Mistress Erin's Afternoon Delight

Mistress Erin's Afternoon Delight

The leather is cold against my breasts but I endure it. Erin's riding crop dances across my ample buttocks. The stinging adds to the sensations coursing between my legs. It won't be too long before I climax.

Erin invited me to her house for a little roleplay session with her husband. Liam loves role play. He loves to be made to watch while his little cock stays safely locked away.

I say little but it's average-sized. At least it was, the last time he pushed it inside me.

Erin and Liam are swingers who attend the same club as myself and my husband, Tony. Tony is less into submissive play. He's a voyeur, if anything. He loves to watch people getting off. He especially enjoys watching me get off. It's a double bonus if the other guy has a girthy cock for me to ride. He says I cream on thicker ones. My pussy makes a cream that gathers around the base of their cock when I ride them.

I turn the air blue when I cum on a girthy cock. Boy, do I love some thick meat inside me. They are such fun to bounce on.

My big boobs add to the attraction, of course. A lot of men agree to whatever I want when the boobs come out. My nipples love the extra attention. My long, hard nipples are sluts when men play with them.

So, here we are at Erin's house. Their garage would fit two cars but they don't park their cars in here. They walled it out and now have kinky sex play kit on the walls.

A large padded table takes centre stage and dominates the room. On the far wall, by the garage door, thick ropes hang from a large wooden cross.

Erin likes to tie my husband to it while he watches me and her teasing or spanking our latest victim.

Victim may be too strong a word. Submissive is more suited to who we invite.

Our club attracts all sorts of people from all walks of life.

Erin's padded table has seen judges, policemen, police-women, company directors, council officials, lawyers, business owners of all shapes and sizes. If they like a little kink or fetish in their life, we play with them.

Erin knows I like a flogging from time to time. This afternoon is one of those times.

"This riding crop isn't leaving enough marks..." Erin says, behind me as I lie prostrate over her table.

"I hope you're done," I say, faking a tone of surrender. "It's too much, Mistress Erin. Please, I can't take any more."

Her husband stands in front of me. His erection is an inch from my face and around the same height as my mouth. He's forbidden from touching it or allowing me to touch. Sucking it is out of the question. It's difficult. I want it in my mouth. The kinky mood I am in, a dick between my lips would be perfect, right now. Liam looks like he could use the attention too. Erin prevents him from cumming for a few days before a meet.

But that's the nature of power exchange play. We love the idea of submission. We love to let others control how or when we cum. Allowing another person that power during play is exhilarating and creates a strong bond.

Erin's having none of it. Her red silk Kimono spills open at the front. Her expensive underwear is barely on show at all. Erin enjoys expensive underwear.

Her pink Basque is boned and shaped to her waist. Like me, she carries a few extra pounds. And also like me, she carries it on her hips and tits. The Basque gathers it all in at the waist with black ribbons which criss-cross at the front. Her black ten-strap suspenders hold her stockings just below her tiny satin thong. Erin shaves her pussy but I trim mine. Her patent leather heels are immaculate. She keeps these six-inch heels for play, here in her dungeon. Submissives are regularly ordered to lick and kiss her heels while she humiliates them. It her thing. We all have a thing, don't we? Humiliating submissives is hers.

Her massive breasts sag over the front of her Basque, adding a dimension of domination to her persona.

I glance behind me. The rope around my husband's wrists is loose. He could escape any moment. Mistress Erin has left him loose for a reason.

"You!" she barks at Tony, "slide that cock inside her pussy. But NO cumming!"

My pussy tightens at the prospect of my husband fucking me in front of our friends. I am such an exhibitionist!

I am more than ready when I feel his cock nudge my opening.

Except it's not my husband.

Erin handed him a dong as long as my arm. And twice as thick!

I gasp as the first inch enters. It hurts a little but I take it. I guess I will be creaming soon.

Tony pushes the end of the dong, shoving it inside me.

"Does it hurt?" he asks, a loving tone to his voice.

"Jeez, no..." I say through gritted teeth. "It's bliss. Please don't stop."

The dong sinks further and further in and I have no choice but to alter my footing on the garage floor to accommodate its girth.

The only thing I can compare it to is an aubergine he shoved inside me once. We spotted it while shopping. When I clocked that rude twinkle in his eyes, I knew what he was thinking. Sure enough, I took my first aubergine that night! It felt amazing once it got going. But I had to take it easy. Aubergines have little give in them. They don't bend or allow for squeezing.

This dong allows for that. It stretches me but it gives, too.

"Enter her mouth!" Erin says, commanding her husband to push his cock between my lips.

I open nice and wide for him. I try to be the best submissive I can be when I play like this.

Liam's hands hold either side of my head as his rhythm builds. Mistress is rewarding his patience.

Tony shoves the dong in harder as Liam speeds up. Between the massive toy inside me from behind and Liam, skull-fucking me, my mind drifts off to a place where I am the only woman they want.

I am not just a collection of holes for them to abuse as Mistress Erin looks on. I am their heart's desire. I am their ideal woman and they adore me, not just for my holes.

A lot of submissives enjoy the anonymity of being treat like a lump of Swiss cheese, their holes plundered in spite of their consent.

But I don't. I love the idea they want my holes. No one else's. It's my holes they want to plunder and abuse.

Tony pulls the dong as I gush, cumming for all I am worth, a messy pastiche of makeup and saliva slobber from Liam's dick, invading my married mouth.

He cums a split second after me, painting my face and mouth with streams of thick, gooey cum. I doubt the Mona Lisa looked as pretty as I do, in the moment, covered in cum. The best bit? This cum is NOT my husband's cum. My husband had to use a dong to get me off while his friend used my married, whore mouth to cum. All part of Mistress Erin's plan to make sure all three of us served her in our own way. Such a devious lady!

I fall limp on the table, used and spent. My pussy gapes, satisfied and ready for round two in a few minutes. But not just yet.

For now, all is right in the world, spent, satisfied and spread over a flogging bench, just like this.

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