The babycam I installed in the living room a few weeks ago works perfectly and provides clear images. You're nervous and pacing back and forth. Still too upset that I let Pari go. You didn't call me. But maybe it's also because you're afraid I might have already been arrested, or at least trying to clear up the matter.
In the meantime, you've realized that something really bad has happened and that you urgently need to get control of your inner beast. You know it was wrong, and yet the memories of what you did make you feel hard, whether you like it or not.
I concentrate outside the door on the task that now stands before me. It will decide what our lives will look like now and whether you will ever find out about the house, the cellar, and my slave.
I hope you don't disappoint me.
If you do, it's my own fault. Because then I will have misjudged you, and my search will have to start all over again.
I open the door and can already hear you coming towards me with quick steps.
"Where the hell have you been?" You greet me charmingly.
"Good morning to you too, darling," I say, smiling at you. You realize that your temper is threatening to get the better of you again, and try to control yourself.
"I was worried about you. You weren't home when I got home from work, and I didn't know what was going on. Good morning. So where were you?"
"In the park," I answer calmly and put my handbag down. Then I take off my shoes and try to walk past you.
"What?! What were you doing there???!"
„I was looking for Pari.“ I say it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I can feel the anger in the air.
"Who?!"
"Pari. You'll remember the name of the girl you raped yesterday, won't you, darling?" I say, smiling innocently into your face.
"Have you lost your mind?" you ask far too loudly, and I can see the cute vein pulsating on your neck, which is always there when it starts.
"No, there's nothing wrong with my mind. But you seem to be losing control right now," I say, still friendly. You take a small step back.
"You'd better tell me what you've been up to before it really happens. You're driving me up the wall right now, and apparently you're still enjoying it."
"Can we sit down? I've been walking around a lot," I say, walking past you. You reluctantly let me go through and into the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of water and sit down at the kitchen table. When you sit down, I've won the first round. You walk up and down the kitchen, and your patience is noticeably wearing thin.
"So you had the idiotic idea to go back to the park and look for the girl. Can you please explain why? She could have been with the police by now, and even if she wasn't, what did you want with her?" I love you with all my heart when you try to control your anger for me. Unfortunately, you won't succeed today.
"I wanted to bring her to you," I say, and wait. You look at me, completely dumbfounded.
"You wanted what??? Why?"
"So you could fuck her again, of course. It was so hot," I say, and get up to put the glass in the sink. I feel your movement more than I see it. With two big steps, you're with me. Your hand shoots to my neck, and you press me against the wall next to the sink.
"Do you want to take me to jail? What kind of sick game are you playing here?" My back touches the wall, reminding me of the whiplashes and that I shouldn't let you fuck me from behind today.
Your hand closes around my throat and squeezes. I get wet and know that I am slowly speaking to the part of your being that I wanted to speak to.
I reach for your crotch and feel your cock hardening. That brings you back to your senses, and you let go of my neck. I gasp greedily for air. I could have easily lasted another 30 seconds before I really ran out, but I know that makes you hard.
"So?" you now ask, clearly aggressive.
"And what?" I ask, rubbing my neck. You feel that you've just won and are going to talk some sense into your stupid wife.
"Have you found your Pari?" You think you know the answer, and a mocking smile appears on your face. I savor it for a moment before snapping it off.
"Yes, I did." You don't even try to hide your surprise. You slam a chair against the wall, drop onto it, and bury your face in your hands.
"Tell me, woman, before I seriously hurt you," you hiss angrily.
I walk towards you and stand close in front of you.
"Do you love me?" I ask gently, and sit astride your knees. I know it will take the last of your strength not to push me down and throw me on the floor.
You look up at me, and I hear something like a growl coming from your throat. My real conversation partner awakens.
I put my hands around your neck.
"I found Pari and talked to her. It wasn't easy to convince her that she wanted all this yesterday, but knowing how much it excited you, I gave my best. Now I have her phone number." Your eyes widen in surprise and then darken a few shades. I love this moment. It's the first thing I fell in love with.
"Why do you need her phone number?"
"To invite her here again, of course," I say softly, moving a little in your lap. You're already hard. I don't let you get a word in edgewise.
"You want to do it again, don't you? The tears, the screams—reliving it all. I can't forget the look on your face when you saw your sperm flowing out of her. So much strength, so much power. You could do whatever you wanted with her. She was yours. If you do it again, or two or three, she'll want it too." Your hands are already on my ass, and you press me against your massive erection.
You're breathing heavily, and I can see you're breathing me in. My scent, my skin, my arousal. The sensible part of you is pushed into the background, and I keep talking.
"Just imagine her coming back here and me getting her ready for you. Tying her up with her ass towards you and positioning myself next to her so that you can fuck us both. Or serving you like a slave while you fuck her. Deflowering her ass would be even better. Just imagine her screams when I let go of her hand. Or I don't let her go at all, and you just fuck her however you want, and she'll want it all." Your mind is now only focused on fucking.
You finger my pussy like crazy, and I open your pants.
"Tell me what you imagined when you fucked her, there was more. I want to know." I know you're not going to say much sensible now, but I want to stop you from thinking about other things.
"I wanted to fuck you both. Just like you said, on your knees in front of me, so I can choose."
"You can still do that, darling. Tell me, and I'll call her. She'll come." You stop listening to me. You stand up effortlessly and pick me up like a child. I land on the bed from a slightly too great height, and it takes my breath away.
"What the hell are you? Why can you control her?" You bend over and take off my skirt along with my thong. I pull my blouse and bra over my head.
"She kind of likes me. Feels safe with me. Maybe she's in love with me too?"
"After five minutes of talking?" you say, guiding your hard cock into me.
"If you'd rather discuss it, we can ask her. But I'd rather fuck her first. Or watch you dominate her. Can you remember her beautiful tears?" You fuck me harder now. I don't know how much is getting through to you, but I think it's enough.
"I'll convince her to move in with us when my house is ready, and then you'll always have her. Like a slave. Just imagine Pari with a collar around her neck, doing everything you want. Sucking your cock, letting you fuck her anytime, anywhere. Oh baby, that would be so fantastic." I'm no longer talking to you, but to your inner monster. It responds with harder and harder thrusts.
Suddenly, you grab my legs and press them over my head so that my knees land next to my ears. I'm quite flexible, so I don't mind. As I'm about to say more, your hand reaches for my neck again, and this time you squeeze hard.
"Let's see if I can make you cry first, damn witch!" you say angrily and place my hands under my knees without letting go of my neck.
I'm pressed hard into the pillow because your weight is partly on my neck.
"Hold on tight and shut up," you say, and the pressure on my neck eases. I find it difficult to swallow in this position, as I'm curled up like a snail. I still don't know what you're actually up to, but when you reach into the drawer and take out my vibrator, it slowly dawns on me.
"I want to see you come. Over and over again." That surprises me a little. You place the tip of your cock against my ass. The position is really unsuitable for an assfuck. Your cock is big, and as curled up as I am, I'm hardly going to enjoy it. I look at you questioningly as you switch on the vibrator and place it against my clit. The feeling is wonderful. I moan loudly. You move the vibrator back and forth, and I know it won't be long before I come. You want to see me come, but I'd love to. I'm almost ready.
"Say it," you growl at me and take the vibrator away. I remember you saying it once before, but even then, I didn't know what you meant. I feverishly think about what I should say to get you to continue. But I can't think of anything. The vibrator lands on the bed, and seconds later, your open hand lands on my pussy. The blow is not particularly hard, but the pain goes through my whole body. I'm so hot that all the sensations seem to hit me at 200%. I scream out in pain. I wasn't prepared for this.
"Say it," you say, and you hit me again. Harder. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what I'm feeling.
"Say it right or nothing, or I'll keep going," you say, and a third blow moves from my pussy to my neck. I don't know what you want me to say. I remain silent. You thrust your cock into my ass, and I love the moment when pain mixes with pleasure. You stretch me, and your cock goes deeper and deeper. I moan with delight. Then you turn the vibrator on again and touch my clit with it. My arousal is so strong that my senses slowly become aware of nothing else.
I can't think of anything else but your cock moving and my pussy wanting to explode. With a hard jerk, you ram your cock balls-deep into me, and I feel as if it has to come out of my throat.
"Say it!" you say into my face, pressing the vibrating head against my middle. The orgasm is unstoppable. I come and gasp heavily because it's so wonderful. I see you staring at my twitching pussy and feel you pull your cock out.
I want to stop you, but the orgasm is far too strong to let me speak. I've never had an orgasm in this position before, and it's overwhelming. As it slowly subsides, I see that you are about to strike again, and I try to move to escape the pain.
Your hand still lands painfully on my still twitching pussy and my mind goes blank. The pain is like an electric shock, and the orgasm that was subsiding continues like a wave and floods my body again. I have never experienced anything like it. It's incredible and takes me completely with it.
I feel like 10 Paris lying on the floor, presenting their pussies to me and not knowing where they are anymore.
"Say it!" I can only perceive your words through a thick fog of ecstasy. I would say anything to you, just so it doesn't stop. But do I still say it to you? My foggy mind wonders who is fucking me right now. My husband, or the dark presence I sensed in his being the whole time.
The demon I brought to the surface to give me what I desire so much. Now he's here, fucking me out of my mind.
Your cock keeps pumping into me, and my lust won't let up. It's as if I'm in a constant orgasm that will never end. I smell blood and know it's my own. My ass is bleeding under your rock-hard cock. The arousal is unbearable, it has lasted too long and makes it impossible for me to think clearly. Your face is determined, but you seem to love what you see.
What excites you the most? My inability to resist you? My pain? My blood, with which your cock must now be completely covered? You pump faster, and I hear the vibrator turn on again. I want to protest, I can't take it again. When the vibrator touches my clit, you don't stop.
You push it into me. Not slowly and gently, but hard and with force. I scream and feel tears on my face. I don't cry from the pain.
I'm crying because it's so good.
Because it fills me up completely, and I can no longer control my feelings and reactions. I am afraid that my bladder is about to empty, but I have no control over that either.
My body no longer belongs to me.
The next orgasm explodes inside me, and I cry with inhibited pleasure while my body twitches uncontrollably.
This time, I hear your words very loudly. As if they were being created in my head. My ass closes around your pumping cock with the last of my strength as I realize the significance of the situation.
"You will bring it to me, whore. Today. And then I'll decide whether to let you live at all." My shock at these words is compounded by my own response.
"YES.MASTER"
Your orgasm comes, and I can hear you moaning and twitching. Your cock leaves my ass, and your cum shoots into my face, distorted with pain and lust, into my mouth, into my eyes, and into my hair.
One load after another.
"Say it again, cunt!"
"YES, MASTER"
"Yesssssss." comes out of your mouth, and the last load of cum shoots into my wide open, waiting lips.
Thank you. It was really fun to write the story and to read what you guys think about it. I enjoyed it:) I am surprised to meet so many nice people here at once:)
Thank you. It was really fun to write the story and to read what you guys think about it. I enjoyed it:) I am surprised to meet so many nice people here at once:)
Very good finish to the story Sandy. I read it from beginning to end again here and while there were a few errors, it was definitely not offputting. I'll have to add this to my favorites so I can read it again in the future. Seems like her husband knew what she wanted and needed better than she did.
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