The Bishop, His Slut, And A Third Party 13
“Good day Ma’am, I was told you asked to see me.” I quickly greeted the Bishop’s wife, still wondering why she asked to see me in her bedroom. No one else is up here, just she and I.
“Yes I sent for you. Can you tell me why you are here?”
“I don’t understand you Ma’am.”
“Are you daft? What are you doing here? What do you want from the Bishop? What is your own story?”
“I still don’t understand you Ma’am.”
“Oh! I guess we have a dumb blonde in the mansion. Okay let me come down to your level. What do you want from Bishop Marc, my husband? Why are you trying to seduce him?”
“Again, I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Oh shut up! I see how you look at him, I see you make faces at him, I saw how you rushed to embrace him the other day. What exactly do you want from him? Must I remind you that he is not just a married man but also an ordained man of God.”
“What are you saying Ma’am?”
“Quit trying to seduce my husband. He is not your type. Stop tempting him and stop throwing yourself at him.”
At this point, I can’t help laughing. What does this woman know that she is ranting about? I feel nothing but pity for her right now, she has no idea she’s married to a freak. How naive can some women be? It’s either she’s in denial or she’s plainly stupid.
“And why are you laughing? What is funny? You see, right from the first day I was told of your arrival, I knew you are nothing but trouble. The first day I saw you in the church, I knew you were a slut. I saw how you undressed my husband with your eyes. You were practically leaking juices all over the floor.”
What? A Bishop’s wife is allowed to talk like this? For real? I thought they said she is a do-gooder? What the hell is going on here? And by the way, she’s wearing a very short dress and I just noticed her fine smooth legs. She notices my eyes on her legs and she crosses them making her laps very visible. What is she trying to do? Damn! Flora was right, she’s a pretentious slut.
“Are we done here? Can I go now Ma’am?”
“You will not walk out on me you dumb blonde.” she gets up and makes to stop me from leaving. I step aside.
“I am tired of standing here and listening to your insults. If you have a problem because you think I am trying to seduce the Bishop, don’t worry, I am not the type to go after married men. So please leave me the fuck alone!”
“Listen to me fake blonde, I know you are a horny slut. I also know you have eyes for my husband, stay away from him. I will do anything to protect my man from sluts like you so keep off.”
“What if your husband likes sluts?”
“Well then I guess the guys I paid to Slut proof the mansion missed a spot. That’s why you are here. But I can assure you that I will get rid of you one way or the other before I let you sink your horny fangs into my husband. Your slut days in this house are numbered.”
“Wow! Hold up lady, you don’t get a Bitch pass just because you are the Bishop’s wife. Yes! That’s right, I said it. When I heard you sent for me, I thought you had something important to say but now I see you called me here to show me your gangster wife attitude thinking you can get away with crapping all over me, oh hell No, I’ll be damned if I let you keep talking to me like that. I’ve been through too much in life that at this time, nothing life throws at me scares me anymore, even if life is going to use you as a ball. If you are going to act like an ass, I’m going to have to treat you like an ass no matter who the ass belongs to. So now sister Georgina, what’s it gonna be?”
“Ohh! I see someone is feisty. I must say that I underestimated you. No bitch has ever talked when I’m talking in this house.”
“Well, you can’t always win. And please, stop thinking I want your husband. I must warn you that I always get what I want. If I want the Bishop, I will have the Bishop and if I want you, I will have you.”
Okay, did I just say that? What was I thinking. She really provoked me but I know that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have said such nonsense but there is no way I can take it back. It’s already out there, it’s just for me to wait for her outburst.
“Oh really? You think you can have me? You are not my type, I can do better.”
“You think? You really think you can do better than me.” I say and step so close to her so she can feel my breath on her face.
“Yes dumbo, you are not my type. You think you are all that because you have a bleached skin and a fake blonde, but you are not even that pretty or sexy.”
What else was I expecting? Of-course she’s trying to be all gangster and strong but I can see that she’s bothered by my face so close to her’s. I can tell she is in denial of exactly how she feels right now. I can see her breasts rising and falling with every breath she takes in and exhales. But wait, is the Bishop’s wife really a slut? Is she really getting turned on by me being so close to her? I watch as her demeanor changes. She is laden with lust, her eyes glaze. I may be wrong about her, but well, there is only one way to find out. I take my hand and place it on her shoulder, I expected her to shift away, but she didn’t. I trail my my hand on her neck till I get up to her chin and lift her face up. A sound escaped her lips. I can swear it was a moan. ‘Blessing, stop this madness,’ a voice in my head yells. But no way, I want to see how this will end. If anything, I want her to stop me by herself. With her chin in my hand and her lip raised up at me, I lean closer to her, I expect her to push me away but she does not. I am not scared of anything right now, she won’t say anything to anyone giving how she’s feeling right now. Her nipples are hard and noticeable through her dress, very obvious she has no bra, what do I do now? I didn’t think she will let me get this far with her. Well for some reason, I expected anxiety to take over me, but it didn’t come. I feel really bold, I want to pull back but I just can’t. Not now. I’m going the whole nine yards, let her stop me.
“So you say I’m not your type and I can’t have you?” I ask her amidst heavy breaths.
“Yes.” she practically moans.
“We’ll see about that Mrs Bishop.” I reply and dive in for her lips.
Funny, she didn’t stop me. She kisses me right back and moans into my mouth. ‘Blessing, what the hell are you doing?’ there’s that little voice in my head again. ‘Fuck off and let me be’. I’ll be damned if I leave here without making this slut purr like my bitch. But wait, this is not nice, I can’t do this, it’s not right at all. My loyalty is to the Bishop, how will he feel if he finds out. It’s as if something hit the back of my head, knocking some sense into me. So I pull away from the kiss.
“I’m Sorry Ma’am, I don’t know what came over me. I need to leave now.” I apologize.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“I want to leave now if you don’t mind.”
“Leave? To where? After what you just started? Were you tempting me? Are you trying to make fun of me? How dare you?”
“Noo, not so Ma’am. I’m sorry.” I turn and run to the door but a sound of clothes being shredded catches my attention. I stop and turn around, I can’t believe what I am seeing. She has ripped her clothes completely. What???
“Open that door and I will scream that you tried to take advantage of me.”
“What? Why? Common, stop this Georgina. I am a woman like you, how is it possible for a woman to take advantage of another woman? You think you are in the movies or something? Besides, no one will believe you.”
“Wanna bet? Who do you think people will believe? An upright woman like me who has practically lived all her life serving God, or a nobody my husband picked from the street and gave a life? They know me, but do they know you? You won’t last in this mansion, and I will also throw you in jail.”
“You are kidding right?”
“Try me!”
“The Bishop won’t believe you.”
“Not when it’s made public. He will do what is right in the eyes of the public, especially the church. So be careful.”
“What do you want?”
“Lock the door and I will tell you.”
I can’t believe it. What have I gotten myself into? Blessing!! You never learn. I shut the door and push the bolt, so that no one can come in even if they have the card for the door. A Chill goes down my spine as I hear the lock engage with a beep. I now turn to face her.
“I bought you a gift.” she says with a grin.
“I want nothing from you. Now tell me what you want from me so I can be on my way.”
“I don’t remember telling you that you have a choice here. Listen, you will do whatever I say and however I ask you to do it. Do you understand?” the grin is gone and is replaced with a frown.
“Yes ma’am. Now what do you want?”
She opens the drawer by her bed and brings out a leather. It looks like a belt at first but I’m pretty sure it’s a slave collar. What does this devil want to do to me? I swallow hard and take a real deep breath. She smiles and throws the leather on the bed, asking me to pick it up. I obey her, I pick up the leather collar and look at. It’s thick and well made and is definitely not cheap. Holding this leather in my hand right now reminds me of Savior. I miss him. Suddenly, she takes the leather from me and walks behind me, I feel her raise my long hair up and wraps the collar around my neck, then she fastens the buckle, making sure it’s snug but not too tight.
“There, let’s see how that looks,” she says as she forcefully turns my head to look at her. “That is so hot,” she exclaims.
I must say, I feel really embarrassed right now, I can understand a man making me his slave and forcing me to submit, but not a woman. I never thought this was possible.
“Hey! You seem lost in thought? You should be concentrating on me and nothing else. Now get down on your hands and knees where you belong.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I gasp and quickly drop to the floor.
“Good girl.” she says as she sits on her couch and kicks her shoes off. “Now I want you to worship my feet.”
“Yes Ma`am,” I reply.
I have never done this before, I know of foot jobs and foot fetish, but I’ve never taken part in it. This is crazy, I want to quit right now but I can’t dare. I take the foot she offers to me in my hands and begin to massage the undersides. My fingers sink deep into the soft flesh. For the first time since she took over me, I look her in her eyes and I can tell she is enjoying what I am doing and she starts to let out soft moans.
“Mmmmmmm, there, that’s nice. Now I want you to use your mouth to massage my feet. Start by cleaning the bottom real nice, and make sure you get in between all my toes. Suck my toes and lick my enter feet, ”
I clear my throat and nod. Not like I really like this, but seeing how her eyes rolls back into her head fascinates me. Now I want to see how nutty and wild this (holier-than-thou) woman really is. I lift her foot up and begin to lick the bottom. I roll my tongue on her entire sole, I flick my tongue inbetween her toes. I must admit, she’s got a very sexy feet, her nails are painted pepper red. I can’t believe I’m getting turned on just licking her feet. What can I say? I am a slut and I know it, I can’t blame myself right now, her moan is sexy too. She’s purring like a kitten.
“Tell me how much you love my feet slave,” she says.
“Mm, I love your feet so much Ma’m. They are so perfect, and…” wait, what the fuck am I even saying?
“Mistress, call me Mistress.” she interrupts me.
“Okay Mistress, you have very sexy feet and really………”
“…And how do they smell?” she interrupts me again.
“They smell wonderful Mistress.”
“And how do they taste?”
“They taste wonderfully sweet.”
I didn’t mean to say that, feet don’t taste sweet. Shut up Blessing. If I really want to keep feeling this, I must blend in and enjoy this, after all, I enjoy her reactions to my ministrations.
“Is your pussy wet?” she asks.
“Mm hm,” I nod, my wide eyes looking up at her while I lick and suck her toes. That is the truth though, my pussy is wet, yes I know! I am a hopeless slut.
“I want you to take off your panties, but do not stop licking me.”
Now, that is going to be difficult. I have to take off my panties but I can’t stop licking her feet? Let’s see how this is going to play out. My left hand holds her foot firmly as I suck while I try to pull off my panties. I struggle and struggle until I am finally able to tug one slide down, with a bit more wiggling, I am finally able to tug down the other side.
“Hand your panties over.”
I lift up the soiled panties and offer it to her. She takes it and sniffs it. Seeing her do that turns me on even more and this causes me to pay extra attention to her feet. Who could have thought that the Bishop’s wife is a pervasive slut.
“Mmmmm, smells yummy. You are such a good girl.” she moans loud as the special foot massage sends thrilling signals up her legs and straight to her pussy.
Finally, she takes her foot away from me and puts them back in her heels. I watch as she gets up and stares down at me. Then she takes hold of the leash around my neck and drags me, I crawl on my hands and knees and follow her as she leads me to the bed. Letting go of the leash, she lies on the bed and motions for me to join her.
“Have you tasted pussy before?” she asks.
“No mistress.”
I cautiously remove the shredded piece of clothes barely covering her body, pausing to make sure I am reading her cues correctly. She closes her eyes while I remove her panties. She kisses me, then pushes me down.
“Well then, consider my pussy your first, and you better do it well. Let’s see what you can do, I give you 5minutes to make me cum.”
She spreads her legs and the smell of her nectar fills the room, I savor it. She tilts her hips impatiently, but I take my time. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears urging me on, the throb of blood flooding my thoughts, but still I take my time. Finally, I tilt my head and kiss the insides of her thigh. I can tell this frustrates her by the way she exhales in a pout and remains tense. As I continue my tender trail of kisses, my hand runs the length of her other leg down from the knee to her hip. I graze her hip in several lazy circles before positioning my grip firmly on her sides. My fingers dig into her and she yelps. I stretch my arms to feel her gorgeous breasts and lower my lips to her clit. First I kiss, sucking gently and then rub my tongue slightly underneath. She lets the tension in her body finally release and her legs fall open. One of my hands trace down her body and cup her ass while the other remains rubbing at one of her hard nipples. I widen my tongue and drag it up along her pussy. I press in hard on her clit, but keep my tongue flat and deliver tiny pulses. I am surprised at how much the strong aroma of her pussy mixed with the leather around my neck is affecting me as my head feels light and I feel a rush through my body. My pink tongue eagerly laps at her pussy as she teases me.
“Lick that fucking cunt bitch. Get all that pussy in your mouth baby. I know you love eating my pussy.”
My hand moves from her ass and I wet my fingers with her moistness, then slid two inside her to rub behind her clitoris. A heavy moan emanates from her throat. Her hips raise and she presses into my mouth. I form my lips around her clit and deliver my final invocation, I suck on it gently. Her thighs fly up and her body tenses.
“Fuck!” she cries. “Holy fuck! I’m cumming.” She pushes against my head, but I don’t move until her orgasm completely subsides.
Her recovery was short. Instead of satiating her, I have just discovered that I have ignited a fire, obviously, she isn’t done with me just yet.
“Wow! Wow! Wow! That was amazing. You are indeed talented, it’s hard to believe it’s your first time eating pussy. But we are just getting started here.”
She uses her legs to push me away, then she gets up and stands in front me. I’m Back on my knees now, she holds the leash and pulls me up to my feet. Then she pulls my mouth onto her erect nipples.
“Suck my nipples baby.”
I hungrily take her nipple into my mouth. I suck on it hard, trying to draw as much of her breast as possible into my mouth but she pushes my head back sharply by the leash and then squeezes my cheeks, making my mouth open reflexively, allowing a wad of my saliva to drain down in a thread from my mouth to hers. My eyes grow wide as I accept her mouth willingly. She pulls back and I can see a smile of wicked delight sweeping across her face. It’s as if she just realized that I will do anything she wants so she does not blackmail me. But one thing she does not know is that she didn’t need to blackmail me for me to do things to her. I mean, she is fucking hot. I wonder why she hides her beautiful figure in those ridiculous outfits.
She pushes my head back on her nipple. “Suck it, suck my nipple slut. You want some of mama’s milk don’t you baby. You like sucking on that juicy tit. Get you some more of that delicious tit baby.”
She purrs as I lick and suck on her breasts. I am very turned on right now by her dirty talk but how is this even possible that this is the same do-gooder of a Bishop’s wife? I can’t relate, no I just can’t comprehend. It’s like she’s a whole different person. I have to take a look at her face to be sure it’s the same person. Yup, it’s her alright. What the hell? But why am I so surprised? Imagine her husband.
She pushes me back down on my knees again and turns around, she spreads her legs and bends down a little. “Now lick, lick my pussy from behind. Show me how much you love the taste of my pussy.”
I go crazy, this is so fucking hot. I drive my face between her legs from behind and lap at her pussy. The smell of her pussy from behind intoxicates me, I become a woman possessed because I am so turned on right now, my whole mind has gone away and I lick and suck her in a crazed manner, it’s as if I can’t get enough of her. Yes, I am a nymphomaniac, I already know that. She turns around and roughly drags me by the leash and flings me on the bed. I feel pain around my neck but I am too hot to care. I am now lying on my back waiting for what she has next for me. She walks over to her fudge and comes back carrying an ice tray. She takes cubes and moves it lightly, ever so slowly over my delicate flesh. The ice cold sensations causes bumps to pop on my flesh, drawing soft moans from me. She traces patterns around my breasts, little circles as the ice begin to melt and the cold water drip down the sides of my breasts. The ice almost feels as if it is stabbing my nipples as she pushes the cold ice into my soft pink nubs which harden, causing me to groan loudly. Then she moves the ice down my stomach, around my belly button until she reaches my pussy. She teases my delicate cunt lips causing me to try to raise myself off the bed to meet her hands but she pulls back and leaves me hanging.
“You are so wet now baby, I can see your cunt glistening with your juice. You are such a dirty girl. Are you dying to get something in your cunt?”
Without saying a word, I nod my head.
“Well then, I will like to see you play with your pussy for me. I want you to feel how wet your cunt is. Go on, touch it.”
Her dirty talk really sends me over the edge. I feel so naughty and so hot. I do as she directed, I dip my finger into my pussy, probing, feeling the sensations as I become more and more excited.
“You are such a dirty slut. Pretending like you didn’t want to be with me. But you are really a naughty girl aren’t you? Teasing me? Acting like you are something you are not? It took my blackmailing you to get you to submit to me. You love getting off for me right now yeah? You love playing with your sweet pussy for me don’t you?”
She keeps talking dirty and asking me naughty questions but I don’t answer her. I’m just glad that I can finally feel something inside my pussy even if it’s my own finger. I try to ignore her and begin to rub my clit and probe my pussy hole. I feel her hand squeeze my nipples. Then she coats her fingers with her saliva and uses it to trace my nipples, gently tweaking them.
“You like it when I play with your tits? They are sensitive aren’t they baby? I bet you will love me to lick them, suck those hard nipples in my mouth. I bet you’d love that.”
I can’t believe this is really the Bishop’s wife? Like seriously? What kind of world are we living in? It’s true when they say there is a slut in every woman. They just pretend because they don’t want to be judged. I don’t really care about that right now, I’m just loving what I’m feeling right now and I don’t want it to end. For the first time, a woman is dominating me.
“Take your finger out of your pussy and it in your mouth baby. I want to see you taste your own pussy juice. Taste yourself.” she urges me as I probe hard in my cunt.
It’s almost as if I’m in a trance as I open my mouth and looking at her as she stares at me, I remove my finger and do as she had ordered. I put the finger in my mouth and suck on it, licking my own juice off my finger.
“You’re so wicked, so hot, see how hot you just made me. Play with your pussy again. Play with your clit.”
I do as she asks and run my clit which is now throbbing like crazy. I am so fucking high on horny. I close my eyes as I feel her between my legs and spread my legs even wider. I can feel her breath now between my legs. Next thing I know, I feel her warm tongue slide over my fingers. In just seconds, her tongue replaces my fingers and takes charge of my pussy. She teases my clit with her tongue and then slides it between my folds. Oh my god! The Bishop’s wife is eating my pussy. The same pussy her husband ate last night. Oh Blessing! You are so finished. Who fucks a husband and a wife in the same house. I feel like I’m betraying the Bishop, I feel I should stop this, but who am I kidding? I can’t stop this now, not with the way I’m feeling. Her tongue feels so good on my pussy, she eats pussy so fucking well. She slides her tongue into my pussy, closing her mouth over my pussy lips and taking in all my juice. Oh this can’t be happening, she eats pussy like a dog lapping milk.
I can’t help it, I need to give my sensitive nipples some attention, I place my both hands on my breast and play with my nipples, pulling, twisting the hard little nubs as she now pushes my butt off the bed just a bit, exposing more of my pussy as she tongues my slit with abandon. I have lost count of how many times I have reached orgasm. She will let me cum and after I have calmed down, she will continue with her assault on my pussy, using her tongue. She plunges two fingers into my pussy and I go berserk, my body is building up to a powerful climax as my legs tremble. My butt is pounding up and down the bed and my feet pressing down the mattress and lifting my butt off the bed, meeting her head which is bobbing up and down trying to stay in contact with my pussy. As soon as I come down from that mind blowing climax, my body goes limb. Finally, she pulls her mouth away from my pussy and moves up on me, I feel the tips of her breasts roll along my stomach until she snakes her body up and lies on top of me. She kisses me, her tongue moving quickly into my mouth and meeting no resistance at all. I welcome her and suck on her tongue, licking every trace of my pussy juice off her mouth as I allow her to explore my mouth.
“Did you enjoy me eating your pussy baby?”
I nod.
“Your pussy tastes delicious. I can eat you anytime you want. I wish I can spend the whole day with you but His Lordship will soon be back. I’m going to miss you. I hope I will see you again soon?”
In as much as I loved what we had done, I wouldn’t want to continue doing it. I can’t betray the Bishop like this, it felt right but even a nymphomaniac like me knows it is so wrong. The Bishop does not deserve this.
“We’ll see about that.” I said to her with a grin as I take off the collar that leashed my neck. I begin to get dress and I look in the mirror to straighten up, I see that the collar has left a mark on my neck. Now this is bad, how will I hide it from Flora and especially the Bishop? I am in so much trouble now.
Georgina does not seem pleased with my response, but she should be glad I am not giving her an outright answer because she won’t like it. But this, cannot happen again. She gets up and opens all her windows, I’m guessing to get rid of the smell of cum all over the room.
“Good bye Ma’am.”
“Hey! It’s not goodbye. I hate goodbyes. It’s see you later.”
I smile, “Alright then, see you later Ma’am.”