1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 10: Monica, My Husband's Slave


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Hardcore, Male / Females, Males / Female, Water Sports/Pissing, Wife, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    the cloak. He groaned, and my hopes were dashed that he was going to get up early as his head plopped back onto his pillow. His arms reached out, pulling me against his chest and he went quickly back to snoring. I was feeling a little indignant. He could at least be as excited as I was. Today should be special for him too. His cock was half hard, probably because he had to pee, pressing against my bound stomach and the ropes that crisscrossed my pale flesh. Sighing, I tried to go back to sleep. One hour or five minutes later, Jonathon again woke up. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Can't sleep either, cutiepie?” he asked me. I shook my head. “I'm too excited, Master.” He gave me a kiss on the lips. “How are your limbs?” “Everything's fine. I have sensation and movement.” Jonathon nodded. He always checked to make sure the ropes weren't causing me real harm. “I bet you have to pee because I know I have to.” “Yes,” I moaned as I squirmed. Jonathon sat up, stretching, then brought his cock to my lips. I quickly opened my mouth and let him stick his dick in. He sighed and his piss splashed acrid into my mouth. I savored the strong flavor—his piss was always bitter in the morning—and swallowed as fast as I could. I felt so close to my husband as I drank his piss. We shared this most intimate moment together. His piss kept coming, jetting into my mouth and splashing against the back of my throat. I happily gurgled as the urine sloshed around my mouth. The stream weakened until there ...
    was only a few squirts, one or two last dribbles, and then it was over. “Thank you, slave-wife,” he groaned, gripping my head, and he fucked his now fully hard cock in and out of my mouth. I sucked as he face-fucked me, completely helpless to stop him even if I wanted to. I didn't. I loved every minute of feeling helpless. The rope rubbed painfully against my clit, getting soaked by my juices as I writhed on the bed, an orgasm brewing inside me. “Fucking slut!” Jonathon groaned. “Take all my cock, filthy slave!” His degrading words added to the brew inside me, his cock brushing the back of my throat. He thrust hard, violently shoving his cock down my throat. I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, vibrating his dick. “Naughty slave!” he moaned. “You're such a whore! Cumming like a dirty slut!” His cum flooded my throat, salty and wonderful. I drank it down even more eagerly than his piss. I loved my husband's cum. Whether straight from his dick or out of Kylie's cunt. I wished she was here today, she often came over for Saturdays and helped Jonathon degrade me. But a bride shouldn't be seen on her wedding day. “Thank you, Master,” I smiled as he pulled his cock out. He kissed me on the lips. “I love you, Monica.” I blushed; he wasn't supposed to talk like that on Saturday. Well, today was special. “I love you Jonathon,” I answered. “I bet my lovely slave wants to pee so bad?” “I do! May your unworthy slave-wife please be allowed to pee, Master?” He scooped me up, throwing ...
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