He stood before her in his baggy, grey jogging bottoms, which hung loosely from his huge ass. There was no visible waist to help keep them up and folds of the material lay bunched around his hefty ankles. His feet were bare, revealing both the dry black skin that covered them and the dirty uncut toenails that were their end. The only other item of clothing he wore was a once white t-shirt, in desperate need of a clean. It covered his upper chest but failed to contain his obese stomach, which, covered in sweat, drooped flabbily over his elasticated waist band. A mass of wiry black and grey pubic hair was clearly visible below his navel, so too was the outline of something thick and pendulous behind the stained cotton covering his meaty legs. There was too, a rather unpleasant odour of stale piss and perspiration around him! He ordered us into the hallway and, stretching a broad arm out in front of him, pushed the door shut.
'So this is Jarvis' little play thing is it?' he grunted.
His breathing was heavy and laboured, due without doubt to the 20 odd stone he carried around with him!
'Yes, Sir!' my wife answered, looking up at him hungrily. She was definitely going to enjoy giving her body and soul to this man mountain. I could see her gorgeous pale blue eyes taking him in. His smell, and the sheer anticipation of lying underneath him and being smothered by his flesh would, I knew, already be causing her pussy to lubricate itself.
'And you're the Hubby I presume? You got the video camera?' he enquired.
'Yes! Where will we be filming?' I asked nervously.
'In a minute, boy!' he replied angrily, 'I want a good look at the goods first. Right , Darlin' Let's see you!' he demanded, putting on his glasses so that he could see what he was going to use for the next 2 or 3 hours. His tongue licked at his lips and his right hand disappeared into his pants as he took in the sight before him.
Jackie was wearing an incredibly short, white cotton skirt, flaring out at the bottom, underneath which were white fish net hold ups. The slight bulges created where the elastic gripped her creamy white thighs were just visible. She had on a pair of 6 inch heels as ordered by Jarvis, to elongate, he said, her slightly chunky calves. Her skimpy red top was fitted tightly, accentuating her curvaceous tits and lovely arched lower back. Her smooth, soft, 46 year old belly remained open to view. Her silky blonde hair was tied tightly back and around her neck was the black collar, with the word 'Slut' emblazoned on it, which I had been told to buy for her. Indeed that was exactly what she looked like --a slut!
'Lift your skirt for me, Darlin' -- or should that be Slut?' he then said.
You decide, Sir,' she meekly replied.
She loved this role now, and when the urge overcame her, she would abandon herself totally to it, without reservations. Jarvis it was who was solely responsible for her new, almost split, personality. Most of the time she was my loving, flirty, but loyal wife, who always remained in control. But when Jarvis called, and this was happening more and more frequently, she would revel in complete subservience to him. She would obey without question every command -and enjoy it! Just as long as she was stretched by thick cock. She would do things with him that she would never even contemplate at home with me. And me? I loved every minute of it, though with Jarvis my role was reduced to observing and being humiliated rather than taking part. The thing was, I wanted it that way!
'Slut it is then.' he replied,' Now as I said, lift your skirt so's I can see your ass!'
With both hands she lifted the hem and Henry beamed lustfully at the white G - string that returned his hungry gaze with the message, written on the gusset in large black letters, 'Slave to Black Cock'.
'That's just what I've heard Slut! And you'd better be good or I'll never invite you again. Got that?'
'Yes, Sir,' she replied immediately,' I won't let you down,' and she curtsied low to stress the subservience that I knew she felt and indeed craved at times like this.
'Now turn around and show me this greedy white ass that Jarvis loves so much!'
She did so and then added, 'Shall I bend over for you, Sir?'
'Yeah do that!' he demanded. 'Hubby, go set the camera up in the lounge will ya. We'll start on the armchair.'
As I turned to go I heard the first loud SLAP, as his hand made firm contact with my wife's fleshy ass. I turned back to see him follow that up with 5 more in quick succession. Each one harder than the last. Her ass cheeks wobbled invitingly and the impression of his hand and each finger were clearly visible. Jackie remained bent at the waist, waiting for her next instruction.
'D'you want more, Slut?' Henry asked.
'Whatever will make you happy, Sir!'
I wanna beat that ass real hard......but later ....and I think I'll use my belt. Would you like that?' As he said this I could see his erect cock pushing even more prominently at his trouser leg. It looked impressively large in both length and girth.
'Very much, Sir. Will you beat my tits too? she pleaded.
'We'll see, Slut! Now, get down on your hands and knees!'
She dropped immediately. As she did so, I quickly made my way into the lounge and began to set up the video camera. I don't know how much Jarvis had told him about my role or what he expected of me but I was ready, like Jackie, to obey him.
Within a minute Jackie appeared crawling on all fours, the knees of her white stockings and her palms already soiled by the dirt from the threadbare carpet that covered the floor. Henry's massive bulk followed close behind, his eyes fixed on her ass and his right hand squeezing his ever growing cock through the material of his joggers. A wet patch, newly formed, was clearly visible close to where the head of his cock must have been -- and it was spreading!
'Stop there!' he ordered, placing one foot firmly on the small of her back. 'Hubby, make sure you can get the whole chair in shot and then fetch me a beer from the fridge!'
I checked the view --finder and, satisfied that no adjustments were necessary, stepped out into the kitchen. Whilst locating and opening the beer for Henry, I could hear some muted exchanges between the 2 of them, but couldn't make out what was said.
As I returned, I was greeted with the awesome sight of my wife, still on hands and knees and with that luscious ass of hers, pointing directly at the camera. But that wasn't the best part. Henry was seated in the armchair looking down contentedly as she flicked eagerly at the toes of his left foot with her tongue. She stole a glance at me and half-smiled but Henry berated her immediately, 'My toes, Slut! Not him. Concentrate on my toes!' He then stretched out the his big toe and demanded that she,
'Clean it properly!'
Jackie redoubled her efforts taking the whole of the filthy digit into her mouth and slurping away, occasionally smacking her lips as if savouring the taste.
'You getting this, Boy? Get in close and take some stills too!'
I zoomed in just in time to see him lift his right foot, revealing its unwashed sole, and to hear him say, 'Now, Slut -- lick it! Slowly... for the camera!'
I thought that I detected a slight hesitation on her part but it was only momentary, for the next moment her tongue was again out, and she took a first long lick from heel to to toe, groaning as she did so! While she continued to lick his foot, Henry leaned over and lifted the hem of her skirt. He then peeled down her G-string to just above her bent knees. She wiggled it in anticipation of his next move. Then, with one hand he spread her ass cheeks as wide as he could and slapped her asshole hard with the other. She flinched, but did not stop licking. He repeated this 7 or 8 times and then switched to her cheeks. Each received another 8 hard slaps, leaving them once again red.
Leaning back, he picked up his already empty beer bottle and smeared the neck with his saliva. 'Hold still now, Slut! I'm gonna stretch your little asshole. You just keep lickin'. Try between my toes now, they're filthy!'
She did this immediately.
'Push your ass out!' he barked.
It was fascinating then, to see the hole pout as the sphincter pushed outwards. Henry started to push hard and the neck slipped easily into my wife's little asshole. Jackie stopped licking and moaned! He twisted the bottle as he pushed and attempted to get more of it in.
'You like that, Bitch? Want more?' he teased, and then pulled it out without waiting for her response. 'No, I'm not a sadist! I don't want to damage you!'
Though he had removed it, her asshole was still open, drips of beer dribbling out, down, and around to her shaven cunt, where they collected together before dripping onto the stained carpet beneath her. I wondered how much more it might have to stretch if he decided to fuck it later. And there was surely little doubt that he would!!
'Fetch us another beer, Hubby!' he then said. 'And stop the camera for a bit!'
I returned quickly from my errand and found Jackie sitting back on her haunches watching avidly as Henry, now standing up with his back to her, started to pull down his trousers.
His ass was wide and his thighs were like tree trunks. His once white, but now greying pants, remained in place.
'Right, Slut, sniff my ass through my pants!' And to make it slightly easier for her, he bent a little at the waist. Jackie shuffled forward on her knees and pushed her face into the material where it spanned the cleft between his cheeks.
'Breathe deeply, Slut. Can you smell my sweaty ass? Can you?' he asked.
'Hmmmm!' was her muffled reply.
I hope you like it 'cos in a minute you're gonna lick it clean for me!' With that he grabbed the back of her head and pressed it as hard as he could into the material.
'Kiss those filthy pants, Slut!' and he relaxed his grip to allow her to comply.
'Lick them!' he ordered, and she eagerly obeyed. With the tip of her tongue she made a series of little flicks over one of the bigger, darker stains that covered the material.
'Good, Girl!' he said.' Now lie down flat, hands at your sides. Hubby, get a cushion that she can rest her head on.'
