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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by ?...)

You choose your colleague, Mary, and Rachel invites her home for a little dinner the following Friday. To be polite, Mary agrees. Your girlfriend is dressed up in a small, figure-hugging noodle-strap red dress. Her generous cleavage is on full display, as are her luscious legs. She remains barefoot.

When the doorbell rings, you go to answer it. Your beautiful, fit, curvy colleague is at the door in an LBD that hugs every curve of her body. You give her a nice hug to welcome her in, asking her to take her shoes off. After greeting your girlfriend, she sits on a pouf near the main sofa, crossing her legs over one another. Rachel is on the main sofa, and you’re standing behind her.

Your girlfriend directly asks her, “So, what is he like at the office?”

“Oh, very annoyingly type-A, I would say,” Mary replies with a little smile.

“I thought so. The thing is — at home, he’s starting to embrace his other side. A more subservient side…” She snaps her fingers, and you walk over to kneel on the floor beside your girlfriend. “He’s realized, with my help, that he loves to be dominated by strong, beautiful women. Don’t you, Ross?”

“Yes, Mistress,” you say, and she gently places your head in her lap. You can see your colleague’s eyes wide in disbelief.

“A few days ago,” your girlfriend says, caressing your head in her lap, “I asked him who he would want to be dominated by. And, without hesitating, he said your name. So that was why we invited you over.”

Mary just stares at you with her jaw hanging open while you plant soft kisses on your girlfriend’s thighs and nuzzle your head against her abs.

“I can’t believe this,” she says, standing up and walking over to you. Looking down at you, she continues, “all this time, you were always a type-B. B for bitch boy.”

“Oh I like her,” Rachel grins.

“Yes… Mistress,” you reply, looking up.

Mary pushes you out of the way and sits on the couch next to your girlfriend. “Start at my feet, bitch.”

You kneel in front of her and lift both of her feet to your face. You kiss, lick, inhale, and suck on her feet. She rubs her feet on your face and tells you to take your dick out. Then you worship her toned calves and soft thighs, using your hands to knead her soft flesh. You look up and see that Mary’s dress has been pulled down to expose her magnificent breasts. Your girlfriend is kissing your colleague’s neck and playing with her breasts. “Keep going, slave,” Mary says, using her foot to push your head down, “don’t look up until I’ve squirted all over your face.”

You bury your face in Mary’s bald snatch and start eating her out hungrily, pulling her panties to the side. You hear her moan for a second before her strong, soft, warm thighs wrap around your head, cutting off your ears. You keep eating her out. Her pussy is steadily getting hotter and wetter. You hold her big, soft ass in place with your hands, squeezing it as you lick her. Your jaws starts to get tired. You need air. But you think she’s close. You keep going. You feel her writhe on the couch. You keep pushing.

Finally, she releases your head and drenches you in her squirt. Before you can react, she grabs your shirt and pulls you close, saying, “Now fuck me!” and slapping your face. You immediately thrust your erection inside her dripping wet pussy and start thrusting in and out of her.

“Harder! Harder!,” she tells you, holding her legs open. Your girlfriend slaps you, telling you to listen to your new mistress. You try going harder. Your eyes fall to your colleague’s breasts, which are mesmerising as they bounce up and down. Mary pulls your face down to hers and asks, “You like these tits?” You nod.

“Then fuck me like you mean it!” You fuck Mary with everything you’ve got, holding her legs open. Rachel gets up and stands behind you. She hugs you — pressing her breasts into your back — and then starts humping you from behind. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her… ,” she mutters in your ears. It takes all your willpower not to cum right then and there. You see your workmate rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other. “That’s it… don’t stop…” she says, her eyes rolling back.

Mary cums again — pushing your cock out and drenching your thighs in her juices as she squeals in pleasure, quivering on the couch. “Good boy,” your girlfriend says, slapping your ass and sitting back down on the couch, kissing your colleague tenderly.

“Shall we let him cum?,” Mary asks, looking at your hard, wet erection.

“Up to you, sweetheart,” Rachel replies.

“Okay — you can cum, Ross. But not inside. You can cum on my tits, since you love them so much. Now don’t take too long.”

You stroke yourself for a minute before you’re ready to shoot. Your girlfriend holds up Mary’s tits and you cover them in jizz before collapsing on the floor.

“Quite a load,” your colleague whispers.

“Now, how is our guest supposed to get back home?” your girlfriend asks you. “You’ve made a big mess all over her. Aren’t you going to clean it up?”

Mary looks at you, curious to see if you’ll do it. At this point, you have no choice. And Mary does have the best tits. You get up and start sucking your cum off her tits. “Oh, wow!” she exclaims in amazement and pleasure as you worship her rack. You lick her clean and suck on her hard nipples. You bury your face in her boobs. She lifts her arms and you automatically lick her sweaty arm pits clean as well. Once you’re done, your colleague hugs you, smothering your face in her soft tits.

“What a good little bitch boy,” she says.

“Isn’t he?” your girlfriend agrees.