What a day I have had at work, at least it is Friday and I can switch off and have a wonderful weekend with Amy, my mistress. It was a beautiful summers evening when I arrived at an empty house, my mistress had not got home from work so I began cooking dinner. By the time my mistress, my love, came home I was able to serve her meal.
She sat at the table while I served her salmon en croute with a rather nice chilled Merlot. She was in a good mood, cheerful, allowing me to join her at the table and even share the Merlot.
"Come my love, we will shower," she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed I watched as she did a slow and sensual striptease. She started with her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons at the top, two buttons down and the top of her bra could be seen. An ordinary white bra for work, I didn't mind, it wasn't the bra but what it contained that interested me. The most gorgeous tits I have ever seen, although I am biased.
She dropped the blouse to the floor, I was going to have to pick it up later. She was smiling as she pulled the zip at the back of her skirt down. With a wiggle she pushed the skirt over her delicious arse. Disappointingly she was wearing tights, not even Amy'e arse looks good in tights.
"Rip them off, use your teeth," she ordered. She was standing in front of me with her hands on her head and legs slightly apart. Okay she is not the slimmest woman, she has some excess fat around her waist and arse, not to mention those wonderful tits.
I pulled the waist of the tights out and using my teeth ripped them, pulling them apart and down exposing a very ordinary pair of white Marks and Spencer bikini knickers. I suppose if you work in a high powered job you want to be comfortable underneath when you have your posh gear on top. Still it wasn't the tights but like the bra, what was underneath.
With her help I removed the tights. "While you're down there use your teeth to get my knickers off." Yes, yes, yes, I crawled round her pulling her knickers further down each time until they were over her arse and fell down. She kicked them off, I could smell that gorgeous cunt, my erection was painfully trying to get upright in my tight trousers.
"Pick them up," she ordered. I automatically did so. She took them off me and with the inner part of the crotch she rubbed it on and in her cunt, She put them under my nose, oh what a glorious smell before pushing them in my mouth, crotch first. I love the taste.
Sitting here with my mouth full looking at my mistress as her arms went behind her back to unfasten the bra which sprang forward. She shrugged it down her arms and threw it aside as she swung her tits side to side. My mistress took tape out of a drawer and stuck it over my mouth, locking the knickers in.
"Strip bitch, come and wash me," she walked to the shower and I quickly got my kit off and ran after her. She was already in the shower, her hair up and covered. I went in and started washing her starting on her tits, well wouldn't you? When she was drying herself I quickly washed before going to help her.
Back in the bedroom I helped her dress; starting with a suspender belt and black stockings which I rolled up her legs all the time looking at her beautiful cunt. My erection, not restrained by clothes, was rock hard. I helped her with her bra and matching sexy thong knickers. A long red sexy dress and red high heels completed the ensemble. That slit up the side of her dress went so high it showed her stocking tops, almost her knickers.
She walked to a chest of drawers which held my clothes and brought out a pair of red stockings and suspender belt. "Put these on and red heels." She walked into the lounge. I rushed to get my stockings on and as soon as I was 'dressed' and rushed to join her. She had poured two glasses of red wine, looking at me she said: "Oh dear you won't be able to drink this wine that I have poured." Of course not with a mouth full of knickers.
"Fetch the chair," uh uh what is going to happen now? I struggled with the dining chair in the high heels, I'd not had a lot of practice. I put the chair where she indicated and sat in it. Oh hell, what next? She taped my arms to the arms of the chair, knelt down and taped my legs to the legs. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and then kissed my erect cock.
"I have invited a friend round for our entertainment," she told me. What the hell! She sat on the couch opposite me, her legs crossed and on display as the split in the dress allowed part of it to fall away. The bell rang and Amy went to the door, returning with a big young guy. She handed him my glass of wine and they sat down on the couch. Fuck her stocking tops on display, the man was not looking at her legs initially as he was looking across at me or more particularly my erection which was slowly shrinking in my embarrassment.
There was no introduction I'm glad to say. I was almost ignored apart from him looking at me now and again with a supercilious smile. My face was red with embarrassment.
He leaned over and kissed her, his hand on her tit. My erection was building again. Her hand was on his crotch! Fuck. she extricated herself, went to the sideboard and produced a condom. He shook his head, refusing to use one, she shrugged her shoulders and threw the condom to me. It fell between my legs, resting on my balls.
The gorgeous red dress had a low back so she found it easy to reach back and pull the zip down. The dress puddled around her feet, he stood and kissed her holding her arse pulling her into him or more specifically into his cock. She started taking his shirt off and when done she stood back and pulled her knickers down initially with her back to me showing her lovely cunt. My cock was rising again. She turned, giving him the full view of the place we both wanted to be in.
She placed her knickers over my head with the crotch under my nose, the smell was mild but pleasant. Amy's attention went to his pants which along with his underwear were soon off. He had the biggest cock I have seen, not that I have seen many erect cocks, mine started shrinking again.
