My Husband, My Slave--Part 3 - Sex Stories

My Husband, My Slave--Part 3

... sexy woman. I think I’d eat her pussy on demand, too.” “That’s one of the parts I love, Mr. Daniel, but would you accept the whippings? I do because it’s part of the price I have to pay to remain with Miss Sophie.” “Yes, Daniel I do whip John to help him improve. Initially, I did it to break him and make him obey, but we’re past that now. I also think we’re past the need for all this talk.” I moved down onto his body and engaged him in a long hot and wet kiss. He was a really good kisser and our tongues dueled as they explored each other’s mouths for more than five minutes. I took his hard organ into my hand after a minute. I could barely reach all around it as I slowly stroked the huge rigid shaft. My cunt was oozing when I moved his hand to it. He rubbed me expertly before slipping his finger inside. I humped against it involuntarily as his tongue continued to invade my mouth. Finally, I could take no more. Rolling off him I fell to the bed and spread my legs. “Oh God, Daniel…fuck me! Fuck me hard with your big hard cock.” He moved between my legs and I pulled him to my dripping cunt. He rubbed the massive head into my slit then slowly pushed. All told there were five or six small thrusts before he was fully seated in me. Even then there were more than two inches of cock exposed between us. I moved my legs up until my ankles rested on his shoulders. He bent me in two as he leaned forward to drive his cock hard into me, the head banging into my cervix every time. ...

... Truthfully, it hurt like hell, but what a way to get hurt! We had gone at it for about five minutes when I felt the first rumbling in my core. It didn’t take long before I was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. The orgasm washed over my body as we continued fucking. So far Daniel showed no signs of cumming. We continued for another six minutes and I was almost ready for number two. I could tell that Daniel was ready, too. Mine hit like a sledgehammer and was almost done when he arched his back and forced himself into me with such force that I felt I would be pushed through the mattress. He shot into me five more times, each with the same incredible force as the first, until he collapsed onto my chest. “Sorry, Sophie,” he gasped a minute later. “No need to apologize, Daniel. I had two and they were both wonderful. When you’re ready to move off me would you mind going to my left so we can make room for John?” He rolled off a minute later and I summoned John. He lay on the far side and I leaned against his body as John stretched out, his head just below the pillow. He would have been more comfortable on it, but this was for me, not for him. I straddled his head and he got right to work. “How often does he do this, Sophie?” “Well, he licks me to at least one orgasm every morning when he takes my urine. Then when I get home from work he licks and kisses my feet while massaging them and I’m in such a great mood that I let him give me another couple. Anytime we have sex he lies down and ...