Jenny’s book of dirty instructions 2

Dating Leon was fantastic! It wasn’t just that he was a proper man with me in bed, teaching me to submit to his handsome black cock, it was that he was so masculine with me when we were out.

Leon had attitude and he had aptitude. My husband plodded along at work and month on month Leon was outstripping him with his business acumen. Leon knew how to make people feel at ease, he knew how to have them trust the company, and so the sales figures soared against his name. I remember the day that they called him in to tell him that they were upgrading his company car in recognition of his stellar success. Two days later Leon came to collect me from our meeting point in a brand new Porsche 911. God, that car was sexy, but even more so was the way that Leon drove it. He would see me into the passenger seat, me wearing my tight little leather skirt, the door would be ‘clunked’ close and he would drive me off first to dinner and then to his bed.

Getting superior cock makes a woman feel terribly arrogant. It’s like a hot secret that explains the world and one that she just aches to tell. I wanted to taunt Brian. I wanted to tell him that I was seeing someone better than him. I wanted to hurt him so very much and that was something that shocked my friend Ruth who was now beginning an affair. I told her though that you had to desist from crowing in the beaten man’s face, for now. You had to accustom him to the reality that you had decided in favour of another.

Humiliating a man by inches

Nothing humiliates a man like the realisation that you fuck with another bloke, ergo, a better bloke. Why would a woman trade one man in for something less? Why would she risk her marriage unless there was something better to replace it with? But having a husband accept that, that his role was now inextricably diminishing requires just a little finesse. It was about gently drawing him to look into the mirror and to see (in his mind) another man beside you and a lesser man, sunken eyed, pasty faced, standing there in front.

Brian came to pussy, to lick me, freely. I was having a lot of sex with my lover and of course that was remodelling me down there. My sex was bigger, looser. It was used to a big weapon working in and out of me. I remember, one evening, as Brian lapped my sex, that he remarked how much more swollen my sex lips were! They were big now, I mean properly lush! But I thought quickly and said that they engorged with blood, that they swelled, because I liked the way that he wanked over my sex, and then licked his own semen from off my pussy. Brian kept on licking. No, he licked harder and deeper! It was like the very idea of me being so superior, demanding that he toss his load and then clean it up, made me more of a siren than ever before! I was very turned on. Every nuzzle with his nose, every slurp with his tongue reminded me of Leon. I was using Brian to have an orgasm thinking of my lover.

‘You liked that didn’t you?’ I asked Brian, stroking his hair as he kissed my sex as dry as any tongue work can really ever do.

He nodded. There, did you see that? He was admitting that he liked me being a bitch. He lied me judging him. He was a tosser who had to lick up his disgusting, premature, uncontrollable, squirting mess.

‘I like you worshipping my cunt’ I said quietly, still stroking Brian’s mop of hair. Ruth was surprised that I used the C word. But you do have to. You have to use it selectively to convey when you are feeling really sexed up, when you feel terribly horny.

‘I love licking your cunt’ Brian had admitted.

‘Good’ I whispered, ‘then I will take a lover and you can lick me out after he has taken me.’

It’s instructional I know, but notice how my lover was first an abstract possibility. He was a dark and brooding male who took me and prompted me to require that my cunt was worshipped. I told Ruth that first off, it was so important that it was established that she had a right to take a lover, that she deserved someone who could fuck her properly and make her feel feminine. That was what all this was all about. I moved Brian into the fantasy world of the other male, taught him to submit to that, in the most humiliating of ways, long before I talked openly about Leon (my real and bold male, his sales competitor) to him.

We started to play sexy little games then. They were humiliating games. I took Brian to the bathroom sink, rolled a sheath onto his cock and then, being careful not to rub it off, I masturbated him into the teat end of the rubber that he wore.

‘Fucking give it me…squirt it’ I sneered in his ear as I jerked him. He was writhing against me but my grip on his cock was absolute. I was going to milk the fucking seed out of him. There, there it was squirting into the teat, like milk into the glass sided reservoir you see in a milking parlour. Brian grimaced. I thought that he would break his teeth! He shoved his cock into my hand and surrendered what I wanted. His sheath teat filled to capacity.

‘Good boy’ I soothed, feeling him slacken against me. A man spent, a weak man spent, isn’t a sexy feeling to have against you. You feel contemptuous. Slowly I peeled the sheath of his trembling cock. I made him lie on the bed and I dripped his own semen into his open mouth.

‘It’s his…from out of my sex’ I said cruelly.

The semen dripped into Brian’s mouth.

‘Swallow it’ I demanded.

Even though it was sticky, warm and wet, Brian swallowed. He swallowed it all down under my direction.