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And I just about fainted.
Kim and I knew each other’s bodies well, so there were no trembling moments of discovery or delight. We simply went into the bedroom and tumbled onto the mattress together like the long-lost lovers we were, and began kissing passionately. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Deanne standing in the threshold of the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. I felt Kim’s hands rubbing across the hardness of my cock and then she fumbled with my belt buckle and zipper. I propped my head up on a mountain of pillows and ordered Deanne to strip naked. She did so mechanically, until she was ankle deep in her dress and underwear. I beckoned her to the edge of the mattress with a commanding gesture of my hand. She came on silent feet, her eyes fixed on mine, not daring to flick her gaze to where Kim was crouched on her hands and knees, freeing my hard cock from the restraint of my jeans.
I ordered Deanne to spread her legs. She fixed her gaze on a mark on the far wall, lifted her chin a little and shuffled her feet apart. Her hands went instinctively behind her and she pulled her shoulders back, presenting her pert breasts.
Her pussy was inexplicably wet. No, actually, not just wet. She was really drenched. My palm brushed across her clit and then I slid two fingers straight up inside her. Deanne gnawed on her lip and tried to stop her hips from bucking responsively.
Kim had my cock in her mouth, kneeling over me with her dress hiked up around her waist and her knees splayed wide apart. The buttons of her blouse had been undone and I could see the lace of her bra and the white mounds of her bulging breasts. I slid a hand up between her thighs and she stopped sucking my cock for just long enough to sigh encouragement.
My fingers found the dampness of her through the warm wet silk of her underwear. I glided my fingers back and forth, rucking the sheer fabric into the deep crease between her pussy lips, and Kim groaned again with a mixture of desire and anticipation.
At last she let my cock slide from between her lips and knelt upright on the bed. She was looking defiantly at Deanne as she slowly drew her panties down her thighs. She kicked the lace aside and quickly slipped out of her heels.
I laid Deanne on the bed, flat on her back and then Kim shuffled around until she was on her hands and knees directly above. The two women were looking into each other’s eyes, Kim’s breasts hanging out of her blouse. She spread her legs and I knelt behind her, swiping the swollen head of my cock slowly along her pussy until it was coated in her wetness. I pushed inside her gently, taking my time, and Kim’s mouth hung open and her eyelids fluttered. Deanne was staring up, directly into Kim’s eyes. She would have seen the look of rapture on Kim’s face as my cock filled her – there was simply no way she couldn’t have.
I began fucking Kim, using shallow teasing probes of my cock because I knew from experience that was what drove her into a sexual frenzy. My hands were on her hips. I held her under tight restraint to stop her pushing back against me, and as I slowly fucked her, my thoughts went to Deanne.
Was she insanely jealous, or maddeningly aroused?
I needed to know.
I pulled my cock from Kim’s pussy and rolled her onto her side. I positioned myself behind her and Kim lifted one leg high into the air so I could enter her. This time I fucked her deeply with a hand wrapped around her waist, my fingers teasing her nipple while my cock plunged in and out.
Deanne was ordered to kneel over Kim’s pussy and use her tongue to lick and please us. I told her she could masturbate but that she must stop before reaching orgasm. Deanne nodded dutifully and I let out a groan when I felt the flutter of her tongue as it swabbed enthusiastically between Kim’s flared wet pussy lips and the base of my cock each time it disappeared deep inside Kim’s sex. Deanne was fingering herself furiously. In less than thirty seconds she had to stop.
That was when I knew.
That was when I was sure cuckqueaning was going to work for us as a submissive training tool.
Deanne kept touching herself like she was stoking a fire, letting it burn down and then reigniting the flames by returning her hand to her pussy. All the while I continued to fuck Kim, urged on by her slutty vocal encouragement. When I came, it was deep inside her with Kim’s own orgasm brought on by Deanne’s tongue, licking contentedly at her clit while my cum trickled onto her tongue.
That weekend passed in a blur. Kim and I had sex half-a-dozen times: once in the back of the car while Deanne was in the front seat, naked and driving. Another time I made Deanne sit blindfolded beside the bed with her hands tied so that all she had was the sounds of us fucking, and her imagination. By the second evening Deanne at last gave up all pretense of merely being obedient and in a hushed, embarrassed rush of words she actually admitted that the weekend had been the most arousing experience of her life.
She had found her fantasy.
And so too had Kim.
Every woman has a fantasy…
* * *
Touch yourself!
Spread your legs right now and touch your clit. I want you to surrender to your arousal, forget your inhibitions, and just touch yourself.
Feel the tip of your finger slide just a small way inside your pussy – enough to provoke you – enough to make you throw back your head, and for your lips to part in a sexy little gasp. Can you sense your arousal? Can you feel the warmth spreading through your lower body; those first signs of sexual excitement? Can you feel yourself becoming wet and wanting?
Touch yourself!
Do it for you… and do it for me.
Don’t make me come prowling out of the shadows. Don’t make me kiss you because I honestly don’t know where that will end. Right now everything that is instinctive to me is restrained on a tight leash. If I cross this room – if I get close to you… well I don’t have the discipline to resist.
We’ve connected, you and I. We’ve become intimate.
So touch yourself. Let me watch you come. I want to see the look on your face at that exquisite moment of rapture. I want you to stare across the room right now and make eye contact with me as your breathing quickens and the beat of your heart begins to race.
Play with your pussy and imagine my hands running over your breasts, my kisses down your throat. Fill your mind with your own secret fantasies and give yourself over to the sound of my voice and your own sensual need. To be a good girl for me sometimes means you must be wickedly naughty. This is our moment.
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nbsp; Touch yourself!
I want to watch you come.
* * *
So where do we go from here, now that so much between us has changed in such a profound way?
We’re different now, you and I. We have been made different by what we have just shared. It’s enhanced the nature and intensity of our relationship.
By being so intimate.
I don’t want to leave here and let the emotional connection between us just dwindle. I don’t want this time to become just a fond reminiscence.
So can we meet again, sometime soon maybe?
I’ll have more stories to entertain and arouse you. And you… well who will you be when we next meet? Will you be transformed in some way? Will you smile at me with a secret sense of anticipation when I arrive again?
I can hardly wait to find out.
Anticipation… it really is everything!
