02-07-2019, 02:22 PM
I could see the panic in her eyes as he jammed a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. Her face was total fear and she was squirming all she could when he showed her the willow branch. It was about four feet long and very supple.
"Now, Madhu, you are a slut and I am your master. Ajay is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that."
He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her.
When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Ajay."
I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Malik dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk.
He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Madhu tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Madhu to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room.
After Madhu's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson today, slut?"
"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.
"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you."
"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.
"Do you understand about being Ajay's slut as well as mine?"
She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time."
"Yes, sir."
"Release her, Ajay." I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.
"May I go clean up, Mr. Malik?" she asked.
"No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."
When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.
"You like being my slut, don't you, Madhu?"
She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped.
"I asked you a question, slut."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes. I like being your slut." She turned to look at me. "I like being your slut, too, Ajay."
From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. Mr. Malik was my boss and Madhu's master. I was his employee and Madhu's husband. Madhu was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.
Madhu & husband's boss continue their affair
I got off early from work on Friday to go home. I wanted to see how Madhu was dressing for the weekend. It would be her second time with Mr. Malik, my boss and her master.
As I told you, it was just last weekend when she had become my boss's slut, spending the weekend with him. She came back well fucked and happy and changed. During the week, she had not been with him. She had only seen or talked to him on Thursday when he whipped her with a willow branch in his office and fucked her ass as punishment for not having sex with me on Wednesday night. He ordered her to keep me very happy and as his slut, she was expected to obey all his orders, everyone.
I was happy for Madhu. She was loving being his slut and getting the royal fucking she wanted. More importantly, he was going to make her pregnant, fill her womb with his rich seed and give her the child I never could give her.
I was happy for me, too. Our sex this week had been the best since the honeymoon. Madhu had sex with me every time I asked except for Wednesday night and she found out what that was like.
I heard the shower go off as I walked in the bedroom. When I entered the bath, she was drying her shortish, curled blonde hair. It had been long and brown last weekend but a stylist selected by my boss had changed that. Carefully, she dried her ears around the six tiny gold rings my boss had installed.
"Hi, Ajay," she said with a big smile. "Come home to see me off?"
"I wanted to tell my best girl goodbye for the weekend. What are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. He just told me what to wear and to be ready at four."
"Excited?"
I could tell she was. She was bubbling, almost delirious with happiness. She could hardly speak without giggling. Her big eyes were bright and shiny as she started curling her hair as he wanted it curled. She sat naked at her dressing table, the dryer in one hand, a brush in the other.
I could smell her pussy, She was flowing just thinking about being with my boss, Mr. Malik. She had told me about last weekend. When she described his cock, I did not believe her. But, I saw him fuck her ass in his office and I had seen for myself. He had a very big cock. I knew that big cock was making my little slut wife a happy woman. She began applying her makeup.
"I did not know you wore that much," I said as she applied a heavy eyeshadow.
"Oh, Mr. Malik, wants me to wear more. He says I look more like a slut that way." She stopped to look up at me, the eye shadow pencil poised in the air. "I am a slut, you know. His slut."
"Yes, I know," I answered softly. She was a slut and she was Mr. Malik' slut, that was clear to us all.
She put on a bright red lipstick which matched her bright red finger and toe nails. Still sitting, she reached for her stockings. They were a sheer nylon, thigh high, but with a dark seam running up the back. She extended her shapely leg. Humming, she worked the nylon over her painted, pointed toes and sensually unrolled it up her leg. She stood and unrolled it over her thigh, lovingly adjusting it until the seam was perfect. Then, she sat and started on the other leg, giving it the same tender care. I knew she wanted to be perfect for him.
A week ago, she would not have worn such clothes. More significantly, no matter what she wore, she would not have let me see her like this, dressing, naked after her bath. Now, she enjoyed me looking. She stopped, one leg extended with the stocking to her knee, the other bent and already finished. She gave me a slutty look.
"You're hard. What caused it?"
"Why, you, of course."
"No. I mean seeing me dress or thinking of your boss' big cock reaming out my tender pussy."
That was a good question. Of course, seeing her made me hard, but never this hard. I could not get out of my mind the picture of her tied over his desk as she fucked her ass. She was bound at arms and legs, spread. He fucked her so gloriously. I felt my cock twitch.
"Now, Madhu, you are a slut and I am your master. Ajay is your husband. You will obey both of us all the time. This whipping will help you remember that."
He gave her twenty and he was not gentle. The stripes covered her from the back of her knees to the small of her back, although most landed on her ass and upper thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag as the welts, red and ugly, immediately popped up when the willow branch struck her.
When he stopped, he commanded, "fuck her cunt, Ajay."
I was rock hard. I jumped behind her and slammed into her. She orgasmed on the first thrust but I was pleased how long I lasted before I filled her with cum. Mr. Malik dropped his pants. His cock was a monster, much bigger than mine. He ran it in and out of her sopping pussy to get lubrication, then slammed it as hard as he could in her ass. She screamed again and passed out. He stopped, his cock in her to the hilt. He retrieved smelling salts from his shirt pocket and held it under her nose. When she revived, he fucked her ass long and hard until they both came. He walked in front of her, removed the gag and stuck his cock in her face, ordering her to clean him. I watched her lick her shit and his cum from his cock. He left her there across the desk.
He sat in his chair and called his secretary, ordering drinks for him and me. The secretary did not even flinch when she saw Madhu tied down and freshly fucked over his desk. I was have expected Madhu to be embarrassed at being seen by someone else. It was obvious what had happened. But, she had a wild, slutty grin in spite of her crying when the secretary walked in the room.
After Madhu's sobbing had quieted, he asked, "Have we learned a lesson today, slut?"
"Yes, sir," she said, in a tiny, little girl voice.
"I will do this whenever I wish and next time, I will not be as gentle with you."
"Yes, sir," she sobbed again.
"Do you understand about being Ajay's slut as well as mine?"
She looked over at me. It was the most loving look I had received from her in a very long time."
"Yes, sir."
"Release her, Ajay." I unbound my wife. When her hands were free, she gently explored her ass, winching every time she touched herself.
"May I go clean up, Mr. Malik?" she asked.
"No. Just dress. I want the cum to run down your leg, slut. I want everyone to know you are freshly whipped and freshly fucked."
When he called her a slut, she gave him a wild, sexy look.
"You like being my slut, don't you, Madhu?"
She said nothing but her look screamed yes. He jumped to he side and swatted her ass which was still tender from her whipping. She squealed and jumped.
"I asked you a question, slut."
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes. I like being your slut." She turned to look at me. "I like being your slut, too, Ajay."
From that day forward, there was no question about out relationships. Mr. Malik was my boss and Madhu's master. I was his employee and Madhu's husband. Madhu was my wife, a teacher, but, first and foremost, she was a slut, his slut first and my slut second.
Madhu & husband's boss continue their affair
I got off early from work on Friday to go home. I wanted to see how Madhu was dressing for the weekend. It would be her second time with Mr. Malik, my boss and her master.
As I told you, it was just last weekend when she had become my boss's slut, spending the weekend with him. She came back well fucked and happy and changed. During the week, she had not been with him. She had only seen or talked to him on Thursday when he whipped her with a willow branch in his office and fucked her ass as punishment for not having sex with me on Wednesday night. He ordered her to keep me very happy and as his slut, she was expected to obey all his orders, everyone.
I was happy for Madhu. She was loving being his slut and getting the royal fucking she wanted. More importantly, he was going to make her pregnant, fill her womb with his rich seed and give her the child I never could give her.
I was happy for me, too. Our sex this week had been the best since the honeymoon. Madhu had sex with me every time I asked except for Wednesday night and she found out what that was like.
I heard the shower go off as I walked in the bedroom. When I entered the bath, she was drying her shortish, curled blonde hair. It had been long and brown last weekend but a stylist selected by my boss had changed that. Carefully, she dried her ears around the six tiny gold rings my boss had installed.
"Hi, Ajay," she said with a big smile. "Come home to see me off?"
"I wanted to tell my best girl goodbye for the weekend. What are you going to do?"
"I have no idea. He just told me what to wear and to be ready at four."
"Excited?"
I could tell she was. She was bubbling, almost delirious with happiness. She could hardly speak without giggling. Her big eyes were bright and shiny as she started curling her hair as he wanted it curled. She sat naked at her dressing table, the dryer in one hand, a brush in the other.
I could smell her pussy, She was flowing just thinking about being with my boss, Mr. Malik. She had told me about last weekend. When she described his cock, I did not believe her. But, I saw him fuck her ass in his office and I had seen for myself. He had a very big cock. I knew that big cock was making my little slut wife a happy woman. She began applying her makeup.
"I did not know you wore that much," I said as she applied a heavy eyeshadow.
"Oh, Mr. Malik, wants me to wear more. He says I look more like a slut that way." She stopped to look up at me, the eye shadow pencil poised in the air. "I am a slut, you know. His slut."
"Yes, I know," I answered softly. She was a slut and she was Mr. Malik' slut, that was clear to us all.
She put on a bright red lipstick which matched her bright red finger and toe nails. Still sitting, she reached for her stockings. They were a sheer nylon, thigh high, but with a dark seam running up the back. She extended her shapely leg. Humming, she worked the nylon over her painted, pointed toes and sensually unrolled it up her leg. She stood and unrolled it over her thigh, lovingly adjusting it until the seam was perfect. Then, she sat and started on the other leg, giving it the same tender care. I knew she wanted to be perfect for him.
A week ago, she would not have worn such clothes. More significantly, no matter what she wore, she would not have let me see her like this, dressing, naked after her bath. Now, she enjoyed me looking. She stopped, one leg extended with the stocking to her knee, the other bent and already finished. She gave me a slutty look.
"You're hard. What caused it?"
"Why, you, of course."
"No. I mean seeing me dress or thinking of your boss' big cock reaming out my tender pussy."
That was a good question. Of course, seeing her made me hard, but never this hard. I could not get out of my mind the picture of her tied over his desk as she fucked her ass. She was bound at arms and legs, spread. He fucked her so gloriously. I felt my cock twitch.
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