I left school early that day, faking a doctor's appointment and signing out at lunchtime. I’ve been signing my forms for years, so the forged note from my ‘parents’ didn’t raise any eyebrows. Where I was headed wasn’t far from school at all. In keeping with my mistress’ 25-minute rule, I decided to drive to my ‘real’ appointment straight from school anyway. Without bothering to go home and shower or change.
Apparently wanted me out of there “before my hubby gets home”; so maybe this was all going on without hubby’s knowledge. His loss I guess, although honestly, I could do without having to satisfy a ‘just watching’ husband as well today. The scenario this woman had suggested to me, and therefore Mistress Cassandra seemed delightfully clinical and impersonal, I’d prefer to keep it that way.
In discussing what people do on the weekend over just going out together on chapel street. I’m not going to discuss their hobbies and the best encounters I’ve found, so far, occur when barely more than names are exchanged between knocking on the door and getting down to it. This particular woman hadn’t even told me her name. And I liked that. She was a housewife, of the fucking hot trophy-wife variety if her profile pictures were accurate from my area; blonde, busty, bored, and debauched with a keen mind for things kinky and fetishistic.
Eventually, I slipped out of my school shoes and into the white knee- high lace-up, high-heeled latex boots. Fucking in boots, I just have a thing for it. Over the top of those went latex cuffs similar to the ones on my wrists, fastened at the ankles. A quick look around to make sure the neighborhood was still quiet, then I opened the door and hurriedly walked up the street, up the driveway, and knocked on the door. Thankfully no one saw me, no curious neighbors to question why a schoolgirl in slut boots and slave cuffs was walking up to this woman’s house.
We dived right in and a pleasure it was, my body was still trembling uncontrollably, and I experienced a brief moment of panic…what if I passed out and choked? But that thought evaporated as soon as her fist went back up my ass. She went knuckles first this time, the stinging bite against my ring sending searing pain up my spine, quickly followed by waves of orgasmic pleasure as her fist penetrated me deeply, thrusting up inside so hard and quickly I expected it to come out my mouth. I came. I shook. My chains rattled. I screamed through my gag. My head shook, I choked, and spit flew from my mouth as I gagged and tasted bile.
I doubt it was more than two minutes before her grip tightened, she grunted ‘oh,’ with a rising note on the end, she tensed, up on tiptoes, and then with a long, loud ‘AHHH!’ her body relaxed and her hot cunt juice flooded into my mouth. And kept flooding, into my mouth, out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto the floor. I love squirters! She leaned forward, hands on my head, pushing it down, panting, while she recovered from her cum. I took the chance to relax my body a little as well. When she finally took a step back from me, she had composed herself again, and gave me yet another of those sexy smiles and said ‘You are well trained, aren’t you?.’
Walkout to my car – fully clothed – we did after she collected my bag from the living room. Such a mum, but mums don’t surreptitiously grope my ass and finger my crack while walking down the street. I got in and wound down the window to say goodbye. She threw the white rag into the car and held her hand out, saying ‘My dress.’ Oh, okay. Umm… HOT! I slipped the dress off and handed it to her, sitting naked in the driver’s seat except for my collar, cuffs, and white boots, a note taped to my chest, and a five-dollar note taped in my cunt. She turned around and walked off without a further word. I haven’t heard from her, although Mistress Cassandra chats with her on Messenger.
I guess I was going to go directly to Cassie’s house, with its lockup garage attached to the house, so no one in the street could see me like this, rather than home to my parent’s house. Worn out, relaxed, better than sitting in class all afternoon, I started the car and headed off towards Cassandra’s house.
