From: Rebecca
About: Seducing Laura
Loved it. Wish it were me.
**
From: mcerotic
Naughty girl (if you are married). Tell me a bit about yourself.
Paul
**
From: Rebecca
Just a boring girl, 22, got married last year. Nothing exciting in my life.
**
From: mcerotic
Why do you say there is nothing exciting in your life. If you only got married last year isn’t that exciting? I guess not if you wished you were Laura in my story. How is your sex life?
**
From: Rebecca
Yeah my sex life is not that exciting. My husband doesn’t care for it often and it doesn’t do it for me. Sorry to vent. Do you want to chat on aim?
**
“Hi.” Paul’s first message came up on her screen.
“Hi.”
“So why is your sex life so bad? You guys should be fucking like rabbits at your age.”
“Well, husband just isn’t that keen on it.”
“Were you a virgin when you married?”
“Yes. I’ve only had sex with my husband. But it isn’t great. It’s not like I think it’s meant to be.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“(blush) I don’t think you realize what a sheltered upbringing I had.”
“Is your religion like Amish?”
“Something like that. Very strict. But at least we get to use electricity and computers unlike the Amish.”
“You didn’t masturbate as a teenager?”
“No. Not until a couple of years ago. More recently I’ve done it more.”
“You didn’t because of religion, or you didn’t think of it, or you didn’t know how?”
“I guess a bit of everything.”
“What do you fantasize about when you masturbate? Or is that too embarrassing to tell me?”
“Too embarrassing. It sucks being brought up in a strict religion.”
“Why?”
“Very protected. Not allowed to date. Not allowed to wear what I want.”
“What do you have to wear?”
“Skirts. Never pants. I’ve never worn pants in my life. They have to cover my knees. And tops that cover my arms. Nothing too tight or revealing.”
“Are you cute?”
“I think I am.”
“Well, girls usually have a pretty good idea.”
“I didn’t have much to do with men growing up. Especially not boys my own age.”
“Was it an arranged marriage?”
“Not really. I knew him before. I even went on a couple of dates with him.”
“Didn’t you fuck before you were married?”
“No. I didn’t even kiss him before.”
“Wow. How was your wedding night?”
“Scary. Going from not being kissed to full sex.”
“Did you know what to do?”
“Lol. Well, I knew the penis went in the vagina. That’s about it.”
“Have you tried oral sex?”
“I tried a couple of times. But not to completion. He’s not that interested. And he won’t…you know.”
“Lick your pussy.”
“Yes. You have no idea how weird this conversation is for me. I can feel myself blushing. These are things that I’ve never talked about.”
“Not even with your husband.”
“Gosh, no.”
“So were you serious when you said you wished it was you in the story?”
“I don’t really know. I’d like to have some good sex. Exciting. Arousing.”
“Get on a plane and come here.”
“Haha. It’s tempting.”
“Do you have orgasms?”
“Yes.”
“When you masturbate or when you have sex?”
“Both, but they are not big orgasms.”
“You have mail. I sent you a picture of me.”
“You definitely have a cute face.”
“I’ve got a little secret.”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
“We have a guest staying. A friend of my husband. He’s 19. He’s really cute. I totally want to kiss him.”
“Just kiss him. Maybe we are getting back to what you fantasize about when you masturbate. Lol”
“(blushing)”
“OK. I won’t ask for details.”
“This is so wrong. But I want to flirt with him. But I haven’t a clue how to. He’s in his room.”
“Knock on his door. Tell him you are having a beer and ask if he’d like one too.”
“What should I wear? I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Just what you are wearing. You don’t need to change.”
“What else?”
“Just touch him a couple of times during the conversation. Just on his arm. Nothing extreme.”
“For a married woman of my religion you have no idea how extreme just that is. Touching another man. It’s making me warm thinking about it.”
“Warm. What a lovely euphemism. I wonder what you mean?”
“You know perfectly well what I mean. What should I talk about?”
“Just general stuff. Nothing sexual. You are really just getting it to seem normal that you might have a drink and a conversation with him so that you can do it regularly.”
“OK. I’m going to go and do it.”
**
“I did it,” Rebecca told Paul the next day.
“How did it feel?”
“It made me very warm. He totally noticed when I just touched his arm. What next? I want to go further.”
“Is he a virgin?”
“I’m sure he is.”
“I expect you are going to have to take the lead if anything is going to happen. If you are close enough, instead of just touching his arm, touch his leg. Ask him if he’s ever had a girlfriend.”
“How do I do that?”
“Talk about some movie or TV show where there is a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship. And then having talked about the girlfriend on the show just casually ask him if he’s ever had one.”
“What should I wear? I want to go further.”
“I depends how brave you are. You could wear a sweatshirt with no bra. As if you just threw on something comfortable.”
“Then what should I say?”
“You could ask him if he’s ever kissed a girl. And kind of have a conversation about kissing. If the moment feels right just kiss him. Or ask him if he’s ever wondered what it would feel like.”
“OK. I’ll try and see how far I get.”
“Good luck. It feels odd teaching a woman how to flirt.”
“Haha. Well, thank goodness you are doing.”
**
“How far did you get?” Paul asked.
“I wore a sweater and no bra. I sat on his desk and he was on his bed. My skirt rode up a bit so he could totally see above my knees. I asked him if he’d ever had a girlfriend. He said no. Then I said ‘I’m surprised, cute guy like you.’”
“Good answer. You were flirting. Did he notice you had no bra on?”
“I’m pretty sure. He was looking at me a lot.”
“I bet you were…warm.”
“I was very warm. It felt daring.”
“You didn’t get as far as kissing him though.”
“No. I didn’t have the nerve. But something else happened this evening.”
“Yes?”
“I was at the grocery doing some food shopping when I ran into a friend of my father’s. He’s called Nate. We talked briefly and he suggested we go and get a coffee together. To my surprise I agreed. I’m not meant to, he’s not my husband. I’d never have done that before I started chatting to you.”
“So you went for coffee?”
“Yes. He asked me about work and I told him I had a shitty low-paid job helping out a family member. He said he needed an assistant, he’s been without for a couple of months. And he’d pay me more.”
“What’s he do?”
“He’s in real estate investments. He’s in his 50s I guess. Divorced. Anyway, I told him I’d think about it.”
“Are you going to do it?”
“I don’t know. When I got home he’d sent me an email about the job. But he also said in the email ‘you look great, like Megan Fox with a tan’.”
“That’s not really professional. He fancies you.”
“What’s he going to do?”
“I don’t know. He may flirt with you. He may try something more. He wants to get into your pants. Well, your skirt in your case since you don’t wear pants.”
“Should I take the job? I could do with the extra money.”
“It’s up to you. It might be an adventure. You said your life was boring.”
“What should I wear?”
“I’m your clothing consultant these days, I guess. Ask him what the dress code is. It depends a bit on how formal the office is.”
“OK. I sent him an email.”
“Are you going to flirt with your guest again tonight?”
“Maybe. His light is still on.”
“Go and have a shower and put on a robe.”
“I’ve got two. A long one and a short one.”
“A short one sounds like too much. Wear the long one. But no bra again. And if you want to be really daring…”
“Yes?”
“Don’t wear panties. He won’t be able to see the difference but you’ll feel totally aware of it.”
“It’s making me warm just thinking about it. Oh Nate replied already. He says I can wear what I like, he’s not going to fire me for wearing a too-short skirt.”
“He’s flirting. He definitely fancies you. You probably don’t even have a too-short skirt.”
“No. But I could buy one tomorrow. Do you think I should?”
“Would you dare to wear it?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never worn anything like that before. It’s not allowed.”
“Do you want to?”
“Totally. Just the thought of it is…you know. I just don’t know if I have the nerve.”
“Are you going to take the job?”
“Should I?”
“If you don’t like it you can just leave after a day or two. So I’d go for it.”
“OK. I emailed him.”
“You are fast once you make your mind up.”
**
That afternoon Rebecca chatted to Paul from her desk at work late in the day. “He came over to look at a document and he put his hand on my back. I couldn’t move. I mean he’s not my weird religion but he knows I am. He knows it’s not allowed.”
“Even so. It’s not that extreme.”
“Then, later, I was showing him some work at his desk and he put his hand on my leg. I’m wearing tights but even so…”
“What did you do?”
“I froze. But I wasn’t cold.”
“Interesting mixed metaphor. I bet you were very aroused.”
“Totally.”
“Like a tropical rain forest. Warm and wet.”
“Haha. What is he going to do?”
“If you don’t stop him I guess he’ll touch you more, and for longer.”
“Where will it end?”
“Where do you want it to end?”
“I don’t know.”
“You can stop it at any time you know. Just step away.”
“I don’t want to stop it.”
“I expect he’ll work his way higher up your leg.”
“How much higher?”
“Well, I expect he’ll go slowly. But if you never stop him he’ll keep going. Eventually he’ll reach your panties.”
“Really? Then he’d be touching…touching my…intimately.”
“And if you don’t stop him then…”
“Yes?”
“His fingers will be inside your panties. Among those feminine folds. In your wetness.”
“Now I’m warm. He’s looking at me right now. He looks at me a lot.”
“You are hot, I’m sure I’d be looking at you too.”
“Does he want to have sex with me?”
“I’m sure he does. But not today.”
“What should I wear tomorrow?”
“The miniskirt if you go and buy one this evening.”
“Should I wear tights?”
“Would you dare wear it without?”
“Hmm. I don’t know.”
“Go for it if you dare.”
“OK. I’ve got to go. He’s coming over.”
**
“What are you wearing?” Paul asked when Rebecca connected from work next day.
“Miniskirt.”
“What’s happened?”
“He touched me again. On my leg.”
“Did you wear tights?”
“No.”
“So he’s touching your skin. I bet you were warm.”
“I was. And he left his hand there sort of stroking my leg.”
“How high?”
“Well, it’s a pretty short skirt. I’m not sure exactly how high. But his hand was up under my skirt. I was standing there hardly able to move. Totally warm. I was almost trembling with arousal. I don’t think you realize how much of a state I’m in by the end of the day.”
“I have a reasonable idea.”
“I’ve never been so aroused. On fire.”
“Have you had to go to the restroom and masturbate?”
“(blushing)”
“Haha. I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
“How can I flirt with him? Dressed like this I want to go further.”
“I think you just need to go and stand near him and let him take the initiative.”
“Can’t I do more?”
“You could sit on his desk.”
“My skirt would really ride up. It’s really short. I don’t know if I can do that. What about something I could say?”
“You could ask him if he likes your new skirt.”
“Hmm.”
“But that risks starting a conversation that could get out of control really fast. Right now you are both playing a game. He is touching you, which he shouldn’t, and you are letting him, which you shouldn’t. But you are both sort of pretending that it isn’t happening.”
“So no asking about the skirt.”
“Here’s what I suggest. As you are leaving, look over your shoulder and say ‘It’s been a fun week’ and leave before he can reply. So you don’t have to have a conversation.”
“OK. I’ll try and do that. I need to leave soon anyway.”
**
“Did you say it?” he asked when we next chatted.
“Yes. And he sent me an email.”
“What did it say?”
“It said ‘I’m glad you are having fun at work. I think it can get much more fun, don’t you?’”
“He’s pretty forward.”
“What should I reply?”
“I’d try and tone it down a little. Say something amusing.”
“Like what?”
“How about ‘what did you have in mind? You are not even allowed to see my knees’?”
“Really?”
“Yes, it’s amusing, it acknowledges that you are wearing unacceptably short skirts for him. But it isn’t too explicit.”
“OK. I’ll do it…sent.”
“So what should I wear on Monday?”
“How about going back to a longer skirt but wear a revealing top? Do you have any revealing tops?”
“Yes. Several that I normally wear something underneath so that they aren’t revealing. I could wear them without anything under. Well, just a bra. Plus I bought two new tops a couple of days ago. Oh, Nate’s replied already.”
“What did he say?”
“He said ‘Your knees? Your smoking hot body was on display.’ Nobody has ever said I’ve got a smoking hot body before. Do I need to reply?”
“Not if you don’t want to. Or you could carry on and say something like ‘You must be mixing me up with someone else, I’m not allowed to wear short skirts.’”
“OK, I’ll do it…sent.”
“Are you OK?”
“Yes. A little scared. Where is it going to end?”
“Where do you want it to end?”
“You know I have no idea. I’ve never done anything like this. But I’ve never had so much fun. I’ve never done anything I shouldn’t before. Oh, he’s replied already. ‘must be someone else with the sexy legs who is getting me so turned on I can’t stand up.’”
“Well that’s pretty explicit.”
“Should I reply?”
“I’d leave it. Unless you are brave enough to say you were turned on too.”
“Hmm. I don’t think I should do that.”
“I think your legs are in for a long stroke tomorrow. Maybe he’ll stroke your ass. Maybe he’ll touch your panties.”
“Oh I’m getting so warm again. Gotta go. Bye.”
**
“I’m shaking,” Rebecca typed.
“Why?”
“It happened.”
“He touched your panties.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me more.”
“I was standing next to him showing him some work. His hand went to my leg. My gosh, I’m still shaking. I was in a fog, totally turned on. He was stroking my leg and then his hand touched my panties. I kind of gasped and dropped the papers on his desk. He touched me more. I guess my panties weren’t completely dry.”
“I’m sure they weren’t. lol”
“He started rubbing me. I think I might have moaned at that point. I was frozen. I kind of leaned over so my hands were on his desk to support myself. After a minute I had a small orgasm.”
“What happened then?”
“His hand went in my panties. He was touching my skin.”
“Your pussy lips?”
“Yes. I was moaning. He put his finger in me. And he used his fingers on me. He was rubbing me and fingering me. I was dripping. I had a big orgasm from him fingering me. I don’t think I was that quiet. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.”
“Now it’s my turn to be warm. Lol”
“It took me a minute to come back down after that.”
“What happened then?”
“He pulled me up so my back was to him. He wiped his finger on my cheek. He grabbed my breast with one hand and started to tell me how hot and sexy I am. He turned me around and kissed me on the lips. He told me he always knew I had a slutty side waiting to come out. He lifted my chin up so I had to look at him. He said ‘I love seeing your slutty side Rebecca’.”
“Wow.”
“He said ‘Rebecca I want you to show me your slutty side. I want you to do what a slut loves to do.’ I knew what he meant and I wanted to do it.”
“And you did?”
“I kissed him then. His hands pushed my shoulders down. I opened his pants and pulled them down. I was on my knees. At first I started to kiss and lick his cock. Then I took it into my mouth.”
“Did he cum?”
“Yes, he did cum. In my mouth and on my face.”
“I bet that was a thrill.”
“It was. Are you surprised by what he did?”
“Not really. I told you he’d get into your panties if you did nothing to stop him.”
“I felt like I was a different person.”
“What is work tomorrow going to be like?”
“I don’t know. He sent me an email.”
“What does it say?”
“‘Damn you are hot’. Should I reply?”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to. What should I say?”
“How about ‘what do you want me to wear tomorrow?’”
“OK. Done.”
“You are fast.”
“Yup. The blowjob was pretty intense. He was so hard in my mouth. And his hand was on my head part of the time. I felt pretty slutty. What do you think he will do tomorrow?”
“I don’t know. Did you guys talk afterwards?”
“Afterwards I went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I got back I went to my desk quietly. There was tension in the office.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Then I got up and left a few minutes later. It was the end of the day.”
“Are you OK? Not too scared? Not too guilty?”
“I’m a little scared. A little guilty. But it was amazing.”
“I can tell you loved it.”
“I did. Oh, he’s replied. ‘I don’t want to see those lovely legs covered up. And you could lose the bra.’ What do you think of it?”
“Flirty. A little bit dominating.”
“What should I do tomorrow?”
“Wear whatever you like, I don’t think it makes much difference. I’d let him continue to take the lead and you can decide whether or not to follow. Are you going to go without a bra tomorrow?”
“I don’t know if I could. I have to go now, husband around.”
**
“What’s today’s story?” Paul asked.
“More of the same. At first he said nothing about yesterday. There was real tension in the office. I just felt nervous. He was a little touchy though.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“He had a lunch meeting and before he left he called me over to go over some work. That’s when it started. I was standing by his desk and he put his hand on my ass. He pulled me in and kissed me. He sat me on his lap and we kissed. He was touching my breast. We kissed for a while. It was hot.”
“Did he undo your bra?”
“No. Then he started to tell me how hot I am. He told me that he has to go to a lunch meeting but he wants me to suck him off first. He said ‘suck my cock you little slut’.”
“So you did?”
“Yes, I did. I was kneeling on the floor again. He was holding my head or my hair while I sucked him. I enjoyed sucking him. It was pretty intimate while he was in my mouth and we were making eye contact. His cum went all over my face and in my mouth.”
“What then?”
“He said that he’s going to have a lot of fun with a slut like me in the office. That the fun is only beginning.”
“Was it as exciting as you thought sex should be?”
“Well, I guess so. I’ve certainly never been so aroused. But it isn’t complete sex.”
“It probably can be if you want.”
“I don’t know if I want.”
“I know.”
“It’s so wrong. But wonderful. Bye.”
**
“Did you have more office fun this afternoon?” Paul asked.
“Yes we did.”
“Tell me more.”
“I was showing him some work when he started kissing me. Then he pulled my panties down and started touching me. I was leaning over his desk again, basically holding onto his desk.”
“That’s an arousing image.”
“Then he licked me down there. Licked my pussy.”
“I bet that felt good. You’ve never been licked before.”
“It felt better than good. Then he put his finger in me and rubbed me until I had an orgasm.”
“I bet you were moaning.”
“Totally. I wasn’t as quiet as I normally am. After I had the orgasm I was just lying on his desk. I almost passed out, almost fell asleep for a moment. But I woke up when I felt him push into me from behind.”
“Were you OK with that?”
“I didn’t really have any time to react. I hadn’t even realized he’d pulled his pants down. He just pushed into me. He was really hard.”
“Was he bigger than your husband?”
“Oh yes. Not a lot but noticeably bigger. He held my hips as he was going in and out of me.”
“How did it feel?”
“Intense. Hard. It hurt a little at first. But it felt good. I had another orgasm while he was in me. Then he finished deep in me.”
“Just another boring day at the office. Lol”
“Lol.”
“What happened then?”
“He pulled out of me and told me I’m a good little slut. Then he pulled me up, one of his hands was on my head, holding my hair. He told me to lick him clean.”
“He does like to dominate you.”
“I knelt down and licked his cock, licked off his cum and my juices. What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?”
“I’m not sure. I think he might want to get you naked in the office. He’s not seen your naked body yet. Maybe he’ll sit on that sofa and get you to go on top, get you to fuck him actively while he plays with your breasts or rubs your clit.”
“He told me he doesn’t want me to wear a bra tomorrow.”
**
“It’s been wild,” Rebecca told Paul that evening.
“You know I want to hear all the details.”
“I’ve been a bad girl. Where do I start?”
“When you got to the office.”
“Well, I wore a short skirt and blouse. He was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper when I arrived. He told me I need to be punished for wearing a bra. I thought he was kind of joking at first. He told me to take off my clothes.”
“I predicted he’d want to get you naked, didn’t I?”
“You did. So I was standing next to the couch with just my shoes on.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“He got up and stood behind me and told me to put my hands on my knees. And he spanked me.”
“Hard? Or just playfully?”
“Hard. It hurt a little. I fell onto the couch I was so surprised. I ended up bent over the side of the couch and he kept on spanking me.”
“I bet your ass was pink.”
“More like bright red. He must have spanked me 20 times or so. Until I was crying.”
“Wow.”
“Then he sat down on the couch and had me sit on his lap. Then he kissed me. He kissed me all over my face and licked up my tears. He took down his pants. I straddled him and took him into me.”
“That was my other prediction, that he’d make you go on top.”
“Did it feel good?”
“It felt amazing. The eye contact and the kissing during the sex were intense. I had a huge orgasm.”
“What happened next?”
“He made me lick him clean. Some of his cum had leaked out of me onto him. I’ve never had eye contact with someone during sex before.”
“Why not?”
“Lights are off or my eyes are closed.”
“Sex is more fun with the lights on.”
“Lol. I felt a little self-conscious. I’m not used to being naked. But it was the best sex of my life.”
“Did he let you put your clothes on afterwards?”
“He kept my bra. But I got dressed and went back to work.”
“Did anything more happen that day?”
“At the end of the day he said that if I want my bra back before I go home I need to suck his cock. And he made me ask. I had to say ‘I want to suck your cock’.”
“Did it feel really dirty saying that?”
“Definitely not how I was brought up.”
“Haha. But that just makes it even dirtier when he makes you say it.”
“So you sucked his cock and got your bra back.”
“Yup.”
“I’m jealous lol. I want a 22 year old assistant to suck my cock.”
“Lol. Got to go.”
**
“So what do you think happened today?”
“You had sex. Just a shot in the dark.”
“Haha. Yes.”
“He made you ask for it, like he made you ask to suck his cock.”
“How do you know?”
“Reasonable guess.”
“You’re smart. He ordered me to take my panties off.”
“Hardly worth putting them on these days.”
“Giggle. Then he made me pull up my skirt, bend over his desk and ask him for sex. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ he made me say. ‘I want your cock in my pussy.’ It felt really bad saying that. He was a little rough with me during sex too.”
“How do you mean?”
“I was bent over his desk and he was behind me. He is strong and held my hips while he pushed into me. He also held my ponytail part of the time. At one point he pulled me kind of back and to the side, while he was in me, so we could kiss. That was nice.”
“Let me guess. He came inside you and then made you lick his cock clean.”
“Haha. Exactly. While I was sucking him, he was stroking my hair and he told me that he knew he would have his cock in my mouth when he saw me in the grocery store. He said he knew there was something slutty about me and he was going to bring it out.”
“Wow. You hadn’t even gone for coffee at that point.”
“He actually said that I have a look that says ‘fuck me I’m a cumslut’.”
“He must have loved it when you showed up in a short skirt instead of being properly covered.”
“Nobody has ever talked to me like this before. Do I really give off that look?”
“I don’t know. I’ve only seen one photo of your face. I don’t really know how you look.”
“He told me that I’ll get spanked again if I wear a bra tomorrow.”
“You’d better be bra-less.”
“I don’t want to be spanked. But I’m nervous to go bra-less.”
“Why?”
“It’s kind of revealing. It will show with most blouses.”
“But only he is going to see.”
“Unless he has a client come in which happens occasionally.”
“Does he play with your breasts when you are braless?”
“Yes. What do you think I should do?”
“I’d go bra-less. If you wear a bra, he’ll make you get naked, spank you and keep your bra anyway.”
“What type of top?”
“Whatever makes you comfortable. Two thick sweaters haha.”
“I think he might spank me if I wear a sweater. Are you surprised he spanked me and made me cry?”
“Yes. That’s pretty rough.”
“It wasn’t fake tears.”
“Wear the sweater dress you told me about. That’s thicker than a blouse.”
“OK. I wonder what else he has planned.”
“Anal sex?”
“Oh gosh. No way. I’m not doing that. OK, I’m going. Chat tomorrow.”
**
“Hi,” Rebecca typed.
“Hi. How’s your morning been? Did you have your breakfast of cum?”
“Not yet. But he ate something.”
“Sounds fun.”
“It was.”
“Very intimate isn’t it?”
“Oh yes. I came twice. At one point in the middle he stopped and told me to touch myself. He wanted to watch me make myself cum.”
“Did you do it or were you too self-conscious?”
“I didn’t want to do it but he made me. I was very self-conscious.”
“Were you naked?”
“Yes.”
“Are you getting used to that now?”
“Yes. Mostly.”
“Are you bra-less again?”
“Yes. Although I did wear a bra this morning.”
“He kept it again?”
“He spanked me again.”
“For wearing a bra?”
“I’m not sure. He said every slut needs to be spanked sometimes.”
“Was it as painful as last time?”
“Probably a little more painful. I was crying again. Then we kissed. I do like it when we kiss after I stop crying. He wanted me to know that I’m his slut and I belong to him.”
“He does like you to be submissive.”
“He said something about anal sex.”
“He’s going to want you to try it.”
“I think so. He said as he spanked me that my ass belongs to him and he’s going to really make it his soon.”
“Are you scared?”
“Petrified.”
“If you go slowly and use lots of lube it is fun. I’ve done it a few times. Although, of course I wasn’t the one being penetrated. Lol”
“lol. And he said something about me needing a golden shower. Do you know what that is?”
“That’s when you pee on someone.”
“Really? I don’t think I’d be into that.”
“He also told me that his friend Frank will be coming to lunch next Monday. I’m a bit scared. What do you think he expects. I’ve always been a good girl.”
“You’ve certainly been very obedient recently. haha”
“Recently I’ve been bad. But I don’t know what he expects of me.”
“He’ll tell you I’m sure. What was it he said today, you are is slut and belong to him?”
“So that’s it? I’m his slut? He owns me?”
“No. You are your own person. But right now you love doing everything he asks, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“So if he asked you to suck his friend’s cock, you’d feel a really strong urge to obey his order.”
“That would be really slutty.”
“For sure. And even you don’t know how turned on or off you’d be if you did it.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Just wait and see what happens for now. But to be honest I think you love it when he pushes you to do things you don’t want to. To strip naked. To masturbate for him. Even anal sex, which terrifies you, you aren’t seriously thinking of stopping him.”
“I think you are crazy. But I’m also a little wet now.”
“You have to decide at some point what you are and are not prepared to do.”
“Wouldn’t this be going too far? Sucking his friend’s cock?”
“That’s your decision. Is going to dinner without a bra ok? Is being naked in the office with the friend ok? Is sucking Nate while the friend watches ok? Is sucking the friend? Is fucking Nate while the friend caresses your body? It’s not easy to decide what is too far.”
“Have I already gone too far?”
“You weren’t sure you wanted to have sex with Nate but when it happened you pretty much said ‘cool’. So I don’t think so.”
“He also said he should be at his house Sunday for some work. I’m nervous about it.”
“What did you say about Sunday? I’m not sure that is a good idea just because it is suspicious. It’s the most likely thing to get you caught. I assume despite it being boring and fucking Nate every day that you actually want to stay married to your husband.”
“Of course.”
“You have the best of both worlds at the moment. Dutiful wife at home sticking to the rules, sex-goddess at work breaking them all.”
“I feel sexy.”
“Good. That’s something new for you.”
“So what’s next?”
“My guess is that on Sunday he’ll take you to bed and not be rough with you. It’ll be more comfortable than the couch in the office.”
“I hope so.”
“But who knows? Maybe he’ll tie you to the bed. Chat later.”
**
“Did you go to work at his house?”
“I just got home.”
“Tell me all.”
“Where to start?”
“Start with what you wore.”
“I ended up wearing a knee length skirt and blouse. I left while husband was at home. When I got to Nate’s we had some wine and kissed for a while. Then he said he has a surprise for me. We went to the bedroom and he told me to strip. After that he took out handcuffs. I wasn’t excited about that and I asked if we don’t use the handcuffs. I said I’d be happy to please him.”
“Was he ok with that?”
“He laughed and said I would please him anyway. He was a little rough then. He told me I’m a slut and will be treated like that and then he cuffed my hands to the post behind my head.”
“You were lying on the bed?”
“Yes. He started touching me all over. It was getting me excited but I was still scared. Then he pulled a vibrator out of the drawer. He said he bought it specially for me.”
“Have you ever used one before?”
“No.”
“Did he use it on you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Pretty intense huh?”
“Totally. First he had me lick it. It was big, bigger than anything I’ve had in me before. It was really intense. He didn’t use it non-stop.”
“What did he do in between?”
“He sat on my face. He made me lick his balls.”
“I bet he made you lick his asshole.”
“He did.”
“What then?”
“He trimmed my pubes. He cut it really close using a trimmer. I begged him not to. Then he licked me, and switched with using the vibrator on me. He kept stopping when I was close to orgasm. But I did have some really loud orgasms.”
“I’ll bet.”
“Then he did the only painful thing he did today. He got a candle.”
“And dripped hot wax on you?”
“Yes. All over my body. It hurt and I was crying. Even when I was crying he didn’t stop. He put the vibrator in me again and kissed me while I was burning. He kissed away my tears. I was happy he stopped with the wax and I thought it was sweet when he kissed me and kissed my tears.”
“That must have been a mixture of feelings.”
“Yes. Then he uncuffed me and we went to the shower. After the wax came off and I was clean we were kissing in the shower. He was pretty hard at that point. He shut off the water and I got down on my knees to suck him.”
“He came pretty quickly I’d guess.”
“Very. He was close. He didn’t let me stand up right away?”
“Why?”
“Guess.”
“Oh I know, he peed on you.”
“Yes. Wasn’t that weird?”
“Well since he’d mentioned golden showers I suppose it’s not a complete surprise.”
“I felt a little cheap when he peed on me. So then I had another shower and came home. I’m going to go and have a bath now, I’m a bit sore from the vibrator.”
**
“How’s your day?” he typed.
“I was working from his house again. It was intense.”
“Tell me the whole story.”
“Well I’m not sure there is really a story to tell. He was nice sometimes and sometimes he was hurting me. He used the vibrator on me a lot.”
“That’s not hurting at least.”
“He did me anally this afternoon.”
“How was it?”
“It hurt. It’s very intense. I was crying.”
“Did he use lube?”
“He did use some lube and went slowly at first but it still hurt. He slapped my butt too while he was in me.”
“Did it get more enjoyable once your body was used to his cock in there?”
“Not much.”
“So you give anal sex thumbs down all round?”
“Well for the first time.”
“Were you handcuffed to the bed?”
“Yes. I told him I didn’t want to try it. When I cried it didn’t stop him. I was really upset with Mark that he forced me to do anal. He basically forced me onto my stomach and handcuffed me.”
“What next?”
“After the anal we took a shower together and ended up back in bed. We kissed for a long time. Oh yes, I almost forgot. He was getting a delivery earlier during the day. He made me sign for it dressed in just a shirt and panties.”
“How did you feel? I guess a mixture of terrified and not cold.”
“Basically, lol.”
“What did the delivery guy do?”
“He did look me up and down. He half tried to pretend to not notice.”
“I bet you were ready for sex after that.”
“He also made me promise to meet his client Frank for lunch tomorrow. He made me promise I would be a good little slut.”
“Are you OK with that?”
“I don’t know if I can do it. It seems too slutty. Almost like a prostitute. Husband. Gotta go. Talk tomorrow.”
**
“Yesterday was a little crazy,” Rebecca typed.
“Tell me.”
“I had lunch with Frank, Nate’s client/friend from out of town. I didn’t get home until 8pm.”
“That was a long lunch!”
“Nate drove me downtown and we met Frank in the bar of his hotel.”
“How did you dress?”
“Dress and blouse. Nothing too revealing. But Nate made me take off my tights before we went.”
“So what happened?”
“We had some drinks. Nate and Frank were chatting. After maybe an hour Nate said he has to go and that I should stay and keep Frank company for lunch. I was already a bit drunk. I’m not much of a drinker.”
“So you had lunch with Frank?”
“Yes. I’m not a big eater but with the drinks I’d should have had something more but I only had a salad. During lunch we sat in a booth and Frank was a little touchy. I had a couple more drinks during lunch.”
“So you were fairly drunk?”
“Very much. After lunch I was like I should get a cab home but somehow he convinced me to have one more drink.”
“What happened after that?”
“It’s a bit of a blur. I don’t remember everything. I ended up going upstairs with him.”
“And what did you do there?”
“Use your imagination. Not that I remember it all.”
“I can guess.”
“When we got into his room he started kissing me, and running his hands over me. He undressed me. Then we got onto the bed and had sex. Or, as Nate would say, Frank fucked me.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Definitely. Although exactly what we did is a bit hazy.”
“You were there for a long time.”
“I know. I fell asleep for a bit at one point in the afternoon. I remember one especially enjoyable bit when I was riding him, he was lying on his back on the bed, and I was straddling him and thrusting my hips back and forth hard.”
“Would you have had sex with him if you hadn’t been drunk do you think?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t planning on it. Thought I would feel too much like a prostitute.”
“Oh well, the best laid plans of mice and men… Did you feel like one?”
“Yes, a bit.”
“He wanted a blowjob before I left.”
“Did you give him one?”
“Yes. You know me. I love to be kneeling with a hard cock in my mouth.”
“Are you ok with what happened?”
“I feel a bit bad. I mean I don’t mind having sex, I love the sex and I don’t mind being a little slutty but this might have been too much.”
“It’s pretty out there.”
“When I got home I told my husband I have a headache and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even brush my teeth. I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and I could still taste his cum in my mouth.”
“Are you working today?”
“No, thank goodness. Did I tell you Nate is going away? Maybe for a few weeks. I suppose it might be a good thing. I still feel a little trashy for what happened. But I’m scared of something else.”
“What?”
“I’ve changed. A new world has opened up. You’ve totally changed my life.”
“Of course.”
“I’m not going to be happy with my old boring life any more.”
“For sure. Your next man should be one you choose.”
“You are already planning the next one? You are crazy.”