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Busy with my army work and a couple of other cunts, I didn’t see my bitch couple for several days, until she sent a message to my private email, begging me to fuck her again. It makes her wet, she says, just thinking about me, and my big cock up her cunt and her hubby watching. We’re both your slaves, she wrote, your possessions. She had made it pretty clear that she wanted to be degraded and fucked and be roughly used by Master Glen, her bull, to whom she and hubby belonged. And, please, she also begged, make Danny (her husband) squirm. Make him beg for you, she wrote. Yeah, I wanted to make him beg, that’s for sure. My dick got strained against the cloth just imagining the two of them on their hands and knees.
So I drove to the cunt’s house after my gym workout, where I had been lifting weights and noticing a few male and female bitches eye me up and down. I’ve got a hard muscular build, not just from army drills, but from years of regular weight training. I always wear form-fitting, wife-beater tops to display my muscles. My legs are pretty well-developed, too. Driving into the garage, I entered the house from there to the kitchen where I had fucked her last week in front of her wimpy husband. I need to pay a bit more attention to him this time. I wanted to tease and make him hanker after his bull, become deranged with lust. And I needed to fuck my married slut.
I had told her to be ready for me, to kneel naked on the living room sofa cushions and lean over the back of it, her ass exposed for a good spanking, her fine round tits pressed against the back. I’m not obsessed with tits but I appreciate a good pair, especially when nipple clamped, which was going to happen to her tits eventually. This was something she wanted. Something I wanted, which is more important. Too much time had lapsed and she needed a reminder of her position and function. As instructed, Danny her husband stood, stripped to his underwear in a corner. He had also been emailing me scenarios like he was some kind of movie director and I was an actor. He had a thing to learn: I was the boss and he was a cunt and needed a good fucking like his wife. It was his suggestion to stand in a corner, watching. But I ordered back: turn your face to the wall and don’t look until I give you permission. Understand, bitch? Sir, yes Sir, he replied. So he was mine also.
I also instructed Kim the wife not to look at me or say a word unless I gave her permission. She said in the email that she had been a bad girl and needed a good spanking. How bad were you? I asked in a reply. What did you do? She said that she had wicked thoughts about a high school boy down the road. She wanted him to pretend she was his teacher and fuck her on the desk. She wanted to suck his cock and swallow his young load while he pressed her head against his groin and called her slut and cunt, just the way I did. She played with her pussy, pinching and rubbing her clit, until she came, fantasizing about the student sitting on her face, his hard young tasty cock down her tuzla escort throat. And then Danny walked in and when he saw the high school stud face fucking his wife, he fell on his hands and knees like a dog, whimpering. Wasn’t that a bad thing to imagine, daddy? Is daddy angry? she wrote? I prefer to be caled Sir or Master rather than daddy, but to humor the horny slut, I replied in the same spirit: yes, daddy was angry, and his little girl deserved a good spanking.
When I entered the room I didn’t speak. I admired her still taut body and firm ass, not bad for a mature cunt. She was forty at least. They had eighteen year old twins, a boy and girl, both away at college. And I wondered if one day I’d be fucking them as well, create a private bull-owned family. Just a fantasy. For now, what was real were the parents waiting to be used. I dropped my coat to the floor, then I began caressing her ass, fondling, tickling, pinching, running my fingers up and down her pussy. Her outer lips were already moist. She moaned in expectation and pleasure and when I suddenly smacked her ass cheeks hard, four times in a row, she yelped, but whimpered thank you, daddy, thank you. Then I slapped those fine cheeks harder and harder.
“Daddy’s little girl’s been bad, hasn’t she? Answer me!”
She groaned with pleasure:
“Yes, daddy, your little girl has been real bad, daddy.”
“Daddy’s little girl wants a high school boy to fuck her, doesn’t she?” And I smacked her so hard across one cheek that even my hand smarted. She yelped like a dog.
“Yes, oh, yes, daddy.”
“What a fucking cockwhore, you are, just a horny housewife bitch, aren’t you?”
So her “Daddy” whacked her buttocks so hard, she cried out and my hand was stinging, and her flesh blazoned hot red. She began whimpering and crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy, getting warm, just smacked her ass several times harder and harder, even thought of flogging the hot bitch, but decided there would be another time for that. Shackle her arms and legs, spreadeagled. I’d have to see how far she wanted to go. But the way she was wiggled her flaming red ass and moaning made me realize how much she enjoyed and needed the spanking.
In the corner Danny whimpered and even begged to be allowed to turn around. I pulled my black belt off my military fatigues, looped it in one hand, and approached Danny who stood about 5’9 to my 6’3. He had a narrow waist and nicely rounded ass cheeks it looked like he took care of his body.
“What did you say, bitch? Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No, Master Glen, Sir.”
Then without another word I whacked his ass hard and loud with the looped belt and he screamed out “Holy fuck!” Which almost made me burst out laughing. But he didn’t turn around, although he tried to cover his cheeks with his hands. I must remember to tie them next time. Leather wrist shackles would do the trick.
“Move your fucking hands, bitch.”
And he obeyed just in time for me to apply another resounding whack over his tuzla escort bayan cheeks which immediately flamed. I dropped the belt and stood closely behind him, the fingers of one hand probing his asshole under his boxers. He flinched and seemed to fall back into my chest as if expecting to be embraced like a woman. I inserted two fingers in his mouth for him to suck and he noisily slurpred on them as if he had been starving. Then I pushed the two fingers up his ass right to the the second knuckle. With the other hand I reached around and grabbed a hold of his small but erect cock through the underwear and squeezed. He jerked and bucked as I finger fucked him as well, but releasing his pathetic dick I grabbed him by the waist and pulled his body onto my fingers and probed faster, pushing a third finger in, as he writhed and moaned and begged please, Sir, please.
“Please what, bitch?”
That was all he said, please Sir. I fucked him a minute or two longer with three fingers, my own cock rigid as a telephone pole, but I was ready to fuck him in the ass with it and I hadn’t finished with Kim yet. Besides, I wanted him to pant and imagine how much more was coming to him.
I pulled my fingers out and ordered him to suck his ass juices off them, which he did eagerly. My fingers practically down his throat up to the knuckles he clenched around them as if he had been starving for that particular food. Thinking he had pleased me, he begged again: “please, Master Glen, Sir, may I turn around and watch?”
“First, lick my boots, cunt.”
I had expected resistance, but he fell to his knees and hunched forward like a dog and his tongue shot out to kiss the toe of my sand-coloured, army boots. He ran his tongue along the rim of one sole. I had a terrific urge to straddle his body and piss all over the wimp’s face, but decided to leave that pleasure for another time. My cock, proudly poking out of my fatigues, glistened with precum, as it always did, and I gave him permission to sit up and lick the tip of its thick rounded head. Not to take it in his mouth, yet, but just to pleasure himself with the taste of his bull’s cum. His tongue shot out and lapped at the piss hole leaking precum. It was all I could do to stop myself from ramming my bull cock down the fucker’s throat. No, not yet. Tantalize the bitch and make it wait while I dealt with his wife, Kim the cunt. I pulled away from his tongue, and leaned over to whisper in his ear:
“You want your bull to fuck you senseless, wimpboy, you wanna be my cunt?”
He looked up with tears of joy in his eyes.
“Oh, yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir.”
I ordered him to keep down on all fours like the dog bitch, but he could watch from the corner. And I turned my attention to his wife.
“You’re my private little cumslut, aren’t you bitch, just a whorish fuckdoll.”
“Yes, daddy, please, please.”
“Will daddy’s little girl be good from now on?”
“Yes, daddy, please no more, daddy.”
“But you really need more, don’t you, cunt? Tell Daddy escort tuzla you want him to spank you hard. Say please!”
“Oh, no, no, yes, please, daddy, please, do it, spank me. Been so bad, spank me.”
I slapped those reddening cheeks six more times for good measure, with my hand although one day she’d feel the belt also, then immediately stuck my fingers in her pussy: fuck, it was wet! Pulling her hair back with one hand, I fingered her cunt with the other, eventually slipping my entire fist in her hot pussy as she pushed back as if she wanted to fuck my arm!! I stroked with my fist in and out and she cried out, “oh, daddy, daddy, please please.”
“You still want that high school kid to fuck you, bitch?”
She didn’t answer. But the murmurings, the panting, the groaning, the pushing back of her cunt onto my fist: all demonstrated her ardor and desire to go to the edge, to be totally owned and fucked and punished by her soldier bull. My cock was so fucking hard and huge it throbbed visibly and was ready to explode a geyser of hot white bull cum.
I turned her around on the cushions and sat between her legs as she lay back, and lifted them above my shoulders. My cock reared like a fucking stallion and I was losing control myself, so I pushed between her pussy lips and rammed it home. I could feel the bulging veins of my shaft bruise against the soft wet walls of her cunt, and I stroked fast and furiously. She screamed out, and so did Danny, like I was fucking them both at the same time. I grasped her thighs and bulldozed her deeply, my balls pressed against her pussy as my cock bellowed its way home to her womb. It felt as if it were expanding wider and growing longer and reaching boiling point. My fatigues down to my ankles, my soldier’s tags dangling over her mouth as I pressed forward, her cunt muscles gripped tightly around my thick hard cock as she pushed up to meet every one of my down strokes, Danny’s saliva dried on my boots, I pummeled relentlessly, the cum boiling in my balls, aching to explode inside my bitch.
Then, fuck, without permission Danny crawled over to the sofa and with one hand touched my ass. I was so taken aback I pulled out of Kim’s cunt and turned around to face him, ready to give the disobedient wimp a powerful back hand just as my cum erupted. A heavy load shot out directly at his face, splashing over his eyes and nose and lips and his tongue sticking out. I couldn’t stop it, it just shot out in great streams of hot cum. My hand instinctively grabbed his hair and pulled him to closer, his mouth open.
“You fucking disobedient cunt! You’ll be punished for this.”
Then I rammed my cock, still hard and erupting down his open throat and pushed his head against my pubes and he gagged and bolted as if about to bring up what he had no choice but to swallow. I kept his head there and just emptied myself down his throat, not giving a fuck about his gag reflex. Not the way I had planned it, but maybe in the end this was the best thing, because it showed me what Danny my cuntboy needed and was clearly wanting to face the consequences for disobedience. And Kim just folded herself on the sofa and moaned, a strange smile on his face, her eyes open but glazed as if hypnotized.
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