January 2020 (continued)

Forbidden Fruit Newsletter (continued)
Do you like to watch yourself having sex?
I love it! I have a library of my own adult movies.
Oh, yeah! Break out the full-length mirrors.
Sure, it's a great way to spice things up once in a while.
To be honest, I'd much rather watch my partner.
I'm too shy! Exchanging the occasional dirty picture is my limit.
Watching is overrated; bring me a blindfold.
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Guilty Pleasures Continued

A Dominant Female (continued)

This story was a bit of work for us to prepare for you, as it arrived in an envelope through the U.S. Postal Service, typewritten on many sheets of onion skin paper. The lengths people go nowadays to avoid a digital trail…read on and you'll see why!

-- The Editors

You'd never know it just by looking at me. I might seem like any other stay-at-home mom you'd meet at the grocery store, but first impressions can be deceiving. That's because I'm into domination. Serious domination, not the "cute" stuff you might see on Fifty Shades of Grey or an adult DVD.

You'd never know it just by looking at me. I might seem like any other stay-at-home mom you'd meet at the grocery store, but first impressions can be deceiving.

I love to see a man in shackles. I adore watching him get hard as he jumps to perform my every wish, hoping that I'll grant him the ultimate pleasure of climaxing -- if he deserves it. Climbing on a rock-hard dick that's there just to please me is a major rush. My husband, Paul, isn't interested in being dominated, of course, but we've worked out a very satisfactory compromise. Paul likes to watch me in action. After I'm through with my sub, he steps in and fucks my brains out. We've been doing this for about 3 years now, and we're both very happy with the arrangement.

I have several regular lovers, but our favorite is Bill. At 6' 4" he's a pretty big guy, and the idea of making him submissive never fails to turn me on. He works out, providing me with some delicious eye candy. On top of that, he always has a slightly defiant look in his eye that adds to my pleasure. It's as if he would turn the tables on me if I relaxed my guard for only a moment. It adds a feeling of danger to our sessions. "Big Bill" and I have had some memorable performances over the years, but last week opened a whole new world for me.

I called him at his office and said I'd pick him up after work. I ordered him to prepare himself by putting a butt plug up his ass and warned him that if he jacked off at all before I got a hold of him, I'd know it. When we went to pick him up, we had to wait 5 minutes for him to come out. We sat and waited in our boring old Town & Country van, with the seats in the back folded down into the floor.

"You kept me waiting, worm!" I growled as Bill climbed into the back of the van. "How dare you keep me waiting, you piece of shit!"

"I'm sorry Mistress. Something came up."

"That's not my problem, asshole," I said as I brought out the handcuffs. "Get on the floor and take your clothes off…now!"

"In here?!"

"Seriously? Now you're questioning me?" I hissed, with a nasty smile on my face, about an inch from his.

"No. I just thought it was, um, a little unusual, that's all. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"I didn't tell you to THINK. Now STRIP!"

Poor Bill managed to get his clothes off in record time. I was pleased to see his cock standing straight up and his large steel butt plug firmly in place. Without a word, I jangled the cuffs and he meekly held out his wrists.

"Slip this cock ring on and make sure it's tight," I said as I put a blindfold on him. When he squeezed his balls and bulging shaft through the leather ring and snapped it shut, I attached a nipple clamp to his left nipple and smiled in satisfaction. This was going to be a perfect session.

I attached a nipple clamp to his left nipple and smiled in satisfaction. This was going to be a perfect session.

Paul pulled into a motel parking lot. Once inside our room, I lit the candles and told Bill to get on his knees. Paul grabbed a chair in the corner to watch the show. We have one rule: NO recordings of any kind. With his phone turned off, Paul whipped his cock out and was stroking his shaft. (He didn't know it yet, but I had decided to make him a player in this evening's little drama.)

Leaving the blindfold on Bill, I made him crawl over to the bed and lean over it with his cuffed hands behind his back.

"My, that ass looks mighty tempting," I said teasingly. "I think it needs a royal fucking."

I pulled a purple strap-on dildo out of my overnight bag and stepped into the harness. All I had on were fishnets, heels, a garter belt and my dominant attitude, fuck yeah. I also refreshed my brightest red lipstick ("Russian Red"), as if my lips would ever touch Bill's, NOT. I took Bill's blindfold off so that he could see me wearing that big rubber cock and got just the reaction I was looking for. He got even harder, squirming in anticipation, breathing heavily.

"This is going to feel sooo good," I snarled as I slowly and carefully lubed up the dildo. "See this? Looks like I'm gonna fuck that tight man ass of yours, Bill. Tell me you want it shoved up your tight man ass, worm."

"Yes, Mistress. I want it. Please fuck me…in my…tight man ass," he stammered as I removed his butt plug.

On my knees behind him, I nudged my silicone prick into his prepared anus, taking it easy until it was all the way in. Slowly, I pulled it almost all of the way out before sliding it back in. Bill grunted with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, his prostate throbbing inside, his erection stiffening even more. I adjusted my rhythm to a hard-driving thrust and leaned over to pinch his nipples.

"That's enough, cowboy. You're beginning to enjoy your buttfuck just a little too much," I said abruptly as I pulled my dildo dick out of his asshole. "Did you really think that I was going to let you cum? If you have any hope of getting your rocks off, you're going to have to prove you deserve it. You can start by licking my pussy. Get to it, bitch-boy."

I undid one of the cuffs so that I could move his hands to the front. He scrambled on to his back. I stood over him and flicked a short whip at his feet. Using the whip, I struck at his abs before I straddled his face. Big Bill licked and nibbled my pussy as I continued to sting his buff body with my whip, making his muscles flinch. From time to time I'd tease his cock and it would jump to attention, exuding a tiny drop of glistening pre-cum.

"My clit, damn it! Tongue my fucking clit," I growled as I whipped his turgid tool. "Oh, that's better. Yeah. That's real good. I might just fuck you if you keep your mouth on my clit."

Bill went after my clitty with a vengeance. He needed relief, and my promise of a fuck was more than he could stand. When I knew that I was close to climaxing, I leaned down and told Bill to bring his knees up to his chest and spread 'em. I inserted the whip handle into his stretched-out ass-hole and started pumping as he furiously licked my clit. I came for what seemed like hours before feeling calm enough to move.

I glanced over at Paul just in time to see him shoot his load. Wow. That had never happened before. Usually, he waits for me, but he said later that the scene was so hot that he couldn't stop himself. That's okay, I thought, though it wasn't perfect.

Wow. That had never happened before. Usually, he waits for me, but he said later that the scene was so hot that he couldn't stop himself.

"Alright," I sweetly whispered to Bill, changing my tone. "That wasn't too bad, but I need more. I need a good fuck. Do you think you can do a better job of fucking than you can eating pussy, Big Bill?"

Bill swore up and down that he could, would and should, so I climbed on his throbbing pecker, leaving the whip still in place inside his subservient ass. Bill was in heaven because this was a rare treat for him. He didn't always get to fuck me. It really did depend on how well he had performed. Those are the rules. My rules.

Again, I started off slowly, teasing his cock with my wet puss. I put the blindfold back on him and slid just the tip of his erection in and quickly pulled away before sliding it in just a little further. When I could no longer stand it, I sank all the way onto his shaft and started pumping my pussy up and down on his meat, working my Kegels -- Big Bill felt even bigger inside me!

I twisted around so my butt was toward his face as I bounced up and down on his cock. Then I spread his legs apart and slipped my whip handle into his asshole. His firm butt sucked it right in.

While I was pumping the handle in and out of his ass, I waved Paul to come over and join us. That fucker was fully erect again and buck naked. As I pulled the whip handle out of Bill's lubricated asshole, Paul found his opportunity and slipped his hard-on into the gaping orifice.

I waved Paul to come over and join us. That fucker was fully erect again and buck naked.

It was incredible. I bucked up and down furiously while Paul fucked Bill's ass.

"Are you ready, little man? Do you want relief? Your poor little blue balls! All that worm sperm building up with nowhere to go! Come on Big Bill, cum for me. Do it now, baby," I gasped as my twat spasmed and I released the pressure on his cock ring.

Bill let out a deep, guttural moan as his pent-up jism shot up into my pussy. His load was so hot, I bucked and writhed on his member like a woman possessed. Then my own orgasm rolled in -- and Paul shot his wad deep into Bill's ass.

"Now lick my pussy clean, Bill. Do think I have any desire to fuck my husband with any of your jizz inside me?" I asked. He did as ordered, and I then commanded him to lick and suck Paul's cock clean.

I crawled between Paul's legs and grasped his throbber in both hands, looking him in the eye and smiling deeply. Then I opened for him -- for another incredible fuck. Not bad for a Tuesday.

-- Signed, Anonymous AF

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