Part 1 - https://onlyfans.com/212441923/ellastarfire I knew..

Part 1 - https://onlyfans.com/212441923/ellastarfire

I knew you'd call the next morning and there were the messages when I first woke up. Five missed calls, 2 voicemails, 3 texts. All basically repeating the same frantic message, “I'm begging you, don't do this.” I didn't reply at first. I was going to leave you to sweat and the idea of how worried you were filled me with joy and made me feel powerful. I lay in bed for a while, browsing my phone, cancelling your calls whenever you tried to get through to me. Soon enough, your wife would be lying in this bed with me, and any number of big cocked Bulls. I smiled at the thought.

Eventually, you became too impatient and showed up at my front door. Well, that was unacceptable. I opened the door and raised an eyebrow at you. “How dare you show up at my home unannounced, cuck,” I said, in my usual firm but sweet voice. That look of anger on your face was instantly replaced with your submissive little guilty expression. You looked down at your feet as you said, “Mistress, please. I don't want you to corrupt my wife.”

I laughed, and grabbed you by the ear, pulling you into the house and into the living room. “Of course I was expecting you,” I laughed. “Get on your knees.”

You shook your head. “No, Mistress Ella, please. I need to talk to you first. I'm serious.”

“I'm serious, too,” I laughed, pointing at the floor in front of my feet. “We can talk when you're on your knees.”

“But you are just trying to manipulate me, Mistress,” you said, as you began to get down onto your knees. Like your body and your voice were being operated by two different people. “And ...”

I put my finger on your mouth. “Shut up now. I'm going to do the talking.”

You nodded and closed your lips together, looking up at me anxiously. I towered over you, stroking your cheek gently. “Now, listen,” I said. “I've heard so much about your wife I just needed to see her in person. It's not my fault that you shared so much about your marriage with me. And I'm a size queen. Hearing about your wife being stuck in a monogamous relationship with your tiny dick gives me this horrible feeling in my stomach. I knew I needed to help her. I need to save her from a life of terrible sex with a terrible little cuck like you.”

“But it's just a fantasy I shared with you,” you said, looking up at me with those pathetic scared eyes. “I don't think I'm ready for it to happen for real.”

I laughed, shaking my head at you. “Don't you get it? It's not about what you're ready for. It's about what she is ready for. She's long overdue a good fucking and I'm going to give it to her.”

You gulped. “You?”

“Well, of course,” I smiled. “Just me and my dildo. That's ok with you, isn't it?”

I saw a little smile of relief forming at the corner of your lips. I could see you disappearing into a fantasy of watching me and your wife have wild lesbian sex while you sat in the corner. “Yes Mistress,” you said. And I reached down and grabbed you by the crotch to confirm my suspicions that you were now hard. I unzipped your pants and took your little cock into my hand and started to stroke it softly.

“That turns you on, doesn't it?” I asked. “Thinking about me and your wife... rolling around on the bed together... your wife's tongue on my wet pussy... my dildo in hers...”

You nodded and I felt a little dribble of precum on my hand. I let go of your cock so that you could lick my hand clean before resuming.

“Oh yes, you'll have such an amazing night watching us fuck. And I'll even let you stroke your cock while you watch us. I'll even let you clean us.”

Such a pathetic little man. I heard your breath shortening as you held back your instincts to moan with the pleasure of my hand unenthusiastically stroking your cock.

“What do you say?” I asked.

You said, “Thank you, Mistress Ella.” Though you had a bit of a stammer as you were struggling to contain the pleasure of my showing attention to your little dick.

I said, “You're welcome. And then once I've had that amazing night with your wife, I'm going to introduce her to my boyfriend. I've already shown him her picture and he's up for stretching her out.”

You looked up, vulnerable little eyes pleading with me instantly to take back what I just said.

“She needs a real cock, cuck,” I said, feigning guilt at having to be the one to tell you. “I'm sorry. I'm doing her a favour. And you might not realise it yet, but I'm doing you a favour too.”

You shook you head. “Please, Mistress. Don't do this.”

I smiled, tapping you on the cheek with my hand. “Cum,” I said. And you obediently came almost instantly all over my carpet, like the weak little bitch you are.