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The next day when I got to work, I found out that I’d be traveling for business starting tomorrow and be gone a week. Calling Kathy, I told her in no way was she to be alone with Pat.Pat had a way about her – beguiling, mysterious, seductive, domineering, and dangerous. If it were the 1690’s, I have no doubt that she would be tried as a witch. She’s a force of nature that shouldn’t be disturbed.Kathy agreed. Pronouncing, “I will call her and let her know that she’ll have to wait until you get home.”Arriving home, my first question to Kathy was, “Well, what did she say?”“She said that she’d respect our wishes.”Breathing a sigh of relief, I was able to head out on my business trip without too much trepidation.***My husband had been gone barely a day. When the doorbell rang, I wondered who it might be. Checking the peephole, no one. I had a strange feeling it might be Pat. I opened the Ring app on my phone, I saw Pat standing on the porch. Thinking to myself, “What is she doing here? She promised.”I cracked the door open stating, “You promised to stay away until next week.”Pat’s electric, blue eyes stared into my soul.“I only said that so your hubby wouldn’t worry about you… I guess I lied.”“But I can’t let you in. I promised – no mistress until he gets back.”Suddenly, Pat snatched my arm. Pulling me through the door and into her arms, she began “Frenching” Sex hikayeleri me.I broke away and stepped back, saying, “No, I promised. We only do this when we’re together or not at all. Not today, go away!”With the door now open, Pat stepped in and closed the door behind her. I felt a bit like a mouse in a cage with a snake. I could see the lust in my mistress’s eyes as they burrowed into my soul.Pleading, “No, I promised. I promised.””I just wanted to talk, especially about our celebration night.”That reassuring comment calmed down my fears and I replied, “Well, I guess talking would be OK.”My mistress and I settled in on the living room sofa. Pat said that she really enjoyed the events of Thursday evening.”I think we all had a good time. My hubby was very obliging. I’d never seen him be so submissive before. I thought that was so sexy. How was it for you?””I loved it. I was so wet sexually. It was a different kind of release for me watching him, and one that I enjoyed tremendously.”Pat looked at me and took my hand then said, “Let’s go out.”I thought to myself, “No, I can’t let my mistress do this to me. I promised,” And answered, “No, I need to stay home. I need to keep my word.”Rebutting my refusal, Pat commented, “Don’t you think your hubby is out with the guys at a strip club watching all those women shake their tits and asses Sikiş hikayeleri in his face with his little cock straining against his slacks?”My voice trembled when I answered, “You might be right, but he wouldn’t do anything with them. He loves me.”“You are so fucking naive. It’s not about love. It’s about lust. Men are always looking for that next piece of ass or blow job. I think your hubby might be looking to suck some stranger’s cock or maybe get ass-fucked like last week. He did cum three times when Mark and Dave were working him over.””My Sweetie isn’t like that. He’s different. He wouldn’t do anything without me. We promised each other.”Gathering up all my fortitude, “Mistress, you need to go. Go now!””And what if I don’t? Are you going to hurt me? Just what are you going to do, my little bitch! Tell me.” Her eyes seared through me like a hot poker.I felt a sudden wetness between my legs.My mistress snatched my arm, saying, “What are you going to do, bitch? Are you going to beg me not to punish you!”I begged, “Please stop. Don’t hurt me.””Don’t hurt me, WHAT?””Don’t hurt me, my mistress.””That’s correct, I AM your mistress and you always do what I say. Isn’t that right?”With a firm grip of my arm, I answered, “Yes, my mistress, I do what you say, always.”There was no discussing this point. In a strange way, it was my destiny.Releasing Erotik hikaye me, then pulling her dress up, she sat down on the sofa, saying, “I want you to eat me.”Taking my position between her legs, I began lapping at her pussy just the way she liked it. She moaned as she pulled my head into her womanhood and came on my face with a flood of juices. It tasted wonderful as I drank it down.”Let me see if you’re wet.”Standing, I lifted my dress, presenting myself to her. She slipped her hand in my panties then pulled them down hard. Her fingers found my damp hole, which she finger-fucked until I was good and wet.Nearing an orgasm, she stopped, saying, “You need to learn some self-control. I’m going to leave now. I don’t want you masturbating to finish this off. Do you understand?””Yes, my mistress, whatever you say.”My pussy was drooling like it was at an all-you-can-eat banquet. Although, it would be difficult, but I thought I could do as she commanded. I immediately headed for a cold shower hoping that would calm my revved-up libido. I wish my husband was home, so he could hold me and tell me everything would be all right. I had a fitful sleep that night, but I didn’t masturbate.****The next day about 9 AM, my mistress called. When I heard her voice on the other end of the line, I felt a tremor of excitement and fear surge through me wondering what she had in store.The conversation started out innocently enough with topics about how nice it was for summer; a new dress she wanted to show me; and her Oscar (fish) had died.”Is there anyone there with you?”I replied, “No.””Where are you?”

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