02-07-2019, 02:35 PM
"Feed me your cum. Take it from my pussy and let me lick it from your fingers. I love your cum, Ajay."
I fed her my cum, just like she asked. She slurped and sucked, the noise adding to the joy of seeing my Madhu greedily eat my cum, the cum I had left in her. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep. I lay by her and stroked her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut that was my wife.
Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut. She was the slut of my boss, his father and twenty-three of his friends. But she was my slut, too, and she was my wife.
After about half an hour, Madhu yawned and stretched. She pulled my head down to kiss her and I tasted her and our juices together.
"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?"
"Yes, I have."
She gave me a slutty grin.
"Well, I'm horny as hell and I want to be fucked again."
"It's good for a slut to be horny. Makes you all the more ready when a man wants you."
"Ajay, you sound just like Mr. Malik. In fact, you're a lot more like Mr. Malik. That's good. I like your boss. I like being his slut. He sure knows how to treat a slut like me. I like you being more like Mr. Malik, Ajay."
She yawned and got off the bed. When she returned from the bathroom, she lay down by me again. She slipped up against me and gave me a soft kiss. Then, she continued her story.
"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over the table, I begged them to fuck me. They just laughed and walked away. My god, I was horny! I wanted it so badly. But they ignored me. That made me feel so slutty. There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied down, begging them, anyone, to fuck me.
I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time passed, but it didn't. It seemed a year to me as I lay there begging to be fucked. Finally, they untied me and did what I had been begging for. They fucked me really well. Thank God, there was a lot of them because being tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this slut horny. Super horny!
That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me using a funnel. It was the fourth time. Again, they sealed my pussy with the golden comb, tied me to the bed, and left me there for the night.
Sunday morning was like Saturday. I read the newspaper, sitting naked in their club, quietly drinking my animal cum for breakfast. When a man arrived, I did anything he wanted. Then, Mr. Malik told me to clean the place up. I did. I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, everything. The seven fathers filled me again. They put the comb in place and brought me home."
A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in her eyes.
"What haven't you told me?" I said.
"Do you know what a chastity belt is?"
"I've heard of them. I didn't know they really exist."
"They do. Believe me."
She wanted me to ask about it. She wanted me to ask so much she was squirming. Finally, I asked. She grinned evilly again.
"Ajay, as I was tied down over the table, after I had been whipped and left there, after I had begged long and hard to be fucked, I got mad. I know I'm a slut, but a slut has feelings, too. And this slut needed to feel a cock in her.
'I'll find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps cannot keep me happy!' I screamed at them.
No one said anything as they arose and started toward the table. I was afraid they really were going to whip me hard, but they released me. Mr. Martinez had this steel contraption in his hands. They held me motionless as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked away.
I started to examine it. I freaked out when I discovered nothing could touch me between my legs. Certainly no cock was going to get in me. I couldn't even masturbate. I ran to Mr. Malik who ignored me even though I was kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me. Finally, he looked down at me.
'Madhu, you're my slut. You belong to your husband and to me. If I believe you are screwing someone other than me, Ajay, my father, or the other twenty-three club members, I'll lock you in that chastity belt as punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you understand what that means?'
'Yes. Please, Mr. Malik. I'll be good! I'll be faithful to the twenty-six men you named! Never do that to me!' I sobbed.
He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it off me. It felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely wonderfully alive, to be able to touch my own pussy again. Believe me, Ajay. I'll never fuck anyone unless Mr. Malik says I can. I couldn't stand to not orgasm, not even for a day."
She giggled again and stroked between her legs.
"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours without orgasming, Ajay."
A chastity belt. Wow! That would be the perfect punishment for my Madhu. No orgasm! Ideal punishment for a slut like her. She'd go insane in less than a week if she couldn't orgasm. I had to hand it to Mr. Malik. He really knew how to handle a slut like Madhu.
I fed her my cum, just like she asked. She slurped and sucked, the noise adding to the joy of seeing my Madhu greedily eat my cum, the cum I had left in her. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep. I lay by her and stroked her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut that was my wife.
Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut. She was the slut of my boss, his father and twenty-three of his friends. But she was my slut, too, and she was my wife.
After about half an hour, Madhu yawned and stretched. She pulled my head down to kiss her and I tasted her and our juices together.
"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?"
"Yes, I have."
She gave me a slutty grin.
"Well, I'm horny as hell and I want to be fucked again."
"It's good for a slut to be horny. Makes you all the more ready when a man wants you."
"Ajay, you sound just like Mr. Malik. In fact, you're a lot more like Mr. Malik. That's good. I like your boss. I like being his slut. He sure knows how to treat a slut like me. I like you being more like Mr. Malik, Ajay."
She yawned and got off the bed. When she returned from the bathroom, she lay down by me again. She slipped up against me and gave me a soft kiss. Then, she continued her story.
"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over the table, I begged them to fuck me. They just laughed and walked away. My god, I was horny! I wanted it so badly. But they ignored me. That made me feel so slutty. There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied down, begging them, anyone, to fuck me.
I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time passed, but it didn't. It seemed a year to me as I lay there begging to be fucked. Finally, they untied me and did what I had been begging for. They fucked me really well. Thank God, there was a lot of them because being tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this slut horny. Super horny!
That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me using a funnel. It was the fourth time. Again, they sealed my pussy with the golden comb, tied me to the bed, and left me there for the night.
Sunday morning was like Saturday. I read the newspaper, sitting naked in their club, quietly drinking my animal cum for breakfast. When a man arrived, I did anything he wanted. Then, Mr. Malik told me to clean the place up. I did. I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets, everything. The seven fathers filled me again. They put the comb in place and brought me home."
A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in her eyes.
"What haven't you told me?" I said.
"Do you know what a chastity belt is?"
"I've heard of them. I didn't know they really exist."
"They do. Believe me."
She wanted me to ask about it. She wanted me to ask so much she was squirming. Finally, I asked. She grinned evilly again.
"Ajay, as I was tied down over the table, after I had been whipped and left there, after I had begged long and hard to be fucked, I got mad. I know I'm a slut, but a slut has feelings, too. And this slut needed to feel a cock in her.
'I'll find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps cannot keep me happy!' I screamed at them.
No one said anything as they arose and started toward the table. I was afraid they really were going to whip me hard, but they released me. Mr. Martinez had this steel contraption in his hands. They held me motionless as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked away.
I started to examine it. I freaked out when I discovered nothing could touch me between my legs. Certainly no cock was going to get in me. I couldn't even masturbate. I ran to Mr. Malik who ignored me even though I was kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me. Finally, he looked down at me.
'Madhu, you're my slut. You belong to your husband and to me. If I believe you are screwing someone other than me, Ajay, my father, or the other twenty-three club members, I'll lock you in that chastity belt as punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you understand what that means?'
'Yes. Please, Mr. Malik. I'll be good! I'll be faithful to the twenty-six men you named! Never do that to me!' I sobbed.
He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it off me. It felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely wonderfully alive, to be able to touch my own pussy again. Believe me, Ajay. I'll never fuck anyone unless Mr. Malik says I can. I couldn't stand to not orgasm, not even for a day."
She giggled again and stroked between her legs.
"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours without orgasming, Ajay."
A chastity belt. Wow! That would be the perfect punishment for my Madhu. No orgasm! Ideal punishment for a slut like her. She'd go insane in less than a week if she couldn't orgasm. I had to hand it to Mr. Malik. He really knew how to handle a slut like Madhu.
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