by Izzy Slam
I sat up in bed and kissed him on the lips, cupping his scruffy face. “It sounds like we have a lot of talking to do. As you know, my birthday is in two days. Join me and my husband for dinner, and we’ll discuss the details. I can’t make any promises, but perhaps we can come to some sort of agreement?”
Mr. Hathaway planted kisses all over my body before inserting three fingers deep in my pussy and massaging my orgasm spot, leaving me instantly breathless.
“I sure hope we can, little slave. Because I plan on owning this, somehow, some way.”
***
Because of the intimate nature of our conversation, and the fact that we were celebrating my 19th birthday, I had urged Pa to reserve a private room at Martha’s Secret—a popular luncheon spot. It was one of the more expensive restaurants near us, but we could afford it with no trouble, thanks to my new career.
Pa had no issues with inviting Mr. Hathaway, given that he was the reason we could afford such a luxurious meal. I was showered with gifts for both myself and the baby, and despite the fact that I was nervous about the upcoming “proposal,” I was still giddy to be spoiled with birthday presents.
Pa had no idea that Mr. Hathaway was planning to ask him if he could own me. The whole thing still seemed preposterous to me, and I knew my husband would say ‘no.’
Just as expected, after my client “popped the question,” explaining things in the same manner as he had done with me just a few days ago, Pa chuckled and said there was no price that was worth losing me.
He took me by the hand and smiled, and I nervously flicked my gaze at Mr. Hathaway, worried he would get up and leave, insulted by our rejection.
“Please understand, I ain’t trying to be—I’m not trying to be rude,” Pa said. I was proud of him for correcting himself. I had been working with him for several months, trying to make him sound more educated than he was. Grammar had always been my strongest subject, even if I didn’t always show it with my pa. I guess we were both trying to sound more educated.
“What my husband means, Mr. Hathaway, is that we appreciate your interest, right, sweetheart?” I gave my pa’s hand a squeeze, and he nodded at my client.
“Yes. We do appreciate your interest. I know Ruth’s value. I know how beautiful she is.”
Mr. Hathaway wiped his mouth with his napkin and pushed his plate aside. “You’re right, Warren. She is beautiful,” he began, clasping his hands on the table and taking a serious tone. “That’s precisely why I want her near me as much as possible. Suppose we work on another arrangement that suits everyone?”
Pa cut another piece of steak and shoved it in his mouth. I wanted to kick him in the leg. His manners at times were atrocious. He looked off in the distance while chewing his food, as if deep in thought. Moments later, he set down his fork and knife before wiping his beard that had grown in full over the winter.
“How about this,” he said. “Ruth and I both move in to your home, but I’ll share her with you. You have her whenever you want—for a generous amount, of course—and I’ll have her whenever I want, seeing that she’s my wife and the mother of my child. I’ll pay you a fair rent, and Ruth will sleep with me.”
I was speechless, and apparently, so was Mr. Hathaway. He rubbed his chin and seemed to be giving it some thought. After letting out a long but manly sigh, he reached his hand across the table.
“We can work out the amount. But … it’s a deal,” Mr. Hathaway said.
Pa took his hand and they shook as Mr. Hathaway leaned across the table and added, “Do what you have to do as quickly as you can. I want her living with me as soon as possible.”
I was flooded with warmth as he stood from the table. I had never felt more desirable than in that moment. Two men wanted me, so much that one was willing to pay money and the other was willing to negotiate in order to keep me in his life.
When Mr. Hathaway left me and Pa alone to discuss things, I leaned in to my husband and kissed his neck as he moaned.
“I guess you want this?”
“Yes, Pa. Very much so.”
I now had two men to take care of me and fuck me silly. My entire world was about to change for the better.
That night as we lay in bed, Pa asked me how I was feeling about everything.
“I’m feeling wonderful about it. And you?”
He chuckled softly. It seemed so odd to me that he could share me with another man and not feel jealous.
“I’m sure we’ll hit a few bumps here and there, but I’m just as happy as you I reckon. I won’t have to kill myself working the farm, hoping and praying we don’t lose another animal or that we have enough eggs to sell. We’ll have a nice roof over our head, and we’ll finally have electricity. And my beautiful bride here will give birth to our son in just a few months. Life is pretty good.”
“Mmm, I couldn’t agree more. Now, when can we move?”
***
~Two Months Later~
Pa was sleeping peacefully when I crawled into bed with him. I had been up half the night cleaning the nursery and making sure everything was in its place. Restless didn’t even begin to describe how I’d felt over the past few weeks. Not to mention I was oversexed all the time.
It didn’t seem to matter that I had two men to satisfy me, one of which I was paid to service on regular occasions. I remained in a constant state of lustful desire, despite the fact that Mr. Hathaway made sure he was attentive to my needs. That was one of the things that made him different from Pa: he wouldn’t quit until I had cum at least three times.
One thing that had changed was Pa’s willingness to fuck me. I’d managed to convince him the baby was fine, and every doctor’s appointment had confirmed that. Since Mr. Hathaway worked during the day, Pa had agreed to letting him have me five nights a week for at least three hours at a time. And since last night was not one of those nights, I was feeling particularly lascivious when I crawled into bed at nearly two a.m., pulling the sheets over my naked, pregnant body and feeling Pa’s warm skin brush mine.
My tummy was so large it was hard to get comfortable, so I rolled onto my side. I ran my fingers along Pa’s cock, not surprised it was soft to the touch. He was sound asleep. But he didn’t stay that way for long. I pulled the sheet down and got on my knees, leaning down to take him in my mouth. It wasn’t easy being eight months along. But the second I sucked the head of his cock past my lips and tasted his yummy manhood, I forgot about that big baby-filled belly of mine.
He began to stiffen before waking up, but when I heard him pull in a deep breath, it wasn’t long before he was moaning and running his hands down the back of my head.
“Ruth? It’s the middle of the night,” he said, his voice groggy.
But his cock grew quickly, so he wasn’t about to protest what I was doing. Without responding, I gripped the base of his shaft and bobbed my head up and down, paying close attention to the bulbous head, now leaking large amounts of thick, salty pre-cum.
“Oh god,” he groaned. “You just never quit, do you?”
He gave a few thrusts, and I giggled, taking him deeper. The tip of his cock rubbed the roof of my mouth, smearing his pre-cum everywhere. I flicked my tongue around the ridge, then swiped it up and down every single vein I could feel.
“Aaahhh, that’s so good, my girl.”
I angled my head and looked up at him as I worked my tongue all up and down his length. I took his ball sack in my hand and fondled it gently as he groaned loudly.
My pussy began to throb as he twitched in my mouth. I knew he was close to cumming, and I needed to feel his seed shoot deep inside my cunt. So, I straddled his lap and slid my wet pussy down over his length.
“Make me cum first, Pa. I need to cum so badly tonight.”
He growled and reached up to my large breasts, cupping them in his rugged hands. “And that’s different from any other night, how?”
“It’s not,” I laughed. “It’s just the same as any other night.”
I rocked my hip
s as he brushed his thumbs along my nipples, forcing them to pucker and leak milk. Warm fluid seeped down the underswell of my breasts as I rode his cock.
He let his hands flow down to my ass and cupped my cheeks as I picked up my pace. I wasn’t in any position to fuck him with speed or with force, but I did the best I could, making sure I sank my cunt all the way down each time.
“Fuck, your pussy is so wet, Ruthie. You’re going to have to cum fast or else I will burst.”
I closed my eyes and leaned forward, placing my palms on his chest as I rocked back and forth. My clit rubbed along the base of his manhood, and within seconds, I saw stars burst in my vision as I came.
Soft pulses of warm fluid jetted from my cunt as it clenched tight around Pa’s girth. He came seconds later, pressing his fingers into the globes of my ass as he emptied himself.
I let him thrust deep inside of me until he was spent, and when he tapped me on the bottom, indicating he was finished, I knew my night had just begun.
I wasn’t nearly satisfied. But there was another man in this house who could do that for me.
I kissed Pa on the cheek. “Go back to sleep. I’m going to take a long, hot bath.”
But it wasn’t a bath I needed or wanted. It was my Master. I needed him to fuck me raw. In fact, I wanted him to fuck me at the same time my husband was fucking me, even if that meant one of them taking me in the ass. I had been thinking about it a lot.
I watched Pa roll over on his side and go back to sleep almost right away. I made my way to the other side of the house where Mr. Hathaway slept in the master suite. Without knocking, I opened the door and made my way to his bed. He wouldn’t mind me joining him, even if it was the middle of the night. I knew him well enough to know this would not be an issue.
I expected to hear his soft snores, but it seemed quieter than I expected. When I felt the edge of his bed, he spoke up.
“Ruth? Is that you?”
“Yes, Master. I wanted to join you for a while tonight.”
“You must have read my mind, little slave. I’ve been stroking my cock for nearly an hour thinking of you.”
I crawled to him, feeling Pa’s cum leaking from my pussy. “An entire hour? And you haven’t released yet?”
He let out a playful chuckle. “I suppose I wanted to save myself for you tomorrow evening. But now that you’re here…”
He flicked on the small lamp next to his bed, creating a soft glow of illumination around us. His eyes seemed to smile at me as I sat up on my knees and removed my robe. His gaze wandered to my full breasts, and he licked his lips as I straddled his lap.
“What would you like tonight? My husband has no idea I’m in here, by the way.”
He raised a brow as he sat up and bunched several pillows behind him. “Ah, so you’re being sneaky and naughty? I like that.”
After leaning forward, he cupped my breasts and sucked one of my nipples past his lips. I felt the stream of fluid jetting from my bud almost instantaneously. A moan of pleasure rumbled up his throat. He did always enjoy drinking me—something that turned me on immensely.
His cock bounced against my cheeks, and I sat up a little to let the head penetrate my opening.
“Wait … I want something different tonight.” His voice, grumbly and lust-filled, made my heart flutter.
“What, Master?”
“Lie down on your side for me.”
Feeling excited, I did as he asked, arching my back to give him easy access to my pussy.
But it wasn’t my pussy he was after.
He lay down behind me and began kissing my shoulder as his hand cupped between my legs. He smeared my juices everywhere—juices that were mostly composed of my husband’s seed.
He smeared them up to my bottom, inserting a finger past my tight ring. “We’ve played this game before, haven’t we, darling?”
I huffed a “yes,” feeling the burn as he stretched me. I enjoyed the sensation, though, and had gotten quite used to cumming while he fingered my rose.
“Well,” he grumbled, sliding his finger out and replacing it with something bigger. Much bigger. “I’m going to put my cock inside that hole and make you feel things a slave deserves to feel.”
I bit my lip as he pushed his way inside me. His hand wandered up to my chest and he fondled my breasts as he kissed my neck. “Mmm, so wonderfully tight…”
“Master…” I whispered.
The deeper he went, the fuller I felt. And when his fingers navigated between my legs and found my clit, I lifted a leg and let out a long groan.
“Oooooh, yesssssss,” I moaned. The pleasure he was giving me helped me relax, and I felt the pop as the head of his cock pushed all the way in.
“Master likes making his slave feel good,” he moaned as his thick member went in deeper.
“Oh!” The pain intensified for a second before relenting, and from there I only felt pleasure.
Mr. Hathaway’s fingers dipped inside my pussy as he began grinding inside my tight ass, his groans filling my ear. “Juicy little slave girl… Master wants you to cum on his hand…”
I bit my lip and moaned as he finger-fucked my tight cunt. Waves of lust washed over me as his cock slid in and out of my bottom, lubed up from my pa’s thick cum that was now covering his fingers.
It felt so good, all of it, being filled in both holes. All I could think about was how good it would feel to be filled with two cocks at once, and the thought of it sent me over the edge. I felt my pussy throb and my tight sphincter contract as an intense orgasm washed over me. Even my belly was bouncing in time with my hard cum.
“Oh yes,” Mr. Hathaway murmured in my ear. “That’s my horny little slave. Cumming from being fucked in both holes. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me and your husband at once?”
“Ooooohhhh,” I moaned. My body thrashed as I continued to cum. “Yes, Master. I would love that…”
He thrust into me hard and deep just then, groaning loudly as he emptied his balls inside my ass. His fingers curled inside my pussy and he worked out the last few remnants of my intense orgasm. My nipples were leaking everywhere as my entire body was responding to the invasion inside of both holes. I huffed and bucked as his cock and hands claimed their ownership on me, working me over until I could hardly breathe.
Several moments later, his cock slipped out of me, but Mr. Hathaway held me in his tight embrace, placing soft kisses all over my neck and shoulders. “I’m going to make sure you’re always taken care of, no matter what, my little slave.”
I smiled and nearly drifted off to sleep, not worrying about what would happen if Pa woke up and found me missing. Fortunately, I didn’t have to suffer the consequences of that. Mr. Hathaway helped me get in and out of the bath to wash off his scent, then followed me down the hallway to make sure I got back to my room.
“Sleep in tomorrow, darling. I have the feeling you’ll need it.”
I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my forehead and disappeared. He was right. I was exhausted. And sleeping in was just what I needed.
I drifted off that night, wondering if it were possible to love two men at once.
***
The next morning when I woke up, I was in bed alone. I wasn’t bothered by it. Pa usually got up before me. But I normally heard him when he rose. This time, I must have been so tired I slept through it.
I pulled on my silk robe and opened the curtains. It was already a beautiful spring day with the sun shining and the birds chirping and … Mr. Hathaway’s car still sitting in the driveway. Odd.
Concerned that he was ill, I rushed to his bedroom, but he wasn’t there. So, I made my way downstairs, only to find my husband sitting on the sofa, naked as a jaybird and with an erection larger than life. He was leaning on one elbow and stroking his length seductively.
“Morning, girl. How about a little something special to start my day?”
I admit I felt conflicted. The sight of his turgid cock made my blood pump, but I was still concerned a
bout the man I had gotten used to calling ‘Master.’
“Where is Mr. Hathaway?” I asked. Raising a brow, Pa was obviously curious as to why I would ask such a question at such an odd time. “I saw his car in the driveway. Is he ill?”
He stopped tugging at his length. “No, Ruth. He’s fine. Just taking care of a few things before going into work.”
“Oh, good,” I said, relieved.
Pa curled a finger at me. “Come here, right this instant.”
I untied the sash around my waist, letting my robe fall down. I padded across the floor, feeling extra pregnant today for some odd reason. Pa stretched out on the sofa and gripped the base of his cock, forcing it to turn bright red. “Get on top so I can fuck that perfect pussy.”
Not wanting to argue, I wedged a knee between two of the back cushions, placing the other one next to Pa, and sank down on his crotch, letting his cock fill me all the way. He grabbed onto my ass and pushed inside of me even deeper.
My round belly rubbed against his strong abs, and I held myself upright by placing my palms on his chest as he began driving in and out of me. I closed my eyes and reveled in the lust that was burning through my veins.
“Yes …” I murmured. “That’s so good…”
Pa’s deep voice filled the room as he fucked me. I leaned forward a bit more so that his cock would rub me just the right way, when I heard footsteps behind us. For a moment, I thought it might be the butler. Not that I would have cared.
But when I turned my head and saw Mr. Hathaway holding his enormous and erect cock out in front of him, I nearly came undone.
I darted my gaze at my pa, and he was smiling. “I heard you want us both at once.”
I lowered my face to his and kissed him with passion.
“Guess that answers that question,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my head.
“I think it’s safe to assume we both want to fill your holes, Ruth,” Mr. Hathaway said as he got situated on the sofa behind us.
His hands quickly covered my ass, and I arched my back as much as I comfortably could. I could hear the slicky wet sounds of his hand moving along his erection, so I assumed he had coated himself with petroleum jelly as a lubricant.