Pandora and Sean sat at the dining room table, sipping on a fine glass of Merlot. The table was set with their finest silverware, candles casting a soft glow on the tablecloth. Sean couldn’t help but stare at Pandora as she brought the fork to her mouth, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, her large breasts heaving with each breath.
“Sean, you really outdid yourself with this dinner,” Pandora said, her voice sultry and seductive. “The steak is cooked to perfection.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Sean replied, his eyes never leaving Pandora’s chest.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Sean’s heart raced as he got up to answer it, hoping it wasn’t the neighbors complaining about the noise. But when he opened the door, he was surprised to see a large black man standing there.
“Pandora, I presume?” the man said, his voice deep and commanding.
“Yes, that’s me,” Pandora replied, getting up from her seat. “And you must be Jamal.”
Jamal stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Sean. “And who’s this?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
“This is Sean, my…submissive,” Pandora said, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Sean’s heart raced as he watched Pandora and Jamal exchange a heated look. He knew what was about to happen, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and jealousy.
Pandora led Jamal to the living room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. Sean followed behind them, his cock already hard in his pants.
“Take off your clothes, Sean,” Pandora commanded, her voice firm.
Sean did as he was told, stripping down to his boxers. He sat down on the couch, his hands in his lap as he watched Pandora and Jamal.
Pandora undressed Jamal slowly, her fingers tracing over his muscular chest and abs. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear, and Jamal grinned, his eyes flicking to Sean.
Pandora straddled Jamal, her pussy wet and ready. She ground against him, moaning as he grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. Sean watched as Pandora’s breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect.
“Fuck me harder, Jamal,” Pandora commanded, her voice breathy and needy.
Jamal did as he was told, pounding into Pandora with a force that made the couch shake. Sean could only watch as Pandora’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure.
“Stroke your cock, Sean,” Pandora commanded, her eyes locked on his.
Sean did as he was told, his hand moving up and down his shaft as he watched Pandora and Jamal. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke.
“Come for me, Sean,” Pandora commanded, her voice filled with desire.
Sean couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock exploding with cum as he watched Pandora and Jamal. He continued to stroke himself as he watched Pandora’s orgasm wash over her, her body shaking with pleasure.
When it was all over, Pandora and Jamal collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat. Sean sat there, his cock still hard, his mind reeling from what he had just witnessed.
“That was amazing, Pandora,” Sean said, his voice filled with awe.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Sean,” Pandora replied, a satisfied smile on her face. “But now it’s time for you to clean up.”
Sean got up and headed to the bathroom, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. He couldn’t believe he had just watched his dominatrix fuck another man while he sat there and stroked his cock.
But as he cleaned himself up, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and satisfaction. He had never experienced anything like that before, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.
As he walked back into the living room, he saw Pandora and Jamal cuddled up on the couch, their bodies entwined in a post-coital bliss. Sean couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but he knew that this was part of his role as Pandora’s submissive.
And as he sat down on the floor, his back against the couch, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. He was exactly where he wanted to be, with the woman he loved, and experiencing things he never thought possible
