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Good Doggie Ch. 1

By: AmourousOne



Emma and I both work for what we refer to as a "low-tech" company near the Silicon Valley. The company we work for makes home radon detectors, which we assemble in the plant and sell direct to large hardware warehouses and wholesale direct-to-public stores. I work in Sales and Marketing, and Emma works in assembly. Although we work in different departments, we would often bump into each other in the employee lounge at lunch time, and sometimes would eat lunch together. There was always a little harmless flirting going on between us, and I probably had a few fantasies about her, but the fact that we were both married with kids kept the flirtation harmless, and I always wrote it off to fun and kidding in the workplace. She was very pretty and I was flattered by her attention.

One morning Emma called my office and asked if we could go out to lunch together that day. She said she had something she needed to talk to me about, and although I felt it was a little bit inappropriate, I was also a bit intrigued, and agreed to meet her for lunch at a nearby coffee shop.

Emma was about 27 at the time with a young son and daughter, and explained to me that she and her husband were having severe problems. She told me that she respected my opinion, and needed someone with a little more life experience to talk to. She felt she couldn't go to her parents because she feared they wouldn't support her if she decided to leave her husband. I was 12 years her senior, not quite her parents' age to be sure, and although I was happily married with 2 sons of my own, I felt I could give her some good advice. She asked how she would know when it was time to call it quits and leave her husband. My advice was to make every effort to stick it out, remarking that I knew of two or three couples who had split up because the wife was unhappy, only to have her want her husband back after a year or so of soul-searching. In most cases, the husband had already moved on and was unwilling to take her back.

I also told Emma that she owed it to her kids to make every effort to hold the marriage together, but it was the 90's, and people did get divorced. My final bit of advice was that she would know if and when it became hopeless, and that she would know when it was time to leave. Just by the fact that she was unsure at this point indicated to me that the time was not right.

She thanked me, and we returned to work in our own cars. Nothing was ever mentioned again about our lunch, but in time Emma did leave her husband, and would show up at work with dark circles under her eyes, obviously suffering. I tried to be her friend, and the flirting stopped. For a while, anyway.

After about six months, Emma was back to her normal perky self, and was dating. She had struck up a very close friendship with Joyce in shipping, and I often heard them making plans for weekend trips to the beach with their kids as well as jogging together and movie excursions. Joyce's husband worked for a company that built golf courses, and he was often out of town for extended periods. The two women with no husbands became close and obviously provided a good support system for each other. And it was funny, my parents called me Joseph, and everyone else in my life has called me Joe. For some reason, Joyce always called me Joey. And while I would never let anyone else get away with it, there was something endearing about the way she called my Joey, and asked me how I was doin'. As Emma's spirits rose, she began a whole new round of flirting with me, this time being much bolder than before. I would often make detours through the assembly rooms for a "chance" meeting with her, and when we were alone in her cubicle, she would say things like "it's too bad you're married. We could really heat the sheets together!" I'd blush and laugh, and I think that just encouraged her.

During this time, Emma's beauty really blossomed. She is very thin with long naturally blonde hair. Although she is thin, she is toned and shapely, with small pert breasts (yes, I had noticed), and a sparkle in her eye. Her skin is smooth and very light, with a rosy glow in her cheeks. She had a smile that could drop you from across the room. She had a certain outfit that she would wear that was light pink with a pink sweater, and it just set off her skin tones perfectly, and always made my heart skip a beat when I saw her wearing it.

The flirtation went on for over a year until suddenly, from out of the clear blue sky, my wife decided that she was unhappy. She discovered this by falling in love with someone else, making her realize that she had never really loved me. Within a month she was out of our house and into his, and within six months the property was settled, the custody was decided, the divorce was final, and she was married to someone else. I was just shocked and dazed, and became the one showing up at work with circles under my eyes indicating the level of grief that I was going through. Emma was always there for me, with a kind word and a pat on the back. The flirting stopped again; I think she sensed that it just wouldn't be the same for me.

But time does heal all wounds, and slowly my spirits also rose. As I faced my new life as a part time Dad and a full time mateless man, I did begin to think about remedying my loneliness. And of course, as I mulled entering the dating scene, my thoughts turned to Emma. Finally one day, gathering all my courage, I "happened" by her cubicle and dropped in on her.

"Emma, do you remember how you used to say we could make beautiful music together if I wasn't married?" I asked.

"I sure do!" was her reply.

"Well, I've been thinking that maybe since I'm not married anymore that we might get together and kind of try it on for size." I really didn't know how to be smooth, but I was trying.

"I've been wondering how long it would be until you came sniffing around," she laughed. "Heel, boy!!" I laughed back and almost made a "woof, woof" sound. As always, talking with Emma was easy and fun.

She continued: "I've kind of been thinking about that myself lately, but didn't know if you were ready."

"I am," I said. "At least I think I am."

"I think you are, too. There's just one thing I have to know, though, before I say yes." I wondered what it might be. It didn't take me long to find out. "Would you be willing to do whatever I tell you to?"

I was a bit confused, and told her I didn't get quite what she meant. "If you mean, would I do what you wanted to please you in bed, the answer is absolutely yes."

"Well, that's not exactly what I meant," she said. "More like if I asked you stand in the corner for 10 minutes, or to lick between my toes, or to wash me in the shower, would you do that? Not when we're out at a movie, or at work or anything; just when we're alone together and intimate."

Two things struck me then. The first was a rush of blood to my head and to my crotch, the second that although I had never considered anything like this, that the idea turned me on. Sex with my ex-wife had always been pretty straight. We'd have intercourse a couple times a week, and maybe once a month have some oral sex. Her idea of oral sex was to just go down and peck around a little bit at my peter, give it a couple quick licks, then come up smiling as if she had just done the greatest thing for me in my life. The idea of something more than that was very, very intriguing.

"Well, I've never really had a request like that before but yes, I'd be willing to do that. Probably with a couple of conditions, though."

"And what might the conditions be??" Her big, brown eyes were really sparkling like never before.

"Well, I don't like the idea of having to see or touch a naked man," I said. She laughed at that. "And I don't really think tongues and buttholes go together very well. Other than that, I'd probably be game for just about anything."

"Great!" she said. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation.

"Great!" I said. After a few moments of pregnant pause, I asked "So now what?."

"I'll get back to you," she said, and went back to work at her table. I stood there not quite knowing where to go from there. Finally, I turned to go.

"You've had a vasectomy, haven't you?"

"Yes," was my reply.

"Good," she said.

The rest of the day I couldn't get the conversation out of my mind, and that night at home alone, I just about wore myself out flogging away at my dick as it seemed to keep getting hard again and again and again, as I thought again and again about our conversation and the possibilities that might lay ahead. As for Emma, she was very normal at work, mildly flirtatious, but never making any mention of our previous conversation. Finally one day I screwed up the courage to ask her if we were going to get together, and her only reply was, "Yeah, I told you I'd get back to you on that."

So I just waited.

After about two weeks, the company announced that it would be closing for three days. Often production got ahead of orders, and inventories were high. When the boss gave the assembly and shipping departments days off, he usually closed the whole shop, giving all the employees some unpaid leave. Emma called me in my office the day before the layoff.

"Do you have your kids right now?" she asked.

"No, they're at their Mom's."

"Good. Mine leave for school at 7:45 tomorrow morning. Can you be at my house at 8?"

"Absolutely!" was my instant reply. "Should I bring anything?"

"No darlin', what I need from you is a permanent attachment." Wow!!!!

Needless to say I was extremely punctual the next morning, arriving at her doorstep at exactly 8:00 a.m. She answered quickly when I knocked, and smiled as she let me in. She was wearing a light yellow gingham dress, gathered just below the breast, and reaching about to her knee. She looked fresh, clean, and absolutely beautiful.

"Shouldn't we have, like, gone to a movie for our first date?" I asked mirthfully.

"No, I think this is going to be better than a movie," was her coy reply. "O.K, here's what I want you to do first." She handed me a long white bib apron. "Go into my bedroom, shut the door, take off all your clothes, and put on this apron. Don't come out until I tell you." This was getting good already!!

I went into her bedroom, shut the door, took off all my clothes and put the apron on. As I glanced down, I saw that she had cut a hole in the apron at precisely the area where my groin was, and had stitched around the edges of the aperture. I wasn't quite sure if I was supposed to be hanging out of it, but since she hadn't mentioned anything about it, I decided to leave my somewhat swollen, but not yet hard, dick swinging inside the apron. I took a look at myself in her full length mirror, and thought I didn't look too ridiculous. I was pretty fit for my age, and looked pretty good with nothing on but an apron with a bulge in the center.

After about 10 minutes of sitting on the edge of her bed and wondering what was going to happen next, I heard Emma call out for me to come on out to the living room. I was a bit shocked to see that Joyce was sitting on the sofa with Emma, dressed in a nightie with a sheer robe over it.

"Hi, Joey," said Joyce. "You look pretty good." As I learned later, Joyce was supposed to have beaten me to the house, but one of her kids had missed the bus, and she had to drive them to school. My wait in the bedroom was the chance for Joyce to get there.

"I've got to say I'm a little surprised to see you here, Joyce." I was really quite shocked.

"It's ok, Joe," Emma said. "Joyce always comes over in the morning for coffee on our days off."

"Well, I guess it's ok with me, then," I replied weakly.

"So here's what I want you to do, Joe. I want you to go into the kitchen and clean it up. There are dirty dishes, and the floor needs mopping. Also, when you have an erection, I want you to put it through the hole in your apron. When it's not hard, I want it inside."

So I went into the kitchen, finding the dishes and pans from an apparantly very nice breakfast that Emma had prepared for her children prior to them departing for school. I did the dishes, wiped off the counters, and cleaned the floor with a wet towel. Whenever my dick became hard, which it did when I would get to thinking about what was going on, I would put it through the hole, and whenever it went soft, which it did when I concentrated on the task at hand, would pull it back inside. All during my labors, the two girls sat on the couch in the living room, with their backs to me, chatting merrily away, and drinking coffee. Just as if I wasn't there.

When I finished with the kitchen, I returned to the living room, dick in. I looked down at the two lovely ladies on the couch, and asked, "What next?" Joyce was about the same age as Emma, and almost her opposite with a full, buxom figure and dark auburn hair.

"Well, Joe, what I want you do to is to turn on the T.V., push the play button on the video player, then go into the laundry room that's off the hall and get the feather duster that's in the cupboard above the washer. Then I want you to play with yourself in the laundry room, and you can't come back in here until you have the feather duster, and you are hard and sticking out of your apron. And not for at least five minutes or so."

Well, I could feel Mr. Johnson cooperating already, and as I walked down the hall looking for the laundry room, I was becoming quite erect. I located the feather duster, and as instructed, began playing with myself in the laundry room. I was already hard, but I had been instructed to do so, and feared that she just might be twisted enough to have hidden cameras, and that they were watching me on the video player in the living room. I also realized that I might have a slight problem in that if I were to keep playing with myself much longer, I would reach an unplanned and unallowed crescendo. So I backed off a little, studying the smoke detector to determine if it was really a camera. I was about as turned on as I had ever been.

Finally I figured about 5 minutes had passed, so my moment of truth was about to happen. Out through the hole was my stiff pecker, and out to the living room I marched, feather duster in hand. I presented myself to the ladies on the couch, and Emma reached up and took my cock in her hand, giving it a nice slow squeeze. "Ooh, that's nice," she said. "Feel it, Joyce."

So Joyce reaches up and takes hold of my ragingly stiff schlong. She gives it a few light strokes. "That is nice," she says. "Nice and thick." "And hard," Emma adds.

"Ok, Joe, we'd like you to dust the dining room and living room, and we want to see that hard cock sticking out of your apron as much as possible. If it starts to go soft, play with it and make it hard again. Start with the dining room."

The dining room was between the kitchen and the living room, so once again, I was behind the girls on the couch, as they faced away from me towards the T.V. The sound came up on the T.V., and I realized that it was not me in the laundry room that they had been watching, but a porno movie with some very enthusiastic actors in the throes of sexual ecstasy. As I dusted the dining room table, I watched the movie, looking between the two girls' heads, which were about two feet apart on the sofa. They were laughing and commenting on the antics of the naked actors and actresses, and really looked like they were enjoying it. I also noticed that the coffee thermos and cups that had been on the coffee table had been replaced by a medium sized paper bag while I had been in the laundry room. I wondered what might be in the bag.

I finished up with the dining room, and moved into the living room, dusting the piano, and the many trinkets on the casual tables. My cock was pointing straight out, and when the girls remarked on what a nice cock that was, I wasn't sure if they were referring to mine or to the one on the screen, which was even thicker and longer than mine!! I was dusting away, and noticed that the girls had fallen silent. On the screen, I saw that a woman was furiously licking away at another woman's dripping pussy. Great close-ups! I looked back at the women on the couch, and they both sat with their eyes transfixed on the screen. Joyce had her arms crossed below her breasts, and was absent-mindedly pinching and rolling her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Emma reached down and ran her hand up her own thigh and under her dress. I could see that she was stroking herself, slowly and evenly, as her dress rose and fell with her self-ministrations. 

As the women on the screen switched places, with the pleasure respondent now going down on the pleasure giver, Joyce's hand reached over to Emma's thigh. I got the feeling that this may not be the first time these girls had watched a porno together. As I kept dusting the same spot over and over, Joyce began slowly stroking Emma's bare thigh, lifting her dress a little higher with each stroke. She continued to pinch her own nipple, as she slowly worked up the inside of Emma's thigh. Emma removed her own hand from her pussy and spread her legs just a little bit wider, allowing Joyce's hand to find her honey-pot. I could see the look in Emma's eye at the moment that Joyce's hand hit pay dirt. She jerked slightly, her eyes glazed over, and then closed for a moment. "Mmmm," I heard her say quietly.

Joyce now had her right hand moving steadily under Emma's dress, and Emma began to slowly rock, thrusting lightly against each stroke from Joyce's hand. As she did so, she reached over and pulled up Joyce's nightgown to the middle of her thighs, and reached under Joyce's gown. Her hand began working away. Both sat with their eyes fixed on the screen, stroking each other's pussies, which were not visible to me, but clearly audible with a liquid, squishing sound. I dusted away at that spot, Henry straining towards the ceiling.

Joyce began rocking, thrusting her butt up off the couch with each of Emma's strokes. I imagined that digits had disappeared inside Joyce by now, as she continued to pinch away at her nipple, thrusting softly at each of Emma's strokes, and letting her own hand go limp in Emma's crotch.

Finally, Joyce closed her eyes, and lost herself in the moment. Emma began stroking faster, and Joyce began to moan with each stroke. Joyce's face began to contort as her moans came faster and as she bucked harder, and I could see her orgasm in the almost pained look her face took on at that moment. She gasped once or twice, grabbing Emma's hand and pushing and grinding it into her pussy, then holding it there tightly against her womanhood as she slowly returned to this world.

I think by that time the spot was fully dusted, and I was brought out of my reverie by Emma's voice. "Joe, push the coffee table towards the T.V., then get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to right in front of me." 

"Right!" I said as I pushed away the coffee table and lowered myself to the floor, the head of my straining prick pointing my way towards Emma. I crawled over to a position directly in front of her, as she sat close to Joyce with her knees held tightly together.

"Are you my good doggie, Joe?" Emma asked.

"Woof, woof, " I barked.

With that, she reached forward and grabbed the paper bag. Out of it she pulled a large red dog collar, which she fastened around my neck. She reached again into the bag, and pulled out a short leash, which she attached to my collar.

Looking over at Joyce, she said, "You hold him while he goes down on me. I don't want him to get away. " With that, she spread her legs, and for the first time I saw the object of my many fantasies. I was happily surprised to see that it was shaved clean, except for a small tuft of hair above her glistening lips.


Good Doggie Ch. 1



"Don't doggies like to lick their mistresses?" Emma asked me.

"Yes, they do."

"Then lick me, doggie. Lick me down there." And she spread her legs wider yet.

With Joyce holding my leash, I moved in between Emma's legs, breathing in her scent as I drew close. She smelled absolutely wonderful; like fresh dew on a spring morning. With one last long inhale through my nose, I began lapping at her pussy. She tasted wonderful. Like a dog I took long, slow licks up her entire slit and back down again. From time to time I would stop to linger on her clitoris, gently licking circles around it, and at times nibbling it with my canines. Joyce reached over with her free hand, her other holding my leash, and took hold of Emma's small patch of pubic hair, pulling it up, exposing her clitoris, which was red and swollen, and more erect than any clitoris I had ever seen.

"She likes it when you do this, doggie." Joyce said. There was no need for me to, though, as Joyce's hand remained, stretching Emma's lips upward and exposing her clit. I licked away, relishing every moment and every taste and every smell of my sexy mistress's very wet cunt.

"Put one finger in me," Emma commanded. I did as told, and she gasped as I slipped my index finger into her slippery slough. I began moving it slowly in and out as I concentrated my tongue on her clit. "Now put two in." Done, as I added my middle finger. Slowly I stroked in and out, reaching into her greatest depths, then pulling almost out. She began rocking gently against my hand and mouth. "Now three." Once again, I complied, and speeded up my thrusts slightly, beginning to flick her clitoris with my tongue. "Four.' She groaned as I took all four fingers and thrust them into her. "Faster," she cried. I went faster. "Harder," she shrieked. I went harder. Just then Emma tensed, and I felt my face and hand flooded by her juices as she clenched her legs tightly around my head and came hard with a violent jerk. "Oh God," she said. "That was almost too much!." I licked Joyce's fingers as they pushed softly against Emma's cunt, holding her gently while she came down from her orgasm.

"You are a good doggie," Emma told me as she leaned forward and reached for my pounding dick. She took hold and gave it a few strokes, then came forward off the couch onto the carpet, putting her head in my lap and sucking and licking me vigorously. To say it felt good would be the understatement of the year. I looked over at Joyce, and she was again pinching her nipple, watching with rapt attention as Emma gave me the best blowjob I had ever had by a longshot. Emma kept mumbling, "good doggie, good doggie" as she licked and rubbed and kissed and sucked away at my penis. I felt the feeling start to grow, and wondered if she wanted me to come or not.

"Can I come?" I barked.

"Yessssssssssss," she said as she speeded up her hand and mouth. "Good doggie can come." With that I literally exploded, and she sucked me dry as spurt after spurt after lovely spurt erupted in her warm mouth. Too good to be true.

She sat back up on the couch, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You are a good doggie, Joe."

"You sure are, Joey," Joyce added for punctuation.

"Now here's what I want you do do, Joe." I was a bit worried that I would have to perform again right away because for the first fifteen minutes or so after a major orgasm I'm not really that interested in sex. But just as the rest of my desires had come true that morning, so did this one. "I want you to open the cabinet under the T.V., and get out the tape called, "Lesbian Lust," and put it in the player, and push play. Then I want you to reach into the bag on the table, and give Joyce the flesh-colored dildo that's in there, then give me the small pink one." I stood up, and Joyce rose as well, walking me over to the T.V. by my leash, then back to the coffee table. 

I gave each woman her dildo, then Emma said, "You're going to have to go out to the garage now, doggie. We need a little girl time here." With that, Joyce took me through the kitchen and out to the garage, where a plush white carpet had been laid with a water bowl and a bowl full of Reese's Pieces (my favorite!) Joyce attached my leash to a large eye hook on the work bench, patted me on the head, and said, "Good doggie, Joey. Give me a lick." 

She moved in front of me as I stood on all fours and thrust her cunt towards my face. "Just a little one before I go." I nudged up into her crotch with my nose, then began softly licking her entire pubic area. "Good doggie," she said, patted me on the head again, and disappeared back into the house.

To Be Continued...



Good Doggie Ch. 2



The piece of carpet that Emma had put in the garage for me was about 4 feet by 5 feet, and as I examined it, I could see that it had been unevenly cut from a larger piece, probably a remnant from a local carpet store. I sat down on the plush white carpet and gathered my thoughts. I had just had the most incredible sexual experience of my life; first being put in nothing but an apron with a hole cut in it for my cock and being ordered to clean Emma's house, then watching Emma get Joyce off while they watched a porno movie, then getting a dog collar and leash put around my neck, then getting Emma off with my mouth and fingers, then receiving the most incredible blowjob of my life. And it was still only 10:00 in the morning!!

I shifted position and felt my leash strain against the eye hook that it was attached to. Although I knew that at any moment I could just reach up, unhook the collar, and walk into the kitchen and make myself a ham sandwich, something kept me from doing that. The experience I had just had was so incredible that I knew I had to keep playing along. I basically had no choice. Emma had satisfied some deep and long hidden need in me, and I was hooked Literally and figuratively, I was bound to Emma now.

I got on my hands and knees and slurped some water from my bowl, then shifted my face over to the bowl of Reese's Pieces and, using my tongue, scooped a few into my mouth. As I chewed the peanut buttery treats, I began to wonder what was going on in the house. Emma had said they needed some "girl time", and I had put on a lesbian porno movie for them and given them both dildos, as I had been told to. Then Joyce had brought me out to the garage and chained me to the work bench. Were they in there right now, doing each other with the dildos? Were they sitting there watching the movie and doing themselves? Was Joyce's face buried in Emma's pussy right now? My inquiring mind wanted to know!! But I knew that Emma wanted me in the garage right now, and I was more than willing to wait until I was taken back in to the house for more fun.

I felt tired and laid down on my side, using my hands as a pillow. I thought about Emma's sweet cunt again, and it's smell and taste, and its shaven beauty. The next thing I knew, I was being awakened by Emma. Stark naked, she stood over me and pulled on my leash.

"Joe, wake up." She gave a couple small tugs on my leash, which she had already unhooked from the work bench. "We need you inside. Time to come in, doggie." She smiled that killer smile, and I got back up on all fours. I crawled over to her, and nudged her crotch with my nose, getting a nice whiff of her womanly scent. "Oh, doggie!" she said. "You don't know how much this turns me on." She put her bare feet a little wider apart on the cold concrete floor, and I gave her a nice slow lick. "That feels nice, doggie," she said softly. "That feels very nice." After another slow lick I pulled away and looked up at her, smiling. "Let's go inside," she said. As she led me back into the house on all fours, I looked at her beautiful, shapely form. Her ass was small and compact. She was even more beautiful without her clothes on.

She led me back inside to the couch where Joyce was sitting, also completely naked. The pink dildo I had given Emma lay on the cushion next to Joyce, but I didn't see the flesh colored one anywhere. Emma led me over to a spot just in front of Joyce and told me to sit. Joyce sat with her knees together, just as Emma had earlier as I sat obediently in front of her. Emma sat down on the couch next to Joyce, and I quickly gave Joyce the once over. Her breasts were huge, and almost perfectly formed, with dark areolas giving rise to two-inch long, erect nipples . As I gazed at her awesome breasts, she reached up with her left hand and began pinching and rolling her right nipple between her thumb and middle finger. Looking directly at me, she pinched and rolled for a while, then gave her nipple a long, slow tug. Her eyes closed for a moment when she tugged at her nipple, and I could tell that it must have felt very, very good.

"Sometimes I can come from just playing with my nipples," she said. "They're very sensitive."

"Arf," I replied.

Then Emma spoke. "Joe, while you were in the garage, Joyce and I were watching our movie and playing with ourselves and with each other. The whole time I was eating her pussy, all she could talk about was watching you lick mine and how much it turned her on. She wants you to lick her, Joe, but she's not sure she should let you because she's married." Evidently Joyce had figured out that having sex with another woman wasn't cheating, but with another man, it was. Oddly, I could see the logic in it. 'I think it's alright, as long as you don't actually fuck her, but she needs a little convincing." I reached down and put my stiff boner through the hole in my apron.

Emma patted the cushion between her and Joyce. "Jump up here on the couch, doggie." I did as told, and squatted on my haunches between the two women. "Suck on her nipple, boy. Make her feel good" Joyce turned towards me, and I put my lips to her stiff nipple, sucking it in and flicking my tongue back and forth over it. Joyce turned a little more towards me and I knew she wanted some attention for her other tit. I released her nipple from my mouth and licked my way across her cleavage to her other breast. I licked all around that nipple slowly, finally taking it in my mouth and giving it the same treatment that I had the other. Joyce moaned and I saw out of the corner of my eye that she had spread her legs and was working the flesh colored dildo slowly in and out of her cunt. So that's where it had been!!!

Emma got up and repositioned herself on the other side of Joyce, never letting go of my leash. She reached down and put her hand over Joyce's and began working the dildo in and out. "Let me do that for you,sweetie," she said, and Joyce took her hand away. I looked up and saw that Joyce had her eyes closed and was giving us a long, low "mmmmmmm" every once in a while. After a few more strokes, Emma let the dildo fall to the floor and began rubbing Joyce's cunt with her hand. I could see Joyce's juices coating her fingers each time she pulled them almost out of Joyce's sopping pussy. After a few moments of this, she brought her hand up near my face.

"Here, doggie. Lick my fingers clean." I began licking Emma's hand, methodically cleaning each of her fingers, then taking each one in my mouth and licking and sucking on it. I could taste and smell Joyce's pungent, thick lubrication. Just when I had it almost clean, Emma took her hand back to Joyce's cunt, rubbing it in her juices, and bringing it back to my face. I licked again, hungry for the creamy fluid.

"Get back down on the floor." I got down from the couch, and Emma pulled on my leash until my face was inches from Joyce's hairless cunt. "You may not lick her unless I tell you to." She ran two fingers deep into Joyce, pulled them out, and offered them to me. I licked them hungrily. She took her fingers and again rammed them deep into Joyce. Joyce gave a heated cry as Emma's fingers pistoned in and out of her. Again she pulled them out and offered them to me. I could see Joyce's thick juice running from her pussy down into the crack of her ass. She was leaking like a sieve, juices running out of her. I licked at Emma's fingers, and she reached into Joyce again and scooped out a pool of juice into her two bent fingers, bringing them to my mouth as I greedily lapped at viscous liquid. She fed me from Joyce's cunt, and I was on fire. I wanted to lick and suck and fuck and never stop.

"Please let me lick her," I begged.

"Not until I tell you to."

"Please let him lick me, " Joyce cried.

"Not until I say so!" Emma snapped back as she fed me more and more of Joyce's juice, ramming her fingers into her cunt two or three strokes at a time, then smearing the juices on my face and lips. Joyce was bucking like a saddle bronc, her sweet shaved pussy bouncing up and down inches from my face.

"Ok, lick her now," Emma said as she pulled her hand away. I dove into Joyce's pussy, rubbing my face in her sopping wet hole, invading her with my nose and tongue. Emma's head bent down and she began licking and biting Joyce's left nipple while I ravaged her pussy with my face and tongue. Without permission, I reached down and grabbed the dildo. I shoved it all the way to the hilt into Joyce's wet cunt, and began ramming it in and out while I tongued her clit. She was letting out loud, hoarse cries as Emma worked on one nipple with her mouth, the other with her hand. With all of her pleasure centers being satisfied, Joyce let out a long, "ohhhhhhhhh", and came hard. Over and over she cried out as her orgasm stretched on and on. Finally, she quieted down, only to cry out, "Oh god, I'm going to come again!", and clench my head with her thighs as wave after wave washed over her. Finally she said, "Stop!. Please stop, I can't take anymore!"

I pulled away, and noticing that my leash had fallen to the ground, bent down and picked up the leather handle with my teeth, offering it to Emma. She took it from my come-coated mouth, patted me on the head, and said, "Good doggie." She glanced down and saw my stiff rod sticking straight up out of my apron.

"Ok, doggie, now for the main event." Emma told me. The main event?????? The main event?????? How could there be a main event after all that? It was all pretty much a main event to me!!! "Now I want you to fuck me." I moved towards her. "But not just yet. I want it done right, and Joyce is going to tell you how to please me." With that said, she handed my leash to Joyce. Joyce moved off the couch onto the floor beside me, and Emma lay back on the couch.

"Ok, Joey, give her some soft kisses." I crawled up to the end of the couch, and Emma turned her head towards me. I gently kissed her lips, then her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, and again her lips. She reached up and placed her hand on the back of my head, gently caressing my hair as our kiss stretched on. Her lips parted and I slowly put my tongue in her mouth. It was met by her soft tongue, and together our tongues danced to a tune that only we could hear.

"Ok, Joey, kiss her ears and her neck." I kissed across her cheek to her ear, and lightly kissed it and gently licked it. Down to her neck I kissed, burrowing my face in the crook of her neck.

"Now down to her breasts." I kissed my way down to her petite breast. As I took her nipple into my mouth, I felt it stiffen. I gently kissed and licked at both her nipples while she lightly rubbed the back of my head. "That feels nice, Joe," she said as I licked the underside of her small breast.

"Now down to her stomach, Joey," Joyce said. I kissed my way down, down, pausing briefly at her belly button, then continuing down to her small patch of pubic hair. She had a hand on each side of my head, caressing me gently as I kissed the spot where her legs met her torso. Her legs parted.

"Touch her, Joey." I reached down and ran my finger lightly up and down her bare pussy. She removed her hands from my head, and began caressing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples. I kissed the tops of her thighs as my hand found her wetness and I rubbed up and down her slippery slit, finding her clitoris, hard and firm, and completely out of it's sheath.

"Kiss her down there, Joey," Joyce directed. Emma took her left leg and brought in behind my head, draping it across my shoulder. I moved forward and put my mouth to her beautiful, wet cunt. I slowly licked her up and down, finally stopping at her stiff clit. I brought my hand up and inserted one finger in her pussy, moving it in and out slowly as I sucked her clit in and out of my mouth. She sighed.

"Ok, Joey, it's time to fuck her." With that, I climbed on top of her, instantly slipping into her tight, wet hole. It felt absolutely wonderful, like I had found a home. I began moving it in and out and Emma responded to each thrust with one of her own. She reached around my back, and held me to her. I was overcome with good feelings, our bodies joined, moving in unison, each of us lost in the passion and feelings that we were sharing. Emma began moaning and I sped up. Our mouths locked together in a passionate kiss, and we rocked together as the union of our spirits matched the union of our bodies. I felt Joyce's hand begin caressing my balls and cock as I moved it in and out of Emma's wonderful cunt. She reached above my cock, and played for a moment with Emma's clit, Emma turning up her moans a notch. As we built our speed and built our passion, Joyce took to lightly caressing us both. I pulled my mouth away from Emma's and looked into her eyes. I could see my life and my future in them at that moment, and as we gazed into each other's eyes, I began to come. It came from far away, and I could feel it coming for a long time. Emma sensed it as well, and her brow furrowed as I got closer, and I could see in her eyes that she was close as well. With my cock pushed deeply into her, I began to come, squirting my hot semen deep into her body. Emma, never taking her eyes off mine, began to come as well, each wave of her own orgasm washing across her face and eyes as it pulsed through her body. 

As our orgasms subsided, I closed my eyes and lay my head down next to Emma's. We slowly stopped moving, just holding each other closely.

"Thank you," I whispered in her ear.

"My pleasure," she answered softly.

***

An hour later, Emma and I sat at her kitchen table, eating tuna sandwiches and sipping iced tea. Joyce had left fifteen minutes before, making a mad dash out to her car in the driveway, still wearing her nightie and robe.

"So do you think I'm weird?" Emma asked.

"Not at all," I said. "I think you're wonderful."

"Thank you, Joe, but I feel like I need to explain. In my marriage, my husband absolutely dominated me. I wasn't free to go where I wanted, to do the things I wanted with my life. It was like living with a dictator." I nodded. I knew the type. "When I left him, I swore that I would never get into another relationship like that, where I felt so powerless."

"So that's why you want me to do what you tell me." I replied. "So you're in control".

"Yes, pretty much. I don't know that I'll need to be that way all the time, but I need to know that I can be that way if and when I need to. Also, I wanted it to be fun. Sex with my ex-husband was never fun. He just had his way with me. Do you understand?"

"Of course I do. Look, I liked it. I'll be honest with you, I really liked it. I didn't know that I would, but I did. Maybe it's nice for me to not have to be "man in charge" for a change."

"Well, you were the man in charge when you made love to me." She smiled that sweet smile. "Look, Joe, I really like you. I always have. I've felt a connection to you ever since I met you at work, and I think it's just amazing that circumstances have changed and that we are together here. I think I could fall in love with you. I think maybe I already have. And I'd really like to have you in my life."

Things had gotten awfully serious. "I'd like to be in your life, too, and have you in mine," I answered. She leaned across the table and kissed me. "Just so long as I know I'm free to do whatever I want. That doesn't mean I always will, because if I love you, I don't want to hurt you. But I need to know that I can. Can you live with that?"

"Of course I can. It's different, different than anything I've ever dreamed of, but I can live with it if it makes you happy." "What about Joyce?" I asked. "When did that start?"

"That's a whole other story that I'll tell you some time. We were there for each other emotionally when I had no husband, and hers was gone. The other thing missing in our life was closeness, sexual closeness." She paused for a moment. "We're just there for each other in that way, too. It's just what it is, fun and available."

"So what's next?" I asked.

"Next is for you to eat up andgo home. My kids are going to be home pretty soon!"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered, and gobbled down the rest of my sandwich.