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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. This is a mean story with breeding kink. Strictly fantasy.
"Ohhhh -- I love watching you stretch her out," Francesca purred.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel her anus gaping open. Then John pushed his cock into her again in an inexorable thrust.
It hurt. Burned. Francesca hadn't given her enough lube when she dribbled the oil into her crack. And they made sure to only give Rachel little, slim plugs, to remind her that there was something in her bottom. To stop John's come from leaking out. But nothing hardly bigger than a finger. Her husband's penis should be the biggest thing to take her back there, they told her. He would be the only one to stretch her bottom hole. He availed himself of that privilege once a week, on Sunday.
Sundays were for rituals and service and worship. The ritualized punishment Rachel received upon her body. She serviced her husband and his lover -- bathing their bodies with her mouth and breasts. Preparing the three meals of the day for them, and kneeling between them on the floor while they ate. And she worshiped her husband's cock, and whichever strap-on dildo Francesco chose to don to command Rachel's body with. She revered their cocks, the flesh and silicone. On Sundays, she didn't meet anyone's eyes; she kept her gaze lowered, or fixed on their rods.
The rest of the week, John used her mouth. On Sundays, she got his cock in her ass.
There was a time, early on in their relationship with Francesca, when Rachel dreaded Sundays. She hated being taken anally. It was shameful and it hurt.
Now, she lived for her Sunday fucking. Craved having John's cock inside her body besides her mouth and throat, gliding in and out, filling her so deep. So close to her forlorn, empty pussy, which belonged to Francesca. Depending on how he fucked her, she might even feel his balls swinging against her sex.
Rachel wasn't getting her husband's cock in her pussy anytime soon, they had told her. Not until they were going to breed her and were ready to start a family. She would be tied down for it, hooded and gagged, and she wasn't going to be allowed to come. Rachel's pussy, of course, was owned by Francesca, and she had decreed that John's use of it was strictly for mating purposes. Only John's climax was required for reproduction; Rachel's orgasms had no such purpose. So when the time came that Rachel would get to have her husband's cock in her pussy again, Francesca had informed her, Francesca would be monitoring her carefully to make sure she didn't come from it.
Rachel thought a lot about having John fuck her again there. She dreamed about it, fantasized about it, lived off of and aroused herself with the memories of times past. The time before Francesca came into their lives. She imagined being tied spread-eagle to her marital bed, wearing the restrictive hood. She thought about how she would be begging feebly through the leather hood and drooling around the gag in her mouth. Thought about not being able to see her husband's face as he finally, finally, finally put his cock in her pussy again and impregnated her.
She prayed she didn't get pregnant right away.
Rachel clenched the sheets in her hands. Trying to hold onto anything as her husband increased the rhythm and began to fuck her harder. Rougher. Snapping his hips forward with powerful thrusts. Owning her bottom hole.
"God," Francesca moaned. "I want to fuck her there too. It looks so much tighter."
"It is," John grunted. "This hole's mine, darling. You wanted the other one, remember?"
Francesca pouted. She reached down to stroke Rachel's labia with a finger. Pushed her finger into Rachel's cunt.
"You're right," Francesca said. "I don't want to share this hole. Greedy slut gets so many different toys in it, after all."
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BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. This is a mean story with breeding kink. Strictly fantasy.
"Ohhhh -- I love watching you stretch her out," Francesca purred.
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel her anus gaping open. Then John pushed his cock into her again in an inexorable thrust.
It hurt. Burned. Francesca hadn't given her enough lube when she dribbled the oil into her crack. And they made sure to only give Rachel little, slim plugs, to remind her that there was something in her bottom. To stop John's come from leaking out. But nothing hardly bigger than a finger. Her husband's penis should be the biggest thing to take her back there, they told her. He would be the only one to stretch her bottom hole. He availed himself of that privilege once a week, on Sunday.
Sundays were for rituals and service and worship. The ritualized punishment Rachel received upon her body. She serviced her husband and his lover -- bathing their bodies with her mouth and breasts. Preparing the three meals of the day for them, and kneeling between them on the floor while they ate. And she worshiped her husband's cock, and whichever strap-on dildo Francesco chose to don to command Rachel's body with. She revered their cocks, the flesh and silicone. On Sundays, she didn't meet anyone's eyes; she kept her gaze lowered, or fixed on their rods.
The rest of the week, John used her mouth. On Sundays, she got his cock in her ass.
There was a time, early on in their relationship with Francesca, when Rachel dreaded Sundays. She hated being taken anally. It was shameful and it hurt.
Now, she lived for her Sunday fucking. Craved having John's cock inside her body besides her mouth and throat, gliding in and out, filling her so deep. So close to her forlorn, empty pussy, which belonged to Francesca. Depending on how he fucked her, she might even feel his balls swinging against her sex.
Rachel wasn't getting her husband's cock in her pussy anytime soon, they had told her. Not until they were going to breed her and were ready to start a family. She would be tied down for it, hooded and gagged, and she wasn't going to be allowed to come. Rachel's pussy, of course, was owned by Francesca, and she had decreed that John's use of it was strictly for mating purposes. Only John's climax was required for reproduction; Rachel's orgasms had no such purpose. So when the time came that Rachel would get to have her husband's cock in her pussy again, Francesca had informed her, Francesca would be monitoring her carefully to make sure she didn't come from it.
Rachel thought a lot about having John fuck her again there. She dreamed about it, fantasized about it, lived off of and aroused herself with the memories of times past. The time before Francesca came into their lives. She imagined being tied spread-eagle to her marital bed, wearing the restrictive hood. She thought about how she would be begging feebly through the leather hood and drooling around the gag in her mouth. Thought about not being able to see her husband's face as he finally, finally, finally put his cock in her pussy again and impregnated her.
She prayed she didn't get pregnant right away.
Rachel clenched the sheets in her hands. Trying to hold onto anything as her husband increased the rhythm and began to fuck her harder. Rougher. Snapping his hips forward with powerful thrusts. Owning her bottom hole.
"God," Francesca moaned. "I want to fuck her there too. It looks so much tighter."
"It is," John grunted. "This hole's mine, darling. You wanted the other one, remember?"
Francesca pouted. She reached down to stroke Rachel's labia with a finger. Pushed her finger into Rachel's cunt.
"You're right," Francesca said. "I don't want to share this hole. Greedy slut gets so many different toys in it, after all."