her pussy parted and opened like a flower inviting a bee to come inside.

  Unable to hold back, I slid deep into her and just held myself there for a moment feeling the rush. Then I pumped her hard until I reached the edge. I pulled out and flipped her over onto all fours. I wanted to watch her peachy cheeks jiggle whilst I took her from behind.

  I slid myself back inside her and gasped at the way her sweet little flower squeezed so tightly around me. I began to thrust a little faster, every single stroke filling me with a crazy intensity that made me feel as if I would come any moment.

  Then I did something I’d never done before. I started to talk.

  “Did you want those big cocks inside you? Can you imagine them all taking it in turns to fuck you? I thought about it, imagined them filling you up and fucking you like a dirty bitch!“

  “Hugh…” she said hesitantly and made some protests but I didn’t hear, didn’t want to hear and hushed away her fears with words of and encouragement, kissing her neck as I filled her.

  “I loved those big cocks” she said looking back with big doe eyes as I drove my dick into her hard. Then she cried “Hugh. You dirty fucker! Keep fucking me.”

  “I imagined them fucking you whilst I was tied up. Then you’d crawl over to me and start sucking me off whilst one of them was fucking you from behind.

  “Yes, yes…” she cried and I could feel her tighten around me, I could feel her body pulsing and then her muscles contracted and she moaned loudly as he came around my dick.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer and with a final thrust I squeezed her tits and emptied my aching balls deep inside her. As I did so I cried ““Yes, yes, you dirty slut! I love you being a dirty slut for me”

  I collapsed on top of her for a few minutes then I heard her say “What do we do now?”

  I simply replied, “We talk.”

  Amy

  I couldn’t possibly have hoped for the evening to go as well as it did. I still felt as if I was walking on a cloud. I was jubilant. The memory of Hugh taking me like he never had before kept invading my mind and my heart was filled with warmth. I felt the most at peace that I have done in a long time. We ate in our room and enjoyed the platters of food that that Maid brought us.

  Maid had been very sweet. He knocked the door and left the food outside being considerate not to interrupt us.

  The food was delicious and we acted like teenagers feeding each other nibbles and talking well into the night.

  Whilst we still had a long way to go, Hugh and I had reached a truce and decided to make a go of it. We both admitted that we should not have lied to the other, but accepted that there were problems within the relationship that we could each work on.

  We also both agreed that the events that happened between us were sexually exciting and that we would expand on our sexual repertoire. When Hugh had stepped through the door earlier I had never seen him looking so sexy. I didn’t realise he could be so dominant either. Obviously, we both had a desire to be the submissive partner, but this was no reason for us having become lazy. We had failed to meet each other’s needs.

  We discussed the idea of taking it in turns to be dominant, that way we could satisfy each other sexually and meet each other's needs. It was all very grown up and mature and I really admired Hugh’s strength of character and his resolve to make things work. He really did love me.

  I had told him to go back to his room when I realised it was 2am and now I looked at the empty pillow missing my beautiful man. I didn’t want to ever risk losing him again.

  I sort of supposed we would go home now, but Hugh had suggested we stay and learn a thing or two which I was happy to go along with. Perhaps it could enrich our relationship and help us
embrace the world of fetish and all its pleasures.

  There’s only one thing that surprised me a little. Hugh suggested that I interact with some of the other slaves…not full sex or anything like that, but a little bit of experimentation. He admitted he would love to watch me orally please another slave as he watched. I thought he might be testing me at first, but later realised that he was serious about it. I didn’t really have an interest in exchanges with other guys. It had always been about submitting to a Mistress for me as much as it seemed to be for Hugh. I was open to the idea if it pleased Hugh, as long as he wouldn’t expect me to have sex with them. He assured me that he didn’t want that. I told him I couldn’t handle him having full sex with anyone else either, so it felt good to set some boundaries and I felt more confident that we could get through this. It would be a long road but perhaps we could get there.

  With all these thoughts rolling around my head, I hugged the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

  Lady Athena

  I watched on the spy cam as he entered the room. I could tell by his body language that he was pent up and what was about to happen. Would she allow it? Yes, I thought she might. I was right. Amy did not resist his advances. As he grabbed the red head her body was soft and willing.

  She offered no resistance as he ravished her, pushing her down, kissing her breasts and showing her the fire of his passion. Amy had responded and writhed against him and then he climbed on top of her and slid inside her. His hips were gyrating and his muscular, bronzed bottom was going up and down, thrusting in and out.

  This was one of the most interesting spy cams I had seen in a while. Normally I got bored after a minute, but I left the cam on watching the most intense sexual interaction I had seen in a long time. There was a lot to be said for make-up sex and with this in mind, my thoughts drifted into images of my ex Zora.

  Watching Amy on the cam now reminded me a little of Zora. They had the same slender frame and the same vibrant shade of hair. Zora was more petite than Amy and much feistier, but there were definite similarities in their looks.

  It felt naughty watching this couple in secret. Perhaps I was invading their privacy but they were under my roof and my rules. Besides I found sordid secrets extremely titillating.

  A tingle spread through me and my fingers found their way into my red lace edged panties. My fingers wriggled deeper into the fabric and impatiently I pulled the fabric aside. It was arousing exposing myself in front of the spycam, although of course it was only one way and they could not see me. The fact I was playing whilst watching them was so illicit. I felt more turned on than ever.

  I explored my pussy, stroking my lips, teasing my fingers around the edges and flickering back and forth to my clitoris. I wasn’t sure how long the show would last, so I walked to my elegant mahogany office desk and open a drawer. Inside sat a vibrator that was designed to look holographic, silver with flecks of purple and blue. It was only small, about 4 inches in length but penetration wasn’t something that interested me right now.

  I pressed button number 3 and watched the toy whirl into life buzzing hard. I smiled and rested myself back down on the futon. I unzipped my dinner dress, and unclasped the lacy red bra I wore underneath. My breast spilled out and I laid back on the futon, my hands wandering all over my bosom. I enjoyed the size and shape of them feeling privileged to have such good sized, firm breasts. My hands roamed all over my body and whilst my eyes settled on Amy and Hugh, it was Zora I was seeing. Sweet Zora, dressed in a scanty pair of black mesh panties. Her full round breasts were bobbing up and down and that little thatch of red hair was just visible through her barely their panties.

  I spread my legs wide and pulled my knickers back into position. Then I lifted the tip of the toy and ran it all over my panties enjoying the sensation of the silk and lace against my pussy. They were becoming wet and I pushed them inside me a little with my fingers.

  Hugh and Amy seemed to be reaching a climax, but I closed my eyes and saw Zora peeling off her panties, smiling and beckoning me. I imagined pushing her down and exploring my body with her tongue. Memories came flooding back to me, the scent of her hair, the sound of her moans and the taste of her skin. A tug of longing pulled at my heart mixed with desire.

  I pushed the head of the vibrator hard against my clit until I ached and throbbed, a hundred feelings of bitter sweet sorrow and lust invading my senses. My inner muscles began to contract and my legs tightened as I panted for breath and gasped. A tsunami of emotional torment and physical pleasure rolled over my entire being and I came for the second time that day.

  Out of breath and sated I looked back at the cam. I saw them writhing, both mouths open wide, entwined limbs arching and stretching and then they both collapsed into each other, holding on as if for dear life. I smiled and turned off the cam.

  With a poignant smile, I switched off the camera and slipped in between the sheets, alone.

  Hugh

  Most of my frustrations had melted away. I still had some concerns about the road ahead, but events were looking far more manageable after the evenings talks. I tried to focus on the matter in hand, but my thoughts kept rolling back to bending Amy over and taking her. My thoughts were consumed by torrid and depraved sexual imagery. It was as if exploring my submissive side had helped to balance my dominant side. I felt whole finally. Two sides so different forming one complete being like yin and yang. In a way, Amy and I discovering each other this way was responsible for this. We were two halves that were complete when we were together. This experience whilst painful, had served as a valuable lesson and opened our eyes to what was possible. And oh, the sex…!

  The thought of being cuckolded by Amy and forced to watch her with other men was thrilling and brought out the caveman in me. It was a fantasy that allowed me to be submissive, but then ignited that primal urge to make her mine. Nothing had ever flooded my body with so much testosterone as this and my sexual appetite was fierce.

  Aroused, my hand reached down to my aching cock and I decided to break Mistresses no masturbation rules yet again. Perhaps I was not as submissive as I thought I was. She could punish me tomorrow and yes, I definitely would be confessing my sins!

  As I stroked myself I thought of Amy’s soft sweet body. Then my thoughts slid to her on her knees, orally pleasing a line of slaves. My thoughts did not venture any further than that, as without expecting it, my balls suddenly tightened and I shot hard and fast. This was clearly becoming a habit and a new way of looking at things. I wasn’t sure if I liked it but damn it felt good! So wrong, but so good.

  The next morning, we met Mistress in the study before session time and told her what Amy and I had agreed. She seemed genuinely pleased that we had compromised and she sounded very upbeat when I told her about our idea for Amy to interact. She chuckled and her eyes twinkled and she laughed “It’s about time I had some more adventurous slaves!” Then she went back to her strict demeanour and told us to hurry up and make our way to the dungeon.

  We headed off separately to get changed then headed for the Dungeon. As I arrived the subs were all waiting for Mistress patiently and were kneeling with their heads bowed as if deep in prayer. Perhaps they were!

  Now and again there was a little mumbled chit chat from underneath leather hoods as everyone had gone a bit more comfortable with each other after last night’s banquet.

  If I had been concerned about causing a scene, I need not have worried. It seemed that everyone was talking about Mistress’s legendary dinner party and there were more than a few sore heads that morning!

  I paid little attention however, my mind was racing with perverted thoughts that had come to possess my every waking minute as of late.

  As soon as we heard the rhythmic tone of Mistresses heels tapping on the floor as she approached, every one of us who had been chattering leaned forward and placed our hands and heads on the floor. This is how she expected us to present ourselves when she entered the room and we were loath to swim against the ti
de!

  “Rise” Mistress commanded and we all stood.

  “Good, back on your knees.” She instructed and we followed suit.

  Behind Mistress was Amy. She looked breath-taking.

  She wore a purple latex dress and black thigh high boots. Today she wore a long purple coloured wig with a fringe that covered one eye. She looked like a kinky latex Jessica rabbit! I wanted to grab her hand and take her back to the bedroom instantly but remember I was governed by Mistresses rules now in the dungeon.

  If I remember rightly, I had seen that dress hanging in Mistress’s cupboard – she must have lent it to Amy. She must have a soft spot for my wife to have lent her such an extravagant design. The latex clung to her every curve and I couldn’t believe how sexy she looked. I do hope she was going to wear these at home for me – I might have to write it into the agreement I thought!

  “Slaves“ said Mistress with that bemused look on her face. “My little sexy sub slut Amelia and I are going to put on a little show for you.”

  I could hear murmurs of appreciation and I wondered what was coming next.

  Mistress took up a velvet crop and traced the line of Amy’s body. She flickered it over the stiff nipples protruding through her dress and down over her tiny black panties. Amy began to react and gasp, which was more thrilling to me than I could have imagined.

  Then Mistress surprised me. She pulled down her panties then sat back on her iron throne which rested in the corner and said “Amy, crawl to me.”

  Amy dropped to her knees and made her way slowly and seductively across the room. She seemed to have a new-found confidence and was revelling in this opportunity to express another side to herself. I was revelling in it too – well at least my cock was rock solid in my pants!

  Mistress stroked Amy’s hair and then commanded “Please me with your tongue slut.”