Part 2: My Wife and I Fuck The Innocence Out Of Our Neighborhood Sex Slave. (Part 1: Our Neighborhood Slave Sucks My Husband Off As I Watch.)
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I felt lightheaded. Aria had made me cum so hard for the first time in a long time. When Laila and I were out for an evening stroll in our gated neighborhood, I saw Aria for the first time. I knew a rich family of 3 had moved into the house across from us but I wasn't home to see who they were. I was mid conversation with my wife when I saw Aria sitting on the park bench, her nose deep into a book. She was wearing a pair of nerdy glasses and a short pink skirt. You could tell she was from a prim and proper family.
"Her? Really Rafael? You're off your game sir" Laila said questioningly as she followed my gaze to Aria. But now as I sit here, my body limp from cumming so hard down Aria's tight throat, I see from my wife's face that I proved her wrong. I watched in amazement as Aria not only swallowed all of my cum, but was hungry to please my wife too. I didn't see that coming, no pun intended.
"Did I do a good job, masters?" she asks pleadingly, her eyes pouting at us. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how good her innocent little body made us hungry for more. "You think that's all it takes? You're a little slut. Our little slave. You think you can get away with a mediocre blow job and think we'll let you go?" I peered over at Laila, who had a cunning grin on her face as she bit her finger. That's why she was my wife - she was a little devil.
I got up and walked over to the door across the room, stopping by the little table beside it. I opened the drawer and pulled out our secret key. I looked at Aria from my peripheral, giving her a little side eye. I wanted to see her reaction as we opened the door to "The Room." Her little head gawked to the side with curiosity. I could hear Laila getting off the couch. *Click* The key latched in place and the lock released. I put my hand on the door knob and without looking back, rolled my shoulders back, stood tall and proclaimed: "Laila, it's time."
Laila came up to the table, grabbed the blindfold, and walked over confidently to Aria who was still on her knees, covered in the proof of what we did to her mouth. She aggressively wrapped the blindfold tight around Aria's eyes. Aria's hands instinctively moved up to her eyes. "You don't move until we give you permission to!" Laila ordered. "I'm sorry ma'am. I won't do it again. Do I have permission to stand up?"
She didn't need to stand up. Laila grabbed her hand and yanked her. If Aria wanted to stand she could but Laila was ready to drag her used body into the room. Hearing Aria squeal as her skin was being dragged across the carpet was gratifying. She was a good little slave, I won't lie. I knew we'd be able to do whatever we wanted to her. Her parents were in politics - keeping up outside appearances was vital for their career. Aria was no exception. She was about to start her academic career in a prestigious university, join a reputable sorority, with a dream to follow in her parent's footsteps. But here's the catch, and I would know from experience; the more clean and high-class people looked on the outside, the filthier they were on the inside. It was a cover, a mask. I knew the instant I saw her perfect little face, she was the one. The air around her begged for domination and degradation. Who was I not to answer her plea? We built "The Room" by ourselves, Laila and I. We didn't want anyone knowing of its existence. It would forever remain our secret, along with the slaves we tied inside.
I watched, leaning against the table lined neatly with our sex, BDSM, and torture toys; as Laila slumped Aria's body on the chair at the front of the room. When Aria curiously peeked into the room as I opened the door, all she was allowed to see was the chair she'd be tied up in and the dark, deep, maroon walls with dim lighting. She got a taste of what was coming. Aria didn't say a word but the nervousness was obvious as her lip's quivered. "Put your hands on the arm rest and spread your legs like a good little girl," Laila ordered. I watched excitedly as Laila tied Aria's wrists and ankles to the chair with leather straps. I got a little visual of Aria's manicured pussy, her wetness already lining the fabric of the chair. I was grinding my teeth, hungry to get started.