My Wife The Maid
Part 33
The Morning after the After Party
Left alone, I again found my mind delving back to last night, but not thinking of my husband now, but again of Matt's huge cock.
As I lay there thinking of Matt’s huge cock my fingers seemed to automatically dip under the water and find my cunt. I touched it tenderly and could feel a shiver through my body, partly from the pain, the soreness I felt, but also shivers of pleasure.
I began slowly fingering myself, all the time my thoughts were of Matt fucking me again, with my eyes closed, imagining him stretching me wide again as he pushes in, my cunt lips being pulled back and forth tightly around his cock now pounding my cunt, telling me what a dirty whore I am.
Despite the soreness, I had such a need to cum, and as I dipped two more fingers in my cunt, I fucked myself harder now, my face wincing with pain but my body quivering with pleasure.
It didn’t take long to feel my body shake around in the water of the bath as I cum imagining Matt shooting a vast amount of spunk inside me.
I lay there for five minutes as I came down from my Orgasm, before then getting out of the bath as I began to dry myself.
As the towel passed over my cunt lips, I winced again with pain, from the soreness between my legs.
Once dried, I slipped on the see-through robe, hanging on the back of the bathroom door and headed out, though walking very gingerly still, into the kitchen where Sir was cooking breakfast.
“Take a seat, Evelyn, breakfast will be a couple of minutes, there’s Orange Juice on the table, help yourself. Is Eggs Benedict okay? It's one of my specialities,” Sir said with a smile.
“Yes, thank you, Sir, that would be great”, I tried smile, but somehow I felt a little bit guilty about having made myself cum in the bath thinking of Matt. I had to tell Sir.
“Sir”, I said.
“Yes, Evelyn, what is it?” Sir replied, still smiling.
“Well, I think I was a bad slut, Sir”, I said with my head bowed now.
“Ohh, how were you a bad slut, Evelyn?” Sir now enquired with a puzzled look on his face.
“Well, Sir, when you left me in the bath, all my mind could think about was Matt’s huge cock fucking me. And despite the soreness and the pain, I had to make myself cum “Sir. I’m sorry for disrespecting you like that,” I sheepishly looked at him now.
He walked around the table and took my head in his hands, kissed my forehead, then kissed me on the lips. I immediately responded, kissing him back, so happy he didn’t seem angry with me.
“Oh, Evelyn, I may own you and be your Master and love you to bits”, my mind now wondering as he said that. Did he say he loved me??
“But I know just how far you have come in letting yourself be free of the shackles that society puts on our sexual inhibitions, especially about Women. And it doesn’t really surprise me that your thoughts at the moment are all about Matt.
He has a monstrous cock, and even I have never seen you cum as you did with Matt fucking you last night, Evelyn”
I smiled not just at Sir's words but the way he showed he really cared for me, really wanted me to enjoy every sexual experience I have.
He then continued, “I don’t ever want to stop you from cumming, unless it's a specific order during a session we are involved in. Just like I heard Dwayne forbid you to cum at the Table last night, until all the men at the Table had finger fucked you.”
Then queried me.
“Can I ask how that made you feel, Evelyn?” Sir then asked me.
“OMG, Sir, it felt so bloody frustrating. I was desperate to cum, but as you say, Dwayne had ordered me not to, and I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t a good whore for you, Sir. But it definitely was so damn difficult not to cum.”
Then I added, “If he’d said he wanted everyone at the other table to finger me also before I was allowed to cum then I’d have had no chance of obeying him” I laughed, now thankful for the way Sir was treating and, as he said, LOVING ME.
Sir then served me breakfast, which I ate fully as I was feeling so hungry after all my exertions last night, although as I thought about that, I had a giggle to myself thinking of the gallons of spunk I must have swallowed.
As we ate, we chatted away when Sir asked, “What time do you wish to go home, Evelyn. I’m sure you have a lot to discuss with Alex.” He said, both as a statement and as a question.
I looked up at Sir, a bit worried and then stammering slightly, “I...I’m not sure if I want to go home today, Sir. I don’t know if I can speak to Alex about everything I’ve had to take in just yet”
Sir looked at me, smiling again, “You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Evelyn. I’ve always told you that. That doesn’t only apply to anything sexual. You can come home with me and stay at my house until you are ready see Alex. But you know you will have to face him sometime soon, and you know now if you get angry with him about his cross-dressing in the past, he will get defensive and bring up you being such a whore now, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I realise that’s a possibility, but I won't stop if that’s what he wants, Sir. I love the way I am, the life that I lead. I love being your whore. I AM YOUR WHORE SIR,” I told him, smiling.
“Yes, you are Evelyn, you are my whore and always will be”, Sir said in a soft, loving tone. making me feel all warm and glowing now.
“You go and get dressed, then Evelyn and I will phone Alex and let him know you won't be home tonight, but that you are safe and okay and that you are staying with me”, Sir now ordered me, swatting my bum as I got up to go and get dressed.
I dressed sexily like the little slut I am, even though I was still so sore around my cunt and ass holes. Both still felt loose, much looser than before last night. I couldn’t see my ass properly in the mirror, but it definitely seemed like it was a gaping big hole.
However, I knew, from reading up on anal sex, that my ass hole would more than likely be almost back to normal now. It just didn’t feel like it.
I was wearing. a sheer black blouse, a short, tight red tartan skirt, with black stockings and suspenders and red 5” high heel shoes. No Underwear, as was normal for me now.
I would look like a common whore to most people, I'm sure, but I didn’t care nowadays as I was just proud to show the world that I was a whore, SIRS WHORE.
I was still wearing my ‘Sirs Slut’ Necklace, the Bracelet and Anklet with the ‘Ace of Spades’ on it. I now knew the significance of the Ace of Spades and what it meant, as I had been told at the Dinner last night by one of the men at the table.
However, as all my thoughts since last night were about all the Black Cocks which had used me last night, the smallest of which I reckoned must have been 9”/10”, and then there was Matt’s huge Black cock.
At that moment, I was thinking that I’d happily be a whore for more black cocks, smiling to myself at my thoughts.
When I entered the living area, Sir smiled widely, saying, “God, you are just the most gorgeous, sexy little slut on the planet, Evelyn and I love that you don’t care who knows it”, as he crossed over to me, hugging me and then kissing my forehead affectionately.
“Did you phone my husband, Sir?” I asked him using the term husband, although I wasn’t sure whether to call him Dave or Sabrina now.
“Yes, I called him Evelyn. He was obviously disappointed you wouldn’t be home, but I explained that you needed time to get your head around everything that had happened last night, as I'm sure he did too. I told him,” Sir said.
“Thank you, Sir”, I said as I gently kissed his cheek.
“You know you're welcome to stay with me any time and for however long you wish, Evelyn. Don’t you?” Sir gave me a loving look as he said that.
“Ohh, don’t tempt me, Sir, you might never get rid of me” I laughed, half-joking but also wondering what he would say to that. However, he didn’t come back with a reply.
Once we reached Sir's house, I needed to show my appreciation for him, so I started to tidy up in the kitchen.
“Evelyn, leave that, I have a cleaner who comes in do that, come and sit down", he commanded me now.
I walked into the open-plan living area, walked over to where Sir was and sat down beside him, laying my head on his shoulder. Sir put his arm around me, and we spent the Sunday afternoon just cuddling each other, just like any couple would.
However, I felt guilty as my mind just seemed to keep drifting back to the amazing feelings Matt's huge Black cock had given me last night.
These thoughts scared me as it seemed I couldn't shake them from my mind, even as I cuddled up lovingly with my Master and Owner.
I was suddenly brought back from my thoughts, hearing Sir's voice loudly saying, “EVELYN!!”
“Sorry, what, Sir?" I asked.
“You didn't answer, you seemed miles away, anything up, what was on your mind?” Sir asked me.
Now I definitely did feel guilty and lowered my head, knowing I couldn't lie to Sir “I'm so sorry, Sir, I don't know why, I can't shake off images of Matt's cock from my mind. If I close my eyes, it's there,” I told him.
Sir laughed, causing me to look at him puzzled, “Oh my little whore, I can understand that, and it's only to be expected, Evelyn "
“It is, Sir?” I replied, surprised by what he was saying.
“Well, Evelyn the whore in you had been buried so deep inside you, and you have shed so many inhibitions these past months, experienced so many cocks, so many new exciting experiences.”
“Yes, I know that's true, Sir, and I have you to thank for freeing my mind and body, and I love you as my Master and Owner, and I feel guilty having these thoughts”, I explained.
“Evelyn, last night you had an experience, you never thought possible, you weren't only ganbanged by lots of big black cocks, but you were presented with a cock which really still has a type of taboo surrounding it. Not just another big black cock, but one so big and thick that only very few woman and by very few, I mean only a handful, have taken his cock fully like you did.” He was telling me before adding
“And you should know, Evelyn, that no other woman had taken Matt's cock like that, after they had been fucked silly by all those other big cocks. I can't tell you how proud I was of you. So proud that you are my whore, proud that I own you.” He pulled me tighter, hugging me to him.
“Oh, Sir, I couldn't see myself as anything else but your whore. You own me totally,” I said as I tilted my head to kiss him on his lips.
“Fuck whore if you weren't so sore, I'd bend you over this couch and fuck you myself“, Sir said, making me feel so warm, so sexy, and so horny now that he wanted me himself.
“Please, Sir, please, I want you to fuck me, to fuck your owned whore, please don't worry about hurting me, just fuck me, Sir, please”, I begged him.
He looked at me,” Are you sure, Evelyn?” He asked.
“Oh, yes, yes, I'm sure, Sir. I love you fucking me, showing your ownership of me, and I'd want you to fuck me no matter how sore I was, in any way you wish, Sir”
Sir smiled wickedly, “Then get on all fours on the couch whore,” he ordered me now.
I climbed up onto the couch, got on all fours, my head leaning down on cushions on the arm of the couch, wiggling my bum at Sir.
“Oh, you teasing dirty whore.” he said as he just stuck two fingers in my cunt now.
I could feel the pain of the soreness from my tender cunt, but I wasn't going to show pain. I wanted to please and be a pleasure to Sir.
He then took off his trousers and climbed up on the couch behind me, rubbing his cock against my cunt.
“No matter how much this hurts you, Evelyn, I'm going to fuck you hard, so you remember who you belong to, no matter how many times Matt fucks you, as I know you want him to again, don't you whore."
“Yes, yes, I want him to fuck me again with that huge cock, Sir, as often as you wish me to”, I moaned out.
As Sir then slid his cock in my cunt he started speaking to me, “Whose whore are you, Evelyn?”
“Yours, Sir, I'm your whore”, I moan loudly through the pain as he began fucking me hard now.
“Yes, you are, and I think my whore is needing more big monster black cocks to fuck her”
Oh god, his cock and his words were making me so hot “Mmmmm, yes, Sir, your whore needs more of those monster black cocks"
He was pounding me hard now, and I knew I couldn't last long before cumming but I wanted to cum with Sir.
I was pushing back, me, the one now speaking, trying to make Sir cum with me.
“Oh, Sir, I will be a whore for huge black cocks, they will want your whore to fuck, to stretch my cunt wide, make it gape”, as I felt Sir tense and fill me with a huge load of spunk, sending me into a big, long orgasm also.
“Oh fuck Evelyn,” was all he said as we collapsed together on the couch.
