Chapter 5: Denouement
I sucked on it, tasting the rubber, and feeling it grow slick with my saliva. I kept stroking Jack with my hand, his whimpers becoming louder and more urgent as I teased him.
"That's right, Margaret," Sally said, her voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and pleasure. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
I felt a surge of pride at her words, and I sucked on her strap-on harder, my tongue swirling around the head as I took it deeper into my mouth.
Sally let out a low moan of pleasure, her hips bucking forward as I sucked on her strap-on. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, her breath coming in short, sharp pants as she watched me pleasure her.
But then, suddenly, she pulled back, her eyes flicking over to Jack.
"Oops, I think we forgot about the sissy," she said, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
I followed her gaze and saw Jack, still kneeling on the floor, his wrists bound behind his back and his cock still throbbing in my hand.
He was whimpering more and more, his voice high-pitched and desperate as he begged for release.
"Please, Sally," he gasped, his eyes pleading. "Please let me cum."
But Sally just laughed and shook her head.
"Not yet, sissy," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I want to make you suffer a little longer."
She turned back to me and I could see the desire burning in her eyes as she looked at me.
"Now, Margaret," she said, her voice low and commanding. "It's time to show you how it feels to be truly dominated."
With that, Sally got behind Jack, who was still kneeling on the floor with his wrists bound behind his back. She took the strap-on, which I had been sucking on earlier, and lubricated it with my saliva. She gently pressed it into Jack's asshole, stopping just inside. Jack gasped, "Oh my God!" I watched in a mixture of shock and arousal as Sally started to slowly move the strap-on in and out of Jack's ass.
I could see the pleasure and pain on Jack's face as Sally fucked him harder and harder with the strap-on. His whimpers became louder and more desperate as I started to stroke his cock harder. I could feel the pressure building in him, and I knew that he was close to cumming. But Sally wasn't ready for him to cum yet. She wanted to make him suffer a little longer. "I'm not done with you yet."
She pulled out the strap-on and turned to me. "Margaret, darling," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Why don't you come over here and help me dominate this sissy?" I had never dominated anyone before, and I certainly never thought I would be doing it with my own husband.
But as I looked into Sally's eyes, I could see the desire burning in them, and I knew that I wanted to do this for her.
"Yes," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to help you dominate Jack. I want to see him suffer, to see him beg for mercy. I want to be the one in control."
With that, Sally handed me the strap-on and instructed me on how to use it. I had never used a strap-on before, and I was nervous at first, but Sally's guidance and encouragement gave me the confidence I needed to take control.
I stepped behind Jack, who was still kneeling on the floor with his wrists bound behind his back. He looked up at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes, and I could feel my own arousal growing as I prepared to dominate him.
I took the strap-on that Sally had given me and lubricated it with my saliva. I positioned myself behind Jack, who was still kneeling on the floor with his wrists bound behind his back. I reached around and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently as I eased the strap-on into his ass.
Jack gasped as I pushed the strap-on deeper, his body tense with the invasion. But I didn't stop there. I began to pump the strap-on in and out of his ass, feeling his body shudder and writhe beneath me.
"Oh God, Margaret," Jack moaned, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I've never felt anything like this before."
I smiled, a sense of power coursing through me as I dominated my own husband.
I thrust deeper into Jack, feeling his body shudder beneath me as I took control.
I could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles tightening as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. But I wasn't ready for him to cum yet. I wanted to make him suffer just a little bit longer.
"You like that, don't you, Jack?" I said, my voice low and sultry. "You like it when I dominate you, when I take control."
Jack nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he struggled to speak.
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes, I love it." Jack gasped, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he struggled to speak.
"I...I...I'm a man who likes to be dominated," he stammered, his eyes downcast.
I looked at him with a mixture of disgust and amusement. I had never considered that Jack might have a kink for being dominated, but I supposed anything was possible.
"Is that what you want, Jack?" I asked, my voice low and sultry. "To have a cock up your ass?!"
Jack nodded, his eyes pleading.
"Yes, Margaret," he whispered. "Yes, that's what I want."
I smiled, a sense of power coursing through me as I realized that I could use this to my advantage. I could make Jack do anything I wanted, just by dominating him.
He let out a loud moan of pleasure as his body shuddered and convulsed, his cock spasming as it shot rope after rope of hot, thick cum onto the floor.
I watched in amazement as Jack shot his load, my own arousal growing as I realized that I had been the one to make him cum like this.
"Good boy," I said, my voice low and sultry. "You did well."
I pulled the strap-on out of Jack's ass with a wet, sucking sound.
He let out a long, low groan as the toy left his body, his muscles quivering with exhaustion.
"You did well, Jack," I said, my voice low and sultry. "You took my cock like a champ."
Jack looked up at me, his eyes blazing with a mixture of pleasure and shame.
"Thank you, Margaret," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Sally looked at us both and laughed. "My work is done. I'll see you at work, you degenerate." She put on her jeans, put her strap-on in her backpack, and left.
The room was silent as Jack and I looked at each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in.
"I can't believe we just did that," Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Neither can I," I replied, my voice equally as hushed.
I cuddled with Jack and we fell asleep on our bed exhausted with what had transpired. The events of the night had left us both physically and emotionally drained, and we slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and rolled over, reaching out to hit the snooze button. But as my hand brushed against the sheets, I realized that I was alone in the bed.
I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked around the room. The sun was streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. But there was no sign of Jack.
I climbed out of bed and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains and looking out. The street below was bustling with activity, people going about their daily business. But there was no sign of Jack.
Fortunately, I had more time to get ready for work that morning, and I was able to shower and get properly dressed. I decided that I needed to be more conservative with all of the damage I may have done to my reputation, so I put on a bra and panties under my dress. But I still wanted the freedom of the air on my thighs, so I opted not to wear any stockings or tights.
As I walked through the office, I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on me. I could sense their curiosity and their confusion, but I held my head high and tried not to let it bother me. I knew that I had nothing to be ashamed of, and that I was in control of my own body and my own desires.
I settled into my desk and started working, trying to focus on the tasks at hand.
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. It was my boss' secretary again.
"Dr. McDonald needs you to join him in the session room immediately," she said, her voice crisp and professional. "He asked me to tell you that he would be requiring your special talent."
I felt a chill run down my spine as I hung up the phone. What could Dr. McDonald possibly need from me that would require my "special talent?" I headed over to the session room with both curiosity and concern.
When I entered the room, I found Dr. McDonald sitting in front of a patient, who was lying on a hospital bed. The patient was a young woman, with long, curly brown hair and large, scared eyes. She was wearing a hospital gown, and her wrists were bound to the bed with leather restraints.
"Ah, Margaret," Dr. McDonald said, his voice smooth and untroubled. "I'm glad you could make it."
The patient was a middle aged man with a burn scar on half of his face.
I looked at him with a mixture of sympathy and unease, unsure of what Dr. McDonald had in mind.
"Mr. Olsen," Dr. McDonald said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "This is Margaret. She's a professional sex surrogate who will be working with you to help you work through your intimacy issues."
I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized what Dr. McDonald was asking me to do. I had never worked as a sex surrogate before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to take on such a role. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the curiosity that was bubbling up inside of me.
"Mr. Olsen, do you consent to working with Margaret?" Dr. McDonald asked, turning to the patient.
Mr. Olsen nodded, his eyes fixed on me.
I could see the fear and the longing in his gaze, and I knew that he needed my help. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not I was ready to take on this role. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the sense of excitement that was coursing through me. I had never done anything like this before, but I was curious to see where it would lead.
"Okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do it. I'll help you work through your intimacy issues."
Dr. McDonald nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Excellent," he said. "I knew I could count on you, Margaret.
I'll leave you to it then." Dr. McDonald got up and left the room, leaving me alone with Mr. Olsen.
I took a deep breath and approached the bed, trying to figure out the best way to start this therapy session. I looked at Mr. Olsen, who was still staring at me with those scared, longing eyes. I could see the desperation in his gaze, and I knew that I had to help him.
"Hi, Mr. Olsen," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm Margaret, your sex surrogate. I'm here to help you work through your intimacy issues."
Mr. Olsen nodded, his eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to cry. It's just that...I've never done this before.
I don't even know your name."
Mr. Olsen looked at me with a mixture of surprise and relief in his eyes.
"It's Kevin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "My name is Kevin."
I smiled, trying to put him at ease.
"Hello, Kevin," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Margaret, your sex surrogate."
Kevin nodded, his eyes filling with tears once again.
"Thank you, Margaret," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I'm so glad you're here. I don't know what to do."
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I knew that this was going to be a difficult therapy session, but I was determined to help Kevin work through his intimacy issues.
I took a deep breath and started to unbutton my blouse, feeling a surge of nervousness and excitement as I exposed my bare skin to him. Kevin's eyes widened as he watched me, and I could see the desire burning in his gaze.
"It's okay, Kevin," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm here to help you. You don't have to be afraid."
Kevin nodded, his eyes still fixed on my chest. I could see the longing in his gaze, and I knew that he wanted to touch me. But I also knew that he was afraid, that he didn't know how to take the next step.
"It's okay to be afraid," I said, my voice soft and soothing. "But you don't have to be.
I'm here to help you," I reassured him, as I continued to undress. I took off my blouse and bra, revealing my heavy breasts, which were sagging from years of supporting their weight. I could see the desire in Kevin's eyes as he looked at them, and I knew that he was attracted to me.
"You're so beautiful, Margaret," he whispered, his voice trembling with longing. "I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you."
I smiled, feeling a surge of pride at his words. It had been a long time since anyone had called me beautiful, and I had almost forgotten how it felt.
"Thank you, Kevin," I said, my voice gentle and reassuring. "I'm glad that you think so."
I continued to undress, slipping off my skirt and panties until I was standing naked in front of him.
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Kevin looked at me with wide eyes, his breath catching in his throat as he took in my naked body.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled at him, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me as he complimented me.
"Thank you," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "I'm glad you think so."
I replied, my voice soft and gentle.
Kevin's eyes never left my chest as he reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts in his hands. I could feel the warmth of his touch and the anticipation building in me.
"You feel so soft," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
I closed my eyes and leaned back, enjoying the sensation of his hands on my body. I could feel the heat of his palms and the roughness of his fingertips as they traced the contours of my breast.
"You have beautiful breasts," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I opened my eyes and looked down at him, smiling at his praise.
"Thank you," I said, my voice soft and sweet.
Kevin leaned forward and took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive flesh.
I held the back of his head, enjoying the sensation of him sucking my nipple. I could feel my body responding to his touch, my arousal growing with each passing moment.
As Kevin sucked on my nipple, I reached down and started to tug on his pants.
"Let's get these off, Kevin," I said, my voice husky with desire. "I want to feel your skin against mine."
Kevin nodded, his eyes blazing with lust as he pulled off his pants and underwear in one swift motion. I could see the outline of his cock, already hard and throbbing with need.
I reached down and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently as I looked into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful, Margaret," Kevin whispered, his voice trembling with desire.
I continued to stroke his cock and then bent towards it to take it in my mouth. I sucked on it, feeling it grow slick with my saliva. Kevin moaned as I took him deeper into my mouth, his hips starting to move in time with my sucking. I reached down and removed my panties, feeling the cool air on my bare skin as I sucked. Kevin gasped as he realized what I had done, his hips bucking forward as he started to fuck my face in earnest. I took him as deep as I could, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat as he moaned with pleasure. I reached up and cupped his balls, feeling them tighten as he approached orgasm.
"I'm going to cum, Margaret," Kevin gasped, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. I stopped sucking him so he wouldn't go off too quickly. I wanted him to last, to prolong the moment of bliss. I wanted to feel every inch of him, to taste every drop of his essence. I wanted to own him, to claim him as mine.
I pulled my panties off completely and tossed them aside. I felt the cool air on my bare skin, the warmth of his gaze on my naked body. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that burned in him for me.
"You're so beautiful, Margaret," he whispered, his voice husky with lust. "I want every inch of you."
I smiled, feeling a rush of heat spread through me as I heard his words. I was ready for him, ready to give myself to him completely.
I climbed onto the bed and guided my pussy onto his cock and said, "Fill me." He thrust wildly into me, and I felt myself cumming again. This was so different from what I was expecting, as I was just expecting to do a service. However, I felt more passion than I had for a while. The idea that I could not only be a slut, but a caregiver touched my heart and I started to actually cum on his cock. He groaned and grunted, his body shuddering as he filled me with his warm seed. I felt a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment that I hadn't felt in a long time.
I lay there, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, feeling his cock soften inside me. I looked up at him and saw him smiling down at me, his eyes soft and gentle.
"Thank you, Margaret," he whispered. "That was incredible."
I smiled up at him, feeling my heart swell with affection.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I said, my voice soft and warm.
Kevin nodded, a look of contentment on his face.
"I did," he admitted. "I didn't know what to expect, but that was amazing."
I nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had helped him, had given him something that he had needed. I felt a connection with him, a bond that had been forged through our shared intimacy.
"I'm glad I could help," I said, my voice sincere.
Kevin looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and desire.
"Can I see you again?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. I had never done anything like this before, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to commit to another encounter.
But I knew that I couldn't leave things as they were. I had crossed a line, and I needed to make things right.
I walked out of the office, feeling a sense of unease in my stomach. I had no idea what I was going to say to Kevin, or how he would react. But I knew that I couldn't ignore the situation any longer.
As I walked down the street, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I kept glancing over my shoulder, feeling a strange sensation of being followed. But there was no one there, just the usual hustle and bustle of the city.
I finally made it home, feeling a sense of relief as I closed the door behind me. I knew that I needed to talk to Jack, to explain what had happened. I had never lied to him before, and I didn't want to start now.
But I couldn't deny the fact that everything had changed, and I had no idea what was in store for the future. I had become a sex surrogate, something I had never even considered before. I had slept with strangers, men and women, and now I had even helped my own husband explore his deepest desires.
I took a deep breath and turned to face Jack, my heart pounding in my chest.
"I have something to tell you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that I think you need to know."
Jack looked at me, his eyes filled with concern.
"What is it, Margaret?" he asked, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You can tell me anything." Jack's voice was soft, and he seemed genuinely concerned. I took a deep breath and started to speak...
The End