1. 45 From cheating housewife to who knows what? Pt1


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: alibodge, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    both sorry for the man and excited about the prospect of sharing something with him, I sat for some time still in a puddle of one lovers spend, thinking like a slut about that lump of a driver, now rattling his way rapidly across the countryside rushing to be here with me for whatever it is he hoped to achieve. I began to laugh, near to hysterics, I staggered away to the bathroom and a shower to fetch me back to reality. That afternoon passed in a whirl I had dressed in one of the more conservative basques, matching black knickers, flat shoes a dark skirt and a white blouse, I smiled as I smoothed the skirt down, thinking to myself I looked nothing outwardly sexual but a reserve if necessary in the form of the basque, A dab of perfume and a look in the mirror finished the preparations as I waited for his return, musing that I could do with losing a couple of inches from the waist still and idly daydreaming that perhaps Eddy would enjoy waist training me. The pictures went away in a safe spot, no sense in upsetting the apple cart with Jack. I shook my head as I thought about my poor husband who I hoped would never meet or even hear about either my lover or this new man in my life. It was shortly after 3 when I heard the big van stop outside, the bell rang and the giant practically fell inside as I opened the door for him, he was clutching a camera and a small bunch of flowers, freesias, which he thrust at me, like a small boy giving his mother a gift from his pocket money. We ...
    again sat at the kitchen table, and he began to outline his ideas about us. He said His round varied he said and by ‘slipping the time’ he could forgo breakfast and be finished by about two every day if that would be exceptable. He would first like me to act as his sex slave, to take pictures of me in and out of clothes, both vanilla and occasionally in bondage; he would enjoy sexual adventures, both with finger and tongue, but would not require any other sexual favours in return to start with at least as he wanted me to be his willing slut and for me to be the one to beg for him to use me like some slag from the local red light district. He said he was “sorry he had started this like a blackmail scenario and though I was not in a position to refuse him anything”, he reminded me, and then he whispered that “he did hope he would never need to use that power to remind me of my place!” The exciting feelings of sexual slavery this sent through my veins’ as I realised that he could tell me to do anything in the world and I was now unable to refuse any single one of his demands was one of the most powerful sexual surges I had ever till then experienced. He said as time was short today we would just talk, and then he asked for my telephone number and for Jacks. These he wrote in a pocket book before he asked for a list of anything I really hated, or that I really liked and these too went in the pocket book, I listed the fear I have of being completely naked, I`ve had that for years ...
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