“O yes, what can your slave do for you?”
“First of all, watch,” was Pia’s response, while she continued to massage her inner and outer lips. Greg could see how much they were swollen. Her vagina opened up like a flower as a result.
“Would you like to fuck your mistress?”
“How can you ask? I would do anything to fuck you,” Greg replied excitedly like a young dog.
“Well, there is something missing, isn’t there?”
What could be missing? Pia was obviously turned on like she hadn’t been for a long time, longing for his dick.
“A stiff dick to satisfy my needs is missing, you worthless creature!”
In all his excitement Greg had not realized that his penis was not yet ready for action.
“Sit! Spread your legs! I want to see how you play with your penis,” was her command, while she kept playing with her tits and her pussy.
Greg started to play with his best friend. He was very turned on looking at his wife playing with herself.
“You are so hot,” escaped his mouth while looking at her. “Can’t take my eyes off you.”
“Come on slave. This time you will not be judged by your nice words. You will be judged by your results. Is your dick ready to satisfy my needy hole?”
Greg stood up so she could see his erect penis. He was so happy that he could rely so well on his best friend. It had never let him down, when Pia wanted to be fucked.
Pia led Greg to the bed. When they nearly arrived, she commanded him to stay.
She took a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed. Then she lay down face up, with the pillow under her hips. She placed her hands over her head, forcing her tits higher up into the air. Then she slowly spread her legs for Greg.
Looking at Greg she softly said: “Now your mistress wants to get filled and fucked. Is my Gorilla ready for action?”
Greg could not believe his luck. He was sooo ready!
Fucking his wife without being restrained – good old days.
He crawled between Pia’s spread legs and positioned his dick for the final assault. When he just wanted to push his spear into her, she held her hands against his chest: “Let me hear it.”
“What now?”
“What would you like to do?”
“For God’s sake. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you really hard. I want to fuck you senseless. I want to pump my cum into your pussy. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you beg for more. I want to see your body shaking. I want to hear you cum….”
Pia laid a finger on his mouth, so Greg stopped with his pleading.
“Enough. I believe you!”
She moved her fingers slowly from his shoulder blades down his spine to his butt. Then she dug her fingers into his butt cheeks and pushed his dick with one strong thrust deep into her wet pussy. They both had to moan simultaneously. With her legs spread open wide and her legs bent, she ensured with her feet and her arms, that Greg had to remain deep in her. He only could twist his hips a bit.
Pia had not been so wet for long time. But she had to adapt to being filled with his stiff dick.
Greg raised his upper body a bit and pushed his nipples into her mouth. She started to eagerly suck them, enjoying that they got rock hard within no time.
She started to move her fingers up and down his spine, sucking his nipples hard, sometimes even biting them lightly.
Greg’s dick started to throb, even if he was forced to remain passively in her.
Finally, she moved her hands above her head again, because she knew that this position would drive Greg crazy.
“And now your mistress wants her fuck slave to serve her well.”
Greg did not need another invitation.
He started to move his hips. First slowly, but soon encouraged by her body language and moaning, faster and faster. Each time thrusting his penis as deep into her willing pussy as he could.
Her tits bounced at each thrust and she pressed her hands against the wall above her head, to keep her body in place, while Greg drove his dick harder and harder into her needy pussy.
“Fuck your slut. Fuck me hard. Deeper, Greg, fuck me deeper.”
The sight of her dancing tits and her pleading pushed Greg to the limit.
He was glad she did not play with his nipples any more, because that would have pushed him over the edge immediately. That meant that he was able to enjoy the moment a bit longer.
Pia continued to beg him frantically.
As Greg’s dick got harder, she moaned even louder.
“Fill your slut. Give it to me.”
She took her hands down and grabbed his butt to push him even deeper into her pussy. Finally, she started to slap his butt.
That was too much for Greg. The sound and feel of the blows pushed him over the edge.
He could feel the cum flowing from his balls into his dick and finally he shot his hot load into her pussy. While he was cumming Pia arched her back, also reaching orgasm.
Her vagina tightened in spasms around his cock, milking the last drops out of his penis until he collapsed on Pia. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him in her pussy to enjoy this moment as long as possible until their breath and heart beat started to normalize again.
When Pia’s arms and legs finally relaxed, Greg rose slowly. Pia looked into his eyes saying: “THIS WAS SOOOO GOOOD. Thank you – my slave – for serving me so well! Can I keep you for the rest of my life to
serve me?”
Greg kissed her: “If you don’t forget that sometimes you have to obey me also, – maybe…”
Pia and Greg fell asleep and missed dinner. Both were astonished when the sun was shining again through their window, when they woke up.
“Time to feed my slave, before he has to serve me again,” Pia said in a very good mood. “Come here.” When Greg came close, she helped him into his harness and tied his hands again behind his back.
“Is this really necessary?”
“What do you want Greg? For many years we had sex mainly because you needed it. No complaints, I loved you and enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. Now we suddenly find a way that I can enjoy sex as much as you do. Tell me any other couple where he gets fucked so well and so often? So, to answer your question. Is it really necessary? Do you want me to get hot, wet, aroused? Do you want me to have orgasms? If the answer to all of this is yes – than it is necessary.
“You know, you can always use the safe word and our game will end. So will my slave continue to obey me and serve me well?”
“I will, but don’t forget our bet. If I win, I will be your master.”
“But you will not win. By Sunday evening your penis will be so sore, so used, and so tired, that even if I would be naked tied spreadeagle to the bed, begging you to fuck me, you would not get your dick up, much less be able to pump your cum into my pussy.”
“You are right. A deal is a deal. Nobody forced me to participate,” apart from Mystery Lady went through Greg’s mind. But he decided to keep it to himself.
For dinner Pia had bought a new dress. It was a short, tight, black dress, with a short slit over her thigh. Two fashion safety pins seemed to stop the slip from further opening.
While they got their food served, Greg secretly scanned the room, to see if Mystery Lady would appear. One girl was too young. She was good looking, but her cup size was too small. Two other ladies entered the restaurant with their partners. One was too old. And the other one Greg could not imagine to be Mystery Lady.
Actually, her body size must have been close to Pia’s. But what else did he know? He was so surprised, that he couldn’t remember her perfume. Her breasts did not feel artificial, but close to the cup size of Pia. But who would be brave enough to use a situation like this morning? Greg expected somebody with quite some authority that would not take no for an answer.
Pia got his attention back by taking his hand and kissing it. Smilingly she said: “Thanks for a real good fuck today. At least for me our new sex life is great. I had no idea how hot it can be to use you, play with your lust and finally make you cum when I feel like it. You are such a grateful slave, always at my disposal, when I need it. At least your dick seems to appreciate our games quite a lot, as he is pumping more enthusiastically than ever.”
“I just wonder if our game is still a game, or if our relationship has changed?”
“What are you concerned about? Of course, it is still a game. It is nothing more than a role-play in a game room to improve our sex life.
“Our normal life outside the game room has not changed at all. I respect you and I love you as much as I always did. In some aspects I still look up to you. We always have complemented each other well. So, nobody has been able to get between us. I know I can trust you as much as I would trust nobody else. ”
Greg was listening carefully, but was not convinced. “I am not sure anymore, maybe you’re starting to look down on me?”.
Pia laughed: “Come on Greg. In the bedroom it is a great turn on to use you and play with your lust. But would I hurt you? Would I really degrade you? You are still my hero. I love you – not only because you are my sex machine. I could not imagine living without you. And you are the greatest fuck I can imagine.”
Greg relaxed a bit, after his ego had been pleased by that. “Can I ask you a question? The last time we were having sex, you referred to yourself as a slut. You said something like ‘fuck your slut’ instead of ‘fuck your mistress’. Why did you say that?”
Pia blushed. She tried to change the subject, but Greg insisted by asking her again. “Why did you refer to yourself as a slut? ”
“I’ve been very honest about my sexual dreams. You have talked about yours. I think now it is time to reveal some of your secrets,” Greg continued to explore the subject.
“Look, I rarely have fantasies. And why should I have them? Whenever I come to some stage of arousal, I only need to wiggle my ass a bit and I get fucked. So, no need for me to fantasize or even masturbate.”
“What’s that slut thing than about?”
“A kind of turn on before I met you, was to think that I would work as a high-level prostitute and that a man would pay me for my service. This was when ‘Pretty Woman’ was at its peak. Maybe this came from the back of my mind, when you fucked me. Is it something we can use to enrich our sex life? I have never thought about it.
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