She is a school teacher

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Becky and I met in college, and eventually we got married and started working. She was a school teacher, and I was an accountant. Our sex life was quite bland, mundane, and boring, consisting only of the traditional missionary position. I tried to persuade her to have some breakthroughs in our sex life, or at least to tell me her sexual fantasies, but she always seemed uninterested. Three years into our marriage, we discovered that the reason we hadn't had children was because I was infertile. Becky was quite frustrated; she desperately wanted a child. I was also heartbroken because I also longed for a child. Because of this, I began to fantasize about her sleeping with other men and getting her pregnant—a man giving her what I couldn't give her: a child. I never had the courage to tell her about my fantasies, although the thought grew stronger. Every time we saw couples with their children, I could see the pain and longing on her face, and sometimes even the resentment she felt towards my infertility. She didn't hide her feelings; I could sense her despair towards me. One night, we were both drinking heavily, and I told her about my fantasy. I imagined her getting pregnant by another man, having a healthy baby, and me watching her have sex with that man. Because having a child was so important to us, I had to watch, just like I was getting her pregnant through that man. She slapped me hard, then slapped me again. "How could you think of me as a whore!" she screamed, pounding her fists into my chest. "I'm your wife, you infertile bastard!" She cried in my arms, but soon regained her composure. She said she knew it wasn't my fault because she wanted a child just like me. I threw myself into my work, and our marriage deteriorated rapidly. She often used physical discomfort as an excuse to refuse sex, and I couldn't be bothered to bother her. We became extremely cold in bed, and I grew increasingly uneasy about the marriage. Later, the company held a cocktail party because our manager was being transferred to another region, and three people were being laid off. This meant three vacancies were waiting to be filled. Mr. William, the company owner, wanted to host a party to see all of us; I guessed he wanted to see us before deciding who had a chance for promotion. Becky said she was too tired to go, but I insisted she go because it was so important to us. Our company likes to employ married people; employees' wives are an important part of our company culture. At the party, Becky gradually relaxed and had more and more fun. Before we found out I couldn't have children, she had always been a very cheerful girl. After two hours at the party, I realized Becky wasn't with me. I saw her talking to Mr. William in a corner, so I switched to chatting with someone else. When I looked for Becky again, she was gone, and Mr. William was gone too. Suddenly, I started to wonder what had happened? Did they leave together? Before I could even think it through, my boss grabbed me and asked me to meet a new colleague. I chatted happily with them on the outside, but my mind was already far away. Then a hand wrapped around my arm—it was Becky. "Honey, let's go home," she said. Her bright eyes shone with light, reminding me of when I had just met her. She seemed quite happy now, her nails digging into my arm. I said goodbye to my colleagues and walked to the door. Mr. William watched us leave. As soon as we got in the car, I wanted to talk to her, but she said she didn't want to talk right now. She lay down on her seat and fell asleep, sleeping until we got home. "Did you have a good chat with Mr. William?" I asked, taking off my coat. Becky seemed visibly uneasy at my question, but as she took off her coat, her hips swayed more dramatically than usual, and I really didn't know why. "Yeah. Why didn't you tell me you were getting a promotion?" "I didn't know I was getting a promotion. Some people said I would, but I haven't received the official notification yet." "Uh, you are indeed one of the people they are considering for promotion," Becky said. I sat on the bed. Becky was down to her underwear. I knew she wanted to have sex because she usually didn't take off her bra. She sat beside me with a mischievous smile, a mischievous, slightly wild smile. "Tell me your sexual fantasies again," she said. I was startled; I hadn't expected her to say them again. "Which one?" I asked, pretending not to understand. She pinched my leg. "You know what I'm talking about." "I want you to have sex with other men. I want him to get you pregnant. I want to watch, or you can come back and tell me everything after you've had sex with him." I blurted it all out, my voice trembling, sweat dripping from my forehead. "Now it's your turn to tell me your sexual fantasies," I said. Bessie had never told me about her sexual fantasies before. I knew tonight was unusual; she was bound to tell me. She looked at me with captivating eyes, her long, curled eyelashes were absolutely beautiful. "Mine? My sexual fantasies are similar to yours, but I desire strong men. Sometimes I want you to be there in person, sometimes I tell you everything after I've had sex with him—how he fucks me, how big, long, thick, and hard his penis is. I'll tell you everything. He can fuck me to his heart's content and then get me pregnant." She leaned against me, her fingers tracing patterns on my legs. "Also, he wants me to be his mistress, he trains me to be incredibly slutty. I want to be his slutty mistress, completely under his control, to be immersed in the world of sex, and to do whatever he asks of me." "Why didn't you tell me before?" She didn't answer my question, but simply stood up, walked over to me, put her hands on her hips, and thrust her lower body forward. "I know how to get you promoted," she said. "What?" "Mr. William wants me. He wants to fuck me." I shuddered. I knew Betsy was very happy right now. I'd never seen her so happy, not even on our honeymoon. Her nipples were hard, and there was a wet patch of her panties. Her darting eyes repeatedly told me what she wanted. "I want to have sex with him, I want him to fuck me, I want to be his sex slave. And you like that too, Bobby, right? You also like your lovely old man sleeping with your boss to get a promotion, don't you? Think about it, Bobby, your boss fucking me between my legs, fucking me hard, and then his hot semen..." He shot into my ravaged vagina, his sperm and my egg combined, making me pregnant. You like this, right? My penis was already hard. She reached into my pants, and I shamelessly ejaculated. "Oh, Bobby, you're already hard. You ejaculated in your underwear. I want you to get hard again and ejaculate in my penis. Bobby, I want to tell you my fantasies while you ejaculate in my penis." I immediately got hard again. Becky took off her underwear and shoved it into my face, letting me smell the fragrance of her love juice. She lay on the bed, pulled me between her legs, and we were intimate. We looked at each other, and then I began to slowly thrust in and out. "The person I fantasize about is Mr. William. He wants me to do what he says. If I do, he'll promote me; if I don't, I'll be fired. I have no choice. But if I could choose, I'd let him have his way with me. I'd want him to be the father of my child. So, I'd let him have my way with me, get pregnant with his child. His penis is so big, so big, and incredibly hard. It feels so good, so good when he's inside me." Betty was now covered in sweat, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around me, our breathing erratic. I tried to control myself from ejaculating so quickly. "Then he turned me over and fucked my ass. He wasn't gentle at all; he just shoved his big cock in all at once. I screamed in pain, but then it immediately started to feel good, just like fucking my pussy. Then I orgasmed! Hey! Bobby, I know you're about to cum. Cum, cum, cum into my penis, while you're fantasizing about your wife being fucked by your boss, while you're cumming, fantasizing about my penis having his semen on it!" Becky screamed and started trembling. I couldn't hold back anymore; my penis had never been hard for so long before, so I ejaculated... After we both calmed down, Betsy said gently to me, "I want to fulfill my desires. I want to sleep with your boss, I want to have his child, and if he's willing, I'm willing to be his sex slave." She got out of bed, and I heard her go to the living room to make a phone call. When she returned to the bedroom, I asked her what she was doing. "I called Mr. William. He'll explain to you tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep."She leaned against me, and I couldn't sleep. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I really wanted her to have a child. That night, after she fell asleep, her buttocks were facing me. I secretly inserted my penis into her vagina from behind. She moaned softly, "Just like that, Bobby. I was dreaming about having sex with Mr. William. It's so good. Do me like that!" The next morning, Mr. William called me to his office. "I know that after yesterday's party, you and your wife talked for a long time at home, Bobby," he said. "Yes." His eyes were cold, and he looked at me expressionlessly. I was surprised that I wasn't afraid at all. "How much do you know, Bobby?" "My wife wants to have a relationship with you." "That's all?" "No, you also want to get her pregnant." A small smile quickly appeared on his lips, and his eyes softened slightly. "You won't mind?" "No, I won't." "It's not just about work, Barber. I'll explain all the basic rules to you. First, I'll promote you and give you good treatment." "Thank you, Mr. William," I replied. He nodded. "I want your wife to do as I say, including her behavior and attire. I'll have her whenever and wherever I want. Also, I'll make her perform in front of my colleagues, so it won't just be me doing her alone, Barber. Do you understand?" "Mr. William, may I sit down?" "Of course. Would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you, but..." "I understand, Barber. I just want you to know what's going to happen beforehand, so you don't overreact." "Yes." "My relationship with her might last a week, or it might last a lifetime. I know you two don't have sex often?" "Yes, maybe only twice a month." He laughed. It wasn't a malicious laugh; he seemed to be saying that I hadn't made my beautiful wife serve me properly. “Now you’re in luck, Barber. You’ll have a lot more sex. She’ll have sex with you every night, with her vagina and mouth. As for her anus, that’s for me.” “Of course,” I said. “If she doesn’t satisfy you any night, come tell me the next morning, and I’ll punish her. If she doesn’t satisfy you, or for any other reason, I’ll punish her properly. In fact, I’ll torture her whenever I think it’s necessary.” My penis got rock hard when I thought about how my boss abused Betsy. I wondered what he would do. “As for you, treat her as your wife, love her, care for her. She needs love, especially during her pregnancy and labor. I want you to be a good father to my children, Barber. I’m serious.” “Children?” “That’s right, children. I want her to have three to five children, at least two of them mine. Do you understand what I mean, Barber? I’ll definitely make her have one of my children, but at least one of them will be someone else’s.” “Yes, I understand. Betsy and I both want lots of children.” “Oh, then you won’t be disappointed.” He stood up from his seat and sat down next to me. “She’s told me about your sexual fantasies. Sometimes I’ll let you see them, but most of the time, I’ll let her tell you the whole story herself. I’m sure she’ll tell you some great stories. Any questions?” “No.” “Very good. I’ll be taking your wife out at three this afternoon. She’ll be spending the weekend with me.” I didn’t know what to say, so I finally said, “Well… have a nice weekend.” He laughed loudly, “I will, Barbie.” It was three o'clock that afternoon, my mind was a mess. My thoughts were constantly on my wife getting into my boss's car so he could have sex with her all weekend. Images of Mr. William having sex with my wife kept flashing through my mind, and my penis was rock hard. That night I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky and Mr. William as I did so. Saturday was a long day. When the doorbell rang, I was putting a videotape into the VCR. Standing outside was a young, pretty girl. She wasn't wearing heavy makeup, and she was wearing an unusually tight and short skirt. "Are you Bobby?" she asked. "Yes, and you are...?" "My name is Fanny. Mr. William sent me. I'm your promotion gift." Fanny was exceptionally professional; she spent every night with me, consistently providing sexual pleasure. I ejaculated four times before she left. But she wasn't my wife; she wasn't Becky. Becky came home at six on Sunday evening, looking exhausted. She gave me a long, hot kiss as soon as she walked in. "Do you want to hear the whole story?" "Yes!" I replied, my penis already erect in my pants. "I need to take a hot shower. Come with me, I'll tell you." I followed her into the bathroom. She turned on the tap and started undressing. When she turned around, I was shocked. Her chest was covered in bruises. I looked closer and found many more bruises on other parts of her body. Then, I was even more shocked! "Do you like me to shave my pubic hair?" Becky asked. She had shaved all her pubic hair, making her vulva look strangely smooth and delicate. "What's wrong?" “Look, I have a ring on my clitoris. Mr. William made me get it. Do you want to touch it?” I touched the small metal ring, and she quickly began to tremble and gasp. “It will stimulate my clitoris even more…” she groaned, slowly, slowly sinking into the bathtub, enjoying the warm water as she moaned. “How’s Fanny?” she asked. “Did he tell you?” “Yes, I think Mr. William arranged it very well.” “Fanny is great, she blows the trumpet wonderfully.” I said this intentionally, because Becky had never given me oral sex before. Becky laughed at this. “I’m sure I blow the trumpet much more than she did this Saturday. Bobby, please give me some water and aspirin.” I handed her the pills and water, and she took the pills and lay back in the bathtub. “Ready for a story?” she asked. My penis got hard as she asked for water. “I was ready,” I said. "He picked me up at three o'clock. We went to a store first, and he bought me some new clothes, some extremely revealing ones, the kind of revealing you'd never even imagine. I'll show you later. After I changed into those new clothes, he took me to a great restaurant, and then we danced. By the time we got to his house, it was already one in the morning. He took me to his bedroom, and we kissed and took off each other's clothes. Then he made me lie down. His penis was so big, Bobby, it was terrifyingly big. I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to let him fully penetrate me, to give me his full penis. When he penetrated me, oh my god! Bobby, I've never felt my whole vagina so full before. It felt so good." She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was touching my penis through my pants, and she smiled gently. "He told me to satisfy all your needs. Does he want me to give you a blowjob?" she asked. "Yes!" I almost cried out. "Okay, come here then." I took off my pants and walked to the bathtub. Becky propped herself up and took my penis into her mouth. I was so happy that I ejaculated almost as soon as she took my glans in her mouth. Becky swallowed my semen like a slut. She really became a slut. Then she lay back down in the bathtub as if nothing had happened. "He kept fucking me until I had no more vaginal fluid to ejaculate. Bobby, he's really amazing. I've never had such an orgasm before. I mean, he fucked me until I was numb, but he could still not ejaculate. He can control when he ejaculates! Then I felt his hand on my butt, his fingers touching my anus." "What are you doing?" I asked him. "I'm going to fuck your ass now. Let you get ready." "No, I don't want you to do that there," I said. He gave me a sinister smile: "Actually, I really want you to resist. It's more fun to rape your ass than to offer yourself up for me to fuck. However, raping you will hurt you more, so I suggest you shut up and obediently turn over." I got an erection again, but Becky's eyes were closed. Her hands gently touched her back, which was already as hard as a rock, and she began to burn with desire. "No!" I said, "You can't fuck my ass." Actually, we both knew that I wanted him to attack me, to rape my ass. I didn't know there were leather straps under the mattress. He turned me over, made me face down, and tied my arms to the bed with my arms outstretched. "You rotten cunt, now beg me to fuck your ass!" "No," I said, wanting to know what he would do. He reached under my body, lifted me up slightly, and squeezed my breasts. He squeezed incredibly hard; it really hurt, it felt like he was going to crush my breasts. But I still refused him. "Please stop," I cried, begging him, but he squeezed even harder. He really wanted to tear my breasts off. I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck my ass, please, fuck my ass, I beg you.""He yelled at me to lift my ass, and I felt his hands spread my buttocks apart. His huge penis pressed against my untouched anus, and he thrust the entire length of his penis in in one go. Oh my god, it hurt so much I felt like I was going to die, Bobby. I felt like I was being torn in two. I kept screaming and trying to push him away, but his hands were holding my buttocks tightly, and my hands were tied up, so there was no way to stop. It wasn't until my anus slowly got used to being stretched open that the pain gradually subsided, and then Mr. William started thrusting. I started to feel very comfortable, and soon I started begging him not to stop. Oh, I really started to beg him from the bottom of my heart, Bobby. He made me cum twice while he was fucking my anus." She sighed contentedly, opened her eyes again, and looked at me. She saw that my penis was hard again and gently touched me. "Don't worry, I'll let you play with my anus another day," she said. “No, Becky, Mr. William told me I’m not allowed to play with your side; it’s his private area.” “Alright, I respect your wishes,” she said. Becky stood up and began to dry herself. Becky had never showered in front of me before, and of course, I had never seen her dry herself. I carefully looked at her body and noticed clear finger marks on her buttocks—marks left by Mr. William’s forceful movements. “What happened next?” I asked. She smiled smugly at me, knowing I was already engrossed in her story. “After he ejaculated in my ass, we went to shower together. I gave him a blowjob until he got up again and did it to me again. Finally, he held me as we slept.” Becky hugged me and kissed me passionately. I tasted my semen in her mouth. “Do you want to fuck me now, or do you want to hear the whole story?” she asked. "Let's have sex." We got into bed. Becky lay on the bed, looking at me with an unusually lewd gaze, grabbing her ankles and slowly spreading her legs. I'd never seen her do this before. I knelt between her legs and inserted my penis. She was incredibly wet, her legs tightly wrapped around me until I ejaculated. It didn't take long at all. "Did you have an orgasm?" I asked her. She kissed me gently. "Babby, I may never get pleasure from you again, but I love it when you lick me. I also love Mr. William's big cock. He makes me orgasm again and again. Bobby, please lick me, okay? You orgasm, and I want to orgasm too." I went between her legs and gently licked her vulva, swallowing her love juice and my semen until she opened her mouth wide. The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly representing a corrupted or garbled message. It doesn't form coherent sentences or paragraphs. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification. "On Saturday night, Mr. William has assigned me an outfit. Would you like to see me wear it?" "I'd love to see," I replied. She jumped up, opened her wardrobe, and took out black garter belts and black stockings, black five-pointed cleavage, and a pair of black garter belts. She then carefully placed them on her clothes, revealing her cleavage and the black stockings. She looked at them with a confident, resolute expression, and exclaimed, "I love you! I ... "I like it!" "Watch closely when I sit down." She sat down; the dress was far too short, too short to cover her vulva. Her pubic hair had been shaved, and she wasn't wearing underwear, so I could clearly see her labia. "What do you think, Bobby?" I look like a prostitute. "I told you I wanted to be his sex slave," she said, getting more and more excited every time she talked about being Mr. William's sex slave. "Keep telling your story," I said, and she gave me a light slap. "What are we going to do tonight?" I asked. "Mr. Anno will come and have dinner with us, then the three of us will come back here and have a good time." I started getting excited. I'd never slept with two men at the same time before, and obeying his orders was really exciting. We ate at another great restaurant, and during the meal, the two of them kept touching my thighs. Oh... Bobby, at one point they pulled up my skirt and each of them inserted a finger into my vagina at the same time. I immediately orgasmed. Right there in that restaurant, two men used their fingers to make me orgasm! When we got home, Mr. Anno kissed me and took off my clothes, then Mr. William joined in. You know, I'd never slept with two men at the same time. One of them penetrated my anus, and the other used my vagina. Then one ejaculated in my mouth, and the other ejaculated in my vagina. Then I licked both of their penises clean. I orgasmed fifteen times in total. Finally, they let me fall asleep exhausted on the bed in the guest room. She smiled mischievously. "You've already come twice, want to do it again?" "Oh, of course," I laughed. "Want some from behind?" Becky said, so I did it to her from behind, and this time I was sure she had an orgasm. "And then?" Becky was exhausted and barely conscious. "Hmm?" "And then after Saturday night?" "Oh, Sunday, I did it with my mouth and vagina again, then I took a nap, and then Mr. William woke me up and said I had an obligation to get a metal ring installed. We went to the tattoo shop, and the tattoo artist said he could give me anesthesia to reduce the pain, but Mr. William said no, he wanted me to feel the whole thing. "Then we have to tie her up first," the tattoo artist said. They tied me to the table, took off my underwear, and spread my legs. I felt the tattoo artist hook my clitoris with a hook, and then with a "pop," the ring was in place. Before I nearly fainted from the pain, they gave me some aspirin, and it still hurts to this day. Becky smiled weakly. "Babby, I'm so sleepy," she said, turning away, and I immediately heard her soft snoring. That week was uneventful, except for the fact that I had sex with Becky every night. Each time, it was completely different from the usual monotonous sex—exceptionally stimulating, exceptionally pleasurable. We would go on until we were completely exhausted. Of course, I licked her vulva every night because I was exceptionally virile; my penis alone couldn't bring her to orgasm. On Wednesday, she went to the beauty salon. Becky's hair was shoulder-length and always straight, and she wore an earring in each ear. But when she came back, I was shocked because she had completely changed her appearance. She had cut her hair short, dyed it blonde, and permed it. She was also wearing five more earrings in each ear. On Thursday night, she said, "I don't want to have sex with you tonight. I know you'll tell Mr. William, and I want to see how he'll treat me." I was furious. I wanted to rape her. Maybe she liked being raped, but she still refused. She wanted to know how Mr. William would punish her, and she got her wish! When I told Mr. William about this, he immediately called to learn more. He looked at the phone and said, "I'm so glad I told you." He then proceeded to investigate, and the phone rang. He was very pleased with the situation and immediately understood. He was very grateful for the explanation and the explanation. Without a word, Mr. William walked over to Becky from behind the desk and began to undress her. Becky usually wore conservative clothes during class, only dressing like a prostitute at other times. Mr. William stripped Becky completely naked. Then, he took out a thick leather belt and tied Becky's wrists. Becky did not resist; in fact, she enjoyed being treated this way. I saw her vaginal fluid flowing out and smelled its scent. After Mr. William tied her hands, he pulled the belt down to tie her legs, then pressed Becky against his desk, forcing her face down on the table. Becky's limbs were completely bound, and she could not move at all. Betsy started to get a little scared. She begged Mr. William not to be embarrassed. Mr. William winked at me. It was obvious that Betsy liked us treating her like this. Finally, Mr. William said to her, "Betsy, I will not forgive you. I want you to satisfy your husband every night. He told me that you deliberately disobeyed my orders last night to see what I would do. Is that right?" "Yes," she replied calmly.Master William took out a small leather belt with a ball in the center. He stuffed the ball into Becky's mouth and then tied the belt behind her head. I saw terror in Becky's eyes. When Master William took out a soft twig, fear appeared on Becky's face. The twig was about four feet long and unusually soft. "Becky, you are a slave, I am your master, and Bobby is your husband. You must obey our orders at all times. I want you to remember this well." Master William swung the twig at her body. Clear red streaks quickly appeared from her back to her thighs, mostly concentrated on her buttocks and thighs. Although her mouth was stuffed with something, I could still hear her screams. The twig continued to swing at her body, and the red streaks echoed wherever the twig passed. When Master William stopped, he ordered me, "Now go and have sex with her, Bobby." I was already erect. I jumped up, pulled out my penis, and thrust it in behind Becky. As soon as I entered, Becky orgasmed. I was so happy to satisfy her again with just my penis. So I thrust in and ejaculated inside her. Mr. William took off his pants. His penis was much bigger than mine, terrifyingly big. He inserted it into Becky's wet, lubricated vagina, then pulled it out and thrust it into Becky's anus in one go. Becky screamed. Mr. William stopped, took a bottle of smelling salts from his shirt pocket, his penis still inserted in Becky's anus. He held the bottle of smelling salts in front of Becky's nose. As Becky slowly regained consciousness, he thrust into her anus again until they both orgasmed. Then he went to Becky, removed the ropes binding her... With the leather strap and small ball on her head, he pressed the head of his penis against her cheek, ordering Becky to lick his cock clean. I watched as Becky licked up the semen on Mr. William's penis and her own feces, swallowing it. Then Mr. William returned to his seat. Sitting in his chair, he made an internal phone call to his secretary, asking her to bring us two drinks. When the secretary came in and saw Becky tied to the table, her anus and vulva covered in semen, she wasn't surprised at all. I had thought Becky would feel embarrassed seeing her like this, but I was wrong. Becky wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, she moaned even more lewdly and loudly when the secretary entered. After Becky calmed down, Mr. William asked, "You slut, did you learn your lesson today?" “Yes…” Her voice was like a little girl’s. “I can do this to you anytime I want. Next time, I won’t be so gentle!” “Yes, I understand.” “Do you understand that serving Bobby and serving me are equally important?” She looked at me, her eyes filled with a love she had never shown before. “Yes!” “Untie her, Bobby.” I untied her. “Can I go and clean myself up, Mr. William?” she asked. “No, put your clothes on. I want that semen to flow from your vulva onto your legs. I want everyone to see it, to know that you’re a slut, that you’ve been fucked.” When Mr. William called her a slut, she gave me a wild, sexy smile. “Do you like being my sex slave, Becky?” She didn’t say anything, but the expression on her face told us that she absolutely did. Mr. William jumped up and swung the branch at Becky’s buttocks again, causing her to jump up in pain. “I’m asking you a question, slut!” “Yes!” "Yes, what is it?" "Yes, I love being your sex slave," she turned to look at me, "I love being your sex slave too, Bobby." After that day, the relationship between the three of us became more stable. Mr. William was my boss and Betsy's master. I was his employee and Betsy's husband. Betsy was my wife and a teacher at the school. Apart from that, she was a slut, a whore, and a rotten cunt.

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