Last night on FetLife, I wrote about how Master-Sir and Miss Carol entertained a few Vanilla friends at our house. So I was locked in my bedroom upstairs for the time.

After a few hours, I was woken up by some man unlocking my door and entering it. He turned on the light and looked like He saw a ghost. He looked a little surprised to see me there, naked in bed. I quickly moved to the floor and knelt at the side of the bed, offering Him to sit down.

He wasn’t sure who or what I was. He thought maybe I was kidnapped or held against my will. I assured Him I was there of my own choosing. Besides, how would a man like my Owner be able to kidnap and carry away a 230-pound woman?

Since He did not call me a slave, I guessed my Owner wanted that kept secret.
This man was probably in His forties, a little overweight, but had a cute smile and was very professional looking in His dress. He told me that (name of my husband) said that He had a three-hole slut upstairs for Him to use.

Apparently, Master-Sir did not want to explain, “my fluffy wife is my slave and is locked upstairs, waiting to be used, while this beautiful lady on my arm is my girlfriend.” Instead, He went for the reaction of this man and myself. Being referred to as a three-hole slut by a stranger is verbal humiliation at its finest, yet I knew I was to serve Him anyway.

As He sat down and relaxed, I offered to remove His slacks. As I did, I was questioned about my willingness to be presented to strangers as a three-hole slut.

I explained that I trust “my friend” and enjoy being used by people He respects and trusts to keep secrets. Plus, I have a high sex drive that needs to be used.

He liked that answer; as I explained myself, His cock seemed to get a little taller and harder. He never offered any resistance to my actions as I held His cock in my hand, waiting for His order.

For me, being naked and kneeling next to a strange man I am supposed to allow to use me any way he wants always gets my heart pounding and my pussy wet.

He liked that I started to lick His head to get the precum off. He smiled, put His hands behind Him, and leaned back, petting my head. I was in my happy place.

I asked if he had a preference in what hole He wanted to fuck. Smiling, I knew what He was going to ask for. His response was that He could not believe that I was going to “allow” Him to use whatever hole He wanted. Of course, a well-married man like this wants Anal.

I have friends that frequent the resort I work at that are professionals at this, and they tell me all the time about how the men want to show they have the power and the experience but, in reality, have no clue how to properly fuck a woman from behind. They are so right.

I grab a condom from my nightstand and smile as I put it on His cock. Then quickly move onto the bed, head down, ass up. He wasn’t sure, but I asked that He be careful and get His cock lubed from my dripping pussy. I was seriously dripping as I was explaining how I liked to be fucked in the back. As a slave, I know I am not supposed to be the lead, but he was clueless about doggie style and needed my help.

Feeling Him enter my sloppy pussy; I begged His forgiveness; it’s not what a man should expect. I heard Him laugh at my apology as He pushed it in. We were both moaning as He pushed it all in. As He pulled it back out, I moved forward, not wanting to have an accidental orgasm (yet!).

Reaching between my legs again, I pulled His cock from my wetness and moved the head to my other opening. Telling him in my best sexy voice to push gently. That he needs to get past the ring muscle.

The entire time I was fighting off the need to have an orgasm and losing the battle. In this case, it was difficult because He was pushing slowly past the ring. Once He was in, He stopped and moaned as He reached down to pull on one of my hard nipples. I instinctively let out a little “ouch.”

He started to push himself further. He was going slow, not to tease me, but His gentleness and the stiffness of His cock sliding in were teasing me. Soon I felt Him push against my ass. He was in all the way, and I was starting to see stars; I knew I was in trouble,

I was in a no-win situation. Master-Sir would beat my ass black and blue if i were to pull out before I came. On the other hand, if I continued, i was going to have an incredible orgasm when I was told orgasms are not allowed. Either way, I was going to be punished.

But Gawd, did it feel good. His cock was nice in size and girth. Filled me but not too tight. The size was almost perfect, large enough to handle it but not too large to be hurt by it…

He was in no hurry, and I was too far gone to care. If I were punished, I wanted to make the crime worth the punishment. So I started to move in rhythm. In and out. Trying to ride thru the moans, the stars, and the lights I kept seeing. I know I was also wetting the sheets. But they were my sheets, and I didn’t care. I wanted to be fucked and to have another orgasm.

As expected, He stiffened up quickly as I felt Him stop, His back stiffness up, then the feeling of His warm cum filling the condom filling me. I smiled and collapsed on the bed; he was on top of me but never fell out until He was soft.

I kept thanking Him. He could not stop me from really thanking Him; I was so happy to feel that feeling, to be fucked gently and to be used. He was the man to do it, and I wanted Him to know it was wonderful.

I removed His condom, grabbed some wipes to clean Him up, Gave His cock a kiss, and got back on the floor to help Him get dressed. My tears were both of joy from having a great series of climaxes and knowing I would be punished severely for them.

I thanked Him, kissed Him, then shut the door behind Him and fell asleep.