Chapter 12

“Then tell us.”

“When Keith and I first met, he couldn’t keep his hands off me like my previous boyfriends. I would blow him before he ate me and then stick his cock up my pussy, fuck me in various positions, and it carried on that way until I fell pregnant after being married for six months.

“He no longer eats my pussy, would fuck me only once or twice per month. Foreplay disappeared, and he thought having a good time was lubing my twat and his dick and fucking me until he came, not caring whether I orgasmed or not, and that’s it.”

“Have you had anal sex or been with a girl?”

“No, but if you wanted to fuck me up the bum, I’d let you, and if you want to see me with a girl, I’d do that for you, too. I’d do anything for you, stud muffin.”

Smiling inwardly before chuckling, I said, “I’ve lost count of the number of women who have said they’ll do anything for me, only to complain when I did what I wanted, so when a woman tells me, she’ll let me do anything. I ask. Tell me what you won’t let me do.”

“Sorry, I’ve had a sheltered sex life, so I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“I see. So this is what I won’t do. Cut or mark you, but in saying that, I may spank you and leave your butt cheeks bright red. Over the coming week, if you think of others. Let me know. Otherwise, I’ll do what I want.

“To prove you’re not flirting. You have to go to the local tavern next Friday. You will get rid of that overgrown bush between your legs; you’re not allowed to wear a bra or panties. You will wear a short, sheer dress or skirt, revealing your breasts and nipples. It has to be so short it only just covers your butt and pussy, with high heels.

“When you arrive, select a high-seated table with bar stools, and when you sit down, you will spread your legs, giving the blokes at the bar a thrill when they see your freshly shaved cunt.

“You never know. Your new appearance may get your husband turned on. Have you ever thought the amount of unkempt hair between your legs was a turn-off for him, and he didn’t want to hurt your feelings and tell you? Hopefully, he will be pleasantly surprised by your new appearance, and it will lead to an increase in sex between the two of you.

“If you don’t turn up, no problem. It tells me you’ve been flirting with me and didn’t want to go all the way. However, should you do as I have instructed, Mel and I will have sex with you on Saturday afternoon. Any questions?”

“Am I a sub or a sex slave?”

“Neither, you are a horny milf who is looking for adventurous sex. A woman who wants to cheat on her husband by having sex with me, and to add to your shame, you will wear a collar indicating I own you.”

After telling Elise how she would have to dress and show her pussy, I expected her to run a mile. Instead, I was surprised with how thrilled she looked and said, “Oh, thank you. I’ve wanted a man to dominate me. I can’t resist your rugged looks and withering stare. You make me feel weak in the knees, and my pussy tingles when you look at me. I’m looking forward to feeling that wonderful cock of yours up my twat, and Mel. Thank you, too, for allowing me to share your stud muffin. I hope you will both be happy with me. Telling me what to do and wear makes me feel so submissive. I want to pleasure you.”

“I’ll get Mikayla. So you can go home,” Mel said.

“Thank you.”

Within seconds of Mel going to get Mikayla, she was back, saying, “I couldn’t knock on Kelly’s door because I heard her moaning. The two girls are having sex. Simon, why don’t you shout up the stairs to let them know Elise wants to go home?”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I boomed, “Kelly, Mikayla, time to go.”

Ten minutes later, when they hadn’t arrived, I went to Kelly’s room and knocked on the door. “Kelly, is everything okay?”

“Yes, Dad. We’re finishing getting dressed. We’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

I waited for them to open the door. “Oh, Dad, I didn’t think you’d be waiting for us.”

“What took you so long?”

“Mikayla had been trying on my clothes ... so ... like, we took a long time to get dressed, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I see you forgot to put your bra on.” Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, and Mikayla wore an evil grin on her face.

“Oh, Dad,” she said, looking at the ceiling and rolling her eyes as she walked past me.

Later that evening, while Mel and I were cuddling on the lounge, Kelly said, “Mum, Dad, I’m confused.”

“What about?”

Kelly looked at the floor while she fidgeted nervously in her chair. One hand was pulling on the fingers of the other, and then they intertwined. “It’s, err ... um ... you know ... about sex.”

“Yes, how can we help?”

“How do I know if I’m a lesbian?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Umm ... it’s kinda embarrassing, but ... like, Mikayla and I had sex in my room. It wasn’t me; it was her who did stuff to me. So, how do I know if I’m a lesbian?”

“Okay, first thing, don’t stress. It doesn’t matter if you are, but let me ask you a question. If you saw a hot guy with his shirt off standing next to a hot chick wearing a bikini, you could choose either for sex. Who would you pick?”