With my wife we adopted an 18-year-old teenager

This relato was brought by one of my regular readers, thinking that his story could be a worthy contribution to be read. He just wanted them to know his story, which is part of the love history of his life, Sara, who is still his wife to this day, and within that love business that is their marriage, he wanted to share some of the hottest experiences he lived not long ago.

With Sara we met through Badoo, an app similar to what would be Tinder today. We got married seven years ago, and as the saying goes, 'married house wants', so we bought a home with what we had saved while we were dating.

We didn't have enough gas to buy something new or build from scratch, but we found a house in good condition that used to be a hostel, so it had some spare rooms and even a little room at the back for storing tools and machines.

I'm Marco, I really like sadomasochistic sex since practically adolescence when I discovered it.

From then on, I knew with a big cock like mine (22x5.7) and a bit of attitude, I could dominate the cuties to make them do whatever I wanted. Then I just focused on being a good alpha male and screwing most of the females in the most humiliating and violent way possible, obviously within a safe, secure, and consented framework.

My wife was 18 when I met her and I was 28, her inexperience allowed me to adapt her to my needs as a dominant man. I ended up turning her into a fan of bondage and BDSM, but she was much crazier than me and always took our games to extreme levels. Barely started dating, she had totally fallen for her submissive role. She enjoyed humiliation like nobody I'd known in my ten years as master. For her, being submissive was a creed. She even had my name tattooed on one of her buttocks with the typography used to mark cows. She always said she could do whatever I wanted with her, that she felt like an object at home to satisfy my whims and desires.

The slutty did everything to make me aware of it in any necessary way.

By her own will, she had become my pet, barking and enjoying the walks in the garden. She enjoyed running on all fours like a slut until her knees got raw. Some nights she ate at my feet in a bowl, and sometimes she slept on the floor next to the bed on a small dog blanket instead of our three-person marital bed.

I was never superficial, but I must emphasize that I never had a cutie as good as Sara. She was blonde, had eyes like the weather, was a spinning teacher, so she lacked nothing or had too much. Her body was perfectly balanced, she was light and tall, like a racing car, perfectly designed for BDSM and being handled to my liking. Additionally, she was a good life companion in all other orders of life; there was nothing I would change about her in all these years. We fit together better than a puzzle.

The land on which the house was built was enormous, giving us enough space to set up my accounting studio and her spinning studio.

The construction itself was spacious, including a small place in the patio we used for storing junk.

Sara had thought of remodeling that little room to rent it out and earn some money from it. And so we did in no time until by chance she met an old high school friend who told her that her niece was coming to study in the city and needed a place to stay because she didn't have any amenities to offer.

We reached an immediate agreement, and the girl was set to arrive in a couple of days with all her furniture, so we had to hurry up on the contractors and finish the little piece.

A day arrived very early in the morning. Without many more things than a small suitcase and a backpack, it was noticeable that she was a very humble girl. My wife attended to her, asked if she needed help, but said no, that she didn't have much else besides some clothes and her university books.

They talked about some light topics like the weather, what she was going to study (medicine) and her expectations about the city. Everything went smoothly, they signed a part of the contract and my wife gave her the keys.

That same night we were talking at the table with Sara.

--I met this new girl today, Melisa, she's already settled in the apartment.-- said Sara, with a measured expression.

--What impression did you get?

--She's a good girl, has enormous legs. She told me that in her town she plays field hockey. You could tell by her typical athletic build of a sweet girl. Her breasts are normal, her face is like a princess. She's a brunette, like Pampita, but with a face like a chupapija, her hair reaches her waist, she's like Pocahontas. I've always wanted to suck the pussy of a girl like that, but never had the opportunity. What about you?

--What about me?

--It's been a long time since you got yourself a girl, don't you feel like it?

--I was asking if you liked her or what vibe she gave off, if she seemed responsible, are you degenerate? Isn't she a minor?

--No, she turned 18 last week, I passed on a copy of her ID for the rental. Anyway, I didn't answer because I'm not in the mood to get myself a girl, I'm 26, but there's no substitute for the fresh meat of an almost legal. A guy like you, I think, shouldn't settle for just one slut.

--I lost my taste for BDSM clubs, swingers and all that. Now I'm focused on a different life, us, home, work, family, I don't feel like being with another cutie.

--I was just saying, it wouldn't hurt to have a sweet girl around, so you can go guiding as you guided me. ─You're crazy, that girl is your friend's daughter. ─Yes, it was an example, my love, it doesn't have to be her necessarily. But are you going to tell me you wouldn't like having another slutty one? Two bitches?! Pure math, heaven. Are you a accountant or something? Put the leash on me and take me for a walk around the house while you're screwing me? I want it now, rough and brutal, that's how I want it. Abuse me. Just grab my ass and make me swallow your semen. Don't let me come, today is all about you. Prohibit me from finishing, I want to stay hot for several days. Did you know I didn't wash the dishes? Punish me for being irresponsible. I have to clean and cook for you, even if I'm tired or just got back from work. Force me to put on my apron and work for you, even if I'm sick. Don't give me options, don't let me choose. Don't you always say that as a woman it's what I deserve? It's been a long time since you've done this. You used to make me feel so dirty when you were being macho and misogynistic. Even if it's just playing, it doesn't matter. It's been a long time since you're like this, I don't know if you don't love me anymore or what. You don't make me do the laundry, nor lick the floor on all fours when you find a stain. I miss that time when you got angry and made me sleep in a cage. You no longer humiliate me, it seems like you no longer want to be with me because you're bored with me. ─Nothing to do with it, fat girl, it's just that Juana is coming over, I'm not going to pay someone to clean up after you. There's no need for you to be so demanding, besides, you also work with the bikes and I don't want you to end up exhausted. ─You have to demand more from me, make me clean, wash, screw, it doesn't matter if the house is clean, it will never be clean enough because the master is insatiable, he's a narcissistic psychopath who wants to drive me crazy. You used to do this more often. You humiliated me in front of my parents, my brothers, you said terrible things when my friends came over with their families present. I loved it when you... You said I don't serve as a woman because you couldn't have kids. Now you don't tell me to wash the dishes in front of everyone, nor do you say I look like a slut when I wear something short and we're about to leave, and you tell me to change even though there's people at home. I don't know what's wrong with you.

--Your sister is very feminist, she made a scene because I said fuck you orders. She doesn't understand our games, thinks I'm doing you harm because of the bruises you see. It makes me uncomfortable, to be honest. I don't know if I should explain it to her, she's still young and has good intentions, maybe she's anxious thinking the worst. Already I see us getting reported, imagine having to tell the judge that you cry and get angry if I don't hit you or humiliate you.

--I swear I'll stop right there, I'd love to.

--But that doesn't mean I don't want your sister to see me like this for the rest of my life.

--I'll tell her I do everything she asks because I like it, even if she's still young. If she gets between us, I'll explain it to her and leave her alone forever. To my family, my friends, I won't let them see me again, I'll do everything she orders. I promise.

--Okay, Sara. It's not that serious.

Sara passed me the collar looking at me with puppy eyes, I adjusted it tightly around her neck like she liked and then holding the chain, I led her crawling to the room.

I sat on the bed and started sucking her cock, looked at me, grabbed my hand and kissed it, choked herself. She got desperate when I didn't get aggressive immediately and searched for my slaps and kisses on her face like a thirsty animal.

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Suddenly I felt someone knocking at the door. I ordered Sara to follow me, but she was walking on all fours because the rest of our clothes had flown away. I sat down at the table with a long tablecloth that almost touched the floor and couldn't see what was under my torso. I told Sara to get in. under the table so it could keep sucking my cock. Melisa entered, I was still at the table, very serious while my wife's blow job developed naturally and with total fluidity, passing from my balls to the head of the cock, licking the trunk like an ice cream, choking.

--Hello, you're Marco, I imagine. I'm Melisa, I'll be renting the back room for a couple of years. Sara sent me a message to sign the papers, I imagine she already organized everything so I was coming for that.

--Yes, yes, they're right here on the table. You have to sign here and on these six other pages, solo signature in each page would be.

I started trembling from the tremendous blow job my wife's cock was giving me.

--Sir, is something wrong? Are you okay?

--Yeah yeah, I'm fine, toy biennnn.

--Okay, it's done, good, see you tomorrow.

--Meeeeli, whatever you need, you can knock on the door. ashhhhsshhh!

--Yes, Marco, thank you very much, I'm very grateful to you and your wife for the room. I walked half the city and there was nothing urgent had to start school this week because it already starts, and they helped me a lot really.

--You don't have to call me sir, we're still young enough.

--Yes, sir, sorry, I meant to say, sorry Marco. Well, I'm going, I'm dead. See you tomorrow.

--Rest well, see you Melisa.

I thought I was going to explode all cum in my wife's mouth but no, I contained myself so I took advantage of pumping her Booty in the room after putting her on four and joining her legs together so that the cock would squeeze much more, like she liked it, with little saliva and pushing her in one push. She liked suffering, being sore the next day, unable to sit or walk and when I was about to cum she said something that slowed me down a bit.

--I went to bring some bedding to the kid this afternoon, she was touching herself, I think she's quite a slut. I don't understand why you don't like it. You could have a personal slut like me and another mini slut teenage to educate. You imagine us both with our little cocks standing up and you passing from one ass to the other, doing them by turns while we chap between ourselves.

--Do you think she realized I was sucking your cock under the table just now?

--Of course she realized it, that girl is really alive, it's noticeable at a glance. Wouldn't you like me to bring you a girl like that someday? Think about it, 19 or 20 years old, a fresh high school graduate for you and for us to enjoy together? I push her head down so she can choke on your big cock. Or I open up my ass for the cock to go in better. I'll suck her whole for you, so she's soaked when you come with a desire to fuck. I can punish her if she misbehaves, I've never really explored my dominant side much, it only comes out with girls. With you, I like being your slut, your slave, your submissive, obeying you in everything. That's how we got here. If you forced me to find a girl and you could have her right in front of me, I would do it, even if it hurt my soul and made me shit.

--hahaha what are you going to feel? The idea gets you more excited than me! You just told me!

--Don't get out of character. Throw away my last fantasy. Think that you're a violent husband, like my grandfather, who comes home and beats you up if the dinner isn't ready or something doesn't please them. And then you fall with another cutie, drunk, after taking too much beer, and I get angry and tell you I want a divorce because you don't deserve me, I cry because you're cheating on my face, I'm indignant, and I spit at you, and you hit me in the mouth that makes me bleed, I feel completely humiliated. I cry while you start to fuck the girl, you don't care about anything, you're a bad guy, selfish, only think about yourself, she's prettier than me, her skin is smoother, she's lovelier, her ass is firmer, she's still a natural redhead, not like me who dyes my hair. You tell her she's prettier and you say to her that You like me more than I do. They both look at me and laugh at me. You show them your big tits, and you insult me, telling me that I have nothing, and I'm not a real woman. You make everything in front of me, grab my face, and force me to look while I cry on the floor with my cheek hurt from the blow you gave me. You make me kneel down to suck your cock, but before that, you force me to kiss the girl slut you brought. And I kiss her, with tears in my face, it makes me sick at first, but you threaten me and tell me that you'll give me a beating if I don't kiss her well. I hate you for deceiving me, I'm furious, but I'm afraid because you're a violent man capable of anything if I say something. I prefer to surrender. But she consoles me, kisses me, starts sucking my tits, you approach and put your cock in our face and between the two we start eating that huge cock and our mouths water. We give each other bites first and then we all three start licking, her, your cock, and me, the fluids and flavors mix. After that, you get tired and take us quickly by the pussy and finish inside. You look at me and hit me again, making me cry a lot. You tell me that you're going to try to see if she can get pregnant, that I'm not good enough as a woman because I can't be a mom. She listens as you humiliate me, but it doesn't matter to her, nor does she greet me, she gets dressed and leaves, and I stay in the corner crying with blood in my mouth, looking at you and thinking that you've ruined my life. Ahhh, I'm done loving, I'm done, can I cum? Can I love? I need it, please.

Ahhhh, I'd love to have two pussies... finish, give me some, then I want you in abstinence for a week, ahhh I'm done too, what a slut you are, you have so much imagination, daughter of a slut, ahhhhrgggg.

I finished filling her ass with cum and staining her legs, pubis, bed, there was semen everywhere.

She touched herself to cum, the orgasms she achieved by massaging her clitoris while breaking her ass were her favorites. There she collected all The cum with the tongue, licked the floor, sheets, bed frame base, sucked his fingers and told me that if he had a partner he would like to share the cum and pass it from mouth to mouth.

Suddenly we heard noise in the hallway. The door rushed open and a scream surprised us, as if someone had gotten into the house.

The door was half-open, we listened to the small room at the back closing afterwards.
Was Melisa spying on us?