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

    want to sleep with other women?” I asked Jonathon. Outside of blessing brides at weddings, Jonathon never slept with another woman besides Kylie and me. “I have two beautiful women,” Jonathon answered. “I don't want or need to sleep with other women.” I smiled, “I only want you and Kylie.” The rest of the day passed quickly, and soon Master untied me so we could get ready. I was excited as I washed my body, then carefully did up my honey-blonde hair into an elaborately-piled mass of curls. I dressed in white stockings, a garter belt, and nothing else. Jonathon wore a black suit with no tie; he hated them. We drove to our church where the ceremony would be held. I was shivering in anticipation. At the church, I put on my accessories. A dog collar with a nametag that read: “Monica, slave-wife to Jonathon forever.” Then I shoved a butt plug up my ass. Attached to it was a dog's tail. My husband clipped on a leash and walked me up the aisle. Our friends and family all clapped in delight as they saw us. The aisle was lined with white, pink, and purple flowers—the wedding colors for the Living Church. Rose Cunningham waited at the altar, she'd be officiating our wedding. I knelt next to my husband, waiting for Kylie. The band struck up the wedding march and Kylie stepped out looking radiant in her wedding dress. It was light and lacy—a Bonnie Slate original. The bodice was so low cut I was sure I could see the pink of her areolas as her breasts jiggled. The skirt was long, but was ...
    cut up the front exposing her thighs right up to her crotch. A gauzy veil hung from her mass of fiery-red curls. Her father escorted her. She was so beautiful. Mr. Cooke, her father, blessed Kylie. The bride sat on the altar and faced her father, sharing a passionate kiss that only a father and daughter could experience as her father pounded her cunt with his thick dick. Kylie was a screamer when she came, clutching her father. With the bride blessed, the wedding ceremony could take place. Mr. Cooke shook Jonathon's hand and then petted my head. Rose began her sermon, speaking of love and trust and intimacy. “These are the most important parts of a marriage. Be open with your spouses, share your fantasies, trust that they will still love you no matter how pervasive they might be. If you want to take a lover, do not hide it. Perhaps your spouse would like to partake as well.” Rose spoke passionately as always, and I alternated between looking up at my husband and my bride. I was so happy that Kylie was going to join us in marriage. A glob of white cum slowly trickled down Kylie's right thigh. Without thinking, I ducked my face beneath her skirt and feasted on her shaved pussy, delighting in her sweet pussy seasoned with her father's salty cum. I drove my tongue deep into her cunt. I devoured her. A strong hand and a gentle hand rested on my head. My loves' hands spurred me to pleasure Kylie. Rose never missed a beat, and soon came to the vows. “Do you, Jonathon Jephson, take ...
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