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The Secret Life of John and Sara, 16

This is Part Sixteen of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.

The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:


I gave Sara’s ass a good smack, then pushed her away from me.
I walked over to a nearby chair, making sure my strap-on wagged obscenely, and sat. I watched her right herself, wiping her husband’s cum off her mouth with the back of her hand. Her lips were a bit puffy and swollen and her hair was a mess — she looked well-used and her eyes, oh her eyes smoldered with need. I could smell her arousal from where I sat.

“Strip,” I said to her.

“What?!” She looked incredulous.

“I said strip. All of it. I want you naked and kneeling at my feet within one minute, or” I hardened my voice and slapped my paddle lightly againstĀ  my calf, “there will be consequences.”

She looked at me, frozen in astonishment, so I started counting. When I reached five, she began stripping. By the time I reached forty, her lush body was completely naked. I watched as she peeled her panties away from her cunt. They were positively soaked.

“Good girl,” I said approvingly, “Now… get on your knees here in front of me.”

Sara dropped to her knees and crawled toward me. When she came within reach, I grabbed her by the back of the head with one hand, and pointed my strap-on at her with the other.

Suck my cock, slut!”

Sara looked from my face to my strap-on and back up to my face. A sensual blur was beginning to creep up over her, I could tell. I leaned forward and kissed her, hard at first, and then softly. When I broke the kiss, I kept my face near hers.

“Come, little Sara, my sweet little cocksucker, this is what you want. You want to kneel to me, you want to worship me, and be subjugated by me.” I half-whispered to her.

Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned.

“I’m going to take you, Sara, take you and make you mine, you and your husband, both, and you’re not going to do anything to stop me.”

And with that, I guided her toward my strap-on, which she took greedily into her mouth and started sucking with abandon.

To be continued…

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