“I decided that night to never again hide her. I had release her and hope he would not judge me or run from me. I had to force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside and played the homely wife. Never again after tonight.” - Dirty Dana
“Help! Somebody help me!” Michael’s breathing was deep and full of the unknown. His breathing was laced with fear. He struggled against the restraints that were secured around his wrist and ankles bounding him to what seemed to be a chair. The blind fold was tight around his eyes; he could only see the extremely dim lighting of what seemed to be the fireplace.
“Help! Why the hell am I naked! What the…” Michael’s baritone voice.
“Michael..Michael…”
“Who’s there? Who are you?” Michael questioned.
“Calm down Michael. It is ok baby. I need you to just relax.”
The click-clack of her heels neared from behind. Michael’s head swiveled to follow and find the direction from where the approaching heels were coming.
The voice echoed carrying into the room. Her near-naked body was laced only with a silk white robe and black high heels. Slowly she dropped the robe as if he could see her. Slowly she admired her rising nipples one by one. The slurping sound could be heard and she savored her own plump nipple that sagged slightly back into place each time and moaned. She traced her nails across his head slowly, palmed his cheeks and then slowly dragged her nails down his neck and chest, then caressed his still half hard dick that pulsated.
“I had to do it this way. I want…. and need you to understand me.” The woman stated as she licked her lips and freed her jet black silk mane that flow effortless to the middle of her back. Her coal black skin defied midnight and glimmered with oiled curves.
“Kara is that you? What the…what is this shit?” The curiosity rose in his nervous voice. “Why the hell am I tied up and naked in a damn chair? Where am I? What is this about? You better…”
The slap paused him mid-speech knocking the rest of the sentence and thought from his head. She gripped his cheeks to listen
“You are in my world. Do you understand? This is about me, baby. I have to give or should I say show you someone. Now, you need to be a good boy, you might like her, maybe not. Frankly she doesn’t give a fuck.”
She was leaning in his ear. Her voice was different; intense, controlling, and seductive. She took her tongue bringing his ear lobe into her mouth.
“Show me who? What’s wrong with you? You need talk to me, Kara.”
The crackling fire was the only sound filling the room. Her nipples were hard. The occasional caressing sensation only erected them more. The slick nectar would cool on her inner thighs as she moved around him. Her heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floors.
There was momentary silence. Kara slowly straddled her husband’s legs and began to massage her clit slowly. Moaning she took the wetness, traced his lips once more and took her finger and sucked the remaining juices into her throat savoring her taste. He licked his lips and she slapped his face hard. It echoed throughout the room.
“What in the hell was that for? Shit.” Michael steamed and fought against his restraints. He bucked his hips to no avail.
“Awww you don’t like it. Or should I say her.” Kara snickered, gripping his face with her left hand and his warm manhood in her right… enough to take control. “She gets better you’ll see.”
She dragged the flat of her tongue across his cheeks and kissed him deep forcefully dancing her tongue into his mouth. The kiss calmed him momentarily. The confusion and shock seemed to take his body. Kara caressed his now hard manhood with her hand stroking it.
“Yes, relax this is will be painless. Unless you make it otherwise.”
“You… you not going to hurt me are you…baby?” his anxiety stricken voiced asked.
An evil grin surfaced over Kara’s face as she stared at her helpless lover. Her pussy pulsated at the power she had imposed on his six foot four Adonis-like brownish bronze frame. Ignoring his plea, she released his face. Bending down, animalistic she snarled as she took him in whole, her tongue against the flat of his scrotum and slurped up. She drooled and slurped leaving the tip of his dick with a plop from her lips as she moaned. Again she straddled him looking down at her saliva drenched work. Michael stared up at her with the blind-fold like he could see.
“You don’t even like doing that.”
“I don’t but she does. You just never let me do it her way.” Kara said massaging her clit and tasting herself. Her hips moved and vibrated as she got louder.
“I hid her.” She moaned, removing her hand and sucked her fingers clean. “I kept her away from you.” She moaned and sopped her fingers hungrily again.
“Hid who? Who baby?”
“I hid her all this time, thinking you would…” Kara screamed and moaned.
“What the hell? What is that?”
“It’s her. It’s all her!” she screamed and groaned out.
The hot fluid spewed across Michael’s chest, spackling his face, running down his legs. He could feel her vibrating body as she screamed and release the warm fluid all over him again.
“What the…is that piss? This is crazy!”
Slap
“Don’t fucking judge me.”
The stinging reverberated as he spoke shutting his words off mid-sentence again.
“Don’t ever judge us again. No, that was her. Talking to you, saying everything I have always wanted to and held back.”
Kara’s legs collapsed and sat straddling her husband. She gripped his head and shook him.
“I love you. She loves you. But you have to learn to let us be…and love us.”
She pressed her breast against his wet chest. Michael manhood was throbbing, his mind was perplexed.
She gripped his fever-pitch rigid dick and, with her other hand, she traced his lips with her juices. She stared into his eyes with false impunity. She kissed him deep working her tongue in her husband’s mouth deeply moaning. He wanted to retreat, but he was completely consumed by the event taking place that moment. Her actions and words had complete control over him. He wanted answers.
Kara descended to her knees and pulled Michael’s hips to the edge of the chair. She gazed at him while doing so.
“You will enjoy this maybe” She smirked.
Kara stared at Michael’s dick licking her lips. He stared wondering what was to come next. He was quiet. He was tamed. Kara took his hard dick deep in her throat winding her neck ever so slowing enjoying it in muffled moans. She stayed down deep on his dick working her tongue against the base of his shaft and upper portion of his balls. Her mouth watered releasing her saliva from the corners of mouth. She took her free hand and began massaging his hardened prostate with her fingers. Finally, she pulled her head up gasping in enjoyment and without warning she slid down again.
“Oh Shit” slipped from Michael’s lips again.
Her fingers moved up and down against his prostate. She pulled away licked her middle finger and pressed it against his rectum.
“What are you…”
Kara shut off her husband’s words mid-sentence once more, engulfing his manhood in one swallow. This time, long stroking it until the tip dangled from throat her lips, pulling her finger half way out, then as she engulfed him again she slid it back in. This unknown, never-before-felt sensation was new, violating, and somewhat irresistible in pleasure for Michael.
“Oh ma gosh.” Michael dropped his head back in sexual confusion.
Kara worked her head with abandon as if her life depended on it. Michael’s body began to vibrate. He could the beat of his heart in his own ears: words he formed that didn’t make sense in his throat. Kara removed her mouth and kept stroking her finger in him.
“You like it.”
“No.” Michael bucked his hips in agreement.
Slap
“Yes. No I like it” He nodded in submission “No I don’t. I don’t.”
Kara slurped just the head of Michael’s dick, snaking her lips deeper each time. Michael groaned pressing deep inside her penetrating new places of climax. He began bucking into Kara’s mouth, her eyes watered. She wouldn’t pull away or released his manhood from her throat. She was too excited. Her body, like Michael’s was present, but her mind was off somewhere deep in the realm of passion and pleasure. Her orgasm this time was purely cerebral, brought on by the immense satisfaction of her husband’s moans and uncontrollable foreign dialect that made no sense but was clear in connotation. Kara screamed and sucked simultaneously. Her body lost control and spewed juiced in a stream down her butterfly-motion moving legs. Michael’s orgasm was a powerful experience as he released thick watercourse fluid from his pulsating dick down her throat. Michael’s hips jolted in disjointed movements against the restraints, shaking as his toes curled and popped. Kara savored all she could. And what she couldn’t, flowed from the corner’s of her mouth down her chin as she swallowed her accolades.
“You taste so good baby. We like you. We love the way you taste.” Kara said with a glazed face. She left nothing to chance hitting the floor as she took her fingers, wiping her chin then savoring the juices from her fingers.
“Kara never swallowed or would do this.” She smirked.
Michael’s head dropped down in mental exhaustion. The energy of his orgasm had sapped him. He panted with no words just breathing. He looked up no longer confused, simple in awe by what had just taken place. All his questions had been answered. She had blinded-folded him so he could see.
“I’m sorry if I never saw who you were, or made you feel like you could not be you. All of you.” he stated bewildered at his own epiphany in the moment.
“I will leave you now my love. And anytime, I mean anytime you want to meet her.” Kara said taking her hand and rubbing her clit, then tasting herself. “We will be here all night, just call out “Dirty Diana.”
“Just be naked in that chair sitting waiting. And asked for Diana…Dirty Diana.”
“She will be there in charge and coming to take you there…”
“Kara? Are you going to untie me?” Michael asked sitting there in the dark in front of the fireplace. His body glowed with a slick coat of sweat.
Kara began walking upstairs her long sexy curvy silhouette in stride adjacent to her. She turned and smiled.
“Who’s Kara?”