One of my sluts was out for the night. She should have known word would get back to me via E_____. Neither one of them is allowed to hide things from me. They know better. Transgressions are addressed immediately. L____ had gone to a New Year’s Day open house, and I heard how D___ was all over L____. E____ made sure I knew.
L [10:17 PM]: I wore dark jeans with zippers, a black ribbed sweater with animal print banding down the front with a rhinestone zipper... and my stilletto boots. I was all zippers.
E[10:18 PM]: oooh
E[10:18 PM]: sexy cute
L [10:17 PM]: I wore dark jeans with zippers, a black ribbed sweater with animal print banding down the front with a rhinestone zipper... and my stilletto boots. I was all zippers.
E[10:18 PM]: oooh
E[10:18 PM]: sexy cute
L [10:19 PM]: D___ had me and Jazz come over so he could divvy out samples to us while he explained the recipes He said the cashew brittle was yours. it was pretty good
the second thing... I can't even recall the name of it... it had mostly sugar, plus half and half, and walnuts... and butter and he gave the play by play on how you make it... you melt 2 cups of sugar into syrup... meanwhile you also boil half and half with 2 other cups of sugar.. or is it 4
E [10:24 PM]: so how did Jazz look?
L [10:25 PM]: the same as I remember she wore black, and had this weird scarf thing draped around her like a shawl... very 80's the scarf had black and pink as the main colors
she sat the entire time... I stood at least 90% of the time. I hate sitting
E [11:13 PM]: did they have booze at this party?
L [11:14 PM]: ha
E [11:14 PM]: Sometimes D___ gets really drunk
L [11:14 PM]: champagne and a lot of wine and beer I believe
L [11:14 PM]: and lots of versions of homosexual types :)
L [11:14 PM]: this lesbian was hanging around me
E [11:15 PM]: I She liked your zippers and boots
L PM]: she came up to me and said... I'm just going to read over your shoulder
so after a while (and she smelled funny)... I said, I've got to sit down, so I'm going over here... and I found another paper to hand her so she wouldn't be stranded but she said.. no thanks, I'm getting ready to leave I let her stand there for at least 15 minutes... then I just had to get away from her
L [11:17 PM]: I still think it's weird how D___ kept touching me he's never been that... friendly.... with me before
Naturally, E____ told me what really went on. L____ had come busting through through the door of her host’s kitchen, a fruity, indulgent mixed drink in her hand, tottering in her stiletto boots, and D___ said to her, “There you are," and then he said, "I thought I saw you coming this way." Can you tell me how you make your appetizers so wonderful? He was moving in. L_____’s eyes flashed and she let the back door close on its hinge with a bang. "Yes," she said. She began her observation. "Isn't it obvious?" he slurred, just a little. "I'm trying to seduce you." She kept her eyes low, the way she’s been trained, and she told him, "You're drunk."
"Yeah,” he said, stepping closer as he bit his lip, looking at hers. E____ told it all. “Oh, really, I thought.” Indeed.
E____ continued telling me what happened D___ said, "Are you here with friends? Maybe I should take you home." "I don't think so. I'm not ready to go home." "You're drunk," she said again. "Not so drunk that I don't know what I want," he snapped. "Not drunk enough that I can’t go after it." She sneered. There was only one man getting his cock near her, and that was me, her Dom.
She came in later that night. I was still up, watching some late tv and relaxing. “How was the party, cum slut?” L___ jumped. How did I know? I could see the thought in her eyes. “You whore.” Dressing in that zipped top that any man could….I walked over to her and yanked the zipper down to her waist, completely exposing her bared tits. “…and no bra.” “You. Little. Whore.”
I grabbed her and twisted her around, pulling her hair so hard she cried out. I then gripped her hand and guided it against my hard, clothed cock, rubbing it up and down over my zippered fly. The whore likes zippers. Let her beg for this one. The pressure of her fingers felt exquisite. Even though I was controlling her hand, I could feel her fingers trying to curl around my cock. It was throbbing.
I knocked her hand away. "Hey." L___whimpered and slowly moved her fingers up my arm. I let her feel the muscles and tendons. I circled her fingers around my wrist. "I saw you, slut. I saw it all.” She jumped. Her neck was dangerously close to my mouth and I could smell her, sweet and thick. I wanted a mouthful of her perfume. My teeth cut into her skin. My hands moved - practically involuntarily - to the curves she laid out for me, the precise placement of her body next to mine inviting my touches. Instinctively, she tilted her face toward mine and half-closed her eyes. That lesbian at the party smelled bad? My L___ smelled so delicious. The desire between us was growing. She grew limp and melted into me. I heard her moan. “Sir.”
Her body was small, my hands with fingers spread covered her back. I brought them up under her hair, pulled her toward me, took hold of the back of her skull and neck. She leaned into me. "Okay, slut" I said, watching her face as our lips barely brushed while I spoke. "But we are doing this my way." I brought my lips down on hers hard, crushing, devouring, insistent. She whimpered, her back curving. I held her body at the precise angle and distance that I wanted, and she went limp in my arms, gave over, arms and shoulders falling back, on her toes, pressing her cunt into me.
Pulling away, I grinned. I took a step back. I kept my eyes on her and and felt that stirring in my stomach, that desire, that power. Her eyes got a little frightened and she attempted to keep her tough look, but it was a mask I would unpeel in a second. I closed the distance between us. We turned our eyes to each other. L____’s mouth opened, the small of her back arched. Her mouth watered with drool, and she moved her jaw, I could see it. Subtle. She wanted to lunge for me. Good girl. She stayed still.
Hardening my glance, I kept the distance between us, and she stumbled back, her heels catching on the carpet, then I thrust her hands behind her. She lowered her gaze. I put two fingers on her waist and led her back, back, until she was against the wall. She swallowed. I tilted her head and pried her mouth wide open with one finger. Lifting her chin further,I put my fingers in her mouth and I said, "Hold that." She did.
I started whispering in her ear. “Don’t you know I could have come up behind you tonight, slut. I could have pulled you into that alley and fucked you. What do you expect when you go out dressed like a whore???”
I thrust my hand between her legs. I pulled her jeans down and exposed her flimsy covered cunt and thighs. I pulled at the tight fabric of her panties and pressed my fingers into her dripping pussy lips, fingering her engorged clit. She inhaled and moaned.
"So wet," I said, my mouth against her cheek. She kept her body raised, perpendicular to mine: cock against her cunt. I worked my fingers inside, slick and slow and deep, thumb on her clit, on that spot below her clit, my hand gripping her pubic bone. She moaned, knees weakening, hips dipping down to take in more of me. I added a third finger. "You know how to get fucked, don't you, whore?"
Mouth gaping, she breathed heavily, turning her head, she bit her lower lip. I could feel my fingers working a good spot inside her and she was increasingly sensitive, reactive to my pressing and curling, thumb flicking a little lighter and faster on her clit. Her thighs shook and she lifted one leg off the ground, bent her knee, pressed her legs apart and against me, body shaking, until she gasped hard and I felt the ring of muscles grip my fingers, grip hard, her clit fat and sensitive and swollen against my thumb, throbbing, until she shuddered hard, bucked her hips, she began to lose her balance and leaned against me, gasping, little grunts coming from her throat. She looked up at me, arms around my neck now. "I don't usually come so fast, Sir" she said, a little apologetically.
I shook my head. "Don't worry about it. I'm not done with you yet." I didn't wait, but took her wrists in my hands and then pushed her onto the sofa. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. My rigid cock pressed her cunt lips apart, as I let my cock find her wet hole. Stretching her lips, I pumped in and out, smooth, slow long strokes, my pelvis in circles, working the cock against her clit as much as inside her. My release built easily in me after the way she came and it didn't take long for me to grip her hips like handles and begin pounding her soaked cunt, shifting to stabilize my movement, muscles in my thighs hard and contracted, groaning and grunting with the physical effort of it all. She pressed hard with her hands against my ass, arching her back and pushing against me, receiving me as I fucked harder, hard, pulling almost all the way out and then slickly entering her again, the length of my cock, pressed tight against her ass and hips in rocking little thrusts, until I found that sweet spot and I exploded in her. She watched me, eyes glazed, all eyes and hair, desire still in her face, painted over her cheeks. I tucked my cock back in and zipped my jeans.
She smiled at me, then started giggling, then laughing hard, full-bodied from her stomach, eyes sparkling. I was amused, but puzzled. “What’s so funny?” “Zippers” she giggled.
