2 comments/ 75032 views/ 6 favorites Cheating Girlfriend By: strange guy They'd been together for some years, slowly revealing their hottest fantasies to each other. She had surprisingly dark, kinky desires which he knew she'd love to realise. After lots of dirty bedroom talk and hot sex as they discussed her needs, they agreed to try it! A week passed and Saturday night finally came; tonight was the night. They parked in the side street in what they decided would be a good spot; past the night club, on the way to the taxi rank. They sat in the car, both jumpy and excited; she was wearing a small dark dress, low cut with thin straps, no bra and no panties. She was worried her state of sexual arousal would get the dress wet as her pussy was starting to moisten. Too late to worry about that now!. "Do you still want this?" he asked. Her wicked smile said it all. She couldn't believe she did, but she did. Her plan was to seduce a stranger in a dark alley, She'd thought about it for ages, the excitement, the danger. Oh yes, she wanted it. Then, the opportunity presented itself. A couple of young cute guys were chatting at the end of the street, she looked at him. "What? Two of them?" he nervously asked. She just slipped off her shoes and opened the car door and leaned back and kissed him; he saw her erect nipples as her wet lips touched. "You know the sign if I need you, honey? " "Sure," he said, and with that she shut the door and walked into the dark alley where the two guys had gone.He sat in the car, his heart racing, Damn he was going to fuck her hard when she returned. She wandered into the alley, the cold, wet concrete on her feet making her shiver, or was it the excitement? What was she gonna say to them, she really hoped they'd do all the talking and read her signals. 'Oh well, nothing ventured etc,' she thought and walked down the dimly lit street. They were having a smoke in the distance. Fuck, she was scared, but so horny as well. She walked towards them. As she got quite close, she got a good look at them. Shit! It wasn't the two guys she'd followed down here, these two were older guys, maybe italian, or greek, Anyway older, bigger and not her type. Shit, shit she thought, too late they'd seen her. "Hi there lady, you lost?" they smiled, more like leered. She could feel their eyes on her. " I lost my friends, have you seen a couple of girls walk by here?" It was the best she could think of in her nervous, aroused state. "No, just you, and where are your shoes, girl?" Fuck, she wanted to get out of here! "If your friends walked down here, they'd probably gone to the taxi rank. The kids cut through here past the kitchens back to the precinct." Thank god, they weren't weirdo's just normal, every day guys . "Yeh, just cut through here, it'll take you there," they pointed down the side of the building where they were standing. "Ok, thanks!" She just wanted to get out of here. She stepped past them and walked down the gulley, it looked darker down here. She couldn't see an exit, then she heard the footsteps behind her... There they both were. "Lost again, honey?" One man reached over and brushed her hair. "So what's a hot girl like you doing in a dark alley with no shoes, and in such a sexy little dress?" She couldn't think of a calm enough response, so she just tried to walk back past him. He reached up and brushed her hair off her face. "Wow, you are pretty!" he smiled as he said it; not a creepy smile, but a sincere one. She relaxed a touch, but she was still trapped in a situation she hadn't planned, or wanted. "Hey, I'm just lost and wanna leave!" she exclaimed, trying to regain some confidence in her voice and herself. "So soon?" he replied. "But your such beautiful company." Again he stroked her hair, this time with his hand resting on her shoulder. Her thin strap fell down her arm. "Oh sorry , let me help you with that." Instead of lifting the strap up, he pushed it down further. It all happened too quickly; she felt the cool night air on her exposed breast, her nipples instantly hardening. She gasped, but before she could say anything, he spoke. " Mmmmmm, such sexy white tits!" His warm, tanned hand cupped her breast. Fuck! What was he doing? Her mind raced. She should stop him, scream, do something, anything! But her previous horny emotions were emerging, interrupting her rational thoughts. No, she didn't want this. These guys weren't hot, she hadn't planned it to be like this. All the while her mind was firing these thoughts, his hand was stroking her breast, pinching her nipple. It felt good. "Look, no, I can't do this!" She stuttered the words. "You can't?" He asked as he slipped her other strap down, quickly squeezing both her breasts together. He dropped his head and sucked on her nipple. " Fuckkkkk" she hissed. "Hey, I think she's keen to play," he said to his friend. 'Shit! His friend,' she thought. She'd forgotten about the guy who was now standing behind her. His hands pushed her hair off her neck, then she felt his hot lips on her skin. His hands slipped down and around to her now very aroused breasts. The guy infront was now easing her dress down further, kissing her stomach. Oh god, what was she doing? The hot kisses on her neck and firm hands on her breasts kept her distracted, the dress was now in a heap around her ankles.... "What a fucking gorgeous shaved, wet pussy!" These words bought her back to the reality of the scene. She looked down to see him lean forward and gently kiss her shaved pussy lips, she purred. As his hands softly parted her thighs, she lifted her leg and placed it on his shoulder. His tongue slipped inside her, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her other alleyway lover turned her head and kissed her passionately as his friend devoured her sopping wet pussy. She looked down to see that the guy between her legs had unzipped his trousers and had his cock in his hand, wanking as he ate her out. She tilted her head to get a better look. "Looks like she wants to see your cock," the guy behind her told him. He looked up and smiled. "Have a closer look." He stood up and bent her head down to his groin. She was staring at a slim, olive coloured cock. It looked quite sexy she thought, as his fingers curled into her hair and pulled her closer. She opened her mouth and the wet tip passed her lips and glided into her mouth. "Thats it girl, suck it!" He bucked his hips slowly, fucking her mouth. The guy behind her was now on his knees and had taken over where his friend had left off, licking, kissing and sucking her pussy. 'Wow, looks like I'm going to give him a mouth full of my cum as well,' she thought wickedly to herself. The guy in front of her was now breathing heavily. He wanted to cum, but not in her mouth; he wanted that wet, shaved pussy. "Hey, she gives good head, wanna try her out?" The other guy stood up, "You bet!" He turned her around and unzipped his jeans. She resumed her position, but his cock was different, about the same length as the other but a lot thicker and hairier, it looked... she stopped thinking and plunged forward, sucking on it hard. "Wow! What an eager, naughty little girl you are!" She smirked to herself as she pleasured this stranger, 'What a dirty girl I am,' she thought. Her pussy tingled and contracted as the wickedness of the scene ran through her mind. The smaller guy was standing behind her, enjoying the sight of her ass stuck up in the air, her pussy exposed. He slipped his fingers into her. It felt so good, she wriggled back onto his hand. "You like that?" he asked. She just moaned in response. "I'll give you something better than fingers!" He slid up closer, rubbing the end of his hard shaft over her opening. She wriggled back against him. He held her ass and pushed forward, his slim, wet cock sliding fully into her in one motion. She choked as she slid forward, forcing the other guy's cock down her throat, then backed off a little she continued her blow job and the guy behind fucked her. He was slamming in and out of her so fast, it wouldn't take him long, he was so turned on. She was enjoying the sensation of the strange cock invading her, pumping her sopping wet pussy from behind as she sucked on the big guys cock like a pro. His pace quickened, and he started to moan. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks, he held her tight as he buried his cock inside her, his cum shooting inside her. She felt the warm sensation of it and matched his juice with hers. He slipped out of her slowly. "You want a piece of this?" he said to his friend , pointing at her throbbing pussy. "Too late" the other gasped, as his hands held her head still. She felt his cum jetting into her mouth as he shivered and trembled. "That was fucking good," he sighed. They zipped up and handed her her dress. As she slipped it on, no more words were exchanged. They slipped down the alley into the kitchens where they worked. She got her bearings and walked back up the alley, where her boyfriend was waiting in the car. Her mind was still racing through what had just happened, and her pussy was on fire. "You ok?" her boyfriend asked as she got into the car. "Get your cock out and drive!" He did as he was told, and pulled out onto the streets as she sucked his cock. 'Must have gone well,' he thought to himself. They got home and fell onto the living room floor, He ripped her dress off and plunged his cock into her well-used pussy. As they fucked she told him every dirty detail, how it had turned her on, what they had done to her, how and where they came. When they'd finished they were starving, so they took the usual lazy option and ordered a pizza. Eventually the delivery guy turned up. "You get it," he said. She smiled and slipped on her thin, short black silky gown, tying it loosely, her breasts hardly covered and thighs exposed as she answered the door and paid for the meal. The pizza boy's eyes were on stalks as he took the money from her. As she closed the door, she gave the young boy a sexy wink. He blushed and dropped the cash. "Oh sorry," she teased. "No! No problem," he returned, stooping to pick up the money. She bent down to help. If he hadn't gotten an eyefull before, he was now! Her left nipple was now exposed, and the material of her slip just covered her well-fucked pussy.It was a little too much for a young delivery guy; he scooped up the change and headed for his car. She turned and closed the door. The evil look on her face made her partner grin. "I'm living with one horny bitch!" he remarked. She just smiled as they ate. Cheating Girlfriend Finds a Sub Submissives probably always have an idea of their true nature but I guess each has a moment when they realise for sure. For me that wasn't until the most humiliating sexual experience of my life when I realised submission was such a powerful part of my sexuality it would literally dominate my life. I had been seeing a very cute girl called Zoë since we were both sixteen. We seemed to have the ideal relationship and I hoped we would become the perfect couple and manage to go from being High School sweethearts into adulthood. We expected things to get difficult when we both moved to different towns to go on to college at 18, but the romance continued right the way through our first year. Our long spells apart made the time together even better and as we grew up together we experimented with all sorts of lovemaking. I thought we were both very happy, until one weekend late in our second year of college. I travelled up to see Zoë and arrived in the early evening at the house she shared with four other students from her college. I hadn't told her about my visit, as I'd wanted to surprise her after she'd had a tough few weeks on a project for her course. I knew her flatmates from previous visits so they suggested I hide in her room to surprise her when she came back from the pub in an hour or so. It seemed like a good idea so I went into her room. It was a large old Victorian room filled with all the usual student clutter and Zoë's notes and books heaped on her desk. I pushed my bag under the bed and picked up a book to read to pass the time until she returned from the pub. Nearly a couple of hours passed and I had started to get impatient by the time I heard the front door slam and some giggles and laughter as footsteps made the old floorboards on the stairs creak. I took this as my cue to look for cover so that I could really surprise her and on impulse I dived into the old wardrobe in the corner. It was a big, sturdy old-fashioned thing we'd bought at a second hand place in the town when she'd moved here. It had just enough room for me to press myself in amongst her clothes and almost close the door shut behind me. I was about to jump out and hug her when I had the shock, no shocks, of my life in quick succession. First of all I realised from what I could see through the crack of the wardrobe doors that Zoë was not alone. With her was a tall young guy. The second of my shocks was when Zoë herself came into view. She was wearing a very short tight fitting black skirt and a pair of slim black heels that added a good few inches to her otherwise fairly diminutive height. I was so taken aback I froze for a good few moments taking in the scene and in even that short time it became clear this was no platonic friendship. I watched in horror as the guy lent down and hooked his hand over my girl's back and slid his hand confidently down to her bottom as he pulled her close to him for a deep kiss. There was no doubt that Zoë was as into this as he appeared to be as she leant up to him, eager to meet his lips with her own. Things were moving very quickly now as Zoë sat on the bed and I saw her reach up to begin to undo the buttons of his shirt. I wanted to jump out and stop them, but for some reason I just didn't. I think I was transfixed by what was going on in front of me and I felt entirely numb. What made all of this all the more shocking was that this was just not how Zoë seemed to be. I couldn't equate this image in front of me with the girl I knew and had been with now for more than four years. Whilst she would sometimes wear some nice underwear to give me a treat I'd never seen her wear anything like the skirt she was in at the moment, despite my encouragement that she should show off her shapely legs and figure a bit more than she did. She was far more of a jeans and jumper girl. I'd only rarely seen her wear heels before and couldn't help but notice how they shaped the curve of her calf in a very alluring way. This was certainly far from the sweet, cutely innocent looking girl that I'd become used to. The scene in front of me was becoming ever more troubling. I could see more of the young guy now. Zoë had taken his shirt off to reveal a toned and slim body not so different from my own. I reckoned he was about my height and age, but with darker hair. The pair carried on kissing and rubbing their hands over each other as he kicked off his shoes. They sat opposite each other on the bed and it was only a few moments before Zoë started unbuttoning her own mauve shirt to reveal a low half cut white lace bra that I didn't recognise having seen before. It scooped up her fairly small but beautifully rounded breasts into a pretty impressive cleavage that the lad was soon gently tracing with his fingers. They were starting to get hot and eager with each other now and there was certainly no way back from here. I felt I could hardly leave now. There was no way to sneak out in a room this size and I wasn't at all sure of how to deal with this kind of situation. Zoë had now moved in front of the guy, stood with her back to me and in front of him as he sat on the bed. From here the light gave me a fantastic view of her shape, that small petite figure whose curves I knew so well. Her long dark brown curls rolled midway down her slender back which looked a rich honey colour in the soft light. That tight skirt showed off her gently curving hips as they thinned down to the slim shapely legs that had always been the finest of her many fine features. From here I watched as he slid down the zip of her skirt and steadied her as she stepped out of it so that it landed as a small dark puddle of fabric at her ankles. It was only now I realised with a tingling sensation that my girlfriend was also wearing a very fetching pair of white lace stocking hold-ups that made her legs shimmer slightly as she shifted back on to the bed. The two of them swapped positions as hurriedly now Zoë pulled at her equally eager partner's trouser belt. His jeans and pants fell to the floor. My own gasp of astonishment was fortunately covered by the gasp that Zoë let out as she saw the guy's manhood in front of her. I could tell from the look on her face that this was the first time she'd seen this bloke naked, as she couldn't disguise the mixture of apprehension and delight that flickered across her face. This guy was certainly well endowed. It was difficult to estimate exactly how big he was at this distance but he was certainly comfortably much bigger than my own rather small four inches. He looked at least twice that size and wasn't yet fully erect, although he was certainly getting harder as he looked at Zoë in her white underwear on the bed in front of him. Zoë at first seemed reluctant to touch the guy's cock as he stood before her, but she soon snapped out of that and grasped at it with both her hands. She got them both on it with room to spare, which made me realise just how big that thing was. Zoë was certainly impressed and I could see her face begin to flush, a sure sign she was now really turned on. She then lifted his cock up towards her and slowly took the tip into her mouth as she carried on stroking down the long shaft. My eyes were bulging now, as despite our long time together and my frequently having given her oral sex Zoë had never once taken me into her mouth like that. This guy had clearly been a little more tempting and here she was stretching her mouth round the large bulbous head of his penis. He stroked her long hair and slid his hands behind her to unclip her bra and free her breasts. They rolled gently forward as he cupped them and stroked his thumb around the soft nipples. He was moaning quietly now and I noticed that Zoë was almost absent mindedly running her hand down between her legs and over the crotch of her knickers as she became more and more aroused. For the first time they were talking, I couldn't hear some of what was being whispered but Zoë looked up and said, "This is really huge, I don't know if I can take all of that." The guy muttered something to her and she smiled up at him in a cheeky grin that made her cheeks dimple. "Oh yeah, I'm sure I want it. Just be a little gentle. I'm not used to anything that size." Those words stung, but it was patently obvious that thing was going to stretch her in a way I never had, and to the best of my knowledge I was the only person Zoë had ever had sex with before. She was eager now, hardly able to keep her eyes or her hands off his cock. She knelt up on the bed and slid down her thin white-laced panties to reveal her dark thatch of carefully trimmed hair. She slightly parted her thighs to give a glimpse of her pussy and even from here I could see telltale glistening threads on her hair where she was already damp with anticipation at what was to come. The discarded white panties had been flung towards the wardrobe and I could see that inside the delicate white lace the material was moist with her wetness. As Zoë continued to run her hands over his hard erection he was now teasing her gently by running his fingers over the lips of her pussy. It wasn't long before she was knelt up on the bed and I could hear her demanding urgently, "take me, I want you in me. Now. Please." Even this wasn't enough for him as he teased her further. He moved behind her so that Zoë was knelt behind him, her wonderful rounded arse pointing back towards him and her face pointing towards me. I could see she was desperate for him now but instead he continued to rub his huge shaft along the entrance of her pussy and across its lips. She was starting to pant now and it was terrible to see my usually demure girlfriend behaving in such a wanton fashion with this stranger. She soon propped herself up one elbow so that she could reach back between her legs and part herself more fully for him. "In there, I want to feel that huge cock of yours in me right now." He didn't need any further invitation and I shuddered as I saw he was starting to enter her. The expression on Zoë's face was a strange blend of some pain mixed with an obvious intense pleasure. She gasped and squealed as she shifted to accommodate the large penis probing into her, but I could imagine she was by now so well lubricated by her own juices that at least the first part had slid in easily enough. She tried to arch back against him to force more of it inside but he held her round her waist and slipped in gradually. Her eyes were wide now and her mouth curled open in a beautiful torment as she panted, "All of it, give me all of it." He teased a while longer but then suddenly pushed his hips hard against her arse. After just a few thrusts Zoë was shuddering and with a further firm thrust she howled in what could only be a hugely intense orgasm. To see her reach such overwhelming ecstasy so quickly with this other man made me angry in a way that I couldn't describe - yet I didn't move. To my astonishment I realised that for all the feelings of jealousy and betrayal swirling through my head my own little cock was now rock hard against my pants. Despite part of me wanting to be physically sick another part of me was unmistakably aroused at seeing my girl taken in such a way. My mixture of feelings was added to by the knowledge that I had never once managed to bring her that kind of climax myself. Even when trying desperately to delay my own orgasm as long as possible during sex I'd never once made Zoë cum just by penetration. This far more substantial tool had managed it in less than a minute. It was clear that the session was not yet over and despite having just had such an apparently shattering climax Zoë was eager for more. She rolled onto her back so that she was now underneath the man, her legs spread wide to once again take his cock. Having allowed her to move he quickly re-entered her, this time with more force than before. That huge shaft was now glistening with my girl's wetness, as it slid back inside her she gasped with surprise having immediately forgotten his sheer size. I was surprised by how quickly they built up a fast rhythm as he pushed into her hard and fast. Zoë was quickly panting again, and her moans were loud and throaty as she seemed to forget herself in the primal joy of getting so well and truly fucked. The sordid session seemed to go on for an age. I was certainly impressed with this man's control as I felt close to coming myself just from the sight of the two of them. Zoë's noises were more and more demanding and I had a great view of her face which was pointing directly back over the edge of the bed at my hiding place. Even upside down I could see her smile flickering across her quivering upper lip as she made the most of the fuck of her life. Her small dark nipples bobbed in and out of sight as she took the force of his thrusts, each one reinforced by the slap of his thighs against her fleshy buttocks. Her legs were spread upward in a wide V behind her, the sheer white sheen of her stocking covered sloping thighs glistening with the sweat of their combined exertions. After a few urgent demanding pants my girlfriend was again bucking with the abandon of a keenly felt orgasm and her cries seemed sure to be heard all over the house. I hoped her friends thought it was me doing this to her. That thought was soon pushed from my mind, along with all others, as I saw him whip out his tool from my still writhing girlfriend. He too was now close to cumming, and he was pulling himself off as he knelt over Zoë. I watched in frozen fascination as she stroked at the tip of his cock and helped his final few strokes. As I watched he sprayed my girl with a fountain of his cum, treating her like an eager cheap porn star as his sperm shot out across her tits, face and into her long dark curls. The two of them lay there on the bed for a while, motionless and speechless. There was then a whispered conversation, a few giggles and then they sat up while he got dressed. He kissed her on the cheek and with that he left, gently letting himself out of the room. Zoë simply sat for a while longer, allowing her breathing to slow right back down to normal. She still looked incredible, although her hair was heavily ruffled and her face was gently flushed. Her skin was covered in a gentle glistening film of cooling perspiration, and one of her white lace stocking top trims had twisted over in the throws of her enthusiastic rubbing against her new lover. To me it didn't look as if she'd be awake much longer, and I reasoned that after all of that she'd easily sleep heavily enough for me to be able to slip back out of the room and out of the house to get my head back together. Just while I was thinking this I was brought sharply back into the present by Zoë's voice. She was looking straight at the wardrobe, and I thought she'd called my name. And then my heart leapt when she definitely said, "You can come out now." She needed to say it twice more before my addled, shocked brain could get my cramped muscles to respond and push at the door. I could hardly move after my hour in such a small space and comically toppled into the room and onto the carpet. "You knew I was there?" I stammered, managing to find myself even more astonished and not yet able to articulate all the emotions I felt. "Oh yes" she said, looking at me as if surprised that I was even more dumb than she'd thought. "The girls downstairs told me you were here. Besides which, you'd left the side lamp on when I came in." I managed to get out a squeaky, "Then why?" before being fixed with a look that stopped me in my tracks and which I will remember forever. It was full of determination and utterly without remorse, but also contained just a little pity as well as a heap of disdain. As I stayed sat on the carpet staring at those dark heeled shoes and her stocking clad ankles Zoë told me exactly what she wanted to happen next. She explained that whilst she still wanted to stay with me for a lot of reasons she'd realised from conversations with girlfriends that she was missing out on really good sex. She said that after what I'd seen tonight I must realise that too, and this was something I found impossible to argue with. She explained that she knew how much I worshipped her and she was quite happy for that to continue, on the condition that I effectively became her slave and that I understood she was now in total control of all of our sexual interactions. As part of the deal I would have to understand that when the feeling took her she would be having sex with better endowed men who could bring the orgasmic sex she craved. My own future sex life would however be strictly controlled to keep me compliant, although if I obeyed properly I could expect treats and even be allowed to watch Zoë having sex with her new lovers in the way that I just had. Those eyes that were normally so soft and gentle fixed me with that firm stare again as she said, "I need your answer now." I was stunned. This was a girl who could rarely decide what she wanted to eat for her dinner, now laying down this bizarre and frightening ultimatum. In my mind I was still considering my options and giving serious thought to walking out, but like all weak feeble-willed men I was ultimately doing my thinking in my crotch. To hear my girl talk so forthrightly about her lust had for some reason I couldn't fathom hit the mark somewhere in my own desire to be controlled and enslaved. My straining little cock pushed hard again against my trouser flies and gave away the answer even before I managed a whispered, defeated, "Yes." "Good," she smiled. "I can't help but notice your eyes are straying all over the place, little Gary. Why don't we seal the deal by you treating me as your Mistress right away? I want you to sooth my sore pussy with your tongue." She had never spoken me to like this, but the effect it was having couldn't have been stronger. I could barely shuffle on my knees for the problems my erection was giving me as it pushed upwards against my clothes. I knelt before her open legs and felt such a thrill as I pushed my face into the dank hair. Up close I was overwhelmed by the sweet musk of her sex and that most evocative smell made by already straining erection feel like it must burst. My tongue was eager to do what it could to satisfy where my own cock had failed, and I gently lapped around the swollen, puffy lips of her pussy. My tongue gently searched around her entrance, so much wider than normal from its recent stretching. I traced my tongue upwards and felt her sweet little clit already hardening again, responding to my probing. With Zoë pushing my head harder against her, closing her thighs around my head, I lost track of time as my tongue pushed and licked, somewhere above me her sweet sighs mounting into another, softer, orgasm. Finally I was pushed away from her back on to the floor at her feet. She looked down at me and laughed, not unkindly. No doubt my face looked a mess, all flushed and covered with her wetness. She pushed herself back up and straightened her stocking top a little. "You did well for a first time slave, so I suppose I might just let you have a little treat for that little prick of yours. Would you like that slave?" My face smarted at being talked to like this, but the truth was I was now so desperate to cum I'd have done anything she'd wanted, and she knew it. I nodded, almost unable to talk as my tongue felt so tired from giving her head for so long. "Right then," Zoë said. "I want you to beg first. Ask for my permission to touch your little cock." I managed to get out: "Please may I touch my cock now." "Not good enough, you are a slave asking for a treat. I want you to say, 'Please Mistress Zoë, may I touch my pathetic little cock." I said it, and she laughed. Then she told me I could kneel in front of her and show her my excuse for a cock. I fumbled hurriedly to free my poor imprisoned penis from my pants and pulled my trousers to the floor. My four inch cock burst out and pointed angrily up at Zoë, as hard and throbbing as I ever remembered having seen it. My underwear lay on the floor in front, liberally smeared with pre-cum. It provided a further sign of how aroused I had been, as if one was needed. Cheating Girlfriend Finds a Sub My girlfriend was now sniggering and looked down at me. "I think that little stub reminds us both why what happened tonight needed to happen. It's not much compared to a real man's length is it? Anyway, you have been good in the circumstances, so you may cum. But don't think I'm wanking you off like I used to. You can put your cock on my palm and rub on it. You can fuck my hand like the pathetic little slave you are." I was a bit disappointed but I was also desperate. I rested my cock on her outstretched palm, the same hand that had so recently been tightly gripped around that much larger shaft. I eagerly rocked myself back and fore for the few fleeting moments it took before I finally found welcome release. So that was the start of a very special year or so as I served her as a cuckolded humiliated little slave, rarely allowed to cum myself and even less rarely allowed to do so too near Zoë. I was tortured but oddly contented serving my former sweetheart as a mistress. Although we broke up a few years later it was nothing to do with the change in our relationship and now I'm trying to recreate that special feeling I had serving at the feet of a powerful and beautiful woman.