Chapter 8: Happy Ever After

When David came in from work a few days later the attractive divorcée was wallowing in the warm water of the bath in his en suite, slowly allowing her fingers to investigate the depths of her feminine folds under the foam covered surface. One look at her expression in the mirror tiles confirmed her lustful behaviour hidden from view. He stood there enthralled.

As she realised that he was watching her she hit that all important plateau quicker than she had ever done before and after that it was a shuddering release that splashed soapy foam over the edge of the tub and out on to the floor. She stood up and grabbed the large fluffy white towel to dry herself.

As she turned away David was treated to the sight of the perfection of her heart shaped buttocks gleaming with immaculate cleanliness and ready for whatever demands her new-found companion and Master wanted to make on her person.

Drops of her own liquid fell from her neatly trimmed bush as she patted herself dry, trying her best not to precipitate another release that would slow her dressing or hinder her compliance in any other activity.

He hung his jacket on a hangar and turned towards her as she came into the bedroom. Swiftly he pushed her into a ‘bending over the bed’ position and entered her cunt from behind smoothly, bringing her up to another climax almost immediately.

She silently cursed her lack of self-possession in such matters. Her intention had been to remain teasingly unavailable at the outset, but her will power had crumbled into dust from the touch of a male organ on her person. I really think I don’t want anyone to rule my life, she mused ruefully, but I don’t seem to be able to say ‘no’ to him, or even ‘wait’.

From the position on the bed she suddenly found herself being lifter, spun round and dumped in the middle of the bed on her back. As she lay there looking up at David she wondered what would come next. Then she decided, No matter what it is, I want it. A cunt full, an arse full, a mouth full of his sperm are all welcome. Then her thoughts ran on to consider some other possibilities. What if he wants me to take his urine or faeces? Would I care? Since I doubt if I could say ‘No’ to him should I suggest those? I suppose I should let him know. Words of one syllable he favours; can I use those words? Yes it will make my devotion clear. “David, my love, do you want me to go further? To ... drink your ... piss or eat your ... you know?”