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The Crush on the Sweet Little Church Girl (Parts 1You are going about your daily errands as if it is any other day when trip to grocery store takes a turn. You spot me across the aisle and debate if you should say hi. Would I even recognize you? Would it be weird? You haven’t seen me since we were k**s at church. You were too shy to say it then, but you were grown now, perhaps you could muster the courage now. I spot you and walk over. You stumble awkwardly over all your words but I can see what you want to say. “Would you like to join me for dinner tonight? I can make us something good.” You arrive dressed nice, but not too nice so you don’t send out signs of desperation. Your face drops as my husband opens the door to greet you, but you come in and do your best to not be devastated. Of course, why would you ever think a girl like that would want you? She just meant dinner to catch up as a friend. After the initial disappointment, you push through and find that we all get along well and have an enjoyable dinner anyway, even if it isn’t going to end the way you hoped. When dinner is done we sit, chatting comfortably on the sofa, my feet propped up in your lap as you gently run your hand over the tops of them, brushing lightly against me, trying so hard to resist but needing to feel them on your skin. I glance over at you knowingly seeing how hard you try to hide your excitement. You act as though you were simply moving and bumped up against them by accident. With a devious little smile I look over at my husband and he can’t help but smirk. “So what movie are we watching?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from those pretty pink toes just inches away. Scrolling through the menus, I nudge my foot further and further up your thigh without ever breaking my focus on the tv. “How’s this?” I ask in a sultry tone. Looking flustered and confused you stammer… “Have you seen it before? Is this one any good?” I say “Ohhh… um no, I haven’t seen it…” “Everything ok?” Hubby says from across the room. “Uh yea… I just need a drink of water” you say standing up quickly and walking to the kitchen where you take a few deep breaths trying to compose yourself. When you return you see him standing over me kissing down my chest, my breast ½ exposed and nipple just barely peeking out. “I’m so sorry… I… Uh… “ you stammer again, your heart racing with thoughts of me and you, but you know they can never happen. After all, I am a married woman and to make it harder he is right there! This is not at all what you expected when we met up and I invited you over for dinner and a movie… The crush you had all these years rushes back at you 100 times over now and you are going out of your mind. He smiles seeing the look on your face as he pulls my shirt back into place, excuses himself, and walks up stairs. bahis siteleri canlı “You ok hun?” I ask “Yea, I didn’t realize you … I mean… I wouldn’t have walked in if I knew…. “ I stop you with a coy look. Its ok, he loves it when we get caught.” And I give you a little wink. You don’t know what to think now… Were you invited over just as a way to spice up our night with that little peep show? How could that sweet little church girl you grew up with put you in that position? But, what’s done is done, and you can’t think of how to leave now without it being awkward so you settle in at the farthest end of the sofa from me and stair nervously at the tv. When hubby returns downstairs, I scoot over and he sits behind me with an arm wrapped around my waist. My legs dangle of the edge of the sofa just barely an inch from yours. You look down to my feet and back over at me noticing I am watching your every move now. Once again with a coy little smile I shift my weight and curl my legs in to rest on your lap as you carefully readjust so I won’t notice that you’re getting harder by the minute. I turn my head and begin to nibble on his neck as I stretch out. My toes press firmly against your now raging hard bulge and you lose your mind. My toes begin to circle your balls and run up your shaft as I continue to kiss slowly all up and down his chest and neck. You are paralyzed while I rub faster up and down your hard cock. You clench your hand down on my calve as you let out a muffled sigh and he grabs the hem of my dress pulling it upwards revealing that there is nothing underneath. Growing braver, and now unable to stop yourself, your hand makes its way up the outside of my leg until you reach my round soft ass. Finally turning my head back to you, we lock eyes and you squeeze hard before taking my left foot in your hand as you kiss every inch of the way up to my inner thigh making your way to my sweet wet center. I lean back into him, his arms wrapped around me rubbing and clutching at my chest while you devour me. You swirl around and gnaw on my supple smooth opening as it fills with creamy wetness. My hands running through your hair grasping hard as you hit just the right spot and my whole body clenches pulling and ripping at your hair. My husband slides out from behind me, laying me out flat on my back and kneeling beside me. His lips meet mine and he kisses me deep and hard. I can feel you start to pull away in a bout of uncertainty but with a fistful of your hair I pull you back in to me as hard as I can and you go right back to it with a new excitement and vigor. He smiles, seeing you ease into your new role and leans in landing one hand on my left breast clenched down tight and on the other taking in as much as he can in his mouth. You gaze up, watching in canlı bahis awe, as you continue to feast on me. My thick cream fills your mouth and you explore my every curve with your hands. He pulls back and lets you have your way with me as you like and your hands find my breasts as I groan satisfaction. You grasp them hard leaving red imprints all around the outside of them from your nails. Pulling yourself up with them, your intense hard bulge lands between my legs and you grind against me while frantically kissing, sucking and biting at my neck and chest before finally stopping, catching full eye contact again for just a moment before you let your tongue tease my hard nipples. You bite and suck and pull on them – grinding against me until my moaning is so loud and intense, and my hands clawing at your back that you know that I am there. This doesn’t stop you, no, it only makes you go harder as bite at them as hard as you can. I am screaming out for you as you lose control. He pulls out the magic wand and you hear the buzz behind you, so you inch forward now straddling my waist leaving me exposed and immobilized all at once. I am already cumming hard before he makes contact with that fat vibrating head of the wand. Showing no mercy you keep clawing and biting at my breast harder and longer. My moans and screams fill the air and drown out the intense buzzing of the wand as he cranks it up to the highest setting and holds it flat against my clit for what seems like an eternity before forcing it in and out of my tight dripping wet lips. I am so overwhelmed that my screams go silent as I gasp for air to even breath. The weight of your body crushing down on me, you wrap your arms around my body pulling me in tight and kiss me full on the lips just as the wand pulls out for the last time and shuts off. The taste of me still on your tongue as you kiss me deep hard and long – fully taking in this moment that you have dreamed of since we were k**s. You relax down with your head on my shoulder and catch your breath. A few minutes of calm passes and I look down at you.”Enjoyed yourself, did you?” I say. And you simply let out a growling sigh of relief. “Mmm Good…. Why don’t you go upstairs and clean yourself up.” A bit confused you excuse yourself and head upstairs. The first room you pass is our bedroom, the door wide open and something laid out on the bed… curiosity gets the best of you and walk in to take a peek. It’s a black and white satin maids outfit, a short wavy brown wig, nylons, black heels, a duster, rubber dish gloves and a note: Put this on then report back downstairs for cleanup duty. Signed with only a red lipstick kiss. Was this meant for you??? Did I have all of this planned already? What have you gotten yourself into? You ponder it a moment and decide bahis siteleri why not. Even if it weren’t meant for you, maybe it would be a fun surprise. So you get changed and stand in front of the full length mirror just staring. It is a perfect fit, as if it were bought just for you. Then you start to realize, perhaps it was. As you adjust the wig snugly into place you second guess yourself a bit… I can’t go down there like this… what if I’m wrong… Just then, you hear footsteps approaching. Turning the corner I poke my head in and smile. “Ah, so you found it did you?” Your eyes go wide “I knew you would be the perfect fit for us… well almost perfect… ” I say as your face drops a bit. “have a seat” I say pulling out the drawer to my vanity. You relish in the fell of my touch and the tenderness of the soft fluffy brushes as make you up to look your part. “there, that’s so much better now” you return to the mirror and hardly recognize your own reflection. It’s so strange but so natural all at the same time. “Do, you like it?” “I…. I can’t believe that’s me…” “Now then… pick those gloves up and go make use of them. Those dishes aren’t going to clean themselves.” you begin to laugh a bit… “I said go!” My tone changing as I look you deep in the eye and you realize I am serious. You fumble for the gloves and duster and make your way down the stairs. You are unsteady on your heels and quite wobbly but you make it down and head for the kitchen. As you start to make sense of things in your head you gather the plates and glasses. And begin to wash up. You debate in your head if all of this was a good idea. Was it worth this humiliation?? You are in here, dressed like a girl, cleaning up our mess while he and are cuddled on the sofa watching a movie. In all the confusion running through your head you lose focus on what you are doing and drop a glass into the sink. It crashes down loudly as a tidal wave splashes up the front of your dress. I rush in to see what has happened and see you standing there soaked. “This will never do!” I say reaching into the cabinet and pulling out a black leather crop and cracking down hard against your lace panties. “That uniform is to remain spotless! Do you hear me?” You stare back blankly with no idea what to say or do. “I expect my little doll to look perfect at all times. Do I make myself clear?” All you can do is stammer. “I believe what you meant to say was – Yes, Mistress” Still just staring in disbelief you can’t muster a single word. “Get down on your knees.” You do as you are told with your head bowed. Placing the crop beneath your chin, I lift your head till our eyes meet. “If you are going to be my new toy, you will need to learn your manners. When you are asked a question you will respond promptly and properly. Do you understand me?” TOY??? Was this going to be a regular thing now? Are you really going to do this? You can’t imagine living this way, but then you can’t imagine walking out that door again either. You take a deep breath and simply reply. “Yes, Mistress.”
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