The Obedient Bride

THE OBEDIENT BRIDE

Demanding husband pushes his much younger teen bride's sexual limits, molding her into the hot wife he desires.

Alex watched his willowy young bride begin to dry herself after stepping out of the shower. She stood in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom, knowing that he liked to watch her as she stood naked in front of him. She was quickly learning what pleased her new husband.

He watched her as she wrapped her long strawberry blonde hair in one towel and then continued drying herself with another. Only having been married for a few months he remained captivated by her nubile young body.

At nineteen years old, she was half his age and her body was lithe, creamy white and unblemished. She had the body of a ballerina and he never tired of watching her.

Alex found the expression on his new bride's flawless face puzzling. It was enigmatic at best. She was like the Mona Lisa he thought, as he continued to scrutinize her closely, she was inscrutable, unfathomable.

Her thin reserved smile revealed nothing of what she was thinking, and more importantly, what she was feeling. That was one of the things about his young wife that both fascinated and excited him most. The first time he took her, he had discovered that there was passion beneath her placid façade.

Unlike most pretty young women, she wasn't a giddy, bubbly chatterbox who constantly babbled about nothing. She didn't seem to feel the need to express an opinion on every subject. She didn't have the urge to tell you everything she thought.

And unlike other attractive teen girls she wasn't all 'Me! Me! Me!'. Misty was reserved, she kept her own counsel. She was serene in her quiet reserve. She was mature beyond her years. That was also one of the things that most attracted Alex to his much younger wife Melissa.

But the thing that most attracted Alex to Misty, as she preferred to be called, was something he recognized in her the first time they met. Behind her inscrutable quiet façade she was pliable, compliant, submissive.

Alex immediately recognized that he would easily be able to bend Misty to his will. He saw that he could fashion her into his version of the perfect obedient wife, a hot wife. With just a little effort on his part, she would do whatever he demanded. She would then become the vessel through which he could live out his wildest most uninhibited sexual fantasies.

Alex continued to watch Misty as she prepared herself for the evening. He was sitting in the high backed leather easy chair in the corner of their bedroom with his feet up on the matching ottoman as he scrutinized her every move.

Having finished drying herself, she was sitting at the old fashioned dressing table he had bought for her at a vintage furniture store downtown. It seemed perfect for Misty when he saw it. It was the same type of dressing table you might find backstage at a theater or at a strip club.

It was the kind of dressing table at which actresses and showgirls sat as they primped in front of a mirror in advance of their performances. It was white and ringed by bright bare lightbulbs.

Alex could imagine the glamourous performers combing out their hair and applying their makeup in front of brightly lit mirrors like these, preparing to strut their stuff for an audience.

Misty's face was glowing as she tried to make herself beautiful for her new husband and his mystery guest who would be arriving soon. Like the actresses and dancers who had used the dressing table before her, she too would be performing for her own audience very soon.

Glancing into the mirror, Misty saw her husband watching her. She felt a chill run through her body. It wasn't a casual stare he was giving her. Her husband was leering at her in an unnerving sort of way. There was lust in his eyes and she wondered if it portended how the rest of the night would unfold.

It was the same lust she had seen in his eyes the first time she disrobed for him, offering him her young body. He had demanded that she make a show of slowly, very slowly, stripping naked in front of him on their wedding night. She had done so willingly, without giving it a second thought.

Misty had been, and continued to be, helpless to resist her older husband's raw animal magnetism. She had been so excited that a rich and handsome man twice her age had shown any interest in her at all that she felt compelled to surrender to his desires, to his every whim.

She had always been self-conscious because she was tall, lanky and small breasted. Although she knew she was pretty, she was not movie star or cover girl beautiful by any stretch of the imagination.

And that's why she felt so lucky as she stared into the mirror again, looking at the reflection of her ruggedly handsome husband with his curly black hair and dark penetrating eyes that seemed to look right through her.

She and he were a study in contrasts. He with his swarthy complexion and barrel chest covered in black curly hair and she a willowy blue eyed strawberry blonde with long wavy hair that cascaded down to the top of her perky alabaster breasts.

The only thing they seemed to share in common was their height. At five foot eleven she was nearly as tall as her six foot husband. But his body was muscled and sturdy. Misty's body was sleek, with long slender legs that went all the way up her pert pear-shaped ass.

Misty always felt physically diminutive when she was near her husband. At one hundred fifteen pounds she was less than half his weight. She always felt small, weak and helpless in his presence. And it excited her.

As Alex stared back at his young wife's angelic doe-eyed face they briefly made eye contact in the mirror before she turned away blushing. But not even in that fraction of a second did her face betray what she was thinking or feeling.

It was the Mona Lisa staring back at Alex again. Beautiful but enigmatically mysterious as always. The more he watched her sphinxlike expression the more aroused he became, just as he always did.

Alex continued to quietly watch his attractive young wife as she slowly did her eyelashes in the brightly lit mirror. He had been silently watching her since she got out of the shower. She had stepped into the bedroom to dry herself knowing he would want to watch. And he knew she had done so just for him.

Misty pretended not to see him sitting across the room from her. She knew that would appeal to his voyeuristic instincts. She had slowly dried her body, making a show of caressing her breasts, then her backside and then her pussy with the soft bath towel.

She had turned sideways as she gently and sensuously rubbed her body with the towel. Misty purposefully kept her head turned away from Alex, allowing him to play the unseen voyeur.

In the brief time they had been married, she had learned to avoid her instinctive impulse to look back over her shoulder at her husband, acknowledging his presence. She knew his eyes never strayed from her anyway.

Pretending not to see him watching her was one of the less troublesome things he had conditioned her to do in the few months they had been married. There were other things she had learned to do for him that had taken longer and had only been achieved once she finally capitulated under her domineering husband's constant and intense pressure.

Alex's eyes followed his teenage bride's slender finger's as she put the eyeliner brush back in the bottle and placed it on the counter. He caught her looking up out of the corner of her eye. Had he seen a flash of fear, perhaps apprehension, in her eyes briefly? The moment had been so fleeting, he could not be sure.

For his part, Alex had learned that watching Misty's face, trying to catch her reaction, was usually a waste of time, but a pleasurable one, nonetheless. There were other 'tells' as a poker player would say. At the moment he could tell that she was aroused as she sat at the dressing table contemplating the rest of the evening.

There was a puddle of her sex juices on the padded bench beneath her. Even if he had not been able to see it, he could smell her body's musky perfume from across the room.

Looking up, Alex's eyes were drawn to Misty's youthful perky breasts. They weren't particularly large but they were well-proportioned for her willowy body. He watched as her petite breasts swelled in and out and her sexual anxiety grew.

Misty's delicate nipples were another 'tell' that she was aroused. Like her breasts, her areolas and nipples were petite. Though small, they were a vibrant reddish color like her lips. Her tiny areolas were the size of quarters and her aroused nipples were pebbled with desire, looking like large ripe red raspberries.

Like her pebbled nipples, Misty's flawless white skin was studded with goosebumps, another sign that she was growing increasingly aroused.

Alex continued to watch his sexually naive young wife as she began to apply her eye shadow. Alex could see that her hands were trembling. She had to start and stop several times, not wanting to smear it when her hands involuntarily began to tremble as she thought about the rest of the evening.

"You look nervous... anxious," observed Alex casually, breaking the silence from the corner of the bedroom.

"It's that obvious?" replied Misty disappointedly in a breathless whisper. "I'm sorry! I've been trying to be sophisticated about tonight, like you told me to be."

"That's OK," replied Alex. "This is your first time. I actually prefer that you are a little agitated. Your ambivalence makes it so much more delicious. There's plenty of time for you to become jaded about it later."

"When does he arrive?" asked Misty anxiously, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. Thus far, he had discouraged her from asking too many questions. Up until that moment she had tried to act blaze about her husband's latest little surprise for her, just as he wanted.

"Not too long now. He'll probably be here in another fifteen minutes," replied Alex, checking his watch. "You've still got time to make yourself pretty for him. Don't forget the new perfume I bought you for the occasion."

"Oh yeah, that's right!" replied Misty, sounding flustered as she rummaged through the dressing table drawer looking for the unopened bottle of perfume.

After peeling the cellophane from the box and ripping it open, she sprayed the perfume on her wrists and rubbed them together, lifting one of her wrists to her nose, she took a deep whiff.

"This is lovely. Thank you," gushed Misty, looking at her husband in the mirror. "I'm sure you'll like it!"

"I'm sure I will," replied her husband. "But I'm not the one who's going to be breathing it in tonight... he is!"

"You keep saying 'he' and 'him' constantly," sulked Misty. "Do 'he' and 'him' have a name? Or is that supposed to be a big surprise too?"

"His name is Steven. Or was it Stephen? I can't remember," replied Alex nonchalantly. "At any rate, he says he prefers to be called Steve."

"Since you're going to make me sleep with him," huffed Misty, "can you at least tell me what he looks like?"

"Now THAT would be spoiling the surprise," laughed Alex.

"That's all you're going to tell me... just his name?" pouted Misty.

"Well, I can tell you this... contrary to what you just said," replied Alex sardonically, "I doubt you'll be doing much sleeping."

Misty was about to retort "HA! HA!" sarcastically when Alex's cell phone rang. He pulled it from the pocket of his long black silk robe and raised it to his ear.

"Oh, OK," said Alex. "See you in about a half hour then. Misty can't wait. I've been telling her all about you."

"Very funny!" pouted Misty as Alex put his phone away. "I'm glad YOU'RE enjoying yourself!"

"Don't you get petulant with me, my little slut!" snapped Alex, his mood suddenly darkening. "Get you sweet little ass over here!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" whimpered Misty repentantly, her voice going up an octave as she realized she had overstepped the mark.

"Too late! You need to be taught a lesson," growled her husband. "And besides, it gives me something to do while we're waiting for your new fuck toy to arrive. Or are you his new fuck toy? You know, I can't make up my mind."

"PLEASE DADDY! NO!" begged Misty as she rushed over to her husband and dropped on her knees to the floor, wrapping both her arms around his leg and rubbing her cheek against his exposed thigh. "I promise to be good, daddy! Real good!"

"Oh, so I'm your daddy now, huh?" replied her husband sarcastically.

"Please, daddy! Don't spank me!" whined Misty in her little girl voice. "I'll be so embarrassed if Steve sees my ass all red. PLEASE daddy!"

"So! You and Steve are on a first name basis now! Isn't that nice," sneered Alex. "Get your ass over my knee, you little whore! NOW!"

Whack! Whack! WHACK!

"Please DADDY! PLEASE!" shrieked Misty, sounding ten instead of nineteen. "I promise to be good!"

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

"No more, daddy!" whimpered Misty as she convulsed in tears. "I'll be a good girl! I PROMISE DADDY!"

"There now!" said Alex calmly. "You're lovely little ass has some color to it for a change. Wasn't that a good idea?"

"Yes daddy," whimpered Misty submissively.

"This will show your new boyfriend how to treat a nasty little whore like you," mocked Alex as he stroked his wife's lovely pear shaped ass.

After a couple of minutes, Alex gave his teen wife's shapely ass another gentle slap and she sank back to the floor next to him, squeezing his leg and rubbing her face into his thigh again. A few more minutes passed as they continued to wait for the stud he'd hired to fuck his young wife's brains out as he sat back and watched.

"You'd better go touch up your makeup, my little slut," ordered Alex, lightly slapping her nearest breast. "Did you lube yourself yet?"

"No, daddy! You never said to!" whimpered Misty as he could feel her body tighten. "Are you going to let him do that to me too?"

"I told him he could use you however he wanted," replied her husband indifferently. "You have such a sweet little ass. So you best be prepared. After all, who wouldn't want to fuck you lovely little ass!"

There it was! Finally a reaction. Misty had a wounded expression on her face as she looked back over her shoulder at him. She headed toward the bathroom instead of the dressing table just to spite him. Her passive-aggressive reaction left her husband smiling.

Misty slammed the door behind her once she was inside the bathroom. She knew he wanted to watch her, but she decided to lube herself and touch up her makeup in private, depriving him of the opportunity to play voyeur again. It was a small victory for her, but a victory, nonetheless.

~~~~~

Alex had laughed to himself as he watched his teen bride stomp off toward the bathroom. He had enjoyed the evening thus far and was looking forward to having a front row seat to watch the bull he had hired make his young wife squeal and moan and see stars.

Alex had observed Misty bristle every time he called her a slut or a whore so far. But by the end of the night, there was no doubt in Alex's mind that she would see herself as a slut and whore too, after learning to worship big cock and after losing whatever inhibitions she might still have.

Misty had come a long way in a short period of time, Alex reminded himself as he thought back over their brief relationship.

"DADDY!" this, "DADDY!" that. Alex had grown to enjoy having his teen bride call him daddy. Who wouldn't want to be her 'daddy', Alex thought as he smiled to himself.

Calling him 'daddy' was a bonus as far as he was concerned. It wasn't something he had encouraged her to do. It had just seemed to spring up organically from their early sex play.

It was back when she was still fighting him at every turn, making everything he wanted from her sexually into a battle, a test of wills. In that particular instance, she was struggling against giving up her ass for the first time.

"NO! NO! That's nasty! It will hurt!" she had screamed as he bent her over the edge of the same easy chair he was sitting in now, trying to spread her ass cheeks apart with his hands while also trying to push his raging cock past her tight little sphincter.

Having no success, Alex finally picked her up like a ragdoll and dropped her on his left knee as he trapped both her legs under his own right leg. Trapped, Misty instinctively knew what was coming next. Her instincts proved right as she felt and heard the first vicious slap sear into her white fleshy ass cheek.

"You vowed to 'love, honor and OBEY me!" growled Alex as his hand seared into her white fleshy ass cheek. He smacked Misty's ass again and again, making her hysterically yelp in pain.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Alex had continued to spank Misty relentlessly, driving his lesson home.

"Do as you are told, you little slut! Don't disobey me or you'll pay the price!" he growled.

"NO, DADDY! NO!" Misty had cried out hysterically as her ass cheeks began to burn and the welts began to show.

"PLEASE DADDY! I promise to be a good girl for you!" sobbed Misty hysterically as she looked back at Alex, her eyes full of tears and fear as she begged for mercy.

"Who's DADDY?" asked Alex, confused by her words.

"You're my new daddy!" whimpered Misty earnestly. "I'll be your good girl, I PROMISE, DADDY!"

"No! That's not what I meant. What I meant WAS, who WAS your old daddy?" Alex had asked suspiciously at the time. "I thought your daddy died when you were small."

"He did!" whimpered Misty at the time. "It was my step-daddy. He spanked me all the time. Whenever he got the chance. Whenever my mom wasn't home."

Alex had stopped spanking Misty for a moment then, he remembered, and became more interested in hearing the rest of his young wife's story than in inflicting any more punishment.

Looking down he saw how red he had left Misty's fleshy little ass cheeks ― and something else as well. Her sex juices were frothing from her gushing pussy.

"Is spanking you all he did?" Alex had asked suspiciously, seeing how her body was reacting. He couldn't resist sliding his index and middle finger into her pussy as she let out a lusty sigh.

"At first," sniffled Misty in an embarrassed whisper as she unconsciously spread her legs apart, inviting him to go further.

"And then ― " prodded Alex, slipping his index and middle fingers deeper into her sopping pussy as she raised her ass to meet his fingers.

"And then he ― I don't want to talk about it! Please don't make me talk about it. Please, daddy," sniveled Misty as she tightened her pussy around her husband's fingers.

"How old were you?" Alex asked as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight little hole rhythmically.

"On my eighteenth birthday," moaned Misty lustily, having anticipated what her husband's question would be. "And every day after that!"

"How long did that go on?" asked Alex as he massaged his young wife's G-spot, making her groan even louder.

"Until my mom came home one day and heard me screaming bloody murder!" squealed Misty as her ass cheeks and thighs began to tremble.

"OK?" Alex had replied, sounding, intrigued but confused as he slipped his thumb into Misty's ass, making her moan even louder. "But he had already fucked you several times already. Right?"

"Yeah, OHHH!" squealed Misty, who had grown more and more aroused.

"So why were you screaming 'bloody murder' as you said?" Alex remembered asking as he had driven his fingers into her two holes as she raised her ass to meet them.

"Because he was trying to ― FUCK MY ASS!" Misty had cried out tearfully at the time before beginning to orgasm uncontrollably. Alex remembered that her whole body quivered for some time at her admission.

A couple of minutes had passed before either of them attempted to speak again.

"That's when my mom walked in on us. That's when she kicked me out of the house," Misty finally whispered once her current orgasm began to recede.

"Because her no good husband was trying to ass fuck you?" Alex had asked incredulously.

"Yeah! That and because I was wearing the leather corset he had bought me," replied Misty sheepishly. "And the collar that said 'SLAVE' on it."

"Hmmm! I see," Alex remembered replying with a grin on his face. "So you liked being his sex slave up to that point... RIGHT? Up until he tried to ass fuck you ― that is."

"You don't UNDERSTAND!" Misty had sobbed, choking back her tears. "I didn't have a CHOICE, did I?"

"I guess not," Alex had replied soothingly, as he continued to slowly frig her ass and pussy.

Alex was shaken from his reverie as his phone began to vibrate. Pulling it from the pocket of his robe he read the message from Steve.

"Still stuck in traffic. Behind an accident. Another half hour. Sorry," read the message. "OK" replied Alex before putting his phone away.

~~~~~

Misty was shaking as she stood in front of the large mirror in the bathroom, furious that her husband wouldn't be more forthcoming about their mystery guest. The large mirror was as wide as the ten foot double-sink counter and reached all the way to the ceiling. Arrayed on the counter in front of her was everything she would need to repair her makeup.

She was red-faced and shaking again, desperately struggling to compose herself. Misty wasn't sure whether she was shaking with rage at her husband's seeming indifference or whether she was shaking in fear at what their mystery visitor would do to her.

While much of what would happen tonight was as big a secret as the identity of her mystery man, one thing was certain in her mind. He would have a huge cock and he would ravish both her pussy and ass, stretching and filling them like never before.

Although they had only been together a few months, Misty was confident she knew her husband kinks. Having another man with a huge cock fuck her as he watched was one of Alex's favorite fantasies. It was a constant topic of his pillow talk. She knew the idea excited him.

Much to Misty's chagrin, it had excited her too. Misty often orgasmed as Alex explicitly described in intricate detail just how such an encounter would play out, whispering into her ear as he either penetrated her pussy or ass himself, or used an oversized vibrator or dildo to simulate a double penetration.

Misty took several deep breaths as she slowly reapplied her makeup. Looking into her own eyes she saw the fear that lingered there. But she also saw something else. Was that excitement ― lust... that she saw in her eyes as well?

Tonight, would she just be a dutiful wife fulfilling her husband's wild fantasies, or would she be living out her own kinky dreams as well. Did she want this as much as he did? Was she actually the little slut and whore that her husband insisted that she was?

Were his fantasies her fantasies too now? At that thought a chill coursed through Misty's body, leaving her shaking like a leaf as she contemplated an even more chilling question.

Although watching another man fuck her, particularly one with a big cock, was so often the subject of her husband's pillow talk, was this just the first of many bizarre and kinky fantasies that Alex would insist that Misty live out for him tonight? He had told her about so many others.

Staring wistfully into the mirror, Misty's enigmatic reflection provided her with no answers to that burning question.

~~~~~

Misty heard the doorbell ring for a second time from the bathroom where she was still trying to gather herself for what she expected to be a long night. When the doorbell rang for the third time, followed by loud knocks, Misty called out to her husband.

"Are you going to answer the door?" yelled Misty from the bathroom.

"No. You are!" barked her husband from the bedroom. "Don't keep Steve waiting. You're the one fucking him, not me!"

Misty swung the door open, giving her husband an icy look. There she is, thought her husband smiling as he watched the look that flashed across her face.

"You won't need that," snapped her husband as she started to put on her robe. "Go greet your boy toy as you are. Better move your whoring ass!"

Misty thought about retorting to her husband's taunt but then thought better of it. Instead, she turned and headed down the hallway toward the front door.

"Trust me, you don't want to piss Steve off," called out Alex laughing. "He's not patient with slutty little whores like I am."

~~~~~

Not long after Alex heard the front door slam shut, he heard his young wife cry out in pain.

"That fucking hurt, YOU BASTARD!" yelled Misty from the great room. "Stop slapping my tits! ― Ouch, God dammit! ― Quit twisting my nipple! ― That fucking hurts!"

With each outburst from his wife, her voice drew closer until it was coming from the hallway.

"Let go of my fucking hair! ― God damn you!" squealed Misty as they neared the doorway to the bedroom.

"Please! PLEASE STOP!" wailed Misty, sobbing now, sounding like she had lost her will to fight. "Please! Please, Steve! Put me down!"

Alex looked up as Steve tromped into the bedroom with Misty's naked body levitating in the air in front of him. Steve had Misty's hair waded up in his left hand and a handful of her soft white ass cheek firmly clasped in the fingers of his right hand as he held her off the carpet.

Misty was flailing wildly, futilely waving her arms and legs in the air as Steve came through the door with her protesting vehemently.

"Put me the fuck DOWN ― You cocksucker!" screamed Misty in a rage as she got her second wind.

When Steve got near the end of the bed, he dumped Misty on the floor, sending her sprawling across the carpet. As she finally rolled to a stop near the foot of the ottoman she was facing toward her husband.

Looking up, Misty saw her husband's broad smile and heard him laughing. That only served to outrage her that much more. When she saw his huge hardon poking out from his open robe that sent her over the edge.

"Tell this fucker to keep his hands off of me!" yelled Misty, red-faced with anger and glaring at her husband with fire in her eyes. There she is, he thought, smiling.

All Alex did was continue to laugh as he turned toward his wife's new boy toy who had just slipped off the pants to his jogging suit and his sneakers. As Steve removed his matching jacket he stood naked behind Misty looking down at her with a lascivious glare on his face.

He was definitely all dressed up with someplace to go, thought Alex wickedly as he looked at Steve's impressive package standing at full attention.

"I'm done! ― I'M FUCKING DONE!" shrieked Misty, overwrought with emotion. "Do you hear me, Alex! Tell this bastard to leave... TO GO!"

When Alex snapped his head toward Misty she knew that she had hit a nerve. The look he have her was withering and she choked back her next caustic remark.

"You just don't know when to fucking shut up! Do you bitch?" snarled Alex, intimidating Misty with his icy stare. Just like that, Misty lost her nerve and slumped forward on the floor, unable to move.

Alex glowered at Misty for a few more moments and then turned his attention to Steve, first looking him in the eye and then casting his eyes toward Steve's rampant cock.

"Don't you have something you can plug that whore's mouth with?" sneered Alex.

"Never thought you'd ask," laughed Steve menacingly as he grabbed Misty by her hips and threw her atop the ottoman. In almost the same motion he spun her around on all fours to face away from her husband.

Now Steve's raging hardon was staring Misty directly in the face. He watched her eyes get as big as saucers. Misty stared at Steve's giant cock and then at his cold cruel eyes and finally into her own husband's expressionless face as she turned her head to look at him.

"That's right, bitch! Take a good look at it!" taunted Steve. "Say whatever the fuck you're going to say now, because your mouth is about to be too full to continue your bitching."

Before Misty could say a word, Steve had her head locked in his vice-like grip, feeding his cock into her mouth and down her throat.

The first time Steve plunged his cock past Misty's lips he reached the back of her mouth, cutting off her breathing. As her high pitched whines filled the air, it was obvious she couldn't breathe. Steve held his cock there until Misty's whole body began to shake and her high-pitched whining became frantic.

Steve pulled out for a moment and Misty rasped for air, coughing up mucous and precum that had lodged in her throat. Misty's breasts heaved in and out as she struggled to breathe.

But before she could catch her breath, Steve roughly drove his cock back in her mouth, and this time all the way down her throat, causing her to panic even more as she once again couldn't breathe.

When Steve bottomed out in Misty's throat, he immediately began viciously throat fucking her, ramming the full length of his giant cock into her mouth and throat until his pubic hairs scraped against her nose and chin.

As Steve face fucked Misty relentlessly, her husband sat back and enjoyed the show from behind her. Alex found the sounds of his wife's muffled high pitched screams arousing beyond belief. It was even better than he imagined.

In spite of her screams, the little whore seemed to be enjoying her throat fucking, thought Alex. The girl cum gushing from her pussy provided him with all the evidence he needed.

Misty was moaning almost constantly now and the thumb and index finger of her left hand were wrapped around the base of Steve's cock stroking it at the same time her right hand was erotically kneading his massive balls.

Completely aroused now, Alex stood and stripped off his robe. Positioning himself directly behind his wife, Alex thrust his cock into her sopping pussy and started fucking her in earnest. Quickly the two men established a rhythm as they ploughed into Misty's mouth and pussy as she moaned her approval.

Misty began frantically bobbed her head up and down as she felt Steve's cock begin to throb inside her throat. She could feel his hot cum coating the inside of her mouth and throat. At the same time, her husband's cock began to pulse inside her pussy and she tightened her muscles around it, trying to squeeze out every last drop of his hot cum too.

Looking down at his wife, he and her new boy toy pounded and seesawed into her from both ends. She was drenched in sweat. Her long strawberry blonde hair was soaking wet and matted to her back, shoulders, chest and face.

Misty's husband watched from behind her as Steve's prodigious load of cum began to spill from the corners of her mouth when she struggled to gulp it down. Alex looked down and saw his own cum spilling from his wife's pussy along with her girl cum.

When Alex pulled out of his wife's pussy she was still so aroused that she squirted all over his cock and balls as he began to withdraw. Still excited, She squirted all over the ottoman with a steady stream of girl cum. When Steve pulled out of her throat, Misty toppled over onto the floor onto her back.

Misty appeared dazed as she laid sprawled on the floor, her eyes staring blankly off into space, her breasts heaving in and out, with cum oozing from her mouth and pussy.

Writhing on the carpet, Misty made soft mewing sounds as her addled mind came to grips with the hard fucking she had just taken ― the hardest fucking of Misty's young life.

Missy could hear the two men's voices as they started to leave the room. She was unable to clearly hear what they were saying as her addled mind still struggled to focus. But from the few words that did penetrate the fog, it was clear they were headed toward the great room to have a drink and discuss what they planned for her next.

~~~~~

Perhaps twenty minutes had passed before Alex returned to the bedroom. She couldn't be sure since she had lost track of time and the brain fog was only now relenting.

"Get your ass off the floor and go clean up!" demanded Alex. "And don't bother with your makeup ― "

"But I look ― " Misty started to say as Alex cut her off.

"I said, don't bother," snapped Alex. "You're going to be a hot and sweaty mess again, anyway. Just do as you're told, you little whore!"

"Yes, daddy," sighed Misty meekly as she headed toward the bathroom.

"I want your ass on the bed when we come back," barked Alex from the doorway. "Then we're going to rock your fucking world."

"Yes, daddy," whimpered Misty from the bathroom.

"By the time we're done with you tonight ― there won't be any lingering doubts in your mind whether you are a whore or not!" sneered Alex as he started down the hallway toward the great room again.

Misty cleaned up as best she could, letting the shower wash the sweat and cum from her body while avoiding getting her hair wet. She used a wash cloth to wipe away the smeared eye shadow and makeup. As she finished, she could hear the two men walking down the hallway in animated conversation She rushed to the bed, wanting to be in place as Alex had ordered her.

"Time for round two, whore," announced Alex as he plopped himself down on the bed next to her. "Climb on top of me and ride my cock, you little slut."

Misty rose up onto her haunches and then straddled her husband, taking his rigid cock in her hand as she guided it into her pussy, lowering herself onto it.

"Ride it, whore," barked her husband as he slapped her right ass cheek, and then her left.

As Misty raised and lowered herself on her husband's cock she made sure her sensitive clit rubbed against it as she raised and lowered her pussy on his deeply veined cock. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through her body.

It wasn't long before she could sense Steve behind her and then his hands as he mauled her tits and pinched her nipples.

"Spread your ass cheeks for me, bitch!" demanded Steve.

"Slow, baby," whimpered Misty as she spread her ass cheeks apart and looked back over her shoulder at him with a helpless look on her face. "You're so big, baby! Please take it slow. Don't hurt me!"

"Shut the fuck up, whore!" growled Steve as he grabbed a handful of Misty's hair and pulled her head back until it met his mouth. "Get ready to see starts, cunt!"

Steve pushed about half of his long, thick cock into Misty's tight little asshole and she set out a blood curdling scream of anguish.

"Oh Gawd! It hurts, it hurts!" shrieked Misty. "You're too fucking big! You're tearing me apart!"

Steve ignored Misty and continued to claim more and more of her ass until half his cock had disappeared inside her. Only then did he pull out slightly. And as he did, Misty's screams of pain morphed into a different sound ― one of pleasure.

Alex continued to seat his own cock deep in his wife's pussy and watched Steve take her ass from above. He could feel her thighs and her ass cheeks quivering as Steve drove deeper inside her ass. He also watched as her nipples became hard as diamonds. And then Alex could feel Misty pushing her ass back into Steve's persistent thrusts.

"Yeah! You're an ass whore now!" seethed Alex in Misty's left ear. "Aren't you, you little slut?"

"You want my big cock all the way up your ass," whispered Steve into her other ear. "Don't you whore? Don't you!"

"Yes ― YES!" cried out Misty as both men's cocks began to ream her from above and below. "Oh Gawd ― YES! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD! ― HARDER!!!"

As the two men seesawed into Misty's body she continued to cry out her encouragement, her words of encouragement and her moans growing louder and louder with each thrust of their cocks. And so it remained until Steven's huge cock was pressing against the back of her anal canal.

"Oh Gawd, Steve!" groaned Misty. "You're all the way in, all the way in, no more, no more!"

"Shut the fuck up, whore!" growled Steve as he continued to press his cock hand against the back of Misty's anal canal. "I still have three more inches to go."

"Oh Gawd, NOOO!" squealed Misty. "That's it, that's it, no more. Oh please, Steve! No more!"

"Shut up, bitch!" seethed Steve. "I'm almost there. I can feel it."

"Oh Gawd, Steve ― YESSS!" shrieked Misty as the last three inches of his huge cock slipped into Misty's colon and she could feel his rough pubic hairs against her pussy and asshole.

"That's right, whore!" growled Steve. "Now you're our little ass slut! Beg for it ― beg for more!"

"Oh Gawd, YES! Fuck me hard!" cried out Misty. "Fuck me with your big, beautiful cocks! More! MORE! I need MORE!"

Misty's thighs and ass cheeks began to quiver even faster and soon her entire body was shaking uncontrollably as one orgasm after another seized control of her body. She could no longer form words, as guttural animal sounds spilled from her mouth.

Alex could sense that his young wife was in rapture, lost in her own cock induced Nirvana. If she hadn't been a slutty little whore before, she was now! Misty continued to orgasm again and again until both men finally filled her with cum.

As their cocks softened, they both pulled out of her and lay back on the bed on either side of her as she continued to moan, lost in the afterglow of her intense orgasms.

Within just a few minutes Misty was sound asleep, exhausted from her first ravishing. Both men got up and headed toward the great room for another drink. They decided they were done with her for the night.

Steve showered in the guest room and left. Alex showered in the master bathroom. When he returned to the bedroom, Misty was still sound asleep. Eventually she rolled over next to him and cuddled her face into his shoulder and draped her thigh over his own. Her hand found his cock and clutched it possessively, just as it did every night.

The following morning Misty awoke fuzzy headed and discovered that her husband was no longer in bed next to her. But she knew where he was ― she could smell the fresh coffee brewing in the kitchen.

Misty showered and washed her hair. Not bothering to dry her hair, she joined him naked in the kitchen.

Alex was sitting on one of the tall chairs at the kitchen island reading the news on his tablet as Misty walked in. He looked up and let his eyes wash over her body.

She appeared no worse for wear, he thought, except perhaps for her freshly spanked behind. But that looked good on her, he smiled to himself.

"And how's my little whore feeling this morning?" Alex asked.

Misty didn't respond immediately. Instead she slinked past him catlike, swaying her hips provocatively as she walked. She poured herself a cup of coffee. Turning to face her husband, Misty smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"I think I like being a slutty little whore," Misty finally responded with a twinkle in her eyes and a broad smile creasing her face, her body flushing red from head to toe.

Where did Mona Lisa go, Alex wondered ironically, keeping his smile inside.

"I've never cum so hard in my life, baby!" cooed Misty. "And I can't wait to do it again!"

"It's good to hear you enjoyed yourself," replied Alex after a couple of beats. "Come join me, my little slut. That being the case, I think I have some news to share with you.

Alex patted the chair next to him as Misty circled the island to join him after refilling his coffee mug from across the counter and refilling her own.

"I have three business associates flying in from across the country and they will be staying with us here at the house for a few days," said Alex.

"Really?" replied Misty, trying to sound blasé, as she sat down next to her husband, pausing before she continued. "And ― "

"And I expect you to entertain us in the same manner you did Steve and I last night," replied Alex, looking for Misty's reaction.

Misty got up from her chair and went to the countertop on the wall where the coffee pot was located, but she wasn't getting more coffee. Instead she was retrieving the pad and pen beneath the wall phone.

"What's that for?" asked Alex, suddenly intrigued as she returned to her chair.

"My shopping list," replied Misty casually as she sat down and began to write. "I'm almost out of silicone lube."

THE END