“You can go down further than that,” Kristin encouraged her husband. “I got over half of it in my mouth before I gagged on it.”
A choke escaped from Dave as the vision of this big cock in Kristin’s petite mouth flashed in his brain.
“Close your eyes and take it in,” Kristin said, now stroking the girthy shaft with both hands. “Put your arms behind your back. Just use your mouth, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Slobber ran down the shaft coating Kristin’s fingers as Dave’s head bobbed up and down. She was on her knees now and could feel Josh stirring behind her. Her crease became moist in anticipation of Josh’s black cock filling her clean-shaven pussy. Kristin’s ass swayed to entice the still-sleepy young man. She looked at Maxx, who was now awake and staring back at her. She squeezed his cock and gave him a flirtatious wink, shushing him with pursed lips.
Dave was lost in his determination to fit as much of Maxx’s cock into his mouth as was humanly possible. He fought through the gags and coughs when the broad helmeted head penetrated too deeply. Sucking sounds escaped from his slobbery lips.
Kristin increased the pace of her two-fisted stroking when she felt Josh’s cock slip into her.
“Keep going,” she purred. Kristin meant that for Dave but appreciated that Josh also took it to heart. Josh pushed his cock into the hilt and held it there until Kristin gasped.
Maxx’s cock twitched in her hands, signaling that his orgasm was imminent. “Are you ready to be a good boy and swallow his cum for me?” Kristin asked her husband through huffed breath. She let go of the big cock and motioned to Maxx to take over.
Dave felt a large hand take hold of his hair. He opened his eyes, surprised to see Maxx fully awake and staring back at him. Maxx’s hips jerked upward when his orgasm exploded, shoving his cock deeper into Dave’s mouth.
Dave choked as the first heavy jet of cum splashed against the back of his throat.
“It’s ok. That’s a good boy. Just relax your throat and let it happen,” Kristin moaned. Her chest was pressed against the mattress and her ass was in the air as Josh’s hard body slapped against her. Kristin’s wide blue eyes remained transfixed on her husband as he tried to swallow Maxx’s substantial load. Dave was failing miserably. Maxx’s thick cock was soon streaked with cum and slobber.
Dave thought he was done when Maxx finally stopped ejaculating, but Kristin told him otherwise.
“Clean up your mess.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Maxx smacked his cock wetly across Dave’s face and thanked him for draining his balls. The big man stood up and pulled on his shorts which struggled to conceal his half-hard length. “Did I hear someone say something about breakfast?” He asked before stomping out of the room without closing the door behind him.
Kristin held out her hand to Dave. He took her hand and held it as she continued to fuck Josh. She came hard on the linebacker’s cock, staring into her husband’s eyes as she did.
Josh threw his head back when he felt his heavy balls contract. He squeezed Kristin’s asscheeks, driving a thumb into her asshole. Kristin came again as Josh’s hot semen squirted inside of her. Her pussy constricted around his shaft. She cried out her orgasm in Dave’s face. Josh’s cock slipped from Kristin’s hole, painting her from anus to slit with the last of his cum.
Kristin collapsed to the bed face down, ass up. Her breath was heavy from the exertion. “Looks like you have another cock to clean.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Dave slipped down on his knees next to the bed. He opened his mouth obediently and waited for Josh to insert his cock. When he did, Kristin’s familiar taste and smell overwhelmed Dave’s senses.
Kristin closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of her husband’s mouth on Josh’s cock. She smiled contentedly as Josh’s cum seeped from between her legs.
“Hey gang, Rick sent me in here to check on you,” Daphne said from the open doorway. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
“I’ll be there as soon as this white boy is done sucking on my cock,” Josh replied.
“I think you can go eat, Josh,” Kristin said. “I need Dave to clean something else before we come to the table.”
Josh pulled his cock from Dave’s sucking mouth and quickly dressed before following Daphne to the dining room.
Kristin rolled over and positioned her ass near the edge of the bed. She beckoned Dave over, instructed him to kneel before her, and then wrapped her legs around her husband’s back. “Be a good boy and lick your Mistress clean.”
Dave didn’t have the chance to answer. Kristin grabbed his hair in her hands and pulled his face into her overflowing creampie.
Everyone sat in the dining room during breakfast except for Dave, who was made to take his breakfast out on the balcony. He did so without complaint but was nervous about wearing nothing but the chastity cage outside. As soon as he stepped out, he was greeted by an old couple sitting on the balcony next door.
When Dave hesitated, the old man said, “Don’t be shy, Sonny. You’re not the first naked guy we’ve seen coming out of Rick’s place.”
While Dave washed the taste of the two football players out of his mouth with a large glass of orange juice, Ray and Mitzi Hirschfeld told him stories about their grandchildren and talked incessantly about the Miami weather. Dave was thankful when Ray finally headed inside after announcing the sun was too bright.
Following her husband, Mitzi stopped and leaned over the adjoining balcony rail. For a senior citizen, Mrs. Hirschfeld still had a good body, Dave thought. She was much younger than her husband and a little too tan, as most Florida retirees tend to be, but she was probably a real looker back in the day.
“I see (P)Rick has you locked up,” Mitzi said with a hearty chuckle. “I guess that means you’re the Bitch Boy for the weekend.”
Dave sat and stared, not knowing what to say. But, yes, he knew exactly who he was supposed to be – everyone’s Bitch Boy.
“Yeah, I know all about what goes on over there, and I know why they call him (P)Rick,” Mitzi continued. “I might just ask him to borrow you for an hour or two. It’s been a while since I’ve had one of his subs between my legs.”
Mitzi presented Dave with a lascivious wink and hiked up her tits before disappearing into her condo.
“What the fuck?” Dave asked out loud.
“Mrs. Hirschfeld can be a real handful,” Daphne said, startling Dave. “She might be old, but she can still fuck like a college girl on spring break. Maybe I should talk Rick into giving her your key for a bit. Would our Bitch Boy like spending some time with Grandma?”
The thought sent a shiver through Dave, but he obediently replied how he thought Daphne would want him to.
“You are such an obedient slut,” Daphne said with mock disdain. “Get your sweet ass up. Rick wants to talk to you.”
Dave found Rick still in the dining room. Kristin was bent over the table as Rick pounded her from behind. According to her squealing commentary, Rick was fucking her in the ass, and she wanted it harder and faster.
The football players were gone, but cum spilled from his wife’s panting mouth, making Dave wonder which one of them had left it there. Rick delivered alternating slaps to Kristin’s ass – first with his palm and then his backhand. Each slap drew a whimper and a request for more from Kristin.
Esmeralda cleaned up the dishes from the table as if seeing Rick fuck someone in the ass after breakfast was nothing new. “¡Él está follando muy duro el culo de tu esposa con su gran polla!” she said with a grin as she walked past Dave with a stack of dishes.
Without breaking stride, Rick greeted Dave, “Hey, sport! How was your breakfast? Before you answer, let’s dispose of the momma and daddy and go with something more appropriate for a former military man like yourself. Ma’ams and sirs will do for Daphne and me.”
He smacked Kristin’s ass again, “how about you, my dear? Still sticking with ‘mistress?'”
“Oh my god! I’m fucking cumming!” Kristin replied, not answering Rick’s question. “DON’T STOP FUCKING MY ASS!!!”
Rick wiped the sweat from his brow. Kristin’s repeated requests for more were starting to wear him out. “Damn, I think we’ve unleashed a monster!” But he obliged to the point that Kristin clawed at the table. Her nails dug half-moon shapes into the lacquered finish.
Through heavy, ragged breaths, Kristin demanded that Rick cum inside her. She held herself still when she felt his cock squirt, reveling in the warmth filling her. “Ooooh, it feels so good,” Kristin sighed. She collapsed her torso onto the table as Rick finished pumping into her tight hole.
Rick pulled out his cock and slapped it against her ass cheeks, slinging strips of his remaining cum across her back. He stepped aside, pulling his chair behind Kristin and beckoned Dave to take a seat. “I believe you know what to do.”
“Yes, sir,” Dave said dutifully as he sat and pressed his face between his wife’s ass cheeks.
After watching for a moment, Rick continued, “I think we’ve done it, pal. This little minx of yours swept the dishes aside, bent over the table and demanded that I stick my cock in her ass. What’s a man to do? Am I right?”
Dave didn’t bother replying. Instead, he kept his face between Kristin’s buttocks, so Rick continued, “I’ve put together a little party for you two at a club I rented for the night. I’ve also put together a diverse guest list of people I think you both will enjoy. But we have hours before it begins. In the meantime, I’m sending Daphne and Kristin out for a spa day.”
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