The Visit

She opened the door and stepped inside without ringing the doorbell, he of course would know she was there, she had felt his eyes on her the moment she stepped into the driveway and besides, it was he who had summoned her. She began to remove her street clothes, she had been out for coffee with some friends when he had messaged so there had been no time to go home and change but it didn't really matter, he wouldn't come for her until she had prepared herself for him.

Folding her jeans she placed them on the small table that her shoes were under, just as she had been instructed. Her t-shirt followed and then her bra and panties, all neatly folded and piled in a shallow pyramid atop the table. She stood naked and felt her nipples harden as she bit her top lip a little, the familiar nervousness of her visits here returned but her traitorous body would always reveal her arousal to him.

She knelt on the door mat with her spread knees at one edge and her bent toes at the other, the rough bristles of the mat sending sharp pains into both as she settled her bare behind on her heels and rested the backs of her hands on her thighs before locating a darker bristle on the mat between her legs and focusing on it, a trick she had learned to keep her from reflexively looking up when he approached.

As always the pain in her knees and toes had reached near unbearable levels by the time she heard him approach, but as always she continued to suffer in silence, he would know without a doubt what she was putting herself through for him, this mat wasn't selected by chance after all. Continuing to keep her focus between her knees she sensed him come closer until her vision was filled by his semi erect cock and she opened her mouth to take it as was their ritual. Somehow he taste strange, different, it took her nearly half a minute to realise that she was tasting another woman on his cock and a pang of jealousy ran through her but it quickly turned to arousal as she thought about the pleasure he would have got from her.

The distraction quickly left her mind as his cock hardened fully in her mouth and he began to thrust, grasping the back of her head for leverage as he pushed deeper and she obediently and skilfully took him into her throat, she was no longer an active participant and merely a hole that he would soon empty his wrinkly old balls into and she loved that feeling of being used purely for his satisfaction without a second thought for how she felt about it.

Feeling the head of his cock pulse in her throat whilst he sprayed his cum directly down her throat was a uniquely degrading, humiliating and erotic sensation especially when combined with the tight grip he had on her hair and the combination of being impaled by his penis and having her face firmly pushed into his bush of wiry grey pubic hair. It took effort, and not an insignificant amount of practice at home, to not panic while her breathing was restricted like this but she knew he appreciated the time to recover from his orgasm and his cock was already shrinking and retracting from her throat.

When he withdraws it from her mouth it brings strings of her saliva with it, her eyes return to the spot on the mat and she watches the strings of spit landing on her ample breasts as he steps away. She senses more than sees him use some of her clothes to clean himself off.

But then there is another presence, another body in front of her bringing with it the scent that she had tasted on him. A delicate hand grips her hair even more tightly than he does, it tilts her head back just enough to position her face to receive the glistening wet pussy that presses against her mouth and nose.

This is new, it had only every been him before, that was their arrangement. He messages, she came, then he came! Now, apparently, this other woman would get her turn. She didn't object, didn't resists, that wasn't her place, she licked.

She could taste the familiar taste of his cum in her, along with the woman's own unique flavour. Her tongue ran between her folds, exploring, she was new to this but she knew what felt good to her. She circled the woman's hold with her tongue then moved up and sucked her clit into her mouth, the woman gasped and the pull of her hair tightened painfully.

Sucking harder she released the woman's clit and began to alternate between penetrating her with her tongue and sucking on the clit. The woman was wet, very wet and she slurped up the sticky mixture of hers and his earlier encounter, swallowing whatever didn't coat her face.

The woman was close, she could sense it and didn't stop and focused purely on her clit now, sucking it hard and running her tongue over it's tip until it was too much and the woman forced her face so hard into her pussy that she couldn't breathe and held it there.

Just when she thought she would die from asphyxiation by pussy the woman let go of her hair and she almost fell backwards, just about catching herself and lowering her eyes again, just about catching a glimpse of a blonde woman much younger than him but still older than herself.

She listened to them laugh as the walked away and ascend the stairs. She waited until she was certain they were gone before rising, her knees and toes were extremely sore and when she touched her face it came away very wet but she could feel it was drying quickly. She dressed, thankfully that the messy stain on her top was on the inside, then she left.

By the time she re-joined her friends she'd had chance to reapply her makeup over the dried juices from her encounter, none of her friends could tell what she had "just nipped out" for. She felt used, she felt fulfilled, she felt horny. She'd take care of her Master and his girl, later she would take care of herself.