My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2 - Sex Stories

My Husband's Boss - Marcel 2

... house. “I want you naked too while you’re watching. I want to see your cock responding to me being fucked. You get to sit in a chair to watch, but you’ll be the first to strip. If you don't, I’m going to make you hear it from outside the room."

He looked dazed and stayed silent. He finally nodded yes. Marcel was in the living room, and he got up and kissed me, with Dave watching silently. When we finished kissing, he led us into his bedroom. The chair was there, with some rope coiled beside it.

Dave looked at the rope, and Marcel said, “That’s here to tie you; if you can’t promise, you’ll just watch. Susan says that if you say you can just watch, we can trust you. If you don’t think you can, we can tie you down.”

Dave closed his eyes before answering, "Marcel.” He looked at me and said, “Susan, god, Susan, I … “ He paused before continuing, “I want to be forced to watch. I want to be tied so I can’t interfere. Please, Susan, it’s going to be hard enough to see it; if I can’t interfere, it’s going to be even harder if I can, and don’t.” I saw his eyes tear, and he was trying to control himself.

It seemed to be harder than I thought. He still has an erection, so it’s arousing him; he wants to watch, but he doesn’t at the same time. What is he feeling right now? He knows that Marcel’s cock is going to end inside my pussy, shit my cunt. I can’t imagine, or maybe I can. Shame, helplessness, humiliation, and weakness are just some of the emotions I can imagine he's ...

... feeling. But looking at his cock, I also see the arousal he’s feeling, too. No wonder he looks dazed.

“Dave, I told you to strip first. Then I’ll tie you down to the chair. Start.”

He slowly obeyed; he took off his shirt, his shoes, and finally his trousers and then his boxers. His cock was as large as I’d ever seen it, but I also saw him trembling.

He sat in the chair, and I started by tying his legs to the chair legs, then his chest, capturing his arms to the back of the chair. The last thing was tying his waist to the back and seat. I'd immobilized him. Some of his tension had leaked out when he couldn’t interfere. He had to watch and let it happen. From now on, he wasn’t letting it happen.

I stepped up to Marcel, saying, “I want you to fuck me again. Please, Marcel, I need to be fucked again.” Marcel stepped closer and unbuttoned one button, then took his hands on either side of my blouse, ripped it open, and tore it off. We'd planned the entire thing to make it more dramatic for Dave. He had a very sharp knife and pressed it between my bra and tits and cut it so it was hanging on my shoulders.

I could hear Dave sob as my tits showed to them. He cut my belt that held my trousers and forced them to the floor. I was standing there with my pants at my ankles, just my panties in front of Dave and Marcel. Marcel stood there admiring the scene before telling Dave, "Can you beg me? Beg me to either fuck Susan or stop. Do you want me to fuck her in front of you? Or do ...