The return of his mistress

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It had been a year. No… it had been fourteen months! Brown had counted the days and then counted the weeks as they had slowly clocked up. His mistress Nina, the woman who notionally, on paper, was his wife, had been away all of that time. It had seemed like a fucking eternity! Nina was in her late thirties now, and for the last four years of their cohabiting marriage she had ruled him with a will of iron. It wasn’t that there had been early signs of her bitch hood. No, that had happened subsequently when her man came on the scene. Lathan had wanted Brown subjugated. It was part of his thing, watching Nina treat her husband like shit and then fucking the little slut.

Then they had left and it was as if the bottom of Brown’s already sad and limited life had been kicked out. For the first months he had barely kept down his job. He lived like an automaton. Then, just ten days ago Nina had written. You know, a letter. It was formal, aloof and condescending. It seemed that his mistress had found a new man. Instead of the red and wiry haired Lathan there was an altogether more imposing black guy. He was called Garfield. He didn’t look like any cartoon cat. The fucker was hard faced and lithe looking. Garfield he read, was ‘in security’ and he drove a Maserati sports car. He wanted Nina to own her cuck again. He wanted her to manage him actively and for the three of them to live in the big house together. Brown trembled. He was by turn overwhelmed with a sense of relief and abject fear.

‘My mistress is coming home’ he told Marion their daughter. It should have sounded odd, a little freaky even, save that 18 year old Marion knew exactly how her mother, lover and Brown had lived. Marion had listened to the fucking, watched Brown behave in the most disgusting deferential, even obsequious way to her mother, and accepted somehow, instinctively that there were men in the world who were meant to be trodden on. Marion smiled. Of course… yes… she had known. If the ties between Nina and Brown had fractured then those between mother and daughter had not! Marion lived with Brown, ruled the home in her mother’s stead and reported on the sad state that he had sunken into.

‘You will sleep in the small bedroom next to the master’ Marion told him. He knew why. He knew that the closeness to the fucking was a glue in the way of life. He knew that he needed to be humiliated and that was accomplished in so many ways, including the urgent gasps of a woman in the night.

‘Yes Miss’ said her father and scurried away to move his few merge things to the assigned bedroom. Marion watched him go, the hard working, the spineless, strange little man who disgusted her more than she could say. He was unexplainable to the men that she dated. Inexplicable in terms of his complete capitulation to her mother and then, later, at Nina’s direction, to herself as well.

Brown’s mistress arrived back at the house at precisely two thirty pm on Sunday afternoon, whilst the bell ringers were practising in the village church beside the house. The black Maserati arrived suddenly at the front, driven by her new beau. The man was dressed in a sports jacket and jeans, with an open necked shirt that showed his curling black haired chest. He looked tense as though today was necessarily to be a shown down. Mistress was dressed in a skin tight short black leather dress with a pearl choker about her throat. It was a style that Marion had watched her mother assume, day by day, as Garfield became the burning, the dark and masculine centre of her life. Brown went and opened the passenger door for his mistress, without bowing or scraping. He did it with apparent dignity, moving around to get the door for her lover, glancing nervously across at the daughter who had directed etiquette these last months.

The women embraced, Marion in her skin hugging jeans and high heeled black boots, her mother exuding expensive perfume. Garfield came around and kissed the young woman’s open mouth, his tongue entering and exploring her. His big hands felt her curvaceous bottom. Alpha males, especially dominant black alpha males, owned women. They dominated them with a casual authority. Brown watched his daughter necking with the male who would now be the master of the house.

‘Garfield will fuck us both’ Nina said to Brown. The remark came from behind, whilst he had stared at the intimate tableau before him. It was said calmly, authoritatively and with the hint of barely suppressed contempt that he had always remembered in mistress’s voice.

Brown nodded. His mouth felt too dry to answer, too dry to breathe more that shallowly across his furred tongue.

‘You will toilet for Mistress Marion as you do me’ Nina said curtly. She waited for the words to sink into her ‘husband’s’ head, like a hemlock. Licking his own daughter’s sex, licking it so that it was good and ready for Garfield’s tumescent cock. She watched the shudder pass through the man as though a train and carriages had run over his rails, pressing, pressing him down into the hard ballast. Brown turned slowly to face her and there was the prospect of trouble. For the first time in years, momentarily, Nina thought that the waster might resist.

Weak men obeyed bitch women and bitch women in turn submitted, moaning, groaning, gasping, in large luxurious beds, to dominant men. That was the nature of things. She had raised Marion to be a little bitch. She knew what the girl had required Brown to do. Not only had he to clean suitor’s cars when they came to visit her, but he had been required to suck at least one young guy’s stiff cock as a sexy amusement for the young woman. Marion had bitch potential. The fact that she had been a love child, one secured during a previous affair was something that remained withheld from Brown for now. Now, yes now, it was important that he be willing to bend the knee to Marion, whatever, whoever, she was.

‘Well?’ asked Nina imperiously. She was not accustomed to waiting for confirmation of the arrangements that she made.

Brown shuddered. His whole body shook in a barely controlled way. The man, if that was what he could be called, wanted to hit her. Marion by contrast had been easier. They had drunk together, champagne and Nina had explained instinct life, that which religion and those fucking bells pretended didn’t exist, was something that required absolute authority. A woman, a very strong woman even had to subdue a father if needs be to secure the hierarchy required. She had of course hinted that daddy was not quite daddy. There had been a past, a dishy and mysterious man….

Brown’s shoulders sunk. His head dropped. There was a sniffle. Perhaps, perhaps… the man was crying? One of the hardest thing a cuck male has to learn is that there is no absolute low to which he can sink. There are always other degradations, little humiliations. He has to learn that a woman can want great sex so much that she will do anything to the also ran male. Marion would learn to be an absolute bitch, perhaps crueller than her mother even, and ready to search for the right males, one to rule and one to worship.

‘Yes Miss’ said Brown in his daughter’s hearing. The young woman was in Garfield’s arms now, watching the exchange as Nina took charge again.

‘That’s better’ said Nina. She smiled quickly at Garfield. There, you see, it can be as sweet and absolute as that! I told you so. I said that I would have absolute charge of this male and gift him to you as well.

Brown’s mistress reached into her Gucci shoulder bag and took out the red leather, gold embossed box. She handed it to Brown and glanced across at her daughter. When he accepted and peeped within it was as he expected. A gold Cartier Santos watch, like the one that Garfield and his mistress both wore. The watch, it wasn’t simply a means to tell the time, it had a symbolic purpose.

Brown shuddered again. God! Dear God. But the church bells had stopped ringing and now there was only the sound of a blackbird singing in the orchard.

Brown knelt before Marion. The girl had never really worn a watch. She had never bothered beyond boho fashion. Still, she put forward her wrist to receive the watch that Nina had checked for size before with her daughter. The bracelet had to look chic, resting a little loose on her pretty wrist. Brown fixed the bracelet around the young woman’s wrist and secured the clasp. The watch looked perfect. Guessing requirement, he kissed the open hand of his daughter. He licked the hand that would soon enough clench against Garfield’s strong black shoulders as the man fucked her. Licking the open hand, well, it was a supplicant gesture.

‘Now… her bottom if you please’ said Nina. There was a frisson to that wasn’t there?! Garfield would see the girl’s tight little pussy, one not yet stretched by a black tool. He would relish the additional treasure gained. Marion glanced nervously at her mama, but she did as was required, and turned about, presenting her lovely rear to Brown, dropping her jeans so that he could smell her body scent, see the curves of her buttocks. There, in the fresh spring air, in sight of the bell room of the church, Marion felt Brown lick her rear. There was first the rather dry licks of her buttocks and then the wetter tongue as Brown licked between her cheeks, pressing his cheeks into hers. She gasped. Momentarily it was disgusting, appalling and then the sensation of being worshipped caught her and brought forth a sigh.

‘You can bring our bags up later’ Nina observed taking her lover’s hand, ‘we will retire, all three now Brown and you will attend us.’

As Brown ascended the stairs, they creaked in the old familiar way. But now a new arrangement. His heart pounded, feeling as though it might burst out of his chest! He was directed first to remove his daughter’s boots and jeans and to lick her sex until the curling auburn hairs of her pussy glistened. Brown moved silently, his tears held within as he licked cunt. His eyes were still closed when he was pulled around by the mane to suck at Garfield’s stalk that seemed massive, hot and muscular in his mouth. It seemed almost impossible to envelop that man’s penis with his lips, but Brown did as best he could, stroking its base with his tongue as he sucked.

‘You needing this little bitch?’ Garfield enquired of the girl.

Brown watched his daughter spread her legs, reaching down with her delicate fingers to reveal the peachy wet interior of her sex. Her quim was trembling, her gaze seemed fixated on the man and she nodded, pulling the labia wider so that her pleasure hole was laid bare to him.

Brown stared, tears running down his cheeks as he watched the man cover his daughter. Nina, his mistress was beside him then. When Marion gasped hard as Garfield pushed inside her, Nina whispered,

‘She’s a bitch…. she is a bitch like me. She deserves this. She wants this. She would never chose a man like you.’

The black suitor took the young woman. One minute she lay prostate and available and the next she clung to him as he pumped inside her. Her eyes rolled, she grimaced with the absolute mastery of his cock.

Brown was shaking.

‘Lick mistress now…. lick me whilst I watch Garfield own her’ Nina ordered.

Brown felt as though he would retch. The black man was screwing into Marion, boring relentlessly inside her, he forced her wrists high onto the pillow whilst he humped into her. They made a sucking, a wet and rhythmic slapping sound.

Brown dropped to his knees again and his mistress unzipped the front of her skin tight dress, parting the material so that her own sex came resplendent to view. There, above the neatly trimmed bush of her cunt was the tattooed G and a lady bird seated atop it.

‘Lick cunt’ breathed his mistress. She never called it her pussy, or something affectionate. It was always ‘cunt’. He had forgotten, he had forgotten somehow, but the words, the attitude were back now. He started to lick her sex whilst she smiled down at Marion’s creasing face. How sweet, she was learning now what a proper fucking entailed. Exquisite. It was exquisite… wasn’t it dear.

‘Lick master’s buttocks… he’s about to ejaculate’ Brown’s mistress demanded. She was rubbing her cunt against his face like a flannel.

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