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Chapter 47: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 47: - Charlotte - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
Harry had slapped me, but it had always been light, you know. Almost playful. Ben was not playful. He wanted me to know that he was the master, and I was the slave. And I fucking loved it. I had no idea that I would react that way except for the excitement I experienced when I had seen his video.
I did not even hate it when he called me stupid. When he did it, it just seemed right. I did feel like a brainless cunt in his hands. Those hands! They were strong, powerful, commanding. I just loved the way he grabbed me and pushed me around. I was not sure what I was becoming. It’s funny that I lost all control with Ben. I gave everything over to him. I didn’t even give Harry that kind of power.
I have been thinking so much lately. My brain has been working overtime to get the things I want. For this one day, I decided to just let someone else have control. Ben would be my master for today. It felt freeing to let him tell me what to do. He promised not to hurt me, and Carl was here, so what the fuck. Today, I would not think. I would just suck and get fucked, and be a good little sex slave. Whatever Ben wanted was what I wanted.
He jammed my head down, flattening my face into his stomach. His cock went all the way down my throat as he fucked my face with short hard thrusts. He dominated me in that position. I could do nothing but take his cock and wait for him to let me breath.
When he did, he yanked my head off him with a flourish and I gasped for breath. He slapped my face and told me what a dumb bitch I was. That just made me want his cock more. I tried to get it back in my mouth, but he held my head away until I was whining for it.
He spit on my face a bunch of times and rubbed it all over, smearing my makeup. I must have looked like a wreck, but I didn’t care. At that point, all I wanted was cock. My pussy was gushing. I wanted him to fuck me so badly. To have this weird, dirty old man’s big nasty cock inside me was such an incredibly hot idea. I don’t think I had ever been so ready to get fucked.
Ben pulled me to my feet and led me to the bar by my leash. He unfasted my handcuffs and stripped me of my dress. He lifted me roughly up onto a padded bar stool with a slanted back. I was now on my back hanging on that chair, and he pulled my legs up, making me hold them spread out in the air. My head was resting against the bar, so I could look around the room. Carl was there in a chair rubbing his cock. My baby never changes.
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