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The Making of Marcella Minx Ch. 01

By: Marcella_Minx



It had been building up now for well over a year, the stolen conversations, the secret smutty emails and the unrelenting lust to break out of character, to be someone so utterly different, someone risky and dangerous, and sexy.

He had begun to make outrageous demands from the moment I had first shared a naaughty giggle with him in a chat room. Demands that a normal girl, a good girl, would find sickening. They would shy away, retreat, break contact, and return to their normal, mundane lives. But I didn't want to be the good girl any longer. I had been down that road. I was the good wife, seen by all as pure and sweet, perhaps even asexual. I was ready to be awakened to something new and exciting, and so I let him slowly take control of my conscience.

My husband wouldn't know. He had barely seen my naked body in our 6 years together. Our wedding night was the first. A night I had spent stolen moments throughout my youth dreaming about, hairbrush handle at the ready. I had tried to be the good girl my parents wanted, that is how they brought me up after all. To wait until marriage, however long that may take, and so it was that whilst most of my girlfriends had long since been deflowered, it took until the summer of my 24th year to finally experience the joy of being made woman. 

To say it was a disappointment is an understatement. Paul was so excited to finally get into my knickers by the time we were married, that he lasted barely a minute. From my point of view I felt nothing, his cock was apparently in and out of me dripping with cum, without barely time to even consider whether I could feel it. It was certainly not what I was expecting. I'd dreampt of his huge manhood penetrating me over and over again, until I could take no more, yet here I was lying unsatisfied, his cum leaking from my exposed womanhood, whilst he lay there flat on his back, exhausted, with his already tiny member vanishing even further out of sight. 

My appetite to fulfil the hormone-driven fantasies of youth was undeterred though, and I hoped that next time he would last longer, and that the size issue could be worked on. Our honeymoon should have provided more than enough time to test out this theory, the beaches crammed with hot-looking babes that made my mouth water would surely be enough to get him in the mood, even if I did not. Yet Paul's appetite was clearly not as ravenous as mine, and sex quickly became an infrequent novelty. When it did happen, it was always over just as quickly, and the only orgasms I was having, were either fake or self-made ones. I often wished I could just sit on his face and make him lick me to ecstasy, or get him to try out different positions that might help me feel him some more, but I couldn't say it. It was always the same, missionary position, quick in and out, no foreplay, and his cum leaking out of me before I'd even got warmed up. 

So it was that we settled into a relationship that was more like brother and sister than man and wife. We were friends who lived together, shared our lives, and to the outside world looked like the perfect couple. We would host dinner parties and help out at church fetes. A lovely couple, that's what people would say. And we were. Very lovely, very sweet, but completely platonic now.

My fantasies were ripe as ever of course, but sex with Paul just wasn't something I envisaged happening again. 

I had started surfing the net whilst he was at work, a stolen hour in the middle of the day, a break from housework and helping out at the church. At first, it was the usual gossip sites, catching up on soap news, and other girly stuff. Soon though I had been drawn in to the anonymous world of chat rooms. I had lots of attention from guys of course, as do all real women that seem to be on those sites. Thirty guys, fifteen women, and most of the latter were usually bots (computer programmes designed to make guys engage in chat with the fake woman in order to draw them into some pay –per-view adult site). I would spend a lot of time in rooms with guys asking if I wanted to see their cocks, or asking intimate questions and expecting answers. Most of the time I would just watch and see what was happening, and most of the time get turned on by the idea of being an object of sexual gratification for all these men. Eventually I got into watching cams, although my eyes were mainly drawn to those of the few women that used the rooms. The sight of naked twenty-somethings frigging themselves furiously to a room of frenzied men made me soaking wet every time, and it became more and more part of my daily routine. I got up every day longing for the sight of plump breasts and naked pussies being adored by the masses, and had orgasm after orgasm mimicking what I saw on the screen.

I was completely hooked already, and grew in confidence in the rooms, beginning to answer the intimate questions being thrown my way. It was around this time I first met hugecockbull, that was his chat alias. We would talk alot, about my husband and his tiny dick, about how I longed to be properly and thoroughly fucked, and he would pry deeper into my fantasies. He of course asked why I had no profile picture or webcam, after I confided in him how hot I thought it would be to be watched fingering myself by all these people, and he dared me to go and buy a webcam and just do it.

I was out of the house for no more than an hour after his dare, so turned on by the idea, that I went straight to a computer shop and picked up the first webcam I laid my hands on. I rushed home, and he guided me through the installation as we chatted more. My first "show" was for his eyes only, a test he said, as he began to instruct me what to do for him.

I was completely absorbed in this experiment from the outset. Following every demand to the letter. Slowly removing my clothes, blouse first, pushing my breasts out and posing for him in my tight bra. I licked my stubbly armpits for him, as he indicated his delight, pulled my own nipples up to my lips and licked them too. Before long, I was naked, my legs spread-eagled, my feet resting on the computer desk, pulling my lips apart to give him the view he wanted. 

My phone rang, I jumped up and answered it, out of breath through nervousness and shock. It was Paul. 

"Hi Honey. Just wanted to let you know I'm running late. You okay?"

"Oh dear. Yes I'm fine. Was just hovering the hall. When will you be home?"

"Probably at least an hour. I'm sorry I know I'm usually back by now"

I had lost track of the time. Any other day and he would have been in by now and would have caught me plunging my fingers in and out of my soaked cunt. 

"Oh that's okay dear. I'll see you when you get back. Love you"

"Love you too. Bye"

The phone went dead, and I sat back down in front of the PC, and giggled, as Huge teased me for almost getting caught. I laughed too, and then told him we would have to call it a day so I could get ready for hubby coming home. 

Hugecockbull: What and disappoint all your loving fans?

MarcellaMinx: My fan will have to cope lol

Hugecockbull: Look in the main room

MarcellaMinx: Eh?

Hugecockbull: Look on my cam in the main room lol

I looked, I couldn't believe it. The bastard had been beaming my performance back to the entire chat room. Messages flooded the screen telling me to forget about my small-dicked husband and submit to the sea of cocks. I looked at the other cams, cocks big and small (though none as small as Paul's) being pumped just for me. A sensation began to swell inside me, and I knew it was too late. I submitted to Huge, and again followed his instructions, as I ran back and forth grabbing ever-larger objects to penetrate my tight cunt with as cum splashed on one cam then another with guys thanking me for my show.

Hugecockbull: Put on the audio so we can all hear you cum

"Ca...Can you hear me?" I said nervously, before the room filled with acknowledgements from the masses.

Hugecockbull: You're used to put on a good show for your no-dicked hubby. Now cum for real, and give us all a proper show.

And that was it. I let loose my inner beast, and began to cum like I never had before. 

"Oh my fucking god" I said, panting heavy

Hugecockbull: Tell everyone your my little slut, tell them I own your cunt.

Hugecockbull: Say it loud

"Oh fuck. Hugecockbull. I am Hugecockbull's fucking dirty little slut. Oh..Oh..Hugecockbull own's my disgusting little cunt"

Hugecockbull: Say cunt again.

"Cunt!"

Hugecockbull: Tell everyone you are a cunt

"I am a fucking dirty cunt. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming"

Something happened at that moment that had never happened before. As I probed my cunt with the handle of my hairbrush, and flicked my clit with my fingers, as ecstasy took over me, I felt myself explode as a shiny liquid began spraying from within me.

"Holy fuuuuuck" I shouted, as the flow continued.

Hugecockbull: Holy Shit!

Still the orgasm did not subside, as I continued to scream, and jets of liquid flew everywhere, landing on the computer screen, the keyboard, the wall, everywhere.

Hugecockbull: Jesus I got to get me some of that!

Finally as the pleasure subsided. I sunk deeper into the chair. I was physically spent. My muscles in my legs, my arms, everywhere felt like jelly. I could not move, my eyes felt heavy.

Hugecockbull: Tell everyone how you feel, how was it for you?

"Oh my god. So fucking good" I said in a husky voice

Hugecockbull: Have you ever squirted like that before?

"Never. Oh my god. I can't move"

Hugecockbull: Well wait a few minutes and you can do it again

I laughed, but my eyes continued to lie heavy on me.

"I'm just going to rest for a moment"

Hugecockbull: Don't forget your husband will be home soon

It was too late, there I was, feet still on the computer desk, still spread-eagled, juices dribbling everywhere, completely naked, whilst strangers continued to see and hear me, as I dozed off into a deep and pleasant sleep.

To be continued

The Making of Marcella Minx Ch. 02



As I finally drifted back into consciousness, my muscles still aching from the pleasure that had soared through my body, and a Cheshire cat smile still imprinted on my face, it took a little while to register where I was. I pulled a blanket tightly around me as I snuggled up on the comfortable sofa, the grin not leaving my face for a moment. And then suddenly a thought, "Why am I on the sofa?"

I opened my drowsy eyes, and looked across the room to where I thought I would be waking up. To the chair in front of the computer, to the computer screen where I had been watched giving myself so much pleasure. Everything was hazy still, I couldn't quite grasp the scene in front of me. Was there a shadow of someone else sitting where I had been. Was this some sort of out-of-body experience. I smiled to myself at this thought, I would have loved to have been able to step outside myself and witness the show I had delivered. And again I drifted into sweet recline.

Some time later, I again came around. I was aware of a need to get up and go to the toilet, but my muscles still were not ready to let me move. I again peered up across the room to where the PC sat. The shadow of a person was still there, and I could hear the tapping of keys now. The mist slowly started to rise ahead of me, and finally I could make it out. It was my husband Paul. 

He had returned, presumably to find me still covered in my own juices, still spread-eagled and on display to the chat room via the webcam, even in my comatose state. He must have picked me up and carried me to the sofa, and covered me with that blanket, checking I was okay as I knew he always would, before returning to the computer to see what mischief had befallen me.

I wanted to get up. To rush over and stop him. What if he saw what I had written. The sordid fantasies I had shared, the way I had ridiculed his tiny penis to a room fool of strangers. What if he was chatting with them, hearing about the obscenities I had uttered, the intimate scenes I had allowed to be beamed across the web. But still I could not move. I lifted my head slightly, and saw him look over, although I couldn't read the signals in his face. I felt a warmth between my legs, as my bladder would allow me to hold back no longer, and it brought back memories of the warm juices that had earlier been shooting from my cunt like a fountain, and again I dozed off.

I woke again, the room in complete darkness except for the partially blocked out computer monitor across the room. I was sticky and damp, and my muscles still ached, but slowly I was able to swing myself round to a seated position. Paul didn't move. He continued tapping away on the keyboard. I stumbled to my feet, feeling a little dizzy at first, but that soon passed, wrapped the blanket around me, and began to walk slowly over to where Paul sat.

This was the first time the shame and humiliation of being caught this way began to hit me. How could I ever make up for this? I was the good wife. His loving, understanding and respectable wife. Now I had been caught indulging fantasies I should never have had, and ridiculing him publically for not being man enough to fulfil them himself. Should I put my arms around him and say I'm sorry? Would that make any difference? If the roles were reversed would I forgive him? More and more questions flowed into my head as I continued to tiptoe over to where he sat.

I stopped a few paces from him, surveying what was happening on the screen. He was in what appeared to be a private message window with hugecockbull, the man who had encouraged my disgusting performance and beamed it to the rest of the chat room. The man who had encouraged me to get the webcam in the first place, who knew almost all my dirty little desires, what I thought about when I masturbated, how I wanted to be devoured by a sea of cocks.

Before I could make out what they were talking about, Paul closed down the chat window and turned to look at me. I felt dirty and disgusting, my eyes fell towards the floor.

"Hey angel" he said softly as he reached out and tilted my chin back up so he could see me face, "I'm not angry with you."

Tears began to well in my eyes. I was dreading what he might say next. Maybe he'd say he was disappointed with me, maybe that would be worse than anger.

"Shhh now, come on" he said, pulling the blanket around us both and hugging me tightly.

"It's okay angel. Everything's going to be okay."

He carried me gently up the stairs to the bathroom, where he gently began to sponge my naked body, cleansing me from the disgusting acts I had committed. All the time, he kept repeating it, "you are safe with me angel, I will never leave you".

After drying my down with a towel, he again carried me lovingly to the marital bed and laid me down naked on top of the covers. A breeze from an open window brushing lightly across my hardened nipples.

He too was naked now, and he pulled up close to me, kissing my neck, still telling me how much he loved me, and how he would do anything to keep his angel happy. His cock pressed against the opening to my cunt, and I allowed him inside me as far as he could manage. He began to push harder I could tell, but as usual I could not feel anything. I began the usual ritual of faked moans, intending to go the extra mile this time for how understanding he was being.

"Don't pretend" he said stopping abruptly. "It's okay, just say what you feel. Tell me what you think"

I wasn't sure where this was going, and again let out an audible moan as he tried to plunge further inside. 

"It's okay. I want it. Tell me what you think of my cock. Can you feel it?"

"Feels good" I said pensively

"No, you're not a very good liar. Tell me what you really think. Tell me how fucking tiny I am".

He said it in such a way that I could see a new side of Paul. This was turning him on, more than I had ever seen anyone turned on. He was literally begging me to ridicule him. I started gently.

"Are you even inside me?" I said

"Oh yeah good. More. Tell me more"

"Your dick is smaller than my little finger" I went on

"Mmmmm. God yeah. More. More"

"My clit is bigger than that" I snapped, getting more and more into the role he had devised for me.

"Have I ever made you cum?" he said "truthfully now"

"You have never. And I mean never ever, made me cum. I faked it every time"

"Oh god. Have you ever fucked anyone else"

"Not yet" I said smiling

"But you want to"

"No not really, I'm yours, all yours"

"Liar. Tell the truth. Tell me you want me to let you fuck other men"

"I want you to let me fuck other men"

"Tell me you want me to let you fuck other men with huge cocks"

"Well that goes without saying. I want to know what a real cock feels like inside me"

"Tell me this is the last time I will ever be allowed to fuck you"

"What really?"

"Yes really. Tell me that my tiny pathetic little cock is never going inside your cunt again. Tell me I will never fuck another woman as long as I live, whilst you fuck whoever and whenever you want"

I paused. He was really getting into this. I didn't want to say it. I wanted to have this man's child one day, which would inevitably involve some fucking, such as it was. But in the heat of the moment, I wanted to give him what he wanted to hear, and so I repeated it word for word, and for the first time in our relationship, I began to cum for real.

So amazed by the sensation, I continued to hurl abuse at him knowing he was about to cum too.

"I am going to lock your tiny little dick up, and never let it out so you can never fuck anyone or anything ever again. This is the last time you will ever fucking cum again in your fucking life" 

As he groaned in delight, his cum oozing inside of me, I wasn't quite finished. I wanted the same feeling as earlier on. I wanted to squirt. I pushed his head down to my leaking pussy.

"Get used to this you little shit, cause you're going to be cleaning other guy's cum from my pussy from now on"

I couldn't believe what was coming out of my mouth. More than that I couldn't believe the eagerness with which Paul went along with his task, probing his tongue inside my gaping cunt, lapping up his own cum.

I never did manage to squirt again that night, but I knew it wouldn't be long before I was coating Paul's face in my juices.

When he finally finished, we collapsed on the bed, and Paul finally said "Thank you my goddess. I love you". And we slept.

To be continued



The Making of Marcella Minx Ch. 03



The next morning, I'm still grinning ear to ear as I wake up. After 6 years of a stale, lifeless marriage, something had happened last night I never expected. I had discovered a side of Paul I had never known, a dirty, kinky side and I loved it. More to the point, I had discovered a side of myself that had lain dormant, bubbling under the surface, like a geyser waiting to explode for the first time. And explode it had, I kept thinking about all those men, stroking their throbbing dicks as I touched myself, as I sprayed my juices all over the screen. 

I rolled over to give my kinky hubby a sloppy wet kiss, but he had already left for work. In his place, resting on his pillow, was an envelope.

Paul had never left me notes of any kind, but judging by what had happened last night, I figured it could be one of two things. Either he was mad at me for exposing myself and humiliating him on the web, and it had only struck him after the initial lust to join in had been extinguished, or it was going to be something dirty, something kinky and fun. I was in the mood for kinky and fun this morning, I wanted to feel that pleasure again, I wanted to feel it all the time from now on.

My breath slowed and deepened, my nipples erect with excitement again, as I tore open the envelope addressed to "My Angel."

I began to read. It wasn't what I'd expected. There were two pieces of paper inside, a handwritten letter, and a printed form which looked somewhat like a contract. I looked at the contract first. It was written in very formal language, legal speak, but essentially it said this – that Paul would from now on be enslaved in a chastity cage, that he would never be allowed to fuck me or any other woman ever again, that he submitted to me utterly and completely, that I could have as many lovers as I wished, that I could ask him to do anything I wanted however degrading, signing over all his worldly wealth to me, and specifying that should we ever separate for any reason, that the house, its contents and everything would be mine. 

I was a bit shocked as I read this. This was going too far I thought, too fast. We had just been role-playing last night, hadn't we? I looked at the bottom of the contract, space for two signatures. One for me, and one for him. He had already signed. 

I picked up the handwritten letter now and as I read, I could sense the dampness in my groin. He told me how he had talked with hugecockbull in the chat room after I had passed out, how he had been humiliated by all the men laughing at his tiny cock, laughing about his slut wife. He told how hot it made him, how he checked the chat logs and read everything I had said, the fantasies, the desires. He called me his angel, his goddess, and said he would do anything to make me happy. How he always knew this is what I deserved, and that he wanted to see me being so completely pleasured in ways he could not achieve himself. He told me to sign the contract. That he would be home tonight, and that he would bring with him a chastity device he would pick up from the sex shop near his work, that he would contact the bank to get all monies transferred to my account each month, except for bill money. That Huge had schooled him in all this and more in how to be a fully-fledged cuckold. And he told me that Huge had offered to school me in how to be a real slut.

As I had neared the end of the letter, my fingers had been drawn down to my now sopping wet cunt, and for only the second time in my life, I began to spray sticky juices everywhere as I screamed down the house. The ecstasy of such a strong, powerful orgasm, again leaving me paralysed and exhausted, but very, very satisfied.

After another rest from my exertions, I began to pull myself up out of bed. My body still aching from the shockwaves running through my body.

I picked up the contract, and the letter, put on my bathrobe, and went downstairs to the computer. I logged into the chat room, and hoped huge would be there. I wanted to find out what he had said to Paul, I wasn't sure I was ready for the change in our relationship that was being offered. Maybe he would start getting jealous if I really starting fucking someone else? The contract couldn't be legally binding anyway. I could be humiliated as a complete slut in front of family, friends and neighbours. I could lose everything. Although, may be it would be worth it for that pleasure, that overwhelming, all-encompassing pleasure soaring through my body. 

I shook my head, trying to stop the flood of ideas and questions filling my mind, trying to stop myself feeling horny again. God, what was wrong with me. It was like I was possessed by some nymphomaniac demon.

I logged in. It took a matter of seconds before he was there, messaging me in private. 

Hugecockbull: Well hello again my little cum-fountain, how are you today?

I began to type a response.

Hugecockbull: Put your cam and microphone on, don't type. I want to see and hear you.

Marcellaminx: Lol, you're not backwards in coming forwards are you.

Hugecockbull: I said put your cam and microphone on slut. You want to be a slut don't you?

I paused. Considering the words again. Did I want to be a slut? 

Hugecockbull: You want to be fucked like a dog on heat by every cock on the planet, don't deny it. Put your cam and mic on, and daddy's gonna train you to be a really good slut.

I smiled. This was insane, but exciting. But still I couldn't quite formulate words to type, and wasn't sure I was ready to put my mic on.

Hugecockbull: Your pathetic hubby wants you to be a slut too. He wants to see you get fucked by everyone except him. And then he wants to lick their cum out of your stretched cunt. Come on slut, you know you want it.

I switched my cam on, and looked bashfully into it.

Hugecockbull: Don't try looking so sweet and innocent. You are a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut. I want you to say that and mean it.

I switched my microphone on.

"I am a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut," I said pensively.

Hugecockbull: Not good enough. I want you to say it louder and mean it. Imagine a sea of cocks in front of you, waiting to fuck you in every hole, what do you say to them.

"I am a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut!" I said, more aggressively this time.

Hugecockbull: Spread your legs and stroke as you say it.

I did as he asked. I loved being told what to do like this, being instructed like a toy for his pleasure.

"I am a fucking dirty cock-loving cum-slut!" I said.

Again and again he made me say it, and more besides, as my pussy began to throb again. I was getting close again I could feel it, so close.

Hugecockbull: Now stop he said, time for serious chat.

"No I can't stop. I want to cum!" I said.

Hugecockbull: You will do what you are fucking told cum-slut. Say it. Say you will do whatever I fucking tell you to do.

"I will do whatever you fucking tell me to do," I said, but continued fingering my cunt regardless.

Hugecockbull: I said stop. If you don't stop, I am not going to help you.

And he was gone. Hugecockbull is now offline it said. I stopped. Then he was back. I messaged him quickly.

Marcellaminx: Sorry I have stopped now, please come back.

Hugecockbull: Cam and mic back on plz.

Hugecockbull: Tell me again you will do whatever I tell you.

"I will do whatever you fucking tell me to do!" I said.

Hugecockbull: Master, call me Master.

"Yes Master."

Hugecockbull: The whole thing, say it.

"I will do whatever you fucking tell me to do Master."

No housework got done that day. The whole day was spent online with Master Huge. He showed me videos of cuckolds being tormented by their wayward wives, showed me orgies, and watersports and gloryholes and bukkake videos. I was hooked, my whole existence was about my own pleasure today, maybe every day from now on. He asked whether I would sign the contract he had got Paul to draw up for me. He said if I signed it, he'd make all my dirty fantasies come true. He told me how this was my "year of transformation", that in a year's time I would be ready to be a fucktoy for every man everywhere, but that I had to do exactly as he said as he trained me up for the next year.

He gave me an address, a hotel. He told me to come there. To go there now. To wear nothing but a fur coat and boots. To travel like that on the tube. To do it now, not to worry that I hadn't washed or showered today, that I smelt of my own sweat and juices. 

I wanted to go. I wanted to sign the contract, and go and get properly fucked for the first time in my life. I was ready.

The door to the front room, opened. Paul came in. Master Huge could see him approaching on the webcam.

Hugecockbull: Your hubby's home. And I believe he has a task of his own for you.

I looked around. Paul smiled, a carrier bag in hand, and pulled out the little cock cage he had promised.

Hugecockbull: I want to see you give him one last blow job. Then he never puts his cock in you again, will you Paul?

"No Master Huge," Paul said, looking over my shoulder.

Oh my god, I thought. This really is happening. I looked at the screen, then at Paul, bewilderment, excitement in my eyes.

Hugecockbull: Come on shrimp dick, strip for your slutty wife. I want to see your cum dribbling down her chin.

"Yes Master Huge," Paul said, tearing his clothes off excited as a little school boy, before standing in front of me, his tiny penis as big as it ever got pointed up towards me.

I looked into the camera, never stopped looking into the camera, as I began to devour his cock. I was putting on a real show. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had a real cock to suck on. Master Huge's cock. 

I hadn't had much practice at cock sucking so far in my life, but I knew that would soon change, and anyway Paul was so excited that he was cumming almost as soon as my tongue rolled over his tiny head. Still I looked at the camera, the cum dribbling down my chin, me feeding it back into my mouth and savouring the taste for him, for Master Huge.

Hugecockbull: What a wimp! Can't wait to fuck your throat with my huge dick. That was nothing.

Hugecockbull: Get that thing on him, and kiss his little pindick goodbye.

It took a little while to work out, but soon enough, Paul's flaccid little member was soon encased in the little cock cage, and Master Huge had me place the key on locket around my neck.

Hugecockbull: Okay slut. Time to get fucked for real. Put your fur coat and boots on and meet me here in half an hour. Don't be late.

And he was gone. I looked at Paul.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" I said, and handed him the signed contract. "Just remember this is what you wanted. Last chance for you to tell me not to go."

He said nothing, deep in thought. So I made the decision for him. I wasn't passing up this opportunity, I needed Master's cock inside me.

"Too late. Go and grab my fucking boots and my fur coat and do it quickly!"

He smiled, then scurried off to find the items I had requested.

"Money!" I demanded, and he fiddled around to get to the pockets of his inside-out trousers from the lounge floor, before he handed my a £20 note.

I looked at him in disgust still holding out my hand. I was loving this character I was building. I was being a real bitch, and I loved it.

Eventually he got the hint and he handed over his entire wallet, credit cards and all. 

"My boots are dirty," I said, "lick them clean."

And without hesitation he was down on his hands and knees lapping away. I made him lick every inch. Then he got a bit cheeky, and started to lick up the inside of my leg. I let him get close, real close to my dripping pussy, then pushed him back onto the floor.

"Not yet" I said. "When I get back, maybe I'll let you lick Master's cum from my cunt, would you like that?"

"Oh yes," he said, his little dick trying to press itself out of its cage. 

"Okay well we'll see. You need to do all the housework before I get back, and then we'll see."

With that, I buttoned up my fur coat, and strode out of the house into the cool night air, the breeze finding it's way up to my exposed pussy as I walked. I was going to get fucked tonight, and I didn't care who knew it.

To be continued