"I want you to be a good girl for me, Mary," Jason whispered in her ear.
The warmth of his breath on her neck sent a shiver down Mary's spine and she was covered in goosebumps. She nodded her head slowly.
Jason gave Marcus a wink as he climbed off of the bed. He grabbed Marcus by the shoulders and pulled him over to face Mary. Jason squeezed Marcus’ shoulders as if he was preparing him for a battle.
He leaned forward and hissed in Marcus' ear; "Hit her."
Marcus snapped his head around and stared at Jason with a confused expression. Jason gave him a reassuring nod, but Marcus was still unsure so Jason gave him a slight push. He stumbled towards Mary as she sat in blind anticipation.
“What are you waiting for?” Jason yelled. “Hit her!”
Marcus lifted his hand up and held it there as the fear made him shake wildly. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and brought his hand down swiftly. It hurt when the palm of his hand collided with Mary's cheek and the sound echoed along the walls of the room. It was a hard slap but not hard enough.
“Again!” Jason demanded. “Don't hold back this time.”
Marcus sighed. He didn't want to hit her, not again. He stared at the red mark on her cheek where his palm had slapped against her skin and shook his head at Jason.
Jason did his best to contain his anger, but no one says no to him. He'll make Marcus do as he is told.
"She wants you to do it, Marcus," Jason spoke softly. "Isn't that right, Mary?" Jason's voice was sweet and soothing. It was one of the gifts Jason used to get people to do what he wanted them to.
Mary nodded her head and forced a smile.
“You see. She's a bad girl and needs to be punished.” Jason said.
“I'm a very bad girl.” Mary moaned in agreement. “Please punish me.”
The way Mary spoke made Marcus grow again. His dick got hard as she begged him to hurt her and he couldn't resist it any longer. He lifted his hand and hit her again then he lifted his other hand a slapped her on the other cheek. Mary gasped and then squealed as his hands left her with a burning sensation.
Marcus panted and shook his hands out to get rid of the stinking feeling. His blood was rushing to his head as he was filled with excitement. He couldn't believe the thrill he got from hitting Mary and how hard it made his dick.
"Keep going," Jason whispered.
Marcus did as he was told and slapped Mary again. He brought his hand down on her faster and harder. Three times on the left cheek and three times on the right cheek. Then again. Mary cried out each time Marcus hit her and he found himself loving the sound.
“More!” Jason yelled out.
Jason's breathing quickened as he watched. He was drooling and growling at the sight. It took all his willpower not to throw Marcus aside and hit Mary himself. Jason always liked being rough with Mary and she enjoyed it when he hit her. This was the first time Jason had let someone else touch his wife, let alone hit her, and he was enjoying it more than he expected.
Marcus' hands were starting to hurt so much he couldn't hit Mary anymore. His arms were weak and he was gasping for air. He looked back at Jason and saw the disappointment on his face.
“Are you done already?” Jason asked.
He walked forward and moved Marcus out of the way. Jason untied the strap around Mary's wrists, but he kept the blindfold on. Jason stroked his wife's red cheeks as he helped her get up on to her feet.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” Jason asked her softly.
She nodded and Jason spun her around and pushed her down onto the bed. Mary's face was buried in the sheets while Jason lifted her knees on to the edge of the bed. Jason pulled Mary's arms back and made her split her ass open. He placed his open hand in front of Mary's mouth.
“Spit,” he ordered her.
Mary responded immediately and spat out in front of her. Jason rubbed the spit up and down his dick until it was coated nicely, then he spread the rest of it around Mary's asshole. Jason forced his dick inside of her and she cried out. She tightened around him and he dug his nails into her wrist.
Jason rammed his dick into Mary's ass as hard as he could while she continued to squeeze tighter around him. After a few strokes, she started to loosen up and Jason went faster. The pain was replaced with pleasure and Mary was moaning for more.
Marcus watched closely, but he made sure not to touch himself. He wanted to wait until Jason was finished so Marcus could have his turn. He knew that watching Jason fuck Mary would keep him hard enough.
Mary had been holding her ass open so Jason could fuck her easily but her hands slipped when he rammed into her. She dug her nails into the sheets and screamed. Jason forced his dick deep and held it there.
“Fuck it,” he demanded.
Mary lifted herself up onto her forearms and started rocking back and forth. She went slowly at first but pushed into him hard making sure his dick went deep inside her. Jason placed his hands on her hips and helped her rock into him faster. The sound of Mary's ass slapping against him drove Marcus crazy.
“Harder!” Jason growled. “Fuck me harder.”
Mary groaned and did her best to obey. She rammed back into Jason so hard that he nearly stumbled backward.
“Yes!” Jason yelled.
His dick throbbed and his balls pulled tight. Mary squeezed tight around the head of his dick as she forced it deep into her ass. She was going to make him cum. Jason tried to hold himself back, but it was too late.
He pushed her away from him and grabbed hold of his throbbing dick. Jason held Mary there while he rubbed his hand up and down his shaft. Jason flinched every time his hand went over his head and back down. Jason moaned loudly as he let go of what he was holding in this whole time. He squirted his hot cum all over Mary's ass.
Marcus drooled, he wished it was his cum Mary was covered with. It ran over her sweaty skin and dripped to the bed. Marcus' hand twitched as he tried not to grab his dick and jerk off at the sight.
Jason's legs felt weak as he backed away from Mary and sat down in the wooden chair. He cleaned himself off and pulled his pants back up.
"Get me a whip," Jason told Marcus.
Marcus rushed off and grabbed one of the whips hanging from the wall. He ran back to Jason as quickly as possible, holding the whip out in front of him. Jason took it from him and walking towards his wife.
“We're not done yet, are we, Mary?” Jason asked.
Mary took her blindfold off and turned to face her husband. She looked at him with a smile on her face and in her eyes.
“We're not?” she said, confused.
Jason crawled onto the bed and pushed his face close to hers. They stared deeply into each other's eyes.
“We haven't made our new friend cum yet," Jason said as he flashed a smile at Marcus.
Mary smiled at him and looked back to Jason.
“We can't have that,” she said.
“No, we can't. Now get down on your stomach."
Mary did what Jason asked her to and Jason pushed her down just to make sure. Mary laid face down on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. Marcus pulled the chair closer and he sat down in front of Mary.
Marcus held his dick up and Mary took it in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his shaft tightly so his dick didn't fall out of her mouth. Jason pulled her arms behind her back and tied them there with one of the leather straps.
"That's a good girl," Jason whispered to her.
Mary started moving her head up and down as ran her tongue in circles around Marcus’ dick. He breathed deeply and groaned in pleasure. He looked down and watched his dick push into her cheek and down her throat. Mary moved her lips up and down his shaft fast and licked his head. She let her spit run down his dick and coat it.
Jason watched her for a while as he twirled the leather strips of the whip around his fingers. Mary opened her mouth and gasped for breath. When Marcus’ dick dropped out of her mouth, Jason lashed the whip across her ba
re ass. Mary gasped at the stink and quickly put Marcus’ dick back in her mouth.
“Faster,” Jason ordered Mary with another light lash of the whip.
Jason made sure not to hit hard enough to leave a mark on her ass. Mary always had a beautiful ass and he wanted to keep it that way. Every time Mary let Marcus’ dick fall from her mouth, Jason reacted quickly with the whip.
Marcus’ dick began throbbing and he arched his back thrusting his dick down Mary's throat. He was getting close and it was making him want to thrust his hips forward. He fucked Mary's throat as she did her best to keep a hold of his dick.
She breathed heavily through her nose as Marcus forced his dick up and down her throat. He stood up and flipped Mary over on to her back and stuck his dick even deeper into her mouth. Jason stepped back in shock and watched Marcus throat fuck his wife.
Jason liked to think he was a good teacher and a great role model. To see Marcus taking control and fucking like a real man filled Jason with pride. His job was done, so Jason just leaned back and watched.
Marcus leaned his head back and started moaning louder and louder. He was cumming and Mary gagged as she felt it run down her throat. Marcus groaned deeply as he thrust his hips forward gently. He made sure Mary swallowed every single dropped of his cum before he pulled his dick out.
Marcus collapsed on to the chair as Mary sat up and took a deep breath. She grabbed at the air as if she hadn't been able to breathe the whole night. Jason smiled down at his wife.
"You've been such a good girl tonight," Jason said to Mary.
He strolled towards her slowly. Jason always walked with determination and every step he took had a purpose. Mary would get wet whenever she saw the sexy look Jason gave her when he wanted her. Her heart raced and the blood rushed to her head.
Jason crawled across the bed towards Mary and she felt like she couldn't breathe. He ran his hand over her body. He hovered over the skin, but he didn't touch her. Mary felt weak and she laid back. All she wanted was for Jason to touch her. Mary felt like she would die if she didn't feel his touch right now. Jason continued to tease her by leaning forward and breathing on her skin.
He kissed her thigh and ran his tongue along her skin up towards her core. He lifted himself up just before her clitoris and went back down. He kissed her other thigh and licked upwards again.
Mary moaned in pain and begged him to stop teasing her. Jason touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue and licked upwards. Mary gasped at the feeling of his wet tongue on her. Jason did it again and let his tongue move up slowly before pulling it back into his mouth.
She tasted sweet and he liked it. Mary grabbed hold of the sheets with one hand and used the other to push Jason's face into her. She closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his tongue running up and down her clitoris.
Jason was the best at eating women out. Mary squeezed her thighs together, blocking Jason's ears, but he could still hear her moaning. Jason licked up the juices coming out of her pussy and started going faster. Her legs started to shake and she arched her back. Mary pulled on her husband's hair as her body began to shudder all over.
Jason reached his hands up and grabbed hold of her breasts. He massaged them roughly, digging his nails into her skin. Mary didn't notice the pain over the pleasure his tongue was giving her. She was so wet and ready to cum.
Jason turned the fast, small strokes of his tongue across her clitoris into long, slow ones and she responded with a loud gasp. Mary started breathing faster and moaning louder.
“Yes!” she breathed.
Marcus was watching intently, he felt like he was getting hard again and he could cum a second time. Jason really was a Sex God and Marcus was lucky to be able to learn from him.
“I'm going to cum,” Mary moaned.
She was ready and just as the pleasure mounted up and she was about to orgasm, Jason stopped. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth and lifted his head up to look at his wife. She groaned in disapproval and begged him to continue, but Jason shook his head.
“Not in front of the kid,” he said.
Marcus exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Jason climbed off the bed while his wife rolled around as the feelings disappeared. She was so close and the pleasure was denied, but it still felt so good.
Jason wrapped his arm around Marcus' shoulder.
"Let us go get a beer and let my wife clean herself up," Jason suggested.
Marcus smiled widely and nodded in agreement. Jason turned and blew a kiss at Mary as they walked up the stairs and left the room.
Mary cleaned herself up as best she could and got dressed. She went upstairs and found Marcus was gone and Jason was drinking a beer all on his own.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, honey," Jason spoke. His back was turned to Mary, but somehow, he knew she was there. "We will do it again soon. Don't worry."
“Of course," Mary said.
She walked up to Jason and sat down on his lap. Jason flinched as he felt her weight on his still sensitive dick.
“Can I get you another beer?” Mary asked.
Jason shook his head. “Not right now.”
Mary gave him a smile and got up. She headed to the kitchen to start cooking dinner and remembered the shopping bags were still at the door. So, she walked back into the lounge to fetch them.
“I know I didn't completely satisfy you earlier," Jason said as she came back into the room. "However, once I'm ready to go again and you show me how much you really want it, then tonight I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever had."
Mary tried to hide her excitement as she nodded her head and gave Jason a sheepish smile.
“I look forward to pleasing you again,” she said.
Jason gave her a tap on the ass as she walked past her to get the shopping bags and another one when she walked back to the kitchen.
Jason's plan might have worked. It would only take a few more sessions with Marcus to get his wife used to it, but he would do it. Mary would know that she was there for his pleasure and she would always do her best to make sure it stayed that way.
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He came to the beach every day, his ebony body a vision of sculpted perfection befitting a Nubian prince. His hair was close-cropped to his skull, his sculpted muscles rippling in sensual rhythm with each movement. Approaching the shore on a small, brightly painted motorboat, he dragged the boat onto the pristine, sugar-white sand and hauled out a net bag bulging with shells.
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bsessed with the ancient culture. He too was an only child, his parents a British diplomat and a renowned pianist. He’d developed his passion for Egypt when his father was attached to the Cairo embassy throughout most of Josh’s childhood. Though his father was transferred to the embassy in Athens when Josh entered university, Josh remained in Cairo to finish his studies.
It was five years after graduation that he met Kendra on a dig in Thebes. The attraction was instantaneous, and Josh’s golden looks starkly contrasted Kendra’s creamy, freckled complexion, mellow amber eyes, and shock of carrot-red hair. Josh had the slim physique of a runner, while Kendra’s softy curvaceous figure mimicked that of a ripe pear. While Josh tanned easily, Kendra had to constantly avoid getting sunburnt in the unforgiving climate.
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She was fond of edging, which brought her to the verge of coming until she was trembling, aching, and drenched in sweat. Sometimes it took only a fleeting touch to elicit a shattering orgasm, but to prolong her pleasure, she often fucked herself with the rounded handle of her hairbrush by thrusting it deeply inside her pussy, imagining that it was a thick cock pounding her.
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