Page 8 of Loving Her: The Kinky Affair

When Samantha took her hands off my breasts, she applied more oil to her hands. I had laid down on the bed, waiting for a good fuck. Samantha went straight for my groin. I grinned, thinking that she wanted to lick me. But she rubbed my vulva and clitoris with the oily hand.

“Arh, I think I want to cum,” I screamed.

Samantha used two oily fingers to try to hold my slippery, wet clitoris. The sensation drove me to wilder ecstasy than before, and I screamed. She then poured some oil on my vagina before she got up to put on her strap. She took the dildo andrubbed oil on it, too. She went over to me again and rubbed more oil against my vulva.

I was uncontrollably horny and hit my hands on the bed and simultaneously raised my buttocks and touched my nipples. Then she placed a pillow beneath my waist, and after that, we kissed again. I had parted her thighs wide for her to thrust inside me.

Now I wanted a penis in my vagina so badly that I was already touching the dildo. It was the size of Kyle's penis, but unlike him, the vibrator would not come inside of me and get tired. It was the beautiful part of it.

Samantha took me missionary style with our breasts rubbing against each other. Then, she jerked me slowly and later faster. I moaned, and soon Samantha joined the moans. But my moan was the louder of the two, especially as I released my juice. Samantha pulled out of me and let my juice sprinkle.

But Samantha was not through with me yet, and she went one more time with me. I had cramps from relentless thrusting inside my pussy. Kyle would be jealous seeing me like this, dripping and howling. The dildo strapped on Samantha’s waist had done to me what Kyle had placed a bet against his friends on and won.

When Samantha got up, the bed sheet under me was wet with my cum, and my legs shook uncontrollably. My pussy wanted more even though I felt the dildo go deeper inside me than any man, including Kyle, ever did.

She passed the dildo and the strap to me, “It’s my turn.”

I managed to pull myself together and had a lick of Samantha's cunt. She was quite creamy, and she howled at every lick of her horn.

“I need a good fuck,” she said and grabbed my head to stay on her groin for more licking.

When Samantha let go of me, I had the strap on and dived into her pussy. I thrust into her as fast as I could, and seeing her grab the sheet in excitement drove me harder. I pushed harder inside her, trying to make her feel what she made me feel.

Then, Samantha came with her juice on the dildo. I wanted to stop, but she screamed, "Go slowly, slowly, yeah," and I did as she had instructed until her juice flowed more. I pulled out of her pink pussy, and as I stared at her, I imagined Kyle staring at me after a good fuck.

Then, my phone rang.

“I need to get that,” I said and stood. It was Kyle. I spoke with him for a while and hung up.

“Who was that?” Samantha asked.

“Kyle. My husband. He wants me home,” I said.

“So, are you leaving now? Do you want to leave me like this?” she asked.

“What do you want?” I asked with my hands in the air.

"I love what you made me feel. It is different, a special feeling that I haven't got in a long while. I am just wondering why it can’t continue to be so,” she said as she sat up on the bed.

"Samantha, you and I don't share the same orientation. You aren't into men as such. I am, and you are an excellent plus to me. I'm not saying I don't feel a thing for you or that you didn't make the sex great, but I feel something unique for Kyle," I said.

“So, Andrea, am I just going to forget about you? Now I feel I shouldn’t have accepted to help you when you came to me crying.”

“I am not ungrateful for your help. But what you want is a huge one, something that will change me. You have to give me some time to decide. For now, I need to go home.”

After saying that, I got into the bathroom to wash up. Samantha was moody on the bed when I returned to the room to dress up. I didn't say anything to her until I was fully dressed up. By then, she had walked up to me and wrapped her arms around me from behind.

I held her arms and promised, “I will be back for you.”

Samantha withdrew from me after a while and sat down as I left her house. I thought of Kyle and the time I had left to be a dominatrix and what could happen after that. I thought of what Samantha wanted from me and what it meant for me.

My emotions ran high, and my heart thumped as I sat at the back of the cab home. Everything had changed in almost six months, and now, I had to decide on the future I wanted – with Kyle or Samantha.

Chapter Five

Kyle sat in a corner of the room looking crestfallen when I got home that late afternoon. I put on a frown to mask my agitation. I was the dominatrix, and I had to act like one.

"Why were you calling me? I thought I told you I wouldn't be home. Yet, you called me every thirty minutes," I asked and walked past him.

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