Chapter 20
Ryan
Master Paul and Dr. Hamelin each took one of Heather’s arms, helping her rise on shaking legs.
Her face was flushed, her lips swollen from servicing their hard cocks, and I could see the glazed look of arousal in her green eyes.
This was my wife at her most honest—desperate, needy, completely submissive to male authority.
They made her kneel on the leather-covered step of the ingenious piece of furniture I’d noticed, placed to the side of the other bench, where I’d fucked her mouth and her ass.
They made her spread her knees wide, her bound hands resting against her lower back as they bent her over the upper surface so that her mouth ended up right where they could enjoy it most easily with their jutting manhoods.
The red lace bra pushed her breasts up beautifully, and the thong still stretched around her knees served as a perfect reminder of how I’d taken her panties down for discipline.
Her pussy glistened with wetness, completely exposed and ready for me.
“Please, sir,” she whispered, looking back at me over her shoulder. “I need you inside me. I need to feel your cock in my pussy.”
The desperate hunger in her voice sent a jolt straight to my rigid tool.
This wasn’t the modest wife who’d lain beneath me in the dark, faking her responses.
This was the real Heather—the one who clearly craved to be used, who needed rough handling to satisfy her sexually…
maybe even to reach her full potential as a woman.
I positioned myself behind her, my hands settling on her hips as I lined up my cock with her dripping sheath, so thrillingly exposed by the shaving Dr. Hamelin had enforced on her.
After claiming her ass so thoroughly, her pussy felt almost too easy, too welcoming.
But I needed to claim this part of her too—needed to demonstrate that she would be fucked dominantly wherever I chose put my hardness.
“Tell me what you are,” I commanded, pressing just the head of my cock against the velvet opening of her sheath.
“I’m your ass girl, sir,” she gasped immediately. “I’m your submissive wife who needs to be shared and used.”
“Good,” I growled, driving forward in one smooth thrust.
The sensation was incredible. After the tight grip of her ass, her pussy felt like silk, hot and wet and perfectly designed for my pleasure. She cried out as I filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate my size in a way that felt natural, right.
“Master Paul,” I said, looking up at him as I began to establish a rhythm. “You and Dr. Hamelin should fuck her face while I fuck her pussy. She’s going to serve all of us.”
I saw the approval in his eyes as he moved to position himself at Heather’s head. “Open wide, ass girl,” he commanded, and I felt a surge of possessive pride as my wife immediately obeyed.
Watching her take his cock into her mouth while I pounded her pussy, my lap slapping up against her still-red ass with every thrust, my balls seemed to boil with lust. Paul and the doctor changed places.
Heather screamed with helpless pleasure with her mouth free, then whimpered around Dr. Hamelin’s cock as he began to enjoy her.
I took hold of her elbows, emphasizing the restraint on her wrists, and she bucked under me as I used the leverage to fuck her even harder.
Paul’s handheld beeped. Heather was about to have another climax.
“Would this be a good time to make her take all three of us at once?” I asked, my cock pulsing at the very thought of it and the dominant growl I could hear in my own voice.
“Definitely,” Paul replied. “Your instincts are developing nicely, Ryan.”
Heather
The words hit me like ice water even as my body trembled on the edge of another devastating climax. All three of them. At once. The memory of Chad’s friends flooded back—how they’d used every part of me simultaneously, how I’d felt so completely owned and degraded and yet desperate for more.
“No,” I whimpered around Dr. Hamelin’s cock, the word muffled but desperate. “Please, I can’t take all three of you.”
But even as I protested, my body betrayed me completely. Ryan’s massive shaft pounding into my pussy, the way he gripped my bound arms to use me harder—I needed it, despite myself. My core clenched around him as the beeping from Master Paul’s device grew more insistent.
“She’s lying,” Dr. Hamelin observed clinically, pulling his cock from my mouth so I could speak. “Her biometric readings show extreme arousal at the suggestion.”
I gasped for air, my face burning with shame at how easily the sensor revealed my deepest desires. “I’m not ready,” I sobbed, looking back at Ryan desperately. “Sir, please, your cock is so big, and if Master Paul uses my bottom again while you’re in my pussy—”
“That’s exactly what’s going to happen,” Ryan interrupted, his voice carrying that new authority that made my knees weak. “You’re going to take all three of us because that’s what good ass girls do for their husbands.”
The degrading words sent electricity rocketing through my nervous system.
I felt myself climbing toward the edge again as Ryan continued his relentless rhythm, his lap pressing against my still-tender bottom with each thrust. The combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming, breaking down every wall I’d tried to build.
“Please,” I whimpered one last time, but I could hear how unconvincing it sounded. My body was already preparing itself, already craving the complete domination they offered.
Master Paul’s large hands settled on my shoulders. “We’ll start slowly,” he said, his voice taking on an instructional tone that made my tummy flutter. “We know what we’re doing.”
I felt Ryan slow his thrusts, still buried deep inside my pussy as Master Paul walked around behind me. The idea of having both their massive cocks inside me at once, down there, terrified and aroused me in equal measure.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Ryan said, his voice thick with command. “Let’s move to the other bench.”
I felt their hands on me as they lifted me from the kneeling position, my legs too weak to support my own weight. The room spun around me as they carried me to yet another piece of furniture—this one lower and wider, clearly designed for what they clearly had in mind.
Ryan lay down on his back on the padded surface, his massive cock jutting up like a monument to male dominance. I whimpered as I realized what they intended, my bound hands useless behind me as Master Paul turned me face up and positioned me over my husband.
“Lower her,” Ryan commanded, his hands gripping my hips. “Make her take my cock in her bottom again. Ass girl, it’s time to show these men how well trained you’re becoming.”
The humiliation of being displayed like this, of being impaled on his enormous shaft by another man, made tears stream down my cheeks.
But Ryan reached up and held my paddled backside, spreading my cheeks, and Master Paul let me down until my feet found the floor, my thighs straddling Ryan’s.
I cried out as Ryan lowered my bottom further, and the blunt head of my husband’s manhood pushed against my tiny hole once again.
Then I sobbed as my body obeyed the obscene pressure, and my anus opened, my well-used bottom stretching around the enormous shaft as I sank down inch by agonizing inch.
“Perfect,” Master Paul murmured, his hands steadying me as I took Ryan completely. “Now ride the cock like an ass girl should, to show how much you love it.”
I tried to obey, tried to do as I was told, the way I’d learned to do with Chad.
But this felt different somehow—more intense, more overwhelming.
These weren’t college boys using me for their entertainment.
These were men who understood exactly what I needed, who could read my body’s responses and push me further than I’d ever gone before.
I began to move, my thighs burning as I lifted myself up and let gravity pull me back down onto Ryan’s massive cock.
Each bounce sent jolts of sensation through my entire body, the stretch and burn mixing with pleasure in ways that made me cry out helplessly.
My bound hands behind my back made it impossible to steady myself, forcing me to rely entirely on my legs as I rode him.
“That’s it,” Ryan growled beneath me, his hands gripping my hips to guide my movements. “Show them how much you love having your ass filled.”
I sobbed as I bounced faster, driven by some primal submissive need I couldn’t control. The humiliation of performing like this in front of these men, of proving what a depraved slut I really was, only heightened my arousal. My pussy clenched with emptiness, desperate to be filled as well.
“Dr. Hamelin,” Ryan commanded, his voice strained with pleasure, “come here. Turn her face toward you and use her mouth.”
I felt the doctor’s hands on my chin, turning my head to the side as he positioned himself beside the bench.
His cock pressed against my lips, and I opened immediately, taking him deep even as I continued to ride Ryan’s shaft.
The angle was awkward, my neck twisted, but I worked my tongue eagerly around his length.
“Excellent coordination,” Dr. Hamelin murmured, his evaluative tone at odds with the way he was using my mouth. “Her ability to attend to the pleasure of two penises at once is quite impressive.”
The praise made me whimper around his cock, my body responding to their approval even as shame burned through me. I was performing exactly like the trained whore Chad had made me into, and they were all watching, evaluating, enjoying my degradation.
“Master Paul,” Ryan said, his voice a low growl as I continued my desperate bouncing, “I think it’s time you used her pussy. She needs to be completely filled.”