Sensual Sunday Brunch With My Boy Toy

Sensual Sunday

Sensual Sunday With Mistress

Every now and again I’ll allow my boy to to join in on my Sunday activities. This particular week he had been extra attentive in areas of Mistress and I felt a reward was due.

What started out for him as a treat ended up being something much more than he ever dreamed up. You see Mistress does everything with purpose, planning and even with little torment in mind.

As we sat there chatting about our day to day lives I gently ran my hand up the inside of this thigh. Soon I found my way along the crotch and slowly unzipped his pants.

It didn’t take but a moment for him to squirm beneath the table when I told him DON’T Move. I ordered him to remain completely still as I began the task of tormenting his cock with my soft gentle fingers.

I took one finger along the side, slowly making my way around the. tip and traced my way all along the mushroom head. I must have done this for what seemed like 20 minutes. I never gave him a break.

Our waitress came back a few times to ask if we needed anything. Naturally I forced my boy toy to respond.

You’ll be happy to know I brought him to the edge with one finger about six times over brunch. I then had him excuse himself with a raging hard on and bring himself to completion in the mens-room while he thought of how amazing it could be IF ONLY I’d allow him to fuck me. (NEVER happening)
Talk Soon,
Miss Peyton

 

The Evidence of Her Infidelity

Infidelity

Infidelity

The Evidence of Her Infidelity Became Painfully Clear.

Oh dear, your wife’s baby daddy is black, and you are so white you put rice to shame! Now I wonder how that happened, especially since she hasn’t fucked you in years! Your dick hasn’t been dipped in her lovely wet folds in so long you probably don’t even remember what the soft velvet like wetness of her cunt feels like around your engorged penis. It’s rather embarrassing to have to admit to that I know, but it’s a little late to try to pretend. As they say, the cat is out of the bag now – your wife has a lover!

Now of course you could have left her when the evidence of her infidelity became painfully clear, but you couldn’t. Worse yet, was that you had suspected as much many times before. Instead of manning up so and confronting her with your suspicions when she would go out all dolled up with “her friends’ 3 to 4 nights a week, you just sat at home like the schmuck you are. Even handing her money more days than not to make sure she had a good time. Oh she had a good time alright, in his bed, screaming out his name while he fucked her in ways you never could.

She has replaced you in her bed, but she’s got you by the balls. She’s turned you into a sniffling pathetic and totally emasculated wimp. Of course the more wimpy you got, the more she lost all respect for you. She no longer needed to hide what she was doing and now

HE is sleeping in your bed, while you sleep on the floor!

What a pathetic loser you have become! Hell he even orders you around, calls you pink dick sissy boy, and laughs at you while he fucks your wife. Oh and you get aroused when you think about it, can’t stop yourself from dribbling. It all made sense after you saw his big black cock ramming into your wife’s pussy for the first time. You could never stretch her like that, fuck her with that confidence, and make her scream your name.

No you just don’t have what it takes.

It’s just fair that you have to pay the bills, buy her pretty things, serve them, take care of the house while they fuck! It’s what is due them, you get that now. You are just a wimpy little white bitch boy cuckold after all.
Talk Soon Naughty One,
Miss Peyton