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Saga 10 - Scene 6 - Husband + Wife + Usman
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Usman: Get up, whore. You’re not done yet. And you, dog. Watch your bitch.
Dipa slowly rose to her feet, her body trembling, her eyes still glazed with lust and residual ecstasy. Usman grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, then slammed his mouth onto hers for a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue invading her.
Usman: You like that, don’t you? My cum still dripping from your pussy, and I’m kissing you again. Your pathetic husband can only watch.
Dipa: (gasping for breath as he released her) Yes… I love it… I love your taste… he’s nothing… he’s a useless dog…
Usman laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound. He pushed Dipa against the nearest wall, forcing her legs wide apart. He spat on his cock, then grabbed her hips and slammed back into her cunt.
Dipa: AHHHH! FUCK! YES!
He began to pound her relentlessly, his thrusts brutal, his body slamming against hers, making the wall vibrate.
Usman: Feel that, you pathetic dog? This is what a real man does to your wife! I’m fucking her harder than you ever have! Making her scream for me!
Dipa: Yes! He’s so weak! So useless! Pound me, Usman! Fuck my cunt like the whore I am! Make him watch! Make him suffer!
Sameer watched, his entire body rigid with a terrifying mix of humiliation and overwhelming arousal. His own cock, still rock-hard, was straining painfully. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Dipa’s face. Her head was thrown back against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy as Usman hammered into her. Her moans, raw and animalistic, were the most arousing sound he had ever heard.
He was so hard, it hurt. His hand, as if with a will of its own, reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster, his eyes fixed on Dipa’s convulsing body.
Usman: Look at him, whore! Look at your pathetic husband, jerking off to us! Is he excited for us, Dipa? Is he jerking to watch me fuck his wife?
Dipa: (her voice broken with pleasure) He’s a pervert! He loves watching me get fucked! He loves it when you fill me! He’s always wanted this! He’s always wanted me to be a slut for other men! He’s always wanted to watch! He masturbates to the thought of me being used!
Sameer gasped, a strangled sound of shame and confirmation. It was true. All of it. He had always wanted this. He had indulged in the fantasy for so long, and now it was real, and he was part of it, not just a spectator in his mind, but a degraded participant in his own home. He stroked faster, driven by Dipa's words, by her moans, by the sight of Usman pounding into her.
Sameer: (a whispered confession, almost inaudible) Yes… I do… I always have… I always wanted to watch… I masturbate to you… all the time…
Usman heard him. He glanced down at Sameer, a smirk on his face.
Usman: The dog admits his filth! Good. Now cum for me, dog! Cum for your master and your whore!
He grabbed Dipa’s ass cheeks and slammed into her with a final, furious thrust, roaring as he emptied himself deep inside her for the third time. Dipa screamed, her body melting against the wall in a powerful, shuddering orgasm.
Usman pulled out, his cock dripping. He grabbed Dipa by the hair again, pulling her face towards Sameer.
Usman: Look at him, whore. Look at your pathetic, jerking husband. I like him. He’s a good little dog.
He then looked at Sameer.
Usman: Now, Sameer. You want to cum so badly? Here’s your reward. Cum inside your wife’s mouth. Fill her with your pathetic little load. She’ll take it. She’s my whore. And now she’ll be yours too. For a moment.
Sameer’s eyes widened. He stared at Dipa, then at Usman. Dipa looked at Sameer, her expression unreadable, her mouth slightly open, waiting.
Dipa: Come on, Sameer. Don’t disappoint your master. Give me your cum. You want to, don’t you? You’ve been wanting to cum in my mouth like forever.
Driven by Usman's command and Dipa's explicit invitation, Sameer took a shaky step forward. His hand still gripped his throbbing cock. He positioned himself in front of Dipa. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth wide. He lowered his hand and aimed.
Sameer: (a desperate moan) Oh, God… Dipa… I’m cumming…
He came with a loud grunt, his meager load spurting into Dipa's waiting mouth. She swallowed it, her eyes never leaving his, a strange, triumphant look on her face.
Usman: Good boy, dog. You earned that. Now, whore. Tell your husband what he is.
Dipa spat out a last drop of Sameer’s cum, her expression hardening.
Dipa: You are a pathetic, useless dog, Sameer. You are nothing but a voyeur, a cumrag for my real men. You are a disgrace.
She pulled her hand back and, with a sharp, stinging crack, slapped Sameer hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. Sameer stumbled back, clutching his cheek. His eyes, however, weren't filled with anger. They were filled with awe, and a strange, desperate devotion.
Slowly, almost reverently, Sameer took Dipa’s hand, the hand that had just slapped him. He brought it to his lips, and began to lick it, tasting the faint residue of his own cum, her juices, and the lingering scent of Usman. His goddess had punished him. And he loved her for it.
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Usman: Get up, whore. You’re not done yet. And you, dog. Watch your bitch.
Dipa slowly rose to her feet, her body trembling, her eyes still glazed with lust and residual ecstasy. Usman grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head back, then slammed his mouth onto hers for a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue invading her.
Usman: You like that, don’t you? My cum still dripping from your pussy, and I’m kissing you again. Your pathetic husband can only watch.
Dipa: (gasping for breath as he released her) Yes… I love it… I love your taste… he’s nothing… he’s a useless dog…
Usman laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound. He pushed Dipa against the nearest wall, forcing her legs wide apart. He spat on his cock, then grabbed her hips and slammed back into her cunt.
Dipa: AHHHH! FUCK! YES!
He began to pound her relentlessly, his thrusts brutal, his body slamming against hers, making the wall vibrate.
Usman: Feel that, you pathetic dog? This is what a real man does to your wife! I’m fucking her harder than you ever have! Making her scream for me!
Dipa: Yes! He’s so weak! So useless! Pound me, Usman! Fuck my cunt like the whore I am! Make him watch! Make him suffer!
Sameer watched, his entire body rigid with a terrifying mix of humiliation and overwhelming arousal. His own cock, still rock-hard, was straining painfully. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from Dipa’s face. Her head was thrown back against the wall, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy as Usman hammered into her. Her moans, raw and animalistic, were the most arousing sound he had ever heard.
He was so hard, it hurt. His hand, as if with a will of its own, reached down and grabbed his throbbing cock. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, then faster, his eyes fixed on Dipa’s convulsing body.
Usman: Look at him, whore! Look at your pathetic husband, jerking off to us! Is he excited for us, Dipa? Is he jerking to watch me fuck his wife?
Dipa: (her voice broken with pleasure) He’s a pervert! He loves watching me get fucked! He loves it when you fill me! He’s always wanted this! He’s always wanted me to be a slut for other men! He’s always wanted to watch! He masturbates to the thought of me being used!
Sameer gasped, a strangled sound of shame and confirmation. It was true. All of it. He had always wanted this. He had indulged in the fantasy for so long, and now it was real, and he was part of it, not just a spectator in his mind, but a degraded participant in his own home. He stroked faster, driven by Dipa's words, by her moans, by the sight of Usman pounding into her.
Sameer: (a whispered confession, almost inaudible) Yes… I do… I always have… I always wanted to watch… I masturbate to you… all the time…
Usman heard him. He glanced down at Sameer, a smirk on his face.
Usman: The dog admits his filth! Good. Now cum for me, dog! Cum for your master and your whore!
He grabbed Dipa’s ass cheeks and slammed into her with a final, furious thrust, roaring as he emptied himself deep inside her for the third time. Dipa screamed, her body melting against the wall in a powerful, shuddering orgasm.
Usman pulled out, his cock dripping. He grabbed Dipa by the hair again, pulling her face towards Sameer.
Usman: Look at him, whore. Look at your pathetic, jerking husband. I like him. He’s a good little dog.
He then looked at Sameer.
Usman: Now, Sameer. You want to cum so badly? Here’s your reward. Cum inside your wife’s mouth. Fill her with your pathetic little load. She’ll take it. She’s my whore. And now she’ll be yours too. For a moment.
Sameer’s eyes widened. He stared at Dipa, then at Usman. Dipa looked at Sameer, her expression unreadable, her mouth slightly open, waiting.
Dipa: Come on, Sameer. Don’t disappoint your master. Give me your cum. You want to, don’t you? You’ve been wanting to cum in my mouth like forever.
Driven by Usman's command and Dipa's explicit invitation, Sameer took a shaky step forward. His hand still gripped his throbbing cock. He positioned himself in front of Dipa. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth wide. He lowered his hand and aimed.
Sameer: (a desperate moan) Oh, God… Dipa… I’m cumming…
He came with a loud grunt, his meager load spurting into Dipa's waiting mouth. She swallowed it, her eyes never leaving his, a strange, triumphant look on her face.
Usman: Good boy, dog. You earned that. Now, whore. Tell your husband what he is.
Dipa spat out a last drop of Sameer’s cum, her expression hardening.
Dipa: You are a pathetic, useless dog, Sameer. You are nothing but a voyeur, a cumrag for my real men. You are a disgrace.
She pulled her hand back and, with a sharp, stinging crack, slapped Sameer hard across the face. The sound echoed in the room. Sameer stumbled back, clutching his cheek. His eyes, however, weren't filled with anger. They were filled with awe, and a strange, desperate devotion.
Slowly, almost reverently, Sameer took Dipa’s hand, the hand that had just slapped him. He brought it to his lips, and began to lick it, tasting the faint residue of his own cum, her juices, and the lingering scent of Usman. His goddess had punished him. And he loved her for it.
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