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

    still sent another wonderful orgasm bursting inside me as his cock erupted into my cunt. Warm, thick cum panting my sheath. He slammed one last time into me, then panted. He grabbed my hair, painfully yanking me up and he kissed me on the lips. “That was hot, cutiepie,” he panted. I was breathless from my orgasms, otherwise I would have answered him. He pulled out of me and spun me around. I licked his cock, groin, and legs clean of my pussy juices and piss. He started the shower up and I lapped up my disgusting puddle of urine with my tongue as he whistled while washing himself. I beamed on the inside as I lapped up my acrid piss—he whistled because I made him happy. After his shower, he again threw me over his shoulder and carried me downstairs. I yelped as he attached my nipple clamps, the sharp, aching pain going straight to my messy cunt, then he started cooking breakfast. That was the irony of our Saturdays; I was the slave, but he had to do all the work. There was not much I could do tied up. It smelled like eggs and bacon, and my mouth salivated as I knelt beside him on the kitchen floor. “That smells good, Master,” I purred. He smiled down at me and we chatted. The usual married couple topics: friends, family, work. The sort of breakfast conversations you'd see at any house across America. Bacon and eggs didn't take long to cook, and soon he dumped the eggs and bacon into my bowel before setting it before me. Like a bitch, I eagerly dug in with my face. “Eat that ...
    food like a bitch!” Jonathon grunted. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see him jerking furiously. I worked my mouth, scooping up the bacon—precut for me—and scrambled eggs into with my tongue. Jonathon groaned, and cum splashed on the side of my face and on top of my food. “Thank you for the sauce, Master,” I giggled, taking a bite of egg and topped with cum. “My favorite!” “You're welcome, slave,” he grinned, wiping the tip of his cock off in my hair. He cooked his breakfast while I finished eating, then pulled me on his lap, impaling me on his hard cock. The magical Viagra gave Jonathon the level of stamina our God possessed, able to cum as much as he wanted before the pill wore off. He ate, enjoying his breakfast and my cunt around his cock. I amused myself by rhythmically working the muscles in my cunt, trying to see if I could get him to cum. He finished eating, and started pulling hard at my nipple clamps, stretching my breast to obscene levels. The pain made me clamp my cunt hard on his cock and I came before my husband flooded my pussy. It was summer, so Jonathon had his gardening chores: mowing the lawn, trimming the hedges, etc. Everything but the flower beds was his responsibility. I was in charge of the inside of the house. It was a fair trade. So Jonathon headed to the bathroom to get the sunscreen so I wouldn't burn—he liked to watch me as he worked and I enjoyed being outside with him. I had developed a strange set of tan lines, you could tell just where ...
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