Hotwife | Submission

Pleasure Shared!

Lucas orchestrates his hotwife’s participation in a scene with several men

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Marcia stood with hands behind her back, and legs spread shoulder-width apart. It was not necessary to lower her gaze, as a blindfold hugged her eyes. It didn’t, however, muffle the sound of approaching footsteps. The men were wearing shoes! She hadn’t expected that, dressed as she was in a skimpy bikini of black leather and stockings, as prescribed by her Master. A prickle of apprehension crept over her, twinned with a cringe of humiliation.

Lucas was so proud of her. Proud that she was going ahead with this fantasy. Proud that she’d so bravely stripped to almost nothing in front of these strangers. Proud that someone so perfect was his.

“OK guys, be gentle,” he said.

His voice, coming from her left she’d hazard, centered her. The knot of anxiety which had nestled, heavy in her stomach, unfurled.

She was pleasing him, she heard it in his tone, and his approval straightened her back, tightened her nipples, and teased tendrils of arousal at the junction of her thighs. The heat within her began to build, even as goosebumps sprang on her naked flesh.

But gentle was not what she craved. Displaying herself in front of this gathering of men, she wanted them to use her, treat her like a sex doll, making her feel objectified, a tool for their satisfaction.

She skimmed her dainty hands up the smooth flesh of her stomach & ribs. Her nails dragged red stripes of abuse en route to the triangles of leather that sheathed her ample breasts. She cupped and grasped them — offering the fleshy orbs to the men she sensed gathering around her. Like a burlesque act, Marcia squeezed her nipples, moaning with desire in response to the jolts of hot discomfort.

Lucas knew that he alone could give Marcia what she needed; loving pain, controlled roughness, and raw animalistic passion. Their safe word allowed them to explore boundaries that no one else present could come close to. So, while the other men succumbed to the offer of her needy breasts, Lucas eased her legs apart and dug his nails into the soft flesh at the back of her thighs.

Marcia let her head drop back, loosening the ties of her blindfold to discard it. Eyes closed, she soaked up the sensations, an army of pinching, twisting fingertips and biting, sucking mouths. She’d proudly bear their marks, bruises, pinches, even red arched dents from sharp teeth. Her growing arousal and endurance of their brutality to her body served to demonstrate the intensity of her devotion to her Master.

She felt her legs forced apart by unseen hands. The fleshy lips of her pussy pouted behind the sheath of leather, moist and glistening with eager arousal. Spikes of pleasure raced from her abused nipples direct to her pouting clitoris, while the blood drummed in her veins.

The men were fully aroused, and Lucas’ ears were filled with the sounds of hungry slurping, kissing, slapping and moaning. The frenzy had begun, and his fingers detected her heat and wetness. The thin leather between his skin and hers seemed to amplify his touch. Electrified by that brief fingertip brush, she arched her back while her mouth fell open — a purple-rimmed maw serving as a target for the crowding cocks.

Marcia was pliable, she allowed the army of male hands to ease her to the floor. Her hair was grasped and tugged, holding her in place for a face-fucking. Her arms were pinned down, and the men pawed her succulent flesh, scrambling over her in search of pleasure from every erogenous zone.

A swollen column of warm flesh was pressed past her lips. Her sharp intake of breath drew the earthy musk of the invading cock past her nostrils, while the slight salt of pre-cum smeared her tongue. Her lips stretched to accommodate its girth, and she relaxed her throat while the first male pumped in and out. Marcia gagged when the tip of the cock bumped the back of her throat. Soon tears tracked her cheeks, and saliva dripped onto her chest.

Too much? Lucas wondered when he saw those tears, until his eyes met hers brimming with lustful abandon. The men stripped her of the skimpy material, encasing her most private parts. They spread her shiny pinkness for him with their thick fingers, and he got to his knees and feasted.

That familiar, smooth flavor met his tongue, which delved as deeply as it could go. He looked up, barely able to see her face above the twin mounds of her breasts. His girl, his Marcia, now pored over by foreign hands, tasted by ravenous mouths, prepared for penetration by greedy cocks.

Awaiting their turn to fuck her talented mouth. Men fisted their cocks in readiness. Marcia could imagine the sight she presented, spread out and wanton. She celebrated her abandon, feeling eager for every hole to be filled.

Lucas’ familiar touch grounded her, and she squirmed as the tip of his tongue penetrated her folds. When they locked eyes, it did something to her, squeezing her heart with desire and trust.

“OK gentlemen, turn her over. You’re going to love her ass. Isn’t that a magnificent, tight little hole?”

Again, the men descended on her. Lucas couldn’t help but smile when she twisted at the waist and bent one leg to give them access to her cunt and breasts again. Insatiable. Every single hole was now being used, but her admirers were holding back, waiting for her owner to make the next move.

Marcia had come so many times, her engorged pussy was a vivid slash of pink. Her current lover withdrew his member to aim spurts of white ejaculate that decorated her tits. Her make-up, so carefully applied when she had entered the room, was wrecked. Purple lipstick smeared her mouth and smudged her cheeks, testament that she’d been slapped with many of the cocks she had sucked. Mascara and eyeliner tracked her face, yet she felt beautiful, knowing she was desired and worshiped by many while still loved and owned by one.

While surfing a wave of pulsing orgasms, flutters of yearning still throbbed at her core. She pushed back eagerly at the guy who was reaming her from behind. The entourage of males took up new positions, subtly orchestrated by Lucas.

He was ready, having watched these strangers have free use of his toy in every way imaginable. Marcia’s energy appeared to be fading, yet still she shared pleasure with one more hard dick. Lucas crouched and kissed her, tongue dancing with tongue, their bond that remained unbroken.

He gave a nod to the assembled group. Marcia was picked up and set down on her back. Strong hands pinned her wrists above her head and spread her legs wide. Open and fully exposed for him.

She’d been used in the best way. Stretched and captive in their rough grip, released her to be ravaged by Lucas. As he leaned in close, she detected notes of his amber aftershave, which signified home. His eyes, darkened by lust, still made her stomach flip. Now the army of handsome men would witness Marcia giving herself to her Master.

She longed for his tumescent cock, but he teased her, rubbing her humming clit with its glossy tip, but she cried out with frustration.

“Fuck me, deep and hard Master. I need it, I want it!”

He loved to hear her beg, but she wasn’t faking her half-crazed urgency for him to ride her hard, as though taking him inside her could re-energize and electrify her body. Lucas accepted her submission with adulation, care and gratitude. He slid in slowly — keen to savor every centimeter of claiming. Once the root of his cock grazed her clit, he remained buried there until he could no longer resist the pulse of desire.

Their magical connection seemed to cause the other men to disappear. Alone in the room, Marcia visualized herself held open by phantom hands. Lucas lost himself to that stupefying clutch around his cock, which commanded his senses. All focus, all feeling, narrowed down to the throbbing tip of him, and with a triumphant roar he conquered his love.

Marcia’s legs encircled his hips, drawing Lucas in as deep as their bodies allowed. She yearned to swallow him whole, to forever experience these orgasmic waves and ripples. Her purpose was to embrace his hardness and strength with her silken and pliability. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and she knew this was what she needed, like oxygen. No matter what Lucas asked of her, she would always acquiesce while wanting more.

An image by oh_tom_starling inspired this collaboration with my co-writer Starcross @LoveLustLondon. Tom’s Twitter account is gone, but he gave me permission to use this image to accompany our story. Starcross was a joy to work with, sharing his superior knowledge of the D/s scene and creative skill.

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