Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Breeding bitch,” I say, running my knuckles down the indent of her spine. “Sorry, baby, breeding bench, I mean.”
She snorts around the bit as I work the reins onto the rings. I strap the other leathers around her waist, the tops of her thighs, and her throat, then connect them all to the rings and latches on the red leather padded bench, positioning her on all fours, ass up, head in a wooden neck brace, completely immobilized.
“Where’s that photographer when I need him?” I come around to the front, admiring my wife strapped and racked and ready for whatever I want to do. “I held back so much for so long, baby. You know you signed up for life with me, right? No backs.”
She gurgles something unintelligible as drool falls from the corners of her lips, and I fist the base of my cock before slapping it down on her nose. “Too bad your mouth is full. A nice wifey face fuck right now would be great. But breeding is more important.”
I come around behind her, my cock already dripping as my balls throb. I don’t know how many times we’ve fucked at this point. I’ve already lost count in the two days since we’ve been married. In the bathroom attached to the bedroom, I’ve got a box of ten pregnancy tests just waiting. I want her to pee on a stick every morning until it comes up pink, and I’m going to have the best time playing out all our fantasies to make sure it happens.
I can’t keep my hands off my wife. Her body is a canvas of my teeth, fingers, and riding crops, and she takes it all. Sometimes with some cursing, a little fight, and every day gets better. I can’t wait to see how drunk we are on each other in ten years.
Fifty.
Eighty.
Whatever the lord gives us, I’m ready.
I wiggle her clit and smile when she shakes and tries to fight against the straps, but gets nowhere.
“Ticklish?” I ask, as I strum her little button and see the flush creep over her creamy flesh. Her magnificent tits sway and hang down on either side of the center of the bench, just like I planned. “Let’s see if this mare is ready for breeding…”
I slide my fingers down, and, without ceremony, deliver two of them into her slopping entrance, her body flexing as she sucks air around the bit in her mouth.
“Ahhh, wet, warm… I think you’re ready. Daddy likes fucking his little mare all tied down and helpless.”
I lower my face and lap at her sweetness, licking her until she tenses. Then I find her tight little back hole and guide one slick finger inside.
That sets her off.
“My wife is an ass slut, huh? Soon, baby. As soon as you’re bred like a good girl, you’ll get Daddy’s cock in your ass, but not until. All my seed is only going inside you raw and hot until it roots.”
All those years of denial have come out of me in darkness and light. I dream of making love to her with slow kisses and deep strokes, but then, there is also this…
All the twisted needs inside me.
That she indulges them only makes her more precious to me.
More beautiful.
I reach to the wall and grab one of my silver star spurs, the pointed wheel on the back cleaned and ready for what’s coming.
I notch my cock at her entrance, gathering up the reins attached to the bit rings, and wrap them around my left hand.
Then I tug.
Emily’s voice is reduced to a gurgle, her head strapped in as securely as her body, whipping back and forth an inch in each direction, the only movement her predicament allows.
“God, I love having your sweet flavor on my tongue when I fuck you like a dirty little mare. Makes Daddy remember all those days when he ate your pussy instead of fucking you like you needed.”
I slam my cock inside while running the spikes of the spur up the line of her spine, her body seizing as I hold the reins tight and use her soft, sweet, pliable flesh as my own little fuck toy.
“God, how does your pussy feel better every time?” I grind my teeth together, already on the edge of an orgasm as I swallow down the saliva gathering under my tongue. I buck my hips, giving her the full length and girth, forward and back, her supple body barely moving in the straps that immobilize her as her tight canal clenches around me.
She’s moaning, and the mirror in front of the bench gives me a view of my wife’s gorgeous face. Her eyes roll back, her little fingers curling around the padding of the bench as she holds on and takes what she’s given.
“Dirty mares get fucked all tied down. You’re gonna stay on the breeding bench all fucking night. I’ll feed you, give you water from a bucket, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you clean my cock up after I fuck you.”