Chapter 2: Submission

The next morning Harriet woke early feeling very refreshed. She rushed around the house in a very efficient manner, preparing a good breakfast for her husband and children, to make up for the meal the evening before. Andrew watched his wife admiringly with a glint in his eye and a half smile on his face, glad to see that his attentions had put her back on track. Harriet got most of the daily tasks she had set herself out of the way before the children had left for school. At which point she prepared herself a strong coffee and sat at the table with her phone.

She clicked on the link again. More likes and love hearts were showing beneath her picture. She noticed there were now also comments. She clicked to read.

“Wedding ring. Another blacked white wife”

She looked at the picture and saw her wedding ring quite clearly as she held the card in front of her face. She wondered why anyone else had noticed such a small detail considering what was on show.

The next comment just read “Nice”. She smiled at the briefness and meaning of that.

“Looks like a fit Snowbunny, more please” She wasn’t sure what that meant but took it as a compliment.

She put down the phone and kept her gaze on the entrance to the close, waiting for the post van. She was out of her door before it had even parked up.

“Good morning”, she said as the postman stepped out of his van, “I can take anything you have for Number 2. He isn’t in”

The postman looked at the house, shrugged and handed her a small pile of boxes. They weren’t heavy, but she struggled slightly as she tried to balance them as she carried them back to her home.

She completed the rest of her household tasks before noon, at which point she changed into a light, short dress which showed off her legs and figure, and once again sat by the window waiting for the other van. Waiting for Witness.

His eventual arrival brought with it a sudden anxiety and nervousness, she picked up the boxes and gathering her courage and breathing deeply crossed the road heading for his front door.

He opened the door immediately. Again she was struck by his smile and knew he was looking her up and down. She felt good in the dress and could tell he liked how she looked. He told her to put the boxes on a table and he went upstairs. She followed without being asked.

Harriet stood in the room while Witness fiddled with his phone, she wiggled in her dress trying to catch his attention. She felt good and she wanted him to see

He looked across at her taking in the eager woman looking back at him.

“What’s your name?”, he asked. She blushed as she realised that yesterday had happened without him knowing.

“Harriet Peniston”, she answered. Telling him felt like a small betrayal.

“H P”, he mumbled. A pause and then suddenly “HP, like the sauce?”

“Yes”, she replied wondering what this was about.

“Ha! HP Saucy. I like it. Now kneel down”, he said.

She was puzzled but obeyed. Holding his phone in front of him he walked towards her and undid his trouser button and zip and pulled out his cock.

At eye level it was even more impressive, thought Harriet as it came towards her. She suddenly realised what he was expecting and swallowed hard.

Harriet had not actually given a blow job since her university days, when she was trying to hold onto the most beneficial of her suitors. He still eventually dumped her though and she had decided not to cheapen herself again. Andrew had never asked, and she had never offered, but here was Witness pushing it towards her face.

She looked up at him with a worried look, hoping he would pick up on her meaning, but he just waved it in front of her.

Her mouth was dry, but she managed to summon up some saliva as she took the head of the cock in her mouth. She looked up, hoping she was doing ok, but instead of meeting his eyes, she just looked into the lens of his phone. He was recording her.

She moved her mouth slowly over the head of his cock. It was quite thick and she worried she would catch it with her teeth. She opened her mouth wider and kept licking the head, tasting and sucking.

It weirdly tasted “dark”. Musky, almost smokey. It wasn’t unpleasant and she decided it tasted exotic. She wondered if this was his natural taste or some grooming product. She moved her head quicker on his cock taking it deeper, her hands around the shaft holding it, she thought about the wedding ring on her white finger curled around his thick, black cock.

Sensing her change in technique, Witness, holding his phone in one hand, reached out to hold the back of her head with the other, slowly guiding her head further onto his cock, fucking her mouth gently as he went further in.

Harriet was feeling a sense of achievement when in one thrust he touched the back of her throat and she withdrew suddenly, gagging and spitting drool onto his carpet. She recovered and looked up at him apologetically, but he just slid his cock back into her mouth and continued.

Harriet could feel herself struggling to keep it together. She felt conflicted and not able to go through with it, but at the same time she felt desperate to please him. She let herself be guided by his hand, letting the cock push further in and sucking on it when she felt able. She was tiring and it wasn’t easy to breathe evenly when she felt a change. It was a throb, a pulse, a sudden firmness and her mouth filled with cum. She pulled off him quickly, cum spilling from her mouth as she spat. A second spurt hit her full in the face across her nose and onto her cheek, stinging her eyes.