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The Mistress of the House - Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-04-13 05:28:15 +0000 UTC"Should we be roaming around the house like this?" Zoey asked as Austin led the way through the hallways of the mind-bendingly large mansion they'd been exploring for the past ten minutes.
The house belonged to Austin's boss and they were in attendance for the company's yearly celebration. It always happened as the corporate year came to a close and was meant to reward the employees for having produced such wondrous profits once more.
"Mr. Cooper said that his house was our house," Austin noted.
Zoey was nervous about roaming through someone else's house, especially when Austin took it upon himself to try every single door and to peer into the rooms that were unlocked. To her, if the door was closed it meant that the home's owner didn't want it opened.
"I can't imagine he said that because he wanted all of his employees to look in every single room. I mean, what if they have some kind of sex dungeon or something? Do you really think your boss would want you seeing that?"
Austin stopped and looked over his shoulder. "A sex dungeon? Really? Where'd that come from?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. People get up to weird stuff. Especially rich people. I mean, when you make as much money as Mr. Cooper does, your imagination wanders, right?"
"I mean, I guess." Austin stared in silence just long enough for it to feel a little weird and then smiled and asked, "Where would your imagination go?"
She returned his smile, though part of her wanted to roll her eyes at her fiancée’s all-too-predictable thoughts of sex. Austin wasn't unlike most young men in that way and from time to time Zoey found it a little exhausting.
"If I had enough money to be bored, you mean?"
He nodded and then turned away from her and slowly continued down the hallway, reaching out and turning every door handle he came across. "Yeah. Would you have a version of a sex dungeon, I guess? I mean, I confess I don't really know what a sex dungeon is or what that would look like, so maybe I don't even know what I'm asking."
Zoey wasn't entirely sure what a sex dungeon would look like either. She imagined strange-looking benches and lots of leather and sex toys of all kinds.
"I've never really thought about it, to be honest," she said. "I mean, maybe you get bored after you've been together for a really long time, but I'm certainly not bored of our sex life. Are you?"
He stopped and turned around. "Not in the slightest."
Austin was bathed in warm white light from a lamp recessed six inches into the tall ceiling directly above him. He looked particularly handsome in that light and Zoey took a moment to admire him. Their sex life was good and in that moment - perhaps because she'd been thinking about it or perhaps because Austin looked good in his suit in that warm light or perhaps because she was actually a little bit excited about roaming a millionaire's mansion - Zoey wanted to kiss him.
So she did. She stepped into her fiancée’s arms and they kissed. He seemed surprised at first but recovered quickly, resting his hand on the small of her back. His lips parted first and she moaned as his tongue slipped into her mouth. His hand moved to her ass and he squeezed it in that way that always turned Zoey on. She responded with a slightly louder moan and was delighted to feel his cock press into her stomach.
"What was that for?" Austin asked as she stepped back.
"I'm not sure," Zoey smiled. "I just felt like kissing you."
She glanced at his erection and Austin's gaze followed. "That was a good kiss," he said.
"I know."
Their eyes met and he stared at her without saying a word. This time, though, the silence wasn't uncomfortable. This time Zoey suspected that they were both thinking the same thing: That it would be really hot to fuck somewhere in the mansion they were roaming through. She marveled at how quickly her discomfort at the exploration had disappeared and been replaced by a desire to do something far worse than merely snooping around.
Zoey walked past Austin, stopped to kiss him on the cheek, and then strode down the hallway. She walked under half a dozen more lights before turning left and taking a moment to stare at the long hallway in front of her and the half a dozen doors that remained unopened. The house - estate, really - was far and away the biggest she'd ever been in.
Near the end of the hallway light streamed through an open door. Zoey strode towards it, though her pace slowed as she neared the room just in case anyone was inside.
"Wow," Zoey said as she stepped into the most impressive home library she'd ever seen. The walls were lined with elegant-looking books - there must have been hundreds, perhaps thousands in the collection - and the room itself was decorated with furniture that seemed to have been taken directly from a gothic fairy tale. It was unlike any other room in the house and had the feel of someone's sanctuary, as if it had been purposefully curated to provide relaxation to whomever had designed it.
As she stared, Austin put his arms around Zoey from behind and kissed the back of her neck. His touch and the softness of his kiss send waves of arousal through her body and she closed her eyes and let that warm, happy feeling wash over her.
Austin guided Zoey into the room and gently shut the door behind them. She spun around in his grasp and saw the obvious, lustful intent in his eyes. "We shouldn't," she said.
"I know," he replied. "But I still want to."
He grabbed her waist, spun Zoey around, and pressed her against the door. His lips found her neck and she moaned while staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over just a portion of the estate's massive, flawlessly landscaped grounds.
"Austin..."
His lips felt good. His hands felt spectacularly good as they moved over Zoey's dress and grasped one of her breasts. She wanted to protest, to tell him that they should stop, but desire got the best of her. Any thoughts of being sensible departed her mind and she took Austin's head in her hands and guided his lips to hers for a deep kiss.
"I want you," he said.
"I want you too," she replied.
Austin pulled up the bottom of her dress and slipped a hand into Zoey's panties. He smiled at the discovery of her wetness and she moaned as the intense pleasure his fingers brought her clit.
Zoey returned the favor by stroking his cock through his pants. His hardness thrilled her - proof of his desire - and she felt her need to be fucked growing more significant with every passing second.
"Austin, I need you inside me," she said.
He smiled, pulled his fingers from her panties, and took her hand. They strode through the sizable personal library and then he picked Zoey up and set her on the arm of the elegant leather couch. She spread her legs and pulled her panties aside as Austin unzipped his pants and freed his cock. A moment later he was inside her.
Zoey wrapped her legs around her fiancée and they kissed as he grabbed her ass to keep her from falling off the arm of the couch. He fucked her with fervor. This was not the kind of sex that was mean to last. This was two people in vigorous pursuit of their mutual pleasure and the faster they got there, the better.
Neither Zoey nor Austin noticed the library door being opened, but they both heard when it was shut with exceptional force. They turned in unison to see Mrs. Cooper standing by the door with her arms folded and a disapproving - though not angry - look on her face.
Austin hastily pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants as Zoey leapt off the arm of the couch and pulled her dress back into place. She stood next to her fiancée and felt as mortified as she'd ever been in her life.
"I'm so sorry..."
Mrs. Cooper held up her hand, silencing Zoey without uttering a word. Her arms fell to her sides and the annoyed look on her face washed away and was replaced by what struck Zoey as mild amusement.
"My husband had that couch shipped here from France. It's nearly three hundred years old. It's been restored, of course, but he paid a small fortune to buy it."
Mrs. Cooper approached with slow, deliberate steps and Zoey couldn't help but notice the elegance the older woman - Zoey would have guessed she was in her late 30s - exuded with seemingly little effort.
"This couch was once owned by a member of the French royal family, or so my husband was told. It spent much of its life in a grand castle in the French countryside, no doubt collecting dust."
Mrs. Cooper sat on the couch, crossed her legs in a manner that Zoey found just a touch seductive, and rested her hands in her lap. She looked at the young couple and her eyes lingered on Zoey as her lips curled into the slightest of smiles.
"You're not the first woman to get fucked on this couch in this room," she said.
It took a great deal of effort for Zoey to restrain the sense of surprise she felt. If pressed, she would have bet her life that Mrs. Cooper was going to scold them, perhaps even yell at them, and perhaps even get Austin fired. There was nothing in her demeanor that made it seem like she was actually mad, though.
"My husband is quite fond of the couch. I'd say it's among his prize possessions, many of which are housed in this room. It's his favorite room in the house, in fact."
Mrs. Cooper looked around the room and Zoey tried to follow her gaze, though she couldn't discern if any of the books, the furniture, or the few paintings that occupied the empty space on the wall were among Mr. Cooper's prize possessions.
"This couch isn't the only piece of furniture in this room that has hosted a vigorous bout of fucking," Mrs. Cooper continued. "I'd venture to say that more than a few of the books that line the walls have had a woman's hands pressed against them as she's taken my husband's cock from behind."
Zoey's eyes went wide for a moment as Mrs. Cooper seemingly confessed knowledge of her husband's infidelities.
"Oh, no, dear, don't mistake me," Mrs. Cooper said. "He doesn't cheat on me. We each play on our own, satisfying our desires as we see fit. He has a thing for fucking pretty young women in this room. In other rooms too, though he seems to find greater pleasure in bringing them here. I couldn't begin to tell you why, though. I don't think there's a young woman in the world that would have much appreciation for my husband's collection of old books, old furniture, and old paintings."
She was likely right about that. Zoey could appreciate the ancient provenance of the couch, but it certainly wouldn't have been a source of arousal.
"Take your dress off," Mrs. Cooper said.
Zoey was taken aback. She looked at the elegant older woman sitting on the couch and then at her fiancée, who seemed as dumbfounded as she was.
"Um, sorry, Mrs. Cooper, but...I don't think Zoey wants to do that," Austin said.
"You can call me Mistress or Mistress Claire," Mrs. Cooper replied.
"Uh...um...well...Mistress Claire, I think Zoey - and me, too - would prefer it if we could just apologize and leave. I think it would be inappropriate for her to get undressed here."
Zoey stepped a little closer to Austin as he did his best to protect her from whatever his boss's wife wanted.
"I think Zoey would very much like to remove her dress for me," Mrs. Cooper said. She seemed relaxed and confident on the couch, to the point that Zoey wondered if it wasn't her first time demanding that a woman strip for her. "I think your lovely fiancée understands that there will be consequences if she doesn't do as I desire. I think she understands that the two of you made a mistake in coming in here, in fucking in here, in a room in a house that doesn't belong to you, that you must now make amends for that mistake."
Austin looked panicked, though for some reason Zoey didn't feel anywhere near as nervous as she probably should have.
"Please, Mrs. Cooper..."
"Mistress or Mistress Claire," she corrected him.
"Please, Mistress Claire, please just let us go," Austin said. "I'm sorry we came in here. I'm sorry we had sex. I'm sorry we were disrespectful. I really am. We both are. Please, just let us go."
Mrs. Cooper looked at Zoey. She said nothing as the seconds ticked by and Zoey refused to look away for reasons she didn't entirely comprehend.
"Remove your dress, Zoey," she demanded. "Or face the consequences."
"Zoey, let's go," Austin said. "She can't actually keep us here. She can definitely get me fired, but it's not worth whatever she has planned."
Zoey was still staring at Mrs. Cooper. The older woman wore a largely blank expression except for the slight, almost imperceptible smile her lips had curled into. She didn't seem scary. She didn't seem like she had ill intent. If anything, Zoey felt a mild, somewhat inexplicable level of excitement at the prospect of obeying the fairly simple command she'd been issued.
"Unzip my dress," Zoey said as she turned her back to Austin.
"What? No, Zoey. That's crazy. That's fucking crazy."
She looked at Mrs. Cooper, whose expression hadn't changed. "Do it, Austin. We both know you can't afford to lose your job, especially since your boss and his wife could easily blackball you. Did you forget how well-connected they are? How wealthy they are?"
"Zoey, this is insane," he said, but the fight had gone out of his voice and a moment later he reached up and unzipped her dress.
Zoey turned towards Mrs. Cooper and gently pushed the straps from her shoulders. She worked the tight dress down her torso and over her hips. She pushed it to the floor and stood there with her hands at her sides as the elegant older woman eyed her body from her position on the couch.
"Remove your bra," she instructed.
Zoey's pulse quickened.
"No, don't," Austin said.
Zoey reached back and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts exposed. Her nipples were hard - it was chilly in the room - and Mrs. Cooper smiled at the sight of them.
"Stand behind her, Austin," she instructed. "Take your wife's breasts in your hands."
Austin moved behind Zoey and rested his hands on her shoulders. "Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes," Zoey answered as her gaze remained fixed on the wealthy, beautiful woman in the elegant white gown.
Austin took her breasts in his hand. He cupped them gently - almost clinically - and she could feel the warmth of his breath against the back of her neck.
"Arouse her," Mrs. Cooper instructed. "Play with her breasts. Kiss her neck. Turn her on."
Austin hesitated. His fingers didn't move. His lips failed to make contact with Zoey's neck.
Mrs. Cooper's voice was icy as she said, "Do as you're told. Right now."
Austin's fingers gently worked the flesh of Zoey's perky breasts and he kissed the back of her neck. It was clear his heart wasn't in it at first - perhaps he was nervous - but eventually he came around and Zoey felt the arousal Mrs. Cooper had demanded.
"Arouse him."
Zoey reached back and caressed Austin's cock through his pants. He continued to kiss and touch her, deepening the arousal she felt. "He's hard," she said.
"It takes nothing to make a man hard. They're simple creatures. I want him more than hard, Zoey. I want him aroused. Deeply aroused. Overwhelmingly aroused," Mrs. Cooper instructed.
Zoey spun around and kissed her fiancée. She ran her fingers through the short hair on the back of his head and lured his tongue into her mouth. She gently sucked on it and moaned and continued to stroke him through his pants.
"Do you want me?" she asked.
Austin hesitated. He was nervous. She could see it in his eyes and feel it in the slightly tentative nature of his kisses.
Zoey unzipped his pants and freed his cock. His body tensed up until her fingers encircled his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. She kissed his neck, moving towards his lips until they met. She sucked on his tongue once more, but this time she felt a purer kind of desire emanating from him.
What Zoey didn't entirely understand was why she was so driven to do as Mrs. Cooper demanded. Yes, Austin would likely get fired if they didn't do as she demanded, but that wasn't the end of the world. For some reason, though, Zoey felt compelled to follow her instructions. There was also the matter of the genuine sense of excitement she felt. Zoey wasn't willing to grapple with that yet, having pushed it as far back in her mind as she could.
"Does your lovely fiancée suck your cock, Austin?" Mrs. Cooper asked.
He looked at Zoey, who silently implored him to answer. "Yes, she does," he said.
"And do you enjoy it when she takes your cock in her mouth?
He nodded.
"Take him in your mouth, Zoey. Right now."
Zoey's pulse quickened as she sank to her knees in front of Austin. She took his cock in her mouth without hesitation. She ran a hand up his chest and stroked his shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head and he moaned.
"Look at me, Austin. Look at me while you get your cock sucked," Mrs. Cooper demanded.
Zoey looked up at her fiancée and saw him direct his gaze towards the elegant woman sitting on the couch. It seemingly brought him some measure of pain to do so - and his gaze wavered a few times - though he always brought it back to where she'd instructed.
"Fuck her face, Austin."
"What?" he asked.
Zoey felt a touch of panic at the notion of her mouth being used in that way. She hoped that Mrs. Cooper would relent, though she had no reason to believe that would be the case.
"Do as you're told, Austin," Mrs. Cooper insisted.
He looked down at Zoey and she saw the agony on his face. He didn't want to do it. She knew it would be unpleasant, and yet for some reason she wanted him to do it. His cock was still in her mouth, but Zoey tried her best to use her eyes communicate her willingness to be face fucked.
Austin got the message. He grabbed her head with both hands and began to thrust.
"Look at me," Mrs. Cooper demanded.
Zoey pressed her hands against Austin's thighs as he looked towards the woman directing the action. For the most part he wasn't thrusting all that deep, but every once in a while he nearly triggered her gag reflex, making her eyes water a little.
"Deeper. Fuck her face deeper. Use her mouth for your pleasure without any concern for her," Mrs. Cooper said.
Austin did as instructed. His cock hit Zoey's throat and she gagged almost immediately. The sensation was deeply unpleasant. She managed not to lose control, though, and for some reason she experienced an unexpected touch of pleasure that communicated itself via a surge of desire between her legs.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Mrs. Cooper asked.
Zoey looked up to see his answer. He didn't offer one, though. She could see the pleasure on his face, though there was a measure of pain, too, as if he was deeply conflicted over enjoying using her mouth in such an aggressive manner.
"Answer me!"
"Yes. Yes, it feels good," he said with a small touch of fear in his voice. "It does."
"Very good. Pull out and step back."
Austin pulled out and his cock - which was covered in thick saliva pulled from Zoey's throat - backed up along with the rest of his body.
"Stand up, Zoey. Turn and face me."
Zoey stood and turned to face Mrs. Cooper, who stood and sauntered towards her with a sly smile on her face. Zoey looked down as she approached, but a moment later Mrs. Cooper lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, and roughly grasped one of Zoey's breasts.
"Did you enjoy your face fucking?" she asked.
Zoey wasn't sure how to answer. She'd dislike it and she'd enjoyed it, at least in a certain kind of way. "Yes and no, Mrs. Cooper," she finally said.
"Call me Mistress or Mistress Claire."
"Sorry, Mistress Claire," Zoey said, producing a surprising tingling between her legs.
Mistress Claire ran her fingers down Zoey's stomach and into her panties. A moment later she was inside Zoey, fingering her with remarkable pace and depth. Without wanting to, Zoey moaned and closed her eyes as her legs almost immediately began to tremble from the overwhelming pleasure she felt at being manhandled by another woman.
"Strip, Austin," Mistress Claire instructed. "Strip and come here."
Zoey heard her fiancée removing his clothes and listened to him approach, all while she felt an orgasm building in her loins, which were aflame with unexpected pleasure and desire.
"Taste her," Mistress Claire said.
Zoey opened her eyes and turned her head to see Austin sucking the fingers that had just been inside her. Mistress Claire smiled as she slowly moved her fingers in and out of his mouth. It struck Zoey as a hugely erotic sight and she felt her pussy gush with desire.
"Put three fingers in your cunt, Zoey," Mistress Claire instructed.
Zoey did as she was told, this time without a moment's hesitation. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, doing so because she couldn't resist generating a little extra pleasure.
"Get on your knees, Austin," Mistress Claire demanded. He fell to his knees and she stepped behind him and grabbed a tight fistful of his hair. She smiled, looked at Zoey, and said, "Fuck his face with your fingers."
Zoey stepped in front of her fiancée, pulled her fingers from her wet pussy, and pushed them into his open, waiting mouth. She pushed until he'd taken every inch of her fingers and held them there for a few moments. She saw his eyes water. She pulled her fingers out and pushed them back in. She grabbed a handful of his hair and fucked his face with greater vigor. As she did so, Zoey was possessed by yet another unexpected surge of desire. Her pussy felt as though it got wetter. Her toes tingled a little. She was enjoying using Austin's mouth. She shouldn't have been enjoying it, but she was.
"Now fuck his face with your pussy," Mistress Claire said. "Grab his head, push him down as far as he needs to go, and rub your slippery cunt all over his face until you cum."
Zoey didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed a second handful of Austin's hair, moved his head into position, and then stepped forward and fucked his face. She moved her hips up and down, rubbing herself against his lips, chin, tongue, and even his nose.
"That's it," Mistress Claire said. "Use him, Zoey. Fuck his face. Fuck his mouth. Fuck his tongue. Fuck him for your pleasure. Fuck him until your pussy is dripping with desire and tingling. Fuck him until you have a screaming orgasm."
Zoey shifted her legs and felt Austin's stiff cock against her ankle. She was surprised he was still hard, but it imbued her with an excess of energy to use his mouth. Perhaps he was enjoying himself. Perhaps she wasn't the only one experiencing a curious kind of pleasure at doing whatever Mistress Claire desired.
As she used her fiancée’s face, Mistress Claire stepped behind Zoey. She ran her fingers over her shoulders and upper arms before taking Zoey's breasts in her hands. She cupped them and touched them softly. Then, she pinched Zoey's nipples between her fingers and pulled, extending her soft flesh and sending waves of sensation down her spine. There was pain, but it wasn't just pain. It was pleasure, too. It was excitement. It was thrill.
"Cum on his face," Mistress Claire whispered. "Cum on your fiancée’s face. Use him."
Zoey came not long after. She closed her eyes, pulled hard enough on Austin's hair that he groaned in pain, and had a massive orgasm. Juices dripped from her pussy. Her legs trembled. She moaned loud enough that Mistress Claire put a hand over her mouth while pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts vigorously.
As soon as Zoey stepped back, Mistress Claire slipped two fingers inside her, pushed them deep, and then shoved them into Zoey's mouth. She took them without resistance and sucked without instruction.
"That's very good," Mistress Claire whispered. "Austin, cum into your hand. Right now."
Austin grabbed his cock and stroked vigorously as he watched Zoey suck on Mistress Claire's fingers while getting her tits groped and her nipples pinched. That seemed to be enough to get him off, as he came in no more than fifteen seconds, spilling most of the cum into his hand.
When he'd finished, Mistress Claire said, "Feed the cum to Zoey."
Austin stood and Zoey opened her mouth. She'd tasted his cum countless times and had no fear of eating it. Austin placed the edge of his palm against her lower lip and tipped his hand. The cum poured onto her tongue and she held it there as he stepped back and let his hands fall to his sides.
"Swallow," Mistress Claire instructed. Zoey swallowed. "Now kiss him."
She stepped closer and kissed Austin. He wasn't anywhere near as welcoming as he'd been with previous kisses that night, but he offered no particular resistance, either. Their tongues mingled and his hands moved over her back and ass as she held him tight.
"Very good," Mistress Claire said. "My husband works late on Thursdays. I expect to see you on my doorstep no later than 6 p.m. If you're not here, I'll make sure that Mr. Cooper sees the footage of you two fucking on his favorite couch. Do you understand?"
They both nodded, though Zoey wasn't sure either of them had fully processed what Mistress Claire had just said.
She walked out of the room before they could ask any questions. They got dressed in silence and looked each other over to make sure there were no obvious physical signs that they'd just indulged in a lengthy sexual session with another woman.
Austin then took Zoey's hand and led her out of the library and back to the party. They mingled. They drank. They chatted. They ate. They acted like good guests.
Zoey wouldn't remember much of it after the party was over. She would remember their tryst in the library, though, and she'd have deeply conflicting feelings about it. So would Austin.
There would be many questions they'd have to answer. Most importantly, though, would be if they were going to return at the date and time Mistress Claire had assigned them. Were they willing to risk her wrath? Were either of them willing to admit they enjoyed some part of their tryst with the controlling older woman? Would they show up, or would they choose to put it all behind them and accept whatever professional consequences came as a result of that choice?
Only time would tell.
