Hi guys! This is a story that I am going to write in installments, and it's all about My cuckoldress fantasies. Part of this story is based on some of My favorite cuckold sessions, and partly based on events that are to come if I have My way. And I will. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I look forward to your thoughts and discussion of the D/s lifestyle, and feel free to pm Me if you don't want to post in open forum.
smooches and smacks,
Daphne
Pt. 1
I am sitting on the couch in My hotel suite having a glass of wine when a knock comes at the door. When he came into the room, he came correctly; submissive and ready to please, and resigned to take his punishment. To say that he was nervous would be an understatement; he was shaking as a leaf would. Looking down at the bulge in the front of his pants though, I could see the wood that was holding this tree steady. "Hello Jeff, come in", I say as I stand behind the door so no one can see me in the hallway as it opens wider. "Good evening Mistress" he replies in a low furtive voice. He stands beside the door jamb as I close, and then lock it. His posture is there, he tries to stand erect as a man, but that is just a front and I know it as well as he does.. besides, he knows what he came here for.
I walk right up to his face and study the look in his eyes, his face. He is indeed nervous, but he is no use to Me if he is not connected to Me. I give him a loving kiss on the lips to affirm, I am here, and I will guide you. He lets out a soft moan as our lips part. "strip", I say. He immediately does exactly what I tell him, knowing that if he hesitates or opens his mouth, he has a punishment coming his way. As he looks past Me onto the bed, I'm sure that he sees the array of implementations that would make that possible. Off comes his shoes, then his tie, shirt, pants and his boxers, and then he is standing uncovered before Me. He stands there, with his hands at his sides, head down, looking like a boy on his first day in the locker room. Slowly, softly, I put My hands on his chest and inspect his body. Walking around him, I let My left hand slide across his body as I walk around. Not bad. My slave is not a bad specimen to be used after all, but I know his tiny cock will be totally useless when it comes to pleasing Me.
With My 4 inch heels on, I am as tall as him, so I stand behind him and whisper softly in his ear.
"Did you come here to please Me? to be My toy and let Me use you at My whim?"
"Yes Mistress", he breathily responds.
"What did you come here for?" I ask teasingly.
"I came to be your sissy toy slave, and for you to use me at Your whim".
A smile spreads across My face. "Good, you know, so if I have to remind you, you will be punished. Is that understood?" " Yes, ma'am", was his response, and as soon it came out I knocked if from his lips with the back of My hand. "You call Me Mistress, Ma'am is My mother. Your other Mistress may have tolerated it, but I do not like it. Do you fucking understand Me?
"Yes Mistress" he answers as fast as possible, finally catching his breath after the slap I'd just given him. "Get your ass down on your hands and knees". As he does this, I reach over to the table beside Me and pick up the collar and chain I chose from My collection for this particular slave. It is pink, and made of soft hide, just like him.
As I fasten the collar around My new silly slut's neck I can feel his skin beneath My fingers, red and feverish. I brush his hair out of My way, and then out of his face as I squat down and again kiss him on his lips. Yes, they are definitely warmer than they were the first time.
"Follow Me" I tell him as I clamp the chain to his collar. I turn and begin walking, soft shapely legs hips swaying as he lustily looks on, crawling behind Me. As I pass by the table with My supplies on it, I pick up My favorite riding crop. I sit back on the sofa next to My wine and cross My legs. He rests on his haunches on floor in front of Me, ready for instruction.
"Jeff, now that you know what your objective here today, do you know how you will fulfill it?
"However you would like, Mistress." He is deliberate with his words, not wanting to incur My anger again.
"Well considering how worthless and how pitiful your tiny cock looks, I have a real man coming by, and you get to be Our service and entertainment. First, you will get Me ready for him to fuck Me, you will fetch anything that we need, and if you're a good boy you will be rewarded with being able to taste him."
At this, statement My silly sissy perks up, knowing that though he doesn't deserve it (but who are we kidding, only real men deserve it), he gets to be of some value to Me.
As I look down at him from My seat on the sofa. I look him up and down. I prop My crop against the bottom of his chin, holding his head up. "Your cock is so terribly small, slave. Too bad most of you is useless to Me, but I may find some use for you yet. Raheem is on his way, and he'll make sure that I am satisfied the way you never could. But first, I need a massage, so start at My feet and get to work."
"Yes, Mistress, I am here to be your service slave and that is the only thing I am useful for, getting you ready for your lover."
Damn skippy, My bitch learns fast. He gingerly puts his hands on the foot that I have crossed on top, the right one, and begins to undo the strap that covers My ankle.
"Good boy" I say as I pick up My telephone to text Raheem what time he will be here. An hour is his reply. Again, I smile; My stomach is fluttering. That gives Me more than enough time for My slave to help Me prepare for My playtime.
If only My toy, and Raheem, knew what I had in store for them... That thought makes my smile broaden wider.
Pt.1
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-01-2014, 08:37 AM
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-02-2014, 01:05 AM
Pt. 2
The shiny leather of My shoe glistens as he gently grabs the instep of My shoe and moves it so he can get to the buckle. As the slick material catches his eye, I can see a stirring in him.
"Lick My shoes, Jeff, I know that you want to."
Instinctively, he lets out a moan as his tongue stretches from his mouth and makes contact with My stilettos. At first, I could see his reflection perfectly in the toe, at an instant it goes murky as he slides his rose across My shoes. He unfastens the buckle from around My ankle, keeping in mind that I still wanted My massage. As he slides My shoe from My foot, his tongue follows the departure of My shoe. My foot is small and warm in his hands, and in his mouth. My slave massages My foot firmly yet lovingly, all the while his mouth is making love to My foot. I feel myself getting wet, and I hurriedly move him on to My other foot. He repeats the same ritual on My left foot, all the while moaning and breathing more heavily. I reach out and stroke his hair, running My hands through his soft curls. I noticed that he got a haircut today, just before he came to see Me. He is coming along, but we have further to go. I lock My small fingers into the hair on the back of his head and pulls his head back playfully, yet forcefully.
"You are doing very good so far, but I want you to give Me more."
I now feel a very saturated wet spot growing in a pool underneath Me. I know that tonight I have a lot to give him. Always the carrot, never the stick; I give him just a taste of the attention that he craves from Me, I kiss him softly on his lips, both cheeks, and his nose. When I pull his hair harder and goes in for his neck, he lets out a groan from between his lips. I give him a full, yet close mouthed kiss on either side of his neck. Then take a look at him. He is prostrate before Me, leaning back on his haunches. His hands lay feebly at his sides. His eyes are mostly closed, but in between his eyelids, and between his lips cry ecstasy. I cover his mouth with My own, sensually stroking his lips with mine. I run my tongue along the ridges and valleys that is his mouth, and we stay like that for the next few minutes.
"Come, it's time to take a bath". I pick up the chain laying next to Me and leads him into the bathroom and to the vanity in My stocking feet. After he collects My bath towels and soap, he then fetches My head wrap and hangs up my robe near the shower. Jeff, My filthy white cuck turns towards Me, the chain around his neck chiming and glistening in the light like freedom bells. I turn around, and he unzips my skirt. He carefully shimmies My tight pencil skirt down my hips, legs, then it is at a heap at my ankles. I step out of it and he sets it on the counter. My shirt then follows. Unbuttoning my shirt with swift hands (he does do this in preparation every day for work, doesn't he?), my shirt is gone. I stand before him in my black lingerie, still in my stocking feet before him.
"Can I please touch You, Mistress?" he asks. He knows that it is best not to speak unless spoken to. I search his eyes to see if he is testing My authority, or if he can't help himself. In his eyes I saw nothing but pleading and a need in his eyes.. to please Me.
I stand against the vanity, My back towards him.
"Yes you may, but don't get carried away." My mind goes back to our first bodyworship session together. He rocked and swayed me so hard, his face between every part of My body, that I nearly lost My balance. I had to make his face and ass cheeks red for that one, as well as the hand I used on both.
"If you do the shit you did last time, I will go get My flogger and we'll see what that profits you."
"Yes Mistress, I will be mindful." His voice sounds wandering, but his hands and his face know exactly where they want to go.
Each of his hands go to one of my supple ass cheeks, and he buries his whole face between them, licking the inside of them and breathing Me in deeply. This time his hands are firm, but steady. Jeff knows what his job is, and knows that he needs to take his opportunity while he can. He runs his hands up and down my body, still on his knees. I turn around and let him get a palmful of LD's DDs while he runs his cheeks and tongue up My legs and thighs. When his searching tongue makes contact with my already sensitive clit, I get up on one of my tippy toes as he lifts me up onto the vanity. He delves in, licking and slurping all over My engorged pussy.
The insides of My knees press against his ears as I put my legs behind his back. I hold him close, rocking back and forth on his willing and turgid tongue flicks My button over and over again. Again I lace my fingers through his hair and pull his head back. A smart slap in the face will teach this unworthy bastard!
"What did I tell you about being too rough, too eager?"I deftly tensed my fingers and struck him on the cheek.
The golden sound of My hand making contact with his face in the bathroom was beautiful, so I did it again. And again. I began alternating between his leading his face back between My legs, and flogging his face with my fingers. The whole john was tiled , making the clap ricochet off of the walls . It would have been the perfect faux beach scene; the sand Travertine tile, the ceiling painted in a perfect Cerulean blue, his lapping like the waves, and the rhythmic thunderoll of My hand slapping his face.
I want to look at myself in the mirror, so I turn around, knees on the vanity with My feet laced behind his head. This time I did not punish his eagerness, and did not take his mouth from My dark sweet ass. My ankles locked behind his legs prevents him from moving his head from Me unless I let him. Again, I grind and rock on his face, making sure that he runs his tongue up to My starfish regularly.
This is an alright starter, but at this point I wished Raheem was standing right next to me. Jeff can't satisfy me the way Raheem can. After all of this licking, I need a real man to come and lay the meat to way no sissy cuck ever could.
Scoffing, I push Jeff the worthless away from me.
"That's enough", I calmly say. "I'm tired of this child's play, I need a real man that is going to please and satisfy Me now. You have outworn your welcome for now, I will let you know when I need your mouth again."
Still on his hands and knees and his collar still connected to the chain in My hand, he sighs "Yes, Mistress", turns around and draws a bubble bath for Me, just the way I taught him.
Pt. 2
The shiny leather of My shoe glistens as he gently grabs the instep of My shoe and moves it so he can get to the buckle. As the slick material catches his eye, I can see a stirring in him.
"Lick My shoes, Jeff, I know that you want to."
Instinctively, he lets out a moan as his tongue stretches from his mouth and makes contact with My stilettos. At first, I could see his reflection perfectly in the toe, at an instant it goes murky as he slides his rose across My shoes. He unfastens the buckle from around My ankle, keeping in mind that I still wanted My massage. As he slides My shoe from My foot, his tongue follows the departure of My shoe. My foot is small and warm in his hands, and in his mouth. My slave massages My foot firmly yet lovingly, all the while his mouth is making love to My foot. I feel myself getting wet, and I hurriedly move him on to My other foot. He repeats the same ritual on My left foot, all the while moaning and breathing more heavily. I reach out and stroke his hair, running My hands through his soft curls. I noticed that he got a haircut today, just before he came to see Me. He is coming along, but we have further to go. I lock My small fingers into the hair on the back of his head and pulls his head back playfully, yet forcefully.
"You are doing very good so far, but I want you to give Me more."
I now feel a very saturated wet spot growing in a pool underneath Me. I know that tonight I have a lot to give him. Always the carrot, never the stick; I give him just a taste of the attention that he craves from Me, I kiss him softly on his lips, both cheeks, and his nose. When I pull his hair harder and goes in for his neck, he lets out a groan from between his lips. I give him a full, yet close mouthed kiss on either side of his neck. Then take a look at him. He is prostrate before Me, leaning back on his haunches. His hands lay feebly at his sides. His eyes are mostly closed, but in between his eyelids, and between his lips cry ecstasy. I cover his mouth with My own, sensually stroking his lips with mine. I run my tongue along the ridges and valleys that is his mouth, and we stay like that for the next few minutes.
"Come, it's time to take a bath". I pick up the chain laying next to Me and leads him into the bathroom and to the vanity in My stocking feet. After he collects My bath towels and soap, he then fetches My head wrap and hangs up my robe near the shower. Jeff, My filthy white cuck turns towards Me, the chain around his neck chiming and glistening in the light like freedom bells. I turn around, and he unzips my skirt. He carefully shimmies My tight pencil skirt down my hips, legs, then it is at a heap at my ankles. I step out of it and he sets it on the counter. My shirt then follows. Unbuttoning my shirt with swift hands (he does do this in preparation every day for work, doesn't he?), my shirt is gone. I stand before him in my black lingerie, still in my stocking feet before him.
"Can I please touch You, Mistress?" he asks. He knows that it is best not to speak unless spoken to. I search his eyes to see if he is testing My authority, or if he can't help himself. In his eyes I saw nothing but pleading and a need in his eyes.. to please Me.
I stand against the vanity, My back towards him.
"Yes you may, but don't get carried away." My mind goes back to our first bodyworship session together. He rocked and swayed me so hard, his face between every part of My body, that I nearly lost My balance. I had to make his face and ass cheeks red for that one, as well as the hand I used on both.
"If you do the shit you did last time, I will go get My flogger and we'll see what that profits you."
"Yes Mistress, I will be mindful." His voice sounds wandering, but his hands and his face know exactly where they want to go.
Each of his hands go to one of my supple ass cheeks, and he buries his whole face between them, licking the inside of them and breathing Me in deeply. This time his hands are firm, but steady. Jeff knows what his job is, and knows that he needs to take his opportunity while he can. He runs his hands up and down my body, still on his knees. I turn around and let him get a palmful of LD's DDs while he runs his cheeks and tongue up My legs and thighs. When his searching tongue makes contact with my already sensitive clit, I get up on one of my tippy toes as he lifts me up onto the vanity. He delves in, licking and slurping all over My engorged pussy.
The insides of My knees press against his ears as I put my legs behind his back. I hold him close, rocking back and forth on his willing and turgid tongue flicks My button over and over again. Again I lace my fingers through his hair and pull his head back. A smart slap in the face will teach this unworthy bastard!
"What did I tell you about being too rough, too eager?"I deftly tensed my fingers and struck him on the cheek.
The golden sound of My hand making contact with his face in the bathroom was beautiful, so I did it again. And again. I began alternating between his leading his face back between My legs, and flogging his face with my fingers. The whole john was tiled , making the clap ricochet off of the walls . It would have been the perfect faux beach scene; the sand Travertine tile, the ceiling painted in a perfect Cerulean blue, his lapping like the waves, and the rhythmic thunderoll of My hand slapping his face.
I want to look at myself in the mirror, so I turn around, knees on the vanity with My feet laced behind his head. This time I did not punish his eagerness, and did not take his mouth from My dark sweet ass. My ankles locked behind his legs prevents him from moving his head from Me unless I let him. Again, I grind and rock on his face, making sure that he runs his tongue up to My starfish regularly.
This is an alright starter, but at this point I wished Raheem was standing right next to me. Jeff can't satisfy me the way Raheem can. After all of this licking, I need a real man to come and lay the meat to way no sissy cuck ever could.
Scoffing, I push Jeff the worthless away from me.
"That's enough", I calmly say. "I'm tired of this child's play, I need a real man that is going to please and satisfy Me now. You have outworn your welcome for now, I will let you know when I need your mouth again."
Still on his hands and knees and his collar still connected to the chain in My hand, he sighs "Yes, Mistress", turns around and draws a bubble bath for Me, just the way I taught him.
Pt. 2
- Armando_Talia
- 04-02-2014, 02:13 AM
we are on it... we love cuckolds!
- LondonSub
- 04-02-2014, 09:52 AM
Yeah, hot stuff, thanks for posting!
- MsPrittiKitti
- 04-02-2014, 09:54 AM
Love it!! Cant wait for the others!!
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-02-2014, 04:26 PM
Thanks guys, I'm glad you enjoy it. Part 3 is coming tonight or tomorrow. 
- Brooke Wilde
- 04-02-2014, 05:17 PM
Great read! Keep them coming!!!!!!
- rob9988
- 04-03-2014, 09:20 AM
Wow, what a privilege it would be to be your ass worshipping slut.
- Prime Time
- 04-04-2014, 02:54 AM
^^^^ I just threw up in my mouth at the sight of those feet.
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-05-2014, 06:11 PM
Pt. 3
Looking at my watch, I see that time is running short so I undress myself. Jeff, pitiful yet faithful cuck is in the bedroom cleaning my heels and preparing the room for Raheem's visit. Just the thought of what is to come quickens the wetness I feel wanting to escape from in between both pairs of my lips. As I slip into the tub, I let the worries of the day slip from Me. I need some serious playtime tonight, and I will get exactly what I need. As I generously lather myself with with cucumber body wash (a favorite of mine) I meticulously clean every single inch of my body twice. After rinsing off with the detachable showerhead thoroughly, stopping the jets to tease my already sensitive pussy.
"Slave", I call out, and jeff is there. He grabs my towel and wraps it around Me as I get out of the tub. Once back in the bedroom, I stand against the bench at the end of the bed while he dries the remaining beads of water from my back and betwixt my legs, then down my thighs. I sit on the bench so he can finish drying My feet. I reach back and grab my lotion, it smells of jasmine and I feel better and better as I moisturize My skin. Soon my skin is as soft as a baby and glowing. I go over to the radio and turn the jazz that is playing on My phone up a notch, then look at the time. Fifteen minutes until Rah is going to be here. I lick My lips at the thought.
I grab the nude Cuban heel stockings, thong, garter, and bra from the bed behind me and sits down on the bench to get dressed. As I pull my stockings on, jeff is sitting in the occasional chair in the corner looking at Me. I make sure to be elaborate in my gestures, making sure that he's sees all that I go through to get ready for My lover to come fuck Me. After slipping everything on, I allow jeff to come and attach the clips on My bra, and then My garters.
As a spritz on some perfume, there's a firm rap at the door. I then put jeff back on his chain, where he belongs. I put on my heels and lead jeff over to the door; we stand to the right of it so no one passing by can see inside. "Raheem", I exclaim as I open the door to let him in.
Hello, doll" he huskily growls as he comes through the door. My slave is on his chain and his knees at My feet, as usual. "Lovely. Sexy bitch." Raheem reaches out and brushes the curls on the right side of My neck away and at the same time wraps his large warm and around My neck and pulls me in for a series of light pecks and tongue flutters on my lips and cheeks. Finally, what I've been waiting for. All at once I can feel all the tension in my body receding into one central, guarded place. His eyes are closed, and when he pulls away with one deep, private groan I know that I am in for a real ride today. Looking down with just my eyes, I nod towards Jeff the useless and cheerfully chirp, "You remember jeff, don't you?"
Raheem looks down and with a cool tone says "Yes,of course, how could I forget?"
"Stand." I say. Promptly, Jeff is up on his feet, but his eyes know not to come up as fast. Head bowed, he opens his hand, palms up, in silent submission. I give him a satisfactory smile and detach his collar from the chain I hold in My hand.
"Go make Raheem and I drinks. We'll have the Grand Mariner with cranberry today." As jeff gets up to make Us drinks, Raheem and I sit on the sofa to get more comfortable. He and I have enough time to talk, hell we talk all the time. When My slave is with us, talking is not on the menu. After a quick debriefing of Our last couple of days, we were done with the small talk. jeff came from behind the bar and handed us our drinks. I have a love affair with Grand Marnier; I think it may be an aphrodisiac in itself. I take a few childish gulps from my drink, almost as if it was the best tasting thing in the world. Hell it's close to being the best, but I can think of some things that taste better... Like cock. That's what I wanted to taste right now.
Composing myself, I set my drink to the side. "So what's the menu today?" I ask Raheem. Without even smiling, he says "You already know what time it is. I'm going to ream your ass out until you cum, and then I'm going to play with that ass for awhile. "Haven't decided where I'm going to cum yet, but we'll see."
The matter of fact way that he actually described what he was going to do turned Me on more than I thought it would. I felt My butterfly down there flutter, as I felt a new wave of wetness crest.
"What about him? I ask as I reach out and begin to stroke jeff's hair. He is on his haunches sitting on the floor beside Me, as I sit on the sofa. He gently rubs his head against My knee as I caress his head. Poor jeff I think for a split second. I almost pity him.
"He can watch. And he can taste. But not before I taste it. " Looking at jeff he asks, "I mean, your dick is pretty much worthless right, jeff? You can't please Daphne, look at your dick man. What is that? A turtleneck?" Laughing, Raheem tilts his head to the side and does a tweezer motion with his hand. "Where the fuck is it dude, that's all I'm aksing.. Where the fuck is it?"
"jeff's cock may be worthless, and he may look like a pitiful lil shit half the time, but he has his uses. So he does."
jeff's head is down, and I continue to stroke his hair lovingly. "You have your uses don't you jeff? or are you a worthless lil shit?"
Not knowing quite how to respond at first, he stammers."Yes Mistress", he responds tentatively. To both accounts, I am a worthless lil sissy bitch, a cuck who cannot please You." his hands want to go to the chastity device on this puny cock. "I try to have my uses Mistress. I am here to please You and make You happy. I am here to serve You and your lover, to show my service to You."
"See, he's not worthless, he's a good little bitch."
"Whatever, we'll see." Raheem replies as he gets up off of the couch and begins to undo his jeans. He pulls his shirt off, takes his shoes off, then stands there for a second with just his boxers and jeans on, the latter casually loitering on his lean hips. My first instinct is to rip down his jeans and attack his thick pole with My mouth, but I know Raheem's style. He already told Me what he wanted to do, and that's what it would be. Beside me, I hear jeff lick his lips and swallow dryly. On the outside he is obedient, but I know that on the inside he is working on remaining so.
Raheem walks over and gets on his hands and knees in front of Me. Grabbing My knees, he pulls my ass down to the edge of the sofa and begins to give Me a slow, firm long lashing. Putting his mouth around my clit, he French kisses my clit as My warm juices being to run over. I try to pace Myself, knowing that if I explode now, I'll be ruining it for Myself for a strong climax at the end. And I'm not willing to sacrifice that.
My legs spread above Me, I put the back of one knee on jeff's shoulder. his hands begin to rub Me, starting at My thighs, then running up the length of my legs to My hips. Holding his hands there, he can feel the subtle gyrations as I lightly grind back onto Raheem's tongue. Raheem puts his massive hands underneath my ass and lift Me up, making My legs open even wider. He moves his head to the side and makes My brown starfish accessible.
"Lick Her ass", he instructs jeff. He doesn't need an engraved invitation. Diving down low, jeff begins to alternately flutter, then push his tongue onto My asshole. As nerves fire off all throughout My body (why the heck do you suppose I feel this all the way in My nipples?) I moan and shudder as my slave licks Me and My lover plays with my clit with his knowing fingers at the same time.
"Very good, my little dicked slave, very good." As I push back onto their mouth and hand, I again feel the tide rising in Me.
"Raheem, I want to suck your dick. Leave him to that. Watch this jeff. I've taught you how to eat My pussy, but today you take a lesson on how to please a cock."
Getting up, he takes off what remained of his clothes and climbed up onto the couch near My head, while jeff takes his place, hands under My ass like the good little ass licker he is, continues to do just that. I reach out My tongue and lick the tip of his sweet stick. Licking all the way around it, I engulf the head into My mouth. Again, Raheem groans that groan that I love so much, deep and gutteral; I can tell when something feels good. Taking more and more of him into My mouth, I go to work on his dick in a very inspired fashion. Slow and deep, faster and deeper, pulling out until I'm sucking on the head like you would a squirt bottle, I manipulated is cock in every way imaginable. All the while, jeff seems inspired himself. He is looking at me, content yet envious like a man whose brother bought a bigger house across the street from his mansion.
"You see, this is what a real cock looks like. Look at it, I tease as I suck between sentences, stroking it with my hand while I speak. "You only wish that your dick looked like this. Instead, you're left with that disdainful thing between your legs. This tastes good." I delve back into the cock I'm steering. Obviously I'm steering true north because Raheem's dick is harder than Chinese arithmetic. I run My tongue down the very healthy veins invading what would have otherwise been a smooth shaft of steel. I look at it as Braille, and use My mouth and hands to tell Me what it wants to. The Cock Whisperer. Awesome.
The dark chocolate man that I am currently sucking off is definitely trying to tell me something. Taking his cock out of My mouth, he lifts it up with one hand and pulls My head towards his balls. Damn he smells so good. As I circle My tongue around his hairless, full sack, he moans and groans in pleasure. jeff sees how wet sucking Raheem's cock, and knows how I hate coming early, so though my slave occasionally runs his tongue up to my pussy, he mostly remains on my tight, soft asshole.
Soon, Raheem can't take anymore. He runs his hands up the back of my neck and part my hair into two halves. Using my hair to shift My head, he begins to fuck My face. In and out, deliberately he does this for at least a full two minutes, and I can taste his precum flowing from the head of his pole. If only jeff could taste this directly from Rah's dick, but I know Rah's not having that. My slave has know need to worry though, he knows that his Mistress has something in store for him...
Pt.3
Looking at my watch, I see that time is running short so I undress myself. Jeff, pitiful yet faithful cuck is in the bedroom cleaning my heels and preparing the room for Raheem's visit. Just the thought of what is to come quickens the wetness I feel wanting to escape from in between both pairs of my lips. As I slip into the tub, I let the worries of the day slip from Me. I need some serious playtime tonight, and I will get exactly what I need. As I generously lather myself with with cucumber body wash (a favorite of mine) I meticulously clean every single inch of my body twice. After rinsing off with the detachable showerhead thoroughly, stopping the jets to tease my already sensitive pussy.
"Slave", I call out, and jeff is there. He grabs my towel and wraps it around Me as I get out of the tub. Once back in the bedroom, I stand against the bench at the end of the bed while he dries the remaining beads of water from my back and betwixt my legs, then down my thighs. I sit on the bench so he can finish drying My feet. I reach back and grab my lotion, it smells of jasmine and I feel better and better as I moisturize My skin. Soon my skin is as soft as a baby and glowing. I go over to the radio and turn the jazz that is playing on My phone up a notch, then look at the time. Fifteen minutes until Rah is going to be here. I lick My lips at the thought.
I grab the nude Cuban heel stockings, thong, garter, and bra from the bed behind me and sits down on the bench to get dressed. As I pull my stockings on, jeff is sitting in the occasional chair in the corner looking at Me. I make sure to be elaborate in my gestures, making sure that he's sees all that I go through to get ready for My lover to come fuck Me. After slipping everything on, I allow jeff to come and attach the clips on My bra, and then My garters.
As a spritz on some perfume, there's a firm rap at the door. I then put jeff back on his chain, where he belongs. I put on my heels and lead jeff over to the door; we stand to the right of it so no one passing by can see inside. "Raheem", I exclaim as I open the door to let him in.
Hello, doll" he huskily growls as he comes through the door. My slave is on his chain and his knees at My feet, as usual. "Lovely. Sexy bitch." Raheem reaches out and brushes the curls on the right side of My neck away and at the same time wraps his large warm and around My neck and pulls me in for a series of light pecks and tongue flutters on my lips and cheeks. Finally, what I've been waiting for. All at once I can feel all the tension in my body receding into one central, guarded place. His eyes are closed, and when he pulls away with one deep, private groan I know that I am in for a real ride today. Looking down with just my eyes, I nod towards Jeff the useless and cheerfully chirp, "You remember jeff, don't you?"
Raheem looks down and with a cool tone says "Yes,of course, how could I forget?"
"Stand." I say. Promptly, Jeff is up on his feet, but his eyes know not to come up as fast. Head bowed, he opens his hand, palms up, in silent submission. I give him a satisfactory smile and detach his collar from the chain I hold in My hand.
"Go make Raheem and I drinks. We'll have the Grand Mariner with cranberry today." As jeff gets up to make Us drinks, Raheem and I sit on the sofa to get more comfortable. He and I have enough time to talk, hell we talk all the time. When My slave is with us, talking is not on the menu. After a quick debriefing of Our last couple of days, we were done with the small talk. jeff came from behind the bar and handed us our drinks. I have a love affair with Grand Marnier; I think it may be an aphrodisiac in itself. I take a few childish gulps from my drink, almost as if it was the best tasting thing in the world. Hell it's close to being the best, but I can think of some things that taste better... Like cock. That's what I wanted to taste right now.
Composing myself, I set my drink to the side. "So what's the menu today?" I ask Raheem. Without even smiling, he says "You already know what time it is. I'm going to ream your ass out until you cum, and then I'm going to play with that ass for awhile. "Haven't decided where I'm going to cum yet, but we'll see."
The matter of fact way that he actually described what he was going to do turned Me on more than I thought it would. I felt My butterfly down there flutter, as I felt a new wave of wetness crest.
"What about him? I ask as I reach out and begin to stroke jeff's hair. He is on his haunches sitting on the floor beside Me, as I sit on the sofa. He gently rubs his head against My knee as I caress his head. Poor jeff I think for a split second. I almost pity him.
"He can watch. And he can taste. But not before I taste it. " Looking at jeff he asks, "I mean, your dick is pretty much worthless right, jeff? You can't please Daphne, look at your dick man. What is that? A turtleneck?" Laughing, Raheem tilts his head to the side and does a tweezer motion with his hand. "Where the fuck is it dude, that's all I'm aksing.. Where the fuck is it?"
"jeff's cock may be worthless, and he may look like a pitiful lil shit half the time, but he has his uses. So he does."
jeff's head is down, and I continue to stroke his hair lovingly. "You have your uses don't you jeff? or are you a worthless lil shit?"
Not knowing quite how to respond at first, he stammers."Yes Mistress", he responds tentatively. To both accounts, I am a worthless lil sissy bitch, a cuck who cannot please You." his hands want to go to the chastity device on this puny cock. "I try to have my uses Mistress. I am here to please You and make You happy. I am here to serve You and your lover, to show my service to You."
"See, he's not worthless, he's a good little bitch."
"Whatever, we'll see." Raheem replies as he gets up off of the couch and begins to undo his jeans. He pulls his shirt off, takes his shoes off, then stands there for a second with just his boxers and jeans on, the latter casually loitering on his lean hips. My first instinct is to rip down his jeans and attack his thick pole with My mouth, but I know Raheem's style. He already told Me what he wanted to do, and that's what it would be. Beside me, I hear jeff lick his lips and swallow dryly. On the outside he is obedient, but I know that on the inside he is working on remaining so.
Raheem walks over and gets on his hands and knees in front of Me. Grabbing My knees, he pulls my ass down to the edge of the sofa and begins to give Me a slow, firm long lashing. Putting his mouth around my clit, he French kisses my clit as My warm juices being to run over. I try to pace Myself, knowing that if I explode now, I'll be ruining it for Myself for a strong climax at the end. And I'm not willing to sacrifice that.
My legs spread above Me, I put the back of one knee on jeff's shoulder. his hands begin to rub Me, starting at My thighs, then running up the length of my legs to My hips. Holding his hands there, he can feel the subtle gyrations as I lightly grind back onto Raheem's tongue. Raheem puts his massive hands underneath my ass and lift Me up, making My legs open even wider. He moves his head to the side and makes My brown starfish accessible.
"Lick Her ass", he instructs jeff. He doesn't need an engraved invitation. Diving down low, jeff begins to alternately flutter, then push his tongue onto My asshole. As nerves fire off all throughout My body (why the heck do you suppose I feel this all the way in My nipples?) I moan and shudder as my slave licks Me and My lover plays with my clit with his knowing fingers at the same time.
"Very good, my little dicked slave, very good." As I push back onto their mouth and hand, I again feel the tide rising in Me.
"Raheem, I want to suck your dick. Leave him to that. Watch this jeff. I've taught you how to eat My pussy, but today you take a lesson on how to please a cock."
Getting up, he takes off what remained of his clothes and climbed up onto the couch near My head, while jeff takes his place, hands under My ass like the good little ass licker he is, continues to do just that. I reach out My tongue and lick the tip of his sweet stick. Licking all the way around it, I engulf the head into My mouth. Again, Raheem groans that groan that I love so much, deep and gutteral; I can tell when something feels good. Taking more and more of him into My mouth, I go to work on his dick in a very inspired fashion. Slow and deep, faster and deeper, pulling out until I'm sucking on the head like you would a squirt bottle, I manipulated is cock in every way imaginable. All the while, jeff seems inspired himself. He is looking at me, content yet envious like a man whose brother bought a bigger house across the street from his mansion.
"You see, this is what a real cock looks like. Look at it, I tease as I suck between sentences, stroking it with my hand while I speak. "You only wish that your dick looked like this. Instead, you're left with that disdainful thing between your legs. This tastes good." I delve back into the cock I'm steering. Obviously I'm steering true north because Raheem's dick is harder than Chinese arithmetic. I run My tongue down the very healthy veins invading what would have otherwise been a smooth shaft of steel. I look at it as Braille, and use My mouth and hands to tell Me what it wants to. The Cock Whisperer. Awesome.
The dark chocolate man that I am currently sucking off is definitely trying to tell me something. Taking his cock out of My mouth, he lifts it up with one hand and pulls My head towards his balls. Damn he smells so good. As I circle My tongue around his hairless, full sack, he moans and groans in pleasure. jeff sees how wet sucking Raheem's cock, and knows how I hate coming early, so though my slave occasionally runs his tongue up to my pussy, he mostly remains on my tight, soft asshole.
Soon, Raheem can't take anymore. He runs his hands up the back of my neck and part my hair into two halves. Using my hair to shift My head, he begins to fuck My face. In and out, deliberately he does this for at least a full two minutes, and I can taste his precum flowing from the head of his pole. If only jeff could taste this directly from Rah's dick, but I know Rah's not having that. My slave has know need to worry though, he knows that his Mistress has something in store for him...
Pt.3
- Solemate62
- 04-05-2014, 07:18 PM
Your prose is very erotic and very descriptive! Great job and thanks!!
- latnlvr
- 04-06-2014, 06:03 PM
Very sexy and enjoyable narrative. Oh how I wish I can be there
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-07-2014, 02:42 AM
If you guys like it, please hit the "like" button on the different installments. I have so much original erotica that I'd like to share. Let me know if I should continue.
xoxo Daph
xoxo Daph
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 04-11-2014, 04:53 PM
The fourth and final installment tonight.:-)
- Hot to Trot Daphne
- 06-26-2014, 10:27 PM
I forgot about my story... I guess I gotta finish it huh?