Back home

As you walk through the door of your suburban home, the silence is almost deafening. Your mind is still racing from the book club meeting you just attended, where the discussion of the latest feelings empowered and charged with a sexual energy you haven't felt in years.

You make your way to the bedroom, shedding clothes as you go. Your mind is focused on one thing and one thing only: satisfying your insatiable hunger for pleasure. You find your husband Greg, an unassuming 50-year-old with a beer belly and a stubby cock, lounging on the bed, watching TV.

You quickly strip him of his clothes, your movements deliberate and full of purpose. You take his soft dick in your hand, feeling it come to life under your touch. You take it in your mouth, sucking and licking until it's rock hard. You mount him, feeling his average length but thick dick fill you up. But just as you're about to reach your peak, he prematurely ejaculates inside of you.

Frustration boils over in you. You pull him back, forcing him onto his back. You begin to chant rhythmically, gyrating your wet cunt on his face. You **** him to lap at your clit, feeling wave after wave of pleasure wash over you as you squirt all over his face and hairy chest.

As the orgasms subside, you lay there, spent and satisfied. But you know this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, you start your apprenticeship, and you will become a master of this game of power and pleasure.