“Tonight, I decided to never again hide “her”. I will release her and hope he will not judge me or run from me. I will force him to accept this piece, this intricate part of me I buried deep inside. I played the homely wife for so long. I will never again after tonight, hide myself.” – 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 binding him to what seemed to be a chair. The blindfold 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…,” inquired Michael’s baritone voice.
“Michael...Michael...”
“Who’s there? Who are you?” Michael questioned.
“Calm down Michael. It’s 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 and began to admire her rising nipples one by one. The slurping sound could be heard as 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 long ‘half-mast, high-anxiety filled’ dick.
“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 flowed 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 silenced him immediately, knocking the rest of the sentence and thought from his head. She gripped his cheeks and told him, “Listen you are in my world! Do you understand?...
She continued, “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 may just like her, maybe.”
She was leaning in his ear. Her voice was different; intense, controlling and seductive. (She took his earlobe into her mouth with her tongue.
“Show me who? What’s wrong with you? You need to talk to me, Kara!”
The crackling of the fire was the only sound filling the room. Her nipples were hard. The occasional caressing sensation only erected them more. The slick nectar pooled inside her thighs as she moved around him. Her heels clicked and clacked against the hardwood floors.
There was a momentary silence. Kara slowly straddled her husband’s legs and began to massage her clit slowly. Moaning, she took the wetness on her fingers and traced his lips once more. She took her finger and sucked the remaining juices into her throat savoring her taste. When he licked his lips, 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 hot 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 deeply… 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 fully hard dick with her hand and stroked it.
“Yes, relax this 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, she snarled with an animalistic sound as she took him in whole, her tongue against his scrotum and slurped up. She drooled and sucked leaving the tip of his dick with a pop from her lips as she moaned. Again she straddled him looking down at her saliva-drenched work. Michael stared up at her with the blindfold on 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, removed her hand and sucked her fingers clean. “I kept her away from you.” She she said and sopped her fingers hungrily again.
“Hid who? Who, Baby?”
“I hid her all this time, thinking you would…” Kara groaned.
“What the hell? What is that?”
“It’s her. It’s all her!”
The hot fluid spewed across Michael’s chest, sprayed his face, and ran down his legs. He could feel her vibrating body as she shrieked and release the warm fluid all over him again.
“What the…is that piss? This is crazy!”
Slap
“Don’t fucking judge me.”
The sting from her hand reverberated shutting his words off midsentence 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 licked his cheek slowly and whispered.
“Each and every time I come it will be like this. We squirt, our orgasms are not normal, but we are Learn to love it.”
She pressed her breast against his wet chest. Michael's manhood was still throbbing, his mind was perplexed.
She gripped his fever pitch dick and, with her other hand, she traced his lips with her juices. She stared down into the blindfold as if she were staring into his eyes giving him a false sense of impunity. She then kissed him deeply working her tongue in her husband’s mouth which emitted more arousal. 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, but he still wanted answers.
Kara descended to her knees and pulled Michael’s hips to the edge of the chair and 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 covered his dick with her mouth winding her neck ever so slowly enjoying his thick hard meat in muffled growls. With his manhood still engulfed in her throat, she worked her tongue against the base of his shaft and upper portion of his balls. Her mouth watered releasing her saliva from the corners of her mouth. She took her free hand and began massaging his hardened prostate with her fingers. Finally, she pulled her head up gasping in enjoyment.
“You taste delicious, so thick… so long.” She panted not bothering to wipe the flowing juices from her glazed mouth.
Without warning she slid down again.
“Oh shit!” slipped from Michael’s lips again.
As she slurped viscously at her husband’s dick, her fingers moved up and down against his prostate. Gripping his hips she pulled him to the edge of the chair. She pulled away licked her middle finger and pressed it against his rectum.
“What are you --?” He feared her but was drawn into her; into this other woman that had been hidden inside his woman’s body.
Kara shut off her husband’s words midsentence once more, consuming his manhood in one swallow. This time, long stroking it until the tip dangled from her lips, pushing her finger half way in his anus. Michael arched his back in violation and in pleasure. As she engulfed him again she slid her finger ever so slowly further in. This unknown, never before felt sensation was a sexual breach, yet uncharted territory.
“Oh 'ma' God!” Michael dropped his head back in sexual confusion.
Kara worked her head with tremendous fervor as if her life depended on her husband’s dick. She gagged herself until her eyes watered. Michael’s body began to vibrate against her mouth as it continuously salivated with no abandon. He saw that her whole face was soaked. He could hear the beat of his heart in his own ears: words he formed that didn’t make sense in his head. Kara removed her mouth and kept stroking her finger in and out of him.
“You like it.” She snickered wiping saliva from her chin.
“No, I don’t. I don’t.”
Slap!
“Yes! I do!”
Diana gripped his dick in one hand stroking it, and massaged him anally with her other. He nodded in submission to the climax that was building.
Kara fondled just the head of Michael’s dick with her tongue this time as he groaned pressing himself deeper inside her throat penetrating new places of climax.He began bucking into Kara’s mouth, her eyes watered. Painted tears of bronze mascara etched her face. She wouldn’t pull away or release his manhood from her throat. She had to release her, Diana had to be free. Her body, like Michael’s, was present, but her mind was off somewhere deep in the realm of passion and pleasure. Her orgasm 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 a thick, watercourse of 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 corners 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 the chance of 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 sap him. He panted; no words. Just breathed . He looked up no longer confused, simply in awe by what had just taken place. All his questions had been answered. She finally removed the blindfold from his eyes so that 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, and 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 breathlessly mouthed as she sauntered away.
“Kara? Are you going to untie me?” Michael asked still sitting there in the dark in front of the fireplace. His body glowed with a slick coat of sweat.
Kara sighed and let her hair down and continued walking upstairs. Her long, sexy, curvy silhouette in stride.
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