Saving My Daughter From BBC Pt. 09

All characters in this story are aged 18+ (including Kirsty) and are consensual participants.

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Dominic's statement filled my husband's office daring either of us to dispute it. In my current state, I wasn't sure that was tenable but I tried anyway. "I..."

Dominic's thick head pushed past my lips before the second word escaped, filling my mouth with hot, heavy flesh. His scent filled my nose and the salty taste on my tongue was unmistakably his.

This was meant to be unfamiliar territory. At least that's the illusion I'd sold my husband. I froze for half a heartbeat, eyes wide, as I glanced sideways to check in on him. We'd talked about this, but living the reality of it was something else.

This wasn't about Kirsty. She was twenty and could make her own mistakes.

I was on my knees in his study, with our daughter's boyfriend's cock deep in my mouth. I stared at him in wide-eyed shock. This was the moment of truth, how badly did my husband want to live out this fantasy? Or would his natural jealousy override his lust?

Phil's countenance was unreadable, but my body's own instincts kicked in. I strained around his girth, working to keep my teeth clear of the thick flesh invading my mouth. The familiar stretch tugged at the corners of my lips. I had to put on a show. I couldn't let Phil see how easily I took it. Not yet.

I had to struggle, for my husband's sake.

I tore my eyes from Phil and looked up at Dominic, pleading for him to play along. We were all so close to getting what we wanted. I was just worried that Dominic's natural dominant tendencies, or his cocky arrogance, which might cause him to reveal the truth.

Phil's chair creaked behind the desk, but I didn't dare look back at him. I could feel his stare like heat on the back of my neck.

I imagined he was nervous, stunned, and hopefully aroused. The room smelled of old books, and now the sharp, musky scent of Dominic's manhood.

"That's it, Professor," Dominic murmured, voice low and approving. One big hand settled on the crown of my head, not forcing, just guiding, "Nice and slow at first. Show your husband how bad you want this."

I made a muffled sound of objection around the shaft sliding deeper. I kept my movements small and tentative, with searching licks along the underside, and shallow bobs on the engorged head, mimicking the way I might have done years ago when I was still nervous with Phil. I let my tongue brush uncertainly against the thick vein and pretended the sheer girth made me hesitate. It wasn't entirely an act, because even after last weekend, the size still took my breath away.

"Kristal," my husband's voice was high, husky, and on the brink of breaking. I heard the tremble in his voice, with equal parts shock and hunger, which caused my cheeks to burn. I wanted to turn, to reassure him this wasn't just for me, but Dominic's fingers tightened just enough in my hair to remind me who was in charge here.

"Look at her work," Dominic said, glancing over my head at Phil, "She's trying so hard to act like it's her first time with a huge cock. Cute, real cute, but we both know she's got talent, don't we Phil?"

I almost had a heart attack. Don't go there, Dominic.

Phil made a strangled noise, and I felt the awkwardness of it in the air. The longer he waited to protest, the less viable any challenge really was. What did it say when he'd watched me give our daughter's boyfriend a blowjob for a full minute before getting a word out?

I risked a quick sideways glance, where I saw my husband's hands were clinging to the arms of his chair, and his knuckles were white. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants. He looked like a man watching his house burn down and discovering he was aroused by the flames.

Dominic chuckled softly, "Don't worry, man, it's for a good cause." He rocked his hips forward, feeding another inch past my lips, "Kirsty wants it bad, but your MILF of a wife might manage to distract me if she keeps this up."

I whimpered in aroused submission. Saliva gathered at the corners of my mouth, slick and inevitable. I tried to pull back to catch my breath, but Dominic's hand kept me steady. A thick rope of spit escaped my lips and dripped onto my chin, then lower, landing on the upper swell of my exposed breast. The black dress hung open like ruined curtains, and my lack of a bra offered no modesty, as it seeped over the heaving swell of my chest. Another glistening strand followed, sliding down the curve until it reached my nipple and hung there, trembling.

"See that?" Dominic's voice was conversational, almost relaxed, "she's already making a mess. The best ones do, don't they, Professor?"

I tried to nod but the motion only drove him deeper. I gagged softly, eyes watering, as I tried to breathe through my nose. It wouldn't do to deepthroaht Dominic in front of my husband on the first try.

It was an illusion, a careful act, and I felt terrible for it, but I worked to keep the rhythm uncertain. I didn't want to showcase all of the techniques I'd learned on my knees, and in his living room. No, tonight it was all about an earnest, and messy effort.

Phil shifted in his chair, "Kristal... are you... okay?"

I couldn't answer, so Dominic answered for me, "She's fine, Phil. Look how hard she's trying. She wants to please us both. Wants to save your daughter." He pulled back just enough for me to drag in a wet breath, and then slid forward again, "But I'm going to need so much more. I've wanted this for a long time, Phil."

I moaned, half outrage, half helpless arousal, while Dominic grunted in approval.

"Let's be honest, Phil," Dominic chuckled, "there isn't a man on campus who hasn't thought about fucking your wife at least once. If there was, that outfit she wore last Friday certainly changed things."

"Outfit?" Phil almost gurgled as he struggled over the words. I'd done my best not to be caught in it by him on the day.

"Yeah," Dominic laughed, "boy that was closer to porn star than professor, but the boys sure appreciated it, Mrs. Sheridan. You were all they could talk about in the locker room after the game on Saturday."

I felt a tingle of arousal work its way through me. The thought that a dozen young men had been openly fantasizing about me was turning me on. It shouldn't, but it did.

"That's how we knew your wife was on the prowl, Mr. Sheridan. If a woman dresses like that, she's hoping for a proper fuck. You're going to have to keep an eye on her, because I'm sure I'm not the only one bold enough to imagine your wife on her knees."

Dominic looked down at me, "I guess I don't have to imagine it now."

I could hear the slow sound of fabric rustling as Phil tried to rearrange himself, his hand lingering as he stroked himself.

God, he's such a cuck, I thought. How had I never known this about him?

My husband was actually enjoying watching me debase myself in front of him.

"That's the spirit," Dominic said, as he withdrew slowly, letting my lips drag along every inch, then tapped the wet head against my cheek. "Hands and knees, Professor. Let's give your husband a proper view."

I hesitated. I'd been resting comfortably on my knees, preserving what I could of my innocence in my husband's eyes, but I knew what Dominic wanted. He wanted my ass out, on my hands and knees, blowing him so that my breasts moved with his every motion. It was the same way I'd blown Jaxon while Dominic was behind me.

Phil's breathing was ragged now, audible across the desk, and I could feel his eyes on me. I could feel them watching the spit running down my chin and dripping onto my heaving breasts.

Dominic didn't wait for permission, instead, he guided me down until my palms met the carpet, then he nudged my knees wider. The position forced my ass up, dress hiked up around my waist, bare ass glistening in the lamplight.

I was humiliated and exposed, which I imagined was exactly what he wanted.

He stepped behind me, cock bobbing heavy and slick. One large palm smoothed over the curve of my ass, admiring and possessive. "God damn, no panties," he muttered, "Look at this, Phil, stand up, man. Your wife's got an ass made for spanking."

His hand rose and came down, firm, not cruel. It was still loud enough to make me gasp. The sting bloomed instantly, followed by heat. I clenched around nothing, mortified by the fresh trickle of arousal that slid down my inner thigh.

Phil made a choked sound, "Dominic..."

"Relax," Dominic said, delivering another measured spank. I jolted forward, breasts swaying, "She likes it, don't you, Professor?"

I bit my lip, refusing to answer, as Dominic laughed softly and spanked me again, harder this time. The crack echoed in the quiet study, as my skin burned warm at the impact

"Answer me," he said, voice dropping to a growl.

"Y-yes," I whispered, voice shaking.

Another smack.

"Yes!"

"Good girl." He rubbed the warmed flesh in a soothing gesture, then stepped around in front of me again. His cock was right at eye level, thicker, darker, shining with my spit.

"Open."

I did and he lost no time sliding back inside, slower this time, letting me adjust. One hand returned to my hair, while the other reached back to deliver another crisp spank. I moaned around his shaft and the sensation made his knees shake.

"Fuck, Phil," Dominic said conversationally as he rocked into my mouth, "your wife's a natural. Look at her drooling all over my cock, ass in the air, tits bouncing every time I spank her. She's putting on one hell of a show for you. Are you enjoying it as much as I am?"

Phil's chair creaked as he tried to shuffle backward. I risked a glance sideways over the desk, and saw that my husband's hand had drifted to his crotch. He was gripping himself through his slacks and his cheeks were flushed scarlet. He looked utterly ruined and aroused beyond reason.

Dominic noticed too, "Well, maybe not as much as I am, but you see that, Professor? Your husband's hard, just from watching you blow me. I'll bet he's never been this hard in his life."

I whimpered. Shame and need twisted together until I couldn't tell them apart. Dominic's hand tightened in my hair, guiding me deeper. I gagged again, deliberately softer this time, playing the novice, but my body betrayed me. My hips rolled backward, seeking friction that wasn't there.

Another spank. Harder this time. I cried out around his shaft.

"That's it," Dominic growled, "worship that cock, Mrs. Sheridan. You want me to finish in your mouth instead of Kristay's, then work for it!"

I doubled my efforts, as spit dripped in thick strands from my chin, splattering onto my swaying breasts. I could feel his hand in my hair as he guided me on every stroke. I couldn't see myself, but I knew I looked debauched. I'd be ruined.

Which was exactly the way Dominic liked me.

Phil's breathing was harsh now, almost pained, "Kristal..."

I couldn't answer. Dominic was fucking my mouth in shallow, controlled thrusts, letting me feel every inch without letting me set the pace. His free hand kept spanking me, steady, rhythmic, turning my ass a bright, stinging pink.

"Look at her go," Dominic said to Phil, "She's trying so damn hard, but it's not enough yet. No, not nearly enough." Then he pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping, as a string of spit stretched from my lower lip to his glistening cock. He fisted himself once, twice, smearing my saliva over the head.

"You've done an admirable job, Professor," he said, voice rough with restraint, "I'll give you an A-plus for effort, but a B-minus for follow-through. If you want me to cum tonight, then you're going to have to do a lot better than that."

He stepped back, cock still hard and shining, and looked down at me, I'm going to need more, Mrs. Sheridan."

If I had any notions that Dominic might settle for a blowjob, they were dashed in that moment. I'd told him I wanted him to take me in front of my husband, and he'd planned to do precisely that.

I stayed on my hands and knees for a moment, my chest heaving, the taste of Dominic lingering on my tongue like a promise, or a threat. My body hummed with unspent need, and my pussy ached, wanting him to fill it like he had in the past. I wiped at the mess on my chin with the back of my hand, but it only smeared the spit further, making me feel even more like the slut Dominic accused me of being. Slowly, I pushed myself up to my feet, but my legs wobbled as I stood before the desk. The air in the study felt thicker now, charged with the scent of my arousal mingling with Dominic's musk.

Phil's eyes were locked on me, his face was a mask of conflicted emotions, and his erection strained against his slacks, making it impossible to ignore. He opened his mouth, then closed it, before finally stammering out the words that had been building in his throat, "Y-you're going to fuck my wife?"

I stood there, pantyless, my dress spread open, my naked breasts on display. The trail of saliva and precum were running down my chin and onto them that marked me as a toy for Dominic's pleasure.

Dominic laughed a deep, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He stood there, cock still hard and glistening from my mouth, unashamed in his nakedness. "No, Mr. Sheridan," he said, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement, "Can't you see how worked up your wife is? She's going to fuck me."

Phil gasped, as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs, as Dominic pointed at the door, "Sooner or later, your daughter is going to wonder what we're up to." He gripped his throbbing cock with one hand and stroked it, "If she sees this, she'll be on her knees faster than your wife was so we need to get a move on."

My heart pounded, as I shook my head, trying to cling to the rationale that had gotten me this far. "This... this is just to save Kirsty," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the rough use of my throat, "I'm doing this for our daughter."

But even as the words left my lips, I felt the lie in them. My nipples were so hard they could have cut glass, and my thighs were slick with evidence of my desire. I crossed my arms over my chest, as if that could hide my obvious arousal, but Phil looked at me with a look that told me he remembered.

He remembered the sight of me bouncing giddily on black magic. He remembered the bliss in my voice as I teased him about my young lover. We both knew about my new infatuation with size.

Phil let the lie slide. Perhaps it made the inevitability of the current situation easier for him to bear. Saving our daughter, that was the lie we told ourselves to deny the reality of the abyss we were about to plunge into.

Dominic's smile widened, "Oh, Professor, you keep telling yourself that." He stepped closer, towering behind me. He gently, but firmly, pulled my arms away, exposing me again, "Stand up straight. Let your husband see what a state you're in."

I obeyed without thinking. My body responded to his command as if it had been trained for it. Dominic's hands roamed over me, not roughly, but with a deliberate possessiveness that made my breath catch. He traced the trail of spit and precum that had dripped from my chin, following it down my neck, and over the swell of my breasts. The sticky fluid had cooled slightly, leaving glistening paths on my skin, pooling in the valley between my tits, "Look at this mess," he murmured, loud enough for Phil to hear. "Your wife's made such a mess, running all the way down to these perfect tits. Tonight, they're going to be my tits, Phil."

Phil swallowed hard as Dominic possessively fondled my breasts, and rolled my nipples between his fingers. His gaze followed Dominic's fingers, "Kristal..."

Dominic ignored him, turning his attention fully to my body. He spun me around slowly, facing Phil across the desk, and pressed against my back. His cock nestled against my ass, it was full and insistent. With one hand he reached between my legs, spreading my thighs wider, and I gasped as he splayed my pussy open with two thick fingers, exposing my swollen folds to the cool air. I was soaked and he could feel it.

"See this, Mr. Sheridan?" Dominic said, his voice a low taunt, "your wife's pussy is dripping, she's soaked!" To prove his point, he dipped two fingers inside me, curling them just enough to brush upward against my core, and I moaned, as my hips bucked involuntarily against his hand. The wet sounds filled the room, as he fingered me. He pumped them in and out a few times, slow and deliberate, before withdrawing and holding them up glistening in the lamplight, "She's ready for me. Begging for me, even. By the time I am done, this will be mine too."

My face burned with humiliation, but the ache between my legs only grew. Dominic wasn't done, instead, he turned me slightly so Phil could see the side of my ass, still pink from the earlier spanks.

His palm came down again, right on the reddened handprint he'd left before. The crack echoed, as I cried out and gripped him tight, melting against his strong chest. The sting morphed into a deep, throbbing pleasure that made my clit pulse.

"Listen to that moan," Dominic said, spanking me again for good measure. I arched my back, pushing into his touch despite myself, "She's loving this, aren't you, Professor?"

I was loving it. There was something about his domineering nature that broke me down in a way I couldn't express in words. I bit my lip, trying to hold back the feverish nod that would have been my body's betrayal.

Dominic's hand stilled, withholding the next spank, the next touch. He leaned in close, his breath was hot against my ear, "Confess how badly you want it. Tell your husband what a good little slut you want to be for me, or I'll leave you to the two strokes he'll manage before he finishes."

The words stuck in my throat, but the denial of pleasure was torture. My body screamed for more, "I- I want it," I whispered finally, my voice breaking, "so badly. God, Dominic, please."

He rewarded me with another firm spank, making me moan louder, "And are you enjoying showing your husband what a slut you are? How wet you get for a real cock?"

"Yes," I groaned. The confession spilled out like a dam breaking, "Yes, I am. I-I want to be a good little slut for you."

Phil's eyes widened further, but his hand twitched toward his cock, betraying his own humiliating arousal.

Satisfied, Dominic released my ass and stepped back. He sat down in the chair as if he owned it. His cock stood proud, thick, and veined, a stark contrast to anything I had known before him. He beckoned to me with one finger, "Come here, Professor, I want you to ride me."

I hesitated, glancing at Phil, I saw that my husband's face was a storm of conflicting emotions. I swear I could see fear, jealousy, and undeniable lust all competing there.

"Kristal," he said, voice cracking, "are you really going to do this? What about protection? I can get you a condom."

I stopped, staring down at Dominic's cock as I realized just how quickly I'd slipped into old habits with Dominic. What would my husband think if he knew Dominic had been taking me raw?

"From where?" I asked softly, "If you leave to get one, Kirsty's going to see you."

"Besides," Dominic chuckled, "you really think your condoms are going to fit me, Mr. Sheridan?"

Phil stood halfway up, fumbling, not quite listening, "I'll get one of mine, just wait a moment."

But I shook my head, as my eyes were drawn irresistibly to Dominic's massive shaft. I reached out, wrapping my hand around it, or trying to, my fingers barely met. I stroked it lovingly, feeling the heat, the pulse, "It won't fit, Phil," I said softly, almost apologetically. "It's too big. Way too big for one of yours."

Phil sank back into his chair, looking nervous. His eyes flicked to my stroking hand.

"So, I'm bigger than Mr. Sheridan?" Dominic teased. He already damn well knew the answer to that.

"Yes," I groaned, feeling a surge of arousal as I compared the two of them. I knew what I was saying, but I couldn't help it.

Phil's shoulders sagged. He knew it was true, but hearing that another man was bigger wasn't doing anything for his ego.

"But... is it safe? You haven't gotten pregnant since Kirsty, but that doesn't mean you can't."

I met his gaze briefly, still pumping Dominic's cock, "Probably, Dear, but I don't even think we can. It's the reason I went off the pill, so don't worry about it."

But even I heard the uncertainty, and thrill, in my voice at the word, 'probably'. The risk only heightened the heat pooling in my core. Probably safe. I felt guilty as sin knowing exactly what Dominic wanted to do to me. If I was capable of getting pregnant, his cock would almost certainly get it done. Maybe it already had.

At first the notion of Dominic putting a baby in me terrified me. But tonight, everything had changed, as the very thought of it sent a shiver of excitement through me. It was taboo and delicious, and the thought that my husband might be watching my young lover breed me was filling me with a taboo lust that threatened to consume me with its heat.

Phil's face paled, but his erection didn't flag. He was hard as a rock, painfully so, tenting his pants even as I stroked my lover.

Dominic's patience wore thin, "Tick tock, Mrs. Sheridan, get on my cock."

The command hit me like a whip, "Yes, Master," I slipped. The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

Phil's head snapped up, "What was that? M-Master?"

I didn't look at him, but my cheeks flushed deeper as I positioned myself over Dominic.

Dominic grinned with satisfaction as he tried to cover for me, "It's her natural response to my presence, isn't that right, Professor?"

I didn't deny it, I couldn't. Instead, I climbed onto his lap, facing Dominic, my eyes staring into his, as Dominic's hands steadied my hips, while I hovered over him. I teased the head of his cock against my pussy first, rubbing it through my drenched folds, coating him in my juices. The contact made me groan, low and needy, "Oh God, it's so big."

Slowly, I sank down, inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite agony. His girth split me open, filling me in ways Phil never had, and probably never could. I worked him inside, gently rocking my hips to pleasure him, and groaning louder with each descent, "So thick. So much bigger than, well anything I've ever had!"

When I finally took all of him, bottoming out with his balls pressed against me, I threw my head back, a guttural moan escaped my lips, "It's stretching me so wide, that I can feel it everywhere."

Dominic's hands gripped my waist, but he let me set the pace. I started riding him, slow and deliberate, lifting myself up until just the tip remained inside, then slamming back down. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, as my breasts bounced with each thrust, and I knew the effect that would have on him. His eyes were glued to them as I ground back and forth. My pleasure built like a storm as my body reacted to his considerable endowment.

As I rode, Dominic's voice cut through the haze. His questions probed deeper, "How big am I compared to your husband, Professor? Tell me. Better yet, tell him."

I gasped, grinding down harder, "Huge! He's so thick, Phil. I've never felt anything like it!"

"And you love it, don't you?" Dominic gloated.

Dominic wasn't content getting what he wanted, rather he wanted to lord it over my husband too. I wanted this, but I didn't want to break my husband.

"I love my husband," I groaned, "We make love, but right now I just need this."

I ground my hips down into him and felt his body's response. He was good at playing it cool, but I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him.

"Oh yes," I panted, my voice breathy, "it feels so good."

Dominic glanced at Phil, "Don't just stand there, cuckie, take it out, Mr. Sheridan. Show us what you're working with. But don't touch it, just let it throb."

"Cuckie?" Phil almost choked on his tongue, "I'm, uh, not."

Dominic raised an eyebrow, "You're standing there drooling while your hot wife rides a cock that isn't yours. She's mine, and you're our good little cuckie. Now take it out or we'll make you wait outside!"

Dominic just wasn't going to be happy until he'd put Phil in his place. I could see the cunning in his eyes, he didn't just want to fuck me in front of Phil, he wanted Phil to know he was in charge. He wanted Phil to know I was his when he wanted me, to do with as he pleased.

"Now, Cuckie, or you're going to have to hear the good bits from your wife later."

Phil's face turned white. He might have hesitated, but there was no way he was missing this. Phil's hands moved almost on their own, as he unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was hard, and average-sized, but nothing like Dominic's. He sat there, exposed and humiliated, precum beading at the tip.

"He does want to watch, doesn't he?" Dominic laughed, "Good, because when I'm around this is how it's going to be. My cock is going to be buried balls-deep in your wife, stretching her pussy, while yours is just hanging there, swinging in the breeze." He turned the chair sideways, giving Phil a perfect profile view of my body rising and falling with each roll of my hips, my pussy lips gripping Dominic's shaft as I fucked myself on it, doing all the work for my young master.

"Is this everything you hoped it would be, Professor?" Dominic asked, leaning back to enjoy the ride. His hands now roamed to squeeze my ass.

"More," I panted, picking up speed, "So much more."

"That's right," he growled, "I own this pussy now. Once was never going to be enough for you. You're going to want my big black cock again, and again, aren't you?"

My mind reeled. I was already addicted, with the way he filled me, the dominance, and the forbidden thrill. But worse, the cuckolding aroused me intensely. The power play of making Phil watch, helpless and hard, it sent jolts of dark pleasure through me. I loved the control, the way my husband reacted to my every moan, and every confession.

"Yes. I want it. Need it, even."

I turned my head slightly toward Phil, my eyes locked on his, "I think I'm going to cum, Baby. Watch closely, Phil, pay close attention to what this massive cock is doing to me. See how it stretches my pussy? I can feel it in my soul."

Phil's cock twitched without him touching it. A bead of precum dripped down the shaft. At this rate he was going to cum before I did.

Dominic rested one hand on my ass, kneading the reddened flesh, while the other cupped the curve of my left tit, guiding it to his mouth. He suckled at my nipple, and his teeth teased me just enough to make me arch back. The dual sensations pushed me over the edge.

My climax hit like a wave, spectacular and shattering, and I bit my lip to contain my scream. My body convulsed, my pussy clenched and spasmed around him. I felt the juices spill out of me, soaking his balls and the chair, as my vision went white, and my toes curled. Every muscle in my body went taut. Phil watched, transfixed, his own cock throbbing in sympathy. Dominic groaned, feeling me milk him, but he held back. With a strength Phil would have never mustered, he held on.

As I came down, trembling, Dominic murmured, "Be careful, Professor, Kirsty might hear you."

He lifted my near-comatose form effortlessly, standing with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing. "My good little slut," he said, fondling my curves right in front of Phil, squeezing my tits, and tracing my hips. Then, with my legs draped over his arm, he teased my soaked pussy with his free hand, fingers circling my clit, dipping inside.

It didn't take long, I was still sensitive, and aftershocks rippled through me, "Oh God, please," I whimpered.

He pumped faster, curling his fingers, "Come on, squirt for me again. Show your husband how wet you can get."

"Yes, Sir," I panted.

His fingers slowed, "Is that how you address me?"

My face flushed. I'd made the mistake of saying it once, and now he expected it.

"No, Master, please make me cum again."

"That's it, Mrs. S," Dominic chuckled, "Show him what I do to you."

I didn't need to force it, I was already so sensitive. The pressure built swiftly and I shattered again, squirting like a fountain onto the carpet, soaking the floor. My body shook, my cries echoed around the study, as Phil stared, utterly broken, clearly confused, and unmistakably aroused.

My body went limp in Dominic's arms after the squirt. My chest heaved and sweat glistened on my skin. The study reeked of sex now, from the sharp tang of my releases and the musky undercurrent of Dominic's arousal. I felt utterly spent, but the fire in my core hadn't fully died. Dominic set me down gently on the edge of the desk, my legs dangled, and my pussy still twitched from the aftershocks. He stood between my thighs, as his cock brushed against my sensitive folds, making me hiss.

"Look at her, Phil," Dominic said, his voice laced with triumph, "Your wife's a mess, covered in spit, and cum dripping from her pussy. No, wait, that's just her juices. I haven't even finished yet." He ran a finger through my slickness and brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean without prompting.

"But I will, Cuckie. I'm about to fill your wife to the brim. Watch closely now, as I want you to remember the moment I put a baby in her."

"No!" Phil was frozen, his cock was still out, red and straining, "Kristal, how could you?"

I met his gaze, a mix of guilt and exhilaration swirled in me, as I felt the power, the way I could reduce him to begging while he throbbed for us, for me. The way he looked unspeakably aroused, yet tortured by his own jealousy. And the fact I could do it all while chasing my own pleasure, it was intoxicating. "I have to," I said softly, but there was an edge to it, a thrill, "We all needed this, but God, Phil, I'm not suffering, baby, he feels so good."

Dominic's hand slid up my thigh, and his fingers circled my clit, lazily, as I was bent over the desk, "Tell him the truth, Professor. You didn't just do it for Kirsty, you wanted this for yourself."

I nodded, biting my lip as fresh arousal built, "I've needed this, Phil, for a long time. We both know it. We've been missing something."

Phil's breath hitched, "But we're married. This is..."

"Hot," Dominic finished for him, "Admit it, Man, you're harder than you've ever been. Watching your wife ride my cock like a pro is the show you've always wanted and now you have a front-row seat. You've had her since the day she said yes, and what did you do? Turned her into the prim and proper Mrs. Sheridan, roaming the halls, looking down her nose at others, going to church on Sundays. What a waste! I've had her half an hour and I've turned her into the needy slut you've always wanted. Only from now on, I own this pussy."

I shivered at the claim. From now on? Dominic had drawn a line in the sand, and we were never going back. The thought terrified and excited me. Dominic's fingers delved deeper, scissoring inside me, testing my walls that were still sensitive from the ride. I moaned, and my head fell down against the table.

"See? She's ready for round two already," Dominic taunted. He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass lightly. The wet smack made me jolt, "But first, let's make sure your husband understands his place."

He turned to Phil, "Come closer."

Phil obeyed, legs shaky, cock bobbing as he approached. He stood beside the desk, his eyes darted between my spread legs and Dominic's commanding presence.

"Touch her," Dominic said, "Feel how wet she is for me."

Phil hesitated, but then reached out. His fingers trembled as they brushed my thigh, then my folds. I was soaked, hotter than he'd ever felt me, "Kristal?"

I whimpered at his touch, but it felt different.

"Now, feel mine," Dominic ordered.

Phil's hand froze, "What?"

"Touch my cock. Feel what your wife just rode."

Phil looked horrified, but his hand moved. It touched Dominic's shaft, or tried to. It was so much thicker than he expected. He stroked once, involuntarily, and Dominic grunted.

"Good. Now back off and don't you dare touch that," Dominic pointed to my husband's cock, still jutting out, hoping for some taste of my sweet pussy.

Phil retreated, face burning, cock leaking more precum.

Dominic positioned himself at my entrance again, "You ready for more, Professor?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Please..."

He thrust in slowly, letting me feel every inch all over again. I groaned and let him take what he wanted. This time I didn't try to control the pace. I was bent over my husband's desk, my ass was up, and my breasts were mashed against the cool wood, as my daughter's boyfriend gripped my ass and played with it.

Papers scattered as he fucked me deep and steady. Each thrust bottomed out inside me, "How does it feel?" he asked, pounding harder.

"You're ruining me," I panted.

"For him?" he nodded at Phil.

I glanced at my husband, who was watching intently, hand twitching but not touching, "Yes, he's never been this deep."

Dominic laughed, "You hear that, Cuckie? I'm breaking new ground here. Watch me ruin your wife's pussy."

The dialogue fueled me. The tension was electric, and Dominic's pace quickened. His balls slapped against my ass, as he reached around and pinched my nipples, twisting just enough to sting.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded.

"I love it!" I groaned.

"Who owns this pussy now?"

"You do," I panted, even as my lips whispered a silent apology to Phil, "Your big black cock owns this pussy!"

Phil groaned a tortured sound.

"Then take it all, Kristal. Take every last drop."

I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, "Yes, Master, that's it, fuck me."

I heard Phil whisper, "Master."

I turned and saw Phil's cock twitching as it shot wad after wad onto the desk beside us. He'd cum so hard, and he hadn't even touched it. My God, he was a cuckold.

"Yes, Baby," I cooed, "Cum for me while he fills me up."

Dominic laughed, "That's my good little slut."

He pulled my hair, arching my back, while fucking me relentlessly. My second orgasm built, coiling tight, "I'm gonna cum!"

Dominic spanked my ass and buried himself to the hilt. I felt him explode, and the first rope triggered my own orgasm.

"Oh, wow," I groaned as my eyes rolled back. I went limp as my orgasm ripped through me, and Dominic, well, he just took what he pleased.

With a roar, he came, pumping hot ropes deep into me. I felt every pulse, the warmth spreading as he just kept pumping stroke, after unrelenting stroke, into me.

When he finally pulled out, a torrent of his seed dripped from my pussy, "Look at that, Cuckie. Your wife's so full."

Phil stared, broken, his own cock twitching sympathetically, as Dominic spurted another rope across my ass.

I collapsed forward, totally satiated, as the room spun. My body hummed with afterglow and the heady weight of everything that had just happened.

Dominic groped my ass, "You two better clean this up. It stinks like sex in here."

I took a deep breath, it sure did, in all the right ways. But he was right, if my daughter took one step inside the office, she'd know exactly what happened.

"Tell you what," he said as he pulled on his clothes, "I'll go say goodnight to Kirsty and distract her a little while you clean up."

"B-but," Phil protested, "you promised."

Dominic shot him a look, "I know what I said, Cuckie. Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck her, but she's a horny little nympho, so I'm going to have to give her something to distract her. Otherwise, she'll start asking questions. Don't you worry, I'll take care of it."

"Dominic," I whispered, and I knew only too well that he'd have the stamina for another round in him, "Don't you dare."

"Don't you worry, Mrs. S," He chuckled as he pulled up his pants, "A deal's a deal. But only as long as you're taking care of me. We're not one and done, and I'm going to need you again."

I looked at my husband, who was still a little dazed. We'd leapt into the abyss, and there was no going back now.

"Yes, Master," I whispered.

Dominic chuckled as he let himself out of the office and left my husband and me alone, in the mess we'd both made of his office.