As they lay huddled together, their naked bodies glistening
straps, and the stockings, wiggled just in front of his panty-stuffed
mouth. She reached back and pulled her plump cheeks wide apart.
Carl's astonished eyes stared at the wet pinkness of his wife's
anus, and his half-hard cock began to swell again.
"This is what you will suck now, slut!" Stefanie commanded.
Her hand groped back and caught the panties, pulling them from
his mouth. Before he could say anything, she shoved her sweaty
crack back against his face. She ordered, "Now lick my ass, Carl.
Show me that in spite of your filthy messes you can service me
correctly...and maybe I'll clean you up this time." Now she began
to tease his cock with the riding crop. And as she did, she felt the
tenative thrusts of his tongue against her wrinkled pucker.
BEWARE WHAT YOU ASK FOR (Part Three)
"Yessss," she hissed. "That feels very good, my slave." Carl's
tongue darted between the soft cheeks of Stefanie's ass, and began
to slip into the open, willing hole of her anus. She laughed softly to
herself as she reveled in the tingling sensations his licking sent
through her pussy and ass. But when she looked down at his cock,
she saw his hands were moving on the turgid shaft. This she
would not allow!
"STOP!" she commanded, pulling her ass away from Carl's now
hungrily sucking mouth. She turned around and her face was
clouded with anger as she bent over her errant man. "How DARE
you play with your prick without my permission?! Have you
forgotten ALREADY who your mistress is? Have you forgotten who
tells you when you may cum? Or play with that filthy little dick?"
She raised the crop to his face and traced up and down his jaw.
"You seem to think we are playing some kind of game, nasty
slut...but you are only partly right." Stefanie turned away from
the naked body of her husband and looked around the room at the
pornographic pictures she had taped to the walls. "You are going to
be my slave in all sexual ways from now on," she said in a low,
lust-laden voice that somehow conveyed a cold sense of menace as
well. "You had better understand that. When you serve me well,
and service my hungry body as I desire....then I
MIGHT let you cum, I MIGHT cater to YOUR lusts....but always you
will do as I say in sex. Always." She stepped back to him, seeming
to tower above him. "Do you understand me, nasty boy?"
"Y-yes," he stammered huskily. Stefanie sneered and brought
the riding crop down across his chest, making sure she struck his
nipples.
"Yes, WHO, slut?"
With an audible gulp, Carl whispered, "Yes, Mistress Stefanie."
His wife smiled as she reached down and loosened the thongs
binding his cock and hands together, then pushed his hands up to
his stomach. "That's better," she said. She slid a hand down
between Carl's legs and grasped the end of the huge black dildo-
vibrator that still filled his ass, and with a girlish giggle turned it
fully on.
Carl groaned, and he cried out loud when he felt his wife's hot
tongue tease mercilessly along the underside of his cockhead. She
nibbled at him, and his asshole throbbed around the pulsing
rubber cock until his body began to arch with an impending
climax....and Stefanie stopped licking and pulled the dildo from his
yawning anus as she squeezed the base of his cock tightly. Then from
her "bag of tricks" she pulled a metal ring, barely big enough to
fit around Carl's hard penis. She pushed the cock-ring down to
the base of his shaft, and grinned lustfully as she watched the
turgid prick swell even more...and she knew he would neither cum
nor grow soft until she was ready.
"Not yet," she said. "Cumming will never be that easy for you
again, my slut...my slave." She straddled his face again and spread
her asscheeks wide. "Now, let's begin again, shall we? With your
tongue in my ass..."
straps, and the stockings, wiggled just in front of his panty-stuffed
mouth. She reached back and pulled her plump cheeks wide apart.
Carl's astonished eyes stared at the wet pinkness of his wife's
anus, and his half-hard cock began to swell again.
"This is what you will suck now, slut!" Stefanie commanded.
Her hand groped back and caught the panties, pulling them from
his mouth. Before he could say anything, she shoved her sweaty
crack back against his face. She ordered, "Now lick my ass, Carl.
Show me that in spite of your filthy messes you can service me
correctly...and maybe I'll clean you up this time." Now she began
to tease his cock with the riding crop. And as she did, she felt the
tenative thrusts of his tongue against her wrinkled pucker.
BEWARE WHAT YOU ASK FOR (Part Three)
"Yessss," she hissed. "That feels very good, my slave." Carl's
tongue darted between the soft cheeks of Stefanie's ass, and began
to slip into the open, willing hole of her anus. She laughed softly to
herself as she reveled in the tingling sensations his licking sent
through her pussy and ass. But when she looked down at his cock,
she saw his hands were moving on the turgid shaft. This she
would not allow!
"STOP!" she commanded, pulling her ass away from Carl's now
hungrily sucking mouth. She turned around and her face was
clouded with anger as she bent over her errant man. "How DARE
you play with your prick without my permission?! Have you
forgotten ALREADY who your mistress is? Have you forgotten who
tells you when you may cum? Or play with that filthy little dick?"
She raised the crop to his face and traced up and down his jaw.
"You seem to think we are playing some kind of game, nasty
slut...but you are only partly right." Stefanie turned away from
the naked body of her husband and looked around the room at the
pornographic pictures she had taped to the walls. "You are going to
be my slave in all sexual ways from now on," she said in a low,
lust-laden voice that somehow conveyed a cold sense of menace as
well. "You had better understand that. When you serve me well,
and service my hungry body as I desire....then I
MIGHT let you cum, I MIGHT cater to YOUR lusts....but always you
will do as I say in sex. Always." She stepped back to him, seeming
to tower above him. "Do you understand me, nasty boy?"
"Y-yes," he stammered huskily. Stefanie sneered and brought
the riding crop down across his chest, making sure she struck his
nipples.
"Yes, WHO, slut?"
With an audible gulp, Carl whispered, "Yes, Mistress Stefanie."
His wife smiled as she reached down and loosened the thongs
binding his cock and hands together, then pushed his hands up to
his stomach. "That's better," she said. She slid a hand down
between Carl's legs and grasped the end of the huge black dildo-
vibrator that still filled his ass, and with a girlish giggle turned it
fully on.
Carl groaned, and he cried out loud when he felt his wife's hot
tongue tease mercilessly along the underside of his cockhead. She
nibbled at him, and his asshole throbbed around the pulsing
rubber cock until his body began to arch with an impending
climax....and Stefanie stopped licking and pulled the dildo from his
yawning anus as she squeezed the base of his cock tightly. Then from
her "bag of tricks" she pulled a metal ring, barely big enough to
fit around Carl's hard penis. She pushed the cock-ring down to
the base of his shaft, and grinned lustfully as she watched the
turgid prick swell even more...and she knew he would neither cum
nor grow soft until she was ready.
"Not yet," she said. "Cumming will never be that easy for you
again, my slut...my slave." She straddled his face again and spread
her asscheeks wide. "Now, let's begin again, shall we? With your
tongue in my ass..."
