After the activities of that morning, Scott and Rachel spent the rest of the day in relative isolation, sitting by the pool and trying to comprehend the situation they found themselves in. Here they were, two newlyweds, just days after saying their vows, both owned by a more powerful man.
As they stared at one another, the memory of their regular life faded away.
That evening, Rachel and Scott returned to the main house for dinner. Paul served four courses, sitting at the head of the table and holding Rachel’s hand from time to time. Scott watched longingly, his cock already re-charged from the mornings ordeal. Because Paul had not given the command to take out the buttplug, Scott sat at the dinner table, with the glass phallus locked in his butthole.
After dinner, Paul took Rachel by the hand and led her towards his bedroom. Obediently, Scott followed a few paces behind. As they stepped through the doorframe, Paul said “Rachel, there is an outfit for you in the closet, please put it on. Scott, follow me…”
Grabbing another wood box off the shelf, Paul led Scott back into the hallway, and closed the door. Paul kneeled on the ground, and opened the box’s lid to reveal a 9” flesh-toned dildo with a suction cup base. He slammed it onto the hardwood floor, locking the suction cup firmly in place. Looking up at Scott, Paul directed “get naked and sit on it.”
Sheepishly, Scott said “but I still have that plug in.” “I thought you might” Paul responded “take it out and set it on the floor.”
With some effort, Scott slowly withdrew the crystal clear plug from his ass, and set it the floor. As it withdrew, he suddenly felt empty and realized he had loved the comfort of a full ass. It was alittle dirty from being inside him all day, but certainly not an offensive sight. As he bent over to set it down, Paul looked at his gaped ass, the pinkish ring of Scott’s butthole beckoning him. Another day, he thought.
Scott spit onto the dildo, and slowly lowered himself down on it. With each inch, he felt himself get full again and that sense of comfort returned. Paul watched closely “goes in a bit easier now that you’re trained, doesn’t it? I appreciated the initiative you took to keep the plug in your ass all day. You’re a very good boy.”
As Scott took the entire length of the dildo, Paul squatted in front of him and looked in his eyes. “What you have in your ass is an exact replica of my cock, all 9” inches. Tonight, you can come as much as you want, but you can’t use your hands. That dildo must not leave your ass. Don’t break the rules, I will know.”
With that, Paul stepped back into the bedroom, leaving the door a tiny bit ajar. Scott peaked through, seeing his bride Rachel wearing a negligee and tall heels. As he watched, Paul wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, kicking the door shut in the process.
With that, Scott was forced to stare at the hardwood door, his imagination running wild about what was happening inside.
Inside, Paul was kissing Rachel, and treating her to some romantic foreplay. She swooned in his arms, unable to control her body as she felt their tongues dance. Before long, there was a crystal clear drop of sticky pussy juice slowly working it’s way past her hairless pussy lips and down the inside of her thigh. Finally, she felt Paul’s hand explore underneath the hem of the negligee, and return covered in grool and pussy juice. Paul rubbed her own juices on her lips, before returning his mouth to hers. As they kissed, she recognized the taste of her own cunt on his lips and tongue, driving her wild.
With his strong arms, Paul threw Rachel onto the bed, flipping her over so that her ass was high in the air. Behind her, she heard his clothing fall to the floor and felt two hands, rough from years of woodworking, grab her hips and pull her backwards towards the edge of the bed.
On the other side of the bedroom door, Scott tried desperately to listen. He had heard the soft moans of his wife, and now heard the rustling of fabric and bedding.
Inside the bedroom, Paul lined up his cock with Rachel’s dripping pussy. Looking down, he could see his own pulse in the swollen veins running the length of his phallus and could almost see Rachel’s in the movement of her clit, almost purple from arousal.
Grabbing her hips, Paul pulled himself until he felt her wetness on the head of his cock. He slid past her tight pussy lips, and inch by inch, drove himself into her. She gasped as he entered her, the anticipation making her legs shake. With each slow thrust, she felt the head of his cock push tightly against her cervix. She felt herself stretch to accept him, and began to moan like an animal as he slowly used her body.
Like a metronome, Paul began to slowly increase his pace.
From the other side of the door, Scott could hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh and his bride moaning. In his mind’s eye, he pictured Rachel on top of Paul, riding his pole. He could imagine the joy and passion on her face. With this in mind, he began to slowly ride the rubber cock in his ass, trying to match the rhythm of the lovers in the next room.
Inside, Paul continued to pound Rachel from behind, picking up pace with each minute. As she neared orgasm, he slapped her full athletic ass, leaving a red palm print on her right cheek. Feeling the sharp pain of the slap, she came on his cock, her pussy contracting and taking him deeper. She squirted onto the white bed sheets, the sweet musky fragrance filling their nostrils.
Paul continued to fuck her, and shifted his stance, grabbing a handful of hair in one hand and a handful of her ass in the other. Rachel moaned as her head was pulled back, the pain in her scalp a reminder of Paul’s total power over her body.
Behind her, Paul watched her ass ripple, and let a large dollop of saliva drip out of his mouth and directly onto her tight dark asshole. As Rachel recoiled from the moisture on this sensitive location, she felt his thumb slowly sliding it’s way into her ass. Before long, he controlled her body like a puppet master.
Outside the door, Scott was entranced by the sound, unable to watch and becoming so aroused, his cock flailed as he rode the dildo.
Finally, Paul began a furious pace, the equivalent of an Olympic sprinter in his final strides. Beneath him Rachel howled through ragged breaths “fuck, fuck me, deeper, give…me…your….cum, all…of it…please! Give me a baby!” She could feel Paul’s sweat dripping onto her back, and felt his cock began to pulse. Suddenly, she felt an intense heat inside her, a fire in her belly as Paul’s cum began to fill her. As the heat spread, she came again, her pussy juices dripping off Paul’s balls to the floor. She convulsed on his cock, writhing like a woman possessed. He continued to thrust as they both finished cumming.
Outside the door, Scott was in an almost manic state, riding like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby.
Inside the bedroom, Paul looked down and realized with a smile that he was standing in a puddle of Rachel’s squirt. He slowly withdrew his cock from Rachel, a torrent of his cum spilling out behind it. He laughed to himself, that wasn’t just a creampie, it was cream flood.
He stepped back, examining his handiwork: Rachel’s stretched and red pussy lips, the hand print on her ass, and the white cum dripping out. As he watched, she fell face first into the bed sheets, exhausted.
Suddenly, light bulb went off in Paul’s head and he opened the bedroom door to find Scott, still kneeling on the ground, covered in sweat and surrounded by a puddle of his own cum almost two feet wide. “Did you enjoy our performance?” Paul asked.
Scott nodded quietly, his cock slowly shrinking as he looked up at Paul.
“Good boy” Paul said “now go to bed, Rachel is staying with me tonight…also, don’t forget your friend.”
Paul turned and closed the bedroom door, leaving Scott alone. Scott lifted himself off the dildo and picked up the plug, dipping it in the puddle of his own still-warm cum before re-inserting it. This time, it went in easy.
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Every fucking body wants part six to infinity
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