Reclaiming His Balls
Part 9 of 9
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Let's take a look back. This is how things are for our heroes as their story ends.
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Sassy
She got on top of Ted's body, riding him like a horse in a rodeo. Her elegant white lace lingerie made her look like a sexy princess. He caressed her breasts. Belly. Face. Hips.
"Ohhhhhh... ohhhhhh..."
she moaned as she rose and fell.
Ted reached down and massaged her clit. He pushed her to the edge, then removed his hand and refused to let it happen.
"Let me cum, Daddy,"
Sassy groaned at last.
"I need it. I need to cum."
"Not yet, little girl. Not yet,"
he replied.
They'd done this many times. Both knew exactly what would happen next. Ted would make Sassy excited enough to beg him for relief. But he wouldn't give it to her. Instead, he'd force her to get into a different position and start all over. Maybe they'd do it doggy style. Or in the lotus. All that was certain was he'd delay Sassy's orgasm so many times that when he finally allowed it, she'd have a climax measured on the Richter scale.
What did he decide this time? Ted pulled Sassy down until she was on his chest. Then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled over until they were in the missionary position. Sassy loved feeling the weight of Ted's body on top of her. She loved running her hands over the hard muscles of his back as he drove her crazy with desire.
She loved the decisive way he "forced" her to do everything exactly the way he demanded, acting as though she couldn't possibly want to do anything differently. Of course, that was usually true. She loved it when Ted took complete control. It went beyond pleasure and powerful orgasms. He made her feel safe and loved. Desired.
At length, Ted could tell Sassy was about to climax, so he stopped holding back and allowed his orgasm to begin. Sassy loved how it felt when his cock began to throb and fill her with thick, wet warmth. It triggered Sassy's climax, and they both felt it when her pussy began to squeeze his cock over and over, milking every drop of his seed.
It wasn't a simultaneous orgasm, but it was very close. Ted and Sassy were so in sync with each other physically that their orgasms overlapped almost every time they had sex. Ted remained on top of her, enjoying the sensual closeness that always overwhelmed them after they made love.
"Thank you, Daddy. That was very nice,"
Sassy whispered, enjoying their little game where she pretended to be young and innocent.
"You're welcome, little girl,"
Ted answered, knowing he was lucky to enjoy such an intimate relationship with such a loving, sexy woman. He held Sassy in his arms, making sure she understood how much he cared for her.
Ted regularly worried that Sassy would get tired of being the "other woman" and demand he divorce Michelle. If she ever did that, Ted was prepared to end his marriage. But she regularly reassured him that she was happy with their arrangement.
"You give me everything I need," she told him. "Don't think that anything has to change. Maybe someday. Not today."
Sassy knew Ted was married when she initiated their romance. In the beginning, she thought that meant he'd eventually either leave his wife or end their affair. But as the months turned into years, Sassy saw a lot of advantages to having a married boyfriend. She got the very best of Ted, and Michelle got the rest.
He found lots of ways to express his appreciation for her willingness to let him remain married. It meant his son Henry could grow up in the same house as his mother and father.
At first, Sassy assumed Ted was in a sexless marriage. His amorous appetite was always so ravenous that it was easy to imagine Sassy was the only woman satisfying his needs. But over time she realized that Ted and Michelle must still be on intimate terms.
By the time she figured this out, Sassy decided she didn't care. It was impossible to feel jealous of Michelle. Instead, she felt pity.
Although Sassy didn't know all the details, she understood that Michelle did something especially hurtful when she cheated. It had to be awful for Michelle to understand that she'd wrecked a marriage to a wonderful man. She was surely wracked with guilt and regret. If they were still having sex, Sassy hoped they both enjoyed it. Maybe it provided a small consolation for what they both lost when Michelle did the dumbest thing a woman could ever do.
Ted was devoted to Sassy. It was enough.
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Michelle
That night Michelle donned some lingerie that Ted particularly enjoyed. It was a mesh catsuit with a big opening in the crotch, allowing her to have sex without removing the garment. She looked fabulous. The fishnet emphasized her feminine curves without concealing any part of her body. It was like being naked, but better. It made Michelle feel like a trashy whore.
"Spread your legs. Wider,"
Ted ordered. She obediently opened her legs as far as they could go. She braced herself for the onslaught of sensations that she knew she'd feel when Ted began to lick, suck and nibble her delicate inner folds.
He put his hands under the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pussy into position. He bit the tender flesh of her inner thighs, causing her to gasp and wince as she felt little stabs of pain from each bite. She felt her pussy getting warm as Ted got closer and closer. The room began to smell like sex, and Ted looked forward to his first taste of her wet, fragrant flesh.
Michelle had learned that it was liberating to be dominated by Ted. She never had to take any responsibility for anything. Michelle just did as she was told, leaving all the decisions to her husband, who never asked her for consent in or out of the bedroom. She even liked it when he was rough with her, or when he got her all excited and then abruptly stopped her from cumming.
Being a fucktoy was fun. She'd never been so excited or so satisfied.
Ted and Michelle had sex at least twice a day, but on this night he ate her pussy like a man who'd been starved for sex for so long that he could barely control his appetite. Michelle never knew what he'd do. Would he slip his fingers inside her? Suck and lick her clit? Use his tongue on her sensitive little anus? She knew he expected total obedience, and she always gave it. Always. They had no safeword. Consent was irrelevant.
He licked and sucked, gave Michelle her first orgasm, then paused so she could recover. He gently slid his dick inside her, in and out, the way she liked it. Soon, she climaxed again.
By this time Ted's cock ached. He needed relief. He sat up in bed and pulled Michelle over his lap until her face was right above his hard cock. She knew he wanted her to suck him. Without being asked, Michelle sucked his cock into her throat. She was proud that she'd mastered deepthroat.
His cock tasted like her pussy. That used to disgust her. Now, she loved it.
Michelle's head went up and down, up and down. She sensed as he got close. Soon, he began to climax. When that happened Ted pulled his cock from her mouth and sprayed Michelle's face with his cum. He didn't give her facials often, preferring to shoot into her pussy, mouth, or ass. It was something he demanded so infrequently that Michelle found herself wishing it happened more often.
"Lie down. On your back,"
he said. Michelle put her head on the pillow and remained motionless as Ted used a finger to scoop up the globs of cum on her face and put them in her mouth. She sucked his finger clean over and over, pretending she was a whore servicing a client with a very specific kink. She loved how it felt to be used in such dirty, disgusting ways.
"Thank you,"
she said when Ted finished.
"You're welcome,"