Mistress Nicki and Jen

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Half an hour later, we were sitting together on the sofa with a glass of wine. “That was… amazing. I have never been so turned on in my life. And I would never have even gone in there by myself. Let alone do something like… like that.” I smiled and took a sip. “I feel as high as a kite.” Jen sat back on her chair and took a large mouthful of wine. My smile broadened. “You little slut,” I whispered. There was a pause, then Jen smiled, “Yes, I suppose I am.” “You’re still not wearing any knickers.” “I’m truly not sure I ever want to wear them again,” she replied. “I have never felt so alive… so free. And all because I just let myself do as you told me. Which is really weird because we hardly know each other do we?” “I suppose not.” I smiled. “But I’m very glad we met.” I nodded. “I could imagine us spending a lot of time together.” I nodded again. “Perhaps you’ll stop living Friday to Friday?” “Talking of which,” said Jen, “I have no idea how to explain my… my pussy to my husband.” “Do you think he’ll ask for an explanation?” “I would have thought so.” “Well, as I see it, it’s nothing you couldn’t have done for yourself, is it?” “I suppose not.” “And maybe he’ll like it.” “I suppose so.” “Didn’t you say he likes you to be the dominant one?” Jen nodded and took a sip of wine. “Well then,” I said it as if that’s all I needed to say—that those two words were sufficient explanation. There was a pause in the conversation. “It’s not up to him to question me.” “That’s right.” “I’ll do as I please.” “And did that please you?” “Yes, it bloody well did.” “Well then.” I raised my glass to her and toasted, “To doing what bloody well pleases you.” We both drained our glasses. We sat and chatted for a while before Jen decided she really had to go. She promised to let me know how it went with her husband when he discovered her newly shaved pussy. I couldn’t wait to hear. As it was, only the next day, Jen called me around lunchtime. “Hi, Nicki—it’s Jen. From yesterday.” “Hi Jen—lovely to hear from you so soon. How are things?” “Good—well, great!” “What’s up?” “Well, my husband made up for Friday night.” “He did?” “Yes. And found out about,” she whispered, “My state of dress… downstairs.” “Oh really?” “Mmm hmm. He certainly did.” Acıbadem escort “Well, I’d love it if you told me all about it.” “Love to.” We agreed to meet at a quiet little pub in an hour or so. It was another gorgeous day, so I wore a sundress with a bold print and some strappy high-heeled sandals. Leaving just in time to make our rendezvous. I found Jen in a quiet corner sipping a white wine. I ordered a gin and tonic and went to sit with her. “Hello you,” I said. “Hello Nicki,” she replied. “God. I can’t believe what’s happened since I saw you yesterday.” “Tell me all about it.” And she did. She told me all about what had happened with her husband when she got home. She told me in animated whispers, as we sat there side my side in that little corner of the pub. “So when I got home, my heart was pounding already. What with thinking about how we’d spent the day—at your house and then at that sleazy little shop. I made myself busy making us some dinner and we didn’t really talk until we sat down to eat. He asked me where I’d been and what I’d been up to, and I came up with some fib about how I’d spent the afternoon shopping and mooching about town. I asked him what he’d been up to and he claimed he had been pottering about at home; changing light bulbs, this and that. Then I pretended I was really cross with him about not being around on Friday night, and how frustrated I was with his behaviour. I told him I expected better from him than that. It was wonderful—he fell straight into his subservient role. Somehow that was much more fun when I really wanted to be in control—instead of me just doing it when he asked me to—you know?” I nodded. “So, I told him he was going to have to make up for his disappointing behaviour. He agreed and asked me what he could do. Well, I knew what I was going to tell him to do, and the thought of it made my heart pound. I berated him for a little while longer and told him to get down on his knees. Which he did—without so much as a flicker. He looked up at me and I told him not to. I told him to look at the floor. Oh God, Nicki, it was such a thrill. So there I am at the dinner table, with him kneeling in front of me and I just hitched up my Kaynarca escort bayan skirt and told him to lick me. Told him to lick and fuck me with his tongue until he made me cum. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw my bare cunt, Nicki. It was priceless. But he didn’t ask any questions, he just nuzzled in between my legs and gently tongued me; he started really gently and got more and more energetic ‘til he was fucking me like his tongue was a little dick. I hitched my skirt up higher and spread my legs wider and he just went for it. Eventually, I was dripping with my own juices and arched my back—almost fell off the back of the chair as I came. It was amazing. Then I knew what question he wanted to ask—he was desperate to know about my pussy. But he wouldn’t ask. It just hung there above us as an unasked, unanswered question. Eventually, I told him some guff about shaving in the shower that morning, so as to surprise him—and he bought it. I can’t imagine what he’d make of it if he knew the truth.” “And you were so worried, weren’t you? But when it came to it, it was perfectly fine. You got what you wanted, and so—I imagine—did he.” “Oh God yes. After he made me cum with his tongue, he fucked me. I don’t think he has ever been so hard, and throbbing. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up away from my pussy, ‘til I felt his cock brush against my lips. Then I guided him in. You should have seen the expression on his face. He was so… hungry. He only lasted a few minutes; but he clawed at my arse and hammered his cock into me like… like… like a teenager. It was unbelievable. I came over and over.” “It’s making you hot now, just thinking about it, isn’t it?” I smirked. I knew it was true; there was no point her denying it. Jen blushed as she nodded. I looked her up and down. Today she was wearing a pink sleeveless silk shirt with a flouncy collar and a tight grey pinstripe skirt. Her shoes were shiny black leather ankle boots. I smiled at her, and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, “I think you need to go to the loo—don’t you?” She nodded. “And while you’re there, you need to take of your knickers, and leave them off. Bring them back to me.” Escort Aydınlı Jen went bright red, and bit her lip, but she nodded and stood up. Taking a small black handbag with her, she went to the loo. I looked around the bar while she was gone. There were a couple of older punters holding up the bar, and a well-rounded middle-aged woman behind the bar, but that was it-just me and Jen in a secluded corner. Jen arrived back a couple of minutes later. She slipped in next me, in the corner booth with her back to the bar. She rummaged in her bag and then held out her closed fist to me; I held out my hand and she gave me a slip of black silk material. I slowly closed my hand around it and took her knickers from her, putting them in my own handbag. We grinned at each other like maniacs. “You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” I whispered. Eye’s sparkling, Jen looked at me and nodded, the tip of her tongue between her teeth. What a tease. I whispered even more quietly, “But I think you’re a dirty little slut who does as she’s told—aren’t you?” Jen nodded again. “Good girl.” I patted her on the thigh, then gave it a little squeeze. My fingertips slipped down her leg to the hem of her skirt, which I then pulled back up her thigh. My hand slipped between her legs—I wanted to check that she really wasn’t wearing any knickers. Soon enough my pinkie brushed against her hairless cunt. She gave a silent gasp as she felt my touch. I dug my nails into her thigh and smiled at her. “Good girl.” “Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me?” Jen gulped, then whispered, “Not that I can think of…” An idea occurred to me. “Have you got a car?” “Yes—a BMW.” “Lovely—have you just had the one glass of wine?” Jen nodded. “Good,” I paused, thinking. “Why don’t you go pick up your car, and meet me back at my place in half an hour? You can take me for a ride.” “Sounds good.” I walked back up to my flat and collected together some bits and pieces in a large handbag. I was looking out the window when a silver BMW pulled up outside. It was a little more luxurious than my little yellow mini–and Jen could drive. A minute later we were driving out of town. “Where are we going?” “Just head out of town to the East,” I said, to which Jen nodded. “So… you gave me an interesting answer when I asked if there was anything you wouldn’t do for me. I think we should explore that a little more.” Jen nodded. “I would also appreciate it if you called me ‘Mistress.’ “Yes, Mistress.” She said it without blinking—as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

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