Personnel Training (Fem - Dom erotica) Read Free

release but to no avail, he was held
fast and could only watch and to suffer his wife's taunting.
Kathleen turned and bent at the waist, touching her toes so that
her little skirt rode up to show just a hint the little white
panties beneath and the beginnings of the curve of her
buttocks.
    "I do this at
work," she moaned sensually. "I bend and stretch to tease the randy
sods. They all want me Gordon - every single one of them. My body,
my sex, they want to have me."
    She stood and
straightened, unhooked her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Both
her hands smoothed down over the curves of her firm buttocks,
fingers spread and caressing her body through the thin material of
her panties. She looked back over her shoulder at him as she
stroked and caressed herself, smiling broadly at his horrified
look.
    "I have even
let two of them do this to me Gordon; I let them stroke my
backside, just like this. I was bending and felt a hand slip up
under my skirt, it felt simply too nice to object or to want to
stop."
    She giggled
mischievously at his muffled ranting and turned to face him.
Kathleen hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and
eased them down just an inch.
    "What do you
think they would do if I showed them this Gordon?"
    Kathleen pulled
the material down over her hips and thighs, tugging the wet gusset
free from between her enflamed labia and kicked the panties aside,
"They would come in their pants at the sight of me don't you think
so Gordon?"
    She walked
slowly toward him, smiling broadly and teasing him further by
swinging her hips casually. Her stomach pressed lightly against his
cock and the pressure against him increased as she stretched up,
looped her hands behind his head and undid the ball-gag straps.
Kathleen moved back out of contact before easing the ball from his
mouth.
    "Fucking
bitch!" he shouted the moment his jaw had shut and eased in the
discomfort that he had endured for so long.
    "Not nice,"
Gordon she sang and walked back to the foot of the bed. She rested
her hands on the thick quilt raising one knee to rest on the edge
the other remaining on the floor. She posed there, displaying her
backside and pussy to him, and looking back over her shoulder at
him with a wicked smile on her face, "Bet they would like to have
me like this eh?"
    "You rotten
bloody bitch," he blustered angrily.
    She crawled
forward onto the bed, lay on her back and supported her head and
shoulders on two pillows. Kathleen looked down between her breasts
and over her body at her struggling husband and chuckled at his
inability to do anything except voice his protests. She drew her
knees slowly up and parted them, opening her thighs wide to give
him a full and unhindered view of her pussy. Her right hand strayed
down over her stomach and the mound of her mons to rest on her
pussy, the middle finger resting along the slit of her pink inner
lips.
    "Or perhaps
like this Gordon. They could have me like this. I think seeing my
pussy offered like this would entice them don't you?"
    "Slut!" he
raved.
    "Mmmm, yes,"
she moaned. "I love it when you call me names."
    She began
stroking the tip of her finger up and down her slit, circling it
around the outside lips of her pussy and teasing him by hovering it
at the entrance of her tunnel.
    "Can't you just
imagine a nice thick cock up me, Gordon? Mmmm, so warm and
throbbing, excited and hard for me."
    He watched
silently, mesmerised by the moving finger and the way his wife was
offering herself so wantonly. "Perhaps, Gordon," she teased,
indisposing her speech with little excited gasps. "I've already had
one."
    His face was a
picture of shocked horror, "What? What did you say?" he demanded
clarification.
    She wriggled
her backside sexily further down into the thick quilt and sighed
heavily, "I said, perhaps I have already allowed another man to
fuck me."
    There followed
a stunned silence as he moved his gaze up to her face to seek any
sign of falsehood - there were none. He shook his