25-10-2025, 04:08 PM
Saga 10 - Scene 4 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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The word hung in the air, sharp and ugly, cutting through the thick haze of lust. Usman froze, his cock still buried deep inside Dipa, his head snapping up towards the sound. Dipa’s eyes flew open, her orgasm-fueled haze instantly evaporating, replaced by a dawning horror as she saw her husband standing there, his face a twisted mask of agony and arousal.
Usman: (a low, dangerous growl) What the fuck did you say?
Sameer: (trembling, tears streaming) I… I called her… what she is… a whore…
Usman pulled out of Dipa with a wet squelch, letting her slump against the sofa. He turned fully towards Sameer, his naked body radiating pure menace despite his age.
Usman: You dare speak to my woman like that? Your wife? After offering her to me?
Sameer: She… she begged you… she called herself…
Dipa: (scrambling to cover herself, her voice shaking) Sameer… what are you doing here? You were supposed to be…
Usman: He was supposed to be hiding like the pathetic dog he is, watching his master fuck his bitch. But the dog got too excited, didn't he? Couldn't stay in his corner.
He took a step towards Sameer, his cock still hard, glistening with Dipa's juices. Sameer instinctively flinched back.
Usman: Look at you. Crying like a baby because your wife enjoys a real man’s cock more than yours. You gave her to me. You offered her. And now you call her names?
Sameer: I… I didn’t know… she loves it so much… she’s so… depraved…
Dipa: Shut up, Sameer! Don't you talk about me!
Usman: (turning back to Dipa) Oh, but he’s right, isn’t he? You are depraved. You love being my whore. You love being used. Don’t you? Tell him. Tell your pathetic husband how much you love my cock inside you.
Dipa looked from Usman’s commanding face to Sameer’s broken one. The fear was gone now, replaced by a cold, hard anger… and a familiar, undeniable thrill. He had seen. He knew. And he was still here. Still watching. Still wanting.
Dipa: (her voice low and steady, looking directly at Sameer) Yes. I love it. I love his cock. I love how he fucks me. I love how he makes me feel. Like a filthy whore. And it’s better than anything you ever gave me.
Sameer let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto his knees, his own erection a painful, useless bulge in his trousers.
Usman: (laughing) You hear that, dog? She loves being my whore. Now, since you interrupted my fucking… you get to help me finish.
Sameer: What… no… please…
Usman: Get over here. Both of you. On the floor.
He grabbed Dipa’s arm and pulled her naked body down onto the rug, then turned to Sameer.
Usman: I said, get over here! Now!
Sameer crawled across the floor on his hands and knees, stopping at Usman’s feet.
Usman: Lick my feet clean, dog. While I fuck your wife.
Sameer hesitated, looking up at Usman’s cold, cruel face.
Dipa: Do it, Sameer. Lick his feet. Be a good pet.
With a final, broken whimper, Sameer lowered his head and began to lick the dirt and grime from Usman’s bare feet. Usman grunted in satisfaction and turned his attention back to Dipa, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs again.
Usman: Now, whore. Where were we? Oh yes. I was about to fill your cunt again. But this time, your husband gets to watch up close.
He entered her again, his thrusts slower now, more deliberate, his eyes fixed on Sameer, who was dutifully licking his feet, tears dripping onto the rug.
Usman: Look at him, Dipa. Look at your husband licking my feet while I fuck his wife. Does it make you wet? Does it make you feel powerful?
Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… he’s so pathetic… fuck me harder, Usman… show him who owns me…
Usman increased his pace, pounding into her, forcing Sameer to watch every detail, every thrust, every ripple of Dipa’s ecstatic moans.
Usman: You like this, don’t you, dog? Watching me fill your wife’s cunt? Maybe I’ll let you lick her clean after I’m done. Would you like that? Lick my cum out of your wife’s pussy?
Sameer didn’t answer. He just continued licking Usman’s feet, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Usman: I’m close again, whore. Fucking close. Your cunt is milking me dry. Are you ready to take my load again? In front of your husband?
Dipa: Yes! Please! Cum in me! Fill me! Breed me! Make me yours!
Usman: Open your eyes, dog! Watch this! Watch me claim your wife!
With a final, savage roar, Usman came deep inside Dipa again, flooding her womb. Dipa screamed, her body convulsing beneath him. Sameer looked up just in time to see his boss withdraw his cock, thick strands of semen dripping from the tip onto Dipa’s belly.
Usman stood up, looking down at the two of them – Dipa, lying spread-eagled and ravaged on the floor, and Sameer, kneeling beside her, covered in tears and shame.
Usman: Clean her up, dog. She’s your responsibility now. Until I want her again.
He walked calmly towards the bathroom, leaving Sameer alone with his broken fantasy, his ruined marriage, and his utterly debased, utterly magnificent wife.
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The word hung in the air, sharp and ugly, cutting through the thick haze of lust. Usman froze, his cock still buried deep inside Dipa, his head snapping up towards the sound. Dipa’s eyes flew open, her orgasm-fueled haze instantly evaporating, replaced by a dawning horror as she saw her husband standing there, his face a twisted mask of agony and arousal.
Usman: (a low, dangerous growl) What the fuck did you say?
Sameer: (trembling, tears streaming) I… I called her… what she is… a whore…
Usman pulled out of Dipa with a wet squelch, letting her slump against the sofa. He turned fully towards Sameer, his naked body radiating pure menace despite his age.
Usman: You dare speak to my woman like that? Your wife? After offering her to me?
Sameer: She… she begged you… she called herself…
Dipa: (scrambling to cover herself, her voice shaking) Sameer… what are you doing here? You were supposed to be…
Usman: He was supposed to be hiding like the pathetic dog he is, watching his master fuck his bitch. But the dog got too excited, didn't he? Couldn't stay in his corner.
He took a step towards Sameer, his cock still hard, glistening with Dipa's juices. Sameer instinctively flinched back.
Usman: Look at you. Crying like a baby because your wife enjoys a real man’s cock more than yours. You gave her to me. You offered her. And now you call her names?
Sameer: I… I didn’t know… she loves it so much… she’s so… depraved…
Dipa: Shut up, Sameer! Don't you talk about me!
Usman: (turning back to Dipa) Oh, but he’s right, isn’t he? You are depraved. You love being my whore. You love being used. Don’t you? Tell him. Tell your pathetic husband how much you love my cock inside you.
Dipa looked from Usman’s commanding face to Sameer’s broken one. The fear was gone now, replaced by a cold, hard anger… and a familiar, undeniable thrill. He had seen. He knew. And he was still here. Still watching. Still wanting.
Dipa: (her voice low and steady, looking directly at Sameer) Yes. I love it. I love his cock. I love how he fucks me. I love how he makes me feel. Like a filthy whore. And it’s better than anything you ever gave me.
Sameer let out a strangled sob, collapsing onto his knees, his own erection a painful, useless bulge in his trousers.
Usman: (laughing) You hear that, dog? She loves being my whore. Now, since you interrupted my fucking… you get to help me finish.
Sameer: What… no… please…
Usman: Get over here. Both of you. On the floor.
He grabbed Dipa’s arm and pulled her naked body down onto the rug, then turned to Sameer.
Usman: I said, get over here! Now!
Sameer crawled across the floor on his hands and knees, stopping at Usman’s feet.
Usman: Lick my feet clean, dog. While I fuck your wife.
Sameer hesitated, looking up at Usman’s cold, cruel face.
Dipa: Do it, Sameer. Lick his feet. Be a good pet.
With a final, broken whimper, Sameer lowered his head and began to lick the dirt and grime from Usman’s bare feet. Usman grunted in satisfaction and turned his attention back to Dipa, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs again.
Usman: Now, whore. Where were we? Oh yes. I was about to fill your cunt again. But this time, your husband gets to watch up close.
He entered her again, his thrusts slower now, more deliberate, his eyes fixed on Sameer, who was dutifully licking his feet, tears dripping onto the rug.
Usman: Look at him, Dipa. Look at your husband licking my feet while I fuck his wife. Does it make you wet? Does it make you feel powerful?
Dipa: Yes… oh God, yes… he’s so pathetic… fuck me harder, Usman… show him who owns me…
Usman increased his pace, pounding into her, forcing Sameer to watch every detail, every thrust, every ripple of Dipa’s ecstatic moans.
Usman: You like this, don’t you, dog? Watching me fill your wife’s cunt? Maybe I’ll let you lick her clean after I’m done. Would you like that? Lick my cum out of your wife’s pussy?
Sameer didn’t answer. He just continued licking Usman’s feet, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Usman: I’m close again, whore. Fucking close. Your cunt is milking me dry. Are you ready to take my load again? In front of your husband?
Dipa: Yes! Please! Cum in me! Fill me! Breed me! Make me yours!
Usman: Open your eyes, dog! Watch this! Watch me claim your wife!
With a final, savage roar, Usman came deep inside Dipa again, flooding her womb. Dipa screamed, her body convulsing beneath him. Sameer looked up just in time to see his boss withdraw his cock, thick strands of semen dripping from the tip onto Dipa’s belly.
Usman stood up, looking down at the two of them – Dipa, lying spread-eagled and ravaged on the floor, and Sameer, kneeling beside her, covered in tears and shame.
Usman: Clean her up, dog. She’s your responsibility now. Until I want her again.
He walked calmly towards the bathroom, leaving Sameer alone with his broken fantasy, his ruined marriage, and his utterly debased, utterly magnificent wife.
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