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My Husband, My Slave--Part 3

Date: 9/27/2017, Categories: Fiction, Cuckold, Cum Swallowing, Female Domination, Oral Sex, Slavery, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

relationship. I call the shots and I make all the decisions. After you are gone I will allow John to fuck me until I can’t stand up. You have nothing to fear from him unless you try to hurt me like the last one did. Not only didn’t he fuck me, but he’ll regret it for the rest of his life.” “I don’t believe in that stuff. I’d never force a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do.” I took out my business card and wrote my private number on the back. Handing it to him I suggested he think it over and call me. I planted a quick kiss on his lips to help him decide. “Hmm…nice. I’ll call you beginning of the week.” He waved as he drove off and I returned to actually fill my gas tank. Of course, I told John all about it once I was home. He had carried the groceries into the kitchen and was putting everything away when I told him. “I met an interesting young man at the gas station, John. He’s an engineer on that bridge project. I’m thinking of fucking him. If I do I’ll expect you to be on your best behavior. I’m not going to bind you into the chair. You will bring us drinks and maybe some chips and salsa. I’ll want you in the room with us, probably kneeling on the floor near the bed where I can touch your head. You will, of course, clean me after each time and I’ll expect you to clean him, too. He may fuck me more than once, but only you will spend the night in my bed.” John raised his hand and I allowed him to speak. I knew this could be a traumatic experience, but I also demanded ... compliance. “Must you fuck other men, Miss Sophie?” “You know how much I love to fuck you, John. Unfortunately, your equipment is a bit small for me. I’ve explained how I need something big in me from time to time. If you were bigger I wouldn’t need this. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet come up with any way to make you the size I need. I’ve explained several times that it’s only sex so I’m not going to explain again. Finish with the groceries and come in to serve my feet.” John began by licking and sucking each of my toes while massaging the balls and soles of my feet. He was really excellent at this and I doubted I’d ever tire of it. He spent almost a half hour on my right foot before switching to my left. It was clear that he enjoyed it as much as I did. I spread my legs and he moved into his position. I pissed once he had sealed off my cunt. Then he gave me the most incredible orgasm. I was probably getting one or two a week before enslaving John and all of them were either courtesy of my own fingers or my vibrator. Now I was getting three or four every day and John was responsible for every single one. No wonder I enjoyed having him as my slave. To be totally honest I would have done it even if I never had another orgasm. John needed my control. I’d be destroyed if I allowed anything to happen to him. I hadn’t lied about that. I never lied. I leaned down to give John a long passionate kiss once he was done. His face was smeared with my goo and he looked so adorable, even as ...