Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Bring her to the kneeling bench over there,” he said, his voice thick with authority. “Put her over it. I’m going to pound that pussy.”
CHAPTER 20
Ryan
Master Paul and Dr. Hamelin each took one of Heather’s arms, helping her rise on shaking legs. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from servicing their hard cocks, and I could see the glazed look of arousal in her green eyes. This was my wife at her most honest—desperate, needy, completely submissive to male authority.
They made her kneel on the leather-covered step of the ingenious piece of furniture I’d noticed, placed to the side of the other bench, where I’d fucked her mouth and her ass. They made her spread her knees wide, her bound hands resting against her lower back as they bent her over the upper surface so that her mouth ended up right where they could enjoy it most easily with their jutting manhoods. The red lace bra pushed her breasts up beautifully, and the thong still stretched around her knees served as a perfect reminder of how I’d taken her panties down for discipline. Her pussy glistened with wetness, completely exposed and ready for me.
“Please, sir,” she whispered, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock in my pussy.”
The desperate hunger in her voice sent a jolt straight to my rigid tool. This wasn’t the modest wife who’d lain beneath me in the dark, faking her responses. This was the real Heather—the one who clearly craved to be used, who needed rough handling to satisfy her sexually… maybe even to reach her full potential as a woman.
I positioned myself behind her, my hands settling on her hips as I lined up my cock with her dripping sheath, so thrillingly exposed by the shaving Dr. Hamelin had enforced on her. After claiming her ass so thoroughly, her pussy felt almost too easy, too welcoming. But I needed to claim this part of her too—needed to demonstrate that she would be fucked dominantly wherever I chose put my hardness.
“Tell me what you are,” I commanded, pressing just the head of my cock against the velvet opening of her sheath.
“I’m your ass girl, sir,” she gasped immediately. “I’m your submissive wife who needs to be shared and used.”
“Good,” I growled, driving forward in one smooth thrust.
The sensation was incredible. After the tight grip of her ass, her pussy felt like silk, hot and wet and perfectly designed for my pleasure. She cried out as I filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate my size in a way that felt natural, right.
“Master Paul,” I said, looking up at him as I began to establish a rhythm. “You and Dr. Hamelin should fuck her face while I fuck her pussy. She’s going to serve all of us.”
I saw the approval in his eyes as he moved to position himself at Heather’s head. “Open wide, ass girl,” he commanded, and I felt a surge of possessive pride as my wife immediately obeyed.
Watching her take his cock into her mouth while I pounded her pussy, my lap slapping up against her still-red ass with every thrust, my balls seemed to boil with lust. Paul and the doctor changed places. Heather screamed with helpless pleasure with her mouth free, then whimpered around Dr. Hamelin’s cock as he began to enjoy her. I took hold of her elbows, emphasizing the restraint on her wrists, and she bucked under me as I used the leverage to fuck her even harder.
Paul’s handheld beeped. Heather was about to have another climax.
“Would this be a good time to make her take all three of us at once?” I asked, my cock pulsing at the very thought of it and the dominant growl I could hear in my own voice.
“Definitely,” Paul replied. “Your instincts are developing nicely, Ryan.”
Heather
The words hit me like ice water even as my body trembled on the edge of another devastating climax. All three of them. At once. The memory of Chad’s friends flooded back—how they’d used every part of me simultaneously, how I’d felt so completely owned and degraded and yet desperate for more.
“No,” I whimpered around Dr. Hamelin’s cock, the word muffled but desperate. “Please, I can’t take all three of you.”
But even as I protested, my body betrayed me completely. Ryan’s massive shaft pounding into my pussy, the way he gripped my bound arms to use me harder—I needed it, despite myself. My core clenched around him as the beeping from Master Paul’s device grew more insistent.
“She’s lying,” Dr. Hamelin observed clinically, pulling his cock from my mouth so I could speak. “Her biometric readings show extreme arousal at the suggestion.”
I gasped for air, my face burning with shame at how easily the sensor revealed my deepest desires. “I’m not ready,” I sobbed, looking back at Ryan desperately. “Sir, please, your cock is so big, and if Master Paul uses my bottom again while you’re in my pussy—”