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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I originally wrote this story for a very good friend of mine. She will be delighted that I have shared it on here.
I hope you enjoy.
As the door-bell rang a sly smile crept across my face, this would be an interesting evening.
I answered the door to Mark and ushered him in out of the weather. Greetings were exchanged, coat hung up and we made our way to the dining room.
‘’ You are just in time for dinner to be served, I will let her know we are ready to eat if that is ok with you?’’ I said ‘’ Sit, please.’’
‘’ Thank you Jon……um, let her know……? I thought it was just us’’
‘’Oh it is but I have enlisted a little help, I would be a poor host if I was back and forth to the kitchen all night. With a little help, a little service, then we are free to converse without too much interruption’’ I remarked.
Did Mark pick up on my slight grin? I wasn’t sure but it did not matter, all would be revealed shortly………well, not all but some.
I gestured to the far end of the table while I sat at the head. I left the air silent long enough for him to show signs of making small talk, as his mouth began to open I called out while keeping my eyes on Mark.
‘’ First course please’’
Marks eyes left mine and looked towards the door behind me. As I heard it open I saw the look of shock as she entered, a brief moment of misunderstanding followed quickly by a look of lusty excitement. His eyes dropped to the floor behind me and travelled slowly upwards, here heels portraying her progress across the room until she was stood by my side.
She stood silently, as instructed while I continued to watch Mark, his face an absolute delight.
She wore black heels and dark sheer stockings, a tight pencil skirt and a pristine white blouse which stretched across her breasts, a leather collar at her neck contrasting with the bright red lipstick. She looked stunning, her figure complimented beautifully by my choice of outfit.
‘’ Oh excuse my manners. Mark this is Ms Swallows, she will be serving us this evening. I am sure she will do a wonderful job as I have explained how high our standards are……………….and how we will expect nothing less……………..You do understand what is expected of you, don’t you Ms Swallows?
‘’Yes…..sir’’ You say, with more confidence than I sense you are feeling.
‘’Hello Ms Swallows’’ Mark says, finding his voice slightly croaky.
‘’Hello sir’’ you reply ‘’ I do hope you enjoy your evening’’
You place the starter in front of me, bending at the hips. My hand finds your stocking clad calve and slides up to the inside of your knee. As you turn to walk the tables length I graze my fingernails across the inside of your thigh.
As you serve Mark his starter I notice that you accentuate your walk, the bend at your hips also. Legs straight and your back arched, breasts and arse stretching the already tight materials further. Marks eyes are all over you, if I had asked him right then what is on the plate in front of him………..he wouldn’t have a clue.
I see that he is about to address you as your eyes meet…….I interrupt.
‘’That will be all for now Ms Swallows’’
You straighten at the sound of my voice and begin to walk toward me, I note that your teeth bite gently at your lower lip.
As you become level with me my hand quickly reaches out and holds your leg at the hem of your skirt.
‘’Wine’’ I say while smiling and looking up at you.
‘’I am sorry….what did you sa…’’
‘’Wine Ms Swallows, would you be so kind and serve the wine’’ I say, my hand sliding further up your thigh, lifting your skirts hem. As my fingers touch the flesh above your stocking, your finger tips reach for the table, steadying yourself.
‘’Yes…of course’’ you reply but are stopped in your tracks as my fingers grip hard into your thigh as I raise an eyebrow.
‘’Yes sir’’ You say, your voice slightly higher.
I slowly remove my hand from beneath your skirt and turn my attention to my guest, ‘’Enjoy Mark’’ I say and begin to eat.
M ark watches you leave the room before he lifts his knife and fork. We both eat and make small talk but I notice that the slightest sound from the kitchen pricks his interest, his eyes darting to the door. As Mark struggles to keep from asking about you, his chatter is strained. As he asks me a work related question I sigh heavily and check my watch,
‘’The wine seems to be taking a long time don’t you think Mark?’’
‘’ Um…yes I suppose it is, I….’’ The door swings open and your walk in, bottle in hand, stealing the rest of Marks sentence. You walk to my side and wait.
‘’Please serve my guest first Ms Swallows, I am sure he is quite parched due to the length of time you have taken’’
‘’Sorry sir, I was…it is just that….’’
‘’Ms Swallows, any excuse will only compound my disappointment, please do as I have asked’’
‘’Yes sir’’
I afford myself the pleasure of watching you as you walk towards Mark, your arse looks delicious in that skirt, the seams of your stockings trace a tempting path from heel to beneath your skirt. Marks glass is on his right but you poor from his left………again, legs straight, your breasts testing the thread on the buttons of your blouse. You concentrate on pouring his wine but his eyes flit from your red lips to your collar and to your breasts. The only noise is the wine decanting into the glass.
I break the silence with a comment about the weather, did it effect traffic? I wondered. Mark is brought back to the room from where ever his lust-filled mind had taken him and answers without looking at me.
As you finish pouring for Mark I see the slightest of eye contact between you and I marvel at Marks restraint.
You straighten and walk towards me and I admire you again, obviously inspecting you from heels to hair. You blush and your eyes avert.
I reach for my glass and hold it out at arms length, just below table height, your smile tells me you know why I have done this………………….as you bend to fill my glass not only am I given a wonderful view of your cleavage but M is gifted with the very sexy view of your peachy arse and shapely legs. I force myself to look away and down to the other end of the table. Mark is enraptured, mouth open, glass held in mid air.
‘’I think we are ready for the main now please, Ms Swallows’’
The wine flows as does the conversation….work…………sports ……………music…………..and women. I boast of my latest lady friend that I met in a chatroom. I tell Mark in intimate detail of the chats I have shared with her, how sexy she is, how truly insatiable she is, what she has done for me, shown me, how much she has come on since our first contact. I have great hopes for the future, I tell him.
Our main course arrives hastily and is placed before us without incident but as your make to leave I request more wine. This time I place my glass to my left and slide it a few inches further from you. You are standing on my right and must lean right across my plate.
As you begin to pour my right hand finds the inside of your thigh and slips higher……….my fingers passing the tops of your stockings and beyond. I let out a groan of satisfaction as my finger parts your moist folds. The sharp chink of bottle striking glass speedily follows my groan, I look to see my wine glass is full to the brim, the bottle now resting on the table.
‘’Ms Swallows?’’ I ask as my finger slides forward and up, finding the nub of your clitoris.
‘’yes s-sir’’ you say, barely maintaining your emotion.
‘’ I think my guest would also like some more wine’’ I remove my hand from between your legs and gesture with my left hand towards Mark who is now holding his glass, tilted towards you.
Your walk is noticeably less steady now and I smile as I watch Mark slide his glass a further inch or two away from you.
‘’Pour it very slowly please Ms Swallows, we don’t want any spillage now do we’’ I say.
As you bend forward, one hand steadies you, resting on the table, the other grips the wine bottle, knuckles whitening. I don’t see Marks hand touch your leg but I know the very moment that it does as your face tells me all. The glass soon fills but the bottle remains poised in mid-air and I watch as your hips begin to slowly move forwards and backwards.
I catch Marks attention with the slightest of gestures and as he removes his hand he states, ‘’Thank you Ms Swallows’’ You look at him in disbelief….and then at me. I half smile and repeat his statement,
‘’ Thank you Ms Swallows’’
As you approach me the look of pure frustration on your face pleases me greatly. I covertly dip my finger into the gravy on my dinner plate and then, as you draw level with me place my hand on your waist.
‘’ Ms Swallows, what is this?’’ I ask with exaggerated confusion.
You look genuinely confused though as you look down. ‘’Its……..a gravy stain…..sir’’
‘’It is hardly in-keeping with the standards I wished for you to maintain tonight, is it Ms Swallows’’
‘’No……I guess not’’ you say, a smile briefly crossing your lips.
‘’Take it off at once Ms Swallows’’
Both Mark and I look on as your trembling hands begin to undo each button in turn. As your blouse slips off your shoulders we are both smiling, the black see-thru bra clearly reveals your hardening nipples. I notice your nipple clamp…..my favourite………my cock twitches.
I push back my chair and stand, lifting my chair and carrying it to the centre of the room, placing the seat so it is facing M.
‘’Stand behind my chair Ms Swallows’’
You do as I have requested without hesitation.
‘’Grasp the back rest Ms Swallows, you will need its support’’ I say, my voice steady and firm.
Again, you comply.
‘’I can only apologise Mark, for the lack of standards. I am sure Ms Swallows is also sorry…………are you Ms Swallows?’’
‘’Yes sir, I am sorry…….very very sorry’’
‘’In that case you will, of course except your punishment, right here in front of Mark. Then I am sure he will believe that you are truly sorry’’ ………………….
SMACK. The sound of my hand hitting your arse made both you and Mark start.
‘’ Hmmmm, this will not do as I cannot see the fruits of my labour’’ I say. My hands reach to the small of your back and then the only sound in the room is that of your skirts zip being very slowly lowered.
‘’Stand up straight for me Ms Swallows’’ I say and you do so immediately. I work your tight skirt over your hips and you wiggle in your eagerness to be free of it.
You now stand exposed before Mark and I. I am afforded an incredible view of your beautiful arse while Mark is now torn between your encased tits and your glistening pussy.
‘’ Bend over now Ms Swallows and keep looking at Mark, I want him to see your eyes as you receive your punishment’’
I wait now………….for 20…….30 seconds. The tension builds and then starts to wane. I watch for the tell-tale signs that you have begun to relax, un-tense your muscles and then…….
SMACK, my hand stings and your arse reddens. You remain silent but I see a subtle squeezing of your thighs.
SMACK, my second lands perfectly onto the print left by the first.
SMACK, my third onto the as yet un-reddened left cheek.
SMACK, my fourth again onto the left. I hear your first moan and it is music to my ears.
I pause……………..breaking the rhythm. Keeping you guessing.
SMACK SMACK both to the right side of your curvey little arse, the sting of my palm testament to the pain I have dealt, to the pleasure you have received.
I am so hard now, my cock is uncomfortable in the restraint of my trousers.
‘’Mark, would you kindly check to ensure that Ms Swallows here has been suitably punished.’’ I request.
Mark rises from the table and I note that his excitement is plainly obvious, he walks around you and joins me, taking in the spectacular view of which I have been so admiring.
Your cheeks are bright red now, the outline of my palm and fingers clearly defined. Mark runs his hands across both of your smarting curves, tracing each outline….and then lower. I hear you gasp as his fingers push inside you.
‘’She is very wet Jon…………I think she has been enjoying herself, I don’t think she is sorry at all’’ His smile is broad and we exchange a knowing glance.
‘’ Then perhaps Mark, she requires more punishment’’ I say as my fingers undo your bra, I walk around you and the chair. Now standing in front of you, I say to Mark ‘’I think that maybe her nipples will require a little pain also’’ Your moan is full of want.
I stand astride the seat of the chair and reach below you taking a breast in each hand.
‘’Do you think you need more punishment Ms Swallows?’’ I ask and pinch hard on each nipple, causing your answer to be no more than a noise of passion.
Mark commences your spanking as I pain your nipples, 10 15 20 more blows……I lose count as I grope and maul your tits, twist and pull your nipples. I hear you voice…….expletives, curses, screams and moans……..your legs buckle but Mark lifts you back to your feet.
I watch as he frantically wrestles with his belt and I follow his lead. I manage to pull my rigid cock free of my trousers just as Mark positions his cock at the opening of your sweet pussy.
As he thrusts into you, pushing you forward, I stifle your cry with my own throbbing cock.
With each of Marks thrusts you are forced onto my cock, I have never been taken so deep. Your hands leave the chair and grab my hips. My hands switch from you tits to the back of your head, we are all moaning and calling out……………..the game forgotten and all that remains is need.
Again your legs buckle and it takes both M and I to support you, my cock slips from your mouth with a crude wet pop and we have to lower you to your knees.
But Mark and I are too far gone to wait for your recovery, we stand before you wanking our cocks in unison. As you regain yourself, you look up to see us both driven by our need, wanking harder and faster, side by side. Two hard cocks driven to the edge by you.
Your hands reach up to cup your tits, fingers seeking , finding, pinching those incredible nipples and then it all happens……….. we all begin to cum. Your thighs snap together as you scream out ‘’ fuuuuuuuuck’’ mouth open wide as both Mark and I shoot arcs of cum onto your tits, your neck, your face. ‘’aaargh’’ we both continue to milk our cocks to the last drop then fall to our knees.
All exhausted, our smiles are wide. You look amazing, so sated and so sexy.
I lean forward and kiss you deeply, our tongues dancing in the mixture of cum on your lips.
I break the kiss and look you in the eye………………’’ Kiss your husband as well Ms Swallows ’’ I say.
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