Spoiled

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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I see that smug look on your face. That satisfied, contented look. I don’t like it. You’re far too comfortable, too complacent. I’ve been spoiling you. I’ve been thinking and I think it’s time to wipe that smug look off your face. So I’ve given you a task and, before you start to protest and complain, remember what you said. Remember how much you say you love me how you’d do “anything” for me. Well, now it’s time. I’m horny. Find me someone to fuck. Yes, you heard me, and not only am I going to fuck him but you’re going to watch. Watch. Listen. Sniff. Yes, I know you haven’t had release for six weeks now, I know you’ve been teased and denied to the point of frenzy, but I thought you liked that. Don’t you? I thought that’s why you look the way you do. In any case, you have your task and I watch with the greatest of pleasure as you walk through the door like a miserable schoolboy on the first day of term.

While you’re gone, I wonder who you’ll bring back for me and the thought makes me moist. I press my fingers against what you like to call “the forbidden zone” and smile to myself. Oh yes, my pet, forbidden to you but not to whoever you bring home. I can see you now, in some bar perhaps, trying to pick out some stranger. How good looking, how tall, how young should he be? You’ll be torn, won’t you? I know that you’d really like to bring home some grotesque monster as a sort of revenge, but I also know that you wouldn’t dare.

The hours pass and I hear your key in the door. I stand and turn to face the doorway so that as you enter, you see me standing there – naked except for my stiletto-heeled thigh boots. The black leather ones you had hand-made for me. The ones that cost all that money. They were worth it though, weren’t they? I laugh out loud at the look on your face. Part lust at the sight of me and part shame, because you’re alone. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to do it – I knew you’d fail! Fortunately, we have a visitor…” Right on cue he enters the room. Tall, handsome, beautifully built and, yes, very familiar. Also very naked! “What are you doing here?” you stammer out what is surely the most stupid question in the world. What do you THINK he’s doing here? He’s naked. He’s beautiful. His huge cock is fully erect. What do you THINK he’s doing here? I laugh again, “Well my little pet, I knew you wouldn’t be able to bring home a stranger, so I decided to help you out a bit, and thought that perhaps your best friend might be a better choice after all.” What thoughts are racing through your head now? First of all has to be the size of his cock – you’ve always envied that, haven’t you? Not to mention the evidence of all that time he spends in the gym and when he’s not at the gym he’s out with beautiful women. He’s the guy you always wanted to be. He has the car you always wanted, the job you always wanted and always got the girls you wanted. But surely, he’s your best friend, he wouldn’t actually do this, would he? His erect penis suggests otherwise. I reach out my hand for this and stroke it firmly. “You may kneel” I tell you. And of course you do. You kneel there and watch as I stroke this magnificent cock, your own less than impressive specimen stirring in your pants. “Now then, my pet, I WAS going to ask you what you’d most like to do to me if you were given the opportunity, but I don’t think I really have to ask, do I?” And I’m right. You’d love to fuck me, wouldn’t you? But how long has it been now? A long time, and even then I ruined your orgasm didn’t I? Your best friend is touching me now. Stroking and squeezing my breasts and you see my nipples respond – hardening and swelling. He slides one hand down to that place you’re rarely even allowed to see, let alone touch, and begins to caress me in a way you’ve only dreamed of. I lean forward and whisper in your friend’s ear. You can’t hear what I’m saying and your mind imagines the worst. What words, what endearments, what warm tones am I pouring into his mind? You groan aloud. Your friend also groans – but in a different way. You can’t look away as you see his cock throb and twitch in my hand and watch as he spurts great gobs of semen onto my beautiful boots. You watch the hot, sticky mess run down the soft leather. “Well then,” I say “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, my little pet can clean up the mess and we can get down to what you’re here for.” You look at me beseechingly but see no mercy in my cruel eyes. You take a deep breath and bend your head towards the boot.

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