Such a silly little bitch. I shake my head as I watch the scene unfold before me. My lover, whom I call "Daddy", is setting his wife up to find out about me. She fell hook line and sinker for that funky note he called a love letter. I laugh to myself when I remember that he wrote it using my ass as a desk.
"Honey, are you sure you want to tie me up?" His snivelling snot of a wife is whining about him tying her up to the bedpost spread eagle. I can see the lust in her eyes turning to fear, just a little, as he discards the silk ties he was planning to use. Instead, he goes for the thick rope that I left in their closet the last time I was here.
With a soft smile and a stroke to her inner thigh he soothes her. "Don't worry, Katie. I promise you will love it." As he ties the last knot to her left ankle, he starts to hum to himself. Looking back at the bed he asks her, "Would you like some music to set the mood?"
I know that he is usually very wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am with her, so I am not surprised when I hear her eager acquiescence. He goes around the room and lights all the candles that I set out earlier. With a flick of his wrist, he cuts off the stark overhead light of their room. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust from my spot in her dressing room.
When my eyes can take everything in again, he is stripping off his robe to reveal his nakedness. His only adornment, a silver cockring that I had made especially made for his girth, shines against his pale skin and dark pubic hair. Her baby blue eyes grow as big as saucers as she notices it gleaming in the darken room.
"Uh, hon...What is that thing on you?" Katie's eyes dart nervously from his eyes to the ring. He doesn't answer her. He just stands there staring at her. The music changes from the sappy 80's drivel to a very erotic beat. It sounds as if someone has mixed a little Hindu music with a little Afro-Brazilian beats. That is my cue.
I stand up and slid from behind the doors only a few feet from the edge of their bed. In the candlelight, the rings in my nipples glisten against my dark brown areolas. My heavy breasts swing to and fro, seemingly to the beat of the drums of the music. She is so entranced at looking at his big red angry dick surrounded by that metal band, that she doesn't notice me coming out of the darkness. He motions me to his side.
At 6'7, he towers over my barely 5' tall frame. I see the fear and confusion in her eyes as she finally sees me. "Liam, what's the meaning of this? Untie me now!" Demanding with her words, I hear the tell-tale tremor in her voice. I watch disinterested as she struggles against the ropes. I know from experience that with those knots, the more she strains, the tighter the knots become. Her thin pale body contorts with effort of trying to cover herself from my eyes and break free all in one movement.
My lover moves to stand behind me, still watching her. His hands move to cup my full breasts, painfully pulling the nipples, twisting the rings. My vaginal muscles start to contract in excitement. I can feel my pussy juices starting to flow onto my thighs. Without as much as a raised voice, he instructs me, "Bend over."
"Yes, Daddy." Immediately I am bent at the waist, black plump buttocks flush against his tree trunk thighs. I brace myself on the bed, propping myself up on my elbows, because I know what is coming next. In one moment, my lover grabs me by my waist and pulls me up so that I am impaled on his 10 inch dick. The fullness is unbearable, but I know better than to cry out. Daddy has taught me well.
"Liam, I am divorcing your ass so quick it will make your head spin. You are the biggest asshole in the world. I curse the day that you ever came into my life." His wife sputters phrase after phrase of things meant to demean and hurt my lover. She doesn't know that everything she says, she will be made to pay for later. I know what is coming and, mentally, I shake my head. Poor little stupid pale bitch. Her words become blurs to me as Daddy starts to fuck me harder, still holding me up by my waist.
As my pussy starts to contract on Daddy, she and I make eye contact for the first time. "Don't look at me you black whore. You are not fit to look at me. I can't believe you have your naked ass in my room like it is nothing." I continue to study her as if she is a bug under a microscope. I know better than to answer her. Daddy told me that when I am servicing him, I am not to speak unless he speaks to me.
She has taken a deep breath and is ready for another round of cursing at us when my lover pulls out abruptly and slides me back down. "Stand up, " he tells me. "Play with your clit so that you stay moist."
"Yes, Daddy," I say as I slide my fingers over my clitoris. We have done this so many times that my body knows how to react. Stay wet. Wait for Daddy to fuck me some more.
He walks to the top of the bed where she is still casting aspersions on my lover's head. He grabs her short blonde hair until she starts to whimper instead of yelling at him. "Suck Baby's pussy juice from my dick, you cunt." Daddy slaps his pulsing head against her thin lips. I can see the anger flashing in her eyes along with tears. She opened her mouth to curse him. He took that opportunity to force his thickness into her mouth. "If you fuckin' bite me, I will hit you in the fuckin' throat." His voice is so soft, I can barely hear him. I can tell by how she becomes really still that she hears every word. With hot tears coursing down her face, she wraps her thin pink lips around the head of his shaft.
After a few pitiful sucks, he yanks his dick out of her mouth. "That is exactly why I fuck Baby in your bed, you stupid cunt. You don't even know how to suck a dick right. I don't know what the fuck I married you for anyway." My lover stares down at her with such unbridled hate and disgust that I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. I can see in her eyes that she is starting to go dead inside with every word, every movement.
"Baby, Daddy wants you to show this sorry excuse of a wife how to properly suck my dick." Daddy walks around to where I am still playing with my clitoris. With a grab of his hand to the back of my head, I am on my knees and taking all of his considerable length into my mouth. I feel the thickness expand my throat, but I know better than to gag. Daddy shoves himself brutally into my mouth, fucking my face as if it is well-lubed vagina. I look up into his face and see that he is staring at his wife. I can tell that he is contemplating what atrocities he will do to her next. At that moment, I am very glad that I am not his wife.