Penny's Oral Exam Ch. 05

Ethan folded his arms and smiled indulgently at the girls who were straightening out their skimpy clothes. The opportunity to guide the young teens of today in their sexual submission was an honour and a joy. Ethan treasured the afternoons that he spent railing throats, drilling cunts and pounding asses at the community centre.

He let out a soft sigh as he watched the girls leave, giggling and limping a little from their hard poundings.

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind,” Sylvia said, leaning in close. She gave him a knowing look over her basket of sex toys.

Ethan mock scowled at her. She was one of the educators who helped organize the extra curricular fucking sessions for girls who lacked a strong dominant male figure in their lives.

He couldn’t deny that she was right. Watching these young girls learn and grow, he was reminded of his little biscuit, Penny. She had passed her Oral Exam with flying colours and was now working on her muffing skills for the Lesbian module. In a couple of months, the practical sex exams would be all completed, her results compiled and posted online on the school website, an advertisement to all potential suitors about what a stellar submissive slave wife she would become.

Soon, Penny would start dating these dominant men, who would eventually pierce her nipples and lead her away by the clit.

The thought of it made Ethan feel a little bit lonely. Fucking the teens at the community centre and random women at mixers was fun and all, but it was very different compared to coming home to seeing a kneeling wife who wore his marks of ownership. Penny did her best to be a good submissive little daughter, but the feeling was just not the same.

“It’s nothing, just thinking about how they grow up so fast,” Ethan said, following Sylvia over to where two other young women were washing the sex toys.

“You know, there’s a Foster Wife Drive this Friday, you should definitely go,” Sylvia told him, emptying her basket into a tub of water, “I mean… you’re single, they’re single….” A jingling sound came from her pussy as she soaped up the toys, a result of the many rings and accessories she wore on her cunt lips. “You’re lonely, they’re lonely.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like you have to commit right away, you know?” one of the other young women piped up. She threw Ethan a big grin.

Ethan hated to admit it, but the idea of being alone in the house was looming bigger and bigger.

Most of the unmarried girls were Penny’s age. Men usually knew what they were looking for and girls were almost always eager to assume their roles in society as submissive slave wives. So people married early, learned to get along, settled down, had kids. On average, girls married at 19 or 20. Some as late as 23 or 24, but rarely as late as 25. Fucking girls as old as Penny was one thing. But Ethan didn’t really want to marry someone that was his daughter’s age.

His other option would be foster wives. Foster wives were essentially women who lost their husband one way or another. Sometimes, it was due to accidents, sometimes it was illnesses. Other times, it was because their husband committed a crime and was sent to jail. Wives with male relatives were committed into the care of their male relatives. Those who had no male relatives capable of taking them in were instead sent to a group home for wives.

The thing was, healthcare professionals agreed that it wasn’t healthy for a woman to go too long without being dominated. Cunts needed cock. This was a widely accepted fact in society. Women needed to be fucked long and hard regularly. They needed a firm dominant hand to put them in place for their own good! The government provided twice-a-month punishment and poundings for these poor orphaned wives, but it wasn’t quite enough because nothing beat the constant, dominant care of a husband towards his submissive slave wife!

In order to reduce the number of foster wives, the government regularly held Foster A Wife Drives to encourage men to take one home and thoroughly dominate her.

Well, Ethan hadn’t been to one in ages, but now that it had been brought up, maybe it was time he just… took a look around. Right?

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The Foster a Wife Drive was held at a private clubhouse, much like the mixers that Andrew Lundy threw from time to time. This time, however, no unmarried girls were allowed on the premises. Ethan had, for the first time in a long time, left Penny home alone to study and revise for her Anal exams that were coming up. He trusted that she would fuck her own ass responsibly because she was 18 now, old enough to know that good anal was one of the foundation stones of good submission and a happy marriage.

Ethan strolled up to the venue dressed in a business casual outfit. He knew that his light blue shirt and navy pants made him look like a million bucks.

He gave his name at the door, and was immediately shown to the viewing room.

There were about seven foster wives at the front of the room, all completely naked. They turned this way and that, posing for the men who were milling around, drinking champagne and eating bites of the snacks. From where Ethan stood, he could see more women on their knees and getting acquainted with the cocks of the men surrounding them.

Ethan strolled over to the line of foster wives at the front to peruse the available slave wives.

A young blonde caught his eye. He always had a thing for blondes and he motioned for her to approach.

The blonde girl looked flustered, but she made her way over to him.

Ethan stared at her, waiting for her greeting. The blonde seemed to think for a moment before putting her hands behind her and pushing her chest out.

“H… hi sir. I’m um. I’m Maisie….” she stuttered shyly.

Ethan hm’ed at her and reached out to fondle her tits. They were not very big, even smaller than Penny’s rack. He thumbed at her nipples, pulling at them to see their condition. Her piercing hole was still there, meaning that she had only recently been de-ringed. He nudged her legs apart and reached down to pull at her clit.

“Mmmnngh!” Maisie moaned loudly when Ethan pinched her nub. It was of a decent size, and he could feel the indentation where her wedding ring used to sit. A little rolling and teasing made her pussy gush, which was a good sign that her little clit was still sensitive enough to torture. It was a common practice for a man to propose with two nipple rings, and then seal the vow by staking his claim on his wife’s clit by piercing it. If a slave wife lost her husband, the courts would appoint a date and have her taken to a special slave care centre to remove her proposal and wedding rings. This would help signal her availability to other men. The process of removing the rings was often traumatic and sometimes caused the women to lose sensitivity in their clits. But here, it appeared that Maisie was still perfectly sensitive and functional.

“How long ago were you de-ringed?” Ethan asked.

“Mnngh ah ah, three months… sir!” Maisie gasped her answer.

Ethan pursed his lips. She was pretty enough, and obviously eager to please, but her manners left a lot to be desired. She probably hadn’t gotten proper submission education like she was supposed to. The government aided foster wife centres tried their best to teach those neglected slave wives the basic etiquette, but inevitably people slipped through the cracks.

“What happened to your husband?” Ethan prodded.

“Ah ah oooo I don’t know sir. He unnngh, ran off and never came hnngh back! OH OH HNNGHH!”

The teasing of her clit sent her into a loud orgasm, which made a lot of people frown and whisper.

Ethan sighed in disappointment. Asking for permission to cum was one of the most basic things that a slave wife should have learned. If Maisie hadn’t learned that in school, then it was up to her husband to teach her. Clearly, he had not.

“I’m sorry sir!” Maisie whimpered, tears starting to collect at the corners of her eyes, “I’m really sorry!”

Ethan shook his head and withdrew his hand. She was definitely not a suitable slave wife for him!

As he moved on to the next girl, an older man came up to Maisie, looking interested. He wasted no time in frigging her cunt and shithole. The undisciplined girl was swiftly fingerfucked into a second orgasm. He waved to one of the waiters and spoke to him softly. The waiter left and soon returned with a clerk and some paperwork.

Ethan couldn’t help but smile to himself. One man’s unruly slave is another man’s cumstupid slut, right? Or something like that. Well, at least one of the poor foster wives would have a husband soon!

Ethan drifted off to the side after perusing the rest of the wives.

They were pretty, young, most of them at least somewhat trained to submit. But there was just something… something missing. There was no chemistry. Ethan sipped his champagne, content just to soak in the atmosphere and watch as some greetings turned swiftly into fucking right on the floor.

“Hello sir, I’m Aubrie. May I greet your cock?”

Ethan turned to see a redheaded young woman, her arms held perfectly behind her and her tits presented nicely for his pleasure. Thick steel rings sat in her nipples, and a D ring adorned her clitoris. An unconventional choice for sure, but Ethan liked the look of them on her. Despite her confident words, she was fidgeting a little, and looked a bit unsure.

“You may,” he told her in a tone of voice that hopefully made her feel a little better.

Aubrie sank to her knees gracefully and knee-walked closer to kiss Ethan’s crotch. Her hot breath ghosted over his hardening dick through the fabric. Ethan gave her a little help, undoing his belt with his hands. But once that was out of the way, she made short work of his button and his zipper with only her mouth.

Ethan had chosen to go commando tonight in anticipation of fucking some slave wives and the decision proved useful now. His stiff rod sprung free immediately and Aubrie, quick as lightning, caught the tip in her mouth.