Serving the Countess: Dominated by my Husband's Lover

by Mirah Shell

  “I knocked on her door and she didn’t answer,” James said, putting his hands around Elle’s slim waist, “she won’t come looking for me.”

  James kissed her, softly at first, and then more aggressively, pulling her against his body like he was hungry for her. Elle undressed my husband as I watched, tearing him out of his shirt and pulling him onto the big, beautifully made bed as his slacks fell to the floor and she slid him out of his boxers.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered as she found his cock ready for her, kneeling before him to suck him as he ran his fingers through her hair and forced his cock down her throat in a way he would never do to me. He slid her dress off of her, grabbing her tits hard, squeezing them until she sighed with pain and pleasure.

  James forced her to suck him hard, until she gagged and choked, looking up at him with challenge in her eyes, like she was daring him to hurt her. He slapped her once across the face, his cock bulging in her cheek, making her wince. He pumped his hips, forcing her cock into her throat a few more times before sliding his shaft out of her mouth and then turned her around, keeping her kneeling on her hands and knees, and pushed himself into her pussy with a groan. My husband put his hands on her waist, digging his fingers into her flesh as he thrust. Elle flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked over at me, in the closet, and smiled as she opened her mouth and sighed in reply to my husband’s deep thrusts. I hated her and deeply desired her in the same moment, and wanted badly to touch myself, my hands twisting in the silk ties.

  “Come in me darling,” Elle said, looking over her shoulder at my husband, urging him to fill her with his seed.

  I wanted him to as well, even as the thought made me ill. I felt my pussy drip down my thigh as I ached for relief, and didn’t know if it would ever come.

  “Oh my god,” my husband growled, reaching forward and grabbing Elle’s beautiful, big round tits. He slowed down and I could practically feel the cum pouring out of him into her pussy. When James pulled out of her, she laid back onto the pillows and, for entirely my benefit it seemed, parted her legs and slipped two fingers between her pussy lips, opening her pussy up to show off the pearls of cum as they slipped out.

  After that week, things were different for me. I was strangely happier, like a veil was lifted and I could see things for how they really were. I was no longer confused about why my husband had married me, what my role was supposed to me. Elle went to Monte Carlo for a few weeks and James vaguely refocused his attentions onto me. We had sex and I was not my usual nervous, mousy self, so turned on by thinking about Elle fuck my husband that I got wetter for him, begged for his cock, and seemed to please him more than I had before.

  When Elle came back, she called on my husband, and he told me offhandedly that she’d be visiting. He didn’t seem to care one way or another that she was coming, and I realized he was practiced at deceiving me. James ordered a fine dinner to be made in preparation for Elle, and I felt like I became nervous as her arrival approached. What, I wondered, did she have planned?

  Elle was so beautiful, and had gotten a golden tan in Monte Carlo. She and my husband practically ignored me at dinner, talking to each other in quiet, intimate tones that made me feel very much on the outside of whatever was between them. What Elle knew, that my husband did not know, was that I understood everything that was going on between them.

  After dinner Elle followed me to my bedroom once again and smirked at me as she shut the door behind her.

  “I told your husband I have a surprise for him,” she said, stepping towards me and pulling a long, thin chain from her pocket. On the end of it was a leather leash.

  “What’s the surprise,” I said, nearly choking on my words.

  “His wife,” Else said stepping towards me. She attached the collar around my neck and then began roughly stripping me out of my clothes, yanking my dress off, and then my bra and panties. She slapped me in the face and on the ass, leaving red marks on my cheeks, and then forced me to the ground, lifting the hem of her black dress and pulling her silk panties aside so that I could lick her.

  “Are you looking forward to finding out what my pussy tastes like while it’s dripping your husband’s cum?”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, unable to make words, my tongue busy with Elles perfect little clit.

  “Get me nice and wet for him, Abbey,” Elle groaned.

  I lapped at her pussy, digging my tongue into her wet little hole.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” Elle began to moan, until I felt her pussy quiver against me and a gush of her juice against my tongue.

  “I think I’m ready for your husband now,” Elle said, stepping back and leading me, keeping me on naked on my hands and knees, through the house to where my husband waited in his den.

  When Elle opened the door, and James saw me kneeling beside her on my knees, an obvious shock passed over his face. Fascination quickly replaced whatever initial discomfort he felt, however, and he looked up at Elle, one eyebrow raised, wordlessly asking for explanation.

  “I found a little toy to play with,” Elle said, leading me forward.

  “I see that,” James said, his voice tight, like he wasn’t sure what to think.

  Elle lead me right up to my husband, so that I was kneeling before him.

  “Little slut, will you open James’s pants and show him how good you’ve gotten at using your sweet little mouth? Give him a nice suck.”

  “Yes,” I said submissively.

  “Yes, mistress,” the countess corrected me, giving my chain a quick snap.

  “Yes mistress,” I said closing my eyes with humiliation,

  James leaned back, still looking at me in disbelief as I opened his pants and pulled down his boxers, his already hardening cock twitching at my touch. Elle held the end of my leash and watched, biting her bottom lip, as I took my husband’s cock into my mouth and sucked it, a performance for my mistress as much as it was for James.

  “You can swallow more than that,” Elle said, reaching down to force the back of my head down into my husband’s lap, making me choke on him. She didn’t let up until I sputtered and coughed, and then, after I’d caught my breath, she forced me immediately to suk and gag on him again. James was obviously loving it- loving not only my mouth on his cock, but Elle’s domination of me.

  “Yes,” he groaned, glancing from her to me as I did my best to please them both.

  “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” Elle asked.

  “She is,” James groaned. I kept sucking and gagging, submitting to Elle by pleasuring my husband until, with a yank of the chain, Elle pulled me off of him.

  “I want to be fucked now,” Elle insisted, and James was quick to respond, standing up from the chair and tearing off his shirt before turning Elle over the table beside him. He ripped her out of her dress and ran his hands along her beautiful body, pulling down her bra so that he could squeeze her tits inches from my eyes as he pressed her, doubled in half, against the heavy wooden table. James pushed his cock into her as quickly as he could, groaning as he sank several inches into her beautiful, wet pussy. Elle’s eyes fluttered shut as he filled her and began to thrust, and her mouth opened beautifully, her glossy lips parted invitingly, making me want to kiss her.

  “God, I love your pussy,” James groaned, thrusting and pumping, sliding his hands along her body.

  I watched intently, fascinated, wanting to rub myself, knowing I hadn’t been given permission. I squirmed as I knelt on the floor, the two of them above me fucking like animals while I remained prim enough, considering that my eyes were bleary with tears, my face was reddened by slaps, and I was wearing a collar with a leash. Elle still held the end of the leash and, in some moments, I was yanked forward as Elle was pounded harder and harder, like a ragdoll, against the table.

  James groaned and leaned into Elle, coming inside of her, pumping her with hs seed. I couldn’t stop watching, even as a tormenting jealousy shot through me. James pulled his cock out of the glistening sli

t very slowly, and a few pearls of cum spilled out with it.

  “Clean us up,” Elle demanded, turning over her shoulder to look at me.

  I sucked James clean first, licking him and sucking like his cock was an ice cream cone. I licked his balls clean, too, making sure I licked up every last drop of their seed and juices. Next, I licked Elle clean, closing my eyes as I pressed my mouth against her, her ass in my face, humiliating me.

  “Mm, good girl,” Elle moaned, lifting her leg so that her knee was against the table so I could really pleasure her, making her come again as I licked and sucked.

  After I made Elle come again, she collapsed into James’s lap, and they kissed each other tenderly, their hands all over each other, as I watched, still on my knees, still leashed and collared.

  “Go back to your room now, darling,” Elle said, “crawl there. I’m going to be sleeping with your husband tonight.

  Of course, I did as I was told, returning to my room. They went into the guest bedroom beside mine and had sex through the night, their moans making me ache as I rubbed my own pussy raw, coming over and over again, all alone.

  The next day, I found myself tied to a chaise lounge, Ellen squatting, her pussy lowered on my mouth, my husband fucking me as he leaned in and kissed Ellen and played with her tits, sometimes leaning in to suck on them one at a time. Ellen, in the meantime, as she rocked her hips on top of my mouth as I did my best to lick her and suck her gorgeous pussy. Sometimes she reached down and pinched my nipples hard and then slapped my tits one at a time until they hurt and I knew they were red.

  “God,” James groaned, “I’m going to come.”

  “Come in my mouth, darling,” Ellen said, leaning down and sucking my husband’s cock after he pulled it out my cunt, still dripping with me. Elle sucked until he filled her mouth with his cum, Elle moaning with pleasure at the taste. After her mouth was filled with cum she climbed down off of me and, cum still on her lips, and looked down on my face. She slipped a thumb between my lips and pushed open my lower jaw, making me open my mouth so that she could spit my husband’s cum into my mouth before closing it. She then leaned in to kiss me, her tongue tangling with mine as my husband’s sperm flowed between our mouths.

  “Swallow,” she growled, and I did, licking my lips.

  James watched as though fascinated, his hand on his cock, still hard. Elle climbed back onto my face, lowering her pussy to my lips as I strained to make her come again.

  “Fuck me while she licks me,” Elle purred at my husband, and he did, coming around to sink his cock into her beautiful cunt right above me.

  I licked her as my husband fucked her, her clit quivering against my lips as I kissed it and sucked, tasting her sweet juices as they slipped out of her into my mouth.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” Elle groaned, swaying her hips as James held her by the waist, slamming his cock into her over and over again.

  I wanted desperately to reach down and stroke myself, and my hands twisted in the restraints holding them to the sides of the lounge. When Elle finally leaned down and kissed my pussy before licking it softly, torturing me, I thought I would die of pleasure. I wanted to beg for her to make me come, but I knew I had to keep my mouth against her pussy, knew I had to keep serving her, that I was her slave.

  As James began to come a second time, I tasted his cum as it dripped out of Elle’s soft pussy into my mouth. I groaned happily and licked her over and over as she leaned in and, finally, did the same for me, allowing me to have the most powerful orgasm of my life as my husband fucked her on top of me. I cried and moaned as I licked her and tasted her cum mingling with my husband’s, thinking I’d never been more turned on or come so hard in my entire life.

  When Elle left the next day, things had changed between my husband and I. I was no longer the woman he had chosen, a woman who would turn a blind eye to his dalliances. I was the woman who encouraged him, who ran my fingers beneath my skirt as I imagined him sinking his thickness into another woman, who desired for him to humiliate me instead of just accepting that he would. He had valued me before, but now, I knew, he loved me.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Cult Initiation

  An excerpt from Cult Initiation

  The night of my initiation, I was taken from my bed and blindfolded, feminine hands coaxing me awake and leading me. My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know then, but I’d never return to my bed ever again. I was lead out of the big family house, with all of its familiar sounds and smells, outside where I felt the soft grass underfoot as I was lead across the yard to the smaller, but more beautiful Pleasure House, where would be living from then on.

  I was brought, blindfolded, into a room where I felt the warm glow of a fire on my skin as I was undressed entirely and laid down on what seemed like an old, silk chaise lounge. I wasn’t embarrassed to be naked- nudity was normal on the farm and we were raised not to be especially modest.

  Hands roamed my body gently, and it felt different than normal, I felt an excitement rising inside of me as fingers played with my nipples, ran over my flesh, and even parted my sex, fingers sliding into me, giving me a deep thrill, a heat growing inside of me, spreading from between my legs, up through my belly. My thighs were parted and I felt a mouth press against my sex, a tongue slide out and against my slit, sliding inside of me, up and down. I shuddered and a sigh escaped my lips as the mouth sucked and licked me, bringing me closer and closer to an edge, making me moan and rock my hips.

  “Does that feel good, Juniper?” A soft feminine voice asked.

  I moaned in response.

  “I think she’s ready,” a deep male voice, our leader’s, cut through the crackle of the fire and my soft, feminine moans, “hold her down.”

  Strong hands from all sides grabbed me by my arms, holding them tight against the chaise lounger. My legs were spread and held open, I breathed tensely, not sure what was about to happen. I felt a strong man’s hands on my breasts, squeezing them hard, almost too hard, more rough than any touch I’d ever felt. I gasped and felt a bearded mouth press against mine, hard and wet, a tongue slipping into my mouth as two fingers slid inside of me. I gasped and shuddered as all of the hands told me tighter as Bishop (I was quite sure) pressed something against my slit. I was quite sure it was his cock, but I’d never felt one against me before, so I couldn’t be sure…

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  CHAPTER THREE

  More By Mirah Shell

  She’s the last girl in the world I have any business even looking at, much less going anywhere near, but as I lay awake in my Malibu mansion, all I can think about it the next time I’ll be able to sink my cock into her tight, perfect little body. I reach down and stroke myself, noticing a little bead of pre-cum forming on the head of my cock, knowing that I want to put it, and much more, inside of her, that I want to see her filled by me, dripping pearls of my seed out of her perfect, pink slit.

  I never expected to find true love, so when my agent pushed me to marry my publicist, get my life together, save my image and turn everything around, I begrudgingly agree to tie the knot. I wasn’t thinking straight when I did it, even though I knew it was probably for the best. It was a crazy idea, floated at me in desperation, when I was pretty sure I didn’t care if I never saw another pussy again- they’d always been nothing but trouble.

  And then I saw her… the brat that came with my new wife, and knew I was doomed.

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  An excerpt from Mirah Shell’s novella As She Watches, a Royal Cuckquean Fantasy

  There were two women on the lounge in our library, one on top of the other, their skin glowing in the firelight, moving slowly like two snakes intertwined.

  Annaline, the slender, nearly ethereal blond, was on top of Imayne, a lady of the court, a pale, fleshy girl who looked like a fairy and had long, ginger-red hair that spilled over the side of the lounge like a waterfall. Annaline was turned around, so that her face was buried in in Imayne’s red-furred pussy, while Imayne was reaching up and pulling Anneline's beautiful hips towards her gorgeous, rose-pink mouth. Their hips moved in gentle rocking motions towards the other, their hands roaming each other’s bodies and moaning and sighing until their soft voices were like a harmony.

  I watched them from my place at my husband’s feet, kneeling. He sat in his huge leather chair, holding a chalice filled with sweet, red mulberry wine, watching them with what looked like intense fascination, completely ignoring me. I watched them too, completely absorbed by their beauty, their rhythm as they sucked and licked each other.

  Ancel had summoned them there, had instructed them up to a point, having them undress each other and move together until they seemed woven together. My husband stood up and moved across the room, setting down his chalice and pulling off his shirt and breeches. I couldn’t help but admire him, muscular and strong looking in the firelight, as he approached the two women, who seemed so engrossed by their own pleasure that they didn’t notice until Ancel, their king and my husband, slid two fingers into Annaline’s pussy, as Imayne continued to lick the soft nub of flesh between her pussy’s soft lips. I watched his fingers slide in and out of her, becoming slick with her wetness. Annaline moaned as she felt my husband’s fingers enter her, lifted her head, and looked over her shoulder at where my husband stood, behind her, fingering her gently as his cock, hard and ready, seemed poised to enter her.

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