Losing Their Religion 4

[ROC131]

Please see the first three entries if you need to catch up.

I continued to see Lynn about twice a week. I knew they didn’t have much money, the initial fantasy that they had wanted to fulfill when we met on the hotwife cuckold board was Lynn being paid for sex. While that didn’t even last through our first session (she forgot to take the cash), I wanted to have Lynn dress more provocatively when we met, so I took the initiative.

I told Lynn to look for a package from me, I wouldn’t tell her what it was, but I had ordered a few matching bra and panty sets. Sexy, but not porn movie material. I wanted her to feel sexier and I wanted her to know she owed it to me. I also ordered her the proverbial “little black cocktail dress” from Barney’s in NYC. I didn’t get a gift receipt, I wanted to make sure she (and Tim) knew that I had just spent more on her than he made in a couple of weeks. Yes, I know in real life this is a dick move, but this is what they both signed up for.

The next time we met, she wore her little black dress, I was ecstatic, though I didn’t let it show. I still had on my suit pants, shirt and tie from work. Tim was dressed like the working class guy he was. I also noticed Lynn was wearing lipstick and a bit of makeup. I have no idea how much of her appearance and previous lifestyle was directly due to their particular brand of Mormonism, or if they had just both been raised extremely conservatively, but she had NEVER worn any makeup before. I actually kind of enjoyed her innocent girl next door vibe, but this was great too.

By this point Tim knew to go sit in his assigned place while Lynn and I chatted and got ready to play.

“I’m glad the dress fit, your breast finally look the way they should. A woman should dress like a woman. Don’t you agree?” I looked over to Tim.

“uh yes, she looks. . . “, his voice dropped off.

“She looks like a woman Tim, like one who is enjoying what we do together. Lynn tells you all about what we do, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, sir, she does.” Nice to hear him call me “Sir”

“Lynn told me you cum sometimes just from her talking to you, before you can even get inside her, kinda sad isn’t it?”

I didn’t expect an answer, but he just looked down at his hands, which he always kept folded to cover his erection. He was hard from the minute he walked in my door to the minute he left, every time.

“Did she show you the other things I got to go with her dress? Did she model them for you?” He shook his head. BANG. The opportunity for the next step forward.

“Well that doesn’t seem fair. Lynn stand up”. She looked confused for a moment, but she was nothing if not obedient. She stood. I nudged her a few steps closer to Tim then stood behind her, caressing her sides, breathing into her neck. I had backed off my “Your mouth is only for my cock rule” a couple of weeks ago, so she pushed her head over expecting a kiss, not yet though. I moved my hands around to the front of her body, touching her everywhere while Tim looked as if he was going to cry, (joy or humiliation, likely both). I reached under her skirt and lifted it up so he could see her sheer panties, they were soaked. With my other had I unzipped the back, and pushed her dress down to the floor.

“Do you want to stay and listen, maybe learn how it’s done? Or do you need to go jerk off?”

“I want to stay, sir”

“Don’t jerk off in my living room, it’s bad manners” I turned around and headed into the bedroom, knowing Lynn would follow. She did.

Lynn was extra loud that night. She was never a screamer (I really don’t like that myself), but whenever we were together, I could tell she got off answering me. She would never initiate- much too much of a sub for that, but she loved being made to say filthy things. That night she wanted to make sure Tim heard it all; I went into the bedroom first, she left the door open when she followed me. He wouldn’t be able to see anything, but he was only about twenty feet from the foot of my bed

“You’ve gotten to be such a good cocksucker”

Pulled her mouth back “Thank you sir”

“You’re getting lipstick on my cock”

“Suck on my balls.”

“Yes Sir” I made sure to moan loud enough so Tim knew his lovely corn-fed wife was now holding one of my nuts in her mouth.

After a minute, “Lower”. I had gotten Lynn to lick my taint under my balls with no real coaxing, at some point I knew she would be licking my asshole, but not yet. Still, I enjoyed letting Tim’s imagination run wild. I figured time would be limited that night, only one pop from me, then they would go home, so I wanted to make it last. I pulled her head away from my crotch, and laid her on the bed.

I worked my way down and started working on her cunt with my mouth and my fingers.

“Your pussy is so sweet” Just moans, but loud enough Tim would hear. “Your clit is so hard, like a little slut”

“I am a slut”

“Yes, you’re my slut, your cunt is leaking all over my bed.”

“Dirty. . cunt” I always knew she was close when she started saying “dirty”. Next thing she was squealing and cumming. I’ll give her credit, Lynn was always game to keep moving. As soon as I pulled on the condom she was ready. I stood up next to the bed and she was on her back.

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes” followed my more moaning as I pushed in. Tim must have been losing his mind.

After a few minutes of pounding, I knew I was close, so I pulled out for a second.

“Roll over”, Lynn had truly grown to love doggy style in the last few weeks. “Now I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are”

As soon as my cock went in, “I am a dirty slut.” She kept repeating “dirty slut” just loud enough for Tim to hear.

I reached my hand over to the nightstand. I had an open container of Vaseline waiting. I lubed up my thumb and worked it into her winking asshole. It’s years later and I can still hear that combination moan and squeal, then even louder “dirty slut, dirty slut”

“Yeah you dirty slut, you like having my thumb in your dirty ass, dirty sluts like things in their ass” She banged back into me and I worked my thumb into the hilt. At that point I blew a load that I figure must have tested that condom to the limit.

As I lay next to her on the bed, stroking her “I whispered in her ear, next time I’m going to cum inside your ass you dirty slut”. She just closed her eyes and nodded.

After we came down and went back into the living room, I saw Tim sitting there soaked in sweat. Unfortunately for him, his pants were a little too soaked, he had blown a load. I didn’t say anything, just gave him a look. I think he followed my instruction, he didn’t actually jerk off.



Notes- Some people have contacted me privately with questions, feel free to do so, but here it is for everyone.

Is this real? Yep. I do some writing and am able to be descriptive, but this is what happened. I remember the details because it was so unique and intense. I’ve played with others over the years, but this one was special.

The dialogue? I do have a bit of a silver tongue, it’s how I make my living, but Utah was so fucking spread out and empty, I had literally hours of driving between locations to run this whole thing through my mind as it was happening. I had almost every scenario planned out in my head, what I would say to them and what I would say and do depending on their answer. If it seems like I always had something to say, it’s because I rehearsed it in my head during those endless hours in the rental car.

Condom? Yes, I’m generally safe for penetration. Stay tuned for how it progressed past that.

[Bartleby]

Thanks for confirming that this is real. So hot! Thank you for sharing this and mostly thanks for the good service you gave to Lynn and probably many other women.

I enjoy this degree of humiliation. Firm, but without getting abusive.

[eater]

very hot. you were a bit cold to them but they seemed to enjoy your attitude.