Gasping again, she followed out of necessity. He led her up the stairs, then finally let go as he let her take the lead to take him into the master bedroom.
From the master bedroom, Anna could still hear the mower running; she knew that her husband had to have seen Charles… she wondered if they’d spoken, and she wished badly that she could run to her husband now, and that maybe somehow all of this could stop.
45 minutes later, I had to go in. I was done mowing, and as of yet, I hadn’t seen Charles leave or any sign of my wife. I felt that I needed to check on her. I could hear my wife speaking, and it sounded like she was pleading….along with some sniffling, as if she’d been crying.
As I approached the bedroom, I could see Anna…and my mind was blown at the sight I beheld. Anna was on her knees beside the bed, completely naked. Her back was to me, and I could see that her ass was bright red, as if she’d been spanked hard. But what stood out to me was her hair; it was pulled up into two ponytails, sticking out from the side of her head like a little girl’s. I could hear her bubbling over, begging. “Please Daddy, please let me be a good girl and suck your big cock. Please Daddy, I promise I’ll be good, I promise I’ll make you proud of me!” She was saying it over and over. On the bed in front of her was Charles, sitting there before her with a very stern look as he watched her begging; he was also naked, and his cock was semi-hard right before her face. He caught sight of me and interrupted her begging.
“Ah, Eddie. Do come in, I want you to see how good this little wifey of yours is being for me now that we have things straight.”
Anna stopped her begging, but didn’t want to turn to see me. I knew she must be overwhelmed with embarrassment, that she was so ashamed. I stepped into the room, humbly, overwhelmed at the sight of my wife in this position. Even as bizarre as it looked, I felt the stirring inside, knowing that my wife was yet again submitting to another man in strange sexual ways.
“Good boy, Eddie. Just take a seat over there off to the side on the floor; in fact, open your pants, and take your little penis out so you can wank on it as you watch your wifey obey me.”
God how his words hit me so deeply inside; but I knew to obey. Silently I sat down on the floor, pulling my now hard cock out to stroke myself.
“Now, you were saying little Anna? Or do we need a refresher on what happens when you don’t listen to me?”
I saw her pause, trying to collect herself, but then she started in just as she had been when I came up. I watched my wife begging this older man, in an almost girlish voice, begging her “Daddy” to let her please him. She’d stopped her sniffling, and was putting on quite a display; one that was arousing me strongly.
Suddenly he stopped her, and gave her permission, telling her to “come suckle her Daddy”…. I watched, aching inside, as I saw her take his semi-hard cock into her mouth, as she worked it like a young hungry slut, making him hard. She sucked him for the longest time, and finally he rewarded his “little girl” with a mouthful of his gooey load.
“Good girl, good girl…swallow it all like a good little girl.” He said to her as he groaned his release into her. He told her not to stop, to keep sucking him until he was satisfied, sucking every last drop that he had to give her. He finally stopped her, and then turned his attention to me.
“Go over to him now, that boy on the floor, Anna. With my fresh load in that sweet mouth that you just swallowed, go give him a nice wet kiss and thank me for letting you suck my cock. Go on, do it little girl.”
Anna crawled over to me; I was still just sitting there, pulling on my manhood, as she got right into my face and thanked him as he said. Then she kissed me deeply. I lost it, while she kissed me; I could still taste his cum on her lips, and I suddenly lost control and started spurting.
He broke out laughing in glee, as he stood and put his clothes back on. Without being told, Anna bent her head down and took my still spasming hardness into her mouth, sucking up what I’d spilled, making me groan in shame.
I sat there leaning against the wall, in a state of exhaustion mixed with so much humiliation as the older man walked over to us. He lifted my wife to a standing position, guiding her by her ponytails; slapping her on the bare ass, his voice was a strong hiss in her face. “Yes, you are a good little girl. I’ll be back, sweety; and next time I’m here, you immediately go to the bedroom to prepare yourself. I want you in ponytails, with bright red lipstick, and naked waiting for me on the bed. Do you understand me?”
Anna was completely humbled, completely in the role he wanted as she replied with a meek little girl voice. “Yes Daddy, I understand.”
With that, he left. Anna crumbled down next to me, her arms around me, and began sobbing with her shame.
Sunday was not a quiet day. She had two visitors, one was yet another man that hadn’t been by before. The other was Tom, the heavier older man. Both were there just to use her quickly.
The next 3 weeks went by, and she had visitors at least every other night. All of the men had taught her their own special desires, and they had her every way they desired. But it wasn’t until the last week that Master Nick made his first appearance. I’d almost forgotten that he was one of the Men who had the “rights”.
It was during the day on Friday that he’d apparently called Anna, telling her to empty the house of the kids; he made it clear to her that she had to do this, and that she was not to tell me about his planned visit that evening. She followed his orders, so it was with dumbfounded shock when I answered the door around 7PM to see Him standing there. He had a bag in one hand, and just stood there with a solid confident smile on his face.
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