She, part 3 (Maria)
The morning after I had taken Jamies's virginity, I bumped into him first thing in the kitchen. I had hoped that I might grab a few minutes alone-time for a cup of tea and a bit of toast, but there he was, giving me those puppy-dog eyes.
We talked for a bit about last night and it was obvious that the kid had the serious hots for me, his boner was pointing at me through his boxers like a rocket on the launch-pad at Cape Canaveral on final countdown.
I very, very rarely pander to my partners sexual needs if I am not getting something out the deal, but for this once, I decided to give him what he missed out on last night. Dropping to my knees, I fished his cock from his boxers and blew him, he lasted all of thirty seconds before filling my mouth. I heard my husband coming down the stairs and kept Jamies cock in my mouth until the very last moment, getting all he had to give me.
To be honest I was quite reluctant to give up my prize because I had never tasted sperm so sweet before, but an opportunity arose that was too good to resist.
Giving Jamie a quick peck on the cheek, I turned to give my husband passionate kiss. I felt him shudder as my tongue invaded his peppermint flavoured mouth and he returned the kiss with an equal, if not stronger passion. I was conscious of his son behind us but I think Eric had lost all inhibitions the moment he tasted the sperm in my mouth.
"I need you to fuck me." I whispered so only he could hear.
We left a bemused Jamie behind and he half carried me, half dragged me to the bedroom before giving me what I had craved.
Jamie was out before we came down, the house was empty and it gave us chance to talk about the previous night properly.
"I think your son loves me Eric, it might be a problem."
"Do you love him?"
"Not in the way that you are implying, I love him as a mother would. As a lover, no."
He sighed and said softly, "How are we going to handle it?"
"I honestly don't know, but pandora is out of the box now and there is no putting her back."
He sighed again before saying, "He looked so happy this morning, I can't remember the last time I saw him smile with his whole face like that, it was nice."
"The blowjob helped!" I laughed.
"No love, seriously. He is happy and it's been a long time since I could say that about him, would it be so bad if we carried this on for just a little while?"
I laughed, "You just want to be cuckolded you nasty, nasty man."
He smiled that goofy grin that I adore and wrinkled his nose before nodding in agreement.
Later that day I had to go into work, one of the bartenders, Darren, had had a small problem with one of my doormen. Apparently he had overstepped the line and hurt a good customer in front of the Friday night crowd.
Darren had asked me to have a discrete word with the doorman about the way he had managed situation. It seemed like he had frogmarched the man out of the club through a crowd of onlookers and badly sprained the man's wrist. My problem was, the man was Lord Peterson.
He had major influence among the type of clientele that we catered for, and very good friends with one person in particular, the Prime Minister.
I reviewed the CCTV and found that Peterson had abused one of my waitresses, he was obviously drunk or high and had pulled her onto his lap and shoved his hand into her panties. If she had been consenting then, well that would be that, but she was quite obviously upset by the direct nature of the attack.
The doorman had acted quite correctly and Darren should've seen that, but none-the-less I had to diplomatically deal with it.
We cater for what you would call, the more kinky side of humanity, the BDSM crowd. My club has been established for about twenty years now and we have some of the most influential business leaders and politicians as clients.
Eric had told his son that I was in show business, it was easier than the truth. We had eluded that I was in the theatre and I suppose I am in a way, what I did for a living was quite theatrical, I was one of the most revered mistresses in the country. Eric had been one of my best submissives until I made the mistake of getting too close, I fell in love.
I now own Nightmoves, the premier BDSM club in northern Europe. I had to handle this in a way that both parties would find amicable or risk a major headache.
I had Shelly, the waitress concerned to come into my office for a chat. She was genuinely upset about the matter and wanted him barred for life. For obvious reasons I couldn't do that so after a discussion with my manager, I put a suggestion to Shelly that she might be happy with.
Lord Peterson was a bit of a masochist but under the right conditions, he became one of the most submissive and pliant men you could ever wish to meet. Mistress Aveline, a dear American friend of mine, had the man on a string. We had known each other for years and she worked occasionally with me. Now sometimes, she worked for me.
It was arranged that Lord Peterson would have an evening hour session with Mistress Aveline this coming Saturday evening, Shelly would be on hand and in the room to help.
Henry Peterson would literally die if she commanded him to, and a whole evening session with her was beyond his wildest dreams. He hadn't been in her good books for some reason or other and she had not allowed him to be in her presence in over six months. The humiliation of having the young waitress also in the room was an added bonus as far as he was concerned.
I made sure that The Duchess Suite was free for the evening and had the various toys and equipment on hand and placed within easy reach of the mistress. Shelly was more than willing to help and the added 50% to her wage-cheque this month also helped too.
I was to be present in the club Saturday evening anyway, so it would be very pleasurable to look in on the nights entertainment in the comfort of my office on my closed circuit tv system.
Eric had been due to go to a seminar in Bradford the coming weekend, but it was cancelled at the last minute so I decided to bring him along to service me while I watched the show.
Jamie wasn't too happy because he had hoped to be seeing me while his dad was away for two whole days, but hey-ho, c'est-la-vie as they say.
I made time for Jamie on the Friday evening and told him that if he did a good job of eating me out, I might just do him in the ass like I did to his father the day he watched us. He brought me to two wonderful orgasms while his dad was playing badminton with his tennis pals. I let him cum inside me but he had to clean me after, I think he started to enjoy that as much as fucking me.
Saturday afternoon, I made a few calls to make sure the room was set before meeting my husband at the tennis court. We had a quick light lunch in town before heading to the club around 7pm, we had a drink in the bar and was met by an overexcited Shelly who was positively gushing.
Mistress Aveline arrived looking radiant, she had an air of authority and superiority oozing from every pore in her body. I even had to reinsert my husbands tongue back into his gaping mouth as she passed, which was quite amusing.
We air-kissed on greeting and I showed her to her room for the evening, I introduced her formally to Shelly as we walked although I am sure they knew each other in passing. Shelly followed behind us with her head slightly bowed showing her submissiveness reverence to us both dutifully, which didn't go unappreciated.
Once inside the suite, Mistress Aveline inspected the whips and toys that were laid out on the table,
"Sufficient." She said, in her slow Texan drawl.
