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This story contains BDSM.
Later that night, Keshav played the tapes on our bedroom TV and ate me out.
He was so wild that night. Watching me get fucked when eating me turned him on a lot. It was the first time he made me orgasm after his accident.
We were still watching the video, cuddling on the bed. He was nibbling my ears from behind.
“Was I a good slut?” I asked.
“You made me proud,â he replied.
“You wish you could have masturbated when I was with him?”
“I sure did,” he replied.
“I didn’t know you get turned on by stuff like this,” I said.
“I’ve always imagined you with other men,” he said, which shocked me.
“How many men?” I asked.
“Sometimes one, sometimes two, sometimes a whole gang,” he said.
“A whole gang sounds lovely. Do they force me?”
“In the beginning, yes. But they bring out the slut in you eventually.”
“Do you get to watch?” I asked.
“Yes, of course.”
“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll fuck a lot of men to make your dreams come true,” I said.
“I know you would, baby,” he said.
“Hope your dick starts working soon so you can masturbate to your wife getting knocked up,” I said.
“I hope so too. I love you so much,” he said and kissed my neck.
“Even if I’m a slut?”
“Especially because you’re a slut.”
I slept well that night. I woke up before Keshav and made him the tastiest breakfast he would have had his whole life.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked as I fed him breakfast.
“For confessing your fantasy last night. I fingered myself to sleep later. It was the best masturbation session I’ve had in my life. All thanks to your fantasy which made me wet,” I said.
“You’re a good slut aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, baby.”
“You know yesterday’s clips will get old and boring pretty soon. We might need some new ones for our night fun,” he said.
“My pussy is craving for more dicks too.”
“I wanna see you with a young virgin or some old sugar daddy,” he said.
“Sugar daddies sound fun. I’ve always wanted to get dominated by a rough old man,” I said.
It took some time to find someone who wasn’t interested in a long time commitment. But we did find one. He was a 52-year-old man, very tall and fit. His name was Vikram, and he ran his own construction company. He had a thick and long beard and a little grey hair.
We met at the same beach house, but Vikram had special requests. He sent me a package and asked me to wear them. He warned me that he was into BDSM. The package had a necklace that read âDaddyâ and a red velvet dress that ended just above my knee. He asked me not to wear any inners.
“Something tells me it’s gonna be the roughest fuck a woman could ever ask for,” I told my husband as we were waiting for Vikram in the bedroom.
“What makes you say that?” Keshav asked.
“He asked me yesterday if I had any limits,” I said, biting my lips.
“And you said no?”
“You know me so well. Yes, I did!” I said with a laugh.
“But babe, how could you say that? What if he wants to cum inside?” he asked. But something told me Keshav doesn’t care about others cumming in me anymore.
“I guess we’ll just have to find out,” I said carelessly. I got a text from Vikram saying he would arrive in 5 minutes.
“Well, time for you to head to your little Batcave,” I told Keshav, and he did.
Vikram arrived wearing a two-piece suit. He was taller and more muscular than I expected him to be. He also carried a suitcase, which I assumed had all the BDSM tools he needed. He scanned my body from top to bottom.
“Come inside,” I said and locked the door after he entered.
“You will address me only as master or daddy, anything else, and you will be punished accordingly,” he said.
“Understood, daddy,” I replied. I was starting to get nervous as he got into being a rough guy straight away.
“I had a rough day at work, so you’re in for a real treat,” he said.
A part of me wanted to disagree with all this and stop. But Keshav said he wanted me to be with an old man, and we had worked hard to find someone. And I was so wet. My nervousness and imagination of being a sex toy made me horny. I went closer to him and said.
“That’s what I’m here for, daddy. Use me to be free from all your stress,” I said.
“You’re a good whore, aren’t you?” he said, grinning. He kissed my lips and spat in my mouth after breaking the kiss. I swallowed it without saying anything. He smiled and spat in my mouth again, and I swallowed again.
“Even first-class prostitutes are not as dirty as you are,” he said.
It turned me on but I was wondering what Keshav would think upon hearing that. He then squeezed my boobs. It was not a playful squeeze. It seemed more like he was testing how firm they were.
âWow, I can’t believe your body is fully natural. It was like you were born to be someone’s sex toy,” he said as he squeezed my ass cheeks.
“Not just someone’s, your sex toy for today, daddy,” I said.
“Undress now,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I was standing naked in front of him. He opened his suitcase, took a metal leash out of it, and put it on my neck. He then asked me to get on all four like a dog.
“Lick my shoes,” he ordered. I had no choice but to obey him. I did lick his shoes clean. It was all new to me. I was wondering what Keshav would think about this. He never knew this side of me existed.
Throughout our relationship, neither of us was submissive or dominant. We just made passionate love. Â There were times when he fucked me like a madman, but it was never this dominant.
“Remove my shoes and lick my feet” he ordered as he pulled the leash a little bit higher to take my tongue away from his feet. I untied his shoes and removed his socks to lick his feet. He let me continue for a good 5 minutes and just pulled my head upwards with the leash without saying anything.
I liked it, it made me realize I was nothing but an object to him. An object that was made to please him. He took a butt plug out of the suitcase, I immediately recognized what it was.
“Oh, daddy, I’ve never tried anal.” Before I could finish my sentence, he forced the butt plug in my ass. And apparently, it was an electric butt plug. He used a controller to set the speed.
I’m sure it wasn’t the lowest point because it vibrated hard. I screamed a lot. Tears flowed almost from my eyes, and he kept increasing his speed.
“Keep the voice down, or I will only increase the speed. Trust me, you’re not ready for the maximum limit,” he said. I knew he wasn’t kidding when he said that. I tried my best and kept my voice down by biting my teeth.
The pain was still very much there. But I slowly started feeling the pleasure, and Vikram found out about that. He took out a paddle and started spanking my ass. With every beat, I felt a little electric shock.
That’s when I realized the paddle was an electric one too. It was painful but also pleasureful. Within a few spanks, my ass turned red.
“Now, let’s get you tied up,” he said and pulled me up by the leash. I assumed he wanted me to get on the bed, and I did. I was facing the bottom side of the bed and was still on all four. He cuffed my arms to the bottom corners of the bed and my legs to the top corners.
Just as I was beginning to get used to the butt plug, he increased the speed drastically. I kept what he said in mind and controlled my scream. He took some clamps and attached them to my nipples. He adjusted the vibration speed on his mobile. Almost every electric toy he had was connected to his mobile.
He didn’t bother gradually increasing the speed. He took it to a higher level immediately. My ass and nipples were both on vibrating tools. My body started to quiver madly. I was starting to get so high on the pain that my mind had almost left my body.
That’s when I felt some hot liquid drop on my back. I got out of the trance state to realize he had been dropping hot candle wax on me. To add more pain, he kept hitting me with the electric paddle. I was completely broken at that point.
“If Keshav had a problem with this, he’d have done something, right?” I thought. I assumed Keshav was ok with this and decided to put on a good show for him. Vikram didn’t stop until my ass was fully covered with the wax. He got off the bed and stood before me as he watched my whole body tremble.
“Do you have any objections to all this, whore?” he asked.
“No, daddy, As I said, I’m all yours to play with,” I somehow got the words out of my mouth.
“Good,” he said, grinning. He unzipped his pants and took a monstrous cock out. I was surprised. Since he hadn’t shown his cock the whole time, I assumed he would be bad in bed without the tools. He shoved his dick right down my throat.
I was gagged but also surprised that I could take that monster in completely. I was struggling to catch some breath. He finally let go after a while. He allowed me to catch a quick breath and gagged me with his monster again. I didn’t object to anything he did.
As much as I loved the pain he was inflicting on me, I didn’t want to make him angry. He kept repeating this for a while and uncuffed my hands and legs. I immediately collapsed on the bed. It felt like such a relief. But then Vikram increased the speed of my butt plug and the nipple clamps.
I can only control myself to a point. A few tears started rolling from my eyes. But deep down, I loved not being in control. I loved someone taking control of my body.
“I have never seen someone tolerate this level. Let’s push you to the maximum limit,” he said and increased the speed. I was trembling like hell but felt proud to be the only one to reach this point. He let me be for a while. Maybe he liked watching my perfect midriff and boobs shake and quiver.
After a while, he just held my legs apart and entered my pussy. Normally that would have been enough to make me scream, but after everything that has happened today, it didn’t seem like much. He fucked me hard with his monstrous cock for 20 minutes in missionary.
I could feel his dick throb. He was about to climax. If I told him to pull out, he’d punish me. So I just let him cum inside me. He removed the butt plug and nipple clamps off of me. I finally felt relief. I was lying on the bed facing the wall. Vikram got dressed up and threw some money on me, and left.
Money was not a part of the arrangement. Maybe he did that to degrade me even more. I didn’t have the energy to go to Keshav’s room. Eventually after a while, Keshav came to me. He was beside the bed. I just smiled at him and didn’t say anything.
“Well, that really happened,” Keshav said.
“Yes,” I replied with a smile.
“Still can’t believe you let him finish inside you,” he said.
“Are you really mad at me?” I asked. I didn’t want him to feel like I had replaced him.
“Not at all, babe. I know you enjoyed it,” he said. I felt so relieved.
“Honestly, it was all so fucking crazy and wild, but I loved every bit of it,” I said.
“My slut wife loves being someone else’s sex toy?”
“She sure does” I replied.
“I wonder what’s next,” he said.
“I wonder,” I repeated.
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