Literotic asexstories – Elizabeth’s Son-in law Day 02 by skinnysailor,skinnysailor
I spent the morning cleaning the basement. For that I wore a very plain, short sleeve dove grey short sleeve dress. It’s hem was half way down my calves, and for shoes plain dark grey round toe flats.
After lunch Elizabeth told me to wear my boobs, bra and panties, and lace top white nylons. She locked on my hobble ankle straps and black satin maid’s dress.
“A bit more blush on your cheeks. And I bought you this slutty pink lipstick, because you’re just a cheap whore. Aren’t you?”
I blushed and looked down.
“I SAID, aren’t you!”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
“Humph. Well, get back to work. I want the living room thoroughly dusted. Be very careful with my collection.”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
Her collection was a half dozen ceramic statuettes of eighteenth century nobility. Ladies in elegant gowns and men in polished shoes with big buckles and coats with tails. But, if you turned them just so, the lady’s fan covered the front of her dress which was open and she had two fingers in her cunt, pleasuring herself. And one of the gentlemen held his feathered hat to obscure his big hard cock sticking out of is trousers. That sort of erotica.
‘Ding Dong.’
“You. Get the door.”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
Doris and Marsha were on the porch. Doris in an ankle length red fox fur, and Marsha in a flowing grey fur trimmed silver satin cape.
“Please come in ladies. May I take your coats?”
They were older ladies, dressed conservatively. Doris in a pastel green blouse and a smoky green ankle length pleated skirt. A long pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings and bracelet were her jewelry. Marsha wore a mid calf length, long sleeve, dark blue dress with a grid of tiny white diamonds. Her jewels were a brush of fine gold chain earrings, and a short gold chain necklace.
I’d met them before. They lived a few doors north of Elizabeth, and were semi retired lawyers.
Elizabeth and the ladies cheek kissed.
As I hung up their furs they headed towards the living room. “Coffee, tea, or something stronger?”
“Coffee would be wonderful.”
“Go make coffee. A fresh pot. And some biscuits.”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
“So, what’s new with you two?”
They quit talking when i returned with the coffee service on a tray.
“Put it there.” She stared pouring into the three cups as soon a I set the tray on the coffee table.
“Come here, dear. Let me get a good look at you.”
“Yes Mam.”
“Come. You may address me as Ms. Marsha.”
“Thank you Ms. Marsha.”
“Turn around slowly, dear. Let me get a good look at you.”
I blushed.
“I love the hobble chain between her shoes. Nice legs.” said Doris.
I blushed more.
“What do you say to the lady?” Growled Elizabeth.
“Thank you mam.”
“Mistress Doris,” She purred, “Come closer.”
Her hand stroked up my inner thigh, and under the hem of my dress. I looked down.
“Proper posture, chin up, eyes straight ahead!”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
Doris tugged my cock cage and fondled my balls through the thin material of my panties.
Marsha moved, making room between her and Doris on the couch. “Sit here dear.”
They sipped their coffee and talked about the politics at ‘the club’. I gathered the president of the club was called ‘Grand Mistress’ or ‘Grand Master’. I zoned out.
“Pardon Mistress Doris?” I realized she’s said something to me.
“I said, are you a cocksucker, dear?”
“NO, Mistress Doris.”
“Oh, so emphatic. Are you sure, dear? You dress like a cock sucking faggot.” The contrast between her soft gentle voice and her words was extreme.
“No, no, Mistress Doris. Straight, yes Mam, really straight, um……..” I realized I was blabbing.
“Pity, isn’t it?”
“I agree.” Said Elizabeth.
“I imagine,” said Marsha, “those sweet lips would be right at home, wrapped around a big hard cock.”
“My first marriage was to a cock sucking faggot. I didn’t know,” said Mistress Doris, “until we went to a gay bar (at his suggestion) ”
“You never mentioned this. What happened?” Said Elizabeth.
“Well, I realized right away it was a gay bar. But I though, OK, a walk on the wild side, what the hell? And I didn’t think anything of it when Dick went for a pee.
“But, after just one more beer he had to go again, it dawned on my what was going on. So I gave him a few minutes then followed to the ‘men’s’. And sure enough, there he was on his knees with a big chubby in his mouth.”
“What did you do?”
“I went quietly back to our table. Then when we were snuggling in bed that night, I asked him how long he’d been a cocksucker.
“So, I got my first strapon, and he’d suck it, and if Dickie was a good boy, I’d give him a good hard pegging with it.”
“Is that why you divorced him?”
“Oh, fuck no. Our sex life was the only thing we liked about each other in the end.
“Then I met my Marsha.”
I screwed up my courage. “How long have you two been a couple?”
“Oh, ages.” Purred Marsha. “Then when same sex marriage was legalized we tied the knot.”
Shortly, the ladies left, and Elizabeth supervised me as I prepared supper. She was quiet through supper. When I finished cleaning up she unlocked the zipper of my dress, but not my shoes, and sent me to my room.
I undressed and was about to pull on my nightie when she came into my room, lovingly stroking her switch. She had the hint of a glimmer in her eyes.
“You did not ask my guests permission before asking them a personal question. You know better.”
“Yes Elizabeth.”
“Over the edge of the bed.”
“Yes Elizabeth.” I choked out.
Ten! Ten terrible swats with her switch.
I pulled my nightie on and finally fell asleep with a sore butt and feet still locked in the painful high heels.
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