Female Dominant, Male Submissive with a guest

“I think I want dick tonight,” she said, closing her trashy romance novel.

“Well, I could certainly help you there,” he said, reaching in for a kiss.

“But I know that dick,” she responded, reaching up his shorts and tickling his balls. “Sometimes a huntress has to hunt.” Seeing the disappointed look on his face, along with the bulge growing in his shorts, she added “But I’m certain the adventure will be far to your liking. I’m going to get in the shower – go pick out something sexy for me to wear.”

And with that, she disrobed, showing off her curves to him, and left for the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she appeared, nude, to find that he gathered a miniskirt which was barely more than a WWE championship belt and a button-down silk blouse.

“What about underwear?” she asked.

“I figured the lack of underwear might aid in your mission,” he retorted.

“But heading to prison for indecent exposure just isn’t going to do. Go, pick me out a bra and panties.”

And so he did – a matching set of leopard-print underwear. “Well, dress me,” she ordered. And with that he stepped toward her, bent over, with her underwear in his hands. She stepped into things and pull them up. He picked up her bra and stood behind her, placing the garment over her breasts before fastening it in the back. He pulled her skirt on and then she held out her arm so he could get her shirt on, which he buttoned, stepped back, and left the two top buttons unbuttoned.

They hopped in the car together and he started driving to the local dive bar. She lazily traced a finger up and down his right thigh for the whole drive, sometimes tracing the outline of the bulge between his legs, causing him to breathe deeply and focus on his driving.

“I don’t expect this to take too long,” she said, adjusting her boobs. “Head home, undress. I’d like you to be naked and hard on the bed.” And with that, she stepped out of the car. He drove home, entered the bedroom, undressed. The events, thus far in the evening, made the “be hard” part of the instruction impossible to disobey.

It was just a few minutes before he heard a car pulling into the driveway. The urge to see who was walking in was great, but he resisted. She had instructed him to be nude and hard on the bed. And that, he was.

“See, I told you he’d be waiting,” she said as she entered the bedroom with her beau.

“This is new for me,” her beau responded.

“Just make yourself comfy,” she instructed the newcomer. “You,” she ordered her servant, “kneel at the side of the bed.” And with that, she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra, letting both fall to the floor.

He unbuttoned, pulled down, and stepped out of his jeans.

Quickly looking over her shoulder, she got on her knees and started to go down on her beau’s freshly emerged cock. “Fuck, that feels good,” her beau responded.

“Fuck, I think that’s what I want.” And with that, she stood, pulled down her skirt and panties in one fell swoop, and laid herself down on the bed. “Fuck me,” she said, pointing at her beau. She then stared at her servant.

Her beau knelt between her legs and entered her, fucking her in the missionary style. She stared at her servant, never breaking eye contact.

That is, she maintained eye contact until an orgasm approached, and with that, she closed her eyes and moaned, pulling her beau into an embrace as she wrapped her legs around him to better feel his closeness.

Her beau continued to pump into her as she recovered, and she, again, looked to her servant. She placed the index and middle fingers of her left hand into his mouth and started fucking his mouth with her fingers in time to hear beau’s thrusts.

When her beau started to growl and press hard into her, she pressed hard into her servant’s mouth, to which he started to bob his head back & forth, as if her fingers were a phallus.

“Mmmmmm, that was lovely,” she said, breaking eye contact with her servant and looking up at her beau. “But, my servant, it looks like our guest may have made a mess. Be a dear & clean this up for him?”

And with that her beau moved aside as her servant rose, knelt between her legs, and started lapping up cum from the depths of her sex. As he started to focus on her clitoris, she stopped him. “Our new friend is all messy, too,” she explained.

Her beau got a puzzled look on his face, but her servant focused his attention on his cock, taking the flaccid member into his mouth and doing his best to maintain eye contact with her as he bobbed his head up and down.

“Mmmmmmmm, good boy,” she urged.

She started to rub her clit watching the man-on-man action. Her beau started to grow hard, anew.

“Oh, my. I think I need another round. Slave? On the bed.” And with that, she stood, her servant laid himself down on the bed, head on the pillow.”

“Oh, not like that my dear,” she corrected. “Our friend is going to fuck me from behind as you work your magic tongue.”

So her servant flipped himself so that his head was at the foot of the bed. She straddled his face, and once he did, her servant attacked her clitoris like this was the one task he was made to do.

Her beau entered her from behind.

“Wow, that is a lot of pre-cum!” she exclaimed, looking at her servant’s cock, before grabbing the shaft by the base and flicking the head of his penis with her fingernail.

Each thrust her beau gave her brought about a new sting of pain. Yet, with each flick to the head of his penis, her servant grew harder. Another orgasm started to grow within her, and with it, she stopped the assault on his dickhead, instead grabbing his balls, grasping them hard with two fists.

She collapsed onto her her servant at the climax of her orgasm, biting into his scrotum to keep from yelling in pleasure. Her servant let out a scream. Her beau came.

As her beau pulled out, she positioned herself more vertically. Her servant started lapping the second load of cum. “Good boy,” she explained, shimmying her hips to ensure every drop fell out of her.

“Oh, this was fun,” she said, looking back at her beau.

“I don’t know if I have another round in me, lady,” he explained, barely making eye contact with her servant.

“Oh, I think we’re done here. But look for me at the bar – I’d love a repeat performance.” And with that, he started to dress.

“Well, thank you, this was un unexpectedly hot evening,” he stated.

“Ta ta,” she said in return, waving. And then her beau left the house.

“It looks like you might need your medicine tonight,” she said, grabbing his cock and starting to massage the shaft.

“You always know best,” he answered. And with that, she walked into the the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet, and returning with a medicine dosage cup.

“He has me spent, you’re gonna have to do the work to get the medicine out,” she explained, looking at his erection and handing him the small cup.

“Of course, Mistress,” he explained, and started stroking his cock in front of her.

“Tell me, what did you learn today?” she asked.

“Well, I learned that you can beat my cock while being fucked,” he answered, masturbating.

“Stop. Stop stop STOP! STOP!” she screamed.

“I need you to go downstairs and get a ruler. NOW!” she ordered.

And he ran from the room, to the home office, grabbed a wooden ruler, and ran back. “Here, Mistress,” he stated, handing her the implement.

“You said two lies in one statement — that is inexcusable. Tell me what those lies were,” she said. And with that, she started massaging his phallus, which had lost the absolute rigidity of his erection as he ran about.

“You are always capable of beating . . . your cock,” he said in answer, as her strokes started to gain steam and his erection came back in full force.

And she stopped, waited a second to enjoy watching his pulse throb through his penis, and smacked the head of his cock with two hard, quick blows from the ruler.

He doubled over.

“Medicine time. Go about what you were doing, and tell me what you learned today,” she said, a devilish smile on her face.

“I learned,” he said, stroking his cock, “that I really enjoyed the feeling of a cock growing hard inside my mouth.”

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” she responded, smiling. “It certainly looks like you’re close.”

And with that, he ejaculated, filling the medicine cup. Once he was done with his genital convulsions, she took the plastic cup. “Now, take your medicine,” she said, tipping it into his mouth. “I need cuddles.”