Henry's Gift

‘What are we going to do about that, then?’ her voice was vibrating sensuality and my cock joined the vibration of its rhythm. She stepped behind him now, still pulling onto his hair, keeping his head back, her other hand landing gentle smacks on his right cheek. I stole an anxious glace towards the door of my room, my hand slipping towards the zipper of my pants. 

All of a sudden I realized that there was a genuine possibility of cameras, hidden or otherwise in my room as well. For a moment I paused, my eyes searching for the telltale signs of electronic intruders. I heard a louder smack and as I turned towards the couple in front of me, I saw that she was smacking his cheek harder now. I ignored my paranoia of the camera and unzipped my pants. My hand slipped inside them, freeing my rock hard cock of its restrains and firmly enveloping it with my entire palm. If there really were cameras in the room, I was certain that whoever was watching had seen it all before, and would not care for my reaction to a very sensual and sexy performance that was unraveling in front of my very eyes. After all, this is what I was here for. 

Evie let go of the man’s hair and stopped smacking him. She put her hands on his shoulders, slid them under the edges of the robe and pushed it off his body. His upper torso looked firm, with traces of built up muscles. His chest was slightly hairy and as she reached over him from behind, spreading his robe away from his lap, revealing his strong thighs, and a large, wide cock, which seemed to be in the same state of arousal as mine. I was never the one to sigh over a man’s naked body, not even to look at one properly except in art, but with Evie present, the scene appeared beautiful and sexy. I started stroking my own hardness, not wanting to finish fast, despite my body aching for the ultimate relief. 

Evie straightened up and pushed the man off the chair, making him slide off it awkwardly, landing on his knees. ‘Get off,’ she said needlessly and pulled the now empty chair away from him. She walked around the chair and sat in it, her legs spread wide, one on each side of the seat, revealing the big opening in the crotch of the pants, which I had not noticed before while she was standing up. Her hand slid between her legs and she gently rubbed one of her palms over her shaved pussy, sighing and tilting her head back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. As the hand moved up and down, I could catch glimpses of her clitty. The man knelt in front of her, naked, looking at her face as if he did not notice the inviting pinkness of her pussy that I simply could not ignore. Her hand rubbed up and down her crotch for a while, my own hand catching its rhythm, pleasuring my cock. 

I wished she’d open her vest, so that I could see what the crane was looking at. Her boobs looked very small, but from experience, I knew that smaller breasts kept their beautiful shape for longer. Besides, Evie was young enough to still have impeccable rack, providing she had no kids. One never knows these days, but she did not strike me as a mother. Her appearance as a dominatrix had nothing to do with that impression, I believe. 

‘Clean them!’ she ordered and thrust her boot towards the guy kneeling on the floor. She made sure that the chair was spun around and I had a perfect side view of the pair of them. The naked man bent forward, striking me like a Muslim in deep prayer. He supported his weight with his hands, each on the side of the boot; his head bowed obediently and for a quick moment he rested his forehead on the part of the boot, which covered her toes. No doubt they were just as perfect as the fingers. He lifted his forehead and landed a soft kiss on the boot. 

‘Nnnnnooooo!’ she yelled as her leg twitched into a kick, hitting the man on the side of the face, making him fall over on his side. ‘I said, clean ‘em, you bastard!’

Hurriedly, the man picked himself off the floor, fidgeting back into a kneeling position and started licking the boot. First, the licks were short and quick, followed by longer strokes of the tongue, sliding down the sides of the boot towards the heel. 

‘That’s it,’ said Evie smiling. ‘You might be of some use yet.’ The man kept licking, covering the entire lower part of the boot and I could see her shining clean boot becoming covered in a watery glow of his spit. As he started towards the upper part of the boot, his hand reached for the hem of the pant hose to lift it up. 

Another kick, so swift that it made my head jerk back, landed on the side of his face. ‘Don’t bloody touch me!’ she yelled and the man abandoned the attempt. ‘Hold on,’ she said, now leaning forward, inspecting his work. She shrugged her head as if not completely satisfied, however, not truly complaining either. 

‘Now, the other one!’ she commanded and thrust the other foot forward. As before, the man obeyed, cleaning the boot with his tongue; his face a mask of indifference, although I suspected that the shoe polish that had been used on the boots to make them shine must have tasted absolutely awful. It’s just one of those things one knows, without ever actually tasting it. 

I slowed the hand on my cock a bit. This was not quite as much of a turn on for me. The humiliation was interesting, but it was not what I would call my cup of tea, you understand. My eyes left the man’s tongue and peeped towards Evie’s left hand, which was now again pressed against her crotch, massaging softly. I wondered if she really got enjoyment from this, or was this just an act that she had to put on. For my own sake, I chose the latter, despite the notice that her breathing had become shallow. Her small breasts waving in and out of her torso with each air of breath inhaled and then pushed back out through her slightly parted lips. 

For one horrid moment, Evie’s black wig turned strawberry blond, hair falling down her shoulders to the mid back in a soft mane, curling at the ends. Her delicate face seemed to become slightly wider, her black eyes blue; I grabbed my chest as for one frightening second I thought my youngest daughter Sadie sat in the chair, letting this pathetic man lick her boots. I closed my eyes and lightly shook my head. When my gaze returned to the chair, it was Evie I saw. What on earth was this? My sudden realization that this could have been my daughter and I would be none the wiser? My fear that someone in my family might find out of what I was doing? There was no way that could happen, I trusted Henry that much. God, I didn’t want to toy with the possibility that for a split second I wished it were Sadie. 

I almost jumped out of the chair. The open zipper and my manhood unceremoniously hanging out of my pants prevented me from doing just that. The man in the other room was pathetic? What did that make me? 

‘Alright,’ said Evie, breaking my line of thoughts. The man continued to lick as if not hearing her. ‘Hey! I said,…..’ she said loudly, not quite yelling, the boot that had the honor to be cleaned first, pushing against the man’s chest, making him fall on his arse, ‘…..enough!’ She got out of a chair and started pacing with slow, deliberate steps, circling around the man and the chair like a buzzard. I shivered with the thought of how cold the cement floor must have felt against his bare skin.

‘Now,’ she said, continuing to circle, stealing a glance in my direction every time she stepped behind the man’s back. By this time, he got up, kneeling as told in the first place. ‘Let me guess.’ She nodded to herself, then looked into the mirror and nodded towards me. My hand intensified the squeeze on my cock. Before today, I could never believe that someone’s glance could be that arousing. 

‘No, actually,’ she seemed to change her mind. ‘Why don’t you tell me, what a naughty boy you’ve been?’ The man was not smiling any longer. His eyes followed her as she was pacing around the chair and as far as they could when she was walking past him, without turning his head. 

‘Well?’ she asked and the man murmured something that I could not understand. ‘What?’ she asked and leaned over his shoulder, her cheek touching his. ‘I didn’t hear that.’

The man murmured again, Evie patiently listening for an answer. When he finished whatever he was telling her, his head bowed down, however, her torso shot straight up, her head swung back and she barked a hoarse screech. 

‘Don’t make me laugh!’ she said and I noticed that the laugh lasted for only a few moments; there was no smile to accompany the amusement. Her face became a mask of cruelty. She walked over to the chair and sat down just as she had a little while ago; legs spread wide, soles of the boots resting flat on each side of the chair. I wished that instead of the kneeling man, I were able to see what the crotchless pants revealed. 

‘I’m not a bloody priest!’ she exclaimed, ‘I don’t give two shits about your lying,’ her voice softened a little. Silence followed her outburst and Evie’s head cocked to one side as if trying to solve a puzzle by simply concentrating on its complexity. Again, she reminded me of a bird.

‘Alright, then,’ she said and her eyebrows arched as if she was fed up and had given in to the little game the man tried to play. ‘What else?’ The man’s head shook from side to side in denial. 

Evie slumped forward, her torso resting between her legs, her fingers grabbing the man’s face under the chin. ‘What else?’ she asked, giving the impression that whatever he said, she knew what the real answer was, despite his obviously desperate try to hide it. 

‘What about your sister?’ she asked, and my stomach turned. ‘Have you again thought about your little sister?’ The man shook his head no.

‘Sure?’ A nod followed her question. ‘You did not think about your sister?’ The man shook his head again. ‘No?’ 

She pushed her head so close to his face that her nose was almost touching his. ‘But you see, I know that is not true. I know you think about her a lot.’ This time it was her turn at nodding. ‘I know you think how it used to be. When she wanked you off and you enjoyed it!’ This time, there was no nodding or shaking of the head. The man’s face smoothed over, his ears pushed slightly back like in a cat ready to pounce, and for a moment I thought this was an expression of his anger and that he would punch her in the face. ‘You think about that, don’t you?’ Their faces were perfectly still. Two pair of eyes did not blink. The bodies were like sculptures, if they were to move, it would be to break in half. ‘You do, I know you do,’ she whispered and closed her eyes. The man closed his eyes, too. Her fingers brushed his cheek softly, rubbed the bridge of his nose and caressed his eyes. ‘And that’s bad!’ 

‘Yes,’ a soft whimper escaped the man’s chest. He bowed his head and the face cringed in attempt to cry. A tear actually slid down his face. I was mortified. Did I want to be this intimate with them? With him? 

‘You think about that when you’re fucking your girlfriend, don’t you?’ her voice was still barely audible whisper. 

‘Yes,’ so was his.

‘You think about that when you’re alone,’ he nodded, ‘in the shower.’ His head kept repeating the motion of admission. 

‘Ye…ee..es,’ now, he was actually crying. 

‘Ooooh,’ she let out a deep breath, sounding like she felt sorry for him. She felt sorry for what was to come, as the naughtiness of this man needed to be punished and she was to be the executioner of that.