Busy with my army work and a couple of other cunts, I didn't see my bitch couple for several days, until she sent a message to my private email, begging me to fuck her again. It makes her wet, she says, just thinking about me, and my big cock up her cunt and her hubby watching. We're both your slaves, she wrote, your possessions. She had made it pretty clear that she wanted to be degraded and fucked and be roughly used by Master Glen, her bull, to whom she and hubby belonged. And, please, she also begged, make Danny (her husband) squirm. Make him beg for you, she wrote. Yeah, I wanted to make him beg, that's for sure. My dick got strained against the cloth just imagining the two of them on their hands and knees.
So I drove to the cunt's house after my gym workout, where I had been lifting weights and noticing a few male and female bitches eye me up and down. I've got a hard muscular build, not just from army drills, but from years of regular weight training. I always wear form-fitting, wife-beater tops to display my muscles. My legs are pretty well-developed, too. Driving into the garage, I entered the house from there to the kitchen where I had fucked her last week in front of her wimpy husband. I need to pay a bit more attention to him this time. I wanted to tease and make him hanker after his bull, become deranged with lust. And I needed to fuck my married slut.
I had told her to be ready for me, to kneel naked on the living room sofa cushions and lean over the back of it, her ass exposed for a good spanking, her fine round tits pressed against the back. I'm not obsessed with tits but I appreciate a good pair, especially when nipple clamped, which was going to happen to her tits eventually. This was something she wanted. Something I wanted, which is more important. Too much time had lapsed and she needed a reminder of her position and function. As instructed, Danny her husband stood, stripped to his underwear in a corner. He had also been emailing me scenarios like he was some kind of movie director and I was an actor. He had a thing to learn: I was the boss and he was a cunt and needed a good fucking like his wife. It was his suggestion to stand in a corner, watching. But I ordered back: turn your face to the wall and don't look until I give you permission. Understand, bitch? Sir, yes Sir, he replied. So he was mine also.
I also instructed Kim the wife not to look at me or say a word unless I gave her permission. She said in the email that she had been a bad girl and needed a good spanking. How bad were you? I asked in a reply. What did you do? She said that she had wicked thoughts about a high school boy down the road. She wanted him to pretend she was his teacher and fuck her on the desk. She wanted to suck his cock and swallow his young load while he pressed her head against his groin and called her slut and cunt, just the way I did. She played with her pussy, pinching and rubbing her clit, until she came, fantasizing about the student sitting on her face, his hard young tasty cock down her throat. And then Danny walked in and when he saw the high school stud face fucking his wife, he fell on his hands and knees like a dog, whimpering. Wasn't that a bad thing to imagine, daddy? Is daddy angry? she wrote? I prefer to be caled Sir or Master rather than daddy, but to humor the horny slut, I replied in the same spirit: yes, daddy was angry, and his little girl deserved a good spanking.
When I entered the room I didn't speak. I admired her still taut body and firm ass, not bad for a mature cunt. She was forty at least. They had eighteen year old twins, a boy and girl, both away at college. And I wondered if one day I'd be fucking them as well, create a private bull-owned family. Just a fantasy. For now, what was real were the parents waiting to be used. I dropped my coat to the floor, then I began caressing her ass, fondling, tickling, pinching, running my fingers up and down her pussy. Her outer lips were already moist. She moaned in expectation and pleasure and when I suddenly smacked her ass cheeks hard, four times in a row, she yelped, but whimpered thank you, daddy, thank you. Then I slapped those fine cheeks harder and harder.
"Daddy's little girl's been bad, hasn't she? Answer me!"
She groaned with pleasure:
"Yes, daddy, your little girl has been real bad, daddy."
"Daddy's little girl wants a high school boy to fuck her, doesn't she?" And I smacked her so hard across one cheek that even my hand smarted. She yelped like a dog.
"Yes, oh, yes, daddy."
"What a fucking cockwhore, you are, just a horny housewife bitch, aren't you?"
So her "Daddy" whacked her buttocks so hard, she cried out and my hand was stinging, and her flesh blazoned hot red. She began whimpering and crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy, getting warm, just smacked her ass several times harder and harder, even thought of flogging the hot bitch, but decided there would be another time for that. Shackle her arms and legs, spreadeagled. I'd have to see how far she wanted to go. But the way she was wiggled her flaming red ass and moaning made me realize how much she enjoyed and needed the spanking.
In the corner Danny whimpered and even begged to be allowed to turn around. I pulled my black belt off my military fatigues, looped it in one hand, and approached Danny who stood about 5'9 to my 6'3. He had a narrow waist and nicely rounded ass cheeks it looked like he took care of his body.