In the last chapter of Next Door I related how I became Mistress to the college freshman who lived next door. I will start this chapter with the last few sentences of the last chapter:
I soon unleashed multiples into Susan’s eager mouth. Susan kissed my vagina as I calmed. As I had informed my boyfriend, now I was content. I pulled the dildo out of Susan’s pussy and untied her.
“That was so sexy. Tying me and sitting on me and fucking me while you talked to your boyfriend. And your toes in my pussy. Then in my mouth. And finishing in my mouth after you were with your boyfriend. It just doesn’t get any sexier!”
“It was very sexy,” I agreed.
“I want to do that again. Especially when your boyfriend is on the phone with you.”
“We will,” I promised.
And we did.
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Weeks passed. At my behest, we frequented the Italian restaurant where we had first met Anthony. We always saw him there with his friend. I suspect he had become a regular in hopes of seeing Susan there again. Ignoring Susan’s protests, I invited him and his friend to dine with us. They were great dinner mates and Susan had warmed to Anthony.
I soon ordered Susan to date Anthony. She did and after some time she became intimate with him. She shared the details of their intimacy with me.
“I don’t have a lot of experience with guys. I’m not sure if I satisfy him,” she confided one night.
“Does he finish?”
“Always.”
“That’s a good start. Why the uncertainty about his satisfaction?”
“I don’t know. It just seems it should be more exciting. It pales in comparison to what we share.”
“Then spice it up.”
“How?”
“Different positions. Be creative. Make sure he sees the act. Put on a show.”
“A show?”
“Yes. Take charge. Get on top. Cowgirl. He’ll see your boobs bounce. Guys like that. Then reverse cowgirl. Then push your pussy back into his face while you take him in your mouth deep. Then reinsert him and repeat.”
“I don’t know if I can do all that. I don’t know how.”
“Then I’ll show you how. Invite him here on Saturday afternoon. We’ll have a tutoring session.”
“That’s a good idea. You can teach me some things.”
“You can watch us first and then do what we do. There’s a saying: ‘Be a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.’ You want to snare Anthony. Use feminine guile and sex to get him. Even if the relationship doesn’t work out, he’ll never forget your name.”
Susan smiled.
“Just don’t let on to our relationship. No calling me Mistress. We’re just two horny girls.”
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We invited Anthony for lunch on Saturday afternoon. I flirted with him openly and after eating we lured him to the bedroom. We freed his erect penis and shared equitably. I undressed Susan and had her undress me. We teased Anthony for a while before I pulled him on top of me. He entered easily. Susan sat watching.
“Come join us, Susan,” I said as I took her hand. I pulled her in and kissed her. I whispered in her ear, “Lick my clit.”
Susan put her cute face in our lovemaking and exposed my clit. She gave me some tender kisses and licks while her boyfriend filled me with his young cock. He alternated a few times, withdrawing from me and pushing into Susan’s mouth. Then he would plunge back into me again. Susan remained on site, affectionately loving my clitoris.
I decided we would change positions. I lay Susan down on her back and then straddled her in the sixty-nine position. I had Anthony enter me from behind and we made love on Susan’s face. I tickled her clitoris and brought her to a quick orgasm. Again Anthony alternated between my pussy and Susan’s mouth. Suddenly he izmit escort pulled me by my hips tightly and kept himself pressed firmly inside me. His young penis throbbed robustly, filling me with his semen.
He pulled out still erect. I wasn’t about to let him get away with just one orgasm. I put him on his back and rode cowgirl, leaning on his pecs with my feet hooked on his thighs. I then reversed. I leaned on his ankles and held his head between my feet. This time we finished together. I pressed my pelvis into his orgasm, enveloping every millimeter of his throbbing erection, holding his testicles while he drained. As the pulsations receded, Anthony turned his head and gave each of my feet a kiss. I dismounted and Susan cleaned us up with a tongue bath.
Anthony recovered in surprisingly little time. It was now Susan’s turn. She proved to be a good student. She mimicked what I had done for the most part. On the reverse cowgirl she heeded what I had said and pushed her pussy into his mouth while she took him orally. She cupped and lifted his balls as she did. She surprised me with her ability to take him to the hilt and hold him there. She reinserted him into her vagina and elicited one more orgasm from him. He was spent. We cuddled in the afterglow.
“Anthony, we must insist you keep our fun in the strictest confidence,” I said, while I caressed his testicles.
“Don’t tell anyone,” Susan added. “No bragging to your friends. If I get any inkling that you’re boasting and dishonoring Diana and me, we’re through. No more Saturday afternoons.”
“I won’t tell. I swear!” Anthony cried.
“Good. Don’t,” Susan ordered.
We got dressed and Anthony and Susan left. My phone rang. It was my boyfriend.
“I called before. You didn’t answer.”
“I was in bed.”
“You never nap during the day. Are you sick?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Then why were you in bed?”
I never lie to my boyfriend. “I was with my girlfriend.”
“Oh, that again? You’re funny.”
I remained silent.
“Just you two?”
“No. We invited her boyfriend.”
“You have a vivid imagination. So tell me, what did the three of you do?”
“My girlfriend doesn’t have much experience with guys. So I demonstrated how to satisfy him.”
“And how did you do that?”
“I first had him take me missionary style, then doggie, and finally cowgirl. Seeing how that brought the desired result, my girlfriend did the same. She’s a quick learner.”
“Nice fantasy.”
Again I remained silent.
“So when will you get here?”
“I don’t think tonight would be a good night for me to come over.”
“Why not?”
I was tired from my activities with Susan and Anthony and I thought it would be best to avoid intimacy with my boyfriend that same day. And I was sore from making love with Anthony.
“I’m a little tired.”
“You always spend Saturday night with me. Come over and I’ll make you feel better.”
I weakened and allowed him to talk me into it.
“Alright, I just need to take a shower and I’ll be over after that.”
“Can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too.” I showered, packed my overnight bag, and drove to his house.
He practically ambushed me at his front door. He soon had me on his bed where he proceeded to undress me.
“I know just what you need. Leave everything to me,” he ordered. He had me naked in no time and went straight for my vagina.
“That’s not a good idea right now,” I pleaded. Anthony had finished inside me only a few hours before.
“It’s a great idea,” he insisted.
“Please don’t…”
It was too late; his tongue was deep inside. After several licks he started sucking my juices and, unknown to him, Anthony’s emissions too.
“You taste great, as always. Don’t you feel better already?”
“You izmit anal yapan escort don’t know how that makes me feel,” I said as he swabbed my pussy by sucking it lustily. I was referring to my guilt that he was sucking another guy’s semen out of me. He inferred differently.
“You see? I know what’s best. You just relax,” he said into my vagina.
So I did. It was erotic to have a man’s loving kisses assuage my soreness caused by making love with another man. Normally I had Susan do that. This was nicer. It brought me to orgasm.
He then mounted me and inserted himself. He quickly finished and rolled off me.
“Feel better now?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you for the loving attention.”
“My pleasure.”
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As per Susan’s request I had my afternoon delight with my boyfriend before returning home to her. We shared our girl time with its usual activities of her submitting to me while I ravaged her gorgeous body and face. We cuddled in the afterglow.
“How did I do yesterday?” Susan asked.
“You did great. You learn quickly.”
“I have a great teacher.” She hesitated. “It was your first session with Anthony and you had him kissing your feet,” she added with a hint of jealousy.
“That’s what I’m talking about. You please a guy to the extent that he adores you.”
“I think he does.”
I ignored the innuendo.
“But he’s your man, not mine. It’s your job to make him adore you. I just teach you how.”
Her jealousy was placated.
“So it’s a date next Saturday?” she asked.
“It’s a date every Saturday.”
We kept our trysts going. I trained Susan by example to make Anthony finish in her mouth and then audibly swallow. “Your deep throat technique is perfect. Make him finish when you want him to by tickling his balls. A guy loves having his woman take charge of his orgasms,” I instructed.
“You have perfect tits, Susan,” I continued. “Use them. Have Anthony titty fuck you and have him squirt on your face. Guys love doing that. It appeals to their inner Neanderthal by giving them a sense of conquering.”
“I don’t want a guy squirting on my face,” she protested.
“Do it anyway. Women use sex to trap a guy. We allow a guy to think he’s in charge until we have him under our thumb. That’s one of the tactics we use.”
“I won’t.”
I angered at her insolence.
“I’m your Mistress, Susan,” I reminded her sharply. “You will not defy me.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress Diana.”
I glared at her and then continued. “When Anthony is in the missionary position you will invite him to withdraw and place his erection between your tits. You will squeeze your tits together and have him fuck them. You will then have him reenter your pussy. Squeeze your tits again to invite him back up. He’ll take the bait. You’ll titty fuck Anthony until he squirts on your face. Make sure some gets in your beautiful hair. Rub his semen on your cheekbones, smiling and thanking him as you do. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Now what are you going to do next Saturday?”
I’m going to have Anthony alternate between my pussy and my boobs and then cause him to orgasm. As he does I’ll hold his erection and point it at my hair and face. Once he’s done I will rub his semen into my face with a smile and thank him for squirting on my face.”
“Good girl. Then take his cock in your mouth and give it some kisses. Pat his penis and tell it ‘Good boy.'”
“I will do everything you’ve told me to do, Mistress.”
“That’s better. Everything I advise is for your benefit. Don’t refuse my advice.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”
Susan heeded everything I taught and soon had izmit yabancı escort Anthony wrapped around her finger.
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Our Saturday afternoon three-ways were followed by spending Saturday nights with my boyfriend. I had tried to hold him off from cunnilingus but he always insisted. So I let him have his way. One Saturday morning he called with plans for that afternoon.
“Sorry, I can’t. I already have a commitment this afternoon.” I didn’t want to elaborate.
“What commitment?”
“It’s a private affair.”
“What do mean by that?”
“I mean it’s private.”
“Are you seeing someone else?”
I never lie to my boyfriend. “Well, yes.”
“Who is he?”
“It’s a she.”
“You have a girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“You have sex with her?”
“Yes.”
“Is she a lesbian?”
“She’s bisexual. She had very little experience with guys. I mentored her on how to make love with her boyfriend.”
“How did you mentor her?”
“By demonstrating.”
“With her boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“How long has this been going on?”
“Every Saturday afternoon for the past months.”
“Why haven’t you told me?”
“I have told you.”
“What do you mean you have told me?”
“I’ve told you twice. You’ve called around the time of our instructional sessions and I told you I was in bed.”
The memory came back to him. “You were serious?” he gasped.
“I’ve never lied to you.”
There was a long pause. “You’ve been having sex with her boyfriend?” he asked, still incredulous.
“Yes.”
“What kind of sex?” he asked, still hoping for leniency.
“All kinds.”
He hesitated. “Did he come in your mouth?”
“Of course he did. You know how I love that.”
There was another long pause. “Did this guy come inside you?” he asked with a slight tremble in his voice.
“Always.”
He emitted a guttural sound, the sound a person makes just before vomiting.
“How could you do that to me?”
“I tried to explain Saturday nights weren’t good for me. You insisted I come over. I told you not to perform cunnilingus. You didn’t listen.”
“I didn’t know. “Why couldn’t you be true?” He started sobbing.
“True? We’ve dated for over a year. You haven’t given me a ring. You’ve never once mentioned the word ‘marriage’. You just want to play. And you demand fidelity? I’m a free woman. And you need to grow up.”
“We’re through, Diana. GOODBYE!” were his teary last words.
“Goodbye.” I rang off.
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It didn’t matter. Inspired by Susan’s grades, I had gone back to school to pursue a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. For several weeks I had been seeing one of my professors, who is almost exactly my age, after weeknight classes. With him I act the total ingenue. I acted ashamed when I fibbed to him that I had little experience with guys. I convinced him that my friskiness in bed was inspired by his sexiness. We are engaged to be married.
Anthony and Susan make a perfect couple and I see a bright future for them. I only hope she remains local after she graduates.
“So am I still your Mistress?” I asked her.
“You always will be.”
“Is Anthony your master?”
“My master? I wear the pants in our relationship. I control our sex life. He does what I say or he gets demoted to nothing more than a cock with a guy on the other end,” she growled.
This was a side of Susan I would never have guessed she had. She yields to my every whim; with her boyfriend she’s an assertive bitch.
I still enjoy my fun. Friday nights I’m a Mistress. Susan needs to submit to me and I satisfy her by using her as a sex toy. Her orgasms are healthy and her cute moans sound sweet. On Saturday afternoons we entertain Anthony. Saturday nights and Sunday are for my fiance’. Of course he knows nothing of my status as a Mistress to a young girl or my Saturday afternoon extracurricular activities. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.