My wife and I both teach physical education at the high school in our community. It was Friday. At eleven-thirty, the dismissal bell rang. Memorial Day weekend had officially started. Students were dismissed, but teachers were required to stay until noon. Erika and I left when the clock struck twelve. She reminded me on the way home that it was her turn to choose the role-playing scenario for today. She smiled provocatively when she chose mistress/slave.

As we drove home, she stated that we would start as soon as we entered the house. There was no reason to wait till tonight. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, which made me nervous. We walked straight to the living room after pulling into the garage, and immediately got into character     

“To begin, go to the cellar and select a bottle of wine. Then take the bottle and two glasses, walk upstairs, and prepare a warm bubble bath for me. I'll be up in five minutes, slave.”

“Yes, mistress.”

When I arrived at the cellar, I chose her favorite wine right away. A bottle of Gewürztraminer and two glasses. I made my way upstairs to our master bedroom and set the items on the end table. The dark oak cabinets were enhanced by the cream-colored tile floor in the master bathroom. I turned on the faucets to the whirlpool tub. Five minutes later, the definite sound of rummaging could be heard coming from the bedroom just as I switched off the faucets. 

“I hope my mistress approves,” I said as she walked in.

Her breasts' distinct outline was clearly visible. Her hard nipples pressed against the white polo shirt material revealed that the bra had been removed. The blue athletic shorts were snug and flaunted her camel toe. The outfit was completed by white sneakers and matching ankle socks.

“Slave, I approve. Now come here,” she said, standing in front of the full-length wide mirror.

My gaze was drawn to her beauty as I approached her. She reached out and grabbed my red polo shirt when I was only an arm's length away. I was pressed up against her in a lust-filled kiss before I had a chance to react. Our tongues delved into the deepest recesses of our mouths until we were compelled to raise our heads for air.

She turned to face the mirror. “Undress me, slave,” she said as she pushed me back at arm’s length.

Her firm nipples sprang into view as I pushed up the shirt. I couldn't help myself and swiftly laid a kiss on each exquisite nipple. I felt a searing pain on my left cheek as I raised my head to remove her shirt.

Mistress had a severe, disapproving expression on her face. “Slave, did you have permission to kiss my nipples?”

“No, mistress,” I replied.

“If you make one more digression, I'll have to discipline you. Finish undressing me now.”

“Certainly, mistress.”

After taking off the shirt, I knelt in front of her and removed the sneakers. The ankle socks were then removed. I rose on my knees and snagged her shorts' waistband with my fingertips. She had gone commando, as shown by the clean-shaven mound. Her feminine aroma filled the room, and I couldn't help but taste the already moist slit in front of me. I felt a burning ache on my right cheek just as I was going to suck on her love button.

As the shorts pooled around her feet, she grabbed a fistful of my hair. As she drew me up, she said, “Slave, you've let me down. Where did you get the go-ahead to run your tongue through my slit?” 

“Please accept my apologies, mistress,” I said while being hauled up and cringing at the pain. “You know I can't help myself from tasting your lovely flower." 

“Your punishment is forthcoming, slave. Now, take off your clothing and come with me,” she murmured as she let go of her grip and proceeded toward the tub.

I swiftly stripped naked and joined Mistress at the whirlpool tub. She took my hand and stepped into the tub. A soft murmur of approval could be heard as she lowered herself into the warm water. I moved behind her (not in the tub) and wetted her shoulders and breasts with the loofa sponge. I next applied her favorite shower gel, Japanese Cherry Blossom, to the sponge.     

With the sponge, I massaged her neck and shoulders. I whispered, “Mistress, may I lavish you with kisses?”

“You are free to do as you choose, slave. The punishment, however, remains.”

I set the sponge down for a moment and used the hand-held shower head to rinse away the soap. My free hand grabbed the shower gel and squirted some on the sponge. I lightly kissed her neck while stroking her magnificent breasts with the sponge. 

“Mmm, please don't stop,” Mistress said as she sighed softly.

As the sponge glided over her toned tummy, I kissed her ear and ran my tongue over the lobe before putting it between my lips. I pinched and pulled at her hard nipples after letting go of the sponge. She tilted her slightly to the left, and our lips touched, resulting in an extremely sensual kiss. All too soon, we were compelled to raise our heads for air.

“Time to finish washing me, slave,” Mistress remarked, looking at me. Rivulets of water flowed down her luscious curves as she rose to her feet.

Taking up the sponge, I applied more shower gel and began washing her toned legs, which seemed to go on forever. I heard moaning as the sponge slid along the length of her pussy numerous times.

“Mistress, please turn around so I can wash your backside,” I said, knowing she needed to finish her bath.

I began by sliding the sponge downward in a circular manner just below her thin shoulders. I squeezed the sponge over the valley between her firm butt cheeks after washing her firm butt cheeks. I saw the froth stream down between her cheeks and pushed my fingers toward her backdoor with my free hand. I repeated this process several times before turning on the shower head and thoroughly washing the soap suds away.

“That felt really amazing,” Mistress murmured as she stared at me. As she emerged from the tub, she took my hand in hers.

I got the Turkish bath towel off the rack and dried her off. As we approached the bed, she informed me that my punishment would begin immediately. Her tone changed to one of sternness. I was told to place my hands on the bed and spread my legs.

“Your punishment for taking liberties without being instructed will be a spanking, slave. Ten strikes on each butt cheek, commencing now,” she added.

As blow after blow fell on my firm butt cheeks, my mistress made me count. She tenderly stroked the afflicted cheek between blows. After the punishment was through, I was directed to take her white crop top from her dresser and put it on her. I was then instructed to retrieve the item from the end table's drawer. 

Anxiety overwhelmed me as soon as I spotted the rope. When I returned to my mistress, she snatched the rope from my grip. I was told to reach out and clasp my hands together. After ensuring that my hands were fastened, I was instructed to lie on my back with my hands above my head.

“W-what are you planning, mistress?” 

“Be patient, slave, and don't be too nervous. Now, hold on to the post and don't let go.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddled my hips, and began rubbing my firm cock with her pussy.

“Mistress, I'm going to blow my load if you keep doing this.”

“If you give me two orgasms, I'll not only suck your cock, but I'll also let you fuck me,” she said.

She rose and moved to straddle my chest. She smiled and gazed down at me for a brief moment before moving up. As she faced the wall, I noticed her thighs on either side of my head. As she slowly lowered herself over my waiting mouth, the nervousness I had had before dissipated.

My tongue licked each swollen pussy lip before sucking them as she rocked her hips back and forth. The sweet juices flowed freely, covering my lips and chin as my tongue swirled around her clit.

“Suck my clit, slave! Ooohhh, that's it!”

I became aware of the approaching orgasm. Those firm thighs rubbed into the sides of my head, causing me to tremble. I licked and sucked at the sweetness of her pussy with zeal.

“Yes, yes!” She moaned incessantly.

My tongue pressed firmly against the throbbing clit as her body shook. Her juices ran over my mouth, over my chin, and down my neck. When I felt the trembling subside, I circled my tongue over the clit several times. Her body jolted in response as I began licking her slit.

“Mmm, that’s it, slave. Now bury your tongue deep into my pussy.”

My mistress's body jerked at the sudden intrusion when I obeyed her. For support, she reached out and placed her hands on the wall. I was desperate to empty my cumbersome balls. My oral assault intensified on her lovely pussy, making her moan with delight.

She reached back, and I imagined she had clutched her feet for support because I didn't feel her hands on me. Those firm thighs brushed up against the sides of my head once more. I sucked and flicked my tongue around her clit in earnest. My mistress began to tremble, and her pleas for ecstasy filled the room as the orgasm approached. 

Her body jerked and twitched as she exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, yeah!”

As the orgasm subsided, she remained motionless for several moments. As she pushed herself off me, I opened my legs in anticipation. She slid between my legs without hesitation. 

“This is your reward, slave,” Mistress remarked as she wrapped her gorgeous lips around the mushroom-shaped cock head.

I moaned at the sensation of her tongue twirling around as she sucked. Her mouth descended the veiny shaft to the base after a few moments. As her head bobbed up and down the pulsing shaft, her fingers caressed the hairless nut sac. As she slid up the shaft, the head sprang out of her mouth. She kissed and sucked the nut sac while pumping the shaft with her hand. She slid her mouth over the shaft and pinched my bulging testicles as she sensed the oncoming release of pent-up cum.  Sucking hard, once, twice, three times, my cock erupted.  Load after load of man cream filled her mouth to overflowing.

“Aaarrggh!!” I cried out, clutching her head as she drained my balls.

My body went limp as my cock twitched several times. I watched as Mistress scooped up the cum that had spilled from her mouth. She fixed her gaze on me while seductively licking her fingers.

“Mmm, delicious.”

She came alongside me, untying my hands, and then draped her right leg over me. After a bit of cuddling and kissing, she asked if I was ready to fuck. I told her I needed a bit more time. She assured me that she could get me “up” and ready in no time.

“Slave, that sounds like a challenge.”

“Indeed, mistress.”

“Imagine stuffing that massive cock into my dripping wet, naked pussy. As you take me from behind, your balls are banging against my ass. At the same moment, you repeatedly spank my ass.” She went on, “Imagine how you'd feel if my pussy milked every last delicious drop of sperm from your balls."

“Way to go, that worked,” I said as we both looked at a very erect cock.

She grasped my hand in hers and drew me along. We passed by the enormous half-moon-shaped walk-in shower. The tile complements the tub's beige interior and outside. She made her way to the full-length, broad mirror across from the single double-sink vanity. I was staring at her lovely ass as she spread her legs and placed her hands on the mirror before I realized it.

Looking at our reflections in the mirror, she said, “Slave, take off my top, stop ogling my sexy ass and fuck me.”

I took a step forward and pressed the tip of my cock on her pussy lips. I grabbed her hips and pushed my cock balls-deep into her lovely pussy with a single powerful stroke. She moaned as she felt her pussy being stuffed. As I fucked her, we both watched our reflections, and the sound of my balls slamming against her ass fueled me on, as did the guttural moans she made. I wrapped my fingers around the tit meat and pressed them in. Her moans grew louder, and she pressed herself against me.

“Faster, harder, I'm on my way!” Mistress cried out.

We both came hard, our bodies tightened, after a dozen more thrusts. It was as if we had been struck by a bolt of lightning. Her pussy had a vise-like hold on my shaft. My man seed poured from her pussy and slid down her thighs. I drew her close to me and encircled her with my arms. My cock softened and slipped from the warmth of her pussy as we recovered. We kissed as our hands flowed over each other as she turned to me. I grabbed her hand and guided her to the shower. Afterward, we ordered out. 

“Shall we continue, slave?” Mistress asked after a magnificent lunch. Giving that unmistakable “I want to fuck” expression.

“Yes, mistress, we still have the whole evening ahead of us.”

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