I stepped through the gate with my eyes down cast. How stupid could I be? She was still laughing at me. I could feel my face burning.
"I never knew those rumors about black guys having bigger cocks was true, until I saw that little penis you've got," she said. "It was like watching a twelve year old jerk off."
I climbed the stairs onto her deck, and she stood laughing at me.
"What is your wife gonna say when I tell her?"
"My..my wife?" I muttered. "Please don't tell my wife."
"You don't want your poor little wife to know that you are a dirty pervert?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well, I'm not such a bad girl. Maybe we can work something out, huh? Sit down and lets talk about it."
I looked from her to the chair to her large, bare breasts and my face blushed darker.
"I said sit down now!" she snapped. I did as she said. I wasn't used to being talked to like that, and I could feel it making my cock stir again. She notice me trying to cover my crotch and she laughed again. "Relax, its gonna be okay. We can make a deal, and I wont tell your wife."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I'm gonna have to lay down a few ground rules first. One, from this day forward I own you and that little cock of yours. If I call, you come running, even if you're balls deep in that skinny little wife of yours. Just make up a lie and get your ass over here. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand, but.."
"Say yes mistress."
"Yes mistress," I said.
"Very good. From this point on, if we agree, you will do whatever I tell you to when I tell you to or I will tell your wife about what you did. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, I think this might just work out, don't you?" she asked. "From this moment on you will call me Mistress Shantel or Mistress. Do we have a deal or do I call your wife?"
I was horrified. Our sex life might be too bland for me, but I do love my wife. What can I do? |