Secondhand Sub Part 1 - Sex Stories

Secondhand Sub Part 1

... poking through and the side of her breast I could see in her sleeveless dress, it appeared she was not wearing anything underneath. I felt myself stiffen up.

I'm now thinking this night will go a little differently than I expected. I asked Amy if she would like to go to my house for a nightcap. She gives me another Yes Sir, and adds that it would be nice.

As I open the door for her and let her into my car, her dress rides up where I can nearly see her uncovered pussy. She has nice tone calves and thighs that I hope to have wrapped around me soon.

I pull into my hidden driveway through the trees and into the garage. We go inside and she looks around and comments at how lovely my home is. I've been a bachelor for 3 years, but I don't live in a bachelor pad. I don't hang with a big group of bros or anything like that. I have a small group of friends and most are married.

I fix a couple of strong cocktails and give her one. I walked to the living room and sit in my chair leaving her standing in front of me. I decide to find out how submissive she really is.

"Your not wearing anything under that dress, are you Any?"

She quietly answers No Sir as she looks at her feet.

"Would you like to take it off for me?"

"Yes, sir", she says.

"Do it", I say with a more demanding tone and lust in my voice.

She gracefully slides the dress over her lithe body and drops it to the floor next to her. She stands before me and only her heels and a delicate gold chain ...

... around her neck. Has she stands looking at her feet, I take my time looking at her body. Her breast seem firm and maybe a small c cup with her large stiff nipples. Her stomach is mostly flat and she is neatly trimmed with her area around her labia shaved.

The lips of her pussy are full and thick and I can see her clit protruding nicely at the top. I can see the dampness of her excitement. She is trembling as she stands in front of me. I haven't even kissed her yet and the first intimate contact we have is me sliding my index finger along her damp lips, flicking her clit lightly at the end.

Her knees buckle slightly and I hear a deep moan emanate from her chest. I asked Amy how long it's been since she had sex. Apparently two days before her husband died was the last time she has been touched sexually.

"Have you made yourself come since then?"

She tells me no, because she was not allowed to orgasm without permission.

"Have you been lost without a Sir? Would you like me to be that person?"

"Yes sir, very much." She moans.

" I need you to demonstrate what I can expect from my new slut, if that's what you want to be."

Without a word Amy kneels at my feet and starts removing my shoes then socks. I noticed she places everything neatly to the side. She undos my belt and removes my pants, folding them as she goes. Next she slides my boxers off.

She slides her hands up my thighs and softly massages my balls and shaft. I hear moan with desire as she looks at my ...