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***This is a fictional erotic story written by me and from my point of view. You should not be reading this if you’re not of legal age, 18 in America, 21 in some other countries. My stories fall under genres such as: “BDSM, non-con, dub-con, reluctance, & consensually non-con.” This is my fantasy, with me playing the character of the prey/sub/victim, not yours. The key word here, is fantasy. I DO NOT encourage or condone failing to obtain proper and excited consent in any real-life situation. In real life, all the time practice kinks with consent. You are not being forced to read this, so if you choose to then be nice and enjoy. Follow me to keep up to date on all my stories & read all the way to the bottom for more fun!☺️***

My wife and I fucked like animals that night, reliving the experience. This new toy had brought us quite a bit closer and neither of us would be giving that up. When we woke up the next morning, we went and got breakfast and watched Emma on the cameras. She must have been exhausted after the night we put her through because she slept in through our breakfast. We decided to go home, wake her up and give her some leftover food.

When we got home, we made our way to the back shed and went downstairs. When we went inside, Emma was in the shower. “Helloooo, we brought you food.” The shower shut off and she walked out of the bathroom naked and dripping. She hadn’t eaten in a while, I’m sure she was starving. My wife could read her like a book. She could see the desperation seeping from her pores. “There’s our little slut, babe” she said to David. Emma made the mistake of rolling her eyes.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Emma froze, her eyes widening at the terrifying look displayed on my wife’s face. “I-l’m sorry, I just don’t like being called that. I’m sorry.” We both laughed at her, finding it cute that she wondered that we cared. “Awe babe, she doesn’t like being called a slut” my wife says mocking her. “Do we have a sharpie in here?” Emma’s head hung heavy, her eye contact focused on the floor. My wife asked me. “Yes, we do” I respond moving across the room the get it. I returned and handed it to my wife. “Come here.” Emma walked over, stopping in front of her. My wife asked for a towel, which I quickly brought. She dried Emmas face and wrote “wh” on one cheek and “re” on the other. Her mouth completing the word. She then moved to her chest and stomach, writing words like “slut, cunt, whore” on her.

Once she finished, she looked at Emma, not feeling a need to point out the obvious. “Okay Emma, do you want to eat?” My wife asked. “Yes” Emma said looking up at her. “Okay, get on your hands and knees” my wife responded. Emma’s eyes filled with tears immediately, this time taking a lot less time then ever before. “Now” my wife demanded, not caring about the tears. Emma slowly dropped to the ground, positioning herself as requested. My wife walked across the room and placed the to-go box on the floor in a corner. Looking back at Emma, she grinned evilly “be a good bitch and crawl to your food bowl.”

I snickered, unable to hold back my enjoyment at her opinion. Emma start to crawl towards my wife, me following behind her and kicking her hip. She fell to the side, landing on the ground on her opposite side. She got back up on her hands and knees, my boot print having left an outline mark. She start to crawl again, when I bent down to spank her as she crawled. Her little jumps and squeaks almost cute. She approached the food, getting ready to dive in when I stopped her.

“No. Bad dog” I told her, grabbing at her hair and pulling her back from her forward motion. She looked up at me, her eyes desperate and confused. I kept eye contact with her as I took my pants off. Her shoulders fell, the understanding replacing confusion. She glanced at the food and then back at me, opening her mouth for me. I slid in, staying still to gauge her enthusiasm. When I hadn’t moved for a few seconds, she looked up at me and got the hint.

She start to bob her head back and forth, her lips gripping my shaft. She pushed herself all the way down on me, choking. Saliva start to compound, my cock soaked and coated in it. She slid back, replacing her mouth with a hand as she slid off me. She bent farther down, her tongue finding it’s way to my balls. She licked in between them, flicking side to side while stroking with her hand. I let out a involuntary moan, wondering where this talent had been hiding this entire time.

She then moved upwards, pushing my balls into her mouth one at a time. She closed her mouth around me slightly, pulling my balls down creating an unexplainable sensation. Her hand still on my shaft, gripping it firmly as she used her saliva as lube to jerk me off. She released my balls from her mouth, letting them return to hanging. My wife stood there, watching her performance. I looked at her, checking in that she was still okay. She nodded and smiled at me, then walked away to get something.

She returned with a dildo and a leather whip. She drew back the whip and hit it against Emma’s legs. Emma screamed, jumping up and holding her leg in pain. I reached out, placing my hand on the back of her neck pulling her back in. “Better hurry and make him cum. I’m going to whip you until then.” Emma took a deep breath, trying to not cry. Shaking, she reached out and grabbed my cock sliding her mouth back over it. The whip came down again. I held the back of Emma’s head, preventing her from pulling back. A muffled “ehhhowww” escaped her cock filled mouth.

She start to move faster on me, the whip coming down again. Emma’s eyes filled with tears again, sliding down her face. The whip came down again, muffled cries from Emma filling the soundproof room. “Your skin gets red so easy.” Emma continued quickly bobbing on my dick, fondling my balls with her hands. The whip came down again. Emma start to really go for it now, wanting the whipping to stop. Her mouth moved back and forth while her hands made a twisting motion on the shaft as her lips moved up to the head. The whip came down again, Emma continuing her enthusiastic blow job and crying on me.

I pulled out of her mouth, letting her fall forward without warning. My wife put the whip down as I walked over to the leftover box, aiming my throbbing cock at the to-go box. I grabbed my cock and jacked off into the food. Her food was coated in my white sticky cum. My wife grabbed Emma’s hair, walking her crawling body to the food and demanding that she eat. Emma looked at the food and gagged at the site. I knew she didn’t like cum, but I found a lot of enjoyment in making her do things she didn’t like to do.

She reached out to pick up the food, no utensils in site but my wife said “no hands.” Emma moved her hands behind her back and start to lean in to eat. She gagged again, finding it difficult to get past her phobia. “If you’re hungry, I wouldn’t pass up this meal. You never know when you’re going to get fed again” my wife said to her. “Pleaseeee, just give me something normal to eat. I’ll do anything” Emma wined. My wife crouched down, finding herself eye level with Emma and said “if you’ll do anything, then do this.” Emma tried again, “please, I can’t. I don’t even have a good reason for not liking it, cum just makes me gag” she said through stifled tears. “Eat, Emma” my wife said.

Emma crying turned and stuck her mouth into the cum covered food, chewing her first bite quickly and swallowing it. I patted her head “good girl.” She went back in, eating more but doing so quickly and trying her best not to gag. Her third bite causes her hand to raise to her lips and cover them. She scrunches her eyes shut simultaneously, trying to mentally escape the hell that we created just for her. My wife picked up the dildo and made her way to Emma, slapping her ass with it. Emma looked back and saw the dildo in her hand, an exhausted expression appearing. “Don’t worry about what we are doing, eat. Finish it all.”

Emma turned back around, returning to her slow attempt at eating. Meanwhile, my wife stood behind her, positioning the dildo against Emma’s pussy and pushing in. Emma moaned out, gaining some distraction at the invasion. Her pussy was soaked, the degradation and humiliation proving to be arousing for her. My wife start to fuck Emma’s pussy with the dildo “You’re very aroused Emma. Are you sure you don’t love eating cum?” Emma turned her head and said “yeah, pretty sure” in a sassy tone. My wife looked up at me and scoffed, taken back by her attitude.

My wife removed the dildo from Emma’s pussy, sliding it into her ass instead. Emma squirmed away, running into the corner of the wall in front of her food. With no where to go, the dildo made more head way into Emma’s ass. She screamed out “owww, fuck, stoppp” squirming around. “Stop struggling or this is going to be worse for you.” Emma slowly came to a stop, slumping to the floor. My wife start to slowly fuck her asshole, watching as Emma start to relax slightly as the pain subsided. “Finish eating” I told Emma, watching her struggle to role from her side to her hands and knees while she was filled.

Her large round ass stood in the air, my wife kneeling next to her holding her hips. Emma continued to eat, seemingly involuntarily moaning occasionally as she did. I walk over to a cabinet that had never been opened and grabbed a wand. Returning to Emma, I joined my wife at her side. I kneeled on the opposite side of Emma gripping her asscheek. “We want you to learn to cum in the most humiliating circumstances, Emma.” I ran my finger along her curved spine, reaching into her hair slowly and pulling her up. I whispered in her ear, “I want you to enjoy this Emma.”

I released her hair grinning, and turning the wand on. Then I reached underneath her, placing the pulsating wand against her clit. Her body convulsed as she pulled up from eating. I placed my hand on her shoulder, giving her a warning “don’t stop eating until you’ve finished it. Understand me?” I asked her, my cock getting hard again watching her ass jiggle from her uncontrollable shaking. She continued eating, moaning “mmhmm” as my wife start to speed up on her ass. The wand buzzed relentlessly against her swollen pussy.

She start to moan out, indicating her onset orgasm. She whined through the moans, clinching her fists on the side of the take out box. She did her best to avoid giving us the satisfaction of watching her mind numbing orgasm erupt in the aforementioned circumstances. Ultimately she failed, falling forward into the food, her cheek coated now in my cum and food. Her body shook as she grabbed at the hard floors, the tops of her fingerings whitening with her attempts. I reached out, sliding my finger from below her eye and wiping the cum down into her mouth as she convulsed. Her ass visibly expanding and tightening shut around the cock in her ass. “Good slut” I growled at her, seeing her defeated and embarrassed face post-orgasm.

Emma was breathing heavy, her ass still full as she tried to get back to eating. She only had a few bites left. My cock was now hard again, so while Emma ate I leaned over and start making out with my wife. Passionately we pushed into one another, our lips parting and tongues reaching for one another. My wife pulled the dildo from Emma’s ass, laying it on the ground behind her as we continued our almost adolescent make out session. When she was finished, she sat up onto her knees and waited for instruction.

My wife and I stood, removing our clothing. I laid out on the ground, my cock standing at attention. My wife walked over to Emma and grabbed her collar, pulling her towards me. Then she positioned Emma in between my legs and stood straddled over me. Her outer labia thick enough to hide the plump and aroused inner labia. Her index finger and middle finger moved down and gently tapped her pussy lips. They jiggled, her vaginal fluid shimmering through as they created friction with one another. The same two fingers slid in between her outer labia, parting it. Her clit was swollen and shining, the two fingers splitting around it and continuing down. Her pussy was now fully spread as she slowly crouched down to right above my cock. Her legs were spread, putting her pussy at eye level with me. I watched her confidently flaunt herself for me and I remained fixed on the energy. She crouched father down, the warm and soft opening to her vagina wrapping the head of my cock like a gift. She slowly moved down my shaft until I was entirely in her and then turned to grab Emma’s collar pulling her in.

Emma inched forward. Once she was close enough, my wife stopped her and lifted her chin. “I’m going to fuck my husband. You can lick my ass while I do & swallow his cum when he finishes.” She just looked at my wife, the blank expression not excited nor discouraged. “What do you say?” My wife asked her. Emma looked at her “yes ma’am.” My wife scoffed, “no. How about thank you for teaching you to be such a useful whore?” Emma’s eyes closed, the annoyed grimace evident from her eyebrows. It took about 30 seconds and Emma trying to unhinge her jaw but she then said “thank you for reaching me to be s useful whore.” My wife slapped her cheek, “see that wasn’t so bad and you’re welcome.”

My wife start to move up and down on my cock, the grip of her pussy following close behind as she moved up. Emma’s face was planted directly in her ass, following direction perfectly. “Use one of your hands to play with my balls, Emma.” Seconds later with no response, I could feel her soft and small hands cradling them. She moved them in her hands like someone would feng shui metal balls, firm but not rough. “She is turning out to be such a good investment, don’t you think honey?” I asked my wife as she rode me. She moaned out “mmhmm baby she is.” We continued to talk as though Emma wasn’t right there. Her obedient silence encouraging our new shared hobby together.

My wife laughed at Emma telling me “you thought you were getting a new toy but now she’s my personal ass licker. I love when your toys become mine” she teased at me as I reached up and took her nipples in-between my thumb and index finger, lightly pinching. I rotated my wrists to allow me to simultaneously palm her breasts in each hand squeezing. My wife start to slow her conversation with me, the words being replaced by moans as an orgasm built up. Her hands came down hard against my chest, bracing herself for impact. I reached down with one hand, now holding her hips in place and allowing her to set the pace. She screamed out, her cum covering my dick and pelvis as she squirted on top of me. Her pussy tightened and loosened around my cock over and over, bringing me close now as well.

My wife’s motion slowed as she caught her breath and attempted to lower her heart rate. She pulled her hips off, releasing her pussys grip on my cock and pulled Emma forward “finish him off” she demanded. Emma’s mouth parted almost immediately, my cock moving towards the back of her throat. Emma’s enthusiasm was seriously lacking so I reached forward to give her some encouragement. I pulled her off my cock by the hair and gripped her face “I know how capable you are of sucking cock now. So don’t give me this bullshit. Suck my cock right or I’m going to let my wife hurt you.” Her facial expression was one of exhaustion and fear combined.

Emma looked over at my wife, who sat there grinning at us almost hoping that she would choose to be defiant. Emma deciding not to risk playing with fire enthusiastically start to suck my cock. My wife reached forward, placing her palm on the back of her head and pushing her farther down on me. “Moan, like you love sucking cock” I told her as she was being forcibly moved like a handheld fleshlight. She looked at me, my cock in her mouth removing any level of bratty insolence she was trying to portray in her large sad eyes. This was interrupted my wife reaching forward and grabbing Emma’s nipple hard. If she wasn’t gonna moan for me, she would be given a reason to make noise one way or another. Emma groaned, affliction ringing through her her chest. “There you go cunt, moan like he told you to.”

Emma let out coughed groans and cries as her gag reflex took over. My wife held her head down on me longer watching her upper back spring up and fall with each gag. Emma’s throat pulsed off and on the top of my cock simultaneously, the sensation slipping away as my wife relieved Emma. Emma’s hands braced herself on each side of my hips as spit spewed out of her mouth. Her breath heavy again as her shoulders alternated between lifted and collapsed.

My wife reached out, rubbing my cock while Emma fought to recover. As she worked my wet cock, she start to bargain with Emma. “I’m going to make you a deal. I’m feeling nice today. He is going to cum on your face-“ Emma’s face already scowling at mere mention. My wife gave her a warning look and Emma’s face softened slightly. My wife continued “-and when he does, I want you to remain frozen for 15 seconds. If you gag or shut your eyes or mouth, then you lose.” Emma remained silent, knowing the the option to play wasn’t an option at all. My wife released her grip on my cock and got up.

I start moving myself to a standing position, standing with my cock pointing towards the center of Emmas face. “Open your mouth, Emma, tongue out & eyes open” I told her. Emmas lips parted and her tongue crept forward, sliding it across her bottom lip. I start to stroke my cock above her. She continued parting her mouth until it was open wide & her frightened eyes looking at my stomach. My wife stepped behind Emma, positioning each thumb below Emma’s eyes and her pointer fingers on her eyelids. She then pulled her fingers aside, her eyes widening dramatically. My wife shifted Emmas head back, making her look me in the face. With her large eyes looking unsure, I could feel the orgasm coming.

I start to move quicker, steadying myself to make sure I covered as much of Emmas face as I could. “Uhhhhh” I exclaimed as I start to shoot cum, it’s trajectory leading to her forehead first. I continued cumming so I moved my cock down so I would get her nose and cheeks. My efforts proved successful, working out even better in my favor when the cum on her forehead and nose start to drip onto other areas of her face. Once I finished, my wife held Emma’s head in place and told her to count to 15. Emmas high pitched tone indicated this was very difficult for her.

“Oooone” she let out, the cum from her nose dripping on her lip. Emma froze, doing her best not to gag or react. “Two, three, four” Emma said in quick succession, then stopping. Her throat showed a massive gulp and swallow, then her chest expanded as she took a deep breath and made it to ten without gagging. “Only five left Emma, you’re going to want to win this.” Emmas eyes start to water, “my eyes buuurn” Emma whined. The cum had slid into her eyes. “I would count quicker then” my wife replied. The involuntary tears ran down her cheeks as she said “11, 12-“ a gag start to create up. She almost failed when she swallowed it and completed the fifteen.

My wife grabbed the towel she had handed it to Emma “here, clean your face.” Emma quickly did so, dabbing her face and wiping the cum off. “If you had lost, you would have been tied and left with cum on your face the rest of the day. I want you to remember this. That when you are a good girl, good things follow. When you fail to perform, bad things follow. So good girl” she finished, patting Emma’s head.

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