Date: Sun, 9 May 2021 16:27:14 -0500
From: Tappy McWidestance <tappymcw@gmail.com>
Subject: Midlife Crisis (Lesbian Authoritarian)

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Midlife Crisis
by TappyMcW@gmail.com


I know you are thinking that midlife crisis is a term used by men as an
excuse to buy a convertible or have an affair. But that isn't always the
case. I'm a 42 year old woman named Gwen. I'm petite, about 5' 2" tall and
thin. I didn't buy a new car. But I did have an affair. To be more accurate
I am having an affair. I suppose some backstory is in order.


I am a professor at Northwestern University in Evanston, IL. For the
geographically challenged, that is just North of Chicago. I have tenure and
make a very good living. My husband has a sales job and also does very
well. The only downside is he has to travel a few days almost every
week. We've been married 21 years (just out of college) and have a 20 year
old daughter who is away at school. I tried to get her to go to
Northwestern not only because it is a great school but because I'd get a
huge discount for her. So naturally, she chose UW Madison.


Our story is pretty typical. We had a good marriage at first, but the
stress of time, work and raising a daughter took its toll and intimacy
became less and less. I started to wonder if my husband was getting his
needs met when he was on the road. I'm still very attractive (I work out
three days a week) but he didn't show much bedroom interest in me. I didn't
have any actual proof he was cheating on me, but still. I needed more than
he was giving.


Masturbation kept my own needs met. I had my trusty vibrator and
occasionally watched videos online. In fact, that probably would have been
where this story ended, if I had not found a link to an erotic story site
while surfing for new videos. Opening my mind to new fantasies as I read
the lurid tales people posted made me cum much better than the videos I
would watch. I read stories on what seemed like an endless array of
fetishes and imagine scenes for myself. Some turned me on, some didn't. I
started getting into submission stories and that really got me thinking
more about having an affair. Sometimes I imagined myself dominating a guy
and making him give me all the attention I craved. I'd tie him to the bed
and ride him until he couldn't get hard another time. Then I'd send him
away. Other times I pictured myself as the submissive being ordered to
serve a group of men. They would pass me around until none of us could cum
any more.


Most of those stories were what I would consider extreme fantasies, but
they made me cum and that was my primary goal. Then I read one that seemed
sweeter and more about seduction. I knew it was going to turn into a
bondage story from the tags on the listing, but at the beginning it seemed
more romantic with one neighbor seducing another. If I ever did have an
affair I would already rule my neighbors out. It would be too difficult to
keep that a secret.


I was getting very hot and bothered with my vibe doing its job. In fact I
was very close to cumming when I was shocked to learn the story was about a
woman seducing another woman. The protagonist was named Robin and I assumed
it was a guy. I had not considered he was a she. Mind you, I'm not
homophobic. Life on a college campus has a very active LBGTQ community. I'd
never given it much thought, actually, and had never "experimented" when I
was in school. But there I was about to cum to a lesbian seduction
story. And as I continued reading, my climax turned into a big one. It was
definitely an eye opener.


As you might suspect, my choices in reading, videos and masturbation
fantasies evolved to being frequently lesbian based or at least FFM
threesome based. I also started having impure thoughts about girls I saw on
campus. I knew that was verboten, but I couldn't help but look and
fantasize. That is also how I found myself in one of Chicago's lesbian bars
(thanks Google) on a Wednesday night.


My husband was out of town and I didn't have any Thursday classes to teach,
so I amped up my courage, got dressed up and took the Red Line (the
elevated train that runs from Evanston to the South side of Chicago) down
to an anonymous Northside bar hoping to find a lesbian who would pick me up
and teach me about woman to woman love. Well, woman to woman sex. I didn't
expect to fall in love. I just needed someone willing to touch me
intimately, if only for an hour or two. In my fantasy I would walk in and
there would be plenty available women to choose from and all I would have
to do is pick one to ravage me.


I figured taking the train was a good idea instead of driving in case I had
a bit too much to drink. I also expect most of the patrons would live near
the bar so not having to leave my car there was a bonus. Plus the bar was
only two blocks from the train. Yes I was talking myself into being at the
mercy of whoever I let pick me up. At least that was my fantasy. I didn't
even know if any woman would want to take a neophyte home. If not, there
were other bars in the area, if all else failed, where I could probably
find a guy for a quickie.


After an hour sitting in a booth sipping several white wines, that option
started to seem more likely. The bar wasn't crowded and the women that were
there seemed to be already partnered or too young and not interested in a
middle aged woman. I didn't have the courage to initiate a conversation
with any of them, although I did ogle a few. Then she walked in.


My first impression was "Holy shit. She's the one." She was tall. At least
six feet compared to my petite 5 foot 2. She was blonde with long straight
hair down past her shoulders. She was lean with perky breasts, probably a C
cup but firm enough not to require a bra. I knew that because her nipples
were standing prominently under her shirt and on display. I couldn't make
out the writing on the shirt in the dim light, though. I felt my pussy
start to moisten as I looked at her tight jeans and her firm ass as she
turned toward the bar. She definitely had the look of an athlete. A young
athlete.


She got a drink at the bar and then turned to examine the crowd. Her eyes
focused on me, briefly. I felt like I blushed and quickly broke eye
contact. When I looked back, she was looking at two other young, athletic
girls who had just entered the bar. They came over and hugged my blonde
goddess before getting their own drinks and moving to a table by the
jukebox. I had given up on any of these beautiful girls being interested in
me when the blonde looked at me again. I fought my nervousness and tried
not to look away. I didn't know what I had to offer her, but if she was
going to look at me, I was going to look at her.


She was staring at me. Actually she was staring through me, into my soul. I
felt myself giving in to her even before she made a move toward my booth or
said a word to me. She was the one I'd been waiting for. I knew it. When
she started walking toward me, my field of vision narrowed until I could
only see her face. Her beautiful face and her radiant smile. I saw her lips
move, but I didn't even hear her ask if she could join me. I was
transfixed. She just sat down and extended her hand.


"Elle," I did hear her say.


I shook her hand and replied, "Gwen."


It was the first time I had touched a woman in a way that was not innocent
and it was electric. When she pulled her hand back I finally focused on the
writing on her shirt. She was wearing a Northwestern volleyball shirt. Was
my goddess a student, an alumnus or just a fan? I had to stop this right
now. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but she slid her fingers up my arm
and asked if this was the first time I'd been in a lesbian bar? How could
she tell already? A tingle went up my arm and down through my spine.


"Yes," I answered softly.


"You're shy," she replied. "I like that." Then she leaned over and gave me
a soft, but knowing kiss. I was a goner.


We stayed at the bar drinking our wines and talking about life. Her friend
had put money in the jukebox and they were dancing. A few other couples had
joined them, but my concentration was on Elle. And once her fingers left my
arm, she took my hand in hers and was clearly trying to seduce me. And I
let her. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist her.


I admitted that I was married, taught at the university and was a lesbian
virgin. She was the captain of the volleyball team and told me she liked
being a woman's first. I was putty in her hands and she knew it. Maybe an
hour later, she told me we were going to dance. The music had stopped, but
she pulled me easily out of the booth and led me to the center of the small
dance floor. I watched as one of her friends went over and put another
dollar in the jukebox. I was surprised when a slow song began playing. Elle
put her arms on my shoulders (easy with our height difference) and I
instinctively put my arms around her waist.


She pulled me close against her. It felt so natural. Then she pulled my
head down against her breasts. That seemed natural too, almost as if she
was mothering me despite my being old enough to be her mother. She then
whispered in my ear telling me to grab her butt. That even felt natural. A
woman I had just met was telling me to touch her in public while I nuzzled
my face against her breasts. Who could object to that, although this was
not how I had pictured this evening going in my fantasy. Oh, by this point
I was soaking my panties too.


We danced like that for two consecutive songs. I'm sure her friends were
watching us as were the other women in the bar. Yet I didn't care. I wanted
Elle to take me home and teach me about womanly lovemaking. But she wasn't
quite ready to leave the bar yet. As we walked back to our booth, she took
me in her strong arms and gave me another kiss. This one was far more
passionate and demanding than her first. My knees almost gave out.


"Your pussy is soaked, isn't it?" she asked although I'm sure the question
was rhetorical. She had to know the effect she was having on me. I could
only nod in affirmation. I couldn't bring myself to admit it.


"I'm going to get two more glasses of wine," she informed me. "You're going
to go to the bathroom, take your panties off and toss them in the garbage."


It was a declarative statement. It wasn't a question. And I wasn't about to
disobey. I felt so naughty returning to the booth without my panties
soaking up my juices, although they were so saturated they were not doing a
very good job. Elle was waiting, two wine glasses on the table. As I
started to slide into the booth next to her, she gave me another
command. "Lift the back of your skirt so your ass is on the cushion." OK, I
wasn't expecting that, but I complied. "I don't want your excitement
staining your dress," she told me. I had never even thought that was
possible, but of course she was right.


As I slid next to her, her hand, instead of taking mine, went to the front
of my dress and then under it sliding up my thigh. I gasped. She told me to
relax. My only saving grace was I didn't think anyone could see what she
was doing. But without my panties to protect me, she was about to discover
how wet she made me. That was the point, of course, but I wasn't prepared
for how exciting it would be for the first time a woman touched me. Having
it happen in public made it even better. I exhaled with a contented mew
when her finger easily slid into me.


Elle took her time fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. With her free
hand she sipped her wine and encouraged me to do the same, pretending
nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Even when her friends (Samantha
& Kelly) stopped at our booth on the way to the bathroom, she continued her
assault on my pussy and my mind. I'm sure they knew exactly what Elle was
doing, although they pretended not to notice. When they left, she stopped,
pulled her hand back and sucked my juice off her finger. "Umm, you're
tasty," she said. I know I blushed then.


"Take me back to your place and I'll teach you how to eat pussy," she told
me. I wanted nothing more, although I would have preferred to go to her
place. But I really needed to cum as well.


"I need to cum," I admitted to her. "Then I'll take you home and do
whatever you want."


I admit I had read that line in many stories where the person, desperate to
cum or responding to some kind of blackmail, would get taken advantage of
after making it. I'm not saying that is why I said it. But yes, that is why
I said it hoping she would catch my offer. Elle just smiled and told me to
get myself off. And that is how it came to pass that I was masturbating in
a bar with three students (the other girls had returned from the bathroom
and were standing in front of the table) watching me. They couldn't see my
pussy, but they could see my arm moving and hear my moans. It was
humiliating, it was exciting and it was the best orgasm I ever had in my
life. And the night was still young.


We walked out of the bar, my thighs slick with my juice and Elle's hand
possessively on my ass. We walked toward the train station. Apparently she
had not driven either. When we got to the station door, she embraced me
again and kissed me again. My entire body quivered.


"If we go through that door," she told me, "You're going to repay me for
that orgasm in the bar. Are you prepared to do that?"


This time I had found my voice. "Yes, Elle," I replied. "I'll do whatever
you want."


I figured this time she couldn't miss my promise. She smiled again. We went
through the door, deposited our tokens and went through the turnstile. We
were alone on the platform for several minutes before the train
arrived. She spent that time with her hand under my dress, her fingers
teasing my pussy and her eyes staring into my soul again. What had I gotten
myself into?


Midlife Crisis - Chapter 02


When we boarded the train, I was a little worried about what Elle might
make me do. There were a few other people in our car. I thought maybe she
would finger me again, discreetly I hoped. She steered us to the last row
of the car. She sat next to the window and I sat next to her. I looked at
the other people and they were in their own worlds as they were probably
heading home from a late night of work. I looked back at Elle and was
surprised to see her unbuttoning her jeans and pulling down the zipper. I
didn't know what to do or what she expected. She took my right hand and put
it in her pants. I found that like me, she wasn't wearing panties. Also
like me, she was very wet.


I did what came naturally. I started rubbing her pussy and then fingering
her with my middle finger. I pretty much did exactly what she had done to
me at the bar. She put her left arm around me and pulled me close against
her body. I liked that. She then began whispering in my ear instructions of
how to pleasure her. Tips like when to rub her clit, how fast, when to
finger her, when to just rub her back and force over her pussy and the
like. It was very intimate and the kind of connection I had been craving.


That went on for the first 10 minutes of our 20 minute ride. By that time,
the car had emptied out and we were by ourselves. Elle then told me to pull
my hand out and to suck her juices off my fingers. It was the first time
I'd ever tasted pussy except for a few times I'd suck off my husband after
he fucked me. Elle was much better tasting. She then told me to stand up. I
had a feeling she was going to lift my dress, but instead she told me to
get on my knees in the aisle.


I suppose I should have known her next move was to stand and pull her jeans
all the way down. She had to be agile to sit on the edge of the seat
without removing her pants and spread her legs wide enough for me to follow
her instruction to eat her pussy. But that was a command I was happy to
obey. Having tasted the fruits of my effort with my fingers, I was
desperate to taste her directly from the source.


Even though our car was empty, I was concerned that someone might come in
from the car in front of us. But I wasn't concerned enough to stop. I was
unsure of my technique and in retrospect I now realize Elle was testing how
far I would go to please her more than she was trying to get off. In the
moment though, I loved lapping at her soft wet folds and savored every drop
of juice I was able to devour. As we approached the end of the line at
Howard Street where we had to transfer to the Purple Line for the rest of
our journey, Elle had me stand and then pulled up her pants. She didn't
comment one way or the other whether I had done well.


We were lucky that the wait for our next train was minimal. I also was
relieved to find we were the only ones boarding going north. It wasn't a
long ride to the Central Avenue station, walking distance to my house, so I
wasn't sure if Elle would want me to lick her pussy again. A transit cop
might be the only one who would catch us. I doubt she was worried about
that as she sat down and directed me to sit on her lap facing away from
her. She then lifted the front of my dress and began playing with my pussy
again.


While her right hand was pussy rubbing my sensitive bits, her left hand was
mauling my breasts. My bra was protecting them and I was surprised she
didn't order me to remove it. Her fingers were very skillful (you already
knew that) at bringing my arousal level to a fevered pitch. But the short
ride was against us and I didn't get to cum before we arrived at our
stop. That was disappointing, but I wasn't particularly worried as I was
sure I'd get the chance to finish soon enough. She had not cum on the train
either so I guess we were even.


Elle told me she had driven to the station earlier and we got into her car
even though I lived just 4 blocks away. I was dripping with anticipation as
we pulled into my driveway. Elle then retrieved a weekend size bag from the
trunk of her car. I guess she anticipated not going home tonight. I also
noticed she took a picture of my house. That confused me.


"I always let Sam and Kelly know where I am when I pick up a tasty
morsel. If you turn out to be a homicidal maniac, at least they can tell
the police where I was," she told me. OK, that was a bit weird, but if it
was necessary for her to feel safe with me, so be it.


Once inside, I locked the front door and Elle immediately pinned me against
it. She held my arms above my head and kissed me with a fiery
passion. Arousal flowed through my body and I allowed her to hold me like
that instead of resisting, not that I could have moved her anyway. A minute
later, or so, she released my arms and backed up. I was panting. She told
me to strip and that she had been waiting to see me naked since the moment
she first saw me in the bar. It didn't take me long to shed my dress and
bra. She then told me to put my hands on top of my head and spread my
legs. I didn't understand why, but I did as she asked.


She slowly circled me a couple of times. I felt like an object. On her
third rotation around me, she dragged her index finger over my nipples. She
explained this was the inspection pose, although she didn't give me any
additional feedback over what she was looking for or how long it would
last. After her next trip around my body she stood in front of me and slid
a finger into my wet and ready pussy. Her thumb positioned itself on my
clit.


As her index finger curled inside of me and tapped on my g-spot, her thumb
began to rub my clit. I let out a contented sigh, although soon my legs
began to weaken again. Soon I was rocking side to side as my arousal
affected my balance. Had she kept up her assault, I am convinced I would
have fallen down when I came. But she stopped before that could happen and
told me to sit on my couch. Oh, and to keep my legs spread.


Elle got on her knees, hooked her strong arms under my knees and pulled my
pussy to the edge of the sofa. Then she went down on me. It felt
amazing. My husband had never been shy about going down on me, but when you
hear only a woman can really know how to eat pussy, believe it. I'd never
felt anything so good. You will not be surprised that I came almost
immediately. I mean, her fingering had me teetering on the edge already,
but having Elle between my legs would have brought me off even if she had
put an ice cube on my clit.


I was spent by the force of my orgasm. Elle let me sit splayed out on the
couch and recover while she carried her bag upstairs. She was gone for
about five minutes and when she returned she was wearing a leather corset
and carrying a short riding crop. She looked scary, but amazing.


"If you still agree to do anything, get upstairs to your bedroom. If not,
I'll go home and the university will never know about tonight," she said in
an authoritarian voice.


"Does that mean if I go upstairs the university will find out?" I asked
just because of the phrasing of her statement. Being outed really wasn't an
incentive to continue this relationship.


"Of course not, silly," she relied. Then she winked, "Not if you're careful
anyway."


That didn't really reassure me, but I stood up and walked toward the
stairs. She didn't say another word and let me pass her. I walked up the
stairs and she didn't follow me. I found that odd. I walked into my
bedroom. Her overnight bag was on my dresser and open. I saw a collection
of dildos, vibrators, a paddle, blindfolds, gags and some things I didn't
understand. Then I looked at my bed.


The covers had been removed and folded neatly on the floor. Then I noticed
ropes had been tied to the frame around the legs at each corner. It didn't
take my PhD to figure out what she had planned for me. I touched myself
between my legs to confirm that my body was in agreement to what my mind
was already telling it. Then I heard Elle call from downstairs.


"Do you still want me to stay?"


The logical analytical side of my brain said no. But it said that at the
bar too and lost out to my limbic system several times already tonight.


"Yes I want you to stay," I yelled back to make sure she heard me.


"Pick out a blindfold, put it on, then lay on the bed face up with your
arms and legs spread," she called back. "I'm going to get something to
drink and will be up in a few minutes."


I did as she expected. I took a leather blindfold out of her case. I always
loved the smell of leather. It was kind of a fetish, although I had never
told anyone. I then laid down in a spread eagle. I could feel the ropes
touch my ankles and I grabbed the upper ropes with my hands. I wasn't
restrained, but I could pretend. I couldn't figure out what was taking Elle
so long. I knew I must have looked delectable. Why was she making me wait?
I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I imagined all the nasty things she
was going to make me do. I was living out one of the dirty stories I'd
gotten off to so many times.


In my mind, I could see myself as if my soul was hovering over the bed and
watching me spread wide for this nasty student to do whatever she wanted to
me. I imagined I was teaching at a school that still allowed corporal
punishment, except when I tried to discipline Elle, she spun me around and
spanked me. My lust level continued to build until I finally heard her
enter the room. The first thing she did was touch my pussy.


"Damn, girl," she exclaimed. "You're way wetter than you were downstairs."


I wasn't sure if that was a complement, but it was factual. I then felt her
tying my ankles.


"I like my wet pussy sluts unable to shut their legs or touch themselves,"
she said. "It's more fun that way, don't you think?"


I'd never been called a slut before, much less a wet pussy slut, but coming
from her mouth, I actually liked it. I mean, what kind of woman lets a
stranger into her home, gets tied to her marital bed and leaks like a hose
with a bad washer?


After Elle tied my ankles, she tied my wrists. She left a little slack and
I later learned she liked to see her victims struggle. Once I was secured,
she explained what was going to happen next. "You're going to learn how to
eat me properly and make me cum. I'm not going to release you until your
skills improve."


Downside to her statement, she criticized what I had done on the train as
inadequate. I realize it was my first time and I suppose I shouldn't have
been upset, but it still hurt a little bit. Upside, she was going to teach
me how to do it right and apparently let me practice until I
improved. Somehow it didn't dawn on me that because I was bound on my back,
that also meant she was going to sit on my face. I figured that part out
pretty quickly when I felt her shins pressing down on my shoulders. I can't
say it was comfortable, but it wasn't that bad as my arms pressed into the
mattress.


On the train I had been tentative about licking her pussy. That was no
longer an option as she pressed herself down on me. She was definitely more
excited to have me start pleasuring her than she was on the train. At least
I perceived her pussy as being wetter as I began. She gave me tips on
technique, but eventually, as she got more excited, began just rocking up
and down my mouth. By the time she was ready to cum, she was basically
riding my face and I was doing nothing but act as a way to provide friction
against her.


I wish I could have seen her face when she came with a shriek, but the
blindfold prevented that. She grabbed my head and held me tighter against
her quivering pussy. This essentially blocked my air, but also forced me to
inhale her essence as I tried to breathe. I started to get a bit light
headed as she rode out her climax, constraining my breathing for about a
minute. Then she rolled off of me laying next to me as her chest heaved and
she was rocked by several orgasm aftershocks. I felt proud of myself,
although I'm not sure how much of her pleasure was do to my efforts and how
much was because my head as a sex toy.


About 10 minutes later, Elle said, "Let's see if you learned anything." She
then sat down on me again, this time facing the other way. I could tell
because my nose was pressed into her asscrack. I started to panic and pull
at my bonds, but it turned out to not be as bad as I initially thought it
would be and I calmed down and started licking her pussy again. It was then
that I felt the riding crop begin tapping on my clit.


"If you do well, Gwen, these love taps will not turn into snaps," she told
me. I didn't need any inspiration to do my best, but I suppose she did give
me some. Thankfully I must have been doing well because she never did
strike me with the crop. The taps did become more forceful, but remained at
a level that just served to tease my clit. She also rubbed the crop against
my nipples. She didn't tap them. I suppose the angle was too difficult
because of how she was balancing over my mouth. This time she didn't grind
herself against my face. It took her longer to cum, but eventually she
did. I didn't think she came as hard this time. But I had always considered
any orgasm a good orgasm and I was proud that I had helped her with just my
tongue this time. I was learning.


Then she climbed off of me and off the bed. Obviously I couldn't see what
she was doing, but I hoped she wasn't done for the night. I heard some
sounds, but I couldn't make out what was happening. Then I felt a tongue
lick up the length of my pussy. It was heavenly. Elle was gentle at first,
but then added a finger and began fucking me while she continued to
voraciously suck my clit. She had much more to teach me about pleasing a
woman because she was driving me crazy. There was no doubt I'd be cumming
my fool head off as I could feel my climax build quickly. Why did I wait so
long to try sex with a woman?


Gasps became moans and moans became shaking against my bindings as my body
began to quake. Then I heard Elle whispering in my ear. "Come for us
slut. Let yourself go. Become our playtoy."


I should have freaked out that it wasn't Elle between my legs. But I
didn't. I exploded into the mouth of whomever was eating my pussy. If I'd
ever cum harder in my life, I couldn't remember when. Wave after wave of
pleasure rolled through my body as the lips continued to suck my clit and
the finger continued to fuck me. Elle called me a "good girl" apparently
because I came so hard as if I had a different option. Finally the person
eating me stopped. I was glad because my pussy was almost too sensitive at
that point.


I then felt pressure on the mattress on both sides of my body. I knew Elle
was on my left, but I was clueless who was on my right, beyond that the
fact that they knew how to eat pussy like a champion. Almost
simultaneously, I felt two sets of lips, one on each nipple, begin sucking
and then licking. I howled with pleasure. Then I felt a dildo pressing
against the opening of my pussy. At the same time, my blindfold was
removed.


It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light. When they did I saw
besides Elle, Sam was on my right side teasing my nipple and Kelly was
kneeling between my legs wearing a strap-on. She was just teasing me with
the tip, pushing it just into my pussy and then pulling it back out and
tapping it on my clit.


"My God! Fuck me!" I shouted.


"Will you be the team's pet?" Elle asked with a voice dripping with pure
lust.


I didn't know what that meant, but if saying yes would get Kelly to fuck
me, I was happy to agree.


"Yes Elle!" I screamed. "I'll be the team's pet."


"Fuck this slut," Elle commanded Kelly. She slid about half the dildo into
me and then Elle and Sam moved out of the way so she could lower herself
onto me and savagely fuck me missionary style.


I was babbling incoherent words as she fucked me harder than any man ever
had done before. The edge of her harness apparently had a little nub that
would press against my clit with each thrust. I could raise my head just
enough to see her tight little butt raise and lower with each thrust as if
she was twerking. Between babbles, I moaned and screamed. Elle got down by
my ear again. My mind couldn't focus on the meaning of what she said, but I
heard words describing what team pet meant. Elle spoke slowly, drawing out
my instructions as Kelly continued to pound away.


"When your husband is out of town, you will make yourself available for the
pleasure of any team member who wants you. At school, if we need to release
stress, your office hours will be spent eating pussy. You will follow
instructions and not refuse any request. In exchange you will be given the
best orgasms of your life. If you agree, cum on Kelly's cock now."


I'd never been commanded to cum before. Heck, I didn't even know that was
possible. But as Elle said the words, my subconscious body responded. With
a scream that could wake the dead, or at least my neighbors, I climaxed
even harder than I had thanks to Sam's tongue and fingers. I think I
blacked out because I don't remember anything beyond that point. I do
remember waking up, still bound to the bed but alone with the lights off. I
called out to Elle hoping the three of them had not gone home. Maybe a
minute later she appeared and began to untie the ropes.


"My God," I said. "That was amazing. Thank you."


"It was our pleasure, Gwen," she replied. "I do hope you won't back out of
your promise to be our pet."


"If you promise I'll cum again like that, you don't have to worry," I told
her.


She helped me stand and I rubbed my wrists. Elle went back to her toy bag
one more time. I didn't think I could take another toy, but she returned
with a collar. I had seen that when I looked in her bag hours ago. But now
there was a tag on it. It was engraved with "Pet Gwen" on one side. Elle
turned it so I could see the back that said, "If found, return to
volleyball team."


"Kelly and Sam went out to Walmart to get this while you were sleeping. You
will wear this whenever we play to remind you who owns your mouth, pussy
and ass," she told me. I felt another shiver go through my body as she
buckled it around my neck. She then produced a leash that she clipped to my
collar.


"On your knees and follow me," she commanded. I dropped to the floor and
crawled behind her down the stairs and back to the living room. Kelly and
Sam were sitting on the couch, naked with their legs spread. Both were
holding vibrators I had originally seen in Elle's bag. Neither had them set
to a fast speed. They were not trying to make themselves cum.


"You need lots of practice eating pussy," Elle told me. I already knew that
and my mouth was watering at the prospect of starting with the two young
beauties. "Get them off and we might let you cum again tonight."


I crawled between Kelly's legs.


The three teammates were kind enough to let me eat them to two orgasms each
before I was ordered to lay on the floor and masturbate for their
amusement. I think my oral skills improved greatly. It was humiliating to
lay in front of them, my need to climax again of full display. They were
the same age as my daughter, but I was not the adult in charge. My
humilation got worse when Elle told me from now on I needed permission to
cum, and then when I was ready to do that, denied me that permission. I
stopped touching myself, but Kelly told me that wasn't allowed either. They
did let me slow down enough to prevent me from cumming, but eventually even
that proved unsustainable and minutes later I rubbed my clit furiously and
came again.


I stayed on the floor panting as Kelly and Sam got dressed and left. Elle
helped me upstairs and into bed. She told me we would work on my orgasm
control and that going forward cumming without permission would earn me a
punishment, although she didn't specify what that might be. But for
tonight, she was going to let it slide. She also asked if I wanted her to
spend the night. It was 3am so there wasn't much night left, but of course
I said yes. She spooned me and I slept soundly feeling safe and like her
possession. My crisis of intimacy had ended. Unfortunately her phone
chirped at 6am because she had an early class. I stayed in bed until almost
noon. Oh to be young again and able to function without much sleep after a
wild night of sex.


Midlife Crisis - Chapter 03


I started my day with a shower, but as I relaxed under the hot water, my
mind drifted back to the events of last night and my hand found my pussy
aching to be touched again. Rubbing myself in the shower while thinking
about eating three young pussies had me building to an orgasm quickly. But
thankfully I remembered I didn't have permission to cum and was able to
stop just in time. It was maddening, but also oddly satisfying as I had
passed another test in following orders. In the classroom I gave orders. It
was nice to receive them for a change.


My husband wouldn't be home until tomorrow and I had some chores and
errands to finish today, but I kept thinking about Elle and assuming she
would just show up at my door for me to service. I didn't know her class
schedule, but I knew the volleyball team had practice from 5-8. I almost
got myself dolled up and went to the practice, but I didn't have a good
excuse why I would be there. I couldn't tell the coach that I was the new
team pet, Elle had taken my collar with her this morning and I wanted it
back. Tenure or not, I think I'd be fired.


I spent the night like a teen age girl sitting by my phone waiting for it
to ring. But that didn't happen. My pussy was wet just sitting alone on my
couch watching the clock tick off numbers until volleyball practice would
be over. But no call came and there was no knock at my door. Friday found
me back in front of two classes, my eyes scanning my students for any
recognition that my life had changed two day prior. But there was none. I
must confess I did have impure thoughts about a couple of my
students. After my 1pm class finished up I gathered my stuff and put it in
my briefcase. I was about to leave when a tall slender girl came into my
classroom. She was wearing a volleyball team t-shirt.


"Mrs Davis?" she asked with a questioning tone. Not exactly nervous but she
sounded like she wouldn't know what excuse to use if she came into the
wrong room.


"Yes," I replied. "How may I help you?" I knew the answer to that question,
but I wanted to play dumb.


"Um," she replied. "I've been really stressed out with classes lately and
Elle, the captain of our team, suggested you might be available for some
private tutoring to help me relax?"


Tutoring. Cute.


"Sure," I answered her. "Do you have time now? We could go to my office so
we won't be interrupted."


As soon as we were in private, she pulled my collar out of her book bag. My
pussy gushed. And that is how I found myself kneeling in front of another
student eating her pussy. She sat in my desk chair. I was on the floor. The
change of authority was not lost on me. But I didn't care. I loved the
feeling and her pussy was very tasty. She was easy to make cum too. Whether
that was because of my improved skills or just her excitement about having
a dominant position over me, I don't know. I fantasized about having a line
of players waiting in the hallway waiting for their own tutoring
session. But after the girl came she unbuckled my collar indicating I was
finished. Before she left however, she did tell me to give her my panties.


"Elle wants to know how excited you are," she told me. I assumed she would
be happy as I slipped them off and handed them over to her. She took a deep
sniff and smiled.


After she left I was torn between my need to masturbate, although I didn't
have permission to cum and didn't know how to contact Elle, and my wifely
duties to be home when my husband got back from his trip. In the end, going
home won out. I didn't want to tease myself and then have to stop. Somehow
I knew Elle would know if I made myself climax.


The weekend was fine, but I was looking forward to my husband leaving again
next week. I was also looking forward to seeing Elle again and not just
some random member of the team. On Monday during lunch, I got a text from
an unknown number. The message was simple. "When is your husband out of
town next?"


He was going to be gone Tuesday and Wednesday nights this week, so I
replied with that information. I didn't bother to ask who belonged to this
number. Another message appeared almost immediately.


"We're picking you up at 6 on Tuesday. Dress sexy for us. Short skirt,
button down blouse and high heels. Wear a thong but no bra."


That was oddly specific I thought, but I replied OK and agreed to their
terms. I was worked up the rest of the afternoon and practically attacked
my husband that night. But he did little to quench my desire. I skipped my
office hours on Tuesday to go home, shower and dress for my date. It felt
weird calling it a date since I didn't know what was planned, but I did my
best to look sexy and alluring for I assumed Elle and her friends.


Precisely at 6pm, my doorbell rang. I wasn't surprised that Elle was
standing on the other side. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and
leggings and my mouth began to water. Beside her was another girl,
similarly dressed in typical college fashion. She was introduced as Suzy. I
stood back while the girls walked into my house. I noticed that Elle wasn't
carrying her bag this time, but did have a small gift box.


"Your collar is in the car for later if you do well," Elle told me. I'd
stopped trying to understand her cryptic statements. I didn't know what do
well meant or for how long I had to be good. Suzy in the meantime was
taking off her pants and peeling down her panties. She then sat on the
couch and spread her legs. I looked at Elle. She nodded. Then, almost as an
afterthought, she said, "Give me your phone."


I unlocked the phone and handed it to her. Was she going to record me going
down on Suzy? I didn't care. I got on my knees and went to work. I couldn't
tell if Elle was recording me, but a few minutes later I heard the buzz of
a vibrator. It was behind me and I wondered if Elle was getting herself
off. Other than wanting to do that personally, I thought it was pretty hot
if she was masturbating while watching me service her friend. But the buzz
turned off almost as soon as it started.


Suzy was starting to show signs of cumming soon, so I redoubled my efforts
into pleasing her. I forgot all about Elle as I was consumed with my
pleasuring Suzy. After just a couple additional minutes, she was squealing
and grabbing my head as her orgasm ripped through her. It was at this time
I felt Elle lifting my skirt and pulling down my thong. Did she sneak her
strap-on in and was about to fuck me? Unfortunately no, but I did feel her
fingers moving up and down my labia and checking for my unsurprising
wetness.


I was expecting her to finger fuck me, but instead I felt something egg
shaped being pressed into my pussy. It must be the vibrator I heard. Elle
slid it in fairly deeply. She then pulled up my thong, slapped my butt and
told me to stand. As I pulled my skirt back down I noticed a hard point in
the front of my thong. "The antenna," Elle explained. She then tapped the
screen on her phone and the vibrator came alive. "It's a Lush," Elle told
me and a gift from her to me. Then she tapped her phone again and the
vibrations stopped.


"OK, lets go," announced Elle. She didn't say where and I followed both
girls out to Suzy's waiting car.


Where turned out to be Old Orchard mall, an old school open air mall near
campus. Our date turned out to be walking around the stores with the girls
following me at a safe distance while teasing me. I was already out of
place overdressed for shopping, but being driven to distraction by Elle
cycling the Lush up and down was mind blowing. Never turning it off, she
would slow it down and give me a brief respite before turning it on full
speed causing my knees to buckle. I was sure everyone knew what was
happening, although they probably just thought I was on drugs and not about
to orgasm.


Of course Elle was skillful in not allowing that to happen. At least not
right away. After going through the major stores, we ended up at Shake
Shack for a burger. I sat on one side of the table alone and faced the
girls. Elle had her phone sitting on the table so I could see the Lush
control app. Rather than turning it up and down, this time she started slow
and then every couple of minutes, would turn it up a notch. She had a
devious look on her face and Suzy was loving every moment.


By the end of the meal, I was struggling to stifle the moans I wanted to
release as a way to break the tension building in my body. I was praying
we'd go back to the car and Elle would let me climax. But of course, it
couldn't be that easy. She stared me down once again and said, "I want to
see if you can cum silently. It's an important skill to develop. I'm going
to turn the Lush to full power. If you can cum silently by the time I
finish my drink, I'll reward you back at your house. If you make any noise,
when we get there, I'll punish you. Do you understand?"


I just nodded and she tapped the control app one last time turning the vibe
on full power. My hands instantly flattened palm down against the table as
the Lush roared to full speed. It seemed faster than before. I realized
Elle must have never turned it all the way up before. Both she and Suzy
watched me as I struggled not to whimper or moan. They were loving what
they were doing to me. I wanted to scream out in release or at least pound
the table. But would that be considered noise or did she just mean
something verbal? I closed my eyes as my body tensed. I shook my head back
and forth. Anybody watching would know something was happening. Opening my
eyes again, I saw Suzy whisper something in Elle's ear and she nodded. Then
she turned off the vibe.


Instantly I exhaled and started breathing again. Panting might be a better
description. I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath to avoid
making any sounds. At the same time, I was kind of disappointed because
just a few more seconds with the Lush at full speed and I would have
climaxed. I don't know if I could have remained silent, but damn it, I
wanted to find out.


"We're going to take you to the car," Elle said. Suzy then added, "I want
to hear what you sound like when you cum." At least I didn't lose the
opportunity to orgasm.


Back at the car, Elle got in the back seat and told me to remove my thong
before I joined her. Suzy drove. Elle then tapped a few buttons on her
phone and the Lush started cycling up and down in what seemed like a preset
pattern. I gave her a WTF look and she just laughed. "It's called tease." I
didn't care. I'd been so close to cumming even half power would probably
bring me off. Elle helped by unbuttoning my blouse and began to tease my
nipples.


"I should have let you drive," Suzy exclaimed from the front seat.


"Don't worry," Elle replied. "You'll get your chance."


Elle's nipple manipulation was doing as much as the vibe for my arousal. It
didn't take long for me to beg to be allowed to orgasm. I felt confident
she would let me. I'd been a good girl for them all night. But she had one
more test for me.


"I'll put the vibe back on high," she said. So far so good. "But you have
to count down slowly from 30 before you cum." OK, that would be tough. She
didn't say it, but I was confident failing to last 30 seconds would result
in a punishment as she had promised in the restaurant if I had made
noise. And I was definitely going to make noise. The Elle laughed and said,
"Oh, and I'm going to suck your nipple too."


Elle knew how sensitive my nipples were. Just her touching them was torture
enough when I wasn't allowed to cum. But she knew that sucking them would
be ten times worse. But what choice did I have? I had to cum and I had to
cum now. I agreed, she tapped her phone and the vibe took off like a
rocket. Even just saying "30" was a struggle and "29" was even tougher as
Elle's lips now encircled my right nipple.


My entire body was shaking as I counted down as fast as I dared, which
wasn't more than one number per second, although sometimes I got so
distracted it became several seconds and I even lost track once. Elle had
to stop sucking my nipple to tell me where I was and I'm pretty sure she
added five or six to the count. But I was beyond rational thought by that
point. My entire pussy was buzzing in sympathy with the Lush and her nipple
sucking was rocking me to my core. My entire body was one huge erogenous
zone.


When I reached one, Elle reached over and pinched my left nipple. She
pinched it hard. A lightning bolt of pain shot through my body, but it
mixed with the release of endorphins my freight train of an orgasm
released. Nothing was going to stop that, but in some ways the pain
enhanced it. Stimulation was stimulation and I howled in orgasmic
release. My pussy clamped down on the Lush so hard it shot it out and ended
up buzzing on the car floor.


I was pretty out of it when Elle helped me walk back inside my
house. Technically I was owed a reward, but I was ready to pass out and
when she led me to the couch I flopped down with a grunt. The girls must
have been amused how an old woman was worn out from a single orgasm. The
innocence of youth did not realizing how much it takes out of you to be
teased for several hours before finally cumming. I did notice Suzy was
holding Elle's toy bag.


They did give me about ten minutes to recover. My reward was wearing my
collar (finally, yeah) and instructions to eat Suzy again as a thank you
for driving. The only difference this time was Elle fucked me doggystyle
while I did it. I didn't cum again. My body wasn't ready for that. But I
did like how her thrusts pushed my mouth against Suzy's pussy. She seemed
to enjoy watching Elle fuck me as well. She had a nice juicy orgasm and
then I ate out Elle to end the night.


As they were leaving Elle told me to charge up the Lush and to be prepared
for another eventful evening on Wednesday. I was too worn out to question
her, not that I would have if I had the energy. I practically crawled up
the stairs and fell into bed still wearing my dress. I needed to get my
rest. Tomorrow sounded like it would be a long day.


Midlife Crisis - Chapter 04


There was a text waiting for me when I woke up. It simply said wear a dress
to work. Look normal. Bra and Panties are OK along with medium heels. I was
also supposed to bring the Lush and if I had forgotten to charge it, the
charger. Thankfully I had done that last night so I wouldn't need to do
that in my office.


The day itself was uneventful, although I did have the nagging thought that
I would be told to insert the Lush at some point and be forced to teach
while being teased. By the time I made it to my office, I was a bit
flustered from having thought about sex all day. Elle was waiting at my
office door.


I unlocked the door and ushered her inside. She began taking off her pants
and panties. She then sat on my desk facing my chair with her legs
spread. I didn't need instructions to know what to do next.


"We have a match tonight against UIC," she informed me. "I always play
better if I have an orgasm before the game."


That sounded logical to me, although I really didn't care why she was
offering me her tasty treat. I was just happy that she was allowing me the
privilege of pleasuring her. She took my head in her hands and held me
tightly in place.


"I want you to come to the game tonight. It will inspire the girls to see
you cheering for us."


She was rutting against my face as she said that.


"Of course I want you to wear your Lush as well."


Teasing me was why she really wanted me there. Doing that on campus was a
risky thrill. But I had survived the Lush in the restaurant so I probably
could sit in the stands and be buzzed without anybody noticing. I serviced
Elle for about 15 additional minutes. She had two orgasms. If she played
well tonight I would obviously take credit. :-)


I had just enough time to go get some food before heading over to the
gym. I stopped in the lady's room for a quick rub, although it really
wasn't necessary because I was already wet, and slid the Lush into
position. I tested it with my phone and it sprung to life. Then I turned it
off and left the safety of the stall. On my way into the gym I saw the
girls warming up. They all looked appetizing, especially the ones I'd
already had sex with, in their tight shorts and tops. As I was walking past
the bench, the coach, Mrs. Marcus, waved me over. I had met her before at
some event on campus. I think her first name was Kathy. But I didn't really
know her.


"Well, well, well," she said. "Professor Davis is in the house. What brings
you by?"


"Just trying to support the team," I told her. "I had a couple of your
girls in a class last semester."


"Have fun," she said with a smirk. I wondered if she knew what was about to
happen.


I climbed up the bleachers. I picked a spot a couple of rows from the top
and not near anybody else. I sat down with my legs spread a bit. Not enough
to expose my panties, but wide enough that when any of my girls looked up,
they might notice. When the team went back to the bench ready to start the
match, I heard my phone chirp and I got a notification that Elle was
requesting control of my Lush. Looking down at her I could tell she wasn't
holding her phone. I made a quick scan of the bleachers to see who might be
holding her phone and requesting to control me, but I didn't see any likely
candidates. I accepted the request and within seconds, the Lush came to
life, although at a low speed.


Whomever was controlling the Lush didn't want me to cum quickly. The speed
varied from time to time, but remained under 50% during the first game. The
match was a best of five games so I had a feeling I was in for a long slow
tease. As frustrating as that would be, I was glad having me cum in public
didn't seem to be the goal. We won the first game (yeah) and during the
second the speed of the Lush increased. It now seemed to be in a band
varying between 40 and 60 percent. Unfortunately we lost the second. The
speed of the Lush decreased back into a narrow, teasing, slow band,
probably 20-40 percent. Apparently the success of the team was being
channelled through my pussy. I suppose rooting harder for them was in
order.


Even though the speed was low, my arousal built steadily. Although I had
started with my legs spread, I soon closed them as I subconsciously started
rubbing my thighs together. I could feel my nipples stiffen, although
thankfully my bra would hide that fact. Actually the bra was protecting me
from trying to discreetly rub my nipples, so that was a bonus too.


The match had an ebb and flow where one team seemed to have the momentum
and then it would switch. Instead of the Lush changing after each game,
whoever was controlling it seemed to be speeding it up and slowing it down
based on who had the advantage at any particular moment. This change was
maddening. As you probably expect, by the time game five started I was
nearing a climax and my desire to be quiet had long since passed. I got up
and walked out of the gym. I had planned to go into the bathroom and finish
the job, but I saw a couple of girls go in ahead of me, so I diverted out
to my car. As I got there, the Lush turned on to full speed buckling my
knees. It also chirped that there was a message in the app.


"You should have joined us in the bathroom, slut," the message began. "We
will have to report that you came without permission. Enjoy yourself. It
may be the last time you cum for a while."


As I read that, I wanted to reply that I would be right back in. But the
need to cum was too strong and the Lush felt too good. I suppose I could
have stopped the remote control, but I would have just turned it back on
full speed anyway in my app. I sat in my car revelling in the ecstasy of
the vibrator stuffed inside of me and about 30 seconds later screamed in
complete release.


My breathing was ragged and my panties were soaked as I finally broke the
remote connection. I couldn't take any more. I needed a break. I sat alone
in the car for probably 15 minutes until my phone rang startling me from my
post-orgasmic stupor. It was Elle.


"You really did want to get punished, didn't you." she scolded me.


"No," I replied. "I just couldn't help it."


"Just get your ass back in here and meet me at the locker room door," she
said in a very angry tone. "Oh, take the Lush out and lick it clean first
and leave your panties in your car. I'm sure they are nasty by now."


It didn't know if being soaked through constituted nasty, but I did as she
commanded and then hurried back into the building. Glancing at the
scoreboard as I walked past the gym I saw we won the last game. Hopefully
that meant the girls would want to celebrate and not just punish me
somehow. Elle grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the locker room. I
noticed the other team was by one bank of lockers and our team was by
another. But Elle pulled me past the lockers, past the showers, around a
corner, down a hall and in front of a security cage where equipment was
kept. Somehow she had a key.


"Strip," she commanded. My body quivered, but I complied. Then she opened
the cage and pulled me inside.


"On your knees," she barked. I dropped to the floor. I then saw her opening
a non-descript box. I heard the rattle of the chains before I saw
them. Actually it was a single chain with two leather cuffs clipped to
it. She took off the cuffs and handed them to me. I didn't need to be told
to put them on. Elle, for her part, held one end of the chain and tossed
the other over the support beam at the top of the cage. She caught the
other end on its way back down. She then told me to lift my arms and my
cuffs were quickly secured stretching my arms tightly above my head. Then
she reached back into the box and blindfolded me.


"You be a good girl and keep quiet and the UIC team won't know you're
here. I'll be back after I shower."


I heard Elle walk away. I didn't hear her lock the cage. The reason became
obvious a few minutes later when an anonymous pussy was pressed against my
face. I had no choice but to lick it. I didn't have a desire not to lick it
either. I'd been thinking about Elle in the shower so my post orgasmic high
was still controlling my arousal.


The flavor was one I had not tasted before. I assumed it was another girl
on the team. I was quickly learning that every pussy has a slightly
different taste. All of them were great, at least so far, but all were
unique. After she came, she was replaced with another pussy for me to
service. I think this one was someone I had eaten before.


This went on through several more girls until I definitely recognized
Elle's flavor. It was then I felt my collar being clipped around my
neck. After she came, she removed the blindfold. She was smiling. "You've
done well team pet," she told me while she unclipped my wrists and allowed
me to pull my arms down. The lights were lower. I assumed everyone else I
pleasured had already left. Elle took my cuffs off and put them, the chain
and the blindfold back into the box. She then pulled out a leash. She
always seemed prepared. She also had a bag where she put my dress and
shoes.


"You have one more task for tonight," she told me. "Let's go."


She led me crawling out of the cage. I had to stop and wait for her while
she locked it again. I then crawled behind her, naked, through the locker
room. Thankfully the locker room appeared to have cleared out, although I
could picture the entire team hiding behind some lockers waiting for
me. Instead, I was led down another hallway and into a small office. I was
able to see the nameplate as Elle directed me in. "Coach Katie Marcus." I
was close when I thought her name was Kathy.


The office was empty. Elle told me to stand and then to bend over the
desk. She told me she would be right back and left me with my ass pointing
out the door. I didn't have to wait long for her to return. This time she
had rope instead of a chain and she quickly tied my wrists and ankles to
the four legs of the desk. I remembered what happened last time she tied me
spread wide and I started to get excited again. Actually I never stopped
being excited since the Lush was first turned on. Now I imagined her taking
me from behind with her strap-on. My ass was hanging over the edge enough
for her to easily take me.


Instead she started to spank me. She explained that I'd earned a punishment
because I'd cum without permission. Whether I couldn't help it or not was
irrelevant. Using her hand, she alternated slaps on each of my butt cheeks
and every ten spanks or so, she would rub my pussy and taunt me because of
how much juice was dripping from me. I was alternating yelps and moans
depending on how she was touching me and the sound was echoing off the
cinder block walls. It was humiliating to be spread this way, but that soon
became irrelevant as her fingering became more insistent. I wondered if she
would make me cum to end the night when I heard a yell from the doorway,
"What the fuck is going on?" I recognized the voice as Coach Marcus.


"Don't tell me you didn't notice the team's new pet sneaking out of the
last game to orgasm, did you?" Elle stated confidently.


"I did see that," Katie confirmed not sounding as upset as she did a moment
ago. "But did you have to use my desk? It will smell like pussy tomorrow."


That was not a phrase I was expecting. Of course a few weeks ago I would
not have imagined I would be in this position either.


"Shut up and eat her out," Elle said, this time with the authoritarian
voice I'd grown to love. I could turn my head just enough to see the coach
dropping to her knees and then felt two hands spreading my ass cheeks. A
tongue then licked the length of my slit.


"She's a wet one," the coach said, confirming what Elle and I already knew.


"Yes she is," Elle replied sounding a bit pissed that the coach stopped to
editorialize. "But she's earned this so get to work. I need to get home."


The coach went back to licking my pussy. The angle wasn't great since I was
face down, but her tongue was talented and she used her fingers on my
clit. There were times Elle wanted to prolong my agony and not let me
cum. Thankfully this was not one of those times. She let the coach rub me
quickly and with force. It wasn't long before I felt my orgasm building and
when it was near, I did the right thing and asked Elle for permission to
cum. I was surprised she didn't make me wait or count down from some
arbitrary number. Instead she just said, "Yes."


Katie gobbled up my cum as my butt twerked against her face. I wasn't the
best orgasm I had that night, but I wasn't complaining. I watched Elle
start to untie my left wrist, when Coach Katie asked if she could keep me
until I could make her cum.


"You know you're on probation, Pet Katie," Elle said. "If you're good, I'll
let you cum on the road trip."


"But that's two weeks away!" she whined.


"You had better watch your tone or you won't cum then either," Elle scolded
her.


"Yes, Mistress," Katie said, sounding defeated. I didn't question either of
them.


Elle let me put my dress back on, but I had to wear my collar as I walked
to my car and drove home. I had new instructions to wear it at home
whenever my husband was away. It felt so right to wear it to bed. It also
felt right to be in my bed naked. Now that I had her number, I texted Elle
and thanked her for a wonderful evening. A minute later a Facetime call
came through. I smiled as Elle looked back at me.


"Rub your pussy, slut. I want to watch you," she told me. It was another
command I didn't mind following. I held my phone to show whatever part of
my body she wanted to see, although mostly she wanted to see my face as it
contorted in pleasure. As I felt my arousal build, she reminded me not to
cum without permission. I remembered, but it was still hot for her to tell
me and assert her dominance over me. When I was panting and begging for
permission to cum, this time she made me wait. I could hear other girls
giggling in the background.


"Do you remember what Coach Slut Bunny called me tonight?" Elle asked
me. That was a new name I had not heard before. It made me wonder what the
girls called me when I was not around. I had to think for a moment but then
I remembered. "She called you Mistress," I said.


"Do you understand what that means?" she asked. Right then I was focusing
on how fast I could continue touching myself without cumming, but I managed
to say, "I think so."


"It means I control every part of her life. What she eats, how she dresses,
who she fucks, when she cums and even when she goes to the bathroom,
although I am lenient on that if she can't get in touch with me," Elle told
me. "She is my total submissive."


"I understand," I replied. "May I please cum now?"


"May I please cum now, what?" she repeated back to me. The steely look was
back in her eyes.


It took me a few moments to grasp what she was asking and a few more for me
to make the decision that she already knew I would make.


"May I please cum now, Mistress?" I replied in a begging tone.


"You understand I will own that sluttly little pussy you're playing with,
right?" she said.


"Yes, Mistress," I cried out. "Please let me cum!"


"I'll own your ass too," she said calmly. "We'll start training you so
you'll love getting your backdoor split wide open."


I felt waves of orgasm began to crest over me as she told me she would take
my ass. She continued with other tasks I'd be required to perform. Each one
brought my mind deeper under her control even though I didn't understand
what all of them were. It didn't matter. I could learn. Finally when I
screamed, "Yes, Mistress. I'll do anything for you!!!" did she give me
permission to cum. Later I would think back to how I had said the same
thing the night she picked me up. Little did I know then where that would
lead and how much more the phrase meant to me now. In the moment though,
all I could think about was cumming and when I exploded, solidifying Elle's
position as my Mistress, I could hear the other people in her room
applaud. No doubt I would be serving them too. Now I just had to stay off
probation. I couldn't handle it if Elle stopped making me cum.


Midlife Crisis - Chapter 05


In the two weeks since I officially became Elle submissive and she
officially became my Mistress, I think I've turned into a
nymphomaniac. That's not to say I didn't love sex before my new position as
volleyball team pet, but since then sex is all I can think about and if I
don't cum at least a couple of times per day, I start feeling sick. My
husband has certainly benefited from my new attitude, when he is home, and
Elle gave me permission to cum with him if he is up to the
challenge. Usually he's not and I have to fake one to help get him off, but
my team building exercises, even when he is in town, make up for it..


Not a weekday goes by that I'm not eating pussy in my office, Katie's
office or in the locker room. Most of the girls are nice enough to
reciprocate (Elle has given them the authority to allow me to cum) but if
they don't, Elle is usually available by phone or Facetime to give me
permission when I masturbate, provided I'm willing to humiliate myself to
appease her whims. I feel like a whore sitting in my office with my feet on
my desk and a dildo or vibe buried in my pussy, but I can't help
myself. I've even taken up jogging on Saturday and Sunday as an excuse to
get out of the house alone. But the only place I run is to the apartments
or dorms of the players. I can't stay long, but I get my pussy juice fix
and hopefully get to cum myself before I have to run home.


Of course when my husband is out of town, all bets are off. Then the girls
and sometimes Coach Katie come to my place for a wild sex fueled
party. I've been tied to my bed and gangbanged, forced to eat all the girls
multiple times while teased with the Lush until I'm out of my mind and even
put on a sex show with coach while the girls watched and made fun of
us. But the most wild party occurred on a team trip to the University of
Illinois in Champaign for a tournament. It meant three nights away from
home without supervision. Well technically I was supposed to be a chaperone
along with Katie, but except when she was coaching during a game, Elle and
the girls were definitely in charge. I was in the stands cheering but also
having my pussy vibrated with the Lush. Elle would start a pattern meant to
tease me just before the game started and because it was a tournament, I
would be sitting in close proximity to a lot of people. I had to pretend to
be supporting my team when all I wanted to do was masturbate and scream in
orgasm.


Locker room play wasn't really an option, but on the bus certainly was and
it started during the three hour ride down to U of I. I expected as much
when Elle told me to wear a short dress without panties or a bra for the
ride. The school sprung for a tour bus at coach's insistence. That was nice
and comfortable even though with only twelve players plus Katie and I, we
hardly filled it. We kind of felt like rock stars. The girls each took
their own row, usually with at least one or two rows between them. The
driver probably thought they were just watching movies on their tablets,
but I knew it was just so they could have some privacy with each other,
Katie and I.


Like I said it was a three hour ride. The first hour found Katie and I
sharing the front seat and each with our synchronized Lush getting us
warmed up. Without panties it was a challenge to keep my thighs squeezed
tight enough to keep it from sliding out. The Lush certainly was not
necessary to turn us on and make us do whatever Elle wanted. She just
thought it was fun for us to try to hide our arousal from the bus
driver. Fortunately he was a professional and kept his eyes on the road.


Eventually we both got a text telling us to work our way to the back of the
bus. We each took a side. When we would reach one of the girls' rows, we
would sit down with her. What happened next was up to her. Sometimes she
would want to be fingered or finger me, sometimes she wanted to make out,
some wanted me to kneel on the floor and pleasure her and some wanted a
combination of everything. When she was satisfied, I moved on to the next
occupied row. Katie was doing the same.


I didn't get a spanking because it would make too much noise, but my
nipples did get pinched so hard I almost screamed. I wasn't allowed to cum
and looking at Katie's face, I'm pretty sure she didn't either.


I was the first to reach the last row where Elle and Samantha had each
taken a side. Samantha was on my side. I didn't realize that when I
originally picked which side to service. But as I looked into her row, I
noticed she was wearing a strap-on. That brought a smile to my face. Then I
looked at Elle and saw that she was similarly equipped. Samantha indicated
I should face forward. As I moved between her legs, I felt her lifting my
dress and pulling out the Lush. Then she took hold of my hips and guided me
down.


Having been denied an orgasm for over two hours at this point, it felt
wonderful to have her cock fill my pussy. I wanted to ride it like a mad
woman, but her hands on my hips indicated I should take it slow. Also not
distracting the bus driver was a good choice. It was the typical tease the
girls sometimes subjected me to as I was only allowed to lift myself a
couple of inches and then bury it back deep inside of me. I did my best to
squeeze the dildo like I had squeezed the Lush in an effort to get more
pleasure from the slow, slow fuck I was receiving. It didn't help
much. Samantha was intent on teasing me.


I looked to Katie, who was similarly impaled by Elle. She was getting a
more proper fucking. Katie was squating, leaning against the seat back in
front of her, while Elle was thrusting her hips driving the dildo into
her. I was jealous. I wished we could switch places. But that was not to
be. I couldn't tell if Katie managed a silent orgasm, but I know I did
not. When we pulled into the outskirts of town, Samantha helped me
dismount. I then sat next to her and gave her head to clean off the faux
cock. When I was done I asked Sam if she intended to give me a proper
fucking later. She snickered and said, "If you're a good girl." I took that
to mean yes.


She then had me reinsert the Lush, now even more difficult to hold inside
of me without panties, and turned it on low. I assumed Katie was in the
same condition as we walked into the hotel.


It wasn't a fancy place, but our requirement of having eight rooms meant we
pretty much took half of one wing of the third floor. I hoped there
wouldn't be many other occupied rooms as we might be a bit loud at night
:-)


It turned out we had four rooms on each side of the hall at the end of the
wing. Katie and I took the last room on each side. These had a king size
bed and were mini-suites. They had a sitting area with a couch, a
kitchenette and a small dining table. The girls had standard two-queen bed
hotel rooms. I assumed the bigger rooms would be designated the sex
rooms. In my mind, it was good they were at the end of the hall.


As I was unpacking, Sam came to my room. She told me the plan was to go out
to a team dinner (I'd be wearing the Lush of course) and then we would come
back to the hotel. She had a sly smile on her face when saying that part.


The plan continued that tonight, I would make myself available to girls
whose rooms were on this side of the hallway. They could choose to play
with me individually, as roommates or whatever combination they chose. I
started doing the math in my head. Getting six girls off was at least two
hours. Each of them getting me off, if they were so kind, meant lots of
orgasms. Yeah. Then I started thinking of the possible combinations of two,
three, four or more. I was likely going to be sore and tired tomorrow. At
least the first game wasn't until 11am so the girls could get some rest.


Katie and I both wore our Lush at dinner. As you can imagine, both of us
were just teased and not allowed to cum. Clearly the team wanted us primed
for our activities at the hotel. Honestly I don't even remember a lot of
the details. It was pretty much a lust fueled blur. I was brought back to
my room and stripped. My hands were then bound behind my back and the Lush
was removed. The pillows from my bed were put on the floor and I was told
to kneel on them and bend forward over the mattress.


Kaylee, a cute freshman, somehow had the honor of going first. She sat on
the mattress and spread her legs so I could eat her. Suzy (apparently her
roommate for the weekend) stayed and inspired me to do a good job on Kaylee
by spanking me. That was pretty much how the first hour went. I'd be eating
one girl while another was either spanking me, fingering me, teasing me
with a vibrator or fucking me with a dildo. Of course, she was always
careful not to let me cum. The girls were pretty sadistic about that and
all seemed to be experts at edging me. I was desperate for an orgasm, but
denied until they all came first. Actually several of them took a second
turn riding my tongue before I was granted my most fervent desire. Even
that didn't come as I expected, although I was glad they didn't make it
easy.


My wrists were finally released, thankfully because my arms were as sore as
my butt. I was told to rest for a couple of minutes while Carey went and
gathered the other girls I was responsible for that night. When they all
returned, I was given a butt plug, a bottle of lube and told to insert
it. They all watched as I greased up my ass. Even though I had already made
them all cum at least once, it was embarrassing because they all knew how
much I needed to orgasm and that I was willing to do anything. I pictured
myself pulling a train and having them all fuck my ass.


Instead, once I was stuffed, I watched as they pulled the blanket off the
bed. The pillows were placed back at the headboard. I was then told to lay
on my back with my head off the edge of the foot of the bed. I was sure I'd
be eating college pussy again. I was 100% OK with that.


Instead I was instructed to spread my legs as wide as I could and to hold
my arms out to the side. Two of my young charges then knelt on the bed on
either side of me and started licking my nipples. Yeah! It was time for
some pleasure.


I couldn't see who first touched my clit with a vibrator. I didn't really
care either. I could only look forward and upside down. My vision was right
at the cell phone recording what was happening. It might not see what was
happening to my pussy, but it would capture any facial expressions I had as
a result.


Whomever controlled the vibrator touched the tip to the butt plug. That
brought an immediate moan from my lips. Then a second vibrator was slipped
into my pussy. That brought an involuntary upward thrust of my hips. That
vibrator turned out to be a curved rabbit stimulating both my clit and
g-spot. I'd never squirted before, but with five points of stimulation, I
was hoping that was what the girls intended. At a minimum, if they allowed
it, I was going to have a whopper of a climax.


As my arousal built, easy for them to notice since I was continually
moaning and thrashing around, the girls taunted me about what a horny old
slut I was and how I would do anything for them. Other than the word old, I
agreed with them. They made fun of me for being the age of their moms. That
was true too, but I bet their moms would never do what I did for them.


I'm sure you will all be shocked that when I began to beg for permission to
cum, I didn't get it. In fact, Suzy knelt down, took the back of my head in
her hand and started forcefully making out with me. Somebody commented that
it was good to shut me up because I was moaning too loudly. My mind was
spinning. I was lost to reality. Eventually all the stimulation was too
much for me. Although I was fighting not to cum, I suddenly had an enormous
pressure in my belly and I felt like I was going to pee. I tried to break
free of Suzy's lips to ask them to stop, when my orgasm struck.


As my body started to quiver, in an obviously coordinated effort, Suzy
broke her kiss, but remained holding my head tight. She implored me to,
"Let it go," while the girl with the rabbit pulled it out and began rubbing
her hand back and forth violently over my clit. Technically I didn't get
permission to cum, but there was no stopping my body from
reacting. Reacting with a gush. It was the first time I squirted. Suzy
lifted my head enough for me to see a stream shooting out of my pussy
looking like a lawn sprinkler. My body convulsed as the orgasm consumed
me. I'm sure the girls on vibrator detail got a little bit of splash, but
most of it sprayed my pillows and the headboard. I didn't think of it at
the time, but later when I finally crawled back in bed to sleep, I was
laying in my own cum puddle.


Well not just my own cum puddle. It turns out a couple of the girls also
knew how to ride the rabbit just right to make themselves squirt. They spun
me around so I was laying on the wet pillows and rode my face until they
got close. Then they knelt on my shoulders holding me down while they used
the rabbit on themselves. I was doused worse than any facial I had ever
received. But it was amazing. For the finale of the night, earlier than I
expected although I was happy because I was pretty well spent, I was
collared and led crawling across the hall to Katie's room. It didn't even
register to me that I was naked in the hallway. I must have looked like I'd
drowned and I was still wearing the plug.


Katie looked about as used as me. Elle was the only player with her and the
girls who had brought me over quickly departed. I knelt near the bed
awaiting instructions. Elle didn't make me wait long and explained that
Katie and I were to receive our rewards for being such good girls. The
reward? Elle put on a strap-on, pulled the plugs out of both our asses and
fucked the hell out of us.


Katie and I knelt next to each other on her bed. "Heads down and asses up,"
as Elle commanded while she took turns fucking us. She started with Katie,
fast and furious for about a minute. Then she moved behind me and repeated
the process. I kind of thought I was cummed out after my squirt, but it
turns out, being ass fucked by your Mistress while next to your sister
slave was pretty exciting. Elle even let us reach between our legs and
finger our clits. There was no teasing involved and we were both given
permission to cum whenever we could.


For me, that meant only one more orgasm, although it was good. For Katie, I
think that meant three. Whatever the number, when I crawled back to my
room, my ass now gaping, and lay my head on my still wet pillows, I felt
wasted. I was done for the night. I quickly passed out and I dreamed of
what might happen tomorrow.


Nights two and three were much like night one, although night three went
later because there were no games the next day and was basically a two room
orgy. Night two saw Katie and I switch which girls we serviced. I was very
pleased to have Elle directing the action and she made sure I was
righteously fucked in both my pussy and ass. One big change on night two,
was the addition of the hotel manager to our party. Apparently my trip
crawling naked across the hall was noticed on the security camera. The
manager was a woman about my age and agreed to keep her mouth shut in
exchange for the services of my tongue and I imagine Katie's as well.


The bus ride home included more play time, but not as much as the ride
there. I think everyone was pretty much partied out. I was definitely
looking forward to the next out of town tournament.


The End