Bent But Unbroken
You felt your body tense up as you noticed just how sweaty your palms had become. âOnly a few more inchesâŠâ you told yourself. A few more inches and you could knock on the hotel door that rest before you. âThree times, pause once, then twice more.â Just as you had been instructed in the message.
You would never have imagined a mere three months ago that you would be meeting up with someone you had only previously talked to online; especially not while wearing a duster that only hid some lacy lingerie and nothing else. The request to wear heels only made you feel even more exposed, but you had come this far and it was over an hourâs drive to head back to your hotel so you took a deep breath and knew what you must do.
-Knock, knock, knock-
âŠ.
-Knock, knock-
Your stomach filled with butterflies as you awaited a response.
âCome in,â rang out in a velvety, smooth tone from behind the door. You reached out for the knob and turned.
 âââââââââââââ 3 Months Earlier âââââââââââââ
 You were in bed with your husband of nearly twelve years. For a long time now you had been the dominant one in the relationship. The two of you were about to finish another satisfying round of teasing him in his chastity cage before making him worship his way from your feet all the way up to your pussy and two orgasms, minimum; you had just had your fourth. Today he had been particularly resilient in trying to please you, not only with his tongue, but also by bringing you home an expensive bottle of red wine; he obviously wanted something from you.
You were aware your anniversary was due in less than a month along with his scheduled orgasm; he most likely had a special request of some sort. Had he wanted to fuck you without the handcuffs on this time? He had been very obedient, so maybe you could trust him to still pull out as promised. There was even a chance he dreamt he would get to play with your ass; it had been an especially long time since you allowed that. Even though you enjoyed the anal play, it made the perfect reward for when he had been exceptionally pleasing to you. The last time you allowed him the treat was when he had received a promotion with a hefty $15,000 bonus⊠that went straight in to your private spending account and allowed some very deep retail therapy.
You tapped him on the shoulder to let him know you were satisfied and waited to hear what he wanted as you climbed off his face and curled up next to him. It never took more than five minutes of post-worship pillow talk before he was asking like a timid schoolboy. Sure enough, it only took two this time.
âSo, my Love, I was thinking for our anniversary this year⊠Maybe we could do something⊠special, since that is around the time I am scheduled for my release, too?â he said with a boyish chuckle.
 You knew it. Why do men always have to be so simple?
âI figured as much between the wining and dining and your extra enthusiasm this evening.â
His face went scarlet.
âSo what are you hoping for this year, dear?â
âUhmm, w-wellâŠâ he stammered.
You knew you had caught him off guard when you called him out, but it was rare for him to be his bashful. He almost assuredly was hoping for a chance with your ass.
âYou see⊠One of the other guys at work told me him and his wife, uhmmâŠâ
âSpit it out already, or the answer is most definitely no!â you were growing impatient.
âWell, see, they went on this site called FetLife and they picked up a younger girl to have a threesome with and said it was one of their best experiences to date. I⊠UhhhâŠ.Even already set up an account for usâŠâ he trailed off.
Now your face was the one painted scarlet. Never had you in all your years expected a request for a threesome, and with a younger woman no less. Was he becoming less satisfied with you? You had to admit that your sex life, although still good, had been lightly repetitive as of late, but it still made your mind start to wonder.
âI, Uh-Uggh!! I canât believe youâd ask to sleep with another woman! Even getting to sleep with me is a privilege, but apparently itâs one you take for granted!â your voice rising in frustration by the second.
âNow, Love, I would nev-â he was extremely flustered at this point.
âNo! Itâs definitely a no! I canât believe youâd sign up for an account without talking to me either. I want the log-in changed to my personal e-mail and the usual password and I will review anything that you have posted before deleting the account. If I hear another word out of you on the matter, youâre staying locked up for our anniversary. Do you understand me?!â
âY-Yes, MistressâŠâ he was clearly sad and dejected, but you still couldnât get over the fact he had specified a younger woman. You were certain that your experience would surely out class anything some little girl could do while trying to please a man.
The rest of the evening was fairly mellow as you two enjoyed a quiet dinner along with the wine he had brought home. Before turning in for the night, he apologized again for bringing it up and wanted to make it clear you were the only woman he had eyes for. He also told you the account had been switched over for you to review before giving you a kiss goodnight and turning in. His sincerity brought a smile to your face as you drifted to sleep. He may have over stepped, but there was still a reason why you loved this man after so long, so maybe heâd still get to cum after all.
Maybe.
The following morning you waited for your husband to head off to work and decided to check out the profile he had set up for you two. He had selected a recent picture of the both of you dressed up nicely for a family dinner. You had to admit your figure looked great in the dress you wore that night. He had also written up an accurate summary about the pair of you and your kinks. He was listed as the submissive and you as the dominant, but he also posted you were looking for a young woman to play with. He even mentioned distance likely wasnât an issue because you both travel for business a lot.
âTypical, without even askingâŠâ you muttered to yourself.
You figured it was just harmless fun and resolved to delete the profile when you noticed a new message notification pop up in the top corner of the page. You opened up your inbox and discovered the message was from a woman listing herself as a dominant from halfway across the country entitled: âYour wife is gorgeous. Iâd love to get to know you the two of youâŠâ
Your face was lightly flush. It was admittedly nice to receive a compliment from another woman, someone younger than you no less. You decided it couldnât hurt just to take a quick peek at the message before you deleted the profile:
âSubject: Your wife is gorgeous. Iâd love to get to know you two of you betterâŠ
Message: ⊠but especially her ;) I see the pair of you are looking for a playmate. Iâm admittedly far away from you, but if youâd like to talk and get to know each other better, maybe we can meet up for some fun if you ever travel out here sometime.
Maybe her and I can play a bit while hubby watches? Or maybe even when he isnât⊠;) I do hope she is actually a bit of a switch though, because I am used to being in control. Look forward to hearing back from you!
-Emiliaâ
When you reached the end of the message, you immediately clicked her avatar and brought up her profile to scroll through her pictures. She was a beautiful, curvy red haired girl who had many wonderful pictures detailing every inch of her from head to toe. She even had an entire set dedicated to her playing with other women.
A few where she was sitting on their faces⊠One where she was using another womanâs face as a foot rest... There even appeared to be one of her taking another woman from behind with a strap-onâŠ
It was then that you had realized your hand had slipped down your pajama pants and your fingers were already wet from teasing your clit. Your whole body flushed as you continued to play with yourself while thoughts of this redheaded beauty riding your face started to cloud your mind andâŠ
âOh, Oh GodâŠ.. Mmmmmmm.â You would have to change your pajama pants now and if you waited much longer you would be drying off your office chair too. You couldnât believe youâd become overwhelmed with lust thinking about serving this⊠girl, but you stood up from the laptop and stripped to take your morning shower and try and cool off.
In the past, showers had always helped relax you but you couldnât help but let your mind drift back to that girl, Emilia. Should you maybe message her back? No there was no way you couldâŠ. but⊠it couldnât hurt either, could it? It wasnât like you had never been with a woman before. Sure it had been quite a few years since your experimenting days, but⊠Wait, were you really considering this? Maybe⊠maybe you could show her how nice it would be to submit to an older woman. Maybe you could sit on her face instead.
âMmmmmmmmmmâŠ.â Shit! You realized you now had the shower head had been pointed directly at your clit ever since you started thinking about Emilia. You didnât want to stop now as you felt the pressure of a building orgasm and imagined how her whimpers might sound while you rode her face to orgasm.
âDonât⊠youâŠ. Stooooop⊠Fuck!â You squirted hard enough to hear the impact on the shower floor. If you werenât sure before then, you had made up your mind the second you came; you had to respond to her message. You quickly dried yourself off and headed up to your room wrapped only in a towel.
As you sat back down at the computer chair, you dragged the cursor across the screen and immediately navigated your way to the reply button. As you clicked, you felt a nervous tingle flow through you that you hadnât felt in years. It wasnât unlike trying to get up the courage to engage in conversation with a crush back in your high school days, but it was preposterous youâd be that nervous now. You let out a sigh in frustration. You had to give this girl some credit, she had certainly gotten you worked up in more ways than one. You set out to reply:
âSubject: Re: Your wife is gorgeous. Iâd love to get to know you two of youâŠ
Message: Hello, Emilia. While Iâm both glad and flattered that you prefer me of the two, [HmmâŠ] little one, [That should put her in her place] my husband made this account without my permission so he is no longer a part of this conversation. I will say I did look over your profile and you are quite the attractive woman yourself. I appreciated [you felt yourself start to blush] the photos of you dominating others in particular.
Unfortunately, I must say that Iâm really not much of a switch myself. I too prefer control and have known it for years now. As a matter of fact, I have my husband locked up in a chastity cage right now and he only gets to cum once a month [You were sure that would impress her]. I donât know how Iâd ever feel about meeting up, but I wouldnât mind chatting with a fellow domme if youâd still like to talk sometime.
-XOâ
You clicked send and felt yourself relax. You were sure that sheâd be less bold after reading that. You stretched out when you heard a -ping- indicating you had a new message. You were impressed. It had only been a few minutes after all. Sure enough, the message was from Emilia. You were a bit taken aback by the new subject and clicked the message open immediately.
âSubject: Does the little, ole wifey want to play with me, then? ;D
Message: Iâm glad you enjoyed my photos and beyond ecstatic to hear you have your hubby all locked up! Wanna know a little secret? I have four different keys around my neck right now, but youâll see that shortly. By the time you are done reading this, I will have sent you a second e-mail with some very specific instructions. Nothing too intense, I promise, but I wanted to play a little game with you.
You see, I get the feeling you donât take me very seriously, Miss. May I call you Miss? That is proper after all, since Iâm so much younger than you⊠;) [Your face was starting to go red with anger. She was plucking your last nerve with her sarcastic tone.] Iâm sure youâd never, ever submit to someone like me, so Iâm sure you can handle responding to one more message from me. Just one last message and if you respond me within five minutes of reading it, then Iâll even fulfill any request you make of me. Sound fair, Miss?
[Grrr⊠From her, that term was starting to grate on you]
Iâll be eagerly waiting for a response~ ;*
-Emiliaâ
The nerve of this girl! That was fine, you would read her stupid her stupid message and shut her up for good. You were thinking you would make her paint across her chest that she was your slut and post it for everyone to see. Then she would know who the true domme was. You closed the message and as promised a new one awaited. The subject was much simpler this time: âRelaxâ.
As you opened the message, you were surprised to find it had a custom background. It was a just out of focus, mostly translucent image of Emilia with her breasts propped up by her arm. Her eyes were wide and staring out at you in such a captivating manner. The only thing she was wearing was a necklace with four small keys around it. It was noticeable enough that even though you could still clearly read the message, you couldnât stop yourself noticing her eyes in your peripheral vision.
âSubject: Relax
Message: Thatâs all I want you to do. Relax, Miss.
Look deep in to my eyes and relax.
Theyâre so wide, arenât they?
So big and wide, almost as if you could get lost in them.
[It was true, they were big.]
Keep staring, deeper in to them. And relax.
Let go and relax.
Keep staring deeper in to my beautiful, green eyes as you go deeper, Miss.
[Yes, deeperâŠ]
Feel the relaxation spread down from your neck, throughout your core, and down through your arms and legs.
[Down through⊠Your arms and legsâŠ]
Down through your hands and feet.
[Down⊠through⊠hands⊠and feetâŠ]
All the way to the tips of your finger and toes.
[Fingers⊠toesâŠ]
Let go.
Go Deeper.
RelaxâŠ
Go DeeperâŠ
DeeperâŠ
Deep... erâŠ.
Deep...
SubmitâŠ.
âŠ.
âŠâŠ.
âŠâŠâŠ..
âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ
âŠâŠâŠ..
âŠâŠ..
âŠ.
âHuh?!â You awoke with a startle. Your office chair was soaked to the point your juices were dripping down onto the carpet and you could feel your pussy throbbing. As you looked down, you noticed your towel was open and splayed around you. You started to shake as you noticed that written in lipstick across your chest were the words âEmiliaâs Filthy Slutâ. You felt another orgasm rack your body, nearly tipping you out of the chair.
What the hell had happened to you?
As you finally started to come down from cumming, you clicked through to your inbox to try and find out what had happened. To your horror, based upon your latest received message, it had been three hours and your husband would almost be home for lunch by now. You used your towel and dried yourself off before you lay the towel down to sop up your juices that were now saturating the chair.
Right as you lit a candle to mask the smell of sex in the room, you heard the front door open and the familiar call of, âHoney, Iâm home.â You started to panic, as you knew there was no way you could get dressed by the time he reached the bedroom. You quickly shut off the monitor then grabbed one of his oversized shirts off the floor and threw it on to cover your chest. In a final act of ingenuity, you proceeded to lay in wait on the bed with your legs spread open, hoping it would be enough to distract him.
As your husbands hand hit the door knob, you put on the coldest stare you could. The moment that he locked eyes with you as the door cracked, you said, âI donât want to hear a single word. Come over here and eat me. Now!â
Obedient as always, he ran over to the bed, knelt down, and began to worship your pussy. After an unknown amount of orgasms during your blackout, the sensations of your husbandâs seasoned cunnilingus made you clench your sheets in pleasure immediately. âOh God, Oh GodâŠ.â You were so close, you could feel your pussy spasm, practically begging for orgasm, as his tongue refused to relent. Your back was now arched while your entire face and breast were flushed in heat, but the orgasm still wouldnât come. As your voice barely cracked and you bucked against your husbands tongue, he stopped for only a second to say, âDear, are you going to cum-âand with that you had the largest orgasm of your life all over his face.
Why the hell hadnât you cum before hearing him say that?!
With that you looked at the clock and kicked your husband out the room, reminding him he still had to get back to work and that he better be faster next time. He sheepishly scurried out of the room as you lay in bed trying to figure out just what had happened. You remembered you hadnât had a chance to check your message history with Emilia yet and walked back over to the office chair to do so.
As you pulled the towel off the chair to sit back down, you felt the squish of your own juices beneath your toes at the base of the seat. You became flush with embarrassment with this revelation, but refocused yourself on checking the messages. Your eyes went wide as you realized you had sent ten messages to Emilia since you last remembered reading hers, and four were flagged as multimedia.
You scrambled to open the multimedia messages as fast as you could. The first photo was actually harmless enough; you just seemed to be smiling and content and you still had your towel on. The second was a picture of your cleavage held in the towel with âEmiliaâs Filthy Slutâ written across your chest. You were about to click off to her page to see if she had posted the photo when you decided it best to sort through all of this first. If she had posted them for everyone to see, you were still at her mercy for the moment to get them taken down. The third photo was a picture of your pussy spread open with your wedding ring laying around your clit.
Wait a secondâŠ!!
You looked down at your left hand and realized your wedding band was missing. You quickly looked around the top of your desk, but it was nowhere to be seen. You started to get upset, but remembered you still had one message to open. It took a moment for the page to fully load and once it did the screen now displayed a play button for a twenty second long video. On the freeze frame, you saw your pussy lips being spread by one hand and your ring clenched between two fingers on the other. With a feeling of dread, you clicked play.
You could hear your heavy breathing and it was even clearer how embarrassingly wet you were at the time as your fingers rubbed your clit on the screen.
âFor you, MistressâŠâ you heard your voice whisper, as you took your wedding ring and plunged it along with the two fingers deep inside your pussy with ease. As your moans echoed throughout the bedroom from the speakers, you slid two fingers in to your wet slit with an uncomfortable ease; you hated that the fact you were imitating the video only made it easier. You probed yourself, desperate to find out if your sacred band still rest inside your pussy. To your relief and dismay, you felt your fingers trace the outline of the band. Sliding it on while your fingers were still inside of you, your breathing was picking up pace in the video. You knew you were close.
âIâm cumming, Mistress!â you heard yourself scream and your pussy forced your fingers back out as you once again drenched your computer chair in sync with the video.
âDamn it all!â You were tired of cumming for this girl. You couldnât believe you had done that with your wedding ring and you were on the verge of having an emotional breakdown. You were about to give up when a new message popped in you inbox⊠from her. Your eyes glanced the title and it read, âRead this for the release you need. I promise your secrets are safe, Missâ and you felt a wave of relaxation suddenly roll over you.
This had been a lot to take in, but you had a sudden feeling you could at least trust her enough not to release those images and the video. You clicked to open the new message and let out a deep breath:
âSubject: Read this for the release you need. I promise your secrets are safe, Miss
Message: Iâm sure you probably have a million different questions right now, Miss. Long story short, I hypnotized you with my messages a ways back and we had a fun conversation. [As much as you wanted to believe she was joking, your body and all the other evidence certainly said otherwise.] See, you canât actually hypnotize a person if they wonât allow it and you definitely canât make them do anything they arenât willing to do on their own. I just allowed you to let out a side of you that probably has been repressed for years. Since we wouldnât want you re-hypnotizing yourself, let me fill in the blanks for you.
It all began with the first message where I put you under and implanted some basic triggers. Remember how you felt so much more relaxed when you saw this message? The final trigger, release, released you of all of your previous triggers and instilled a sensation of deep relaxation spreading through your body to help calm you down. Youâre welcome for that. Anyways, after that I messaged you with a simple command to send me a picture of you smiling, so that I could know you felt happy and safe.
With the next few messages we started a little game I call âConfessions.â You told me what drew you to me, a bit more about yourself and your life, the pictures you loved the most (and Iâll gladly queen your pretty face any day of the week, Miss), Â and what you were planning if I lost (Iâm so pleased youâre my filthy slut, too). After some more discussion, I asked you what you felt was an appropriate form of submission and you sent me that pretty picture of your pussy with your ring setting on top. I just couldnât help myself and then told you if you really wanted to make Mistress happy, youâd fuck those rings deep inside your pussy and cum for me.
After I got the video, I remembered you told me your husband was scheduled home around then, so I gave you a command to wake back up so that you could hopefully clean yourself up in time. I really do hope you did manage. It would be the biggest shame if your hubby went and ruined all of our fun already or if those triggers remained⊠Oh, and if you havenât figured it out yet, you may want to check your pussy for your wedding rings.
[You blushed as you felt your juices still coating the ring, now back on your finger]
Iâm sure you have a lot to think about once you receive this message, but just remember that at the base of it all, you did everything that just happened of your own volition. I hope to hear back from you so we can hopefully play some more. When we were discussing your work schedule, it turns out you have a conference in a city fairly close to me in just under three months. It would be just lovely if I could meet you, Miss.
Until next time~ ;D -Emiliaâ
An entire bottle of wine and a couple of hours of deep thinking later, you responded to Emilia in what would lead to two months of back and forth exchanges. She never attempted to hypnotize you again and her messages became more teasing and playful than dominant. She even shared some rather risqué pictures of herself with you from time to time, which always got your juices very literally flowing.
You were always careful to make sure your husband never found out about the messages you exchanged with her. Finally, the time came for your conference and you were off to meet this woman who had such a profound effect on you these past few months. She asked a simple request: that you bring at least one nice pair of lingerie and some complimenting heels.
As the first night of the conference concluded, you sent Emilia a message on your phone. She responded fast as always and told you to go get yourself cleaned up and sheâd send her address shortly. She also wanted a picture of your smile, so you quickly snapped one with your phone for her to see. When you arrived at your hotel room, you sat out your lingerie and heels before then slipped in to the shower. You nearly lost yourself to thoughts of what the night to come could mean, but you managed to take a mostly expedient rinse.
When you checked your phone it had an address on it that was roughly an hour away from where you were staying. It also said, âLove the formal duster in the pic you sent me earlier. Come in just that and the lingerie and Iâll make sure tonight is extra special for you to remember ;) Make sure to knock three times, pause, and knock two more so I know itâs you!â
It was rather bold, but you were just driving straight there. You doubted anyone would see you or even think anything if they did. You slipped on your lingerie, tied the belt of your duster, slipped on your heels, and headed out to go meet Emilia.
 ******                 You turned the door knob                ******
There sat Emilia on a couch, no more than 5â6. Her hair was a deep, dyed red with her lips painted to match; these colors suited the raw, sensual presence she commanded. Her figure was not unlike an hourglass, with a smaller waist that flared to present gorgeous, wide hips. She was done up in a black lace corset and a thin necklace housing those same four keys you remembered from before drawing your eyes to her bust. At her waist she wore a black lace panties with a hole where the crotch would be and you could see the slightest glimmer of juice on her pussy lips. You felt a wetness begin to trickle down your leg at the sight. The rest of her figure was complimented by a pair of black stockings held up by a garter belt. Her feet were clad in cherry red pumps that added to her allure.
âHello, Iâm Emilia. Take off your duster, feel free to place it on the desk.â As you undid the belt, you slowly slid it open, seductively presenting yourself to her.â A wide smile grew across her face at the site of your body as you bent over to place the duster over the desk chair. As you walked back towards her, she beckoned you over with her finger in a come-hither motion.
âPlease, have a seat.â
âThank you,â you said as you approached, your chest tight with nervousness. You were surprised by how much tension you could feel in such a simple exchange, but your panties were now noticeably wet from the greeting. As you went to sit down, Emilia made sure you were comfortable and offered to give you a massage to relieve your tension from the long day. You gladly accepted her generous offer and she asked you to lean forward so she could sit behind you on the top of the couch and massage your shoulder while you two talked.
As she kicked off her heels, you could see that her toenails were painted in a red polish that showed through her stockings. You werenât ever one to be aroused by womenâs feet, but even you had to admit that her arches and toes traced in the silhouettes of her silk stockings just oozed sex to you. She took her place behind your head and you felt her fingers start to go to work on your neck and shoulders. She was very good at what she was doing and you felt yourself start to sink back in to the couch with your eyes closed.
âJust relax. We have plenty of time to catch up and play later. Just enjoy your massage right now.â You let out a coo and felt your entire body relax. Now one of her hands had moved to the top of your neck and your scalp, while the other had disappeared. Youâd never had your head massaged, but it really was a pleasant feeling. As your heads sunk back more as her hand moved up to your scalp, you felt your body flush as the familiar scent of arousal hit your nose. As you opened your eyes wide and stretched slightly, you could see Emiliaâs other hand teasing her now wet pussy as she continued to massage your head.
âUh oh, looks like someone went and opened their eyes,â she said nonchalantly while parting her lips with two of her fingers so you could see all of her. âDo you remember what your favorite photo of me was?â she asked with a devilish grin. Your face went red as she propped herself up with her arms, her pussy now sitting less than three inches above your face. You could feel the warmth as her smell overwhelmed your senses. She lowered herself further, her pussy now resting just at the tip to your nose.
âDonât you want a taste?â
You wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her down on to your face. You couldnât drink in her juices fast enough as your first orgasm hit you, shaking your arms free. Realizing what happened, she continued to grind her pussy over your face as your legs shook.
âDoes being used turn you on that much? Or maybe youâve just been fantasizing about me sitting on your face for so long the reality sent you over,â she said with a chuckle through heavy breaths. âNow donât you fucking stop⊠Iâm almost there. Oh, and I should warn you⊠Iâm a squirter.â As she let out a loud moan a torrent of her juices splashed down your throat and all over your face. âMmmmmâŠ.. Thank you, Miss,â she said, rising off your face leaning against the wall trying to catch her breath.
You lay there trying to absorb everything that had happened so far. You were sitting there, drenched in her juices after just having your face ridden like that for the first time. While you were still processing the sensations, you felt Emiliaâs stocking clad heel slide between your thighs and rub against your soaked panties covering your pussy.
âOhhhhâŠ.â Meekly escaped from your lips.
âSlide your panties off and it will feel even better,â she said in a tone making it clear it was more of a command than a suggestion. She withdrew her heel momentarily as you slid your fingers under the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. Before you were even finished lying back, you felt the heel or her silk stocking grind into your pussy.
âI saw the way you stared at them when I took my heels off,â she said as her heels pace picked up ever so slightly. âSo sensual,â her words soaked in to your brain, âmost people never give feet a thought, but it shouldnât be so surprising how powerful they are. Such delicate, graceful curves that support your entire body throughout the day as you walk, yet with minimal care they can still remain one of the softest-âshe rolled her heel over your clit eliciting a moan as your eyes flutteredâ-parts of your body. Cum for my heel and show my feet the respect they deserve.â Your hips bucked against her heel of your bodyâs own will. You were arching yourself against her, balancing yourself with your toes nearly slipping out of your heels, as your second orgasm came over you causing your legs to give out as you screamed.
"You made me proud,â Emilia said smiling down at you, âI think itâs about time we take a short break.â
Emiliaâs fingers gently glided through your hair as you brought your head to a rest on her inner thigh; your breathing was slow and rough. As you closed your eyes to enjoy her caress, you took stock of the fact she had been running circles around you since you got here. Werenât you supposed to be on equal footing? You had to figure some way to get back at her, but for now, her fingers just felt soâŠ. nice.
âSo am I everything you thought Iâd be, Miss?â she asked in a playful tone.
You smiled to yourself, âMore than I imagined, if Iâm being blunt.â
âHonesty is certainly preferred,â you felt her fingers slide off your head causing you to open your eyes. âIâll be getting down now.â With that, she adjusted and swung her leg over you, before sliding down the couch and seating herself beside you.
âYour face was beautiful when you came, Missâ she said with a sincere smile. As you blushed, you noticed her face was slightly red too. Her eyes wandered up and down your body hungrily.
âI donât know if noticed when you took off your duster but there was also a camera sitting on that desk, too.â Your eyes darted to the table to confirm what she said. Sure enough, a digital camera was setting beside the lamp with a tripod pointed right at the couch. Wait, had she-
âUhmmâŠâ it was the first time you hear her sound lightly bashful, âI may have set it up to take pictures any time it detected motion or sound. It should have a lovely set of shots stored right now. A great auto focus too.â As you were about to interject, you notice she had parted her legs while talking and her pussy was clearly getting wet again. âNow, I do respect your privacy so if you want to go delete those photos right now, I wonât stop you. I promise there are no secret backups or anything like that. Itâs up to you.â
You were at least glad she wasnât going to try and blackmail you or do something else concerning. It would probably be for the better if you deleted them, but the more you thought about it you were curious to see what was on the camera.
âActually,â you saw her eyes go wide as you finally spoke up, âis there any chance we could look at the photos before I decide⊠together?â A huge smile broke across her face almost as if she was a kid in a candy store.
âIâd absolutely love that, Missâ she said in a delighted tone, âIâll go grab the camera.â
As she stood up and strolled the short way from the couch to the desk, you watched her heart shaped ass as her wide hips swayed with every step. The panties and garter set she wore framed her ass wonderfully; she had made an excellent choice. As she turned back towards you, fiddling with the camera as she walked, she paused and stared down at your heels.
âAre those real patent leather?â she asked with an eager tone.
âWhy yes, they are,â you responded with a soft smile. A curious question that had caught you off guard.
âOh, I just love a woman who likes quality shoes. Iâm quite fond of leather, too,â she said with a big grin as she sat back down beside you. âEnough about your shoes though. Itâs time to find out what the camera caught.â She leaned in against you as she held the camera out for you both to see.
As you two scrolled through the pictures together it became clear you were both getting more and more turned on. You also realized you wanted to keep some memories of tonight, so after you finished looking through them all, you told Emilia she could save them so long as she sent you copies. She cheerfully agreed.
âYou know those photos you like so much on my profileâŠâ she asked while chewing her lip, âwould you like to take one with me?â
Both of you were still red to your breast from looking at the photos, so you doubted she noticed your face get much darker when she asked. You were intrigued by the proposition, but having yourself posted so publicly left you unsure.
Your contemplation was interrupted when she said, âIâll even let you pick the picture we take.â A smile climbed across your face and for the first time she looked slightly nervous.
âDo you have a strap-on with you, Emilia?â you said as seductively as you could muster leaning slightly closer to her.
Those beautiful, round eyes of hers went wide as she said more softly, âYes, I do have one with me.â You glanced between her legs to see a trickle of wetness escape her slit.
FinallyâŠ
You werenât going to let this slight slip up go to waste. You remembered all the times you had dominated your husband over the years and you instinctively leaned in to her ear while placing your hand between her legs. âIâm going to fuck you until you scream my name and weâre going to photograph every last detail, Emilia,â you whispered in to her ear.
Without giving her anytime to process what was happening, you slid your middle finger deep inside her and curled it upwards as you held her in position with your other arm. She let out a whimper as you masterfully added your index finger to her pussy. âSo tight⊠If these two fingers make you squeal that much, I canât wait to hear what you sound like when Iâm pounding away at you.â Her breathing was heavy and you felt her pussy start to clench around your fingers; she was getting extremely close.
Now for the finishing blow. You suddenly stopped the twisting of your fingers inside her and held perfectly still. Her voice cracked as her body stopped, seconds from orgasm.
âNot till I fuck you, Emilia,â you smoothly whispered. As the words left your mouth, you suddenly felt her pussy squeeze around your fingers.
âMmmmmmmmmm. Not⊠YetâŠ. Miss,â she let out softly in to your ear. She wrapped her arms around your back, locking you in place, as she internally massaged herself using your fingers and her own muscles. âIâmâŠ. going toâŠ. cuuuUuuuUUU-âher voice cracked as you felt her juices gush all over your fingers as they were pushed out. She stopped between pants to tauntingly say, âI always⊠get my way⊠Miss.â As frustrated as you were, the bite from the way she said that after all this time started to turn you on more than make you angry.
âHow about we skip the strap-on, and you just fuck me, lady to lady?â she said regaining her composure as she released her arms from behind you. âBesides, it will look more elegant with just our raw curves.â She drew back and stared deeply into your eye as she waited.
You could see her eyes full were full of passion and lust as you considered it. You wanted to tell her no. To tell her that you were still going to fuck her, but the thought of your bare skin touching hers and nothing else just sounded so⊠hot.
âOkayâŠâ you finally relented, âbut only if I get to choose the picture you keep.â
A genuine smile grew across her face, âOh, this makes me so happy. Iâll set up the camera and you can get comfortable on whichever end of the bed you prefer. Whoever gets the headboard will be closest to the camera though,â she finished with a wink.
As she fiddled with her camera while setting it up on a small tripod on the night stand, you slid off your bra and climbed onto the bed. You were both nervous and excited for what was to come and ultimately slid your back toward the pillows; you would stay by the headboard.
âMmmm⊠Now Iâll get to see every detail of your pretty face when we look over these later,â Emilia said as she tossed off her own bra while eyeing your body hungrily. âYou look so lovely naked. I think Iâll keep my stockings on for contrast, if you donât mindâ You simply nodded back to her and she slid her crotchless panties down her legs and climbed onto the bed and sat down in front of you.
âThe camera is set up to take a new photo every five seconds so we donât have to worry about it. We can start whenever youâre ready. You really look so beautiful naked, Miss,â she said sweetly.
âThank you, Emilia. You do too,â you said as you leaned in to kiss her.
Unlike before, there was no aggression as your lips pressed together. Her lips were soft and the kisses sensual. You two slowly continued as you felt her arms pull you in closer. You felt her slide her one leg underneath of yours as she slid her tongue into your mouth. With one final pull, you felt her wet sex press against your own. You both moaned into each otherâs mouth as your tongues continued their waltz.
As the kissing became more heated, you and Emilia both started to gyrate your hips as you rubbed your dripping pussies together. Emilia was the first to cum as you still kissed, her body shaking while you held her. After her orgasm ended, she finally pulled away from you.
âWould you mind if we laid out so that the camera could capture our entire bodies?â she asked with wide, doe eyes.
âOf course not, Emilia,â you said as you two began to shift. After repositioning yourselves so you were each comfortable with a pillow for support, you two began to grind against each other once more. As things became more heated, you felt Emilia grab your right foot and bring it up to her face before planting a kiss on the underside of your foot.
âMmmmm⊠You still taste like leather, too. Such a wonderful combination,â she managed before she took one of your toes into her mouth and closed her eyes. You looked down at her stocking clad foot resting beside you and thought it only fair to return the favor. Even though you didnât have a thing for feet, they had looked sexy all night in those stockings.
As you brought her foot up to your face to kiss, you were overcome by the familiar smell of your own sex still lingering on her stocking clad heel. You could feel your orgasm starting to get close as you began to kiss her sole. Emiliaâs foot suddenly pressed down on your face, trapping your nose between her covered toes, eliciting a moan from you.
âOh God, Iâm going to cum, Miss,â she said letting your toes free from her mouth. This was enough to push you over the edge too as your pussies began to spasm in orgasmic bliss together. It was one of the most intense feelings you had ever felt as you came with one another and your juices mixed together between your legs. After the waves of ecstasy subsided, she removed her foot from your face and you both relaxed.
After you both came down from your bliss, you joined Emilia in the hotel shower to cool off and clean up. You kept things friendly as you took turns lathering and washing off each otherâs bodies while planting the occasional playful kiss and nothing more. You decided to spend the night in your new loverâs hotel and curled up with her to go to sleepâŠ. After changing the sheets, of course.
When you woke up, the two of you went out to breakfast at a cafĂ© nearby before you had to go back to prepare for your meeting later that day. You two scrolled through her pictures from the previous evening, surely blushing like teenagers, until you ultimately decided to post the picture taken at the exact second you both came together. When the meal concluded, you exchanged personal phone numbers, promising to keep in touch and to let each other know if you were ever in their area. As you drove off from the cafĂ© and back towards your ânormal lifeâ you received your first text from her.
âThank you for everything last night. I will never forget it. Love ya ;*â along with the picture you had selected attached to it. All you could do was smile.
The End
