Your cock is as hard as it has ever been. It’s in my hand and lathered up with the lube. I’ve been stroking it for several minutes now. I already made you cum tonight with the best blow job in the history of sucking cock (remember part 2?). I slipped your wife a mickey over dinner to ensure we could have this torrid episode together. Now I want more.

Zach, the insanely muscular brute that was disrespectfully eye-fucking your wife right in front of you outside of the restaurant where I served the two of you (see Part 1 of this series), had just entered your house at my summons. With you turned on to epic proportions, I just told you that I wanted your blessing for him to help himself to ravishing your wife. I’ve had this in mind for some time now. It’s not that I want to turn you into a cuckold; rather it’s that I want you to fully embrace surrendering to me. I want you to give me your wife. You already offered up her jewelry to me, jewelry is not enough. I want to see her pussy filled with cum as a symbol of your devotion to me. It’s decision time.

“Yes, you heard me correctly,” I say to you. Turning to the brute, “Zach, please pull down your pants. I want my boyfriend here to see your cock.” He does as he’s told (all men do when it’s me giving the orders). It’s long, thick, and impressively erect. As he stands at attention awaiting further instructions, I return my focus to you. “Babe, she’s drugged and loopy to the point that she won’t resist. She won’t feel any terror, but she will know what’s happening to her. She will never know that you gave your approval for him to enter her. She won’t feel the slightest bit of pain. Perhaps best of all, she won’t have any memory of it, but to repeat, she will know that she’s being fucked. Believe me, Zach has an amazing cock and he knows just how to use it, he did learn from the best.”

Your body is tense; your cock is pulsating with each heartbeat as it pounds in your chest. I’m rubbing it up and down without pause, your inevitable orgasm pushing you to make a quick decision. “Give in my love. Let him fuck your wife.”

Your lips can’t find words. “Babe, I’m going to take my hand off your cock in another moment if I don’t hear what I want. You need to say just one word, but you have to actually say it out loud. “Just say yes.”

“Yes. Yes, Ashlee.”
“Good boy. Good boy” I say as I pat you on the head (the other head) with my free hand. “Zach, do as you wish. I want to hear her panties being ripped from her hips,” I order. He marches away towards his reward.

I continue to gently rub your cock. I’m not quite ready to make you cum yet. A few moments later, Zach is back in the room, your wife is slung over his muscular shoulder, her torn panties gripped in his teeth. “I thought we could watch as it happens.” You have no will anymore, no ability to protest. I’ve twisted you into capitulation. All you want is to please me and cum. “I’ll make it last longer this way.”

Zach lays her face up on the floor just in front of us. Her eyes are open, but she’s only looking at him. I was right; she’s not feeling even the slightest bit of terror. Zach spreads her legs open and gets on his knees, ready to penetrate her. He looks up at me and I give the nod. Suddenly we hear a whimpering, “No…don’t” from your wife. I kiss your neck and suck on your ear lobe to soothe you. Your eyes are fixated on Zach as he spits on her pussy lips and pushes his massive man meat inside of her. Zach lets out a loud moan. “The old bitch’s pussy must be tight from not letting you fuck her,” I tell you with a grin. Your wife lays there, head turned with her eyes closed, resigned to being his receptacle as she’s pounded. “Just think… she might even be enjoying it.”

“How are you doing babe?” I ask. “I love you, Ashlee. Thank you for doing this to me. “You’re welcome baby; you’re being such a good, boy. I’m going to make you cum soon.” I begin to stroke a bit harder, carefully trying to synchronize your ejaculation with the ripped muscle man fucking your wife. You can’t take your eyes off what’s transpiring before you! “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like seeing someone take her pussy. It’s been locked up like Fort Knox for so long, at least from you. This feels like a bit of revenge, doesn’t it?”

Then, the ultimate sensation rips through your body as you and I both see your wife raise her hands to grab Zach’s ass and dig into it with her nails. She’s completely given herself to him. She doesn’t like what is happening, she’s not consenting. She is however, acquiescing, it feels too damn good. She recognizes that Zach is her master. She throws back her head; her mouth is open as she is gasping for air. She’s aware that a slave’s job is to please her master. She knows her place and so do you. I sense Zach is seconds away from erupting, so I quicken my pace on your cock. The timing is perfect as he stretches into her, filling her pussy with his hot seed. Your cock explodes with a forceful stream into the air. A giant load of your cum lands on your wife’s face, dripping into both her eyes and streaming to her mouth. She slowly shakes her head side to side as she tastes her lips with a lick of her hungry tongue.

I fall into your couch, lay back, glance at the ring that is now adorning my finger, close my eyes and relish the thought of victory. “You are mine. You are both mine, my property. I own you.”



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error: My hips are yours to handle, my pussy is your cock\'s honey-hole. I might let you have this picture too, if you ask for it the next time I make you cum!