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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

Seconds later he was inside me and pumping furiously. One of the things I liked about doggie was his contact with my G-spot. John had fucked me actively for more than fifteen minutes giving me two intense orgasms. I told him then to stop. Moving from the bed to the floor I pushed John back until he fell onto the bed. Once I was between his legs I took him into my mouth to suck and lick him until he was delirious with need. Only then did I rake his nipples with my nails. He exploded into my mouth. I captured it all so John was ready when I moved forward for a kiss. However, he was in for a surprise. I laughed when he found my mouth empty then I kissed him again and again. I locked him up once I had washed his groin completely and we retired for the night. I whispered, “I love you, slave,” just before closing my eyes. “I love you, Miss Sophie,” John responded. I pulled him even closer and we went quickly to sleep. Monday morning I was only in the office about a half hour when my private line rang. “Hello.” “Um…is this Sophie?” “Yes, it is Daniel; how nice to hear from you.” “I have to tell you that this is the craziest thing I’ve ever done, but—okay, I’m game.” “I’m glad, Daniel. I hope you’re saving up a nice big load for me.” “You don’t have to worry about that. May I ask why you do this?” “It has everything to do with size. I wouldn’t if John could stretch my puss. He tries hard, but he just can’t. That’s where you come in.” “Are you sure he won’t get upset? I’d hate to ... wind up in a fight.” “You have my promise, Daniel. John will do exactly as I tell him. He already knows of my plans and it helps that we will only fuck the one night. I’m sorry, but that’s the way it has to be. I do promise that it will be a memorable experience for you and, hopefully, for me, too.” He agreed and we set the date for Friday night. I was busy all week so the time just flew by until Wednesday morning when Phil Norris, the CEO, stopped by to see me. “Uh, Sophie…you had some dealings with Clark Donaldson, didn’t you?” “Yes, Phil—he’s point man for Hallowell so I’ve dealt with him many times. Why?” “I was just on the phone with their CEO. It seems that someone sent him and their entire board a video of Clark with some dominatrix. He said it was really obscenely disgusting. He tried to speak with Clark about it yesterday afternoon, but Clark ranted something about his wife and ran out of their building. He learned this morning that Clark has committed suicide--just terrible…what a mess.” “I can’t believe it, Phil. Clark was always such a level-headed man. Seeing a dominatrix; that’s just unbelievable. I’d like to know the plans for the funeral and wake so I can pay my respects--his poor wife!” That’s what I said, but inside I was thinking that she was lucky to get rid of a loser like Clark. Apparently, she agreed—I learned at the wake that she had been in the middle of divorce proceedings when Clark took his life. John and I paid our respects to his family then sat ...