Arabian Nights 4

It's been a little crazy here with a revolving door at my house of people keeping me from writing. I knocked this one out awhile ago and managed to polish it up. I also owe my patron of "Free Use College" not just one but two episodes so I've GOT to hammer those out in short order to reward his ridiculous patience (thanks man!). Enjoy this quicky story and thanks for the support everyone.

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This is a story about a married man. A happily married man, actually. A married man and his mistress. How does a story become about those two things, you ask? Well, let’s follow our hero and find out. Jason was a successful executive at a fortune 500 company. He was in his mid 40s, slightly graying hair that his wife loved to call ‘grizzled’. They had a wonderful, if somewhat sporadic sex life too. Over their 20+ years of marriage he’d managed to move her from conservative Christian good girl to a kinky, submissive, sexual creature. Their trysts weren’t as often as either would have liked but they made up for their lack of frequency with an intensity that would rival any newlywed couple. Now, with their youngest child finally off to college, Jason’s wife had even gotten her right nipple pierced at the age of 44. They’d even talked about adding a third to the bedroom though she insisted she didn’t need that. Nevertheless, the recurring fantasy of a sexy stranger pleasuring them both frequently entered into their love making.

Given all that, it may come as a surprise that he had a mistress at all. It certainly did to Jason! That’s where our villain enters the story. Well… not a villain. Perhaps just the antagonist. Although even that’s not correct because it’s the protagonist that moves the story along and Teri certainly moved Jason’s story along. Jason met Teri online quite by accident. They’d played an online game together and started a conversation over the clan’s Discord.

Jason found a receptive audience in Teri despite being his polar opposite. Where he was a staid, conservative businessman from the South, she was a self-professed bisexual, polyamorous kinkster from Vermont. She was 29 with bright pink hair, big tits that she loved to show off and more tattoos than some bikers.

Their conversations quickly turned into private messages. Those private messages quickly became flirtatious. And then more than flirtatious. Before long, it was apparent that Jason and Teri’s kinks lined up almost perfectly and the two of them were frequently sexting late into the night whenever Jason’s wife would retire to sleep early because of a migraine or boute of chronic pain.

Teri: Master, I want you to spit on my face the first time you meet me. That way I’ll know for sure what my place is and how you see me.

Jason: I’ll be fucking your ass before I’ve even kissed you, slut.

Teri: Oh, God. Fuck that’s hot. It gets me so wet when you talk like that, stud.

Jason: I want to fucking destroy you, sweetie. I want to use you and break you and leave you as a quivering mess.

Teri: Yesss… Master… all of that and more. Whatever you want. Whatever you need. Please. Soon… I need it.

Jason: You’re very tempting, my pet.

Teri: Thank you, Master.

This went on for months and probably would have continued on without change if not for a big opportunity at work. Jason’s company decided to purchase a competitor from New York and Jason was tasked with conducting some initial fact finding. His company was sending him to a swankie Manhattan hotel for a week of relatively light meetings. Jason asked his wife to go with him and she gleefully accepted. They made plans and had several very hot sexual encounters fantasizing about fucking in the expensive hotel room only to have their plans come crashing down around them when his wife’s cousin passed away. She had to go to California to help her Aunt with the arrangements.

“Now I’m going to be all frustrated during the week,” he said with a mock pout.

“Go to a strip club. Company’s paying, right?”

“Not actually tax deductible any more so not a valid business expense?”

“Sorry,” she said with a grin, “I guess whores aren’t valid expenses either, then.”

Jason laughed, “No… probably not.”

“Well, just find some floozy to keep you occupied then,” she said.

“What?” his head snapped around, surprised by the lack of sarcasm in her voice.

“I’m mostly joking,” she said.

“Mostly?”

“I mean… I don’t WANT you to go fuck some strange skank… but I know men stray. You’ve probably strayed before,” she said.

“No. Never,” he said. “At least not physically,” he added silently in his own head, feeling slightly guilty.

“Whatever. Men stray. It’s what you do. You have to spread your seed. It’s biology, babe.”

“Men aren’t like that. We have willpower,” he said, arms folded across his chest defensively.

“Uh-huh. So if I dropped to my knees and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes, you wouldn’t bury that nice fat cock down my throat in a New York Minute?”

“Well… sure… but that’s YOU doing that.”

“Uh-huh. Like that would matter if she was hot enough.”

“I won’t get my head turned by just some pretty girl,” he said.

“Fine… if she was slutty enough,” she said, emphasizing the word slutty with a seductive hiss.

“Whatever… I have willpower,” he said with finality. His wife shrugged, finished packing and left for the airport but Jason’s mind, spurred by equal mixtures of arousal and defiance was instantly texting Teri.

Jason: Can you take off next week?

Teri: What? Why?

Jason: I’m going to New York. You’re coming to meet me and spend the week in my hotel room.

Teri: For real, Master? Oh God… yes… it’s finally happening… did something change with your wife?”

Jason: Don’t get your hopes up. I want to prove a point. I want you to use everything you know about me. Push every button. Tempt me in every way you know how to convince me to fuck you.

Teri: You’re not going to fuck me, Master? You don’t want to fuck me?

Jason: I don’t want to cheat on my wife, slut. But of course I want to fuck you. The question is, “Can you convince me to or not?”
Teri: I’ll make you very happy, Master

The die now cast, Jason put his phone down, unsure of which outcome would actually make him happy.

Jason arrived in New York Monday morning and immediately went to the job site. By the time he was finished with the few meetings he had and the hundreds of documents he needed to read, his eyes were crossed and he was exhausted. He headed toward the hotel and, defying every expectation he had, went to his room with neither Teri nor his wife in his mind. The only thing he could think of was sleep. He opened the door to his room and tossed his suitcase onto the bed, beginning to unpack his clothes for the week. As he was hanging up his suits, there was a knock at the door and a soft voice said, “Hello?”

“Coming,” he said automatically as he thoughtlessly leaned over and opened the door. Standing there was, as I’m sure you already guessed, Teri. She was wearing a pair of daisy dukes that barely covered her ass and a tight tank top that showed off her huge breasts. She was standing in five inch heels, her strong legs looking delicious. Jason stammered, “Teri?”

“Hello, Master,” she confirmed. This was their first time meeting for real and both of them were taking in the site of the other. They’d traded pictures but now were confronted with the real thing. Jason felt his cock stir. She’d dressed in that trashy outfit just for him. She was doing exactly what he’d asked her to do. For the first time, Jason thought he might be in trouble. “May I come in… Master?”

“Y… yeah,” he said, grabbing her suitcase and gesturing inside. She walked in, her ass swaying from side to side as she walked in her heels. All of their sexting conversations came flooding back. The dirty things they’d said to each other. The degradation and humiliation he’d heaped on her that had driven her to, what she claimed were, the strongest orgasms of her life. “So… where do we stand, Teri?”

She turned to him and smiled, hands on her hips, “I’m supposed to tempt you… Master. So please don’t use my name for the rest of the week. Just call me all those wonderful things you call me in your texts. The things that make my cunt… YOUR cunt all sloppy and wet. Slut. Fuckmeat. Bimbo… whatever you want. That’s what I am this week. I’m yours. Completely. Totally.”

“We’re strangers,” Jason said by way of feeble protest. He’d talked a big game online. When it had just been a fantasy. But now, confronted with the slut of his dreams in person, 45 years of societal conditioning came flying back at him.

She frowned, “Master… what did I ask that you do the first time we met? I made you promise… remember,” she said with a practice bratty whine. Jason’s cock stiffened even further. He remembered. He took a step forward and pressed her to the wall. She let out a little gasp but said nothing, simply staring up at him with a pleading look in her eyes. Then he did it. He spit in her face. He spit in his slut’s face. She gasped and a shiver went through her entire body before her surprised gasp turned into the most erotic moan of arousal Jason had ever heard. “Yesssss,” she said. “Thank you, Master.”

Jason shook his head, “You’re trying to tempt me… slut,” he said, making a decision. This was a game he wanted to play. It was his game and he had to play it.

“Of course I am, stud. My owner gave me explicit instructions and I’m sure as hell going to follow them. I don’t want him to think I’m a bad girl,” she said coquettishly.

Jason chuckled, “Unpack your stuff and pick a side of the bed.”

“You’re not going to fuck me?”

“You haven’t earned it yet,” he said simply before turning and seeing her pouting face, “Besides, I was up at 4am and had a 25 minute layover in fucking Charlotte. I’ve worked all day and right now, if you were Scarlett Johannson promising to be my forever sex slave, I’m not sure I could manage anything.”

Her pout turned into a smile, “We’ve got four more days… And I brought my toys,” she said. As Jason finished unpacking, Teri casually stripped and hopped into bed. She spread her legs lewdly and the quiet buzz of her vibe filled the room. “Ohhh… yes… Master… yessss… just like that… I need you. Use me. You own me. I’m yours, Master.” She started babbling as she writhed in ecstasy. Jason took a deep breath and crawled into bed. His erection was hard and his willpower had taken a hit but was holding strong. Her self-pleasure (and a little self-abuse) kept him awake for thirty minutes but eventually the physical exhaustion was simply too much and he drifted off to sleep. His last thought was, “This could be trouble.”

The next day, Jason woke up to see Teri sprawled out on the bed completely naked. Her hair was a complete mess and if Jason didn’t know better he’d have assumed she’d been fucked a dozen times the night before. He packed up his laptop and got dressed quietly before sneaking out and heading back to the office of their corporate target. Teri kept sending him cryptic teasing texts during the day but he did his best to ignore them.

Teri: Master… you’re going to be so happy tonight

Teri: Master… Your cunt is so wet

Teri: Master… I think I’ve been bad… will you punish me? Please?

Each one made his cock twitch and his mind swirl as he pictured what she might be doing. When he went back to his room, he did so with equal measures arousal and trepidation. What was she going to have in store for him now?

He opened the door and she immediately bounded up to him and embraced him with a girlish hug and smile. She started to lean forward to kiss him before pulling back and saying, “Sorry… I forgot… not yet.”

“Not yet?” he asked.

She simply smiled and nodded. Jason’s eyes wandered down her body and he noticed the blue mini-dress she was wearing. The dress was short enough that she couldn’t lean forward or else she’d flash her pussy to the world. The top wasn’t so much a top as two bits of fabric draped over her tits and tied around her neck. She had the same pair of strappy, “come fuck me” heels as the night before and, it was pretty obvious, that was her only bit of clothing. Well. No. That wasn’t accurate. Around her neck was a thick leather collar with the word, “OWNED” emblazoned on it.

“Want to take me to dinner, Sir?”

“Really?”

She blushed but nodded with enthusiasm. Then her voice dropped to a serious tone and she said, “Please, Jason. I want this… I truly want this.”

Jason knew she was serious. She only used his actual name when she wanted to convey to him the earnestness of her words. She had no reservations about wearing the obscene, absurd outfit in public. In fact, she was craving it. Jason smiled and tossed his laptop bag onto the bed before offering his arm to the young lady offering every inch of her body to him without shame or reservation. “Let’s go show you off,” he said. She squeaked with girlish delight and they headed out. Of course they got a lot of looks. And more then a couple muttered expressions of “whore” as they walked out of the hotel. Jason looked over at Teri a couple times to make sure she was still okay. Her back was straight and she was sticking her ample chest out proudly as if in open defiance of each dirty look. Her face and chest were also flushed with embarrassment which turned Jason on even more.

“You’re not humiliated by this, slut?” he said quietly as they approached the front door.

“Of course I am, Master. I’m humiliating myself for you… because that’s what gets you hard.”

Fuck. She really did know him well.

“Oh… one more thing, Master.”

“Yes,” he said, looking into her eyes as they climbed into the cab. She flashed him her smooth shaved cunt purposefully before answering.

“Download an app for me?”

He fumbled for his phone, “Uhh… sure… what’s the app?”

“RemoteVibe. Then you can connect to the vibrator in me right now and control it all through dinner.” Her smile was wicked.

“Fuck you’re dangerous,” he said and her smile turned even bigger and more triumphant.

Jason toyed with her during dinner, getting great pleasure from making her lose her focus whenever the waiter showed up. By the end, her hips were bucking and shaking as he pulsed the vibrator at her.

“Why are you squirming?” he said with a sick, evil smile that made her cunt clench in response. She knew that the crueler she could get him to be, the closer she’d be to getting his cock buried inside of her.

She looked up at the waiter who was watching the two of them curiously. He’d been enjoying the show all through dinner even if he didn’t quite understand it.

“Tell him… slut,” Jason said in a low, menacing voice that made a chill run down Teri’s spine and straight to her bare cunt.

She looked up at the man and said, “My Master… ohhh,” she exclaimed, interrupted as Jason took the device up to 10 and her hips bucked lewdly without her conscious thought. She tried to focus and forced out, “Has… control over… fuck… a vibrator, on my… uhhh… cunt.”

The man blinked and then grinned, “You two are fucking wild. I see a lot of shit but you two are great. Dessert’s on me, okay?”

“Excellent,” Jason said, staring at Teri as her eyes rolled out of control while the pleasure cascaded over her. “She appreciates it too… it’s just a little difficult for the bimbo to think right now.”

The man nodded and shuffled off and Jason dialed the device back to 0 leaving Teri sucking in breath and aching at the sudden loss of such intense pleasure. “You almost made my cunt explode, Master,” she said in a pitiful, simpering tone that made Jason’s own cock ache. “Have I been a good girl?”

He nodded, “Yes, slut. You’re doing exactly what I asked you to.”

Teri beamed with pride at the complement. “I’m glad, Master. Your pleasure is all that matters to me. You know that.”

He nodded, still trying to wrap his mind around her words. These were the same games they’d played dozens… hundreds of times in their online exchanges. But he’d always just assumed they were only that. Games. Fantasies. Now he was here. Alone. Stripped of the societal defenses he’d constructed around himself. And it wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a fantasy. This slut… no… HIS slut was making it abundantly clear that she was offering herself to him in every conceivable way.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he said. She beamed and he rewarded her with another quick couple of pulses of the vibrator. “It’s time to start breaking you, slut. Find out just how serious you really are.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice oozing submission.

They made their way back to the hotel, walking shoulder to shoulder with Jason’s left arm wrapped around her waist. The small gesture of possession is something that Teri would normally chafe at. She wasn’t exactly a feminist but, before Jason, she never would have thought of herself as some man’s property. But somehow with him it felt natural. It felt right. She wanted to be owned by him. Possessed by him. Dominated by him. Just thinking about it sent images flashing through her mind’s eye and sensations racing up and down her body. She’d been tingling for the last week as she’d planned this trip. Edging every day. Not because he’d asked her to. And certainly not because she wanted to. She hated the constant edging and orgasm denial. No. She’d done it because she knew he’d be turned on when he found out what she’d done. That she’d taken herself to the edge of an orgasm 47 times over the last 6 days and then backed off. Forty fucking seven. If any of her previous lovers had even hinted that they wanted to do that she’d have probably bitten their cocks off. With Jason, she’d done it all by herself. That thought alone made her a little weak in the knees. The thought of how much she’d willingly… no… not just willingly… eagerly degraded herself for this virtual stranger. God she had it bad.

When they got to the hotel, his sharp, commanding voice simply said, “Get on the bed, whore.”

The cruelty in his voice cut straight to her cunt. But it wasn’t just cruelty. She could hear the playfulness. The curiosity. The intellect. She could almost physically feel the wheels turning in his head as he played out the scenario and the possibilities. She wanted to make every moment with him as close to his personal fantasy as she possibly could. She had nothing against Jason’s wife. Everything she’d ever been told about her made her think that she was wonderful and that they truly were a happy couple. She wasn’t a homewrecker. That wasn’t her thing and she knew if she tried to play that angle, Jason would walk out on her without a backwards glance. But she also knew that his personal fantasy involved walking this tightrope. Being tempted mercilessly by someone who knew every nook and cranny of his personal kinks. She didn’t know if she’d win or lose. Fuck, she didn’t even know what winning or losing looked like. She was just determined to make herself into his perfect, personal fantasy.

She laid down on the bed and spread her legs, reading his mind before he’d asked. Her smooth pussy was fully exposed as the short dress rode up and she started squeezing her big, fat tits, groping them roughly. “Please, Master. Fuck me… Or hurt me… Or let me show you how much this body needs you. How much you have me on fire for you. Every fiber of my being is screaming out to me. Compelling me to submit fully to your whims. Please!” she whimpered. There was a tiny part of her brain screaming at her about how pathetic she was. Unfortunately, the rest of her was so turned on by that realization that that small part of the brain speaking rationally had no chance of being heard.

“Touch yourself,” he said as he sat down in the chair opposite her.

She did as instructed, touching herself gently at first but quickly ramping up to the rough, aggressive way she knew he liked. The way she hoped he would touch her soon. She knew he’d be even rougher. His strong hands would pinch her nipples harder than she could. His fingers would dig painfully into her pillowy breasts, leaving marks that she craved. He’d slap her. Spank her. Whip her. And she’d crave all of it. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t hear the sound of Jason’s belt wisping out from the loops on his pants. She had no warning when the first blow struck her tits.

“AAaahh,” she screamed, reflexively pulling her hands up before her conscious brain reminded her. “No. Your his property. You have no right to stop him. You don’t even WANT to stop him.” She lowered her hands and gripped the bedspread before saying, “Thank you, Master. Please hurt this dumb cunt.”

“Oh I will,” he said and she shivered. Three more sharp blows rained down on her breasts before two smacked her thighs in rapid succession. Then his voice again, “Beg for it, bitch.”

“Do it, Master. Whip me. Mark me. Leave me covered in welts. Make me pretty for you.”

“Dumb cunt,” he said with an incongruous mix of contempt and affection. She loved how he did that. How he could straddle two worlds with his words and thoughts. That thought was cut short by a blow of the belt striking her cunt that she didn’t expect.

“AAAAaahhh… Master!” she cried out, not knowing if she meant it as a plea to stop or a plea for more. The blow wasn’t as hard as he could have done. She knew that. But fuck it hurt. And she honestly didn’t know if she wanted it harder, softer or never again. Teri had always been a bit of a pain slut. She couldn’t really have a satisfying orgasm without a little bit of pain. Usually that just meant pinching a nipple as she went over the edge but with Jason, she knew he’d push that boundary harder and higher… at least he would once she sent him over the edge.

He continued whipping her for several minutes. The sound of leather against flesh and her own imploring screams the only sound in the hotel room for what felt like an eternity. Eventually, she heard a small thump beside her on the bed and his voice said, “Make yourself cum, whore. I need to sleep well tonight.”

The casualness of it made her feel so dirty. For a split second, her only thought was of sick rejection. Like he’d done this not because she liked it. And not even because he’d liked it. But because she was a nuisance and he needed to sleep. But as she reached for the vibrator next to her, eager and willing to obey regardless of the rejection, she looked over and saw, for the first time in person, the cock that she’d been craving for so long. It was rock hard. Not the longest cock she’d ever seen or had. Nor the thickest. Truthfully, it was probably just slightly larger than average. But something about it… the fact that it was attached to this man who had so thoroughly and easily wheedled his way into her mind… something about it made her moan with lust. And it was hard. Rock hard. Because of her. She came hard just three minutes later, passing out and giving him just what he’d asked for. A perverted show and a good night sleep.

On Wednesday, Jason’s work really stepped up. He had to work late because of meetings with two of the other firm’s in-house counsel. Privilege kept them from being particularly forth coming on certain things that his employer needed to know but they had to give him the disclosure documents regardless and they couldn’t exactly lie about them. He’d grilled them for three hours, frustrated by their legalistic word parsing as he tried to pin them down with straight answers. By the time he went back to the hotel, he was steaming.

So you can imagine the range of emotions he went through when he heard sounds of ecstasy coming from his room. Loud moaning and squeals of pleasure from the little slut that had made it her mission to tempt him so thoroughly. Then he opened the door and his first sight wasn’t of her on the bed fucking a big dildo as he’d expected. Instead it was some dude’s hairy legs and ass pumping into her from behind. Teri’s head was turned to the left, staring at the space he would appear in when he entered. She wanted him to see her face. The ecstasy writ large across it. She’d lined this guy up the minute she started planning this trip. She knew it was going to be necessary. Jason fantasized about sharing his slut. Watching her get fucked by a guy with a big cock. So she’d, of course, had to provide that.

She looked up at him, her carefully chosen words forced out of her mouth with difficulty as the stranger’s massive cock plundered her from behind. “Sorry… Master… You’ve left me… so turned on… so empty… this worthless whore had… to… fuckkkk… had to… fuck me… had to get some cock… Master.”

He looked at her in silence, weighing his options. The man’s fingers gripped into her ass as he slammed into her rough and hard. Jason barely registered him other than to note how Teri’s pussy was being split asunder and seemed to be eagerly sucking the thick shaft back in with each thrust.

“Please, Master. You can have either of the other holes. Or I can kick this… fuck… I can kick him out and you can fuck my cunt. Fill me with our yummy cum. Whatever you… fuck… yes… fuck… God that’s good… want, Master.”

Jason didn’t stand a chance. He knew it. She knew it. Whatever resistance he had to this woman had been worn away by two nights of teasing, his frustrations from work and the clouded haze of arousal from his own erection. “I guess you finally get the spitroast you always craved, Princess.”

Her eyes went wide. It was happening. She was finally… finally! Going to have his cock in one of her holes. The big dick pounding into her was forgotten. Instead, it was her Master’s cock that was the center of her world. He dropped his pants and took off the rest of his suit, carefully folding it as he disrobed. He was so controlled. So careful. So slow. But she’d done it. She’d chipped away at that wall he’d built. She’d done what he’d asked… at least in part. He approached her and his hand found her face, fingers stroking across her cheek and through her hair with an almost tender, loving caress. She practically purred as she kept getting fucked. Suddenly, Jason’s fingers tangled into her hair and his cock invaded her mouth roughly. She had to fight her gag reflex but the dick piercing her pussy helped with that anyways. She always sucked cock better when she had a dildo fucking her. This was basically the same. She allowed Jason to take control. To use her mouth how he wanted.

“Fucking whore,” he said, spitting onto the side of her face as she tried to look up at him awkwardly. “Trying to get me to cheat. What a dumb fucking cunt.”

She murmured her agreement on his cock and reveled in the effect his rant was having on her.

“But you’re a fucking cheap, trashy fleshlight, bitch,” he snarled. The truth of his words blazed loud in her mind. “This isn’t cheating. This is just jerking off with a fucking sex doll.” He said, slamming his cock faster and faster. She tried to suck his cock. To make it good for him. But honestly he was going too fast. Being too rough. She could only open wide and hope that her throat was enough of a cock socket for him to get off with. The thought was so pitiful that her cunt clenched, tightening on the invading shaft and sending both him and her close to the edge. She couldn’t help herself, her fingers went unbidden to her clit and she started rubbing quickly.

Jason continued to utter degrading words to her and she wallowed in them, letting them wash over her and heighten her own arousal. He’d very quickly figured out her need to be brought low. To be debased. How utterly aroused it made her. She felt safe with him because she also knew he didn’t really see her that way. Not really… At least not when he wasn’t aroused. But when he was turned on? She didn’t really know. She honestly didn’t care. He treated her exactly like she needed to be treated. Like a fucking object. Like a set of holes. Suddenly he roared out and started spurting into her mouth and then pulled out and spurted on her face. His cum. She could taste it. Feel it. It sent her over the edge causing her own orgasm to kick off.

“Fuck,” she heard from behind her as Derrick? David? Devin? Yeah… Devin… maybe… As the stranger kept fucking her spasming cunt. Jason pulled out and went to his chair, watching her as his wet cock glistened between his legs.

“Use the gutter slut the way you want, man. I don’t fucking care. Not her ass though. That’s mine.” Teri moaned at the words. She knew they were a lie. He did care. The last sentence proved it. But the thought that he might not. The thought that this all might be some cruel game for his amusement. It scared her. Excited her. Sent her near the edge again. Jason simply chuckled as he watched her cum again, “I can be dangerous too, slut.”

The man kept fucking her for over an hour. He proved to be every bit as good as his reddit post suggested. Thank god… she’d been worried that he wouldn’t be able to back up his claim. By the time he left, her whole body was sore from the abuse she’d just taken. She couldn’t think or form words. The pleasure of the last hour had been overwhelming. Suddenly, she heard running water from the bathroom and Jason’s voice, kind and sweet came out. “Come here my dumb little bimbo. Let’s take a bath and get you cleaned up.”

She smiled and rolled out of bed, “Anything you want, Master.”

They took their bath together, talking about the mundane things that lovers talk about to pass the time between erotic moments. She liked that about Jason. That their interests aligned sufficiently to where, had she met him in different contexts, she thought they might have been perfectly happy casual acquaintances or even friends. They were different in so many ways in terms of their lifestyles. But the interests at the core of the person were similar. As they climbed from the bath, Jason tried to give her a kiss but again she pulled away. “Not yet,” she said. This time, Jason understood.

That night, they slept in the bed, spooning like lovers in intimate embrace. Jason’s guilt raged in his head. He’d cheated. Despite his words earlier. He knew he’d cheated. Yeah, he’d had pseudo permission from his wife. But he still felt awful about it. And yet… and yet… the primal core of the issue felt so right. Everything that he’d done with Teri just… clicked. The conflicting emotions were too much for him and he crawled out of bed early and went down to the gym to get a jog in before work. He looked at his phone. It was 7:30. His wife would be awake. He dialed without thinking. Unsure what he would say. The phone rang and his wife’s voice came over the line.

“Hello?” she said, sleepily.

“Hey,” he said.

“It’s 4:30 in the morning,” she said.

“Shit… I’m sorry, babe. I forgot you were in California. I can call back later.”

“No… No… it’s fine. It’s still early your time so this must be important. What’s up,” she said with a slightly clearer voice.

“I… I met a girl,” he said.

“What… really?” she asked, all sleepiness gone from her voice.

“Yeah… and… I want her, babe. Badly,” he said deciding to go for broke.

“Is she hot?”

“She’s cute,” he affirmed.

“Do you think she… like… I mean… she may not enjoy your… proclivities,” she said.

Jason looked at the empty hotel gym and said, “You mean the fact that I like slutty girls who like to get fucked rough?”

His wife gasped as her own spike of arousal hit her, “Yeah… that.”

Jason smiled, “I think it’ll be fine.”

“Jason… is this really happening?”

“If you tell me it’s okay.”

There was a long silence. “Are you going to leave me?”

“What? No… of course not… no!”

“Are you going to tell me all the details?”

“Hell yes,” he said with a smile.

“Then go have your little fun with your little New York slut,” she said with a nasty tone. “Really work the little homewrecking cunt over… so she knows what she’s getting into.”

Jason grinned, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said and the line went dead moments later. Jason went back upstairs, his guilt now firmly placed into a tiny compartment of his mind. He’d confess to his moment of weakness before her approval. His wife would be annoyed but it wouldn’t be a big deal. The story of the week would be told. Maybe with some tiny alterations. But she’d know the main truth. That he’d claimed a mistress.

This was his last day in New York, he flew out tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. Fortunately, it was also a day with no in person meetings. He had the whole day in the hotel room. The stars had aligned to perfection.

He opened the door and the sight on the bed made him smile and harden with arousal. Teri was wearing a pair of virginal white stockings with a garter belt and a choker. The outfit he’d told her was his biggest weakness. She was on her hands and knees on the bed, hands cuffed behind her back. Her eyes were staring at the door and she said, “Please, Master. Please. I know we only have one more day. I’ve tried to be your good girl. I’ve tried. I’ve tried.” Her voice was practically sobbing. “I don’t want to fail you. I don’t. I just want you to be happy. Take what’s yours. Please… please?”

Jason walked up behind her and gave her ass a hard smack. She gasped and then he ran his fingers over her tingling flesh. Then she felt his hand move around and grope her tit. He was harder than she’d imagined. Firmer. His fingers dug into the soft flesh causing her to wince and writhe. When he pinched her nipples, she saw stars for a moment and she could literally feel cunt juice being to leak down her thighs.

“I made myself ready for you, Master. Use me how you want,” she said. Suddenly, there was a weight on the bed behind her. A finger tracing her tight little asshole. She’d applied copious lube, knowing this was what they both wanted. There was something pressed against her and she relaxed at the invasion. He slid in carefully. Slowly. He didn’t need to. She was ready for him. But she smiled at his caution. “It’s okay, Master. Take what you want. Be as hard as you want. I can take it… Like a good girl.”

“Cunt,” he said, spitting onto the side of her face and then pulling out and ramming his hard cock into her ass. Hard and fast and violently. Sensations rippled through her whole body and her toes pointed and curled. “Where’s my cock?”

“My ass… oh… my ass,” she gasped in a mix of relief and emotional and physical ecstacy. This was it. She was finally complete. She was finally getting what she needed.

“And we haven’t even kissed,” he said. It was true. And even though she already knew it was true, something about hearing him say it was still embarrassing. She’d never met this man before Monday. She’d never kissed him. They’d never fucked before. And yet she’d lubed herself up, tied her hands up, dressed in slutty, degrading clothes and begged for him to violate her ass. “Cheap fucking whore,” he said as he pounded into her. “My perfect little princess.”

And she was. She knew she was his perfect little princess AND a cheap fucking whore. She could be both things and so much more if he’d let her. She knew who owned her now. Mind, body and soul. The game was finished. Now her life could begin.

Jason and Teri fucked all day. Fortunately for Jason’s career, he no longer had the libido of his college youth. If he had, they’d have fucked non-stop. That’s how aroused Teri made him. As it was, he had to pause for rest between each session and conduct meetings and read documents. Teri would prance around the room in the background, playfully trying to distract him. When she saw his cock twitch, she would drop instantly to her knees and nurse him back to a full erection so he could fuck whichever of her holes he chose to next. She didn’t care. She just wanted to be useful.

When Jason returned home, he greeted his wife who’d arrived only an hour after he had. She’d taken a red eye to get back and she was exhausted. She also looked like she’d been fucking. “What happened?”

“I might have edged the entire flight back. I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you and your New York slut. Tell me about it now… I can’t wait.”

Jason laughed and looked at her before saying, “Well… let me tell you… once upon a time…”