My Wife the Princess Whore - Sex Stories

My Wife the Princess Whore

... around, she got on all fours, presenting her ass to me. I spit onto it. She yelped as she felt the spittle hit her asshole. And yelped louder as I pushed in my throbbing cock. I thrust into her. Again. And Again. The sound of my thighs slapping against her ass filled the room. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "God yes!" She answered gleefully through gritted teeth. I thrust more. She grunted with each thrust. The sound was magnificent. Her asshole was so tight on my thick cock. I reached down and pulled her pretty blonde hair, arching her back. "Tell me what you are!" I demanded, feeling like a wild man. "I'm your fuck toy." "Scream it for the world to hear." "I'M YOUR FUCK TOY!" I felt my cock about to explode, so I pulled it from her ass, spun her around, twisting her hair. She yelped as it pulled, and jizzed all over her face. "Thank you sir." She said afterwards. She kept the cum on hr face for the rest of the night. We ate dinner. We watched a movie. Before going to bed I fucked her ass and came on her face again. As we laid in bed that night, she had a question for me. "Sir," she asked. "May I put on clothes tomorrow?" "Why?" I asked, so quickly acclimated to this new life, that the idea of her wearing clothes seemed so unnecessary. "So I can go visit Doctor Philips about getting new bigger tits for your pleasure." She said. I gave her approval. I came home the next day to find her naked again, with dash marks on her tits. The process was under way. And something else too. ...

... She had a tramp stamp on her back, that said "Princess" Within a couple weeks the tramp stamp was complete. Within a couple months the double-C tits were complete. In all that time we fucked and we fucked. We fucked every day. I fucked her pussy. I fucked her ass. I fucked her throat. I got her three massive black dildos to practice filling her holes with while I was away at work. And yes, I even gave her permission to eat out our mail carrier. Suddenly my life was a whirlwind of constant depravity. She loved taking pictures and videos and posting them online. She loved when I came on her face and we went out afterward for a walk or to the mall. I loved going to the strip club and picking up the dancers and bartenders. One bartender in particular, Paige said tasted wonderful. And I loved the little things she'd do. Like one one day when I randomly said I had to run to the bathroom, she got in my way and begged me to make her my toilet. One week I chained her in the basement and she subsisted only by eating my cum and bananas and sausages, but only after she'd fucked them first. We'd gone down the rabbit hole and there was no going back. Yet in a weird way I felt like something was missing. I wondered if she'd felt it too. I couldn't put my finger on it until one day I invited over a photographer friend of mine to take some more professional looking dirty pictures. He did a great job, and I really didn't mind another man watching my princess naked, and fucking herself with her ...