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Taking Control of Matters
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TAKING CONTROL OF MATTERS
"Where are my fishing boots!?," screamed Don Applebee.
"You are just useless Mona, I can't wait to get away
from here."
Don Applebee was your average domineering husband, and
Mona Applebee was his average submissive wife. But,
Don's pushy ways had left Mona at the end of her rope.
She was tired of being yelled at and belittled by her
husband. After Don left for his fishing trip, the
postman arrived with a package she had sent for. It
contained a drug from Sweden that supposedly would
allow the user to completely control the mind of those
taking the pills.
Mona wanted to use this drug on her husband, but she
thought she would try it out first. The mailman seemed
like a good guinea pig.
"You look thirsty," said Mona, "Why don't you come in
for a quick drink."
"Well, I'm running a bit behind," said the mailman,
"But, what the hell, I am thirsty."
"Sit down here in the living room, and I'll fix you
some fresh squeezed lemonade," said Mona.
Mona took her package into the kitchen and opened it.
She made the lemonade, and dissolved one of the pills
into the drink.
"Here you go," said Mona.
"Bottoms up," said the mailman.
"How is it," said Mona
"Good," said the mailman, "but I wish I was done with
the mail, I sure could use a nap."
Seconds later, the mailman was fast asleep on the
living room couch. Now, Mona would find out if the drug
had accomplished the desired effect.
"Now, according to the directions, you will do anything
I tell you to do, either while you're in the trance, or
after based on post- hypontic suggestions," said Mona.
"Let's try it out. When you wake up, you will have an
uncontrollable urge to worship my feet, and suck my
toes. You'll do ANYTHING I ask if I'll let you worship
my feet. Otherwise, you won't remember any of this.
Just to keep you in line, anytime I say the word
`kumquat' you'll immediately fall back into a trance.
Now when I snap my fingers, wake up, and remember what
I told you."
When Mona snapped her fingers, the mailman jumped to
his feet.
"I must have dozed off, it's been a long day," said the
mailman. "I better go and finish my route now."
"What do you think of my feet?," asked Mona.
"They're beautiful, in fact, you might think this
sounds funny, but I would love to suck your toes," said
the mailman.
"You would, would you," laughed Mona. "Well, maybe I
let you, if you do something for me first."
"Anything," panted the mailman.
"Why don't you take your cock out of your pants and
masterbate for me, " said Mona.
Without questioning Mona's order, the mailman took his
penis out of his pants and began stroking it.
Mona took off her shoes and said, "If you want to
worship my feet, I want you to cum on them."
Seconds later, the mailman gasped and cum shot all over
Mona's feet.
"Now, I want you to lick the cum off my feet," said
Mona.
The mailman knelt down at Mona's feet and
systematically slurped the cum off her feet.
"Good boy, " said Mona. "Now, get back to your job."
"Have a nice day, " said the mailman, treating the
episode like it wasn't even a bit strange.
After the mailman left, Mona laid back and contemplated
her experiment. It had been a complete success. Now
she couldn't wait until Don returned.
When he came back, he was his usual dominineering self.
"Get me a drink now, Mona," he snarled.
"Yes, dear," said Mona, as she slipped the pills into
his martini.
Soon Don was in never-never land on his chair. Mona
smiled as she approached her husband. Now she would
show him who was boss.
TAKING CONTROL OF MATTERS
Part 2
"Don, things are going to change around here, " she
said. "First, whenever I say the word `mongrel' you
will lapse into a trance. When you are in these
trances, you will obey all of my orders, including any
post-hypnotic suggestions I make. From now on, I am
going to wear the pants around here, quite literally.
When you awake, you will no longer wear pants around
the house, instead you will want to wear a skirt. For
now, when you leave the house, you'll still wear pants,
but otherwise, its a lady's skirt for you from now on."
Mona went into the bedroom and came out with a skirt
that was several sizes too big for her. It reminded her
about her weight problem before she started her
exercise regimen.
"I knew that this skirt that I still had from my `fat'
days would come in handy someday," said Mona, "Take off
your pants and put on this skirt."
Don stood up and meekly obeyed Mona's order. Mona's
spine tingled as she realized that the drug was having
its desired effect.
"Tsk, tsk," said Mona, "We can't have all that hair
showing on your legs, can we? Go take a shower, and
shave your legs, in fact, I want you to shave off all
your body hair, from you chest to your toes."
About a half hour later, Don returned, wearing the
skirt. His arms, legs, and chest were shaved.
"When I count to ten, you'll awake," said Mona. "You
won't remember being in this trance, but will continue
to want to wear your cute little skirt. By, the way,
don't forget the word `mongrel'."
Don snapped to attention at the count of ten. Although
he felt vaguely strange about it, he felt good in his
new skirt.
"It's six o'clock already! Where's my dinner?," Don
demanded.
"You want your dinner sweetie?," said Mona, "Well, I'm
going to make you the best dinner you've ever had."
"Be quick about it, I'm hungry," snarled Don.
About an hour later, Mona returned with a chicken dish
in a cream sauce.
Don looked at the dish, and said, "What's this crap,
you know I hate chicken."
"Please try this dish, I think you'll really like
it....mongrel." said Mona.
At Mona's last word, Don lapsed into a trance.
"You're really going to like this dinner Don," laughed
Mona. "But, before we eat, I want you to add one final
ingredient to your plate. Pull down your skirt and
panties and masterbate onto your plate."
Don pulled down his skirt and started to stroke his
cock. Soon a load of creamy cum shot onto Don's plate.
"Now mix it in good, Don," said Mona. "Now when I snap
my fingers, you will awaken, and you'll eat what you
think is the best meal of your life."
After awaking from the trance, Don happily ate his
chicken and cum dinner.
"Not bad, for chicken," said Don.
Subject: STORY: The Pill, part 3 (F/m, mc, nc, tv, ts,
feet)
The following is a completely unauthorized
continuation of The Pill story, parts 1 and 2 (posted
in May). As a reminder: a wife gets pills that induce
complete hypnotic trances. She tests them on the
mailman (they work), then gives one to her domineering
husband and forces him to wear skirts around the house.
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Over the next week, Mona adjusted Don to fit his new,
submissive lifestyle. At work, he has his usual self.
In fact, Mona had told him hypnotically to be confident
and successful. But as soon as he got home he rushed
to change into the feminine wardrobe that Mona had
bought for him. First the corset went on. It was
heavily boned, pinching his waist and emphasizing his
hips. A pair of silicone breast forms filled out the
cups. Then he attached stockings to the corset's
garters, to show off his shaved legs, and pulled a pair
of panties up over the garters. Then he put on
whatever outfit his wife had selected for him. Tonight
it was a blouse and a loose skirt, with low-heeled
pumps on his feet. Some other nights, she made him put
on a French maid's outfit, with a ruffled skirt that
barely reached his thighs and five-inch heels.
Make-up, jewelry and a wig completed his ensemble, and
he left the bedroom to properly greet his wife.
Mona had also adjusted to Don's new lifestyle. Her
live-in servant had taken over the housekeeping duties,
so Mona could spend all her time making herself
attractive and doing...whatever she wanted. This
morning had been typical. Don had put her hair into a
bun and applied her makeup before he left for work.
She had decied to put on a fire-engine red silk blouse,
and, true to her word, was wearing slacks in black
wool.
She had invited the mailman in again this afternoon.
He had begged her desperately to let him suck on her
toes, but Mona had refused, not wanting to take off her
stockings. Instead, she had had him masturbate
directly onto her pumps (they had tongues extending up
her foot, so her nylons would stay clean). Within
seconds the mailman was spurting cum across the black
patent leather. Like before, she had him lick up his
cum. She also had him dry the shoes off -- the insteps
had a bit of gold ornamentation that she didn't want
tarnished.
Then she had dropped her slacks and ordered the mailman
eat her pussy. Like her husband, she was wearing
panties over stockings and garters, which gave the
mailman easy access to her private places. Mona had
come twice before she ordered the mailman to forget
everything that happened and get back to his route.
But not before he had dropped off his package.
When Don reached the living room, Mona was stretched
out on the couch, reading a book. She had several
pillows behind her, and a blanket covering her from her
waist to her ankles. "Ah, there you are, Don," she
said, looking up from her book. "It took you long
enough to get changed."
Don stared sheepishly at the floor and mumbled "I'm
sorry, Mona."
"Anyway," Mona continued, "now that you're here, we can
begin tonight's activities, mongrel..."
Hearing this word, Don slipped back into his hypnotic
trance. Mona set down her book and stood in front of
Don.
The fly on her slacks was unzipped, and sticking out of
it was a huge dildo. According to the advertisement,
it was 25 centimetres long and 3 centimetres thick. It
was made out of a glossy black plastic, almost matching
her shoes, and the tip had been molded into a
circumsized head.
"Now that I'm wearing the pants," Mona told her
husband, "I thought I should have a cock to go with it.
It's a strap-on, of course, but it just will have to
do. I hope you like it; it just arrived in the mail.
Now, you won't find anything strange about me wearing
it, although you won't mention it to anyone, just as
with your home clothes. In fact, you love my gorgeous
cock. When you're not at work, you can't stop thinking
about it. It gets you incredibly turned on. If you
could, you would go down on it, and suck it all day and
all night. But the idea is really embarrassing. What
kind of man wants to go down on his wife's cock? So
you don't dare let on that it's the only thing you can
think about. Now wake up and cook dinner."
Don had been cooking, under his wife's supervision, for
the past week. He had always hated the idea of
cooking; he thought it was women's work. But now that
he was actually doing it, he found that he loved it. It
gave him the same sense of satisfaction that he got
while cleaning the house. This evening, though, it
seemed like he couldn't do anything right. His wife was
constantly reminding him about the correct measure-
ments, and he was spilling ingredients all over the
place. Without his apron, he would have ruined his
blouse several times. And his face was also
unnaturally pale.
Mona was having tremendous fun. She made sure to
position herself so Don could see the dildo out of the
corner of his eye, and if she stroked it idly, she
could get Don to competely lose his train of thought.
"Don, you've got to...Don! Pay attention!" she cried.
She moved a step closer to her husband, making sure the
side of her dildo pressed against his leg. "You have to
mix the baking powder into the flour, not the liquids."
"Uh, yeah, you're right," Don mumbled.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"I'm fine! Really." Don licked his lips and bent back
to his task.
Dinner itself went a bit more smoothly. The table kept
Mona's dildo out of sight, so Don could eat without
major distractions. Once the pair had finished, Don
went back to the kitchen to clean, while Mona sat down
on the couch to continue her book.
Half an hour later, Don finished in the kitchen and
returned to the living room. Mona motioned him over to
the couch and lifted her right leg. "Don, I've had a
rough day. Be a dear and give me a foot massage."
"Yes, Mona," he said. He pulled a hassock over, sat on
it, pulled off her shoe and began rubbing her
stockinged foot between his hands. Mona made
appreciative noises, leaning back and setting her book
down on the end table. Mona noticed that while his
head was bent down over her foot, his eyes kept on
stealing glances at her dildo, which stretched proudly
into the air.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Don," she breathed. "Now scoot
forward a little bit and do my other foot, would you?"
Once Don had begun massaging on her other foot, she
stuck her first foot under Don's skirt, slid down his
panties, and began rubbing the sole of her foot up and
down against his cock. She also started running her
fingers up and down her dildo. Between the feel of the
nylon stocking against his cock and the sight of Mona's
own cock, Don had become fully aroused. His face had
turned slightly pink, and Mona could have sworn he was
hiding a rock under his skirt.
"That's enough, Don," Mona said, pulling her feet away.
"Now put my shoes back on. I want you to clean them
with your tongue. The fronts are already clean, so you
need to clean the sides and the heels. Oh, yes.
Mongrel."
Don froze in place as he waited for more commands.
"The smell of my feet and the shoe leather is a real
turn on. So is the taste. You'll beg to clean them
every night. Now wake up and go to work."
As Don began licking, Mona could tell he was having a
good time. His eyes were closed and his face was
completely relaxed as he ran his tongue up and down the
sides of the shoes. From what she could see, he was
also breathing heavily, to get as much of the scent as
possible. Aside from adjusting the position of her
feet and moving him from one to the other, she let him
work without interruptions, giving him a full ten
minutes before she told him to get a towel and dry them
off. Once he had finished, she stood up and moved
directly in front of him. In Don's sitting position,
the dildo was staring him in the face. He couldn't
take his eyes off of it.
"My cock needs to be cleaned to," she purred. "Lick it
clean with your tongue."
Don looked up at her in shock, his eyes wide open and
his face as white as a sheet. "But...but I can't do
THAT! I'm your husband, Mona! I can't do...that sort
of thing!"
"Of course you can, honey," Mona replied, stroking her
hand against his cheek. "You cleaned my shoes, didn't
you? Just lick it off like you did to them." With
this, she pushed the dildo up against Don's mouth. Don
let out a deep breath, parted his lips, and stuck out
his tongue, licking it against the tip of the dildo.
Once he touched the dildo, Don lost all self-control.
He plunged it deep into his mouth and sucked, licking
it all over with his tongue. In and out and in and out
it went. The dildo was much to long for him to swallow
completely, so he also ran his tongue up and down the
sides of the shaft. Soon its whole length was
glistening with saliva, and Mona decided it was time to
stop. She had to push Don's head away to get him to
stop sucking on it.
"There, Don, see?" Mona asked. She shifted her pelvis
slightly, making the dildo wave in front of his face.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" >
From the look in Don's eyes, he was just a hair away
from making love to it with his mouth once again. "Now
go get ready for bed. You have to go to work
tommorrow. Don!" she shouted. He tore his eyes away
from the dildo to meet hers. "Go get ready for bed!"
"Yes, Mona," he said, standing up and walking into the
bedroom. Mona followed. The pair were soon in their
nightgowns, and since Mona had kept the dildo on, they
each had a very prominent cock. "Honey," Mona asked in
a very sweet voice, "do you think you could clean my
cock a bit more?"
"Well, I don't...I mean I certainly didn't mind helping
you out, earlier," Don said, embarrassed, "but do you
think it would be, well...proper...if..."
"Please?" Mona continued, batting her eyelashes.
"Um, okay, I'll do it, but only because you're asking
me," he growled. Saying that, he started moving
towards her.
Mona raised a hand to stop him. "Not here, honey. Get
into bed." The couple crawled under the covers. Mona
fiddled beneath the blankets for a moment, then put a
hand on top of Don's head and pushed him completely
underneath. There Don found Mona's nightgown up around
her waist and her cock waiting to be loved. As Mona
turned off the lights, Don put his lips around it and
suckled like a baby.
From: Anonymous User <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: STORY: The Pill, part 4 (F/m, mc, nc, tv, ts,
feet) Date: 29 Jun 1994 08:22:58 GMT
More of the unauthorized continuation of The
Pill series, slightly delayed by technical
difficulties.
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Late the next morning, well after Don had left for
work, Mona went into the living room and inserted an
audio cassette into the stereo. She wanted to try the
hypnotic pills on herself, just to satisfy her
curiosity, and had come up with a way to do it. She
pressed the PLAY button, sat down on the couch, and
quickly took a tablet with a glass of water. A minute
later, when her own voice came out of the speakers, she
was already asleep.
"Mona, you are now in a hypnotic trance. Whenever you
hear your own recorded voice telling you to fall into a
trance, you will re-enter the state you are in now."
There was a short pause, and her voice continued.
"Yesterday you received a strap-on dildo in the mail.
From now on, when you put on the dildo, it will become
part of you. Your pussy will disappear and all you
will feel is your new cock. Whenever someone touches
the head, it will feel like someone touching your clit,
only better. Whenever someone touches the shaft, it
will feel like someone touching your pussy lips, only
better. In fact, your new cock will produce the best
orgasms you have ever experienced. And your new cock
is even better than your husband's cock because it is
always hard. You can come again and again with it, as
often as you want. Now wake up."
Mona came to with a start. She hit the STOP button,
then for safety she rewound the tape and recorded a
blank over her voice. No need for Don to stumble over
it by accident. Mona had stored her hypnotic pills in
an old birth control pill container for the same
reason. Once she was sure she the tape was clean, she
rushed to the bedroom and strapped on her dildo.
The effect was astounding. Mona was sure she could
feel her hand stroking the plastic. It sent electric
shivers up and down her spine. She finally stretched
out on the bed and just stroked it for at least fifteen
minutes, savoring the feeling. She could understand
how the pills had affected Don and the mailman so
strongly. The dildo felt like a real cock, growing out
of her own body.
When she tried applying a bit of petroleum jelly to the
dildo, she was sure she must have died and gone to
heaven. She orgasmed within seconds, bucking on the
bed in ecstacy and thrusting her cock harder between
her hands. Mona finally collapsed against the
mattress, her hands falling against her sides as she
stared at her new plaything. The black plastic
glistened with its lubricant and the shaft sprouted
proudly from the folds of her robe. Mona reached out
her hand and gave her cock another stroke. It felt
just as good as before. Within seconds she was jerking
off again.
She lost track of the number of orgasms she had that
day. It was only the sound of her husband's car
pulling up in the driveway that brought her back to
reality.
She stayed on the bed as Don came into the bedroom and
gave her a kiss. Her cock was still quite visible, and
she noticed that Don had to work hard so as not to
stare at it. She watched patiently as Don changed into
his home clothes, directing him to wear a tea dress for
the evening. When Don finished, Mona called him over to
her.
"Don," she asked, "what are your chores for this
evening?"
"I'm going to cook dinner right now," he replied.
"Then I was planning to clean the living room."
Mona nodded in approval. "Very good. Do you think you
can handle dinner by yourself? You had a bit of a
problem last night."
"Yes, I...I can do it. It's my favorite chicken dish,"
Don said proudly.
"Wonderful. Go get to work, then." Mona waited, but
Don didn't move. "Is something wrong?"
"Um, I was also hoping to clean your shoes for you,"
Don said hesitantly. "Please? Like I did last night?"
"Oh, yes. Well as you see, I didn't wear my shoes
today, so they don't need to be cleaned." Upon hearing
this, Don looked crestfallen, so Mona added, "Still, if
you want to clean them again, I can't see any reason
why you shouldn't. Do it after you've finished
cleaning the living room."
Don looked at his wife gratefully. "Thank you, Mona.
I'll get started on dinner."
"You do that," she replied. As Don was leaving the
bedroom, she took another look at her cock. The
petroleum jelly had gotten rather dirty over the course
of the day, and she decided she should go to the
bathroom and clean it. This involved a certain amount
of scrubbing, but Mona didn't mind, especially when she
realized that the wet soap was another lubricant. She
came another five times in the bathroom before her
husband called her out to dinner.
After she had eaten, she headed right back to the
bedroom to play with herself some more. She didn't
want to bother with the petroleum jelly just then, so
she tried out several different masturbation aides,
finally settling on her husband's pillow. By wrapping
it around her cock she could get all the soft pressure
that she wanted, the cotton pillowcase sliding smoothly
over her cock's plastic surface. She came again and
again, only stopping when she heard her husband enter
the room.
Mona quickly put the pillow aside and called out to her
husband. "Um, honey, could you come over here and clean
my cock for me?"
"Well, okay," he hesitated. "If you'd like." He
quickly sat down next to her in bed and started sucking
and licking it. Mona was amazed by the sensation.
Even though she knew it was all in her mind, she could
have sworn she was actually feeling her husband suck
her cock, that it was a part of her. For his part, Don
was in heaven. He had been thinking of nothing except
his wife's beautiful cock since he had walked through
the door, and had been desperate for any excuse to
stick it in his mouth.
An hour -- and many orgasms -- later, Mona realized
that it was time to sleep. Don was disappointed when
he heard he had to stop sucking his wife's cock, but he
brightened considerably when she reminded him he still
needed to clean her shoes. As Don walked over to the
closet to do his work, Mona crawled beneath the
blankets, completely exhausted from the day's
activities. She reflected, as she drifted off, that it
was time to get Don's virgin asshole accustomed to her
new cock.
The next morning, she awoke to find the bedroom light
still on, and Don asleep in front of the closet, curled
lovingly around her shoes. He had obviously fallen
asleep of during a very long cleaning.
Over the next several weeks, Mona trained her husband
for anal sex. For cleanliness, Mona required Don to
give himself an enema every morning before work. She
also had him buy plenty of lubricant until he could get
used to her enormous girth. But after a lot of
practice, Don was able to take all of her hardest
thrusts. It was a good thing, too, because with her
special cock, Mona could fuck him for hours on end.
She enjoyed doing him in the kitchen as he washed
dishes. She would walk up behind him at the sink, lift
up his skirt, pull down his panties, and shove her cock
into his butt. He would have to stand at the sink,
gasping in pleasure as she rammed it up his ass. The
pair usually continued until the dishwater turned cold.
Mona had also given him hypnotic instructions to adore
the anal sex, even though that fact embarrassed him
greatly. The way he received her cock in his mouth and
his ass, she wouldn't have been surprised if he
secretly worshipped the thing. She did make sure that
he dreamt about it when not at work. One weekend she
had Don regress to a childlike state and draw a picture
of himself and his family with crayons. Don drew
himself in a skirt with long hair. The other person
was taller, wore pants, and had an enormous penis drawn
in black crayon that stuck up and out, almost reaching
his -- her? -- breasts. When asked, he replied that
that was his wife Mona.
Despite his constant state of arousal, Don never had an
orgasm during that time. Mona had given him strict
hypnotic instructions that he could never orgasm unless
she allowed him to, and it took her a while to think of
a suitable release for him.
The answer finally came one evening as she lay in bed,
stroking herself. Don was in his nightgown next to the
closet, where he had just finished licking Mona's shoes
clean. As he towelled them dry, Mona called out, "Don,
when you're finished, bring one of my shoes over here,
would you?"
"Yes, Mona," he replied.
"Also, get one of my knee-high stockings from the
dresser."
"Yes, Mona."
Once he had collected the two items, Mona sat up on the
side of the bed and had her husband stand in front of
her. "Lift up your nightgown," she instructed. Don
did so, revealling a very stiff erection. Mona then
took the stocking and slid it down over Don's cock,
letting the extra length gather around his balls. Don
shuddered in pleasure at the sensation, but after a
stern comment from Mona, he stood still once again.
Then Mona took her shoe and slid that over Don's cock
as well. Don was looking at it wide-eyed, but didn't
say a word. Mona put one hand in front of the heel,
and the other around the front of the shoe. There was
more than enough leather on the front of the shoe to
get a good grip, and Mona could easily feel Don's cock
in the toe. Once she was satisfied, she began to
slowly stroke the shoe up and down Don's cock.
Don's breathing grew ragged. It was obvious that he
was enjoying the treatment. "Do you like this, honey?"
she asked coyly.
"Oh, yes," Don gasped. "Please don't stop, Mona."
"Okay, but you have to tell me when you're about to
come. I can't have you getting the inside of my shoe
all sticky. I want to wear it myself, too. So tell me
when you're about to come, okay? If you don't, we
can't do this again." Mona looked up at her husband.
Don had his eyes closed and his face tilted towards the
ceiling. "Yes, I'll tell you," he replied. "Anything."
The pair continued in near-silence for another minute
when Don shouted, "Oh, God! Get ready!"
Mona pulled the shoe away and swallowed Don's cock in
her mouth, sucking hard. In a moment, streams of cum
burst out of his cock and shot through the thin nylon
of the stocking. By licking the underside of the head
with her tongue, she found she could coax even more
out. Mona swallowed it all, enjoying the taste for the
first time. Now she was swallowing it on her terms.
When she finally let Don's cock fall out of her mouth,
it was a mess. The toe of the stocking was sticky and
wet from Don's semen, and his cock had gone flaccid,
letting the rest of the stocking slide down into the
stains. "Don," Mona said, "go into the bathroom and
wash out your stocking. Hang it to dry over the
bathtub. Then clean off your cock and come to bed."
"Yes, Mona," he said as he went about his task. While
he was in the bathroom, Mona crawled under the covers
and savored the remnants of his cum. Mona was quite
pleased with the experiment, and decided to stay with
it for the future. When Don climbed into bed later,
she decided it was time to give him more instructions.
"Mongrel. Don, that is the ONLY way you can orgasm.
You have to be wearing a stocking and one of the shoes,
and I have to be stroking you. You will always tell me
before you are about to orgasm, and you will always be
responsible for cleaning up after yourself." Mona
thought to herself for a moment. "Putting on a
stocking and the shoe without me feels almost as good,
but it is very naughty and I will punish you if I find
out you have done it. However, sometimes when I go out
you just have to. You'll put them on secretly and wear
them until I get back. You'll usually be able to put
everything away in time, but sometimes you simply won't
notice me until it's too late. Now wake up."
"Thank you, Mona," Don said. "That was incredible."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Mona told him. "Do you
think you could do me a little favor and clean off my
cock?"
"Well...sure, honey." Don crawled down to Mona's
crotch and, lifting her nightgown, began sucking as
usual. Mona took enough time to turn out the light
before giving in to the sensation and fucking Don's
mouth.
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