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Note:  This is a continuation of the story of the weekend we spent with Kristi
in charge of the activities.  You will recall I was wearing a remote controlled
butt plug and cock ring.  She'd ordered me to follow her every order without
question or complaint.  If I did not follow her instructions, the weekend was
off, and I would not be able to continue the odyssey.  When the last part of
this story ended, I'd finished cleaning her cunt after she'd been fucked by a
hitchhiker named Kyle.  Her last order on the previous story was to clean
Kyle's cock with my mouth.  The story continues now, through her narrative.

Kristi Rules Part IV

     Phillip did as I'd instructed him.  He didn't hesitate when I told him to
clean Kyle's cock, sucking it clean from the remnants of our fuck session.  I
stood outside the car, having slipped my dress back on, with nothing else
under it, and watched as my husband sucked my lover's cock with expertise I
didn't know he possessed.  Kyle's hard dick responded to Phillip's mouth, and
was soon at it's full length and width.  I started to interrupt my husband,
and take his place sucking the young hitchhiker, when suddenly another desire
overtook me.  Reaching into my purse, I extracted the control box for the two
vibrating toys attached to Phillip's body.  I slowly turned the dial for the
ring attached to his cock.  He stopped sucking Kyle for a moment, as if caught
in a sudden thought.  Then his mouth went back to work, sucking and licking
the young man's cock with renewed vigor.  Kyle continued to lie prone on the
back seat of the car, his legs spread open, his marvelous sack of balls
hanging over the leather upholstery.

     Phillip was stroking the young stranger's cock with his right hand, while
cupping the boy's balls with the other. And all the while, his head was
bobbing up and down sucking as much teen-age cock into his mouth as he could.
And I helped by turning up the speed on the cock ring.  The butt plug was a
temptation, but I didn't want Phillip to come yet, and I knew his limits.  The
whole scene seemed so unreal as we conducted this little experiment in
humiliation on the side of an interstate, not twenty-five miles from Dallas.
Kyle's balls started to contract and I knew it was only a matter of seconds
before he would shoot his hot white seed out of that adorable cock.  Phillip
knew it too.  He started to pull his mouth off the young dick.  I could sense
he was going to let Kyle shoot into the air.  For a brief second I anticipated
seeing the boy shoot his young load across the space between the back seat and
the driveway.  Then I reconsidered.

     "Phillip.  Put it back in your mouth.  Now!"

     He didn't hesitate.  He seemed to have expected the order.  The whole
purpose of this weekend was to give him a new thrill, a taste of what it was
like to be me.  And I'd tasted many a man's come at Phillip's direction.  So
now he would taste one at mine.

     "Suck him, baby.  I want him to explode in your mouth. And I want you to
swallow it all.  Every drop!"

     Kyle started to buckle on the seat.  His hips were pushing against
Phillip's head, trying to sink deeper into my husband's mouth.  And he was
coming!  I could see him convulsing, spurting his hot load into my husband's
mouth, and I could see Phillip swallowing every spurt!  I wish I'd had a
camera!  It was over soon, and Kyle's cock started to grow soft even though my
husband's mouth was still attached to it.  Phillip was suckling softly now,
almost tenderly.  I was impressed with his style, but also flattered.  It was
the same thing I do when I've sucked the life out of a hard dick. My husband
had watched me suck his and others often enough to know what to do after a man
had come.  He did very well.

     Kyle dressed.  I started to drop the remote control device back into my
purse when I realized it was still on, though set on the lowest level.  I
twisted the knob one time to max and left it for about three seconds.
Phillip, who was walking back to the driver's side of the car fell to his
knees in surprise, and I turned it off completely.  He recovered, and looked
at me surprisingly, as if wondeing what I had done that for.  I was impressed
with the power I held in my hands.  To bring a man like my husband to his
knees with the twist of a radio controlled dial, well, I was on to something
here.  And it was only Friday night!

     Part V

     The next few miles into Dallas was rather uneventful.  I stayed in the
back seat with Kyle while Phillip drove in silence in the front seat.  I
played with the boy's cock a little, but the workout from Phillip's mouth,
following so quickly after the royal fucking I had laid on him, rendered his
cock useless for all practical purposes.  My only interest in it, for that
matter, was to constantly arouse my husband, as he stole glances into the rear
view mirror, and watched as my hand touched and stroked the stranger's cock.
When we arrived at the cut-off for Fort Worth, Phillip pulled the car to the
side of the road.

     "I'm sorry I gotta get off here, ma'am.  I guess I could go on to Dallas
with ya'all and spend the night if you want."

     "That's very sweet of you, Kyle, but we'll be just fine. Now you be
careful, hear?"

     With that I signaled Phillip to drive on, and soon the unexpected fuck
was left far behind.  He'd be a memory from now on, one that I was sure would
excite both me and my husband.  I could almost hear myself whispering to
Phillip in later months, and years, "Remember when you sucked that boy's hard
cock on the side of I-20?  Remember when he shot in your mouth?"  And when I
would do that, I'm sure I'll trigger the come I'll want.  Phillip does that
with me a lot.  Just as I'm about to come, he'll tell me something like, "You
look like you did the night you fucked the waiter in the kitchen of that
roadside cafe.  Remember?"  And that sudden rush of memory will always push me
over the edge.

     As we approached the city lights of Big D, Phillip asked me, "Where to?"

     "I haven't spoken to you, have I?"      "No," he replied, "But I was just
wondering where you want me to..."

     "You know the rules, Phillip.  Do not speak to me until I speak to you.
You will have to receive a punishment for that, you know."

     He was silent.

     "I said you will have to be punished for that.  Answer me!"

     "Yes."

     "Yes, what?"

     There was a moment of silence.  Then in a very soft, almost contrite
voice, "Yes, Ma'am."

     He could not see me smile in the back seat.  He could not see me smile
and he could not see me reach into my purse. And he could not see me when I
twisted the dial on the remote control.  But his ass could feel it, as the
plug in his butt came to life and started to move in his rectum, like a giant
thumb suddenly starting to vibrate.

     "That is not your punishment.  Only a reminder.  You will remember who is
in charge this weekend!"

     His reply was swift in coming.  "Yes, Ma'am."

     "Take me to the Annatole."

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     Part VI

     Phillip stood behind me while I checked in.  He was quiet and respectful.
The young man who checked us in was a foreigner, dark hair, black eyes.  And I
imagined an uncircumcised cock.  I was already thinking about cocks again.  He
asked me if I was alone.

     "No.  He is with me."  I pointed behind me to Phillip. There must have
been something about the way Phillip was standing so submissively that peaked
the interest of the young man.  Without meaning to, he stumbled into the realm
of questioning a desk clerk never ventures.  "Your husband?"

     "No.  My slave."

     I'm sure the young man was surprised by my response, but if he was, he
didn't show it.  His only reply was, "Nice choice."

     He rang a bell and another young man approached the desk. Handing him a
key, he said, "Take Mrs. Blaine's luggage to her room.  She's in the Balfour
Suite."   Then he looked back at me and said, "I've taken the liberty of
changing your accommodations.  I think you'll find the Balfour Suite to be
more to your liking.  My name is Jabar.  I'm on duty until 11.  If you need
anything before, or after that, please call me.  I'll handle it personally!"
I walked away from the desk, Phillip following three paces behind.  I knew
what Jabar meant.  And before the night was over, I meant to knew more about
this dark exotic man.

     Part VII

     The room was exquisite!  It was comprised of two bedrooms, separated by a
living room, off of which there was a dining room and balcony.  There were two
baths, one small one off the living room, and a huge one off the main bedroom.
The tub in the large bath was big enough for six grown men, and one small
lady.  The room had a toilet and a bidet, as well as a walk in shower, again
large enough to need three shower heads.  And the bed was gigantic.  It was at
least a half size larger than a king size, and must have been three feet off
the ground.  And it had six posts holding up a canopy top!  Talk about a
playground!

     The bell boy left while I was still taking in the luxurious appointments
in the room.  Phillip was even impressed, and for a moment, I dropped my
character.

     "Can you fuckinG believe this room?"

     "No, Ma'am, I can't."  His tone and choice of words jolted me back to the
reality of what we were doing here.  I resumed my controlling attitude.
Looking at him, I said, "Strip."

     He immediately began to undress.  I don't really know why I told him
that, except that I couldn't think of anything else to tell him to do.
Besides, I love looking at his firm cock as it sways between his legs.  He has
huge balls, and they hang down, below his cock!  So what the hell, why not
have him naked?

     I walked over to the phone, and dialed room service. Placing an order for
a bottle of champagne and a cheese dish, I replaced the phone and looked at
Phillip, who by this time was standing totally naked, amid a pile of rumpled
clothing. His cock ring was in place.  I told him to turn around.  His butt
plug was still in his ass.  I walked over to him, and with his back toward me,
slipped out of my dress.  I rubbed against his ass, raking my blood red finger
nails across the taunt skin of his buttocks.  I licked his back and stood on
my tip toes to reach his neck.  Licking the skin on the back of his neck, I
reached my hands around to his chest and ran my nails across his nipples, now
already hardened by my attentions.

     "Did you watch me suck that boy's cock in the car?"

     "Yes, ma'am."

     "Did you watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth?"

     "Yes, ma'am."

     "His dick was so hot, Phillip.  I sucked his dick and moved my tongue up
and down the shaft of his manhood while I knew you watched me from the back
seat."

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "And I ran my tongue into his asshole.  I tasted his ass with the mouth
you kiss.  Did you see me suck his asshole?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "And did you see him spurt his come into my mouth, Phillip?  Did you see
the young boy come in your wife's mouth?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "He tasted so good.  I sucked his cock till he came in my mouth, and then
swallowed it all.  His come was soooo good in my mouth.  Did you see me
swallow his come, Phillip?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "And did I seem like a whore, doing that?  Did your sweet little Kristi
seem like a whore for that boy.  Nice girls don't suck off strangers, do
they.  But I did.  I sucked him and then fucked him.  And you watched it all,
didn't you?

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     I reached down around his waist.  My hands felt Phillip's hard cock
sticking straight out.  Reaching past the cock ring, I started slowly to jack
Phillip's dick in my hands.  Still twisting and pulling on his dick, I could
feel the heat building in it as I resumed my verbal taunting.

     "His dick was all the way up my pussy, you know.  He fucked me like a
sailor fucks a whore.  He treated your wife like she was a cheap slut while
you drove him around.  He fucked me and you let him, didn't you, Phillip?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "And you enjoyed watching his cock saw in and out of my cunt didn't you.
You wanted to see my pussy suck in his hard meat.  You wanted to see my
nipples get stiff while his dick was pounding away at my pussy, his cock was
moving in and out of your wife's twat!"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "You want to come now, don't you, Phillip?  You want to come on my hands
as I stroke your hot cock.  Or maybe you'd like me to come around in front of
you and knell in front of your dick and suck it into my mouth and let you come
like Kyle did.  He came in my mouth and you want to come there also, don't
you?"

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     I was jerking his cock faster now, and Phillip's breathe was coming
faster.  He was close to coming.  I started to say the thing that I knew would
put him over the edge when someone knocked on the door.  I dropped my hand
from his dick.  The frustration level he experienced was obviously higher than
he'd ever had before.  Stooping down, I gathered my dress, and his clothing,
and walked toward the bathroom door.  Stopping at the door, I turned back and
looked at Phillip standing there, his cock harder than I'd ever remembered it
being, and just seconds away from cumming all over my hand.  His cock ring was
tightly attached and from the looks of things, pinching the root of his dick.
And I had his clothing in my hands.  As I entered the bathroom, I stopped and
said to him, "Answer the door.  Now!"

     Continued in Part VII...maybe.

     If you want to hear more about this true life adventure, I need some
feedback from you.  Leave me a note on this bbs My name is Kristi, and my
number is 951.  Or you can talk to my husband, Phillip.  His number is 777.

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