My Mother's Boyfriend, My Slut - Sex Stories

My Mother's Boyfriend, My Slut

... you not? So own up and give it a try.” I swallowed again and stepped back, what he said was ridiculous, but at the same time, it spiked my curiosity and I wanted to humiliate him. “Very well, but not tonight! I need to find supplies and steady my mind. Tomorrow will be soon enough, but whatever you do, you are not to touch your cock. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress, I will be a good slut and not play until you say I can.” He smiled down at me, a thrill lighting his eyes, knowing that I had every intention of dominating him, showing him how much of a sissy he was. “Good, and tomorrow you are to wear more see through clothing as well as some nylons,” I said, getting into the role. “Very well Mistress, I will work to look my sluttiest for you,” he whispered with his head bowed. Closing the door on him, I went about preparing for bed, hoping that I would at least sleep some after what had just transpired. I needed not worry; the moment my head hit the pillow, I was out, dreaming of everything I would do to him. Early the next morning, I arose well rested and ready to hit my favorite adult bookstore. Dressing in black stockings, black mini skirt, red t-shirt, and my knee-high, red boots, I left in my blue sports car, careful to follow the speed limits in my rush to get what I wanted for tonight. Reaching my destination, I slid out of my car and strutted straight through the door. Finding a cute clerk, I went up to him and requested what I wanted, not caring to take the time to ...

... search. Seeing my urgency, he wasted no time in finding everything that I listed. He went even to great length to retrieve the colors I wanted. First, he found me a long, thick, black strap on. Then came a studded pink collar with a matching leash. Next followed the KY jelly. Following that was the purple crop I wanted. Last but not least, I requested their largest vibrating butt plug. It turned out to be black with diamond studs on it. Pulling out my credit card, for those emergencies my mother worried about when gone, I paid and quickly grabbed the bagged supplies, exiting the store. I couldn’t wait to get home and try it on my mother’s boyfriend and my slut. He was going to be in for a treat. Speeding through town, I was grateful to find no cops out, as I pulled into my driveway. Shutting off the car, I sat for a few minutes, contemplating that I was actually going to do this. Smiling, I knew I had no intention of backing out. He had looked mouthwatering in my mother’s clothes and I wanted him more for it. Sliding from the leather driver’s seat, I strolled to the front door, bag in hand. Turning the key in the lock, I opened the door. What awaited me was my beautiful slut, down on his knees, in what appeared to be netted, black stockings, a red, see through thong, black, calf-high boots with a heel, my netted black shirt finishing the outfit. Dressed in female clothing, I desired him all the more. I even took notice that he had applied eyeliner, mascara, blush, and a sinful ...