“Suck his cock, bitch! Suck it while I fuck your sweet, tight pussy,” Diana commanded.
Diana had strapped on a nasty-looking, black dildo and began to fuck the other woman from behind. As a result, the woman began to work my rod harder and faster. I let loose a groan, pulling her closer to me. The woman’s long tongue slurped over my tip and my balls, hitting the sensitive spot behind them. Then she took all of me into that talented mouth of hers as if she were a vacuum cleaner.
Diana must have sensed I was about to climax because she shouted at me, “Don’t you dare come! You will not ejaculate until I give you permission.”
My eyes met her glare and my body froze in response as if a bucket of icy water had been poured on my cock. My throat tightened as my organ shriveled. The other woman continued to suck me, but my cock had all but died and given up the ghost.
“Halt, slave!” Diana ordered. Then with the tip of her whip she nudged me. “You position yourself behind her.”
I complied with Diana’s wishes and went to stand in back of the kneeling woman.
“You may come inside the slave.”
I grabbed the sides of the woman’s ass, which was still flaming red from Diana’s whip. She was so wet that her juices had already begun to run down the insides of her thighs. I slipped inside her with ease and began to move, slowly.
“Harder!” Diana barked. “Pound that bitch! Punish her with your cock!”
I began to slam into her and my cock grew hard instantly. Sweat began to bead across my forehead. Before long, it began to slowly seep into my eyes. I wiped it away as best as I could. I’d never fucked a woman this hard for fear it might hurt her, but hell, it was a thrilling feeling. All I heard was the smacking of my balls against the slave’s ass as I rammed into her. I was enjoying this and wanted it to last as long as it could.
The woman moaned in pleasure and tried to meet my every thrust. She reached underneath herself and rubbed her clit in order to heighten her pleasure. I grabbed one of her swaying breasts and began to knead its nipple between my thumb and forefinger. That drew another moan from her. She put her hand over mine and squeezed it. I heard the message loud and clear, and increased the pressure on her nipple. It wasn’t enough, so I eventually pulled on it. She really liked that and within moments I felt her begin to tremble with an orgasm. I continued what I was doing until I felt her last spasm. Then I grabbed her hips, thrusting as fast as I could until I exploded and shot hot cum into her.
Talk about weird. Ten minutes later, Diana had slipped out of her gear and put on a bathrobe, while the dark-haired woman threw on some sweats. I got back into my clothes, as well. Then we all sat around the kitchen table cooling off with cold beers. It was as if Diana’s evil twin sister had gone back to the dungeon she’d escaped from.
“John, this is Ann,” she said matter-of-factly. “We work together at the hospital.
“This is really some place,” I said, still overwhelmed with her apartment.
“It’s a terrific find. I can make as much noise as I like without disturbing the neighbors.”
“How long have you been doing…this?” I asked Diana.
“Five years.”
“Wow! I would have never guessed.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Ann asked.
She spoke with a slight Hispanic accent. I realized I hadn’t really heard her speak before. Remembering her angry-looking ass, I threw the question right back at her. “Did you?”
She gave me a smile. “Of course. I always do.”
“Would you like to do this again sometime?” Diana asked me.
“I dunno. I found it kinda…intense.”
“I think you would like to,” Diana said quietly. “You probably never climaxed before like you just did.”
She had me there. My orgasm had been unbelievable. But that domination thing. Ann had been the one getting whacked. How would I feel if I were in her place?
“What do you say? Are you game?” Diana interrupted my thoughts.
“Okay, but…”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I was thinking about us.”
“You and me?”
“Yeah. How will that affect us—the relationship we now have?”
“It doesn’t have to, unless you decide to change it.”
“I honestly don’t see how it can remain the same.”
“It can. You’ll see. Trust me.”
Trust her, she said. Even though I wasn’t really certain how that could be possible, I agreed, anyway, to another session with Lady Di, the moniker she went by in the trade. No matter what, the sex I’d had with these two women had been the hottest I’d ever experienced. I soon began to look forward to the next session.
Thinking about this, I had to wonder. Had Diana tapped into some masochistic streak I never knew I possessed? How the hell pain could be so inviting, I’d absolutely no idea. All I knew was that I craved more of the same. And I couldn’t think of anything else until the next time.
* * *
When I met Diana for dinner during the weekend, my misgivings about the domination hurting our relationship were tempered, but not altogether removed. Certainly when we went back to my place and made love, it was tender and sweet with me being the initiator, but I still felt weird about it. Perhaps because it was lurking in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help wondering if Diana was someone with multiple personalities. While we were together, I had no qualms about our relationship. Her lips and arms were as sincere as they were before I discovered her secret life.
