Sarahs Sense Of Scents Ch 07

Sorry for the long delay between chapters; sometimes life just intrudes on your creativity. I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.

There are various elements to this series: Fetish, Cuckold, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome constructive criticism.

Chapter 7

As I drove across town, the sense of bravado that I had absorbed from my boss-lovers began to wane, battling with guilt and even a bit of shame over what I had been up to.

The truth was, Matt was not a bad guy. For all of his failure to be what I now knew that I wanted; no, needed, he did love me, or at least truly value my presence in his life. He hadn't done anything to me to justify crushing his spirit. In the end, I had to be able to reconcile how I handled his emotions with who I wanted to be.

On the other hand, I also knew that, having tasted of the sweetness of this newly discovered side of myself, I could not go back to who I was. Whatever I had uncovered of myself, it was more truly me than I had been before. I was submissive, but even in that, I was stronger, more self-confident. I had figured out who I was, but I wasn't sure that newly discovered person could stand the bland taste of mediocrity.

I drove with the windows open and the AC off. Usually the Florida heat dictated that from early April to late November, the AC was turned on as soon as the engine fired up, but today, I reveled a little bit in the sloppy humid heat. It didn't take long before I felt the wet slime of sweat under my armpits, followed by the first tickling trickles as it ran down. Delays from debris in the roads and some road closures meant traffic moved slo, and what should have been a 30-40 minute drive took me over an hour. By the time I got home, parked the car and wound the windows up, I could already smell the heady mixture of sweat and stale sex.

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Even as I turned the key in the lock, I still hadn't formulated how I would handle Matt. I had been discourteous and even disrespectful to him in not communicating with him. I had to balance contrition and control.

"Well, look who's finally home," he commented snarkily from the couch, game controller in his hand as usual. To his credit, he at least paused the game to look at me.

I signed. "Listen, I'm really sorry, Matt. I know I should have called, or texted more information, but first we were really busy with the relief stuff, then by the time we got to P & Kareena's house, we were exhausted, and after a couple of drinks, well, you know I don't drink much anyway, and I guess I was more tired than I thought, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in a strange bed."

I won't lie; I did feel a little twinge of guilt as I realized I'd left out a few details.

"Oh, and I also became a willing and submissive slut for my boss and his hot wife, pleasuring them and being wildly fucked, sucked, fingered and driven to orgasm after orgasm until right now, I stand before you physically drained of energy but undoubtedly still full of his sweet, thick cum in all three of my orifices."

Yeah, I kind of left that part out.

Matt just kind of looked at me. "Just a call, Sarah. I'm just sayin', that would have been nice. I mean, it was Saturday night, and you know Saturdays are.., well, you know, I really look forward to our Saturday nights."

And just like that, I knew he was absolutely, 100% pussy-whipped. By MY pussy.

I smiled at him, coyly. "Oh, did you miss me? DId you miss me, or...did you miss...me?" I asked, running my hand over my right tit, cupping it towards him. His eyes glued themselves to my display. For good measure, I lowered my left arm, gently sliding my purse off of my shoulder and easing it to the floor. I took that hand and suggestively rubbed it across my crotch over my shorts.

"You know, it may be Sunday afternoon, and it might be broad daylight, but..." I teasingly raised my sweat-soaked T-shirt to just below my bare breasts, "...I could probably be talked into letting you get a little...taste..." I flashed him my right breast "...of the good life..." my voice trailed off as I slowly moved towards the bedroom.

There was no contention that I should owe him something for doing him wrong. There was no protest about the inequality. There was just the quick rise from the couch and an eager move towards me. I stopped him at the bedroom door, placing my hand on his chest to stop him.

"Yeah, I thought you might want that," I teased. "But listen," I continued, a serious look coming across my face, "I am tired, I am hot, and I am sweaty," I continued, omitting "and full of and glazed by another man's more virulent seed". "The deal is this: you get me as is, where is. We get done, I take a shower, and then I go to bed."

"You...you don't want," he stammered. I knew he could smell my funk, I was pretty sure of it, anyway.. "You don't want to take a shower...first?" he asked timidly. I could see both the hope and the conflict on his countenance.

I recognized this is as a crucial point in our journey forward, if there was to be one.

"Baby, listen," I started, even as I pulled my sweaty shirt over my head, baring my breasts and revealing that I was braless, "I am still pretty tired. If you want to fool around, it's gotta be right now. As is, where is. Yeah, I'm probably a bit sweaty," and cum soaked, I thought, "and ordinarily yeah, I'd hit the shower first." I eased my shorts off as I continued. Matt's eyes bulged as he realized that my bra wasn't the only under garment missing. "But today, once I take a shower, a long, hot shower, I'm going to bed. To sleep," I added pointedly. "So if you want some of this," I swept my hand like I'd taken on a new career as a hand model, "then come get it now. Your choice, but make it quickly." I turned and headed into the bedroom.

I didn't even have to look back to know the little puppy was following me. Reaching the unmade bed, I turned and stood at the foot. I smiled at him, then sat and laid back, slowly, seductively spreading my legs just a few inches.

"Good boy, I knew you'd make the right choice." I smiled at him. "Now, come here," I crooked my finger at him and almost immediately he was standing in front of me. Already, I could see his cock hardening, bulging somewhat against the material. I couldn't help but compare it to P's impressive manhood. Matt didn't fare well in the comparison, but hey, he was here and he was willing.

I reached out and rubbed it lightly, and I know that Matt was thinking he was about to be the recipient of one of my superb blowjobs. (Hey, I've never had any complaints!) I dispelled that quickly.

"Kneel down here, Matt," I ordered softly. I opened my legs a little more. It didn't take but a moment for me to smell the musty, sweaty scent of the last 24 hours, and I knew Matt could as well.

I put my hand under his chin, tilting his head back slightly. "Look at me, Matt. That's it. Baby, I may be tired, but I am so, so horny for you. Right now, I really, really want to feel your tongue on me, in me. You're so fucking good with your mouth, baby; the best. Please, baby...eat me..."

This was the moment of truth. Later, looking at it objectively, I recognized the paradox at play in that moment. If he bowed to my will, I knew that he'd be doing something he didn't want to do, something he abhorred, because he was too afraid not to. That would make it harder to respect him.

On the other hand, if he stuck to his guns and told me to go wash the funk off of me before he would consider being intimate with him, I'd respect that, but I'd also know that there was no way I could - or would - lay aside this newfound part of my sexual identity, so it would eventually be a death knell for our relationship.

I'm not saying my reasoning was sound or fair; I only barely understood it myself. I knew myself well enough to know that I wouldn't be ugly about it, but the last 24 hours had shown me that I was done hiding my desires just to avoid offending somebody else's sensibilities.

In retrospect, I suppose there was one way that Matt could chalk up a win at this point. If my boldness and my conscious enjoyment of my body's natural aroma had unleashed a similar desire in him, then I suppose we could remain a couple, although I was sure I wasn't giving up P and Kareena and our new reality.

At any rate, for the moment, anyway, Matt was a good little soldier. My hand on top of his head, I pulled him towards my crotch. For just half a second, I thought I felt him stop, but then he just leaned in and began to do what he did so well.

As tired as I was, and as sexually satiated as I had been during my time with my bosses, it took a while for me to climb the mountain. Poor Matt kept at it, though I am sure his tongue felt like it had entered an oral Ironman contest. I thought for a bit I might have to just give him a reprieve, and let him climb on board and take his pleasure in my sore little pussy.

Eventually, though, I did get there, though I'm pretty sure Matt wouldn't have been pleased to know that it was less about his technical cunnilingual skills that stoked my fires than it was the comparison I was making in my head. Even as his tongue circled and stroked my clit for the thousandth time, my head was back and my eyes were closed, seeing...Kareena's dark hair between my thighs, her knowing lips and tongue, instinctively reading my body's responses...knowing just when to switch from a long, bottom to top lick to a suction on my swollen bud...knowing just when the time was right to prod and enter my little rosebud with her middle finger...knowing just when to add two and then three pistoning fingers to my clutching, gushing pussy...

As soon as I could see Kareena in my head, I found myself on the verge of orgasm. Where I had been struggling to find arousal a minute earlier, now I was trying to ride the wave as long as I could, relishing the memories almost as much as I was the impending explosion between my legs.

Matt, relieved to sense I was getting close, doubled down, completely unaware that he was little more than a third party at this point. Just as the wave came crashing over me, I pulled his face tightly against me. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, feeling no small disappointment in finding it was him, not Kareena, looking up at me. His eyes registered shock at my unbridled pleasure. I realized I was cursing at him.

"FUCK! EAT THAT FUCKING PUSSY!! That's it; take it! Taste it! Arrgggghhhhhhhh!" And take it he did, and taste it he did, because for the first time, he felt me squirt as I came, and his tired, extended tongue and open mouth caught much of my pleasure. Like a football captain with the prom queen, in my zeal I clutched him desperately against me crotch as I inundated him.

When the waves finally settled a bit, and I collapsed back on to the bed, I wasn't at all surprised when Matt rose, spreading and lifting my legs, and immediately sought to plunge himself into me. He was frantic to get himself into me, and he stabbed at me once, then twice, each time sliding up over my clit because of the excessive wetness from his earlier efforts and my intense orgasm. This proved to be his undoing. On his third missed attempt, he slid again up and over my swollen bud, almost triggering yet another orgasm for me.

"Shit!" To be honest, as much as the slide through my slurping rough and the eroticism of the boundaries he had crossed, I think my moan may have been his undoing. I felt a warm splash on my belly, the first landing just below my breasts, causing me to look down. Following instinct, he pumped again and again in my furrow, each time he came to the top he gave another spurt, each a little weaker than the next. Finally, he caught his breath and looked up at me sheepishly.

"Sarah, I'm sorry, I don't know what, I mean, I was just so-"

"Shhh," I silenced him, reaching up and putting a finger across his lips. "It's okay. I got mine, too, don't forget." This seemed to placate his frail male ego, at least a bit.

"But now, baby, I need you to do one more thing for me..."

With my hand on his head, I pushed his face towards the mess he had left on my abdomen. When he realized what my intention was, he balked. I locked eyes with him.

"But..." he started to protest.

"Matt," I deadpanned. "You made this mess, now clean it up. I swallow when you cum, don't I?" I realized as I said this that I actually had no intention of ever swallowing Matt's cum ever again.

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing, mister. If you ever want to cum in, on, or anywhere near me, you need to do this." I saw him balk, but I was sticking to my guns on this. "And you need to do this now."

Ten minutes and several suppressed gagging sounds later, his place permanently fixed beneath me in the order of dominance, I rose, kissed him on the tip of his nose, and strode off to the bathroom.

NOW, I needed a hot shower and a good night's sleep.

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