When I shared our first story, I wasn’t sure if there would be a second.
Then on my first day working from home, he reached out, and it was on. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when I know how hard I’m making him, and telling him how wet he’s making me. I force him to describe how he’d worship me, and he tells me how much he wants to eat my pussy, licking me and sucking my clit until I soak his face. How he wants to suck my tits and bite at my nipples, and I tell him he must leave a mark the next time so I can get turned on whenever I see it. He eagerly agrees.
He tells me he felt like such a slut trying on lace panties for me, and that he wants to wear a lace thong for me. He gets off on me telling him how small his dick looks, how pathetic when it’s covered in lace. Which I tell him, but then admit that I love watching it grow for me—how I’m the one with that kind of power.
He tells me he’s getting hard at his desk, he is still working in his office instead of at home. I tell him I want to see, but he’s not allowed to touch. Throughout the day we continue to text, his dick is throbbing now and twitching through his pants beneath his desk. I tell him how many times I’ve played with my pussy because I’m so wet thinking of how I want to fuck my slut. But still, he is not allowed to touch.
Late in the afternoon, he asks for permission to ask a question, and I grant it.
“Madame, may I please come by to pick up a thong to wear for you?”
Of course, I grant this. We will only have a few minutes, but I decide to treat him to a surprise—part of the pleasure I get is from how much I turn him on. So I put on a lacey black teddy and matching cheeky panties and wait for his arrival. I open the door as I hear him come up the front stairs, and watch as his jaw drops upon seeing my outfit.
“Hello, slut,” I say as I pull him inside and shove the lace thong he has come to pick up inside his mouth.
“Take off your pants.” I say as his eyes widen and he rushes to do so, fumbling while he takes the thong into his hand so he can mumble, “yes, Madame.”
I drop to my knees and take his semi hard cock into my mouth, sucking and then spitting on it to slowly stroke while I suck his balls. He’s moaning, he wasn’t expecting this. He craves serving me, but I crave tasting him. I lick the length of his dick, he won’t last long after the all day edging I’ve put him through.
“You like that, slut?” I say as I slowly stroke with one hand and grip his ass with the other. “Y-yes, Madame, it feels so fucking good,” he groans as I return to sucking him, taking the hand that had been stroking to slap his ass, causing him to grunt.
“I want you to cum for me, slut.”
“Y-yes, Madame. Where?” He can barely get the words out, his eyes are closed taking it all in.
“All over my face, and these lace covered tits.”
His eyes snap open. “Madame, are you sure?” He can’t believe his slutty ass gets this kind of treat, but I like to take care of my belongings.
“Cum for me.”
And with that, he releases, shooting into my mouth, all over my face, dripping onto my lingerie covered chest. God, I fucking love when he cums, moaning for Madame and grunting as he shoots rope after rope.
I move my head forward to suck the last bit out of him, swallowing as he moans in pleasure.
“Now, get out of here, slut.”
And I stand, covered in his cum, and push him out the door.
There are more stories from this week, and only more to come in the next few weeks…let me know if you want to hear more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fmo5y5/madame_continues_to_make_her_ex_her_slut_fm_long