Being a cuck is one of the fantasies that excites me most and that's why I write about it. My wife and I fantasize a lot about it and maybe someday we'll take the plunge, I'm sitting in the living room at home, gazing out the window, feeling like time is flying by. It's almost 8 o'clock and he'll be coming to pick you up. I hear the noise upstairs while you're getting dressed and can't help but feel a shiver of jealousy as I realize what's already clear: you're dressing for him, just for him …………………… Until a few days ago we were a normal couple, with good jobs (not so normal these days), a good house and excellent kids. We had good sex and plenty of it, regularly, so we thought nothing could be missing. I'm in good shape for my 45 years and you're divine at 40: blonde, very beautiful, nice type, round, small and firm breasts, dark ass, but above all an elegant woman like few others, educated and intellectual. Besides, in bed, a passionate woman who wants to experiment: it's been a while since you stopped having virgin holes and the toys are part of our regular sex: we've experimented a bit with voyeurism, sadism, domination, ….. and even put up an ad on web pages looking for a third or third to make a trio, a fantasy that we never managed to consummate. A few months ago we went to a massage parlor and there we did something similar to a trio, enjoying sex with a Andalusian masseuse named Sara, who made my wife come five or six times. At the end both of us masturbated me until I came out completely empty. In summary, a relatively normal couple with relatively normal tastes. However, everything changed abruptly a week ago: I had been noticing you acting strange, sulky, with excessively violent mood swings; I was getting annoyed like you were acting with your phone, constantly checking it when before you'd leave it anywhere. I started thinking that you were flirting with someone and even something more, fantasy that, as I didn't take it seriously, excited me extremely for years. I'll never forget that night after dinner, when the kids were already asleep. I need to talk to you... Do you have to announce it? Something serious must be happening... What's going on? I don't want to dwell on this topic... There's another man. ... What do you say? –I answered, feeling like my legs gave way and a veil covered my vision. I feel like I'm doing this to you, but these things happen in life and it's happened to me too. I've been having relations with another man for two weeks now. I don't want to know anything about what you're telling me, why are you doing this to me? I answered, completely lost, seeing my world collapse. I'm sorry Jose, I'm sorry... I thought it was just an adventure, but the topic is going further and I can't do this to you. Besides, he's been insisting that I should tell you. Who is he? But... It's Carlo, my boss. Suddenly Carlo's image occupied my entire mind. I remembered that he was a type Italian man in his forties, tall and large, very attractive. From the first moment I knew that Gemma was attracted to this Italian stallion (as they were known at the company), like the rest of women at the party where we met, because besides his undeniable attraction, he united elegance and an air of arrogance that some women found attractive... And Gemma was one of them. Two weeks ago I started having relations with Carlo and we can't hide it from you anymore. We sleep together every evening and it's not enough... Are you leaving me? It depends on you. Let me tell you and you'll understand. Sit down, please, and listen. I sat like a rag doll in front of her, feeling her figure loom larger and mine seem to shrink, without knowing very well why I wasn't reacting violently against her... against that slut who was killing me. Do you remember the night you met Carlo at the '... María's birthday? .............................................. That night, while you were talking to a group of men, Carlo got me on the upper floor bathroom against the sink. He ripped my panties and put it in behind like nobody had ever done before. That day he made me his and that's how it has been since then. I only had to talk to him for 10 minutes to know he already dominated me. He came up to me and whispered in my ear: Come to the bathroom, I'll give you what you're looking for. When I was done with you, the lady would be dead and the slut would be born .............................................. I swear I tried to resist, but I couldn't ........................................... My legs moved following that man upstairs and when I realized he had his cock inside me .............................................. I am your wife, but also Carlo's woman ........................................... Well, one of them. Carlo is my owner, my lord, my master .............................................. I know you don't understand, but it's like this. I don't know what happened to me, but Carlo is my master, I feel like I was born to belong to a man like that, to be his property, to be his slave, his slut, his servant ........................................... To be whatever he wants me to be. Do you understand? .............................................. You don't understand and I'm not surprised .............................................. It's hard for me to understand it too. A few weeks ago I was an independent woman and now I'm the submissive slave of a man. But .............................................. I don't understand anything. What does he give him? Since the first day he fucked me, something changed in my life. It's not just the pleasure he gave me, but above all the strength with which he fucked ........................................... How he dominated me, how he mounted me, guiding me like a mare, hitting me with his hips, accelerating and holding me back as he pleased ........................................... until I went crazy. That day he made me his for always, he became my stud, my male, my master .............................................. And you can't do anything to stop it. This can't be happening .............................................. But what are you talking about? Sorry, I'm so sorry, but it's happened and I can't, nor can you, do anything to stop it. However, I don't want you to leave, I want to stay with you. Are you crazy? No, I'm not... ... answered, getting up and leaving the room, where I was left feeling like a fool, unable to react to what had happened. Days later, I still remember the scene as if it had just passed five minutes ago. The screams, tears, more screams, more tears... ... and finally, the painful realization that everything was true, that you had found a man who satisfied you completely, that he had achieved what I always wanted for my pleasure: making you entirely his, dominating you, turning you into a submissive slave, pending on every desire he might have. I tried by all means to make her come back to reality, to our reality, but it was impossible: there was nothing to do, she was absolutely dominated by the other, with whom she systematically went to bed every evening after work. Gemma would get home between 7 and 8 pm, give me a loving kiss, and go up to the room to undress and take a shower. I'd watch her from the hallway, seeing her take off her clothes; I'd contemplate her battered body, full of marks from hands, blows, bites... ... Her bruised nipples, the marks of restraints,,,,,, but also her face of satisfaction, plenitude, that smell of semen covering her entirely. Late night after late night, watching her undress in front of my eyes and show off the marks of the intense sex sessions she was being subjected to by her lover. And I, what do I do before all this? Simply behave like a miserable cuck and swallow this story, watching my wife (I'm not sure if I can still call her mine) turn into another man's slut, while I just masturbate constantly, imagining how they're screwing each other, imagining how she screams with joy as they ride her like a sexy girl, imagining how she swallows every last drop of his semen. How can I get excited? So? Don't I have honor or shame? I don't know, but in the solitude of my room (it's been ten days since I haven't slept with him) I only manage to conclude that the situation is very exciting and that I would be happy to be a spectator at one of his encounters. I'd love to see her get wild with Carlo, submitted to his desires... see how she pleases him, how she makes him enjoy...... The next morning, he finally talks to me while preparing coffee... only for her, not for me anymore: This can't keep going on. I'm not entirely happy seeing you suffer, but I won't change my relationship with my owner. I know, but... don't want to divorce. Neither do I, but are you willing to live with my relationship? If so... Are you willing to consent that another be my owner and possess me every day at his will? If so... Are you willing to touch me only if my owner allows it? If so... Are you willing to be a cuck? Carlo told me he'd like to get me pregnant. What do you think? Yes, I would accept...... But don't leave me, please. He comes up to me and hugs me while thanking me for my submissive behavior.
I'm going to talk to him about it and invite him to dinner; that way, you'll meet each other. Just remember one thing: he's my owner and I'm his submissive slave, your duty will be to be a mere spectator of what happens. Thursday evening slowly approaches while I keep waiting for you to come down and see how you've gotten ready: in a few minutes, your stud will arrive, introduce him to me, and take you away to screw you nonstop until dawn, just like it's happened other days; until today, he wouldn't even leave the car with tinted windows. It was the chauffeur who would knock on the door and look for you to take you to the car. Finally, you come down and my surprise is enormous: you're almost naked, only covered by a blue lace thong, stockings, and shoes of the same color. You're stunning with your hair loose, just gathered by a blue diadem that highlights your same tone. You're made up, with red lips standing out all over the set; two additions complete the set. Small rings crown your nipples and a chain surrounds your neck with a golden letter in the center, C, the initial of your master's name. What are you doing? Are you going to go out like that? Don't be stupid, he asked me to receive him like that. Do you do everything he tells you to do? That's it ... I'm his submissive slut and I want to be always. The door opens and I see agitation run through your body; you're very nervous and only manage to kneel down in front of the door and bow your head with your body, if so, erect, your breasts pointing towards the sky and, I suppose, wet like a slut in heat. You look at me pleadingly and it's not necessary for you to say anything because I understand you right away Open up to my master, cuck I open the door and finally find myself face to face with him, with the man who rides you, who has been screwing you like a slut for weeks ... with the male that, according to your account, makes you come like no man has made. I must admit that his appearance is impressive: 1.85 or 1.90 meters, about 90 kg in weight, very dark and handsome. He's a very muscular and well-groomed man, wearing cowboy boots, an open white shirt, Todts moccasins and a gold Rolex with blue bezel on his wrist. Behind him, a Porsche 911 is parked at the door of the house. He looks defiantly, with scorn, valuing the cuck he has in front of him; it amuses him that the cuck opens the door without resisting and that after him, the submissive waits on her knees. He passes without speaking and stretches out his hand. My wife, or what's left of her, licks his hand smoothly as a proof of submission, like a grateful slutty. He lets himself be sucked and caresses your head while praising how beautiful his slut is. Get up, girl, and make an introduction. Carlos, this is Jose, my husband. Jose, I present to you Carlos, my master. Nice to meet you, Jose - he says, shaking hands - I wanted to meet you. Without further ado, you have a wonderful woman who It has been a surprise to meet her and turn her into my slut, she added licking her lips in a way that made me shiver. Why don't you put some drinks on, girl, while your husband and I talk about you? She gave me a slap on the ass, passing her arm over my shoulders, and as if we had known each other for years, she led me to the sofa. Look, Jose, the slut told me... Won't you mind if I call her the slut? Honestly, it doesn't matter to me what you think. The slut told me that you have no objections to knowing she's with me or rather that she's mine, that I do with her as I please and that the rest won't stop doing so. Is that so? This is crazy... Is that so? Yes or no? If it is... Well, well... Look, cuck, can I call you that? Because I don't know if you know what you are. You're a cuck who lets your wife get fucked by someone else without complaining, right? What do I say, fuck? You let your wife get worn out by someone else without saying anything. I don't want to lose her... She enters the salon carrying a tray with drinks and something to eat, while I mutter like an automaton. Calm down, you're not going to lose her. Someone needs to keep her, feed her, pay for her whims... I only desire her body, so that she and especially her holes are at my disposal, wherever and whenever I want. Possibly get her pregnant, as I have done with others. You don't know how exciting it is to get them pregnant and then make the problem yours... It's fun. Besides, when they know I want to get them pregnant, they become more passionate and passionate... They beg me to ride them all day long. Pregnant women are crazy, they spend the whole time fucking, it seems like the bombo makes them even more whores than they are. My wife serves us both, but with him she takes a special position, due no doubt to good training. She stands in front of him, with her legs straight, her ass firm, without looking up for a moment. He doesn't stop talking to me while he stretches out his hand and caresses her pussy, making her start to moan quickly... There's nothing. Like the real whisky, well served and well taken. The one who serves you a woman like this, juicy and eager. What a slut you are, girl! You're already melting just by touching me. Do you want something to drink as an appetizer? - I ask mechanically, watching how his fingers have pulled apart the thong and penetrate her interior, one, two, three... ... making her moan with pleasure. What do you say, unfortunate one? Gemma smiles and softly bends down in front of him, lowering delicately her zipper and extracting his penis from her interior with delicacy, as if handling a fragile treasure... ... although it's not fragile at all. I had never seen anything like this before. Carlo has an enormous cock, of immense length and thickness. It reminds me of the one belonging to a black porn actor called Blackzilla, which I always supposed was named after Godzilla, the Japanese giant monster. I can't help but think that Carlos' cock is like my forearm, about 22/24 centimeters long and similar in thickness! What bestiality! Suddenly I imagine the effect his monstrousness must have on her, and a shiver runs through my body imagining how that animal drives its enormous cock into her... ... How can it be? But if I'm getting hard just thinking of her on all fours while that stallion rides her pussy and ass... ... My wife's mouth follows the contour of the enormous member, centimeter by centimeter, from the glans to the huge testicles, in sync with the enormous trunk; I'm excited like a monkey and can't stop imagining how much cum must be stored in that deposit. What a good blow job! There's nothing like a good whisky and a good suck. Your wife sucks it really well, Jose. At first, she struggled to get it in, but I 'taught' her to be a good sword swallower and now she takes it all the way up to the hilt. Look at how she enjoys sucking me - added, as Gemma, doing honor to her master's comments, inserted the enormous... strap her until the bottom. Don't think it was easy, domesticating a woman like yours and bringing out the slut inside her is an art. You have to mix persuasion and discipline in equal parts... well no, where's a good whip that takes all the persuasion away from the world? Isn't that right, girl?, said hitting her ass with one of his huge hands. I've had to discipline her firmly many times and I know she couldn't sit down that night because of the pain. The truth is she learns quickly; I've had other whores, but none as docile as this one. I love my girl - he said, while caressing her head. Come on, get up and let's go upstairs, I'll give you what you're owed. You stay cuck, then I'll return it to you... when I've destroyed it with fucks. She undresses in front of me quickly, leaving the clothes on the floor and giving herself a slap that leaves her ass bright red. I see them embracing on the stairs, kissing, and I feel a shiver at seeing the contrast between that beast and my petite woman. I see how that enormous cock is bobbing up and down, her strong and powerful ass, her muscular back, her colossus arms... everything makes me feel like a real crap, a cuck who gives his wife to a stud without a fight until he's exhausted... Carlo turns around and with his hand firmly gripping my wife's ass, he smiles at me. - Don't you envy? What a woman I'm going to fuck! And besides, I'll do it for your own good. Who knows if I'll get her pregnant today...? My torture and delight lasted an hour and a half. First, I stayed downstairs not knowing what to do, then I went up the stairs until I reached the upper hallway. They're in my room at the end of this hallway, with the door closed, although she can't help but let Gemma's screams pass through the walls. She's really getting it, I imagine, while I hear the headboard of the bed banging against the wall with an increasing rhythm. She's on all fours and that jerk is mounting her from behind. I hear his words clearly: Come on, girl, come, give me pleasure …. Move that butt so your stud can enjoy it. Yes, yes, yes ………... you're killing me with pleasure, Aggggggggggggggggggg Like this, girl, like this ………... what a pleasure. Faster, faster, flap, flap, flap - I hear his cock banging against the abundant flow that usually produces in women when they fuck - zas, zas, zas - I hear the slaps of his big hand on her bare ass. I hear my wife giming, jading, screaming, crying, sobbing, begging, and jailing for the next hour and a half as he mounts her. They're going to destroy the headboard - I think, listening as the room seems about to collapse, until after 40 minutes I hear the man start to whinny like a colt, unmistakable sign that he's about to unload all his cum: Well, slut , well ……….... Get on your knees and eat my cock. I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum, aggggggggggg, or I'll kill you, you dirty whore. Keep sucking, keep going, keep going, keep going Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Eat it all up ………... Aggggggggggggggggggg I imagine my wife completely exhausted, with her mouth full of semen from her lover, who, judging by the size of his balls, must have unloaded a beastly amount. But little do I have to imagine, because the door opens and she comes out, while I hear him ordering: Bring me a whiskey with ice, slut , and hurry up ………... there's still time for you to give that ass another going-over before your stud recovers quickly. We descend in silence to the kitchen, her ahead of me like a lamb led to slaughter: I see the marks of the blows on her back, ass, thighs. There are also more than one bite mark ………... I see how the ass and sex are red and dilated, very dilated, the work of the prick that has possessed them until now. just seconds ago. While serving the drink I look at her and see she's tired, sore, not as happy as I would have thought: Are you okay? –I ask. Yes, of course …… but it's hard to keep up with Carlo's pace today, I'm not sure why he's being especially cruel. He rode me like never before, like a wild animal ……… Do you enjoy him? You're crazy, you drive me crazy. I'm his submissive slave, he can do whatever he wants with me. I'd kill to have that cock inside me always. The thing is, I'm not yet prepared to satisfy him the way he wants, I need to improve as a slut to keep up with his pace. How did we get here? I don't know ……… but there's no turning back now. He's my master, I'm his slut …… and you're just a cuck who lets your wife get fucked in her own bed. I see her walking upstairs with the tray, seeing how she bounces her firm ass and round tits. She turns her head, makes a slight pause and looks at me with a half-smile: He's my master, I'm his slut ……………… and you're just a cuck. Keep listening as my husband mounts me, who knows how to make a slut like me happy. A little later I hear my wife screaming, the headboard hitting the wall, and the stallion that's possessing her braying like a foal in heat. Mechanically I pull out my cock and start masturbating.
I'm going to talk to him about it and invite him to dinner; that way, you'll meet each other. Just remember one thing: he's my owner and I'm his submissive slave, your duty will be to be a mere spectator of what happens. Thursday evening slowly approaches while I keep waiting for you to come down and see how you've gotten ready: in a few minutes, your stud will arrive, introduce him to me, and take you away to screw you nonstop until dawn, just like it's happened other days; until today, he wouldn't even leave the car with tinted windows. It was the chauffeur who would knock on the door and look for you to take you to the car. Finally, you come down and my surprise is enormous: you're almost naked, only covered by a blue lace thong, stockings, and shoes of the same color. You're stunning with your hair loose, just gathered by a blue diadem that highlights your same tone. You're made up, with red lips standing out all over the set; two additions complete the set. Small rings crown your nipples and a chain surrounds your neck with a golden letter in the center, C, the initial of your master's name. What are you doing? Are you going to go out like that? Don't be stupid, he asked me to receive him like that. Do you do everything he tells you to do? That's it ... I'm his submissive slut and I want to be always. The door opens and I see agitation run through your body; you're very nervous and only manage to kneel down in front of the door and bow your head with your body, if so, erect, your breasts pointing towards the sky and, I suppose, wet like a slut in heat. You look at me pleadingly and it's not necessary for you to say anything because I understand you right away Open up to my master, cuck I open the door and finally find myself face to face with him, with the man who rides you, who has been screwing you like a slut for weeks ... with the male that, according to your account, makes you come like no man has made. I must admit that his appearance is impressive: 1.85 or 1.90 meters, about 90 kg in weight, very dark and handsome. He's a very muscular and well-groomed man, wearing cowboy boots, an open white shirt, Todts moccasins and a gold Rolex with blue bezel on his wrist. Behind him, a Porsche 911 is parked at the door of the house. He looks defiantly, with scorn, valuing the cuck he has in front of him; it amuses him that the cuck opens the door without resisting and that after him, the submissive waits on her knees. He passes without speaking and stretches out his hand. My wife, or what's left of her, licks his hand smoothly as a proof of submission, like a grateful slutty. He lets himself be sucked and caresses your head while praising how beautiful his slut is. Get up, girl, and make an introduction. Carlos, this is Jose, my husband. Jose, I present to you Carlos, my master. Nice to meet you, Jose - he says, shaking hands - I wanted to meet you. Without further ado, you have a wonderful woman who It has been a surprise to meet her and turn her into my slut, she added licking her lips in a way that made me shiver. Why don't you put some drinks on, girl, while your husband and I talk about you? She gave me a slap on the ass, passing her arm over my shoulders, and as if we had known each other for years, she led me to the sofa. Look, Jose, the slut told me... Won't you mind if I call her the slut? Honestly, it doesn't matter to me what you think. The slut told me that you have no objections to knowing she's with me or rather that she's mine, that I do with her as I please and that the rest won't stop doing so. Is that so? This is crazy... Is that so? Yes or no? If it is... Well, well... Look, cuck, can I call you that? Because I don't know if you know what you are. You're a cuck who lets your wife get fucked by someone else without complaining, right? What do I say, fuck? You let your wife get worn out by someone else without saying anything. I don't want to lose her... She enters the salon carrying a tray with drinks and something to eat, while I mutter like an automaton. Calm down, you're not going to lose her. Someone needs to keep her, feed her, pay for her whims... I only desire her body, so that she and especially her holes are at my disposal, wherever and whenever I want. Possibly get her pregnant, as I have done with others. You don't know how exciting it is to get them pregnant and then make the problem yours... It's fun. Besides, when they know I want to get them pregnant, they become more passionate and passionate... They beg me to ride them all day long. Pregnant women are crazy, they spend the whole time fucking, it seems like the bombo makes them even more whores than they are. My wife serves us both, but with him she takes a special position, due no doubt to good training. She stands in front of him, with her legs straight, her ass firm, without looking up for a moment. He doesn't stop talking to me while he stretches out his hand and caresses her pussy, making her start to moan quickly... There's nothing. Like the real whisky, well served and well taken. The one who serves you a woman like this, juicy and eager. What a slut you are, girl! You're already melting just by touching me. Do you want something to drink as an appetizer? - I ask mechanically, watching how his fingers have pulled apart the thong and penetrate her interior, one, two, three... ... making her moan with pleasure. What do you say, unfortunate one? Gemma smiles and softly bends down in front of him, lowering delicately her zipper and extracting his penis from her interior with delicacy, as if handling a fragile treasure... ... although it's not fragile at all. I had never seen anything like this before. Carlo has an enormous cock, of immense length and thickness. It reminds me of the one belonging to a black porn actor called Blackzilla, which I always supposed was named after Godzilla, the Japanese giant monster. I can't help but think that Carlos' cock is like my forearm, about 22/24 centimeters long and similar in thickness! What bestiality! Suddenly I imagine the effect his monstrousness must have on her, and a shiver runs through my body imagining how that animal drives its enormous cock into her... ... How can it be? But if I'm getting hard just thinking of her on all fours while that stallion rides her pussy and ass... ... My wife's mouth follows the contour of the enormous member, centimeter by centimeter, from the glans to the huge testicles, in sync with the enormous trunk; I'm excited like a monkey and can't stop imagining how much cum must be stored in that deposit. What a good blow job! There's nothing like a good whisky and a good suck. Your wife sucks it really well, Jose. At first, she struggled to get it in, but I 'taught' her to be a good sword swallower and now she takes it all the way up to the hilt. Look at how she enjoys sucking me - added, as Gemma, doing honor to her master's comments, inserted the enormous... strap her until the bottom. Don't think it was easy, domesticating a woman like yours and bringing out the slut inside her is an art. You have to mix persuasion and discipline in equal parts... well no, where's a good whip that takes all the persuasion away from the world? Isn't that right, girl?, said hitting her ass with one of his huge hands. I've had to discipline her firmly many times and I know she couldn't sit down that night because of the pain. The truth is she learns quickly; I've had other whores, but none as docile as this one. I love my girl - he said, while caressing her head. Come on, get up and let's go upstairs, I'll give you what you're owed. You stay cuck, then I'll return it to you... when I've destroyed it with fucks. She undresses in front of me quickly, leaving the clothes on the floor and giving herself a slap that leaves her ass bright red. I see them embracing on the stairs, kissing, and I feel a shiver at seeing the contrast between that beast and my petite woman. I see how that enormous cock is bobbing up and down, her strong and powerful ass, her muscular back, her colossus arms... everything makes me feel like a real crap, a cuck who gives his wife to a stud without a fight until he's exhausted... Carlo turns around and with his hand firmly gripping my wife's ass, he smiles at me. - Don't you envy? What a woman I'm going to fuck! And besides, I'll do it for your own good. Who knows if I'll get her pregnant today...? My torture and delight lasted an hour and a half. First, I stayed downstairs not knowing what to do, then I went up the stairs until I reached the upper hallway. They're in my room at the end of this hallway, with the door closed, although she can't help but let Gemma's screams pass through the walls. She's really getting it, I imagine, while I hear the headboard of the bed banging against the wall with an increasing rhythm. She's on all fours and that jerk is mounting her from behind. I hear his words clearly: Come on, girl, come, give me pleasure …. Move that butt so your stud can enjoy it. Yes, yes, yes ………... you're killing me with pleasure, Aggggggggggggggggggg Like this, girl, like this ………... what a pleasure. Faster, faster, flap, flap, flap - I hear his cock banging against the abundant flow that usually produces in women when they fuck - zas, zas, zas - I hear the slaps of his big hand on her bare ass. I hear my wife giming, jading, screaming, crying, sobbing, begging, and jailing for the next hour and a half as he mounts her. They're going to destroy the headboard - I think, listening as the room seems about to collapse, until after 40 minutes I hear the man start to whinny like a colt, unmistakable sign that he's about to unload all his cum: Well, slut , well ……….... Get on your knees and eat my cock. I want you to swallow every last drop of my cum, aggggggggggg, or I'll kill you, you dirty whore. Keep sucking, keep going, keep going, keep going Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Eat it all up ………... Aggggggggggggggggggg I imagine my wife completely exhausted, with her mouth full of semen from her lover, who, judging by the size of his balls, must have unloaded a beastly amount. But little do I have to imagine, because the door opens and she comes out, while I hear him ordering: Bring me a whiskey with ice, slut , and hurry up ………... there's still time for you to give that ass another going-over before your stud recovers quickly. We descend in silence to the kitchen, her ahead of me like a lamb led to slaughter: I see the marks of the blows on her back, ass, thighs. There are also more than one bite mark ………... I see how the ass and sex are red and dilated, very dilated, the work of the prick that has possessed them until now. just seconds ago. While serving the drink I look at her and see she's tired, sore, not as happy as I would have thought: Are you okay? –I ask. Yes, of course …… but it's hard to keep up with Carlo's pace today, I'm not sure why he's being especially cruel. He rode me like never before, like a wild animal ……… Do you enjoy him? You're crazy, you drive me crazy. I'm his submissive slave, he can do whatever he wants with me. I'd kill to have that cock inside me always. The thing is, I'm not yet prepared to satisfy him the way he wants, I need to improve as a slut to keep up with his pace. How did we get here? I don't know ……… but there's no turning back now. He's my master, I'm his slut …… and you're just a cuck who lets your wife get fucked in her own bed. I see her walking upstairs with the tray, seeing how she bounces her firm ass and round tits. She turns her head, makes a slight pause and looks at me with a half-smile: He's my master, I'm his slut ……………… and you're just a cuck. Keep listening as my husband mounts me, who knows how to make a slut like me happy. A little later I hear my wife screaming, the headboard hitting the wall, and the stallion that's possessing her braying like a foal in heat. Mechanically I pull out my cock and start masturbating.
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