Wyatt storms back into the den, his shock now turned to anger.
“Did you see that?” he barks at Bruce. “In my own goddamn house…”
“Did I see what? You charging in like a jackass whose dick solves all problems?” Bruce chuckles. “Or did you mean did I see Anna take control of the situation and stand up to you like she should?”
“After all I’ve done for her…” Wyatt grumbles.
“And she is truly grateful, you old fuck,” Bruce defends. “But she is not property. Not mine and certainly not yours.”
“You better get your woman under control,” Wyatt continues grumbling
“My woman is just fine. Because she is finding out how to be her own woman,” Bruce says sternly. “Walk it off, old man. You were wrong and she told you so.”
Bruce hears the three women walking down the hall toward them.
“Now put your ego aside and be a fucking gentleman,” Bruce says, elbowing Wyatt slightly.
As they round the corner, Anna meets Wyatt’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Wyatt. I truly wanted these two…” she smacks Monique and Francesca’s asses playfully, “to myself. You know how they can be together.”
Anna whispers into their ears. The French girls giggle and walk over to Wyatt, getting on their knees and tending to his cock. “I know how important you getting your dick sucked is. I haven’t forgotten. I told them to find a way to make it up to you. Since you’re so mad at us.” She winks at Wyatt then turns and walks over to Bruce, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses his lips gently and whispers in his ear, “I’m going to pay for that later aren’t I?”
Bruce kisses her back and grins.
“Oh most certainly, Miss Aubergine,” Bruce says in mock sincerity. “Shame on you for scolding an old man when he’s being an idiot. Shame, shame.”
He playfully smacks her ass twice. “I hope you have learned your lesson.”
Anna giggles playfully and moans softly at his smacks, biting her lip and feeling her pussy throb at his touch.
Wyatt grunts and focuses on the return of his playthings.
“Well it seems they have their mouths full but I never did get around to eating lunch,” Bruce says, standing and putting an arm around her waist. “Would you care to join me?”
“I’d love to join you, sir. I can provide whatever you need me to,” Anna responds.
He takes her hand and he leads her down the hallway. Suddenly he pulls her into a spare room. He smirks and pushes her onto the bed. She giggles, spreading her legs. He joins her on the bed and she wraps her arms around his neck while he kisses her deeply, his hands exploring her body, stroking her sides and gripping her hips, hard.
Anna whimpers slightly, not expecting the roughness “Sir…”
“Excuse me if watching you control those French girls didn’t turn me on something fierce,” he growls before sucking her nipple. “And I noticed you were so rudely interrupted before you got to cum. ”
He pushes two fingers inside of her, finding her already soaked.
“Now that just doesn’t seem fair, now does it?” he whispers, starting to move his fingers in and out while his other hand wraps around her throat, pulsing with gentle squeezes.
She starts to tremble as his fingers and mouth start to work her body. She gasps for air slightly as her face starts to flush. “I… s.. s…sir….” she stutters, unable to speak. Fifteen minutes ago she was high on being in control. Now she is absolutely at his mercy. After all this time how can he have complete control over her so quickly?
She closes her eyes and lets the feelings wash over her body, the intensity growing the tighter his hand squeezes around her neck. She squirms, playfully trying to get away from him, wanting to see what he’ll do to her if she squirms too much. He may have control but she wants to push him a bit, see what she can get away with.
“Oh did you want me to stop playing with you?” he growls, taking his fingers out of her. “Should I give my sassy little slut what she wants?”
He keeps pulsing his hand on her throat and positions himself between her legs, rubbing her juices up and down his throbbing length..
“Am I rewarding you for bad behavior?” he chuckles. “Or is this a punishment?”
He pushes his entire length inside of her in one thrust, his balls slapping against her wet lips..
“I guess we will find out,” he growls.
Anna can’t speak but her back arches slightly as he pushes into her, her mouth opening as a scream tries to escape my body but no sound comes out. She struggles to make a sound, a moan finally forcing its way out as her nails scratch across his back.
Suddenly Wyatt is in the doorway again interrupting, his cock half hard. Clearly the girls have finished him off. “Punishing her for her behavior?” He says with a smirk, “little slut deserves it…” His voice is heavy, he wants to punish her himself for my disrespectful tone with him.
“Need help, youngbuck? I’m in a merciful mood today…” he says to Bruce, his eyes never leaving Anna’s body, his cock twitching to life again.
“You I just got finished off by your playthings,” Bruce hisses back at him. “Leave me to deal with Anna on my own.”
“Just trying to be helpful,” he says.
“No, you just prefer my slut to your own and that’s too damn bad,” Bruce half shouts at him. “Leave
Now.”
He vanishes from the doorway.
“The fucking nerve of that guy…” Bruce says. “Now where was I?”
He thrusts deeply inside of her.
“Right about there I think…”
Watching Bruce defend her and tell Wyatt off somehow turns her on even more. Her pussy tightens around him, intensifying his thrusts.
“Fuck… Sir… That was so fucking hot….” she gasps.
“Was it?” he responds with a chuckle. “Is that hot too?”
He points up, drawing her attention to the fact that the ceiling is one large mirror. He starts taking longer strokes, removing and feeding her his entire length. Making sure she can see him entering you each time.
“Specialty room,” he chuckles before putting her legs over his shoulders and driving himself deeper inside of her.
Anna’s eyes widen and she groans. She has watched him fuck her on video before. But she has never gotten to watch them in the moment. God, she loves the way she looks when he fucks her. The way her makes her tits bounce when he pushes in. The way her flesh turns white then red beneath his firm touch. The way his thick shaft disappears inside her wet, swollen lips again and again. Her body starts trembling, watching and feeling sending overwhelming her senses.
“I… Fuck… Bruce…” She can’t speak, losing her mind as he controls her body. Her hands grip the sheets and she braces herself against his thrusts. Her eyes meet his again, pleading with him to make her cum. God she just wants to cum. On him. For him. Fuck, nobody knows how to work her body like he does. Fuck… FUCK! She screams inside her head.
“Let’s make the old man really jealous since we know he’s watching,” Bruce says, pointing to a camera mounted in the mirror.
“I guess I should really punish you,” Bruce calls out in an exaggerated tone.
He pulls his cock out of her pussy and pushes it into her ass, her juices lubricating him.
He keeps her legs on his shoulders and grips her thighs for leverage, his thrusts getting harder and deeper as her hole stretches to adjust to his girth..
Anna screams loudly as he thrusts into her ass, both of them knowing she is faking the pain, wanting Wyatt to believe she is being ‘punished for her behavior.
“Oh fuck… Sir, your big cock is stretching out my tight ass… Fuck… Please… It hurts…” she says, groaning, trying her best to sound pained when she feels such intense pleasure.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” Bruce asks, winking at her.
Before she can answer, he pushes his hand between her legs and starts rubbing her clit.
“I said, are you going to be a good girl?”
Not letting her answer again, he reaches my other hand to her throat and squeezes.
“Anna, are you going to be a good girl?”
He releases her throat long enough for her to gasp, “Yes” before squeezing again.
“Then show me you’re a good girl,” he says before growling. “Good girls cum.”
Her moans get louder, the pretend sounds giving way to her true full throated passion. Her ass is fully open, accepting his cock as he pushes into her deeply, his balls slapping against her cheeks with each thrust.
Her body tenses as he continues to rub her clit. As he releases her throat she screams. She puts her hands on her ass cheeks and pulls them apart so he can thrust even deeper. She closes her eyes and hears him tell her to cum again. His fingers increase their speed on her clit, pinching slightly. That sends her over the edge. It always feels different when she cums with him in her ass. Every sensation is amplified. Her body shakes harder. She screams louder. It is one of the reasons she is happy he is the only man who has ever been in her ass. She doesn’t want to experience this feeling with anyone else. She takes all of her strength to pull his hand off her throat. It’s hard enough to breathe.
Bruce waits for her body to stop spasming and her breath to return almost to normal before pulling out of her. Anna keep her legs in the air, her hands still holding her ass apart. She admires her gaping hole in the mirror, wishing his cum was leaking out of her.
She puts her legs down and asks him sweetly, “Sir, will you cum on me? Please?”
“If that’s what my good girl wants,” Bruce says with a wink, walking around to herr side.
He wraps her hand around his still rigid shaft. “Would you like to do the honors?”
Anna giggles and grips his shaft, sucking your tip gently. She’s never tasted him after he’s been in her ass but she can’t help herself now. “Claim my body on the outside, sir…” She gets up on her knees and whispers in his ear, “Make Wyatt jealous he can’t make me messy with his cum.”
She strokes his cock and spits on it before wrapping her tits around his shaft. She starts to move them over his cock, sucking his tip as it is revealed between her breasts. Moaning as she bounces up and down, milking his cock.
His body quickly tenses. She knew he was close. She lets him fuck her tits even more rarely than she lets him fuck her ass. She’s showing off for the camera. As she strokes him with her breasts he moans loudly before shoving her back onto the bed.
He strokes himself quickly and firmly. My legs start to shake. Then his arms. He digs his toes into the carpet. His mouth opens wordlessly before he cries out, letting loose a torrent of thick, hot cum onto her breasts, stomach, and pussy. Trying his hardest not to get it on her face.
Anna giggles and moans as his cum lands on her skin. Some gets on her chin. She smiles at him and wipes it away with her finger, sucking it clean.
“Well, I hope you have learned your lesson,” he smirks, trying to catch his breath.
“I did, sir. Thank you for disciplining me. What should I do with my mess, sir?” she winks at him playfully and lays there, feeling the cum start to dry on her.
“Oh I have an idea,” he chuckles then yells over his shoulder, “Monique, Francesca, I know you’re hiding outside the door, watching. Get in here and clean her up like good girls.”
The two French girls enter, giggling. Monique bounds over to Anna like her usual ball of energy. Francesca stops in front of Bruce, puts her arms around his neck, looks him in the eye and says, “I do it for her. Not for you. I belong to her.”
Then she dismounts, turns around and pushes her sister out of the way, lapping at the mess and looking up at Anna, awaiting praise or instruction.
“Looks like somebody broke the brat,” Bruce chuckles again. “And it wasn’t Wyatt.”
Anna moans and strokes the girls’ hair, meeting Bruce’s eyes. “I guess they just needed a woman’s touch.” She winks and then spies Wyatt in the doorway.
“I hope your ego isn’t too bruised, Wyatt,” she addresses him. I didn’t mean to take them from you.”
“I must admit, Anna, I didn’t expect you would break them so quickly,” the older man says, stroking his chin. “I was looking forward to the fun.”
Francesca looks at Wyatt and puts her hands on her hips. “You haven’t broken me, Mister Wyatt. Just Anna has…” Her bratty tone heavy, she clearly will still be a brat to Wyatt. Anna giggles and smacks her ass. “Behave, girl. He’s still in charge.”
“You didn’t stop by trying to join in again, did you, old man?” Bruce says to him, half joking, half not.
“Not this time,” he says, almost ashamed but not quite. “I have news for you.”
Bruce gets up off the bed. Monique stretches out her long legs to fill the space he had been in.
“Well, out with it then,” Bruce says, standing next to Wyatt in the door, watching the three women play with each other.
“We’re going to be having a guest;” he says cryptically.
“Someone I know?” Bruce say.
“Oh most definitely,” he responds.
“Just say it already,” Bruce says, getting fed up with his games.
“Carolina,” he says loud enough for the whole room to hear.
Bruce’s face drops and goes white. The French girls both take their mouths off of Anna and look at each other across her body.
“That’s what I thought y’all might say,” Wyatt chuckles to himself and walks away, satisfied. “She gets in tonight.”
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