In part 1 Carol has a worship session with her slave, but unbeknown to him she is awaiting the arrival of her former lover, her gardener at her old house before she moved overseas. But now she was back and having expanded her horizons she was determined to expand them sexually. She had had plenty of lovers in her time, all through her marriage, including one night stands and a couple of lovers with ten inch cocks, but none were as obedient as her slave and none had the sheer staying power of her former gardener, who could fuck her for an hour with eight thick inches of cock. In truth, she had the best of both worlds and was determined to enjoy it to the full:
After five minutes of fucking, it couldn't be called making love, that would be later, she felt her orgasm rising, her left hand strayed down to her clit, which she nipped and rubbed, and then it was upon her. Her head was spinning and she feared she might stumble, but he held her slim hips and continued to pound into her. By now she was getting very vocal, very noisy, such that her slave, beyond the tiled wall, couldn't fail to hear. But far from curbing herself she revelled in the fact that he could hear, could hear her being fucked by another man.
As she came she cried out and grunted through it, all ten seconds of it, a good one even by her, high, standards. The fucking continued, a steady hard shafting and when she could take no more she asked him to stop. With one last very hard deep stroke he sank deep into her and held her tight. She couldn't speak at this point, and with mouth tightly closed, breathed through her nose as the pleasure wracked through her. It wasn't part of the orgasm, this was something else, the next one approaching perhaps, and the hold lasted perhaps a minute. Gradually the lovers composed themselves and he withdrew his cock. She turned and looked down at the slick coated erection.
The only thought in her head at that moment was "He is going to shoot a lot of cum into me, yummy!"
She stepped past him and took the thick warm towels off the electric towel rail, handed one to him, wrapped the other around her body and walked into the dimly lit spare room, scooping up the discarded stockings as she passed, which she planned to be wearing again very soon.
Carol and her lover dried themselves and she excused herself to go and dry her hair. She took the stockings and shoes with her, stepped out the bedroom and along the hall to her bedroom.
Carol opened her bedroom door, expecting to see her slave face down on the bed. She was surprised to see him standing near the bathroom door.
"Been spying on me?" She asked, as she closed the door.
"No Mistress, just concerned you were ok."
He approached her and fell to his knees on the thick bedside rug.
"What did you hear?"
"I heard you being fucked, I heard you come Mistress."
"Did you enjoy my orgasm?"
"Yes, of course, Mistress, every one of your orgasms is precious to me," he replied. She ran her fingers through his hair and bent over him.
"Not as much as I did. My knees were shaking, he had to hold me until I composed myself." she whispered in his ear. His cock hardened at her words, his foreskin peeling back over his glans by itself, nestling in a collar, revealing the shiny purple head, with a tiny bubble of pre cum oozing out.
She walked past him and sat on the bed, taking one stocking and slipping it onto her foot, sliding it up her smooth leg, and then repeating it with her other leg. She slid her left foot into the red shoe, fastened it in place, then slipped the right one until it was balanced on her toes.
"Kiss me." she ordered, pointing to her foot.
His lips dived to her foot, covering it in moist, but not wet, kisses. She allowed him to continue until she was satisfied he was sufficiently reverent, before pulling her foot away and fastening the high heel.
"I suppose you want to know who he is?" She asked nonchalantly.
"Yes please Mistress."
"Do you remember I told you about my regular fuck before I went abroad?"
"The actor?"
"No, the one with the big cock and the staying power."
"Oh!" the surprise registering on his face, his eyebrows raised "the gardener?"
"Yes, him."
"Yes, I remember Mistress."
"I called him and he was very keen to renew our acquaintance."
"I can understand why. You are so gorgeous Mistress."
"Well, I'm glad to say he still seems to think so."
"I hope he pleases you well Mistress."
"If you mean does he still fuck me hard, then the answer is yes. He has a long cock, thick as well."
"Does it fill you Mistress?"
"Oh god yes!, eight thick inches is just about a perfect fit, but I was glad I had been licked beforehand, otherwise I might have struggled at first."
She rubbed his short spiky hair as she said it, a gesture of thanks at her pre-fuck-cunt-licking.
"Is he leaving now?"
"Of course not, he hasn't come yet. What you heard was just the preamble," She leaned in close: "he is going to fuck me so hard very soon," she whispered, "but first, I need my fuck hole licked out."
His cock bobbed at her words and his breath caught in his throat. She opened her legs and allowed him his first glimpse of her wet fucked cunt but immediately pulled him between her thighs.
"Lick my cunt slave, get me ready for his cock again."
He licked with relish, licked her lips, her shaven mound, then up to her clit, rolling his tongue around it, before she pushed him down.
"Tongue fuck me slave."
The tonguing was good, very good, he made his tongue hard, pushing it into her vagina, and continued until a small cough broke the silence and she opened her eyes. Her lover was stood, naked, erect cock in hand as he slowly stroked it back and forth as he watched her being worshipped by her slave.
"Er hi?" She began "how long have you been watching?"
"A few minutes."
