Super slut

Becky and I met in college, eventually 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 about her sexual fantasies, but she always seemed completely 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 another man 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 fantasy, though the thought grew stronger each time. Every time we saw a couple with their child, I could see the pain and longing on her face, sometimes even the hatred she felt for my infertility.

She didn't hide her emotions; I knew perfectly well the disappointment she felt in me.

One night, we both drank quite a bit, and I told her about my fantasy. I imagined her getting pregnant by another man, giving birth to a healthy baby, while I watched her have sex with that other 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

collapsed into my arms, sobbing, but soon calmed down. She said she knew it wasn't my fault because she, like me, wanted a child.

I threw myself into my work, and our marriage deteriorated rapidly. She often used feeling unwell as an excuse to refuse sex, and I became too lazy to bother her. We were very cold in bed, and I grew increasingly uneasy about the marriage.

Later, the company held a cocktail party because our supervisor was being transferred to another region, and three people were being laid off, meaning there were three vacancies waiting to be filled. Mr. William, the company's boss, wanted to throw a party to see all of us. I guessed he wanted to see us all before deciding who would have 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, and the wives of our employees 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 we had been at the party for two hours, 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 happened? Did they leave together? Before I could even think, my boss grabbed me and asked me to meet a new colleague. I outwardly chatted pleasantly with them, but my mind was already wandering far away. Then a hand wrapped around my arm—it was Becky.

"Darling, let's go home," she said,

her bright eyes sparkling, reminding me of when we first met. She seemed quite excited; her nails were almost digging into my arm. So 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 pleasant chat with Mr. William?" "I asked, as

Becky took off her outer clothes. She seemed visibly uneasy at my question, but her hips swayed more exaggeratedly than usual as she undressed, and I really didn't know what was going on.

"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me you were getting a promotion?" "

I didn't know I was getting a promotion. There were rumors that I would be promoted, but I haven't received any official notification yet." "

Uh, you are indeed one of the candidates they are considering for promotion," Becky said.

I sat on the bed. Becky was now 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," he said.

I was startled; I didn't expect her to ask me to repeat them.

"Which one?" "I asked, pretending not to understand her.

She pinched my leg: 'You know what I'm talking about.' '

I want you to have sex with another man, I want him to get you pregnant, I want to watch, or after you have sex with him, come back and tell me everything.' I finished in one breath, my voice trembling, sweat dripping from my forehead.

'Now it's your turn to tell me your sexual fantasies,' I said.

Becky had never told me her sexual fantasies before. I knew tonight was different; she would definitely 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 prefer strong men. Sometimes I want you to witness it, and sometimes I tell you everything after we've had sex—how he did it to me, how big, long, thick, and hard his penis is. I'll tell you everything. He can have sex with me as much as he wants, and then get me pregnant."

She leaned against me, her fingers tracing patterns on my legs.

"Also, he made me his mistress, training me to be extremely slutty. I want to be his slutty mistress, completely controlled by him, immersed in the world of sex, doing whatever he wants me to do." "

Why didn't you tell me before?" She

didn't answer my question, but stood up and walked over to me, hands on her hips, thrusting her lower body forward.

"I know how to get you a promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. William wants me. He wants to have sex with me."

I shuddered. I knew Becky was excited; I'd never seen her this excited, not even on our honeymoon. Her nipples were hard, and there was a wet patch on her panties. Her gleaming 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. You'll like that, Bobby, won't you? You like your lovely wife sleeping with your boss to get a promotion, right?" "Think about it, Bobby, your boss is fucking me between my legs, fucking me hard, and then his hot semen shoots into my ravaged vagina, his sperm and my egg combine to make me pregnant, you like that, don't you?"

My penis was already hard, and she reached into my pants, and I couldn't help but ejaculate.

"Oh, Bobby, you're already excited, you ejaculated in your underwear, I want you to get hard again and ejaculate inside me, Bobby, I want to tell you my fantasies while you ejaculate inside me."

I immediately got hard again, and Becky took off her underwear and shoved it in my face, letting me smell the scent of her love juice. She lay on the bed, pulled me between her legs, and we looked deeply into each other's eyes. Then I began to slowly thrust in and out.

"The person I'm fantasizing 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 fuck me, get pregnant with his child. His penis is so big, so big, and so hard. It feels so good, so good when he's inside me."

Becky was covered in sweat, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around me, our breathing erratic, and I was trying to control myself from ejaculating too quickly.

Then he flipped me over and started fucking my ass. He wasn't gentle at all; he shoved his huge cock in all at once. I screamed in pain, but immediately it started to feel good, just like fucking my pussy. Then I orgasmed! "Hey! Bobby, I know you're about to cum, cum, Bobby, cum inside me, while you're fantasizing about your wife being fucked by your boss, while you're ejaculating, fantasizing about his semen inside me!" Becky

screamed and started trembling. I couldn't hold back any longer; my penis had never stayed hard for so long, and I ejaculated…

After we both calmed down, Becky gently said to me, “I want to fulfill my dream. 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'm calling 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. That's great. 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 gaze was cold and expressionless as he looked at me. I was surprised that I wasn't afraid at all

. "How much do you know, Bobby?"

"My wife wants to have sex with you."

"That's all?"

"No, you also want to get her pregnant."

A small smile immediately appeared on his lips, and his gaze softened slightly.

"You won't mind?"

"No, I don't mind."

"It's not just that, Barber. Let me explain the basic rules to you. First, I'll promote you and give you good treatment."

"Thank you, Mr. William," I replied. He nodded.

"I expect your wife to do as I say, including her mannerisms and attire. I'll have her whenever and wherever I want. Also, I'll have her perform in front of my friends, so it won't just be me having her, Barber. Do you understand?"

"Mr. William, may I sit down?" "

Of course. Would you like something to drink?" "

No, thank you, it's just..." "

I understand, Barber. I just want you to know what's going to happen beforehand, so you won't be too nervous." "

Yes." “

My relationship with her might last a few weeks, or it might last a lifetime. I know you two don’t have sex often?” “

Yes, maybe only twice a month.”

He laughed, not in a wicked way, but as if to say that I hadn’t made my beautiful wife serve me properly.

“Now you’re in luck, Barber. You’ll greatly increase the frequency of your sex life. 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, you come and tell me the next morning. I’ll punish her. If she doesn’t satisfy you, or for any other reason, I’ll punish her severely. In fact, I’ll torture her whenever I feel the need to.” “

When I think about how my boss abused Becky, my penis gets rock hard. I wonder what he’ll do.

As for you, treat her as your wife, love her, care for her. She needs love, especially during her pregnancy and childbirth. I want you to be a good father to my children, Barber. I’m serious.”

“Children?”

“Yes, 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 make sure she has a few of my children, but at least one of them will be someone else’s.” “

Yes, I understand. Becky 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 let her tell you the whole story herself. I'm sure she'll tell you some really exciting stories. Any other questions?" "

No." "

Great. I'll be taking your wife out this afternoon at three o'clock. 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, Bobby."

That afternoon at three o'clock, my mind was a mess. I kept thinking about my wife getting into my boss's car and having sex with him for the weekend. I kept picturing Mr. William having sex with my wife, 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 a very 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 very professional. She spent the whole night with me, keeping me sexually aroused. Before she left, I ejaculated four times. But she wasn't my wife; she wasn't Becky.

Becky came home at six o'clock on Sunday night, looking exhausted. She gave me a hot, long 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 taking off her clothes. When she turned around, I was shocked. Her chest was covered in bruises. I looked closely and found many bruises on other parts of her body as well. Then, I was even more shocked!

"Do you like me shaving my pubic hair?" Becky asked. Her pubic hair was completely shaved off, making her vulva look smooth and soft.

"What's wrong?" "

Look, I have a ring on my clitoris. Mr. William asked me to put it on. Do you want to touch it?" “

I touched the small metal ring, and she immediately began to tremble and gasp.

‘It will stimulate my clitoris even more…’ she moaned, slowly, slowly sinking into the bathtub, enjoying the warm water as she moaned.

‘How is Fanny?’ she asked

. ‘Did he tell you?’

‘Yes, I think Mr. William arranged it very well.’”

“Fanny’s great, she blows the trumpet really well.” I said this on purpose, because Becky had never given me oral sex. Becky laughed.

“I’m sure I blown the trumpet way more than her this Saturday, Bobby. Could you give me some water and aspirin?”

I handed her the pills and water, and she took them and went back to the bathtub.

“Ready for a story?” she asked.

My penis got hard as she asked for water.

“I’m 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 very revealing clothes. You can't even imagine how revealing they are. I'll show you how they are 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 o'clock 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 that I wouldn't be able to let him go all the way in and get his whole penis. When he went in, oh my god! Bobby, I've never felt my whole vagina filled up like that 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. Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" she asked.

"Yes!" I almost shouted.

"Okay, come here."

I took off my pants and walked to the bathtub. Becky lifted her upper body and opened her mouth to take my penis in. I was so excited 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 going until I couldn't ejaculate anymore, Bobby. He's really amazing. I've never had an orgasm like that before. I mean, he fucked me until I was numb, but he could still hold back his ejaculation. He can control when he ejaculates! Then I felt his hand on my ass, 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." I said,

and he gave me a wicked smile: "Actually, I'd prefer you to resist. Raping your ass is more fun than you offering yourself up for me to fuck. However, raping you will hurt you more. I suggest you shut up and obediently turn over." "

I got an erection again, but Becky's eyes were closed. Her hand gently touched her nipples, which were already as hard as rocks. She was starting to burn with desire.

'No!' I said, 'You can't do it to my ass.'

Actually, we both knew that I wanted him to attack me, to rape my ass. I didn't know there were leather ropes under the mattress. He turned me over, face down, and tied me to the bed with my arms outstretched.

'You rotten cunt, now beg me to fuck your ass!'

'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under my body, lifted me up a little, and squeezed my breasts. He squeezed very hard, and it really hurt. It felt like he was going to crush my breasts, but I still refused him."

"Please stop," I begged him, crying, 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, I was in so much pain, 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 I couldn't do anything. The pain gradually subsided as my anus slowly got used to being stretched open, and then Mr. William started thrusting. I started to feel good, and soon I started begging him not to stop. Oh, I really started begging him from the bottom of my heart, Bobby! He made me come twice while he was fucking my anus."

She sighed contentedly, opened her eyes again, and looked at me. Seeing my penis hard again, she smiled gently.

"Don't worry, I'll let you try playing with my asshole another day," she said.

"No, Becky, Mr. William told me I'm not allowed to play with you there; it's his private property."

"Alright, I respect your wishes," she said.

Becky stood up and began to dry herself. Becky had never bathed in front of me, and of course, I had never seen her dry herself. I looked closely at her body and noticed clear finger marks on her buttocks—marks left by Mr. William's force.

"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 took a shower together. I gave him a blowjob until he got up again and fucked me again. Finally, he held me and 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 story?" she asked

. "Fuck me."

We got into bed. Becky lay on the bed, looking at me with very lewd eyes, grabbing her ankles and slowly spreading her legs. I had 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 last long at all.

"Did you have an orgasm?" I asked her. She kissed me gently.

“Bobby, I may never get pleasure from you again, but I love it when you lick me. I also love Mr. William’s big cock; it 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 orgasmed. After she calmed down, she continued her story.

“On Sunday, I went golfing with him. Mr. William, his friend Anno, and I sat in a golf cart. The cart was small, and the three of us were crammed together. Mr. Anno put his hand on my thigh. I looked at Mr. William, and he winked at me, letting Mr. Anno touch my body as he pleased. Before they reached the seventeenth hole, he made me orgasm.”

Becky kept her eyes on me, watching my reaction. I listened to her story with rapt attention. "

Saturday night, Mr. William asked me to wear an outfit. Would you like to see me in it?"

"I'd love to see," I replied.

She jumped up, opened her closet, and took out black garter belts and black stockings, black five-inch heels with the straps wrapped around her ankles, and a very tight, very short black mini skirt. The skirt made her breasts look larger and her waist thinner; she looked like a prostitute, a high-class prostitute.

"Do you like this outfit?" she asked.

"Yes!"

"Watch closely when I sit down." She

sat down. The dress was so short that it couldn't cover her vulva. She had shaved her pubic hair and wasn't wearing underwear. I could see her labia very clearly.

“How does it feel, Bobby?” Do I look like a prostitute? I told you I wanted to be his sex slave,” she said, getting more and more excited each time she mentioned wanting to be Mr. William’s sex slave.

“Go on with your story,” I said, and she gave me a slight smile.

“What are we going to do tonight?” I asked.

“Mr. Anno will be coming to dinner with us, and then the three of us will come back here and have a good time.” "

I started to get excited. I had never slept with two men before and had to obey his orders. It was really exciting. We were having dinner at another great restaurant. While we were eating, the two of them kept touching my thighs. Oh... Bobby, at one point they lifted my skirt and each of them put a finger into my vagina at the same time. I immediately came. Right there in that restaurant, two men used their fingers to make me orgasm!"

When we got home, Mr. Anno kissed me and undressed me, then Mr. William joined in. You know I've never been with two men at the same time. One of them penetrated my anus, and the other my vagina. Then one ejaculated in my mouth, and the other in my vagina. After that, I licked both of their penises clean. I orgasmed fifteen times in total. Finally, they left me exhausted and passed out on the guest room bed.

She smiled mischievously.

"You've already come twice. Want to do it again?"

"Oh, of course," I laughed

. "Want to come from behind?" Becky said, and so I fucked her from behind. This time, I was sure she had an orgasm.

"What's next?"

Becky was exhausted and delirious.

"Hmm?"

"What about after Saturday night?" "

Oh, Sunday, I served them again with my mouth and vagina, then I took a nap. Afterwards, Mr. William woke me up and said I had a task: to get an iron ring installed. We went to the tattoo parlor, 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 process.

'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 a hook onto my clitoris, and then 'pop,' the ring was installed. I was in so much pain I almost fainted. They gave me some aspirin, and it still hurts there."

Becky smiled weakly.

"Bobby, I'm so sleepy," she said, turning away. I immediately heard her soft snoring.

That week passed peacefully. The biggest change was that I made love to Becky every night. Each time, it was completely different from the monotonous sex of the past. It was incredibly exciting and pleasurable. We would go on until we were completely exhausted. Of course, I licked her vulva every night because I knew very well that 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 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 deal with 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 Becky at the school and told her to come to his office as soon as possible after class. Around four o'clock, Mr. William called me on the internal line and asked me to come to his office. When I arrived, Becky was already sitting in the reception room outside Mr. William's office. Then we went into Mr. William's office together.

She was still trembling slightly when she stood in front of Mr. William's desk.

Mr. William walked towards Becky from behind the desk without saying a word and started to take off her clothes. Becky always wore conservative clothes when she went to class, and only dressed like a prostitute at other times. Mr. William stripped Becky naked.

Then Mr. William took out a thick leather strap and tied it around Becky's wrists. Becky didn't resist; in fact, she liked being treated this way. I saw her vaginal fluid flowing out and smelled its scent.

After Mr. William finished tying her hands, he pulled the strap down and tied it around her legs. Then he pressed Becky down onto his desk, making her lie face down on it. Becky's hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't move at all.

Becky started to get scared. She begged Mr. William not to hurt her. Mr. William winked at me. Clearly, Becky liked us doing this to her. Finally, Mr. William said to her,

"Becky, I won't 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, didn't you?" “

Yes,” she answered calmly.

Mr. William took out a small leather belt with a ball in the middle. He put the ball in Becky’s mouth and then tied the belt behind Becky’s head. I saw panic in Becky’s eyes. When Mr. William took out a soft twig, a look of fear appeared on Becky’s face. The twig was about four feet long and very 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.” Mr.

William swung the branch at her, and several distinct red stripes immediately appeared on her back and thighs, mostly concentrated on her buttocks and thighs. Although her mouth was stuffed with something, I could still hear her screams. The branch continued to swing at her, and red stripes appeared wherever the branch passed.

When Mr. William stopped, he ordered me: "Now go and fuck her, Bobby." "

I was already erect. I jumped up, pulled out my penis, stood behind Becky, and thrust in. As soon as I entered, Becky orgasmed. I was really happy to satisfy her again with just my penis. So after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside. Mr. William took off his pants. His penis was much bigger than mine, terrifyingly big. He inserted it into Becky's wet vagina, which was covered in lubricant, then pulled it out and thrust it into Becky's anus in one go. Becky screamed and went into the throes. Mr. William stopped and took a bottle of smelling salts from his shirt pocket. His penis was still inserted in Becky's anus. He held the bottle of smelling salts in front of Becky's nose. As Becky slowly woke up, he thrust into Becky's anus again until they both reached orgasm."

Becky and I met in college, eventually 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 about her sexual fantasies, but she always seemed completely 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 another man 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 idea grew stronger and stronger. Every time we saw couples with their children, I could see the pain and longing on her face, and sometimes even the hatred she felt for my infertility.

She didn't hide her emotions; I knew perfectly well the disappointment she felt in me.

One night, we both drank quite a bit. I told her about my fantasy—that she was impregnated by another man and gave birth to a healthy baby, while I watched her have sex with that other man. Because having a child was very important to us, I had to watch from the sidelines, 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 collapsed into my arms, crying, but soon calmed down. 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 feeling unwell as an excuse to refuse sex, and I became too lazy to bother her. We were very cold in bed, and I grew increasingly uneasy about the marriage.

Later, the company held a cocktail party because our supervisor was being transferred to another region, and three people were being laid off, meaning there were three vacancies waiting to be filled. Mr. William, the company's boss, wanted to throw a party to see all of us. I guessed he wanted to see us all before deciding who would have a chance to be promoted.

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, and the wives of our employees 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 we had been at the party for two hours, 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 happened? Did they leave together? Before I could even think, my boss grabbed me and asked me to meet a new colleague. I outwardly chatted pleasantly with them, but my mind was already wandering far away. Then a hand wrapped around my arm—it was Becky.

"Darling, let's go home," she said,

her bright eyes sparkling, reminding me of when we first met. She seemed quite excited; her nails were almost digging into my arm. So 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 pleasant chat with Mr. William?" "I asked, as

Becky took off her outer clothes. She seemed visibly uneasy at my question, but her hips swayed more exaggeratedly than usual as she undressed, and I really didn't know what was going on.

"Yeah. Why didn't you tell me you were getting a promotion?" "

I didn't know I was getting a promotion. There were rumors that I would be promoted, but I haven't received any official notification yet." "

Uh, you are indeed one of the candidates they are considering for promotion," Becky said.

I sat on the bed. Becky was now 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," he said.

I was startled; I didn't expect her to ask me to repeat them.

"Which one?" "I asked, pretending not to understand her.

She pinched my leg: 'You know what I'm talking about.' '

I want you to have sex with another man, I want him to get you pregnant, I want to watch, or after you have sex with him, come back and tell me everything.' I finished in one breath, my voice trembling, sweat dripping from my forehead.

'Now it's your turn to tell me your sexual fantasies,' I said.

Becky had never told me her sexual fantasies before. I knew tonight was different; she would definitely 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 prefer strong men. Sometimes I want you to witness it, and sometimes I tell you everything after we've had sex—how he did it to me, how big, long, thick, and hard his penis is. I'll tell you everything. He can have sex with me as much as he wants, and then get me pregnant."

She leaned against me, her fingers tracing patterns on my legs.

"Also, he made me his mistress, training me to be extremely slutty. I want to be his slutty mistress, completely controlled by him, immersed in the world of sex, doing whatever he wants me to do." "

Why didn't you tell me before?" She

didn't answer my question, but stood up and walked over to me, hands on her hips, thrusting her lower body forward.

"I know how to get you a promotion," she said.

"What?"

"Mr. William wants me. He wants to have sex with me."

I shuddered. I knew Becky was excited; I'd never seen her this excited, not even on our honeymoon. Her nipples were hard, and there was a wet patch on her panties. Her gleaming 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. You'll like that, Bobby, won't you? You like your lovely wife sleeping with your boss to get a promotion, right?" "Think about it, Bobby, your boss is fucking me between my legs, fucking me hard, and then his hot semen shoots into my ravaged vagina, his sperm and my egg combine to make me pregnant, you like that, don't you?"

My penis was already hard, and she reached into my pants, and I couldn't help but ejaculate.

"Oh, Bobby, you're already excited, you ejaculated in your underwear, I want you to get hard again and ejaculate inside me, Bobby, I want to tell you my fantasies while you ejaculate inside me."

I immediately got hard again, and Becky took off her underwear and shoved it in my face, letting me smell the scent of her love juice. She lay on the bed, pulling me between her legs. We looked deeply into each other's eyes, and then I began to slowly thrust in and out.

"The person I'm fantasizing 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 fuck me, get pregnant with his child. His penis is so big, so big, and so hard. It feels so good, so good when he's inside me."

Becky was now covered in sweat, her nails digging into my back. Her legs were wrapped tightly around me, our breathing was erratic, and I was trying to control myself so I wouldn't ejaculate so quickly.

"Then he turned me over and started fucking my ass. He wasn't gentle at all; he shoved his big cock in all at once. I screamed in pain, but then it started to feel really good, just like when he fucked my pussy. Then I came. Hey! Bobby, I know you're about to cum. Cum, cum inside me, while you're fantasizing about your wife being fucked by your boss, while you're cumming, fantasizing about his semen inside me!"

Becky screamed and started trembling. I couldn't hold back anymore; my dick had never been hard for so long before. So I cummed...

After we both calmed down, Becky said gently to me, "I want to make my dream come true. 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’ll call Mr. William, he’ll explain to you tomorrow morning. Go to sleep now.”

She leaned against me, but I couldn’t fall asleep. 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, “That’s it, Bobby, I’m dreaming about having sex with Mr. William. That’s great, just do it to me like that!”

The next morning, Mr. William called me to his office.

“I know that after the party yesterday, you and your wife talked for a long time at home, Bobby,” he said

. “Yes.”

His gaze was cold and expressionless as he looked at me. I was surprised that I wasn’t afraid at all.

“How much do you know, Bobby?”

“My wife wants to have sex with you.”

“That’s all?” “

No, you also want her pregnant.”

A small smile immediately appeared on his lips, and his gaze softened slightly.

“You won’t mind?”

“No, I won’t.”

“It’s not just that, Barber. Let me explain the whole set of rules to you. First, I’ll promote you and give you good treatment.”

“Thank you, Mr. William,” I replied. He nodded.

“I expect your wife to do as I say, including her mannerisms and attire. I will have her whenever and wherever I want. Additionally, I will make her perform in front of my friends, so it won’t just be me having sex with her, Barber. Do you understand?”

“Mr. William, may I sit down?”

“Of course. Would you like something to drink?” “

No need, it’s just…”

“I understand, Barber. I just want you to know what’s going to happen beforehand, so you won’t be too nervous.”

“Yes.”

“My relationship with her might last a few weeks, or it might last a lifetime. I know you two don’t have sex often?” “

Yes, maybe only twice a month.”

He laughed, not in a wicked way, but as if to say, “I’m sorry I haven’t made my beautiful wife serve me properly.

” “Now you’re in luck, Barber. You’ll greatly increase the frequency of your sex life. 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 and 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 feel the need.”

My penis got rock hard when I thought about how my boss abused Becky, and 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 childbirth. I want you to be a good father to my children, Barber. I’m serious.”

“Children?”

“Yes, 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 make sure she has a few of my kids, but at least one of them will be someone else's." "

Yes, I understand. Becky and I both want lots of kids." "

Oh, 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 let her tell you the whole story herself. I'm sure she'll tell you some really exciting stories. Any questions?" "

No." "

Great. I'm 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, Bobby." That

afternoon at three o'clock, my mind was a mess. I kept thinking about my wife getting into my boss's car at that time so he could have sex with her for the weekend. I kept picturing Mr. William having sex with my wife, and my penis was rock hard.

That night I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky and Mr. William while I was masturbating. 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 a very tight and very short skirt. She was quite beautiful.

"Are you Bobby?" she asked.

"Yes, and you are...?"

"My name is Fanny. Mr. William sent me. I'm your promotion gift." "

Fanny was very professional. She spent the whole night with me, keeping me sexually aroused. I came four times before she left. But she's not my wife, she's not Becky.

Becky came home at six o'clock on Sunday night, looking exhausted. She gave me a hot, long 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 other bruises on her body as well. Then, I was even more shocked!

"Do you like me shaving my pubic hair?" Becky asked. Her pubic hair was completely shaved off, making her vulva look smooth and soft.

"What's wrong?"

"Look, I have a ring on my clitoris. Mr. William asked me to put it on. Do you want to touch it?"

I touched the small metal ring, and she immediately began to tremble and gasp.

"It will stimulate my clitoris even more..." she groaned, slowly, slowly sinking into the bathtub, groaning and enjoying the warmth of the hot water.

“How’s Fanny?” she asked.

“Did he tell you?”

“Yes, I think Mr. William arranged it very well.”

“Fanny’s great, she’s a fantastic blowjob.” I said this on purpose, because Becky had never given me oral sex. Becky laughed at that.

“I’m sure I blowjobed way more than her this Saturday, Bobby. Could you give me some water and aspirin?”

I handed her the pills and water, and she took them and went back to the bathtub.

“Ready for a story?” she asked

. My penis got hard as she asked for water.

“I’m 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 very revealing clothes, the level of revealingness of which you can't even imagine. I'll wear them for 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 that I wouldn't be able to let him go all the way in, to get his whole penis. When he went in, oh my god! Bobby, I've never felt my whole vagina filled up like that 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. Do you want me to give you a blowjob?" she asked.

"Yes!" I almost shouted.

"Okay, come here."

I took off my pants and walked to the bathtub. Becky lifted her upper body and opened her mouth to take my penis in. I was so excited 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 going until I couldn't ejaculate anymore, Bobby. He's really amazing. I've never had an orgasm like that before. I mean, he fucked me until I was numb, but he could still hold back his ejaculation. He can control when he ejaculates! Then I felt his hand on my ass, 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." I said,

and he gave me a wicked smile: "Actually, I'd prefer you to resist. Raping your ass is more fun than you offering yourself up for me to fuck. However, raping you will hurt you more. I suggest you shut up and obediently turn over." "

I got an erection again, but Becky's eyes were closed. Her hand gently touched her nipples, which were already as hard as rocks. She was starting to burn with desire.

'No!' I said, 'You can't do it to my ass.'

Actually, we both knew that I wanted him to attack me, to rape my ass. I didn't know there were leather ropes under the mattress. He turned me over, face down, and tied me to the bed with my arms outstretched.

'You rotten cunt, now beg me to fuck your ass!'

'No,' I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under my body, lifted me up a little, and squeezed my breasts. He squeezed very hard, and it really hurt. It felt like he was going to crush my breasts, but I still refused him."

"Please stop," I begged him, crying, 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, I was in so much pain, 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 I couldn't do anything. The pain gradually subsided as my anus slowly got used to being stretched open, and then Mr. William started thrusting. I started to feel good, and soon I started begging him not to stop. Oh, I really started begging him from the bottom of my heart, Bobby! He made me come twice while he was fucking my anus."

She sighed contentedly, opened her eyes again, and looked at me. Seeing my penis hard again, she smiled gently.

"Don't worry, I'll let you try playing with my asshole another day," she said.

"No, Becky, Mr. William told me I'm not allowed to play with you there; it's his private property."

"Alright, I respect your wishes," she said.

Becky stood up and began to dry herself. Becky had never bathed in front of me, and of course, I had never seen her dry herself. I looked closely at her body and noticed clear finger marks on her buttocks—marks left by Mr. William's force.

"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 took a shower together. I gave him a blowjob until he got up again and fucked me again. Finally, he held me and 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 story?" she asked

. "Fuck me."

We got into bed. Becky lay on the bed, looking at me with very lewd eyes, grabbing her ankles and slowly spreading her legs. I had 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 last long at all.

"Did you have an orgasm?" I asked her. She kissed me gently.

“Bobby, I may never get pleasure from you again, but I love it when you lick me. I also love Mr. William’s big cock; it 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 orgasmed. After she calmed down, she continued her story.

“On Sunday, I went golfing with him. Mr. William, his friend Anno, and I sat in a golf cart. The cart was small, and the three of us were crammed together. Mr. Anno put his hand on my thigh. I looked at Mr. William, and he winked at me, letting Mr. Anno touch my body as he pleased. Before they reached the seventeenth hole, he made me orgasm.”

Becky kept her eyes on me, watching my reaction. I listened to her story with rapt attention. "

Saturday night, Mr. William asked me to wear an outfit. Would you like to see me in it?"

"I'd love to see," I replied.

She jumped up, opened her closet, and took out black garter belts and black stockings, black five-inch heels with the straps wrapped around her ankles, and a very tight, very short black mini skirt. The skirt made her breasts look larger and her waist thinner; she looked like a prostitute, a high-class prostitute.

"Do you like this outfit?" she asked.

"Yes!"

"Watch closely when I sit down."

She sat down. The dress was far too short, barely covering her vulva. Her pubic hair was shaved, and she wasn't wearing underwear; I could clearly see her labia. "How does it look, Bobby?" "

Do I look like a prostitute? I told you I wanted to be his sex slave," she said, getting increasingly excited each time she mentioned wanting to be Mr. William's sex slave.

"Go on with your story," I said, and she gave me a slight smile.

"What are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

"Mr. Anno will come to dinner with us, and then the three of us will come back here and have a good time."

I started to get excited. I had never slept with two men before, and obeying his orders was really exciting. We were having dinner at another great restaurant, and while we were eating, the two of them kept touching my thighs. Oh, Bobby, at one point they pulled up my skirt and each of them put a finger in my vagina at the same time. I immediately came. 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, and then Mr. William joined in. You know, I had never done it with two men at the same time. One of them penetrated my anus, and the other used my vagina. Then one of them ejaculated in my mouth, and the other ejaculated in my vagina. Then I licked their penises clean. I orgasmed a total of fifteen times. Finally, they let me fall asleep exhausted on the bed in the guest room.

She smiled playfully.

"You've already come twice, want to do it again?"

"Oh, of course," I laughed.

"Want to come from behind?" Becky said, and so I fucked her from behind. This time I was sure she had an orgasm.

"What's next?"

Becky was exhausted and barely conscious.

"Hmm?"

"What about after Saturday night?" "

Oh, Sunday. I served them again with my mouth and vagina, then I took a nap. After that, Mr. William woke me up and said I had a task: to get a metal ring installed. We went to the tattoo parlor, 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 process.

" "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 a hook onto my clitoris, and then with a 'pop,' the ring was in place. I was in so much pain I almost fainted. They gave me some aspirin, and it still hurts there. "

Becky smiled weakly.

"Babby, I'm so sleepy," she said, turning away. I immediately heard her soft snoring.

That week went smoothly until the biggest change: I started having sex with Becky every night. Each time, it was completely different from the monotonous sex of the past—very exciting and incredibly pleasurable. We always went on until we were completely exhausted. Of course, I licked her vulva every night because I knew perfectly well that 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 deal with 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 it, he immediately called Becky at school and told her to come to his office as soon as possible after class. Around four o'clock, Mr. William called me on the internal line and asked me to come to his office. When I arrived, Becky was already sitting in the meeting room outside Mr. William's office. Then we went into Mr. William's office together.

She stood before Mr. William's desk, her body trembling slightly.

Without a word, Mr. William approached Becky from behind the desk and began to undress her. Becky usually wore conservative clothes to class, only dressing like a prostitute at other times. Mr. William stripped Becky naked.

Then, Mr. William took out a thick leather belt and tied it around Becky's wrists. Becky did not resist; in fact, she enjoyed being treated this way. I saw her vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva and smelled its scent.

After tying her hands, Mr. William pulled the belt down to tie her legs, then pressed Becky down onto his desk, making her face down on the table. Becky's hands and feet were bound, and she couldn't move at all.

Becky started to get scared. She begged Mr. William not to hurt her. Mr. William winked at me. Clearly, Becky liked what we were doing to her. Finally, Mr. William said to her,

"Becky, I won't 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, didn't you?" "

Yes," she answered calmly.

Mr. William took out a small leather belt with a ball in the middle. He put the ball in Becky's mouth and tied the belt behind her head. I saw panic in Becky's eyes. When Mr. William took out a soft twig, a look of fear appeared on Becky's face. The twig was about four feet long and very soft.

“Becky, you are a slave, I am your master, Bobby is your husband, you must obey our orders at all times, and I want you to remember that.”

Mr. William swung the branch at her, and several distinct red stripes immediately appeared from her back down to her thighs, most of them concentrated on her buttocks and thighs. Although her mouth was stuffed with something, I could still hear her screams. The branch continued to swing at her, and red stripes appeared wherever the branch passed.

When Mr. William stopped, he ordered me: “Now go and have sex with her, Bobby.” "

I was already erect. I jumped up, pulled out my penis, stood behind Becky, and thrust in. As soon as I entered, Becky orgasmed. I was really happy to satisfy her again with just my penis. So after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside. Mr. William took off his pants. His penis was much bigger than mine, terrifyingly big. He inserted it into Becky's wet vagina, which was covered in lubricant, then pulled it out and thrust it into Becky's anus in one go. Becky screamed and went into the throes. Mr. William stopped and took a bottle of smelling salts from his shirt pocket. His penis was still inserted in Becky's anus. He held the bottle of smelling salts in front of Becky's nose. As Becky slowly woke up, he thrust into Becky's anus again until they both reached orgasm."

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