Carrie Ann's Delight

Looking at the floor, I asked. "Could anyone give me a ride home?"

George Cotter, whom I'd known for fifteen-years said he would and asked if I wanted to change. I didn't see the point so I declined, anxious to get the hell out of there. I followed him out to his car like a whipped dog.

As he pulled out of the parking lot he said. "I'll take that blow job now."

I was stunned, what an asshole. At least I wouldn't have to talk so I unzipped his pants and got his cock out. It was small, cut and slender with an upward curve. He was wet with pre-cum when I put him in my mouth. It didn't take much work on my part and he filled my mouth with his cream. A few drops spilled on the seat. I swallowed the rest and then without a second thought I scoped the drops off the seat with a finger and placed them in my mouth. Waste not want not even if the guy was a first class jerk. I licked his cock clean, put it back in his pants and sat up in my seat. Not a word was spoken, not a glance exchanged. When we got to my house, better make that Rachel's house, he pulled up the drive, I got out and went inside.

Chapter Two

Rachel was sitting at the bar sipping on another neat Scotch, a thin black cigar burned in the ashtray next to her. Her skirt was bunched above her knees reveling her long beautiful legs.

"I hope you enjoyed your trip to the bar. You will be spending a lot more time between the legs of a real woman and often it will be in public. Do you understand?"

I didn't really. I'd been cuckold for a couple of years, but she had never suggested there could be female lovers for her or for me. However, I said. "Yes Mistress."

How did you get home?" Rachel asked.

"I couldn't find my keys so George Cotter brought me."

"For a price?" She asked with a sly grin.

When I didn't reply, she dismounted and walked over to where I was standing and slapped me very hard. My eyes were down and I didn't see it coming. It staggered me; I fell against the couch and hit the ground.