"So my place or yours?" I asked.
She slid her hand over my growing bulge, straining my zipper.
"Does he want out?" she asked, playfully.
I fervently nodded.
"Well he'll just have to wait until we get to my place." she teased.
"Fuck!" I thought. She kept her hand on my lap, rubbing me as we drove. Luckily her place was only a few minutes away.
We pulled in and I practically ran to the door. She slowly got out and sauntered to the door with a teasing grin on her face.
She opened the door and I started upstairs.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"Where do you think?" I said, motioning to her bedroom.
"Umm, you better go sit down if you want anymore of this pussy. I need to go change and clean up from you earlier."
I huffed in disappointment and reached out to get one last feel of her legs in pantyhose.
She turned away and started up the stairs, "Don't worry, you'll like what I change into."
I went over and slumped on the couch. I checked my phone, one message. It was from her. "Sorry I totally forgot about the museum benefit. please dont be mad." I was about to respond when I heard her coming down the stairs.
My jaw nearly dropped. She had her hair down to one side (I always loved that). She was wearing a black corset with gold trim, a lacey black night gown and black seamed stockings with a reinforced toe.
She gave me a devious grin as she slowly walked towards me.
"I told you, you'd like it. Now about this..." she said, rubbing her hand against my aching cock.
"He needs out doesnt he?" she said, leaning in to kiss me. Her perfume was intoxicating.
She pulled away from my lips and got on her knees. She undid my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.
She hungrily glared at my stiff cock, before giving it a few playful licks. I was in blissful agony. She engulfed me in her mouth, deep throating me. I let out a low groan.
She licked up and down my shaft, and even though I had just came less than an hour ago; she had me on the verge.
Two loud knocks at the door jolted me out of the moment. "Who the fuck is that?" I thought.
She grinned as she took my cock out of her mouth. "Its open!" she said, before she deepthroated me again.
The door opened slowly. "I guess this is whoever she had called when we left." I thought, hoping it was one of her girl friends.
In walked a guy about my height (5'10") and build (dad bod). He looked a bit younger than me, maybe late 20s. He had a bit of scruff on his chin. He looked over at us and looked as confused as I was.
Without stopping with me, she beckoned him over with a finger and motioned for him to sit on the couch next to me. He did without question.
He pulled his jeans down and his erect dick flopped free of his boxers. He was about as long as me (6.5") but girthier.
She took my cock out of her mouth, scooted over and began to devour his.
I was in a daze. This was definitely not how I thought this night was gonna go. I took my shirt off and kicked off the rest of my clothes.
Just as my dick was starting to deflate, she reached over, grasped it and began stroking it. I looked over at him, he had his eyes closed, lightly moaning.
She pulled back and had him take the rest of his clothes off and then stood up and motioned for us to move further apart. She shimmied in between us, stretching out a leg across our laps.
My hands immediately went to her leg, the feel of her stockings was amazing. He went for her neck and started to nibble at her throat, his hand caressing her breast through the corset.
She turned to me and we shared a deep kiss as my hand found its way to her dripping pussy. I inserted a finger and she began to moan as she wirthed.
Her hands found their way to our cocks and she began to stroke us. He pulled her breasts free from her corset and began sucking and biting at her nipple.
I grasped her other nipple, pinched it and rolled it between my thumb and index finger. I felt her body shudder as she cut few sharp breaths.
I pulled out my finger, raised it up to her lips and she eagerly sucked on it, giving me a lustful grin.
He made his way down to her pussy and began to slowly lap at her clit. Her breathing got heavy and she groaned as she pushed his head into her with her calf.
"Fuuucccckkkk!" she shuddered.
She looked down at him and began to grind against his face. Her hand still gripped my dick but she had stopped stroking.
"Fuck... Don't fucking... Stop..." She said through ragged breaths.
I just watched, my dick aching for some relief. She grabbed his head and pushed him into her even more.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh my fucking! God!" She screamed as she came. I reached up to her throat and choked her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she let out a gutteral moan. She bucked against his face and came for a solid minute it felt.
I let go of her throat and she took a deep breath. He pulled back, face dripping. She closed her eyes, catching her breath as her lower half twitched.
"Is mistress pleased?" He asked.
She nodded, pulling him into a deep kiss. "Mistress is very pleased." She then bit at his earlobe and whispered something to him.
I was a bit taken aback. "Mistress?" When did she get into that? She was the one who liked being dommed." I thought.
She looked over at me, noticing my confused look. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna try and dom you. I'd never try to dom... daddy." She said with a devilish grin.
She stood up, pushing him into the arm of the couch. "Since you were such a good boy, you get to stroke that fat cock while I ride daddy's."
