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Serving Sharon

By: ptlandtom69



It was on our way home from a dinner party where we had seen Sharon and her husband that I first thought of asking Sharon to dominate me.

We had worked together years before, sharing a small office when both of us were single. I was dating around but she was engaged, so we never got together after work -- but in the close quarters we shared, she and I would talk about our relationships. Her fiancee was a bit timid sexually, she told me. For her part, Sharon was much more adventurous -- she had been a dancer once; she had had encounters with other women.

Driving home from dinner, I was aching for sex and lamenting that my wife didn't feel comfortable in helping me live out my fantasy of being dominated. When I thought of asking Sharon, I immediately felt it in the pit of my stomach -- a longing for her, images flashing through my imagination. I decided to call her that week.

We got together for lunch, as we had many times before. I was nervous, never having asked anyone but my wife to fulfil my fantasy. I'd written her a note to ask her; when we finished eating, I took it from my pocket. 

"Sharon," I said, "I have something that I wrote for you to read, asking you a question. Please read it, and when you're done, just slide it back across the table to me; you can answer my question later if you'd like."

I handed her my note, which read: "Sharon -- I don't know how to speak these words to you, so I'm writing them down. I have a fantasy of being dominated by a sexually powerful woman, and my wife won't go there with me. Would you?"

Sharon read the note quickly with her eyebrows raised. I thought about her timid husband and wondered if she ever got a chance to live as sexually as she wanted to with him.

She folded my note in half, looked me in the eye and said "Well, Mr. Martin! Who knew? I'll be keeping your note, of course -- I've never received one quite like it! And no, I won't answer your question right now. Sure have enjoyed lunch, though! I'm sure you won't mind paying today. Time for me to head back to work. Bye!"

And with that she stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

My throat was dry; my cock was hard. A fear gripped my heart -- could she be trusted not to tell anyone who knew me? She wouldn't call my wife, I felt pretty sure, but what about the other women with whom we had worked?

The next couple of days took forever. Every time my phone rang, I checked the number to see if it was Sharon's. No calls, no emails.

Nearly a week later she finally called. "David," she said, "come by my office in 15 minutes. OK?" I muttered OK, and she hung up.

I frantically looked up her office address and jumped in my car, worried; her office was 15 minutes away, and I was running behind. By the time I got there, 20 minutes had gone by. I parked and walked up to her building, guessing that her answer was going to be YES.

She was waiting inside the lobby, standing by the elevators with her arms crossed. As I crossed the lobby towards her, she looked at her watch, then scowled at me. She was holding a piece of paper.

Without a word, she handed it to me and walked away.

I could hardly wait to get to my car to read it. It said: "You are my bitch. If I see you in public, I will give you no indication; to the outside world, nothing will be different or unusual -- but you and I will both know that you are my bitch. You are not allowed to show anything unusual in your behavior. I choose when to allow you to serve me, and you will do anything and everything that I ask. If you ever feel uncomfortable about being my bitch, you can tell me and it will be over forever -- all aspects of our relationship. You will never call me again after that.

"Tonight you will come to my house at 5:30, bringing a bottle of chilled white wine. You will be wearing a pair of your wife's panties -- the ones that turn you on the most when she wears them. Just panties; nothing else. After ringing my doorbell you will blindfold yourself before I answer the door."

"You will be on time."

I was on time. I had driven over in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; pulling up to her house, I saw that there was no room in her driveway -- there were two cars other than hers in the driveway -- so I parked on the street.

Nervously watching for cars driving by, I took off my shorts and t-shirt, leaving me in nothing but my wife's white lace thong panties. I adjusted them, trying to keep my cock and balls in them.

I glanced at the clock; it was 5:29. A car drifted slowly by; I looked away as it passed. When it had turned the corner, I grabbed the wine and blindfold, hurried up to the front door and rang the bell. Quickly I put the blindfold on, feeling exposed, and I listened -- listened for the sound of footsteps within and for approaching cars on the street.

The door opened and Sharon spoke. "Nice panties, bitch. Come inside."

She grabbed my hand and I stumbled in, reaching to close the door behind me.

"Go on up to the kitchen," she said. "There's a bottle opener on the counter, along with three glasses. Oh yes -- I forgot to tell you -- I've invited Kelli and Gretchen from the old office; we're here together in the living room. Pour each of us a glass of wine."

My heart stopped. Kelli had been like a sister to me; we had kissed once, after a few beers -- she had a great body and beautiful eyes. Gretchen was heavier.

Kelli spoke first. "Nice to see you again, David. Such a shame you haven't kept up at the gym lately. I like your panties, by the way." Gretchen agreed, "your thong really shows off your ass nicely."

Holy shit, I thought. I can't believe this. I nervously poured the wine and slowly walked toward their voices, hoping not to spill a drop.

Sharon spoke. "Nice job, bitch. Turn around in a circle so that we can all take a good look at you. I see what Kelli means; you've gotten a bit soft since we worked together. Except for this, of course." I felt a hard squeeze on my cock, bulging within my wife's panties. It felt so good, even if it was a bit painful.

"Girls, David here has asked me to dominate him. He'll do anything that I ask, which means, of course, that he'll do anything that you ask today. But before we get to that, it's time for me to break him."

"Do me a favor, will you Kelli? Take off his panties so that we can see his cock. I have a couple different sized dildos to choose from for this strap-on harness, and I want to make sure that we use one that's bigger than he is. And you, my little bitch -- don't you dare move a muscle, except to step out of those panties."

I felt Kelli's fingers pulling down; my cock bounced to attention when it was freed. I felt Kelli's breath near my cock and longed for her touch -- even just to feel the skin of her cheek against it -- but I dared not move.

"Which one do you think we should use, girls?"

Gretchen said, "Let's use the middle-size one, don't you think? We can save the bigger one for later, if he needs to be punished."

"Fine," said Sharon. "Get on the couch, bitch, on your hands and knees." I did as I was told, and I felt something hard press against my lips. "Lick my cock, David. Yeah, that's it, lick it. This is the cock I'm going to fuck you with."

Suddenly she thrust the dildo into my mouth, surprising me. I gagged for a moment, eliciting giggles of appreciation from Kelli and Gretchen. "Very good," said Sharon, "suck my cock, you bitch. Think about how it's going to feel fucking your ass in just a moment. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, nice. Would you like me to use some lubricant? What do you think, girls? Should we?"

With the dildo in my mouth, I nodded my head up and down and said "mmmm-hmmmmmmm."

"Kelli, grab that bottle and lube him up for me, will you?"

Suddenly I felt her fingers on my asshole, spreading a cold liquid around in circles. I moaned, Sharon's cock still in my mouth. She popped it out of my mouth and walked around behind me.

"Beg me for it, bitch."

"Please fuck me, Sharon," I whimpered.

SMACK! Her hand hit me hard on the ass. "NEVER call me by my name when you are serving me, got that? I am your Mistress." She smacked me again. "Try again," she said.

"Please fuck me, Mistress," I said. "Please fuck me in the ass."

I felt her press the head of her cock against my asshole. "Is this what you want, bitch?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress, yes! Please fuck me there!"

I felt the cock push into me, stretching my asshole open. "Are you my bitch?" she asked. "Say it! Say that you're my bitch! Say that you will do anything I say!"

I moaned out loud as she pushed all the way into me, fucking me completely. "Yes, Mistress! I'm your bitch! Anything you want, anything you say, I'll do! Fuck me, Mistress, please fuck me!"

Her cock was pumping into me now, in and out, violating my ass. I could hear Kelli and Gretchen enjoying themselves, egging Sharon on. "Yeah, Sharon -- fuck him hard! Oooooh look how much he likes it!"

"Sharon," Gretchen said, "I've been playing with my clit here for a while -- what say our little bitch sucks me off, hmmm?"

I heard Sharon say "sure -- you go right ahead" and the next thing I knew, Gretchen grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her pussy. She had come and sat on the arm of the couch; her mound was hairy, and her pussy pungent and wet. My tongue darted between her lips and Gretchen moaned. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. . . oh yeah. . . oh hey he's pretty good at this."

My Mistress began fucking me harder, in time with Gretchen's gyrations of her hips. I buried my face in her pussy, using my tongue, my nose, my forehead, my tongue. . . all the while feeling my Mistress fucking me in the ass.

"Do it, bitch! Make her come!" The pounding was harder and harder, and Gretchen nearly tore my hair out, pulling me into her pussy.

I heard Kelli get up from her chair and recognized the sound of a camera taking photographs. "Oh, that's a good picture," she said. "Hang on, Sharon -- let me get one from behind him, showing your cock in his ass. Very nice!"

Suddenly Gretchen exploded, grabbing the back of my head with both hands as I lapped hungrily at her pussy; I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it, massaging it with my lips and tongue until her orgasm subsided.

Her scream subsided into moans, then giggles as she let go of my head and got off the couch. 

"Very good, bitch," my Mistress said. "You have now been broken. You are now and always will be my bitch."

With that, she slowly pulled her cock out of me, reaching down between my legs and squeezing my balls tightly; it hurt, and I exclaimed in pain.

"Oh, but we're just getting started here today. Now. . . take off your blindfold and smile one more time for the camera." 

Serving Sharon Ch. 02



There I was on all fours on the couch, with Sharon standing behind me still wearing the strap-on with which she had just broken me. My face was still wet with Gretchen's juices, and her scent filled my head. Kelli, who had been like a sister to me when we worked together, stepped closer with the camera and took another picture of me, this time with my blindfold off.

Sharon removed the strap-on and commanded me to stand up.

"If you're going to be my slave," she said, "you're going to have to be disciplined and strong. The first thing for you to learn is that you are not allowed to cum without my permission."

"Kelli," she said, "let's see what kind of self-control he has. Why don't you test his ability to resist cumming?"

"Sure!" said Kelli, as she walked toward me. Breathing heavily in my ear, she told me not to move. "You're not allowed to touch me," she said, "but imagine what I'm going to do to you when I'm undressed."

She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, revealing those breasts I'd enjoyed from afar in the office; took off her bra to reveal her large, brown nipples. She stood close to me, brushing my chest with her tits, her nipples hardening. My cock pressed against her jeans, as hard as I've ever been.

"Do you want to see my ass?" she asked, turning around and looking back at me over her shoulders. It was all I could do to nod my head, as I watched her open her jeans and slide them down over her ass. She was wearing red silk thongs; I longed to run my tongue along the fabric between her ass cheeks.

She turned to me and grabbed me by the back of my head. "Don't you dare open your mouth," she instructed, pulling my face to her left breast. She placed my lips at her nipple; I longed to take it into my mouth but dared not to. I felt her reach down and gently begin stroking my cock.

She released my head and sank to a crouch, kissing and licking at my stomach, my thighs; I felt her hot breath on the head of my cock. I looked down at her and saw her touching herself and nearly came. My breathing was heavy and I moaned; Kelli stopped what she was doing and stood up.

"So soon, David? We're hardly gotten started," Kelli said. "For example, don't you want to taste me? Hmmmm?" She touched her fingers to my lips, still wet from her pussy. Before I could suck on them, she took them away, grabbing my ass with her fingernails and going back down on me.

This time she took me into her mouth and started sucking my cock while her fingers probed for my asshole. She covered my cock with saliva, taking me in and out, licking the tip of my cock. With her other hand she cupped my balls, fondling me gently.

"Lie down on the floor, David," Kelli said. I collapsed onto my back as Kelli, Gretchen and my Mistress stood above me. Kelli slowly knelt beside me, breathing on my cock.

"Would you like to taste my pussy?" she asked me. I gasped yes.

"Too bad. You haven't earned that yet. You wouldn't taste me until you felt you were worthy, would you?" With that Kelli straddled my face, her pussy right above my nose and lips. I inhaled her scent deeply, wanting to please her, but I dared not.

Kelli lowered her mouth onto my cock and took me deeply in, massaging my balls at the same time. "Do me a favor, will you Gretchen? Go get that purple vibrator, turn it on and let him hold it for me in his mouth."

"I'm going to ride your mouth, David, for my own pleasure. Think you can handle it?" Kelli slipped out of her panties and tossed them onto my face; they were soaking wet and I inhaled her scent deeply.

By now I was desperately trying to pull my cock away from her, out of her mouth, or to move my hips with her motion to minimize the stimulation. Gretchen appeared and the vibrator was inserted into my mouth. I held it tightly between my lips and teeth; my whole head buzzed. 

Kelli took my cock out of her mouth, grasping it tightly with one hand, and lowered herself back onto me. She found the tip of the vibrator and I watched it enter her pussy. Gripping it tightly with my mouth, I heard Kelli moan as she began slowly rising and falling over my face.

Then her mouth was on my cock again, holding me steady as she pleasured herself. She began to ride the vibrator in my mouth more aggressively, and I could feel her starting to build toward an orgasm.

Suddenly she released my cock and sat upright. With every downward thrust her pussy took in the length of the vibrator and touched my lips, but I couldn't lick her. Her asshole touched my nose; she ground herself onto my face, the vibrator buzzing away in my head and in her pussy.

With a violent thrust onto my face she came, moaning loudly. My cock flopped alone, desperate for a touch -- but not too much of a touch, I thought; I didn't want to disappoint my Mistress.

Finally Kelli withdrew, rising up off of the vibrator, and removed it from my mouth. "Sorry, Sharon; I couldn't help myself," she said with a satisfied giggle.

"Now, David," she said, "back to this cock of yours."

She knelt between my legs and took my cock in her hand, stroking me gently. She kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, making her way to the base of my cock with her mouth. Suddenly she took one of my balls in her mouth; I was completely vulnerable to her now.

Before I knew it I lost control; she felt me ready to cum and stood away at the last moment. My cock pumped cum onto my stomach, craving in vain for her touch, her tongue, her hand. . . anything!

"David, you pathetic bitch!" shouted Sharon. "Did I give you permission to cum? You have NO self-control. I don't think you're worthy of being my slave. Take your hand and clean yourself up -- and Gretchen, bend over the couch for a minute. David's going to lick his cum off of your ass."

"That's it," my Mistress said, "wipe it onto her ass, right there on her asshole. You're going to get it all cleaned off."

Gretchen's ass was dripping with my cum, and I kneeled before the couch and began licking it off. I'd never tasted my cum before and was humiliated by the experience -- but there was something hot about licking Gretchen's asshole. I closed my eyes and heard her moan as I licked the last of my cum off of her -- but I wasn't done yet. I pushed my tongue against her asshole, persistently. Just as she relaxed and my tongue pushed into her ass, I heard Kelli take another picture with the camera.



Serving Sharon Ch. 03



My cellphone buzzed in my pocket with a new text message. Flipping it open, I felt a stab of excitement in my stomach and in my cock as I read what it said: "8:00 tonight - bring your blindfold and wear her panties."

It was from Sharon, my Mistress -- an invitation to be dominated. My mouth ran dry.

The rest of that day seemed to take forever. Meetings, telephone calls -- the minutia of my daily life -- dragged on; I kept checking the clock.

Finally evening came. I stopped at the gym on my way home for a weightlifting workout; I wanted my muscles to be full and pleasing to my Mistress. She had known me years before when I had been in better shape and had remarked on it on the night she first dominated me; with each set I focused on my body being pleasing to Her, not allowing myself to become aroused -- I had to be prepared.

While I was in the gym, my wife Amy left me a voicemail saying that a friend of hers needed her -- something about marital trouble, I guess -- and that she wouldn't be home until late. What a relief! I wouldn't have to tell her that a client had called for an after-hours meeting.

I went home and had a quick dinner. Checking my watch, I saw that it was time to get ready, so I went upstairs and peeked in my wife's dresser to find the panties I was supposed to wear -- white lace thongs, the ones that turned me on the most when my wife wore them. On those work days when she put them on in the morning, getting ready for her day, I would lay in bed, stroking my cock while I watched her dry her hair. Now that these were the panties that I wore when serving Sharon, my morning fantasies of entering my wife from behind began to mix with memories of Sharon blindfolding me, bending me over her couch and fucking me in the ass with a strap-on dildo.

My cock was already hard as I pushed it into my wife's thongs; I realized it was going to stay that way until somehow my Mistress allowed me to cum -- if she would allow it tonight. I loved the contained feeling I got from the panties -- loved the feel of the lace against my cock and the pull of the fabric against my asshole.

I grabbed the bandana that I had used as a blindfold and headed out the door.

When I got to Sharon's house there was a note taped above the doorbell. "David," it read, "go up to the bedroom without speaking to me and get ready to serve me. Remove your clothes except for your panties, put on your blindfold and kneel by the left side of the bed. Wait there."

I tried to swallow but my mouth was dry. Quickly, quietly I went upstairs -- I could hear the television on in her living room, where she had first dominated me. I prepared for her and kneeled by the bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard footsteps on the stairs -- footsteps of two people. When they entered the room, Sharon spoke. "David," she said, "tonight I have with me another one of my servants -- a new one, actually; I think you'll like her -- and she and you will both do my bidding. She has been instructed not to make a sound tonight other than her own breathing, no matter what happens to her."

"In particular, she needs to be whipped. You'll be the one to whip her, but just so that you know how I want her whipped, I'll demonstrate on you. On the bed, on your elbows and knees now, bitch."

I did as she asked and heard Sharon come around to my side.

"You haven't met my whip yet, have you David? The leather straps are so soft, aren't they?" she asked as she traced them over my back and down to my ass.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"And the handle," she cooed into my ear, gently pushing something against my asshole -- so hard and firm, yes? She might like it in her pussy, hmm?"

I nodded my blindfolded head and repeated "yes, Mistress."

Then a quick flip of her wrist and the whip stung my ass; I cried out in surprise.

"Oh, no David, that will not do. If this pretty young thing is expected to be silent tonight, then the least you could do is to be silent yourself as I whip you. Understood?"

I nodded my head yes.

Again came the whip on my ass; again and again. The pain mixed with a sensation of heat and I was hoping she would soon stop. My breathing became labored; I found myself holding my breath in anticipation of her next whip.

"Very good, David," she said at last. "Now David, stand by the side of the bed. My new little pet here is not blindfolded, so she has been highly entertained by your punishment. See how red his ass is now, dear? OK -- now it's your turn -- on your elbows and knees, just like David did."

I heard her get onto the bed. Sharon gave me the whip. "Reach out and feel her ass, David; feel her tits -- and pinch a nipple if you'd like. But you are not allowed to touch her pussy."

I reached out and found her. My hands told me that she was completely naked except for a leather collar on her neck; I did pinch her closest nipple, and I felt her body react -- she arched her back and pushed back with her ass against my hand. I traced my fingers to her asshole and slowly circled there, wanting to lick her there; her body pulled forward, away from my touch.

"Now, David, whip her twelve times. And remember, if it's not hard enough, I'll have to show you again how I want it done."

I picked up the whip from the bed and began. She didn't make a sound, as instructed; only her breathing changed. Time and time again I whipped her, hard, until I reached twelve times.

"Very good, both of you. Do you like that, my little pet? You ARE a naughty one, aren't you? David, she's a little shy being touched on her asshole, as I think you noticed a moment ago. Won't you help her overcome that, right now? Go on -- give her little asshole a good tongue-fucking. But remember -- you may not touch her pussy!"

I climbed onto the bed behind her and bent down. I kissed her on her ass, finding her crack with my lips, then traced down with my lips and tongue. As I approached her asshole she pulled away slightly -- and suddenly the whip stung my ass again.

"My sweet little thing, you must relax! Poor David here is going to be punished if you pull away again -- so take your treatment like a good little pet and do not move, OK? David, continue."

I found her asshole and gently licked at it, circling it with my tongue. Whoever she was, she stayed still this time -- to my relief! -- and as I pushed my tongue against her asshole with more pressure she actually pushed back, gyrating her hips a bit. I pushed harder and the tip of my tongue found its way into her asshole. In and out it went, circling and pushing and teasing and licking her.

"Very good, David. Now, pet, on your back. David here has done well tonight and he deserves a good blow job, don't you think? David, you may kneel above her now. But don't cum in her mouth, or even on her face -- you will come on her tits, understand?"

I nodded my head.

I positioned myself above her and felt her hands on my cock; one reached underneath me and stroked my balls, fingernails tracing my asshole. Then she took me in her mouth and I gasped. This woman gave incredible head, moving up and down on my cock, then tracing her tongue around its head, teasing me -- then plunging my cock back in her mouth again.

She took my cock out of her mouth and licked my balls; then took them into her mouth one by one and sucked on them, all while stroking my cock. I was almost ready to explode and pulled away from her.

"Now, David -- on her tits!"

I turned around and stroked my cock, wet from her saliva; she craned her neck up and took one of my balls into her mouth again and I came, shooting spurt after spurt onto her chest, desperately trying not to jerk with my hips, with my balls in her mouth.

Finally I was done.

"Very good work, my pet. What a mess he's made! Now David, before you lick it off of her chest I want you to rub your cum on her tits."

My cock still throbbing, I reached down and rubbed her tits. I could feel her writhing beneath me; she still sucked gently on my balls, but released me as I repositioned myself to begin cleaning off her chest.

With broad strokes of my tongue I licked my cum off of her chest, staying away from her tits initially, then circling around them. Her breath was coming faster and faster; her back arching -- she tried to get her nipples into my mouth as I came near them but now it was my turn to tease her, and I saved her nipples for last -- then took them into my mouth one by one and gently sucked on them.

"David," said my Mistress, "I think that she has gotten herself pretty worked up, there. Do her a favor and eat that pussy of hers -- it doesn't look as though it will take much to get her to cum."

I kissed my way down her stomach; she had shaved leaving only a small patch of hair above her pussy. As my mouth reached her pussy I stopped dead still -- I love to eat pussy, more than anything, and have tasted a couple of dozen of them in my life -- and there was no mistaking it: This was my wife's pussy.

"Oh, don't stop now, David, she really needs your mouth. Find something familiar? What, hadn't you guessed? Well, yes, I thought that she might want to know about you needing to be dominated, so we got together for coffee. Who knew that she wanted to be my slave, too!"

With that I went back to her pussy and began eating her again with wild passion. And it was true -- in just moments she exploded in orgasm; I held her clit in my mouth, gently sucking on it, until the last wave subsided.

"Ah, now that was nice, wasn't it?" asked my Mistress. "Now David, get dressed and go home. Neither of you is allowed to speak to the other about what happened here tonight, and neither of you is allowed to dominate the other at home -- because you are both MY slaves."

"Now go home."

And home I went.