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Once a Domme, Always a Domme - Part 4
🕑 Added 2024-05-23 04:34:54 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
"I had lunch with June today."
For context, this was a little over two months after I'd discovered Lily's past as a professional dominatrix, and, in case you've forgotten, June was the woman that introduced her to that particular job and who'd she'd done duo sessions with for a few months.
My reaction, which was to stare with what felt like genuine surprise on my face - I couldn't see it, but I could actually feel my eyebrows shoot up and my mouth hang open for a few moments - put a smile on Lily's face.
"Wait, what? Or how?"
We were at home. In bed, actually. It was nearing 11 p.m. and Lily was dressed in a simple-but-fetching camisole made from a satin-like material. It was thin enough that I could see her nipples and it featured a lace trim that made her cleavage look even more fetching.
"I messaged her," Lily said. "On Instagram. I couldn't help it. We hadn't been in touch in a long time - I sort of purposefully put that part of my life behind me - but since we've been talking about all my...well, the kind of work I used to do I decided to get in touch with June. The more I thought about her the fonder my memories felt, so I reached out just to let her know I was thinking about her."
"And she messaged back?" I asked.
Lily nodded. "She still lives nearby. She invited me to have lunch with her. To catch up."
She said nothing for a few seconds and then scooted a little closer to me. I felt her bare skin against mine - she was wearing a pair of tap shorts that matched her camisole - and her hand found my knee before her fingers moved over my inner thigh, keeping their distance from my crotch but offering a touch of arousal nonetheless.
"Was it good? Lunch, I mean?"
She smiled. "It was great, actually. The moment I saw her I felt bad for drifting away from her. The truth is, we were really good friends and she knows things about me that very few people do. For a long while she knew things about me that even you didn't know." She paused, smiled, and then kissed me on the cheek. "Sorry for keeping all of this from you for so long."
"You don't have to be sorry. You closed that chapter in your life. I understand why you wouldn't want to bring it up, especially when you decided I was the one for you."
Her smile was bright and beautiful and she kissed me on the cheek again. Then her lips moved to my neck and she offered a handful of deeply erotic kisses that sent waves of pleasure straight to my loins, stirring my cock until my boxers were suddenly quite tight.
"I love you, Adam," she whispered.
"I love you too, Lily."
Our lips met for a brief kiss before she rested her head against my shoulder and said, "June still works as a domme from time to time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She doesn't take new clients, but she kept a handful of the most generous of her old clients. She said she makes something in the neighborhood of $10,000 a month seeing just a handful of clients."
I let out an appreciative whistle. "That's a hell of a side hustle."
She kissed my neck again and this time her hand moved between my legs. She caressed my cock through my boxers and then slipped her hand under the waistband. Her fingers encircled my stiffness and she stroked me slowly as her tongue danced over my skin. I couldn't help but close my eyes and moan. It felt fucking great. In fact, it felt so good that I was completely unaware that Lily was buttering me up.
"She asked me to do a session with her," she said softly.
My eyes shot open, though my body remained still and the arousal continued to course through me. For a few seconds I said nothing at all as I considered the idea of my wife joining her old friend to dominate a man.
"A client of hers has a special request," Lily continued. "He has a similar fantasy to the cuckold client of mine I mentioned. He wants June to play the part of his girlfriend who fucks another man in front of him. He wants a little more, though. He wants another woman to play the part of a domme that fucks him with a strapon and humiliates him while he watches his girlfriend - that would be June, in this instance - get fucked by a superior man."
It was an elaborate and involved fantasy and there was a part of me that appreciated this man's dedication to getting exactly what he wanted. He'd be paying three people, after all, and I'm certain he'd be paying an exorbitant amount of money in the pursuit of an orgasm.
"June has a guy that she trusts that will fuck her, but she hasn't yet found a fellow domme to join her," Lily said. "Her client made the request four months ago and she still hasn't found the right domme...at least until I got in touch with her."
I was not horrified at the idea of Lily joining her friend for a session. I'm sure that doesn't surprise you. I was still in a bit of shock, though, mostly because it all felt so unexpected. It's one thing to talk about Lily's past as a domme. It's another thing entirely for her past to zoom right into the present and for her to become a domme all over again.
"Are you thinking about doing it?" I finally managed to ask.
Lily pulled her hand from my underwear, kissed my cheek softly, and said, "I don't know. I wanted to talk to you first."
She was hedging. She was absolutely thinking about doing it. She wouldn't have told me about it if she wasn't considering it. She didn't want to come right out and say that she wanted to work as a domme again, though, and I don't blame her. It's risky. What if I was infuriated by the idea? What if I was hurt by her desire? What if our marriage was damaged by it?
As it turned out, Lily had nothing to worry about, at least with regards to those questions, especially when I turned to see eagerness in her eyes. Her nipples were hard, too.
Without saying a word, I ran my fingers up her thigh. I pressed them against her crotch, against her pussy. I felt the warmth. She closed her eyes and I slipped my fingers into her tap shorts. I ran them through her closely-trimmed pubic hair and over her labia. I entered her, which proved remarkably easy thanks to the wealth of wetness gathered between the folds of her pussy.
"I was thinking..." she began before moaning as I gently rubbed her clit. "I was thinking that if...if I did it...that we could use the money for a little vacation. There's a three day weekend coming up. We could go to a really nice hotel. We could spend the weekend relaxing...enjoying the pool...hanging out in bathrobes."
I fingered her deeply and used the wetness to rub her clit a little faster. She arched her back and moaned. Her breasts look spectacular in the camisole and I pushed one of the straps from her shoulder, exposing her flawless, perky flesh. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth. Lily rested a hand on the top of my head and moaned again as I worked to make her feel good.
"What would you wear?" I asked as I lifted my head.
She looked at me and her eyes sparkled with desire. "At the hotel?"
I shook my head and laughed. "No. For the session. With June and the guy. Does he...does he have something particularly he wants you to wear?"
She smiled. "The domme uniform, really. Thigh high boots. Tight latex or leather shorts. Some sort of cropped top. A leather or latex bra. Something like that. Maybe a cropped and sleeveless latex turtleneck type thing. Hair in a high ponytail. Dark eye shadow. Dark lipstick. Black latex gloves. He likes the feel of a gloved hand coming down on his ass."
I plunged two fingers into her pussy and leaned down to suck on her nipple once more. She moaned and ran a hand down my back before gently dragging her fingernails up it.
"And a strapon, of course," she said. "A black strapon to match the rest of my outfit. Big, too. June's fucked him a bunch of times so he'd able to take something fairly sizable with ease."
I lifted my head and kissed her. Our tongues mingled and she moaned into my mouth. Her hand found my cock and she stroked me through my boxers and in that moment I was struck by a desire.
"Could I see it?" I asked. "The outfit, I mean. Could I see it? During our weekend getaway, maybe? I don't know why, I just...I just want to see what the domme version of my wife looks like."
Lily studied my face with a tentative look on her face - like she was trying to figure out if there was any risk in agreeing to my request - and then she smiled and nodded. "Yeah, of course."
In that moment I could not discern the exact source of the sudden burst of arousal I felt, but it was significant. "I want you," I said.
She responded by pulling her tap shorts off and tossing them aside. I did the same with my boxers and the t-shirt I had on, though Lily kept her camisole on, which I quite liked. Her breasts looked spectacular in the soft satin, after all.
Lily got on her knees and yanked the sheets back. She straddled me and grabbed my cock. She rubbed the head over her pussy lips, bathing me in her wetness while leaning down to kiss me.
"You're really okay with me doing a session with June?" she asked.
I nodded.
She released my cock and sat back across my upper thighs. "Are you sure, Adam? Because I don't want you to end up mad at me. I don't want to fuck up our marriage."
Her concern was genuine and I swear I fell a little deeper in love with her in that instant. I took her hand, lifted it to my lips, and softly kissed the back of it. "Yes, I'm sure. It's probably really weird of me to be sure that I want you to do a dual domme session with your old friend, but I'm sure I want this, just like I'm sure you want it. That's true, right? You want to do this?"
Lily looked away for a moment and then her eyes found their way back to mine before she nodded.
I leaned forward, grabbed her ass with one hand, and pulled her closer. She guided my cock inside her and sat down on me. Pleasure engulfed my loins and I took her breasts in my hands and gently played with them, smiling at the feel of them in the soft satin.
"It's about more than the money, isn't it?" I asked. "It's exciting for you to work as a domme, isn't it?"
She lifted her hips and then slowly sank down on my cock. She repeated the process a handful of times before nodding and saying, "Yes, it is."
"It's more exciting than your corporate gig, isn't it?"
She nodded again and rode me a little faster. "I like the sense of control. I like being in charge, especially when the client is wealthy and relatively powerful. I like that I get to explore sexual fantasies that never would have occurred to me. I like how much it turns the clients on, how much it satisfies them to submit, to surrender their power to me for a little while."
She put her hands on mine and urged me to squeeze her breasts harder. She rode me faster and closed her eyes. Her lips parted and an instant later Lily had an orgasm. A long, loud orgasm. She dropped her pussy onto my cock and ground her hips back and forth, no doubt generating extra friction and pleasure and elongating her orgasm in the process.
After Lily's hips came to rest and took one of my hands, lifted it to her lips, and kissed each of my fingers before opening her eyes and meeting my gaze. I was hard as a rock inside her and eager to cum, and yet I felt no desire to demand anything of her. Instead, I felt a desire to do exactly as my wife desired in that moment.
She took my other hand and kissed each of my fingers before taking one in her mouth and slowly sucking on it. She rocked her hips slowly while fellating my finger and I moaned at how astoundingly good it felt.
"I want to cum again," she whispered.
"I want to make you cum again," I replied.
Lily smiled, leaned down, and kissed me. She rode me faster, her pussy moving up and down my stiff, slick shaft. The sound of her ass dropping onto my thighs filled our bedroom and I felt my balls tighten as an orgasm approached.
Then, seconds before I was going to cum, Lily lifted her pussy from my cock and I felt the cool air of the bedroom engulf my shaft. She crawled forward, pushed down on my head until I was lying flat on my back, and sat on my face without saying a word.
"Make me cum," she said.
I did as my wife desired. I used my tongue to pleasure her pussy. I used my hands to grasp her ass and play with her tits. I made her cum as she sat on my face. It was thrilling. It was something beyond thrilling, in fact. My dick continued to throb despite the lack of direct stimulation.
She came hard. It couldn't have been more than a minute of sitting on my face before she got off, too, a fact that I took pride in. When she was finished Lily pulled her hips back and sat across my chest. She looked so beautiful sitting on me like that and when she reached back and stroked my cock I smiled and moaned.
"I never let a client fuck me," she said with a smile, "but there were a handful that earned enough trust to worship my pussy, to make me cum with their tongues."
Lily's eyes lit up as she said it and there was something irresistible about her arousal.
"Did you ever sit on their faces?" I asked.
She nodded. "I did." Then she stood up and towered over me. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me. "They'd usually be on the floor. On their backs. I'd stand above them like this, looking down at them, seeing the desire in their eyes. They'd always have a hard time not staring at my pussy. At the pussy they were so eager to taste and to give pleasure to."
I stared at her pussy. Of course I did. How could I not?
"They'd beg. They all liked to beg. Sometimes they wanted to be commanded to beg, but they all enjoyed begging for the pleasure of eating my pussy, of tasting me, of making me cum. I always felt so powerful standing astride a man that wanted nothing more than for me to sit on his face, to smother him with my wet cunt."
"Do you feel powerful right now?" I asked.
Lily nodded, which delighted me to no end.
"Will you...will you sit on my face like you did with them...with the clients you allowed to worship your pussy? Will you smother me with your pussy? Will you let me make you cum again, Lily?"
I saw her thighs tremble for just a moment. I felt mine do the same. I felt my cock throb, too, and my balls tingle. I was so fucking turned on.
"I'm not sure you deserve to taste my pussy again," she said.
I wasn't really thinking in that moment. I was just caught up in everything. Looking back I know that I was caught up in being dominated a little bit. Really caught up in it...and really turned on by it. Lily was turned on too.
"Please," I said. "Please, let me taste you. Sit on my face. Please. Let me make you cum again, Lily."
She reached down, slipped two fingers into her pussy, and then sucked them clean.
"Mmm, I taste good."
"Please," I said.
She stepped back until she was standing over my cock and looked down at it. "And what about this stiff dick of yours? Does it crave my pussy?"
I nodded vigorously.
"But your tongue - your face - craves my pussy too."
"Yes," I admitted.
She stepped forward again. She stood astride my head. I stared up at her pussy and her perky tits in the satin camisole. "Please, sit on my face."
"I will...but if I do, I'm not sitting on your cock. If I sit on your face, the only pleasure you get to experience tonight is the pleasure of making me cum."
I was being dominated. Some part of me understood it, but I was in such a state of desire that I honestly wasn't conscious of it in the moment. That only made it hotter, though. And it was really fucking hot.
"Please, sit on my face," I said.
Lily gave me what I wanted. She sat on my face. She rode my mouth. She even smothered me a little with her pussy, covering my mouth and nose at one point. It was so much hotter than I imagined possible. I was tapping into all sorts of kinky desires I didn't know I had. It was really kind of stunning.
I made her cum. It was quick, too.
My face was covered in her juices when it was over. She slid back and climbed off of me. She grabbed her tap shorts and put them back on. Then she kissed me softly, rolled onto her side, and told me to cuddle with her.
I spooned my wife and my stiff cock pressed up against her satin-clad ass. She moaned softly and began to move her ass against my cock. She did so slowly and without saying a word. It felt so fucking good.
Amazingly, she kept that up for almost half an hour. Teasing me relentlessly. Keeping my dick hard as a rock. She didn't stop me when did a little thrusting, either, I'm sure because she knew I was only getting more turned on.
"Use your fingers to make me cum," she said after that half hour of teasing.
I moved my fingers into her tap shorts and I played with her pussy while she continued to grind her ass against my cock. I made her cum and I did so fairly quickly.
Afterwards she rolled towards me, kissed me softly, and said, "I want you to sleep without underwear on. I want you to cuddle up with me to fall asleep and I want you to swear that you won't masturbate tonight."
"I won't, I swear," I said.
She kissed me again, this time deeply and with a hint of aggression. It was incredibly hot.
Then Lily rolled over and I spooned her again. This time her hips didn't rock. Instead, she fell asleep and she did so far faster than I did. She'd cum three times, though, and I hadn't cum once.
It took fifteen minutes for my erection to deflate and another thirty for sleep to come. In that time I was able to fully recognize that I'd been dominated that night, probably in more ways than one. After all, Lily had gotten my permission to join her friend June for what sounded like a wild domination session and she'd convinced me to give her three orgasms without claiming one of my own.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face as I acknowledged that I liked being dominated and that I wanted it to happen again. I wasn't sure if it would or if I was comfortable actually expressing that desire to Lily, but there was no question I harbored that desire and I was more than willing to privately admit to it.
It was a great night and it was followed by a great deal of fun during our weekend hotel stay after her session with June. I'll tell you about that hotel stay - and the session - next time.
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