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What are Friends For? Pt. 04

Monday rolled around quickly. Tonight I was to meet Tamara for dinner. Afterward I anticipated a trip to her dungeon where I would be trained by My Dear Mistress. It was taking all my will power to not tell Bobby and Anne about Tamara's attraction to me as well as her special room into which I had unwittingly stumbled.

After getting home from the office I showered, spent extra time shaving my balls glassy smooth, and employed depilatory cream to the remainder of my perineal region. With hair removed my equipment looked larger than I had previously considered it. It was arousing to shave my scrotum as well as to feel no hair around my anus. I put some liquid soap on my thumb, slid my thumb in my ass and massaged my prostate. When my milking process began to bring forth creamy semen at the tip of my rigid cock, I took my other hand to bring those drops of nectar to my lips. I began imagining Tamara riding my face and feeding me my cum after she rode my cock to a huge orgasm. Part of me wanted to finish myself off as I could do nothing but think about Tamara for the past week and needed release, but I exercised restraint, washed my hands, and got dressed. My cock softened and I felt the semen leak out as my accordion collapsed.

I entered my car, closed the driver's side door, and clicked on my seatbelt. At that point my phone dinged with a text message, "The front door is open. Come on in and meet me on the back patio. XOXO."

"Fuck," I said aloud to myself realizing this was actually going to happen. I always felt so much more anxious driving to Tamara's estate than when I was actually there. She had a way of putting me at ease, but that was also before I realized her proclivities toward me. My smooth balls felt good in my boxer shorts. I reached down and gave the boys a little squeeze that reawakened my cock. I was now concerned I was going to cum well before I was granted any permission. I was anticipating an epic evening.What are Friends For? Pt. 04 фото

I pulled into the circular drive at the front of her home. The sun was less than an hour away from setting as I climbed the stairs to the front door. The door was indeed unlocked. I pushed it open, walked past the usual statuesque display of flowers, and saw her standing on the balcony looking out across the gardens. Her magnificently toned and shaped butt was covered in a thin white dress with a halter top. Her back was exposed down to the top of her mouth-watering ass. As I approached I appreciated no panty lines and hence, no panties. I called out, "Good evening, Miss Tamara," as I approached. She turned toward me with a glass of sparkling wine in her hand and smiled. She was backlit by the setting sun. Her hair was pulled back, coursing around her neck with her signature long pony tail draped in front of her left shoulder. Her dress was absolutely sheer and her nipples were clearly visible. As the sun backlit the space between her legs I could even discern the lips of her smooth pussy. Her dress was that sheer. My legs just about buckled.

"Welcome Gregory," she said while approaching me. Our eyes locked, we embraced, and then shared a passionate open mouth kiss. "I wanted to make sure you approved of the taste of tonight's beverage before I poured you a glass," she said with an impish grin.

"Oh I will like the taste of everything I have tonight; I promise," I replied with a likely equally impish grin.

"Well then sit your beautiful self down and let's have dinner," she somewhat commanded.

As before, the food was delicious, lean, and healthy. She was the walking example of, 'you are what you eat.' We shared the bottle of Prosecco along with the food. It was the first time I ever saw her drink any alcohol. I could sense the Prosecco impacting her more than one would expect. I suspect given her brutal physical conditioning routine she rarely indulged in drink or heavy desserts. It was fun to see her laugh more. It was even better when she started talking quite frankly about what she wanted to do tonight. "Gregory, I want you to know up front, that the likelihood of you and me becoming boyfriend and girlfriend approaches zero," she matter of factly stated as my heart sank somewhat. "Trust me, your life would be ruined by the attention, my schedule, my absence, and mostly my unwillingness to want to ever limit myself to one partner," she continued with a stone face. "On the flip side however, I would like to fuck your brains out when I am in town. It so happens, I am in town," she said with a smile breaking out and a laugh before draining her glass. "Take your pants off, I want to suck that glorious cock of yours right here," she said as she rose, took my hand and guided me over to a chaise lounge overlooking the gardens.

I stood feeling my pulse quicken as she unbuckled my belt, released the top button, and unzipped my khakis, letting them fall to the ground revealing the tentpole under my boxers. At that point she lowered herself to her knees using my khakis as a kneepad and peeled my boxers down to my ankles. My cock sprang rigidly practically pointing at the sky. She let out a satisfying growl as she grasped my cock with her left hand and pointed it straight at my face while she began sucking my freshly shaved balls. She started pumping my cock as she sucked my balls. Not surprisingly precum began pooling at the tip and running down my shaft lubricating her hand. She sensed the flow of nectar and pulled my cock down to her mouth and inhaled my swollen head. I reached down and grabbed her ponytail and began thrusting deeper into her throat. She grabbed my ass with both hands and dug her nails deep into my flesh. The pain was made more exquisite as she used her teeth to stop my cock just short of gagging her. My cock was ready to explode down her throat and she sensed the impending climax. She abruptly pulled my cock out of her mouth, squeezed my mushrooming head hard, and said, "Remember Gregory, you can only cum with my permission."

"Yes, My Dear Mistress. Your beauty and talents make restraint quite the challenge though," I replied. My cock's twitching ceased just as a few drops of cum dripped from the tip. She gathered the few drops on her fingers and fed them to herself.

She stood and smiled before we kissed deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue. I could not wait to taste my juices in her pussy. "Let's head inside. I think you deserve a little punishment for face fucking me like you did," she stated as she grasped my hand and led me inside to the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs she let go of my hand and grabbed my cock. Down the staircase we went, through her gym, and to the door I will never forget. I realized I had walked the entire distance wearing only my shirt as she used my cock as a leash. "Take your shirt off," she commanded. As I pulled my shirt off, she released the bow holding her dress behind her neck and let the white linen fall to the floor. Her body was muscular and sculpted. She was a perfect specimen of physical conditioning. Her nipples were stiff. Her pussy was shaved but she left a narrow trimmed triangular patch that looked like an arrowhead pointing directly at her clitoris. "Turn around Gregory. Now bend forward against the bench," she commanded. I grasped the hoops of what appeared to be a gymnast's Pommel Horse just as I felt the sting of a hard slap across my butt.

"Thank you My Dear Mistress," I uttered as the words came forth without thinking. Quickly another stinging slap came down upon my butt. Again I replied with gratitude.

"Good boy Gregory. You can stand up now. It's time for you to service my pussy. Go lie down on that bench," she said as she pointed at a leather covered piece of furniture that was roughly 8 feet by 8 feet. It looked like something one would use for stretching exercises. I dutifully went over and laid myself down face up. She crawled on top of me and ground her very wet pussy up and down the length of my shaft as we kissed. She then reached above my head toward the edge of the bench and said, "Put your arms above your head Gregory." I did so and soon felt the leather straps being fastened around my wrists. She moved down my body, kissing my neck, then chest. She began sucking and biting my nipples while her hands stroked my cock and squeezed my balls. She then worked her way down to my abdomen kissing me all the way before aggressively inhaling my cock, but for only a moment. She then guided each of my ankles toward separate corners of the square platform and likewise, deftly had leather restraints around each ankle. "You look glorious. Now eat my pussy as though your life depended on it," she said with gravity.

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I replied as she straddled my face looking down at me. I smelled her wetness. I could not have been any more aroused. She lowered her pussy down to my face and I quickly found her clit. I began to lick it ever so lightly. She kept adjusting her pelvis to try and maximize contact. I could tell she wanted more stimulation and was beginning to get frustrated. She reached down and grabbed my hair to pull my face up harder into her womanhood. At that point I surrendered any attempts to tease her further and began sucking her clit. If my hands had been free I would be massaging her G-spot as well. I heard her moan with satisfaction as her juices poured out of her. I drank every drop I could. Soon she was riding my face with no regard for my ability to breath. I tongued her as deep as I could as her clit was grinding against my nose. I felt her legs stiffen and she cried out. She screamed with an orgasm as she squirted her love juice all over my face.

"I want your cock now!" she exclaimed as she scooted off my face and took me balls deep in one quick move. She began riding me up and down while she rubbed her clit with her right hand. I wanted to pound her, but was limited by the restraints. The sight was heavenly as her small breasts mounted on her muscular torso jiggled and her tensing abdomen revealed a six-pack core. I was going to cum, and there seemed no time to ask for permission.

"My Dear Mistress!" I roared. She looked down at me with pure lust in her eyes while biting her lower lip, nodded in the affirmative, then reached behind her with her free hand and squeezed my balls. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I injected wave after wave into her pussy.

She screamed out, "Give me your cum!" while she continued to ride my cock and milk my balls. Beads of sweat covered her perfectly toned body as she convulsed in another orgasm before collapsing atop me. We exchanged a long deep kisses. I felt my cock soften and begin to slide out of her perfect body. "Time for dessert Gregory," she said with an exhausted smirk. She slid completely off my cock and repositioned herself straddling my face. She mounted me just in time as the first glob of my cum slid out of her pussy and into my mouth. She watched with satisfaction as me, her restrained lover, was being fed his own cum from her now well fucked and satiated pussy. "Good boy Gregory. Keep sucking all your cum out of my pussy. I know you are a little cum-loving bitch," she said with the confidence of owning me.

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I managed to say with muffled tones as I probed her stretched pussy with my tongue and inhaled every drop of both of us I could find.

"Because you have been such a good boy I am going to release your legs now Gregory while I get something to drink," she stated coolly.

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I replied.

"And Gregory, when I return, please be on your knees with your sweet little ass in the air. I own your cock and your ass for my pleasure," she again stated coolly.

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I reflexively replied. I turned over with my wrists still bound to one edge and positioned myself as instructed. It felt good to be off the leather after all the heat we had generated. I looked down between my legs as my cock hung with the last few drops of cum making their way out as I softened. After a few minutes I began reviewing in my mind what had happened, as well as considering the excitement yet to come. These thoughts translated into a stiffening of my cock. I wanted so badly to start stroking myself and feel my girth fill with the tenseness of pleasure and excitement. Instead I could only watch as my shaft thickened and lengthened. "Don't worry buddy," I said jokingly, "she'll be back soon to help you out." With those words I heard her returning and seconds later she was standing before me wearing what I first thought was a thong. Quickly however I realized it was a harness. Her hands were behind her back. She then revealed her hands and in one she was holding a purple double ended dildo. It was anatomically correct, but exaggerated. There was a bulbous head and thick ridges of veins at either end. It was glorious.

She put one end in front of my face and said, "Suck on this Gregory. Get it nice and wet for my pussy. Tonight we each get one end." If there was any doubt about me getting hard again, those doubts vanished. I could feel myself stiffening as she fed me the dildo before taking it away and inserting it into her pussy with a yelp of pleasure. She secured it in the harness with one end filling her pussy and the other proudly standing at attention. She walked behind me and slapped my ass. I felt cold lubricant being rubbed on my asshole. "You are my bitch," she said as she slapped my ass again, followed by a finger in my ass. "I'm going to peg you until we both cum. Understood? I don't care if this hurts you, bitch," she stated as she started rubbing the dildo up and down my crack. She reached around and started mercifully stroking my cock as she entered my wanton asshole. I pushed back wanting to feel her 'cock' massage my prostate. "You are no anal virgin. You like this too much. I'll need to bring a larger friend next time," she said as she gave me the full length. In return the impact with me was driving the other end of the dildo into her. I felt her moans of pleasure every time she slammed into me. As long as she kept pumping my cock I could stay like this all night I told myself.

"My Dear Mistress, I love your cock. Thank you for pegging me so hard," I grunted out as she continued to slam into me with a quickening pace. I looked down between my legs to see her hand throttling my cock as semen was being milked out of me.

"You are a good little anal slut for me. Now push back into me and grind against my clit. Have your deliciously smooth ass make me cum!" she said as she swatted my butt again. The shock sent signals through my body straight to my cock and I felt another orgasm building quickly.

"Yes My Dear Mistress! I will make you cum," I replied as I began pushing back into her hard and grinding my ass against her with each thrust. She started making purely carnal sounds. Then she grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard. I felt her entire body stiffen and shake as she yelled out in climax. "My Dear Mistress, may I cum now?" I pleaded as my cock began throbbing in her hand.

She collapsed on my back, biting my ear, and said, "cum for me bitch." She continued to move inside me as her hand pumped my cock. The sensation of our shared phallus stoking my prostate and stretching my anus sent the electricity shooting through my body. I splattered the leather with jets of semen as I moaned in pleasure. My orgasm seemed to continue even after I had been drained of my juice. I turned and looked over my shoulder at her face and we kissed. "Thank you Gregory," she said, "Now be a good little bitch and clean your mess up." She slid her 'cock" out of my satiated ass and struggled to stand.

She released my wrists, grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed my face down on to the leather padding dappled with cum. I dutifully began licking my cum, her cum, our cum from the surface. When I had finished cleaning the leather to her satisfaction I simply said, "Thank you My Dear Mistress."

She looked down at me and smiled before saying, "So Gregory, tell me about whatever lady friends you currently have, or any friends for that matter."

"Yes, My Dear Mistress," I replied while lying on my back, "There are two very good friends of mine, who are married... to each other, Bobby and Anne."

"Go on Gregory, I like the sound of this," she said as she playfully twisted one of my nipples and lightly bit the other.

"We've known each other since college. When my wife was alive we had a very special friendship among the four of us. We have continued that special friendship with the three of us," I honestly continued.

"Only just the three of you?" she asked.

"Not always. We did collect another lady friend who plays with us occasionally. She seems to be mostly in to Anne though. She has not become much of a friend. She is simply a very sexy plaything and enjoys that role," I stated as I continued to reveal my other life.

"How does she compare to me?" Tamara asked as her powerful hand grasped my testicles.

"She does not," I immediately replied, "I wouldn't trade a minute with you for a night with her." Her grasp of my balls became less sinister and she began playfully tumbling them in her hand. Gawd it felt good.

"So what about Bobby?" she asked.

"He's my best friend," I stated quickly.

"Yes, but are you bi?" she asked.

"I don't think so," I answered.

"What does that mean? Remember who just watched you absolutely love eating semen and getting your ass pegged," she sarcastically opined.

"Well, I am not attracted to guys. I do not want to kiss a dude, hold his hand, cuddle, etc. But I do love a nice cock on a nice body. So I do get off sucking Bobby, and once for my birthday he fucked me. It was the only time I had a real cock inside me. Anne has pegged me several times, and I have loved it like I loved your pegging, but a real cock took the experience to a new level," I confessed.

"You are sounding more delicious with each revelation. I would love to see you sucking a nice cock, preferably one coated with my cum. Even better, I'd love to see you really fucked by a big cock," she stated with an almost evil chuckle. "So tell me about Anne. Does she enjoy pussy as much as you enjoy cock," Tamara asked inquisitively.

"More so, I'd say," I replied, "She really enjoys making out with... well, enjoyed, making out with my wife. And her and Jess, that's the recent fourth, did or do pretty much everything. She would absolutely drool at the sight of you."

"Really. Show me some photos," she commanded.

I got up, and realized I had to run back upstairs to retrieve my phone that remained in my pants on the patio. When I returned, I had a nice photo of the three of us, Bobby, Anne, and me from last month at their pool. Anne was in a two piece and Bobby and I were shirtless. I watched Tamara lick her lips as she studied the photo. "So, do you approve of my friends?" I asked.

"Oh, she is adorable, and tiny," Tamara said with her eyes studying the photo, "Her husband is cute too. What's his cock like?"

"He and I are pretty similar though I'd say he may be a little thicker," I stated as though describing the size of a front yard tree.

"Does he enjoy cock like you?" she asked.

"He does enjoy Anne pegging him on occasion, and he does suck my cock. I think he does it more to turn Anne on though to be truthful. He has amazing restraint and can pound for ever before cumming. My superpower is being able to get hard again quickly, though I rarely last as long as Bobby," I said with a grin.

"Can your friends be trusted if I were to meet them?" she asked.

"Absolutely. They are mature, confident in their relationship, and not slaves to posting their lives on social media. They would be honored to meet you. Bobby is an ex-jock and follows sports. He knows who you are. We had to explain who you were to Anne though, strictly when discussing that your company had retained my firm and nothing more. Anne is definitely not into sports. She brought up your photo though online and pretty much flat out said she would fuck you in a heartbeat. I hope that makes up for her lack of being a sports enthusiast," I said with a smirk.

 

"It most certainly does. Now about that super power of yours," Tamara said as she leaned down and kissed me. I felt her hand travel from my chest to my cock. She soon was traveling down my body with her lips. She kissed my neck before moving onto my chest where she sucked and bit my nipples lovingly. My cock was semirigid by the time she took me in her mouth. She kept rolling my balls with one hand while she pumped my shaft with the other and attacked the head of my cock with her mouth. My super power came through for me again. "Make love to me Gregory. Take me now," she said as she rolled on to her back and pulled her knees back so that each knee was beside each of her ears. I slowly entered her and gave her my full length and then ground my pubic bone against her clit. She growled in approval. After a while I began slow purposeful long strokes with my cock almost leaving her sweet pussy lips. Each time my shaft was fully buried I would feel the head of my cock hit her cervix. That would illicit an extra yelp of pleasure from her. We kissed passionately. She would suck on my tongue and in return probe the back of my mouth with hers. She became more vocal as I continued my slow motion routine of long slow thrusts and deep grinding. I could sense her excitement building as she began rocking her pelvis in a wordless attempt to encourage me to speed up. Finally she simply said, "Pound me like a whore with that beautiful cock." I immediately obliged and quickened my pace and intensity. Her hands grabbed my buttocks and I felt her nails dig into me. I began pounding her like a jackhammer. Soon she was convulsing with her eyes rolling back as she flooded the leather with her juices. I still needed more time. I quickly pulled out, flipped her on her belly, and pulled her ass up. I entered her from behind and continued to pound her. I slid my thumb in her ass and she cussed in approval. I took my other hand and grabbed her beautiful mane of hair and pulled her head back forcing her to arch her back as I continued to ramrod her wet pussy. "Oh yes, yes, yes. Take me now Gregory, take me now!" she begged.

"Yes My Dear Mistress," I sarcastically replied as I felt the burning pleasure begin deep in my loins as my cock throbbed and pulsed trying to eject any semen left in my body as the orgasm ripped through my body, part pain and part pleasure.

"Fuck, yes! Your throbbing cock feels amazing," she screamed as to my surprise she began cumming again with her body shaking and quivering. I collapsed atop her back as her legs gave way. I just laid my body upon hers and kissed her cheeks before we both fell asleep. When we awoke, she said, "Remember Gregory, I want to meet your friends, and soon. I'll text you my schedule. You should go now."

I obeyed my mistress after a kiss good bye, gathered my clothing, dressed, and hobbled back to my car. I could not wait to tell Anne and Bobby about the new friend they would soon have.

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