Adultery Neighbors Pet Slut - Copied

[hirarandi]

You will do for us what our spouse won't." Mrs. Reynolds added. "I will not allow my husband to fuck my ass. I am a proper lady. I don't give blowjobs." She sneered the words. 
"But you will." Mr. Reynolds said hungrily pointing to me. 
The thought of Mr. Reynold's cock, which now I couldn't take my eyes off of both excited me and repulsed me. He wasn't attractive. He wasn't young. But I was his slut. The thought of that definitely excited me and shamed me. "Yes. Mr. Reynolds." 
"I don't eat pussy." Mr. Reynolds announced with pride. "And I don't get fucked in the ass either." 
"But you will take my dildo's with pride won't you slut." Mrs. Reynolds purred. 
"Yes. Mrs. Reynolds." I said quickly again in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. 
Mr. Reynolds pulled the band of his sweats down, and his cock sprung out. I hadn't seen many cocks in my life, but he seemed huge. It was thick and veiny. It seemed like there was a lot of skin, especially around the head. 
"Get on your knees slut." Mr. Reynolds commanded in a feral tone. "Show me how obedient you are. My wife told me how well you listened to her and I want to see it." 
The added pressure of having to live up to what Mrs. Reynolds had said had me on my knees in a flash. I crawled to him and took his hefty cock in my hand. I swallowed hard and looked up at him. 
Both he and Mrs. Reynolds looked down at me hungrily. I felt the warmth on my cheeks. I felt my stomach flop. He smelled. He smelled of musk and dirt. 
"Kiss it." Mrs. Reynolds instructed. 
I puckered my lips and gave the tip a peck. 
The two of them laughed at me. Embarrassment washed over me. I wanted to please my neighbors. At my core, I wanted nothing more than to make Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds proud of me. 
"Deeper slut." Mr. Reynolds offered in a husky voice. 
I opened my mouth and pressed it to the tip. When I moved my mouth down onto Mr. Reynolds' cock, it pulled back the foreskin. The salty and a bit of a urine taste was my reward. I gagged, and they laughed at me again. 
"She's perfect." Mrs. Reynolds said. 
"She will be." Mr. Reynolds agreed. 
My heart sang. It was all I needed to push me further. I stretched my lips wider and pushed my head further. I had given head to Tyler before. But he was a bit thinner than Mr. Reynolds. 
I felt a hand on the back of my head. "Down." Mrs. Reynolds coached. 
She pushed my head down and buried my nose in the nest of dark curls at the base of Mr. Reynolds cock. She had forced him deep into my throat, and I gagged hard. My stomach retched when she let go, and I spit up the drool. 
They laughed at me again. "Good slut. I like it sloppy." Mr. Reynolds praised, and my heart fluttered. 
Once I caught my breath, I took him back in my mouth. He was girthy and at full length. I bobbed my head back and forth but didn't quite make it more than three-quarters of the way down. Mr. Reynolds moaned though. I knew I was doing something right. 
Again, it took the urging of Mrs. Reynolds to push my head down as far as Mr. Reynolds wanted. Mrs. Reynolds held me there. My arms flailed out. I couldn't breathe. I really couldn't breathe. My lungs burned. My throat spasmed. 
My eyes watered and my nose ran. Finally, Mrs. Reynolds let me go. I fell back and gasped for breath. I looked up at them pathetically. Mr. Reynolds cock glistened from my mouth. 
"Hungry slut come get your dinner." Mr. Reynolds reached for me. "Don't get lazy now." 
"Yes. Mr. Reynolds." I got back on my knees and took a deep breath. I bobbed up and down on his cock. This time I tried to push myself. I tried to take more of him. I even twisted my head and swiped my tongue all around his uncut cock. 
Mr. Reynolds pushed his hips out. It drove his cock into my throat. I got the hint. I went down farther this time. I took him in my throat the first time by myself. 
I was rewarded with pinches to my nipples. My throat quivered around Mr. Reynolds cock, and Mr. Reynolds groaned grabbing my ears. Mrs. Reynolds pulled and twisted my nipples. I whined which only had Mr. Reynolds' cock jumping in my mouth. 
"She will look so pretty in nipple clamps." Mrs. Reynolds told him. 
"Yes." He grunted. Mr. Reynolds pulled my face back and forth while he thrust his cock in and out of my throat. Each time I gagged. I was thankful though that I got a breath in between inward motions. 
"Put her on the table." Mrs. Reynolds suggested. 
In a whoosh, I was lifted from my armpits and laid on my back on the table. Mr. Reynolds tugged me, and my head hung over the side. "Good idea." He said and mounted my mouth. Mr. Reynolds gripped my breasts as handles and started to pump vigorously into me. 
The gurgles from my throat seemed only to spur him on. Mrs. Reynolds took a position between my legs. I willingly parted them for her, and she explored my cunt again. She stroked my sheer lips. 
Mrs. Reynolds pinched my clit and slipped two fingers into me. "I think I could fist her Mark." She seemed excited. The thought of it made my stomach flip. I was their slut though. 
Mr. Reynolds only grunted at her. Mrs. Reynolds resumed playing with me. She pressed my clit and pulled it. All the while she pushed two fingers into me in time with Mr. Reynolds thrusts into my throat. 
Drool covered my face. Snot was in my hair. Mr. Reynolds showed no mercy. I was dizzy. I was foggy. I was a submissive slut play-thing for them. Mrs. Reynolds worked a third finger in me, and I jumped on the cock in my throat. 
"That's it." Mrs. Reynolds praised. "Be a good slut. I love how sensitive she is." 
Mr. Reyold's thrusts became shorter and quicker. The tip of his cock grew wider, and I could no longer breathe. He had it nestled in my throat. I flailed again. Mrs. Reynolds laughed and pushed her fingers deeper into me. She curled them up and stroked my g-spot 
"Cum in her throat baby." Mrs. Reynolds said. "If you fill her belly I'll let her cum." 
Mr. Reynolds let out a loud feral cry. I choked on it. The first large squirt I'm sure came out of my mouth. He pulled and sprayed my face with rope after rope of jizz. 
I panted wildly. Mrs. Reynolds was brutally fingering me and pinching my nubbin without remorse. My legs shook, and I writhed on the table. Cum up my nose. Spit in my hair. Mr. Reynolds pulled at my burning nipples. 
"Should we let her cum?" Mrs. Reynolds asked. 
"Yeah," Mr. Reynolds slapped my breasts, and all it did was push me closer to the edge. "Let the slut cum. I want to see how it looks on her." 
A fourth finger crammed into me and it was like lightning. I screamed out and gripped the table. My whole world crashed around me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. It radiated out from my clit through my whole body. 
I gyrated on the table and saw stars before my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, but all I did was move. My muscles tightened and released. I was in submissive euphoria. I gasped for breath when I came down. My lids were heavy. I was slick with sweat. 
Someone pulled and jostled me. My head rested on a soft and wide shoulder. My body curled up and pressed against a hairy body. Mr. Reynolds. Mr. Reynolds had lifted me from the table and now sat with me cuddled in his lap. 
I saw her hand out of the corner of my eye. It was fuzzy. I knew who it was though. Mrs. Reynolds stood over us and stroked my hair. They took care of me as I twitched in orgasmic aftershocks and lingered in sub-space. 
That is how I became my neighbors' pet slut. I don't regret any of it. I look forward to telling you more about my experience.