Hotwife telling to bull

I'm sitting in my apartment high above the roofs of a big city. Because I often do business in this city, my company pays my rent. An ideal place for a love nest. It is already 6.30 p.m. We had an appointment at 6:15 p.m.

I think about the last year. You were good, even shy. But then came the time when you changed more and more. Every time we met you had a new outfit with you. We then stowed it in the cupboards, mostly smeared with semen. The heel height of your shoes kept getting higher. You even bought boots with 12 cm heels. I loved the change. Your lips were mostly made up blood red on the last dates. And your language had turned very vulgar. Yes, you even had your tongue pierced. You wanted to change even more than I ever thought you would. "Bimbo bitch" I often called you when my cock was hard and my mind was sitting somewhere waiting for it to crawl out after sex. And then you told me that you wanted to tell your husband everything. Because at home you were still the gray mouse, with a pretty body but well-behaved and inconspicuous. Your poor husband, he didn't seem to know anything about you anymore. After all, your tongue piercing, your outfits and your make-up stayed here in our slob. Did I forget something? Yes, you had discovered my porn stories at Chyoa and wanted to blow smoke over my cock and so cigarettes came into our booth, which you have been needing more and more urgently for a few months so as not to get nervous. I saw this as a purely sex relationship. You didn't mean anything to me, but I loved having sex with you. I would have loved to have seen you in one of your hot outfits and fucked you in front of your husband. Because at home you were still the gray mouse, with a pretty body but well-behaved and inconspicuous. Your poor husband, he didn't seem to know anything about you anymore.

I hear clicking noises in the hallway. Obviously not by you. Because your well-behaved sneakers that you otherwise wear don't clatter. Then I hear the key turn in the door. You open it, see my puzzled face, turn around and stop after a long drawn out "Tataaaaaaaaa".

I'm still amazed. You look at me, reach into your purse and take out cigarettes. "Phew, now I need one". I'm still amazed. "You're not that far from home, are you? I ask indignantly. "If your husband saw you like that? Are you the fat prey of madness?”

You just smile vulgarly, kneel down in front of me and open the crotch of my trousers. Press a finger to my lips and breathe "Psssst, you'll like what I'm about to tell you." And while you slowly start to jerk off my cock you tell me your story.

"I'm tired of this secrecy. You made me a bitch baby” you start your narration. "I'm not the good wifey I used to be and all the pretending doesn't work anymore. I need cigarettes, feel naked without lipstick and feel like a nun when I'm wearing my "good wife's clothes". My husband asks me what's going on and I'm lying. What should I do? Gentle, regretful confession? No, I don't regret anything. Hard confession? Yes, it's better, but how. And then I had an idea. Very hard confession, so that the wimp understands it too."

You keep jerking me off The feeling that your black leather gloves create on my cock is so cool. You take my cock in your red mouth for a moment, suck on it and when you play with your tongue I can feel the small metal ball, which excites my glans so enormously.

"Mhh, your cock is really delicious" you whistle and continue to tell. "So after my husband got home from work and got comfortable in front of his beloved TV, I went to the bathroom. I took a long shower, applied lotion and opened the bathroom door. "Honey" I lied. "Could you take my brush out of my handbag, otherwise I'll get everything all wet" And so my husband trotted to my handbag lying on the shelf and unexpectedly stumbled over a few things that probably took his breath away for a moment"

You suck my cock again, smiling smugly with a touch of arrogance.

"What do you think he finds instead of the brush? My dark red lipstick meant for you. My cigarettes, condoms... everything a good woman doesn't have in her handbag. Sure to have found something that exposed me, he was shocked. I heard that from his call of "What's that?" the subsequent pattering towards the bathroom and the horrified "Can you explain that to me?". Oh how I was waiting for this. I was completely prepared for this situation. I was the bitch and the fingers in my cunt had made me wet. So I then turned away from the sink, fingers still in the cunt. He held the things in his hands like a dead mouse. And so I started explaining to him like a toddler what things mean. He stood still, speechless as expected. "Those are cigarettes," I said calmly. “The woman smokes when she feels like it” Reached for the box, took out a cigarette butt and ignited it with the lighter that came with it. I blew the smoke right in his face. "It's a lipstick, looks great when I wear it" And while I was putting on my lips, the guy was still standing behind me, pale as a sheet. "And they are Parisians. I put it over his big hard cock with my engraver before he fucks me hard and extensively. "He still keeps his hands in a bowl and is flabbergasted." "And that are condoms. I put it over the big hard cock of my bull before he fucks me hard and extensively.

IN THE LOFT

I'm also a little shocked at your husband's audacity, but I can imagine the situation and my cock gets hard as you use the pause to shove my cock deep down your throat a few times. You pull me up from the armchair, make yourself comfortable in it and spread your legs. Your ultra-short leather mini slides up and reveals your shaved pussy. I am bewildered. Because on our last date you still had a black bush at this point. I know what you want and so I start to lick your wet cunt. The sweet smell, the beguiling taste. Your clit hardening immediately. You turn Me On. I lick and you keep talking while you let out a slight moan.

“Where have I stopped?” you start rhetorically. “So I turned to the mirror and started putting makeup on my eyes, hearing him sniffle. "Are you cheating on me?" he asked. "No, I'm fucking with someone else, that's all," I told him coldly. I turned around, saw a tear in his eyes. So I had to choose the really hard gait. "So, my cuckolded husband. Since you know everything, you prepare me for my lover,” I ordered him. "Get some shaving things and shave my cunt" Man, the guy really is such a wimp. Trotted past me, head hanging, fetching shaving cream and blades, shaving me as gently as only a loving husband can. And you know what the most amazing thing was. He got horny too. I saw a bulge in his pants. "Pants off" I ordered. And the guy obeyed me too. So, I stood in front of him, smoking a cigarette, looking down at the worm, examining my smooth cunt and pointing my finger imperiously between my legs. He actually licked me without a word. The bulge in his pants got bigger and I think he thought for a moment that I was playing. "Go to the closet, left door, there's my outfit," I ordered and he started slurping.

IN THE LOFT

At this point I have to intervene before you get the wrong idea. I set you up in the armchair, look deep into your eyes and slowly but steadily pull on your labia. As so often, I'll show you who's boss. But your story also makes me horny. My horny fuck mare as dominating hotwife. How cool. I steer you onto the chair with your ass facing me. Take some cunt slime, moisten your asshole and penetrate with a violent thrust into you, moaning loudly you take my piston. I push you slowly but hard. "Tell me more, bitch," I urge you.

"OK. My loser trudges to the closet with his head hanging down, where he finds the leather mini, my blouse and the pointed leather boots that I'm wearing today. Sexy? He laid the things down submissively. But I hugged him. "Come on, what about the stockings and my suspenders?" So he trotted off again. I meanwhile put my piercing in my tongue. I showed him my piercing, he swallowed, stood there like a drowned poodle. I ordered him to get on his knees and put on my nylons and he did. He unzipped my boots, I slipped in and pressed his heel firmly into his nipples so that my foot slipped properly into the boots. He whimpered and I reveled in it. The same game with the 2nd boot and I whispered to him if it couldn't be faster. Now only the leather mini was missing, because I put on the blouse myself and, as you can see, knotted it so that I am bare midriff. My husband looked at me and I asked him what he wanted. Turning my gaze to the mirror, I simply replies, "Stay here and clean the booth. Mistress can now be fucked. Don't look so stupid, you idiot, you can lick his sperm later." I took my soft leather gloves, put them on and lasciviously lit a cigarette again. He was still kneeling, and when I left our booth, I accidentally stepped on his hand with my pointed heel.

In the loft.

You finish your story and I'm pretty close to cumming in your tight asshole but I don't want that. So I pull my cock out of your ass, let you kneel in front of me and blow me again. I push you deep into your mouth cunt. My cock is getting harder and my hot sauce ends up partly in your mouth, partly on your face and partly on your blouse. I stand up abruptly, ignoring you. Go to the bathroom to take a shower. I leave you alone with my juice. And say goodbye with the words “Go home and let your loser lick your pussy clean you dirty bitch. Say hello to him from me. And at the next meeting you will have your nipples pierced ! Will you understand?” I hear a gentle “Yes, sir” before the door slams shut.