Written by J

BDSM
5 Nov 2012


My Dirty Client! Part 2. My dream.

I was falling in and out of sleep. I knew I was to see Dirty Man later. A feeling of embarrassment and fear kept awakening me. I didn't know why. My secret dirty fling had never given me reason for unease. Back to sleep, and the dream began again, clearer this time.

I wasn't wearing any clothes in the dream. Being lectured at, and worrying for my job. I was apologising to a man with a commanding voice. Then lying up on a hard surface, with my legs up in the air. Holding them still, and open. Something cold, like steel, entered my pussy. Sliding all the way in, as I shivered at its touch. Then I was being stretched, open and a bit uncomfortable. Being peered at inside me. Something, a finger perhaps, or something else, rubbing the inner walls of my married vagina.

Then I was touching my toes. Apologising and counting numbers as something leather like whacked hard across my buttocks. Burning and stinging, making me gasp. My fingers locked in between my toes and struggling to keep my balance as I was punished like a naughty school girl. The pain hassling me yet me becoming aroused in my degradation.

Then worse. The cold thing pushing in to my bottom. Then stretching me open there. Being peered at in my bum. Examined and lectured at. I was so embarrassed. Yet I felt I must let it happen. Something rubbing around inside my arse. My open and cringing bottom, married but displayed for the voice.

A second finding of "Disgusting!" by the voice. Removing the cold object and berating me for being such a naughty little miss cuckbum.

Then searing lashes of something much worse across my bum. Making me groan and blush, even cry a little. Yet it didn't stop. My poor bum. My little cuckolding bum, tortured. Whacked with something that left burning weals across it, like red agonising ladder rungs. Lectured at in my shame and humiliation. He knew exactly what he was doing. How many other wives of unsuspecting husbands had this happened to? Yet I let it happen. Awful, ohhh my poor bum.

Then something hot and pulsating, arrogantly pushing its way deep into my anus. A large knobbly cock, up my arse. Reaming and fucking my naughty little bum.

I was half awake again, wakening further. Hubby was horny, as he often was in the morning. Hubby's big pecker pressing on my pussy from behind as I lay there. I was so fruity. Horny. The feelings of shame and humiliation from my strange dream washed over me as I moaned, letting hubby take me from behind. I could almost feel the big dick of the voice owner, still in my bum, almost felt I was being sodomised instead. Hubby throbbed in my cunt, and I climaxed with the feelings, and the shame I felt inside. That awful, humiliating but dirty fruity dream. I came hard, abandoning myself to the memory of the voice, the punishment and that big arrogant dick up me where it shouldn't go. Where my dirty client liked to go too. Hubby was pleased and surprised as I cum and groaned lustily.

Later, with hubby gone and me showered and prepared, I went off to my client as normal. I wondered if he'd demand something different like in my dream today. No, he didn't. He wanted to stick to the usual routine. Me stripping and teasing, wiggling my toes with my toering and ankle band. Him groping my body, me straddling him to allow his bedridden form access to my tits, my legs, my feet, and of course my bum. He loved my naughty married little bum. He coated it with vaseline, probed it. I rode him as he bummed me and called me all those dirty names, jiggling my tits and filling my starfish with his jizz. Yes he hadn't wanked in a couple of days he said, saving his bollock juice for me his pretty little cuckbum bednurse. Nurse bedbum, who he bummed on the bed, in secret, with nobody knowing. I was glad the dream had been nothing more than my dirty mind playing tricks on me. The punishment had seemed so real and hurt like fuck, even if it had aroused me so much.

It was when I was straightening my tunic and preparing to leave, downstairs, that I saw a car pull up outside. I answered the door to my client's doctor. He asked me to wait until he'd checked up on my client upstairs, he needed to see me. I happily waited.

When the doctor came down, he closed the lounge door, for a private chat. He explained he had heard of inappropriate behaviour happening. Between me and my client. He wouldn't say how he knew, who had told him. He showed me some photographs. Me stripping for my client by his bed. I must have forgotten to close the curtains one day.

He asked all the questions. Was it strictly secret, did my hubby or bosses have any idea. Of course they didn't. Yet he did.

He made me an offer. He would omit to report anything untoward, give me a glowing report in his write ups even. But he wanted to see. I must undergo an examination by him, here, now. To check if everything was being done sensibly, and that we were practicing safe sex. I swore that it was anal only, my pussy was for nobody but hubby. The doctor said that was all right. Like my client, he had a particular taste too.

I blushed like a tomato as I agreed. I would let him see. I needed my job, and a raise hopefully.

I shuddered as he opened his briefcase. He produced medical implements, including speculums. As I undid my tunic and pulled down my jeans, he showed me a thick leather strap, and a flexible cane. Only to be used if I hadn't been using condoms with my client, he said.

As I lay back on the table and lifted up my legs, he said a speculum was necessary. Vaginal first. As I felt the cold steel nudge against my pussy lips, I saw also he had undone his flies.

That huge knobbly cock from my dream now throbbed in the air at my naked married form!


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