“Come here, slave, and light my cigarette.”
I move over to the girl and do as I’m told.
“And get us some more beer. This party is just getting started. Right guys?”
Yes it was getting started. Visions of uncertainty filled my head. However, at the same time, my pussy was throbbing with excitement. I bring back the beers and deliver one to my husband, Tom, my son, Mitch, and my son’s new girlfriend, Alicia.
I had become accustomed to serving my husband. I had been doing that now for almost twenty years. Somewhere along the way, I should have known better. I had even asked my Mom for advice and she told me I should do whatever makes my husband happy. So I learned to accept the position that my husband put me in. A position of servitude to him, and total sexual submissiveness.
I was a virgin on our wedding night, and my new husband wasted no time changing that fact. I was so young and naïve and he was older than I was. I knew my only chance in the world was to find a man to take care of me and provide for me as my Father did for my Mother and me. I just never had any idea the price I would pay.
But to be honest, I did learn to enjoy myself. Only on a few occasions did Tom’s punishments seem a bit harsh and truly painful. Nevertheless, they were important lessons and I learned never to disappoint him. I’m sure some people would tell me my husband was abusive to me and in some way that may be true. On my second day of marriage, I ended up with my arms tied to the headboard while he whipped my ass with his leather belt, all because I wouldn’t give him a blow job. And I learned, because I have never refused to suck him off since.
Then came the night where he decided I should submit to our son. He had told me, and I said I didn’t want to do it. I was surprised and relieved when he didn’t punish me for refusing his request. Little did I know I wasn’t.
The following week he had tied me naked to a table in the basement, something that he had done before when he was in that type of mood. He had gagged me with a ball gag, which was smart on his part. As soon as I saw our son enter the room with my husband I began to yell and scream, or at least as best as I could.
My husband talked with my son about me as if I weren’t even there. I was so embarrassed and humiliated. I stopped trying to scream my objections and just lay there with tears rolling from my eyes. They both felt me up, my stomach turning when my son touched me. My husband took great joy in showing our son how to get me turned on, which to my further embarrassment I did.
“ Let me show you how she likes it,” Tom told Mitch.
He then pulled his pants down and stroked himself a couple of times to make sure he was hard enough to enter me, and then he did. He shoved himself into me, aided by the wetness their manipulations of my body produced.
“Pinch her nipples while I fuck her. She loves that,” my husband tells our son.
Mitch does and my mind is a muddle of confusion as tears roll down my face. All the while my nipples are getting harder from my son’s attention and my pussy is wrapped tight around my husband’s cock.
“The good thing about having a sex slave is you never have to worry about pleasing them, only yourself,” my husband explains, “You can just climb on and fuck them and get off when you are ready to. Like this.”
Tom fucks me hard and fast for several moments. Mitch watches intently while still pinching and mauling my tits. Soon my husband shoves his cock deep in me and I feel him let loose his load of cum deep in my cunt. The stimulation is too much and I cum too, tears steadily streaming down my cheeks as my husband climbs off of me.
“Tell you what. I can’t see having you go up to your room to jerk off. Why not do it here. Climb up over her and jerk off on her tits. Let her see what she’ll be getting soon,” Tom tells our son.
I began to moan ‘no’ into the ball gag as Mitch pulls his pants off. He quickly climbs up and straddles my waist. I can feel his hairy balls on my stomach and as they start to move, my husband lifts my head up.
“You keep your eyes open and watch him. You know better than to disappoint me,” he says.
I do watch with eyes filled with more tears. He doesn’t take long and with his father’s encouragement, he empties his cum filled balls, the first shot landing on my face and the rest covering my neck and tits.
“That’s enough for tonight. You better head off to bed,” Tom says.
Once Mitch is gone, Tom explains that I will submit to our son and I had better learn to like it. To make his point, he removes me from the table, ties me to a wall, and whips my ass but good, to demonstrate his disappointment in me.
Two days later I’m back tied to the table and still gagged. This time my son comes down and he and his father both shed their clothes. They start to feel me up and the attention does arouse me.
“Okay, boy. Let’s get this done,” Tom says.
I’m surprised at how fast my son is soon between my legs, tied spread open for him. My gagged screams and pleads are no use as I feel my son’s cock enter the place he was borne from. I cry uncontrollably as my son slides his cock all the way into me. He doesn’t last long and soon he is shuddering as I feel his hot cum filling me. He climbs off and stands triumphant next to me.
“Not bad for a first time,” Tom says, “Now let me show you the proper way to get cleaned up after slut fucking.”
Tom unties the straps that were holding me down. My arms are still fastened to a chain around my waist and he lifts me from the table.
“On your knees, bitch,” he orders as he pushes me down.
I have no choice but to go down to mt knees for fear of falling flat on my face. My gag is removed before my husband gives me my instructions.
