Krysten's Slavery09:16 Nov 26 2006
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Chapter 1 - Krysten's Introduction
Krysten sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, completely undressed. She had no idea what the next few hours were going to be like, and her anticipation was getting the better of her. She and John had a good marriage, with great sex. Wild sex actually! They had tried a lot of things, and loved it. Tonight, they were going to try something they had talked about and researched for along long time. They were both looking forward to it, she could tell by the way John looked at her as they nervously awaited the ring of the doorbell.
When it did ring Krysten just about jumped out of her skin. She sat back tensely, her fingers gripping the edge of the sofa, her heart nearly pounding right out of her chest. John gave her one last questioning look, just to make sure she didn't want to back out, and when she nodded, he went to open the door.
The man that entered had an air about him that held Krysten riveted. He walked with complete confidence, and quickly took in everything about the room he was entering. His gaze passed over Krysten with the same slow progression that it gave to everything else in the room, then he firmly shook hands with John and offered his jacket.
"Is everything in order?" the man asked.
John gave Krysten a quick, nervous glance, then turned back to the man and nodded. "Do you have what we requested?"
"In my jacket pocket." He stated.
John cleared his throat as he retrieved the papers from the jacket, studying them closely. It all seemed in order. They had done extensive research into the whole lifestyle they were about to explore. John had traveled to several organized clubs to talk to people and learn from them. He knew what he wanted... what he and Krysten both wanted, and this man seemed quite capable of delivering. He came highly recommended actually, and the blood test results John was now perusing seemed in a way almost unnecessary, but still he was relieved to see the list of "negatives" in all the right places. For what they had planned, he wanted Krysten to take all the cum this man would give her, without a condom.
"Good." John said, smiling nervously. "Everything seems to be perfect, Paul. We can begin whenever you like then?" It was more a question than a statement.
Paul gave Krysten a casual glance, the first he had afforded her since his original scanning of her when he had entered the room. "Fine then. I have my rules. I hope they will be acceptable to you. I shall go over them now. First, when we begin, she becomes MY property until this is over. Is that understood?"
John nodded nervously, glancing at Krysten in case she wanted out, but she showed no signs of it.
"Good then. As my property, I can do anything I want with her. You have given me a list of limits, things you wish not to be done, I will respect those limits. You have also given me a "safeword" I will respect that also.... from HER. You will have no say in this matter. If you suddenly decide you want this all to stop, and she is comfortable with it continuing, then it will go on, understand?"
John looked at Krysten again. She nodded, and John swallowed hard as he agreed to Paul's proposal.
"Your part in this will be that of observer, unless I recruit you to assist. At no time will you make any decisions. I am in charge here. Now, if you are both willing to begin, I will take possession of my property." Again John silently nodded, and Paul stepped over to stand in front of Krysten, barely a foot away, looking down at her as if inspecting her.
"Good. From this point on this is not a woman, not a "she"... this is an it. It belongs to me. I will do what I want to it and I will call it whatever I choose to call it, as it has no name of it's own. If it does not behave, it will be punished. It will not speak, except in response to direct questions I ask of it, and I am hoping it has a very limited vocabulary... mostly the words yes Sir, and Master will suffice. The word no is frowned upon and will bring on my wrath, unless it is used in response to a negative question." He turned and looked at John, since Krysten was considered a possession and not a person. "Do you think it understands?"
John gulped. Looking into Krysten's eyes he could see that she was still as eager for this as she had always been, perhaps even more so. "Yes Paul, I am quite certain that she... umm... it understands and will behave appropriately."
Paul grinned wickedly at them. "I most certainly hope so. It has delicate looking skin. It would be a shame to have to mar it, but punishment WILL be forthcoming without hesitation if need be." He returned to his task of inspecting Krysten as she sat nervously before him. She felt her flesh tingle under his scrutiny, very much aware that she was sitting there naked in front of a total stranger who had just proclaimed himself her owner and Master. The adrenaline rush was incredible!
"On your knees slut, there." he said, pointing a finger to a spot in the middle of the room. Krysten hesitated only slightly at the words until she realized with a blush that he considered that her name for the moment. She stood shakily to move and heard him cough harshly, bringing her eyes quickly to him for guidance.
"Crawl!" He said sternly.
Swallowing hard, her skin burning with the embarrassment of having displeased him so soon in their tryst, she slipped off the sofa onto her knees and crawled to where he was still pointing. She knelt there silently as he walked around her, touching her, testing her as one might test merchandise one was about to purchase. His foot roughly pushed her knees apart, and his hand firmly adjusted her shoulders so her back was straight and her chest pushed out.
Krysten was a pretty girl though not a ravishing beauty. She had long dark blonde hair that hung straight below her shoulders, and Paul toyed with it as if contemplating his uses for it. She had a slim waist, which only further accentuated what John considered her best asset... her large full breasts. Paul lifted one with his hand as if weighing it, gave it a firm squeeze, and then let his fingers slide down till they gripped her nipple tightly, giving it a quick twist followed by a hard jerk. Krysten let her breath out in a sharp gasp of pain, laced heavily with hints of desire.
Paul grinned. "It likes that. It is fond of pain?" He shot John a questioning glance that clearly said he wanted the answer but he wasn't prepared to wait for it forever.
"Yes!" John said breathlessly. Watching this man handle his wife like this had already aroused him more than he had imagined it would and it took him a few seconds to get his breath back to speak. "She...ummm... it is quite sensitive in the breasts and nipples. It loves to have them sucked and... pinched and such."
Paul nodded, thinking these large specimens would be experiencing a lot more than pinching before the night was over. He loved a body with large tits that loved...no, craved pain, and he could usually tell from that first pinch and jerk which nipples were the ones that longed for it. He sensed that Krysten's did, and that made the evening ahead so much more exciting.
"Good." He said with a nod, and then proceeded to open his zipper and fold back his pants. There was already a large bulge in his underwear, and he nodded purposefully at Krysten. "Release it, slut. Let that which will become your true Master into the open that you may worship it."
Her fingers were trembling as she carefully lowered the fabric, releasing his large hard cock. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at it. Large was perhaps an understatement. As she unconsciously licked her lips she shot a glance up at him, and he almost laughed at her.
"Go ahead, treat it nice. Show me how good a cocksucker you are before we move on to other things."
She licked her lips again, wetting them good, as her stomach churned with desire. She wrapped her hands around it gently and found that both hands could fit his length from base to head, but her fingers couldn't close around him. She felt a lurch in her cunt at the thought of this cock inside her. Nervously she leaned over it and gave it a slow lick, swirling her tongue around it, before taking the head fully in her mouth with a soft moan. It was all John could do to keep from shooting his load in his pants right then and there as he watched her head bobbing as she slid her lips as far down this cock as she could, eagerly sucking on it as if trying to stuff every inch of it in her mouth.
"Oooo yes! A cockhungry whore!!" Paul moaned, tipping his head back and wrapping his fingers in her hair. He began to push into her mouth in a rhythm while at the same time forcing her head down on him. She choked and sputtered, and he laughed at her and let her up for a second, before pushing her head back down forcefully. "This is what your mouth was made for, whore, and don't you forget that! To worship my cock, like the cum starved cocksucker you are. You know that don't you?"
With his cock forced deep in her mouth she could do nothing but moan her response and suck harder with her lips and tongue. Over and over he pumped into her, banging hard at the back of her throat. She was certain that were he not so thick, he would have forced himself right down her throat. This thought drove her wild, and she moaned, feeling her body heat to a fever pitch as he fucked her mouth...no, used her mouth for his pleasure. She was hotter than she had ever been before, and she milked his cock in a wild desperation.
His grip tightened on her head and began to slam her mouth down onto his cock as he met it with powerful thrusts with his hips, his cock fucking into her mouth hard and relentlessly, his breath coming in grunts and groans, his legs tensed for his powerful thrusting. Suddenly she felt his cock lurch in her mouth and he let out a loud groan.
"Oooohhh yes!! Drink, you cum hungry cunt-mouth!" he commanded her, and she began to suck with a wild hunger, swallowing his cum as it spewed into her mouth, knowing instinctively that he would not tolerate any spills. Over and over he plunged into her mouth, while she, on her knees, drank as one who had never been fed.
John let out a desperate little moan as he sunk into the nearest chair, his legs too weak to hold him up from watching the scene before him. He gave up on trying to control himself, and let his cum spurt everywhere as he watched his wanton wife used as a suck slave to this masterful man. He could hardly believe the night had just begun as he watched her sucking the huge cock dry.
This was barely the beginning of Krysten's night of sexual slavery, and he for one could not wait to see what happened next,
Chapter 2 - Krysten Gets A Work over
Paul reached down and detached her from his cock, half grinning to himself as she reluctantly allowed him to remove it from her mouth. She was a hot one alright. He was going to enjoy using her. Already plans for her were racing through his head. He had accepted their invitation with a little uncertainty as to how the woman was going to react, how she was going to adapt to his treatment of her. So far, this slut had shown him she was the perfect slave, but there was more...much more... that he wanted to do to her still.
He nodded abstractly towards John, who sat slumped and breathless in his chair. "He has made rather a mess I think. Crawl over there and clean it all up, cumslut." As Krysten obediently crawled over to her husband and started licking the cum up, Paul left them for a few minutes. He picked up the bag he had left unseen just inside the door, and slipped out of the room.
When he returned, not long later, he had changed his clothes. He was now dressed in a white muscle shirt, and tight leather pants that were cut away like chaps in the crotch, his half soft cock swaying as he walked. On his feet he wore cowboy boots. He set the bag down beside the sofa and took a seat, making himself comfortable, and turned his eyes to his property.
Krysten was just finishing lapping the last of the cum from John's cock and belly. Paul smiled at the sight of her. She was nuzzled between John's thighs, on hands and knees, with her tongue doing it's work like a puppy. She was the perfect picture of a slave. He was going to enjoy this!
"Is it all clean? Did it get every drop?" He asked, addressing his question to John, who gave a silent nod and tried to straighten himself up in the chair. "Good. Now crawl over here slut, I have a job for you while I talk with our guest."
Krysten was confused at his wording, but only for a few seconds. At first she thought Paul was the guest of course, but then she rememebered.... for the duration of this escapade, Paul owned her, which meant John was the guest simply by way of being allowed to stay and watch. She obediently crawled over to kneel in front of her Master, looking up at him for further instructions. Perhaps she was secretly hoping for some praise or arousal, but he simply waved down at himself in a rather uninterested way, almost ignoring her.
"My cock is getting cold. Put it in your mouth to keep it warm until I wish to use it again. No sucking, do you understand, slut? Just keep it warm, and don't let it out of your mouth until I say to."
Feeling a little let down, Krysten leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, working it in until almost all of it's half soft length was in her mouth. Paul sat with his knees spread and began to talk with John. They talked about sports, politics, horse racing..... they talked about anything but Krysten, and they talked for what seemed like hours to her as she cradled his cock in her mouth motionlessly. In fact, they paid her absolutely NO attention at all, and Krysten began to feel hurt, until it dawned on her that that was exactly how a piece of property would be treated, and THAT was what she was. This realization made her blush, as she felt instantly humiliated... and at once aroused!
Paul looked at his watch, then leaned over to open the bag at his feet, without affecting Krysten's mouth on his cock. He began to pull things out of it, preparing items that Krysten couldn't really see from her vantage point of having her face pressed in his crotch, and that John couldn't identify either from the other side of the room.
Finally he spoke to her, although he still did not look at her. "Fine slave, you can let go now. I'm rested; it's time I got to work on you."
Krysten lifted her head, her lips and jaw aching from holding his cock in the same position for so long. He reached to grip her nipples and gave them a firm pinch and tug, testing them once more. She winced at the pain, but her breath came out in a moan, and he smiled.
"A very nice set." He commented. "Quite hurtable, don't you think? Perfect titflesh for torturing." He was looking at John, ignoring Krysten all together, talking about her as if she was an object. John looked at his wife, not sure what to say. He knew she loved him to pinch and twist her nipples, to bite them, especially when she was really hot, but how much pain was this guy talking about? As he watched Paul abstractly twisting and pinching, tighter and harder; watched Krysten's back arch in response and her ass wiggle ever so slightly, he gulped and nodded. Krysten sure looked like she was enjoying it, and John had to admit it aroused him thinking about watching this man hurt her tits. It aroused him thinking of this man doing anything to her! He just wasn't sure what the word torturing entailed.
Paul smiled at him. "Good, because I simply love a set of tits that crave pain." With that, he instructed Krysten to get on her hands and knees so her large tits hung down from her body. He picked up a length of rope and began to work quickly, yet expertly on them, wrapping the rope around one tit and pulling it tight. Krysten winced and sucked in her breath as the tit was squeezed by the rope.
"Tight enough, slut?" Paul asked, addressing her directly for the first time in a long time.
"Y...yes Sir." She said, her emotions reeling inside her. It was very tight. It hurt a LOT! But, she loved it!
Paul gave a wicked laugh and jerked the rope, pulling it instantly much tighter, making her lose her breath for a few seconds.
"One of the few occasions where I would prefer no as your response." He said firmly, as he tied off the rope. He picked up the second rope and tied her other tit the same, again asking her if it was tight enough. Breathlessly she gave him the "no" he wanted, and he smiled as he jerked it tighter and tied it off.
"Excellent." He said, lifting his eyes to John. "It's a quick learner." Then he stood to his feet and gripped Krysten's long hair in his fingers, twisting until she let out a yelp. He pulled her up by the hair and turned her around to face John. As she rose up, her titflesh sunk back against her chest wall, and the ropes felt even tighter. The purple hue of her tits was a starkly different color now to the pale flesh tone of the rest of her body.
"Artwork!" Paul said, his voice laced with pleasure as he looked at her. "Pure artwork! Just the color tits are meant to be. Do you agree John?"
John gulped. He shuddered at the thought of the pain the ropes must be causing, but at the same time he just couldn't help the feelings he was getting from looking at his wife's dark tits bulging like hard dark melons on her chest. He tried to speak but instead all he did was groan, and his cock leaped where is lay still exposed on his lap. Speechless, he nodded.
Paul was looking around frowning. Finally he motioned John to join him at Krysten's side. "Your ceiling just isn't going to be of any help. I would be able to do so much more to this slave if I had it in my own dungeon. We will have to improvise. Take it's hands and hold them above it's head.... tightly. Don't let it move! These tits need a good work over." He looked down at the slave, kneeling, hands held above her head, tits tied, totally helpless and at HIS mercy. He felt his cock harden more at the thought of what he was about to do to her. Tits were his absolute favorite toys!
He reached in to his bag and pulled out a flat wooden stick, much like a long ruler. He flexed it, as if testing it for strength, then swung it through the air. It made a whooosh sound that made Krysten flinch. He lifted his eyes to John with a stern warning look.
"Remember, hold it tight. You can't stop this... I'll have my way with it until I am satisfied, as long as it doesn't use the word." With that, he raised his hand and swung the stick. Whoosh... smack... it connected with Krysten's left tit, striking it squarely across the nipple. She arched her back, threw her head back, and let out a loud gasp. Whoooosh... smack..... Again the stick struck, this time across the nipple of her right tit. Krysten cried out and writhed with the pain, but said nothing.
John almost let go of her hands. For a few seconds he was shocked at what this man was doing to his wife, and shocked that he wasn't finding it as distasteful to watch as he thought he should. He thought he should let her hands fall, grab her and hug her, and tell her he wouldn't let this monster hurt her like that again. But when her body lurched, and her head tossed back, she looked up at him, and when her eyes met his, they were filled with a look he rarely saw in them. A look that clearly told him she wanted this, she craved this,... she needed this! It was a look that instantly made John's cock stand at attention, and get harder and harder with each strike of the stick to her tormented tits.
Paul, on the other hand, was reading his slave extremely well. He knew she was drinking up the tit pain like a sponge, and he was quite certain he was going to be able to accomplish his task with ease... and a whole lot of personal pleasure to boot! He swung the stick over and over, landing strike after strike on her tits and nipples, the reddening tone of the abuse easily penetrating the purple caused by the ropes. She writhed especially delightfully when he struck the tips of her nipples, and his cock was getting uncomfortably hard.
Krysten lifted her eyes to meet her Master's and he smiled. The eyes held that glazed over look he wanted to see; that look of a painslut in desperate need to cum from her tortures. His face took on a look of purpose, and he lifted the stick to swing.
"That's it slut! Cum! Let the pain do what you need it to do!! CUM, you painloving whore!!!" The stick landed with a smack against her tormented flesh, and instantly she began to convulse. She let out a scream, rolled her eyes, and arched her tits forward. Paul picked up the pace now, striking faster and harder as she came, wildly, before them. Not a hand, not an object, was touching her cunt or her clit, yet she writhed and screamed in ecstacy as her orgasm raged through her, over and over and over.
Paul dropped the stick to the floor and barked a command at John. "Drop it! Let it fall to the floor!"
John hesitated in a daze, until he remembered that it was Krysten, and dropped her hands like a hot potato. Krysten tumbled to the floor, exhausted. Paul wiped the sweat from his brow as he looked down at her. John stumbled backwards until he found something to sit on, and fell clumsily onto it. He couldn't believe what had just happened! He had just watched his wife... no, helped her... get her tits beaten, and it had given her the most incredible orgasm he had ever seen her have. Not only that, but, his cock was soft again and he had cum all over himself!
Chapter 3 - It's Fucking Time
Paul glanced at John as he bent over the girl on the floor. The guy wouldn't make much of a Master, he thought, if he came that easily just from watching. Paul's own cock was hard and throbbing, from the immense pleasure of whipping Krysten's tits, but he wasn't going to let it cum quite that quickly. After emptying in her mouth first off, he could handle a lot till he was ready to cum again. This slave was hot though, and she was making him want to shoot again pretty soon.
He looked down at her where she lay, crumpled and moaning, her darkened tits streaked with red. He could just imagine the enjoyment he could have with her if he owned her for real. There was no telling how much she could be trained to take. His cock leaped at the thought of it.
Reaching down he carefully untied her, listening to her raspy breathing and her tits filled with pain from the painful throbbing of the blood rushing back into them. Slowly the purple began to subside, leaving behind only the red welts from the whipping. The vision excited him, and he reminded himself to keep control so he'd be able to keep going. He owned her for several more hours yet.
Getting quickly back into his role, he reached down and roughly grabbed one of her raw nipples, jerking at it to pull her up onto her knees.
"On your knees slut! You've got another clean-up job to do."
She stumbled to her knees, almost off balance, and he pulled her towards John. Tired now, and hurting, she licked up John's cum more slowly than she had the first time. Paul moved in behind her, his long, thick pounding stick ready and eager to stake his claim on her. He gripped at her ass cheeks and spread them, running a finger down along her slit.
"That's a hot cumbucket." He said, jabbing his finger into her, listening to her suck her breath in and moan. He chuckled to himself. "Just can't get enough, can you slave?"
She moaned, and shook her head as she continued to lick John's cum. "No Sir." She panted, breathlessly.
"Good, 'cause that's exactly what you are... a cum bucket that needs to be filled." With that he pressed the head of his huge member against her slit and pushed. She gasped, feeling how thick it was, how it spread her, pushing in more and more, until she was so full of his cock she could hardly breath.
"Now get that cock in your mouth while I use your cum hole for my pleasure." He said, pulling out and plunging back in. Krysten grunted, her body jerking under the force, her sore tits bouncing under her. She took John's cock in her mouth and practically devoured it in one gulp. Paul picked up speed, forcefully slamming into her as she sucked John's cock with increasing need. John looked down at his wife in disbelief. There was nothing this man would do to her that she wouldn't love, he was sure of it. She just kept wanting more. Not only that, but she was now quite successfully bringing his cock to yet another hard-on as he sat watching her suck him while her "Master" relentlessly fucked her greedy snatch.
"It's got a fucking good cum hole!" Paul groaned as he slammed harder and harder into her, his balls slapping loudly against her with each thrust. They could hear her wetness, and they could hear her moans, and both men knew she was a long way from wanting this night to be over.
"Don't let that cock go till you've sucked it dry of it's cum." Paul commanded her, and she sucked even more eagerly on her husband's cock. John wondered just how long it would take. After having cum twice already would he be able to do it again soon or would she have a long suck to get her prize? He leaned back and closed his eyes for a few seconds, letting the feeling of her mouth on him wash over her, then suddenly lifted his head and opened his eyes again at the sound of her moans. No, there was no way he was gonna miss seeing her get rammed by that huge cock!
Paul wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. He wanted to fill this hot bitch cunt so bad! On the other hand, he wanted to use her for hours more. Damn she was hot! His cock twitched as he slammed into her, and he knew it was time. hard in he plunged, harder than ever before, nearly dropping her off her knees. He shot his cum deep in her hole and let out a loud animalistic groan. Over and over he ground into her, filling her till he had no more to give.
"Fucking cumwhore!" He groaned. "Ohhh yessssss!!!"
Finally he pulled out of her and went to sit down, leaving her to suck on John, reminding her that she was not to stop sucking until she'd had another hot drink of cum. John had cum twice in one night fairly often, but never three times. It was going to take some work on her part. Paul settled in to watch, and to meditate on what he had in store for her next. His cock needed to be hard again for that though.
Krysten sucked John's cock for what seemed like forever, although it was in truth no where near that long. If she seemed to be slowing down, Paul's comments could be heard behind her, telling her "you can do better than that, slut" or "that's a poor excuse for a cocksucking whore!" or "you're a pathetic cum guzzler if you can't even get the cock to feed you!" This ongoing humiliation served it's purpose, and Krysten felt her cunt getting hotter once again.
After a while she heard the familiar whooosh of his stick and felt a sharp sting on her ass, and whimpered around John's cock as she tried her darndest to get him to cum. Several more times the stick landed on her ass, and Krysten noticed that each time it did, John's cock swelled more, and flinched in her mouth. She began moaning longingly each time the stick struck her ass, as if begging for more, and sucking more and more hungrily after each lashing.
Finally John let out a loud groan and released his sperm in her mouth. "Drink it whore!" Paul commanded. "Don't let me find even one drop or you'll know what a wasteful, ungrateful whore feels like after a whipping!" He knew he would enjoy delivering the punishment, but he wasn't worried about needing to. He knew enough about Krysten already to know that she loved to guzzle cum, and she wasn't going to let any of it go anywhere but down her eager throat.
When John slouched panting and exhausted in his chair, Paul gripped his slave's hair and yanked her away from the cock in her mouth. "You can suck that cock anytime you want, slut. For now, you belong to ME and I've got work for you." He pulled her unceremoniously into his crotch as he sat on the sofa, and told her to clean his cock.
"You took so fucking long getting a feeding out of that cock that the cum on mine is all dry now. It'll just be more work for you cleaning it off, so get started!"
Krysten began licking the dried cum from around his balls and the base of his cock. Meticulously she cleaned him, sliding her tongue along the shaft, and then taking his head and shaft in her mouth and sucking it clean. He seemed to pay no attention to her at all while she did this, playing instead with the remote for their TV, switching channels and ignoring the girl on his cock. Only occasionally did he even give her the time of day, and that was to casually reach under her and give her tender nipples a pinch and a twist. He didn't take his eyes off the TV as he talked to John, who couldn't even sit up straight by this point.
"You look all in, mate. Gonna have to take it easy for a while are you? Not this whore... it's got a lot of fucking left in it. I can tell you, if it were mine, it would have cock in it's mouth and cunt all the time. No better place for my cock to rest while I'm taking it easy than in a hot wet mouth.... deeper bitch, get the whole thing in there!... ya, it's a hot this one. If it were mine, it would have it's nipples in clamps all day long, and I'd throw bang parties to see how many cocks it could empty in one night. Nothing like a cunt dripping cum to show that it's been really well used." He placed his hands on Krysten's head and pushed, forcing her down on his slowly hardening cock, nearly choking her.
"Swallow it, cunt! Get it down your throat while it's still soft enough to be not so thick. I want your nose pressed into my hair and your chin in my balls!" John lay in awe in his chair, watching his wife's head forced down over the huge cock, watching the cock disappear in her mouth and her nose actually pressing against the man. He couldn't believe it any more than he could believe that his own cock was trying it's best to get hard once again!
Paul felt his cock forcing it's way down her throat, and let out a moan. It was so tight! He listened to her noises as her breathing was cut off, then pulled out til she was able to get a breath, before plunging in once again. He was going to have to get a good throat fuck in pretty quick before his cock got really hard and too thick to get down there. He grabbed her hair and gripped hard, then started ramming her face down on his cock while he met it with bucking thrusts of his cock. Her gagging only served to turn him on even more, and soon he was slamming his cockhead against her throat unable to get down.
Immediately he pulled from her mouth and tossed her to the floor. "Get down bitch, and give me your ass!!" He panted. John's eyes widened. Paul was so big would he ever be able to get it into Krysten's tight ass? Krysten didn't question, she simply bent over on her knees, pressing her shoulders to the floor and lifting her ass high. Paul grabbed her cheeks and pulled. he thrust his now raging hard rod into her cum-dripping cunt and slathered it up good and wet before pushing the head at her ass.
"This is gonna be good!" He whistled. "It has a nice tight ass. It's gonna feel good around my cock!" He pushed, hard and steady, pulling her back at him when she instinctively eased forward. When he heard her whimper in pain he pushed harder, calling her names and telling her what a good ass-fuck she was going to be. With a loud groan and a jerk, the head of his cock disappeared into the ring of her ass and Krysten let out a scream.
John jerked his head up, concerned that she had had enough this time, but his eyes were met by the sight of her head tossed back and her mouth wide open begging her Master to fuck her ass! He watched as Paul began slowly fucking into her until unbelievably all of his long and thick cock had Disappeared. He then started the rhythmic pounding of her ass, his balls slapping her wet slit, her breath coming in short gasps and moans as she begged for more, more, more....
Paul shot John a quick glance. "Are you up to any more?" He asked. Wide eyed, John shook his head. Oh how he wished he could muster one more fuck, but he had no energy left, and even though his cock was jumping and hardening, he was sure it wouldn't be able to cum again for a long time.
"Too bad." Paul said. "This ass-whore needs another cock... or two." He gave John a wicked grin. "It needs maybe 7 or 8 even, but that isn't part of the bargain today is it. Bring me my bag will you?"
John pushed the bag up beside Paul, and watched as he pulled out a large dildo, even bigger than the cock that was ravaging Krysten's ass right now. Paul slipped the dildo under his slave and pushed, forcing it into her wet cunt with a slow and steady motion. She let out a long moan and a ripple ran through her body. Soon there was none of either the cock or the dildo left outside either of Krysten's two holes. That's when Paul really started giving it!
He gripped at her hips and started slamming into her ass, pounding her hard and relentlessly. John started fucking her with the huge dildo, and soon she was screaming... in pleasure... begging them to fuck her harder. She was going absolutely mad, both her holes used at once, and John found himself imagining what it would be like if instead of a dildo it was a real cock fucking her cunt while Paul rammed her ass. Oh how he wished he had it left in him! And that mouth! With a cock stuffed down her throat at the same time, three cocks using her all at once.... Ohhh, watching that would be enough to make a dead man cum!
Paul let out a loud grunt and jerked into her deep. She gasped, nearly falling flat on her face, then gurgled as he bucked into her again.
"Fucking ass-whore! Take my cum!! Take it!!!" He commanded her, just as he exploded in her ass. John slammed the dildo into her cunt even harder, and she started to scream as another orgasm wracked her. Her cunt and ass convulsed, sucking the dildo in, milking the cum from Paul's pulsing cock.
It seemed to John that it went on forever, then at last the cock pulled out of her and she immediately collapsed on the floor. John saw the cum dripping from her ass, and the glistening on the dildo that still penetrated her cunt. He left it there and went back to his chair, his legs shaking. Krysten's body was slick with sweat where she lay motionless on the floor, the dildo sticking from her.
"Ask it if it's had enough." Paul said softly but with a glint in his eyes.
John looked at his wife. "Honey, have you had enough? Do you want to stop now?" he cooed.
Krysten lifted her head slowly, looked at John, then at Paul. Slowly she turned her eyes back to her husband. "Oh god no!" she panted.
Paul laughed. He'd picked up early on Krysten's need to be a well used slave. This was the answer he had expected. He walked around to her head and sat on the floor with his back resting against the sofa.
"Good." He said. "Then stop wasting time! There's a dirty cock here for you to clean! And don't let that dildo out of your cum hole, I rather like the look of it there." He grinned wickedly as she dragged herself the few feet across the floor to where she could begin licking his cock clean. John let out a groan and lay back to watch. What else would this Master think of for his sex hungry wife tonight?
To Be Continued...
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