My eyes fluttered open. A soft grey morning light from an overcast day streamed through the window sheers. The mansion was dead quiet. I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower spritz on. I peeked up over the bed to see the Missus with her back towards me lying naked under duvet. I laid back down on the carpeted floor, pulling the blanket over my shoulders which ached from sleeping on the floor. My fingers lingered on the padded leather collar still around my neck. What the hell am I doing here in this sex club? Why did I allow myself to be sold to this couple; the dominant man and his beautiful auburn haired wife with boobs as big as mine. When they were done having fun with me last night, they kicked me out of the bed and made me sleep on the floor beside them. I awoke naked with my long sugar brown hair covering my face. I brushed it aside.
The mattress squeaked with movement and I looked up to see the Missus gazing over the side at me. Her hair was a delightful mess.
“Good morning,” she said.
“Morning.”
“Come, lie in the bed with me.”
I scrambled up into the soft bed and crawled beneath the warm sheets to cuddle up to her. She spooned me, pressing her big soft boobs against my back as she gently kissed the nape of my neck.
“You are really quite beautiful, Kate. Where are you from?”
“California.”
Her legs stretched along the length of mine and I relaxed into the comfort of her warm body. The bathroom door opened and Mister stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked better than I remembered with the taut sinewy body of someone who runs. He picked my robe from off the floor and after whipping off its sash, he climbed onto to the bed to pry his wife from me. My heart beat quickened with fear as he roughly took my wrists and tied them together. When he was done, he jerked them above my head and tied them to the headboard. The Missus had laid on her side and was watching as Mister crawled over me to straddle my shoulders with his knees. He dropped his towel onto my torso. He shoved his freshly washed, half erect dick into my willing mouth. I took it like a good submissive, letting him shove it down my throat until he was satisfied with my exaggerated gagging. Back and forth, it slid over my tongue hardening into a meaty shaft. My head sank into the pillow under his weight and I struggled not to choke on his gooey pre-cum trickling into my throat. His hands clutched the sides of my head and he pumped it down my throat several times until he groaned and a hot river of cum blew into my mouth. I was forced to swallow. He shook and shuddered with his head flung back as his cock drained down my throat. I was struggling to breathe through my cock choked throat until he finally fell over onto the bed beside the Missus. She kissed his cheek as he exhaled hard from the release from his morning wood. She leaned over at me and untied me before languidly cozying up to her husband.
She said, “Get dressed, go downstairs and get us some breakfast. Coffee with cream and sugar for me. Black for the master.”
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