She set her small overnight bag down as soon as she was inside and started taking off her clothes. Clothes is overstated. All Meagan had on was a dress. Why put on more when it will be coming off in few minutes? She had no makeup, no jewelry, hair in a pony tail, just as He preferred her. After weeks of texts and getting together for short visits during lunch or time meant for going to the gym they were going to have a full day and night together. Her husband was going out of town for a fraternity golf tournament. He left earlier and would not be back until late tomorrow.  She was early and wanted to be kneeling on her spot before He got out of bed. He had shown her how and where she was to kneel but their time together was so limited she did not have to kneel for long so she had been practicing at home. If she was alone she would kneel in the floor to watch tv. She had even done it at work. She lowered her chair so she could kneel in it and do her work. She told the few coworkers who noticed that sitting like that helped when her lower back hurt. Megan had also been letting the little strip of hair above her pussy grow. She had kept it trimmed short but was letting it grow longer wider. He liked to rub it with his fingers and because of the honey blond color he called her “little caramel kitten“. She liked the way he said ‘care a mel‘ when talking about her but said ‘car ml‘ the rest of the time. Other times he would call her tabby cat or young pet, but never Megan. She always thought of him as He or Him and called him Sir, never master or Mike.

She clasped her hands behind her back. She was afraid if she didn’t she would start touching herself as she often did when kneeling at home. She seemed to be touching herself  constantly since He had come into her life. She had never masturbated until He had told her to. He had made her do it at work and other places around town. Now she was doing it every morning in the shower. Sometimes in the middle of the night while her husband slept beside her. But not this past week. He told her no touching, no climaxes, no orgasms. He said she would need everyone of them for this weekend. She had been prepared to feel sick last night but her husband was more worried about being rested for his golf game. As if he wouldn’t be drunk before the ninth hole.

She did not know He was there until he grabbed her ponytail. For a big man he could move quietly when he wanted. “Good morning tabby cat. How about a hello kiss?” She waited until he moved in front of her and then she kissed his cock, licking the head and trying to suck it into her mouth. “You may use your hands tabby cat.” She wrapped one hand around his shaft, guiding him deeper into her mouth. Her other hand went between her legs. Something new he has had her do since the Sandwich Shop escapade. The first time they were together after that he had her lay on the kitchen island and masturbate while he watched. She had felt so embarrassed. Until he said in a soft quiet voice, “You are doing this for me. To show me how important I am to you. Come for me little caramel  kitten.” She did. Now when he had her do it she was not allowed to climax. She knew he was testing her will power, her devotion. She was surprised when he pulled out early. “At ease tabby cat.” This meant for her to stop touching herself and to rest her hands on her legs. She heard him moving around in the kitchen. Then he went to the back of the house where the extra bedrooms were. This was why she had been practicing kneeling. She knew since they had time he would not be in a rush.

“On your perch pet.” He said when he walked back into the room. Megan went to a large square ottoman in the center of the room and got on top of it on her hands and knees. Now she was at the right height for him to take her from behind or use her mouth. He stepped closer and tied a blindfold over her eyes, then began running his hands over her body. She knew part of this was an inspection. One time her legs needed shaving and he punished her, then he shaved her.  Other times he would remark on her muscle tone and stressed that she need to keep up her work outs. She knew the other reason he did this  was he liked her body. The way it looked. The way it felt under his hands. And that made her happy. He moved in front of her. “Taste me”. She opened her lips and he slid his cock into her mouth and grabbed the sides of her head. Then she felt something rubbing her pussy. It was the  head of cock and it was pushing in! Hands grabbed her hips as the cock was thrust in deeper. Megan tried to move but He was holding her head very tight. She tried to yell ‘RED” but his cock filled her mouth. The cock behind her was bigger than His and began slowly fucking her. One of the hands moved down her stomach and the fingers began teasing her clit. The grip on her head tightened as He pulled his cock out of her mouth and leaned down to her ear. “Breathe my young pet. Breathe. He does not know your name. He does not live in this town or in this state. After today you will never see him again. My perfect little caramel kitten our time has been too short. Things have been too rushed. Yet you have been the best pet a man could ask for. You are strong and I know today you will make me proud“. He released her head, gave her nipple a good hard pinch and said “Oh….you are free to have climaxes today.”

She could not believe it. He was sharing her. Letting someone else fuck her. She was just a piece of property to be passed around to his friends. But whoever it was knew what they were doing. The fingers on her clit were magical. She felt like a violin being played by a maestro and was he was playing a concerto. She refused to come. He said it was okay but they were His. It did not seem right to let someone else take one. But she could not stop it. It was if her orgasm was tied to a string and the maestro was pulling it slowly, steadily until he had it. She couldn’t stop the moan either. The maestro pulled out and she felt another cock entering her. Oh no, not another one she thought, until she felt a familiar grip on her pony tail. Her blindfold was removed, the maestro was in front of her but all she could see was his huge cock. Without being told she opened her mouth and it was quickly filled. Since He was pulling her head back by her pony tail the long cock slipped all the way into her throat. She fought the urge to gag as the two of them began to fuck her at the same time. Synchronized. In then out. In then out. She knew she would not get to find out if men’s come tasted different, when this guy came it would shoot straight into her stomach. When they finished she knew He had come. She had felt his hot come and heard his deep groan. But she did not think the maestro had. When she looked at him he was not as tall or as muscular as Him but it looked as if he had a hammer handle sticking out in front. The maestro was still very hard. She felt a hand on her arm, “Stand up tabby cat”. She stood and He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her on the bed and said “tabby met Derik. Derik say hello to tabby.”  The maestro, Derik, placed his head between her legs. She had thought his fingers were magical, until she felt his tongue. Until now His was the only tongue she had known and it was fantastic. Her husband had tried a few times during the honeymoon phase but it was awkward, uncomfortable, and quickly forgotten when he learned he could go straight to intercourse without any foreplay. But the maestro was on a different level. The movement of his tongue was more nuanced, more subtle. Then she realized not only was he pleasuring her he was cleaning her. She was having her first threesome and now one man was licking another man’s come out of her pussy. Megan imagined she knew how Alice felt when she fell down the rabbit hole. She would not have been shocked if she opened her eyes to see Derik standing there with his hammer handle dick painted blue and a red octopus on his shoulder. She didn’t think anything could surprise her now. She was wrong.

“Wake up bitch!” Megan had drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t someone pinching her labia and giving it a sharp tug that woke her, it was the voice. The voice was like a slap to the face. “Wake up bitch!”

It was a woman’s voice.


To be continued…