Losing at Poer

I had his cock in my mouth, he was asleep and soft and I loved having his cock in my mouth in this state knowing it would not be soft for long. His pubic hair tickled my nose, it would not be tickling me for much longer as I could feel it growing. I can't deep throat, once his cock goes too far I start gagging.

I wonder what he is dreaming of? Is he fucking someone else? Having a blow job from a famous film star? Or maybe fucking me. He is hard now, can I make him cum before he wakes up? No, his hand pushed me further onto his cock, I held back, grabbed his cock holding it, sucking it and wanking it.

He spurted into my mouth, I held it there until he had finished. I looked up at him "'ank you 'ir," I mumbled before opening my mouth letting him see that I still had it all before swallowing.

"Good girl, now go and make breakfast," he ordered. Sucking him off had turned me on but the 'good girl' trebled it. I really am a submissive slut, and loving it I jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

I wonder if he will bend me over the counter again, it may be too soon after his last climax. He came into the kitchen, drank his coffee and ate breakfast. I stood naked in front of him as he kissed me goodbye with fingers inside my cunt. "Bye my slut, I am glad to see you are keeping that cunt nice and wet for me. No wanking." his last words before he left.

I drank my coffee wondering what was waiting for me. I rushed into the bedroom quite jittery with anticipation. On the bed was a short denim skirt, a crop top, proper knickers and my slippers! Comfort at last, the only thing missing was a bra and as long as I was alone that was a benefit. It was a bit boring and disappointing, surprising how I prefer sexy over comfort.

There was a note: Slut, If you need to go out you may wear a coat and shoes. I will message you. Leave your cunt alone. xx.

I dressed feeling relieved, safe, comfortable and a little disappointed. Thinking that I better make the best of it I set out for the shops. A text message came while I was in the supermarket.

'A parcel will be delivered this afternoon with your clothes for this evening. I will be bringing a guest, cook for a threesome. xx.

What the hell a threesome, I'm not having a threesome. I wonder if the guest will be male or female? Which would I prefer? I have never been with a woman, what would I have to do? Two men, mouth and cunt maybe. Shivers went through my body. Not sex, he meant three for the meal I'm sure. Fairly sure.

I wonder what clothes will come.

Chicken, you're safe with chicken, everybody likes chicken unless he or she is a vegetarian or vegan.

I bought a vegan ready meal, some steaks and salmon as well as the chicken. That should cover all eventualities. Another woman? I think I would quite enjoy sucking a tit, feeling the nipple grow in my mouth. I returned home to wait for the package, he has dressed me in not indecent gear to go shopping but also knowing he would come home to something special, I hope.

The parcel arrived and it was like Christmas. I opened the grey plastic bag to reveal a white box wrapped in a red silk ribbon. I slid the ribbon off and opened the box revealing tissue paper perfumed with decadence.

Beneath the first layer was a red lace trimmed bra and thong, so sheer they were practically transparent, the fabric delicate as a spider's web. Oh god I so wanted to put them on for him. I lifted the next layer uncovering a slinky black cocktail dress with a plunging V-neck that screamed seduction. A pair of black hold up stockings with lace tops and seams. A pair of towering black shoes, their heels a precarious four inches--higher than I'd ever worn. I'll probably break my neck.

To one side of the shoes were a bottle of expensive perfume and some scented lotion.

I stripped off my clothes and slipped on the shoes, the leather hugging my feet. There were straps which went around my ankles. Naked but for the stilettos, I perched on the bed's edge, feeling like a high-class whore getting ready for a customer. The thought sent a shiver through me, my pussy tingling.

I stood, wobbling. I tried walking, unsuccessfully. Staggering to the side of the room where the large mirror wardrobe was. With my hand on the mirror I tried walking, I got better but not what you could call efficient. I must admit my legs and arse looked good in those heels.

Another message: Makeup a little over the top, hair a sexy mess, lips bright red lipstick, nipples the same. Lipstick on my nipples! they are a bit pale, almost the same colour as my tits. I bet a man would like that. Would he allow a man to suck my tits? Would I allow a man to suck my tits? If Chris wanted me to, I think I would.

I looked on the internet porn sites to see slutty makeup and found a young lady who looked very attractive but slightly slutty. I had a long bath again and felt very relaxed as I applied the expensive lotion and perfume.

I dried my hair and spent a long time making it look as though I had just towelled it dry. I put on the thong which was so see through it hid nothing. Already I was seeping and it was doing nothing to absorb my juices. Fuck, the thought that we would have a guest made it - I don't know what. If I was dressing for Chris it would be such a turn on as I was dressing for Chris and an unknown guest was even more of a turn on. I hope the perfume hides any pussy smell.

I stood in front of the mirror in my miniscule thong and heels. I put the bra on, fastening it at the front and twisting it round. Putting my arms through the shoulder straps and adjusting the cups over my tits. Cups! They were gossamer thin, my bright red nipples were plainly visible.

My nipples were not only visible but stuck out. I was so turned on. Fuck it's another hour before they get here. Next the dress, it felt wonderful, I pulled it over my head and eased it down over my tits and bum, it seemed to grip both.

I tried to adjust the dress to hide the red bra, it is so low cut that I should not be wearing a bra. Without a bra my cleavage would show and be sexy, showing my bra just looked slutty.

I pulled the hem down as far as I could which showed more of the bra. The stocking tops were plainly visible. I liked that, now that was sexy. One thing was certain I had better not drop anything as bending would show my arse.

I turned around inelegantly in front of the mirror. What a slut.

In the kitchen I prepared everything, I had a chicken chasseur in the oven as well as steaks and salmon ready if needed. I had wine cooling, ice in the ice bucket and Chris' favourite single malt ready.

Chris came in with a smartly dressed tall, handsome young man. Not likely to be Chris' boss.

"This is Ryan, a work colleague," he introduced.

I put my hand out to shake his. "Pleased to meet you, would you like a drink?" I bent forward slightly showing a bit more of my bra.

"Yes please, what do you have?"

"Wine, various spirits and beer."

"I think Ryan should try my favourite malt," Chris said.

"Ice?" I asked Ryan.

"Yes please."

I walked to the sideboard, bending slightly. I poured two whiskies, put one cube of ice in Chris' drink and looked questionally at Ryan. "Yes, one for me," he said. He should not have worn such tight trousers, I can see he dresses on the left.

The men sat on the couch, sipping their Scotch, I sat opposite in an armchair nursing a glass of prosecco. We made small talk, Ryan could not take his eyes off my tits and my legs and perhaps between them.

They decided they would have the chicken, I was feeling so confident, so sexy and so aroused. When I served up the meal I bent further forward when serving Ryan and allowed my skirt to rise up showing more of my stocking tops.

A few glasses of wine and a brandy later we sat in the lounge. Ryan went to the toilet.

"Go into the bedroom, take your dress off and lie on the bed in my favourite position. Oh and put the blindfold on."

Fuck no goodbye to Ryan, he was going surely. When I said he could do what he wanted with me it did not include getting fucked by a stranger. "Yes sir," I said. What's the blindfold about?

I managed to walk to the bedroom where I almost collapsed. I was shaking, terrified and oh so fucking horny. The waste of space knickers were soaked. Please send him away and come and fuck me. I took my dress off, put the sleeping mask on and took up my position on the bed. Legs spread and I waited.

I could hear them talking and laughing, from the clinking of glass they were obviously drinking. Sir please get rid of him and come and fuck me. My legs were aching. What would I do if Ryan came in? How would I know? I don't know, the mask was not a perfect blindfold but it was good enough to stop me seeing who was fucking me.

I would never cheat on Chris, never fuck someone else while I was with him. Would he enjoy watching me being fucked, would he enjoy watching me enjoying being fucked by another. Would I enjoy being fucked by someone else with Chris watching? I do know that thinking about it added to the moisture on my thong.

Using my hands to hold them I managed to keep my legs up although I bent my knees. Please, please hurry up. Silence! Perhaps Ryan's gone, perhaps Chris will come in now. I straightened my legs ready for him.

The door has opened, silence, was that a creak from the floorboard? That after shave isn't Chris' and I don't think it's Ryan's. Two cold, rough hands gripped my ankles and pushed them further apart. Chris is an office worker, he has soft hands, but so would Ryan I thought.

A cock entered me and my legs were pushed back almost level with my head. That cock belongs to Chris, I'd recognise it anywhere particularly there. He released my legs, kissed me and removed the blindfold with his gloved hands. They were coarse, ones that I had bought for scrubbing vegetables. He grabbed my tits and scraped the gloves over them.

"Would you rather have Ryan screwing you?" he asked.

"No sir, I want only you." I replied.

"You did an excellent job of flirting with Ryan, he had an erection the whole time until you went to bed. Maybe next time I'll allow him to have you." my cunt shivered around his cock and he smiled at me. My body stiffened as I approached my climax which came with a scream, surprisingly from me.

After filling me with his essence he pulled his cock out and replaced it with two gloved fingers. Ouch. He put the fingers in my mouth, rough and tasting of both of us. "I love you," he whispered.

I love you, sir." I responded.

I lowered my legs, relaxing at last. He kissed both my tits and removed his gloves. Taking my hand he pulled me up, adjusted my knickers so that they covered my cunt, just. He rearranged my tits in the bra so that I looked almost respectable, not respectable but tidy.

Chris was naked, I was in the clothes I started with minus the dress. He led me into the lounge and sat me on the settee. "Don't move," he ordered as he went off to the kitchen. He returned with a tray containing a bottle of champagne, a bottle of his whisky and three glasses, two whisky one champagne.

"Would you like whisky or champagne?"

"Whisky, please," I asked. I was not going to drink a whole bottle of champagne and I enjoy a good whisky. "Two cubes." Chris poured two large ones into the whisky glasses before going for ice.

We sat together, him naked with his arm around me and my head on his shoulder. He had allowed me to take the shoes off, otherwise I was in my underwear. I felt warm, loved and protected.

We were sipping our whisky and luxuriating in the silence. My free hand went down to hold his prick, sticky and not up to its usual magnificence although it would not be that way for long.

Sure enough his lovely cock was growing. I finished my whisky, stood and pulled my knickers down. I took the whisky from him and finished it, putting the glass down. I knelt across him and put that lovely cock in my cunt.

With my hands on his shoulders I bounced up and down on his cock and my tits bounced beautifully in the little bra. I could see that he appreciated them, watching them gyrate before grabbing them.

Going back to watching my tits he held my hips and helped me bounce, we were both laughing. I leant forward and kissed him. I felt him cum inside me with some hefty jerks.

He stood picking me up with my legs round him and holding my bum. "Pick up the whisky," I grabbed the bottle and he carried me to the bedroom. He lay me face down on the bed. "That was very naughty taking advantage of me like that, I will have to punish you."

He smacked my arse, certainly not as hard as previously, lots of smacks, stinging rather than painful. He unhooked my bra and started massaging my bum with the fancy smelling cream he had given me earlier. He ran his hands up my back but mainly concentrated on my bum.

He was running his thumbs up my crack, getting closer and closer to my holes. I was getting hotter and hotter. He started nibbling my ear, gradually working his way on top of me. "Use your hands to spread your cheeks," he ordered. My heart was racing my cunt and arse were wide open to him.

His cock was moving up and down my crack over my bumhole and cunt, pushing against my clit. His cock changed direction and went into my cunt and out again, pausing at my bumhole wiping my cunt juices on it. And then it was in me, in my cunt. I gripped it, I wanted it, I loved it.

"Thank you sir, thank you," I gasped. He moved his hands onto my tits I lifted up so he could grip them. He squeezed my nipples while he rammed into me. "Harder," I begged, meaning tweaking my nipples as I thought he could not fuck me any harder.

Lightning shot between my nipples and cunt, excluding my brain which was in another place. The lightning struck, arching my back, head back I screamed. I flooded the bed. He squeezed my nipples harder, I screamed again as I had another orgasm or maybe the same one.

I collapsed onto his hands, literally and figuratively fucked. "Thank you sir," I gasped. He continued fucking me, now slowly and gently. He nibbled my ear lobe.

"Oh what fun we'll have this weekend," he whispered. Quietly climaxing in me. He inserted a finger in my cunt, covering it with our fluids and then pushing it up my arse to the first knuckle. "You didn't expect it to survive the two weeks, did you?"

Did I? I don't know. Do I want him to fuck my arse? I don't know. Did I consider this when I signed up? To be honest I did, when I said anything arse fucking was possible. I may change my mind.

He smacked my arse. "Sit up." he poured two glasses of his Scotch, water glasses and no ice. We sat on the bed talking and giggling in a similar situation as the lounge on the settee. We finished our drink.

"Go and wash up, you have a busy weekend ahead of you."