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Rachel's Wish, Part III

The night of Jim's visit arrives.

Rachel woke Saturday morning when Marcus’s body shifted beside her. Slowly, she stretched and took inventory of her naked body. The friction from the sheet brushed against her erect nipples, still sore from the clamps Marcus had used on her the night before. Some soreness in her thighs reminded her she’d been well used. She turned toward her lover, who met her gaze and stroked her cheek.

“Good morning,” Marcus whispered, he laid his arm on the mattress so she could move closer. She loved the feel of Marcus’s well-defined muscles against her and the way he invited her into his arms. He held her tight enough that she knew he could do anything he wanted to her, but with a gentleness that assured her, he’d never betray that trust.

Rachel snuggled into Marcus, her breasts pressed into his side just enough to awaken the memory of delicious pain from Marcus’s rough tugs. He moved her arm so it rested on his stomach and lowered the sheet slightly, so he could see her upper body. The air from the ceiling fan above hit her skin, which erupted in goosebumps. The burst of cold heightened her slowly building arousal. She began to stroke Marcus’s stomach, playing her fingers over his tout abdominals and traced the trail of hairs down to his pelvis.

“Fuck, baby,” Marcus breathed. The words were too gentle, too loving at first, so she teased more. Silently communicating her needs. The submissive in her made it impossible to speak more clearly. She wanted to please her daddy, which meant letting daddy control their lovemaking. He’d been clear that she was not to initiate sex, that he’d give her what he wanted to give her when he wanted to give it. Which so far had been frequent and immensely satisfying.

Rachel closed her eyes and listened to the uneven hitch of daddy’s breath. The sheet below his waist lifted slightly, and Marcus moved her hand away from his thickening cock. “You’re so sexy Rachel,” Marcus hooked a hand under her chin and raised it towards him, meeting her lips with a hard kiss. Yes, she liked where this was going. Very much so. The pressure deepened even still, and she reached again for Marcus’s straining cock.

When she’d nearly run out of breath, Marcus ended their kiss. “Fuck, such a little tease this morning. I had something very special planned today for our friend’s visit tonight, and you’ve got Daddy all worked up.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Rachel cooed playfully. She liked pushing the envelope as they tested this new dynamic between them. Thus far, Marcus had not reacted to her disobedience other than playful smacks on her butt.  

“No, you’re not. But you will be. Stand up.”

Rachel’s pulse raced at Marcus’s harsh tone. She scrambled to her feet. Marcus soon joined her, walked her to their bathroom, and turned her toward the mirror. “Put your hands on the vanity and spread your legs apart.”

Rachel did as she was told, her blood thrumming, the anticipation almost too much to take. She pushed her ass out in invitation. Suddenly, Marcus’s hand reached around her and smacked between her legs hard. She yelped in surprise and straightened her spine, although the feeling was pleasant enough, the change in Marcus’s body language stole her breath. His face tightened, and his body tensed, as though he were genuinely aggravated.

“Such a little slut aren’t you? Look at you.”  Marcus grasped a handful of Rachel’s hair and used it to force her to look in the mirror. “Look at this bald pussy just aching for my cock. You teased daddy on purpose, didn’t you?  After I told you no.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“I tell you to spread your legs and you arch your back like a little whore. Is that what you want?  Do you want to be used?  Do you want to be treated like a fuckdoll?  Tell daddy the truth.”

“Yes, daddy. Use me, please.”

Marcus smacked Rachel’s pussy again, harder than the first time and yanked her head back roughly by her hair. “Such a dirty little slut,”  Marcus groaned into Rachel’s ear. His breath hot against her skin. His desire pressed hard against her ass. “I would use you this morning, but it would just reward your bad behavior. Who owns these holes?”  He dipped two fingers into her dripping cunt and thrust his cock along the crease of her ass.

Rachel cried out as Marcus’s fingers impaled her. “Fuck,” she breathed and closed her eyes, losing herself to the sensation and Marcus’s words.

Another rough yank of her hair forced her eyes back open. “Look at yourself, slut. Look at how wet daddy’s fingers are when they slide into you. Only a whore would be turned on by this. But you love it, don’t you? Love being daddy’s bad little slut.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Tell me you love it,”  Marcus commanded.

“I love it,” she cried as Marcus added a third finger into her and thrust beyond his knuckles.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Oh, God. It’s yours, daddy.”

“And I say what goes inside here, right?”

“Yes,” Rachel screamed as he added friction to her clit sending her so close to the edge she closed her eyes again.

“Open your eyes, Rachel. I want you to know that this is daddy’s and I decide when and how I want to use you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy,”  Rachel writhed, “Oh, God. Daddy, I’m so close.”

“Don’t you dare cum, little slut.”

Rachel moved to relieve the friction on her clit, but Marcus noticed and stroked her harder until she couldn’t hold back any longer. One her first cry of spiraling pleasure, Marcus withdrew his hand from her throbbing pussy, denying her mid-orgasm, and forced her down to the counter. Pushing her cheek into the smooth granite countertop and holding her where she could see him in the mirror. “Be still,” Marcus barked. “I was going to give this to you, but disobedient sluts don’t get their daddy’s load.”

With his free hand, he stroked his cock and exploded on her back. Rachel cried out at seeing her daddy’s displeasure and knowing she’d disobeyed him by orgasming against his wishes. Shame rocketed through her. When Marcus recovered, he took her hair and again roughly guided her back to their bed. “Lay on your stomach.”

Rachel knelt on the bed and let Marcus’s rough hand push her flat on her stomach. He reached up to free the hand restraints on the side of the bed and clasped her wrists into them. Producing a blindfold from the bedside table, he tied it around her eyes until she could no longer see or move easily. Then nothing—no words, no touch—for several long minutes she could feel only the cold air of the ceiling fan drying the wet semen coating her ass and back.

“Marcus,” Rachel whined.

“Silence, slut,” Marcus commanded. “You will lay there and take your punishment. I have a friend coming tonight, and I can’t have my little toy not following my commands. I was planning on using you all day and keeping you on the edge so that when I fuck you in front of Jim, he will see what an obedient slut I’ve trained. But now I think I need to cancel altogether. What if you embarrassed me in front of our guest?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good.”

A hard smack landed on her ass. “I own you, slut.”  Marcus smacked her ass again in the same spot, and she arched off the bed.

He’d never spanked her like that before. The realization sunk in. Marcus was no longer going through the motions, he was completely dominating her. The thought should have terrified her, but it didn’t. It lit her body on fire. She didn’t know what to expect, and that was precisely what she needed from her lover. Exactly what she craved. The decision was out of her hands.

Jim was coming, and Marcus expected her to be a good, trained obedient submissive. Marcus’s blows came hard and fast on her backside. This punishment was real. His disappointment in her was too. But she took each blow he gave her and loved it even as she cried from the overwhelming pent-up release.

When Marcus was done, he left her blindfolded and restrained to shower. Rachel could feel the dried semen and her inflamed skin. The image of herself as a used toy aroused her. She wondered if Marcus would leave her there until Jim arrived?  Invite him to view her and maybe even add his load to Marcus’s.

Perhaps they would enjoy their dinner without her, only entering the bedroom to occasionally be serviced by Marcus’s fucktoy. The fantasy sent a flood of sensations straight to her pussy. She lifted her hips seeking friction on the mattress. Suddenly a new hard smack landed on her ass.

“Ow!,” she screamed. Marcus laughed, and Rachel felt the joy in his voice and the knowledge that she’d pleased him with her cries relaxed her. A tug on her wrist and she was freed from her restraints, and her blindfold was removed. Rachel blinked at the image of Marcus sitting on the bed, naked, fresh from his shower.

“Did you learn your lesson?”  Marcus asked and pulled her to a sitting position.

Rachel nodded.

“Did you enjoy your punishment?”

Rachel shook her head.

“Really?  Don’t lie to daddy.”

“I liked when you laughed, and I like that you punished me for real this time. My spankings hurt a lot, and I didn’t like that you pulled out of me before I finished.”

“Good,” he smiled. “Go look in the mirror.”

Rachel stood, her legs a little shaky as she took her first steps. She made her way to the mirror and Marcus followed her.

“Turn around,”  Marcus ordered.

Rachel gasped as she caught the reflection of her backside. Both cheeks were bright, cherry red and had visible handprints. Marcus smiled as he admired his work, pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing them hard. “Put on your lace thong—the yellow one. Take a picture of your ass.”

Rachel grabbed her panties from the dresser and pulled them on. She used Marcus’s phone to snap a picture and brought the phone to him.

Marcus smiled. “Good girl. Now, daddy ran your bath. Go kneel in the tub, with your hands behind your head, and spread your legs for me. You are not to touch yourself. We’re going to make sure you don’t embarrass daddy again.”

Rachel eased herself into the too hot water and spread her legs as far as the tub allowed. The hot water stung against her inflamed skin, and her aching pussy throbbed. She lifted her hands behind her head to show Marcus her obedience and waited.

Marcus entered the bathroom and paced back and forth in front of the tub, scrutinizing her in a way that heightened her desire. “Does your ass hurt?”

“Yes,” Rachel answered.

“Were you a bad girl?”

“Yes,” she said again.

“Tell me why,”  Marcus commanded and took a seat on the edge of the tub.

“Because I came without your permission.”

“Whose permission?”

“Daddy’s,” Rachel said. The term carried a new weight this time. The way he positioned her like a lover but scolded her in an almost a fatherly tone. For the first time, she let daddy take her to an almost child-like place of submission.

“Good girl.”  He patted her head, building on her fantasy. Marcus lifted a wash rag, soaped it and ran it over her body. He removed the semen from her back and caressed her shoulders. Taking his time to work over the front of her body, over her breasts, and down her belly.

“Your body is precious to me,” Marcus said as he bathed her. “I wasn’t sure at first, but since you asked me to do this for you, I realized I can give you exactly what you want. I love you, and you’ve trusted me to be your daddy and to take care of you.”

“Thank you, daddy.”

Marcus smiled as he continued, “sometimes you have so much going on and you put so much pressure on yourself to be perfect,  but when you are home…. Being a good lover for me….  This is for daddy to handle. He knows what’s best for his little slut.”

Rachel met Marcus’s eyes, and that’s when she knew he got it. She needed to be stripped of her responsibilities. She needed him to take full control of her. “Yes, daddy.”

“So if I want to make you rest, then that’s what I’ll do. And if I want to give you new sexual experiences or help you feel like you’ve been perfect for me, that your body was made to give me pleasure… This is my responsibility. That is why you don’t initiate sex. Daddy knows when his girl needs to rest up for special surprises, but he has trouble saying no sometimes too. Do you understand?”

Rachel nodded.

“Good. I love doing this for you.”  He stroked a finger over her clit, and she fell back into the water. “No, love. Up.”  He commanded and stroked hard over her clit again, teasing her just enough to drive her crazy, but not enough to make her come. He washed her most intimate parts. When she was done being bathed, he wrapped her in a towel.

“Bend over the counter.”

Rachel followed her instructions, and Marcus left the room and returned with a medium size butt plug. He lubed it gently and lifted the towel.

Rachel moaned as he placed her plug and tapped it over her still inflamed skin. “This should remind you to be a good girl. I have surprises for you later, so no touching yourself while you are away from me.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. Where was she going?

“I made you an appointment for your salon. I’ve spoken to your stylist and explained how I want your hair and makeup done. Then you are to go get a pedicure and manicure. Bright red polish, please. Daddy is going to prepare dinner for our guest. You are to go to your appointments, but first, we need to take a few more pictures.”  He pulled up his phone and showed her the one of her in her lace thong she’s taken before her bath.

“Jim liked your picture. Look what he wrote to me—”

Rachel stared down at the group chat with her picture. Jim had messaged Marcus,  Your little slut’s training is coming along so well. Can’t wait to see you both tonight.

 “Who are all those other people?”

“How do you think I learned how to keep my little slut in line so fast?  Jim has introduced me to some other daddies. They have pretty little sluts too, but I said mine was the most beautiful. Particularly when her ass is red and plugged up. Now bend over so I can show you off.”

A thrill of her naughty pictures being traded to strange men was not nearly as rewarding as Marcus’s grin. It was clear he was proud of her, and she loved honoring him with obedience. She placed a knee on the bed and allowed Marcus to pose her. “Good girl. You look like the perfect fuckdoll. Now on your knees, looking up at me. Some of the guys want to see my pet’s titties.”  He snapped a picture and said, “Good girl. Now lay on your back and spread your legs.”

Marcus took more pictures of her and then told her to get dressed. She was denied a bra. “I want you to keep you aroused, and I know you like men looking at you. They will all see your nipples through this shirt and think what a little whore you are, but you aren’t to speak to any of them while you are out. If anyone tries to talk to you, you give them my phone number, and I’ll handle it.”

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Dressed in a thin white t-shirt and jean shorts, Rachel arrived at her first appointment. Her stylist gave her a strange look but said little as he washed and dried her hair and styled it in long flowing curls. Next, a cosmetologist prepared her makeup. She gave her smokey eyes, heavy on liner, false lashes and bright red lips. She had her nails painted, bright red as Marcus requested. Only one man approached her, and she’d given Marcus’s number as instructed.

When she arrived home, Marcus had dinner started. He acknowledged her with a whistle, and she smiled at his over-the-top compliments. “Fuck, baby. You are so hot. If I weren’t in the middle of dinner, I’d fuck you senseless.”

“Daddy,” Rachel moaned. The plug had been rubbing her insides, a constant tease keeping her in a near constant state of arousal. “Please,” she begged.

“Not yet, love. You have a dress and new lingerie on the bed. I want it on you before Jim arrives. You may take your plug out now that you’re home.”

Rachel glanced at the clock. Their guest would be arriving in fifteen minutes. On her way out of the room, Marcus’s phone dinged.

In the bedroom, she sized up the red dress, a size smaller than she usually wore, and the black lace thong, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings.  Just looking at them made her feel slutty. Marcus entered the room as she was stripping her clothes.

“On your knees, slut,”  Marcus said from behind her.

She turned and saw Marcus with his cock out.

“I thought I was getting dressed, daddy?”

“You need to get me off first. And hurry up, because if you don’t finish and get dressed before Jim arrives, you’ll be punished.”

Rachel lowered to her knees, and Marcus thrust himself unmercifully down her throat taking great pleasure in smearing her red lipstick. A flash captured her mouth stretched wide around Marcus’s cock. He came with a groan down her throat and helped her to her feet.

“Fuck, baby. You are just too hot like that. I couldn’t wait. Get dressed. I’m going to send this picture to the man who messaged me about you. He seemed to like your sexy tits. I thought he should get a better look at them when I remind him you are my fucktoy.”

Rachel scrambled to dress, regretting she couldn’t take the time to enjoy the feel of her silk stockings rolling up her thigh. She loved the way she looked in thigh high stockings. She thought about all the pictures Marcus was taking and sharing of her. It excited her to know that complete strangers would see her being used and know she was owned by Marcus. She couldn’t wait to know what the in-person version of that felt like.

The thought of what was to come sent a surge of arousal up her spine. She squeezed her pelvic muscles, feeling the thick plug buried inside her ass and reminding herself not to touch what was rightfully daddies. Her obedience made her smile.

She removed her plug before changing her panties and secured her stocking to her garter belt. Her ass felt empty and stretched, and she closed her eyes wondering if Jim or Marcus would be filling it back up soon. She slipped on her dress, forgoing a bra because Marcus had not provided one for her. The dress squeezed her tightly, and her breasts spilled out of the top. If she moved wrong, her nipples would show.

She glanced in the mirror just as the doorbell rang. With her lipstick smeared, she looked like a cheap whore, the furthest she’d ever felt from her buttoned-up, conservative professional attire. God, Marcus really knew what he was doing. She was in the perfect state of mind to entertain company.

She entered the living room expecting a reaction from Jim, but he sat on the couch, chatting with Marcus as though he hadn’t noticed her. She thought about what Marcus would want her to do and froze in place. When Marcus acknowledged her presence with a look, she cast her eyes down to the floor.

“Such a beautiful toy, Marcus, even with that mess smeared across her mouth,”  Jim spoke without looking at her. “I see she has been used today already.”

Marcus laughed. “Yes, I couldn’t wait and put her on her knees moments before you arrived. She takes my cock so well. No longer even gags. But don’t worry, she is anxious to show off for you.”

“Is that so?  She just stands there. Not even a kiss for her daddy.”

Marcus nodded. “Yes, I’ve been working with her on waiting for my commands. She can be an impatient slut. She has been trained to defer to me completely.”

Jim nodded, and Rachel got a rush from his detached approval.

“Come here, Rachel. Sit on daddy’s lap.”

Rachel walked toward Marcus, her eyes remained cast down. She lowered herself to her lap and as she feared her right nipple slipped out of her dress. “Place your arms around my neck and spread your legs.”

Rachel reached up, freeing her other nipple from her dress and clasped her hands behind her lover's neck. He nudged her legs wide apart which hitched her dress up revealing her garter belt and the top of her hosiery. In that position, she was on full display for their guest.

Jim cleared his throat and made a show out of adjusting his cock. Rachel’s cheeks brightened.

“Isn’t she lovely?”  Jim said to Marcus. “May I touch her?”

Marcus nodded his permission and pulled Rachel’s legs further apart. “Rub her cunt. She’s been denied all day.”

Jim reached under her dress, and Rachel gasped as Jim pushed her panties aside and slid his fingers into her. She looked at Marcus and kept his gaze as Jim stroked her pussy. The way Marcus held her open for him, nothing had ever made her feel more owned.

She closed her eyes as she bit back the moan she desperately needed to release. Suddenly the tight grip of her nipple caused her to cry out.

Jim laughed. “Oh, that’s fun. Look how she responds to her daddy’s touch.”

“Yes. She loves it. Such a good little slut for me.”  Marcus squeezed her other exposed nipple painfully tight and twisted it slightly. Small jolts of electricity rocketed through her, and Jim’s thumb worked her swollen clit. “I’m thinking of getting them pierced.”

“Look how she bites her lip. Have you taught her orgasm control?”

Marcus laughed again. “We are working on that. She’s still learning.”

“Do you want to come, slut?”  Jim asked her, and she looked at Marcus. Jim laughed. “Oh, my. Looks like you have taught her well enough to seek permission. Very nice.”

“I think our guest would like to hear you beg.”

“Please, daddy,” Rachel cried, the constant pressure on her nipples and clit ratcheted up her need to climax to an almost painful level. “Please. I want to come so bad. Please.”  Rachel pleaded, almost near tears.

“That’s enough,”  Marcus laughed, and Rachel groaned the loss of their hands. “I think we should give her a break. Would you like to relieve yourself with my toy, Jim?  I can make her mouth available to you while I dish up the meal.”

Jim stroked a finger over Rachel’s swollen lips. “Such a generous offer. Thank you, Marcus.”  

Jim lowered his zipper and freed his fat cock from his pants. Marcus nodded his approval.

“Oh, you weren’t lying. I’m glad I placed the larger plug. She likes her hair pulled. Please do be careful to not come on her face. I plan to use that hole myself again.”

“Of course.”  Rachel was told to stand from Marcus’s lap and then pushed to her knees again. She stole a quick glance at Marcus before Jim pulled her head down to his crotch. Jim continued to talk to Marcus as he savagely used her throat.  

Rachel struggled to adjust to Jim’s thickness. Her jaw ached, and Jim kept steady pressure on the back of her head as he lifted his hips. She gagged, and Jim continued without sparing her breath.

“What a good slut,” Jim moaned. “Yeah. I like it when you gag, darling. Don’t be shy now.”

“Finish soon, I’m hungry.”  Marcus laughed again heartedly, and before Rachel could prepare for it, the bitter flood of Jim’s release spilled into her mouth.

Jim barely acknowledged Rachel as he zipped up and moved to the table, complementing Marcus on the presentation.

“Slut, join us.”  Marcus encouraged.

Rachel stood and straightened her dress. “No,” Marcus corrected. He apologized to Jim. “She’s still learning. Come like that. I want Jim to admire my toy. Don’t hide the best parts.”

Rachel sat at the table, her dress askew. Her nipples exposed. Her long hair messed from Jim’s hands and her makeup smeared. During the meal, Jim and Marcus conversed about her training. Jim offering punishment tips and his assessment of her cock sucking skills and whether a gag reflex was desirable or not. When he’d finished eating, Marcus pulled back from the table and commanded Rachel closer.

Rachel felt Jim’s eyes on her as Marcus lifted her dress, unhooked her garter straps, and pushed her panties down. “Take out my cock, and sit on it.”

Rachel knew this was the moment that Marcus intended to push her limits. Introduce her to those new experiences he referenced. She recalled the plug she’d worn all day and Marcus’s comment to Jim that it had been for his benefit.

“Which hole would daddy like to use?”  She asked sweetly.

Marcus beamed at her, and she knew she’d done well.

“Your pussy, baby. Don’t worry, Jim has requested use of that sweet ass. He warned his cock was on the thick side. Aren’t you glad you had your plug in?”

“Yes, daddy. Thank you.”  Rachel spread her legs and facing Marcus, lowered herself onto his cock. She rose and dropped, squeezing her pussy muscles as tight as she could. He sighed his approval.

Jim cleared his throat. “My goodness, should we take this to the bedroom?”

Rachel kept riding Marcus, staring into his eyes and loving the way he pulled at her hips, beckoning her to go faster. She knew he was so close and she needed that load in her after he’d denied her that morning. Her pussy didn’t feel right unless Marcus’s cum was dripping from it. The thoughts had her climax bubbling under her skin, and Marcus’s panting breaths had her working hard for both their releases. Suddenly Marcus changed the angle, so the pressure directly hit her clitoris. She cried out, biting down on her lip.

“Please daddy,”  She pleaded in between curses.

Each time Marcus denied her until he groaned loudly. “Fuck,” he chanted as the rush of his hot seed flooded her. The frantic sound of Jim masturbating behind her reminded them of their guest. She looked at Marcus and waited for instructions. “Good slut. Daddy has used two of your holes, and I think our guest would really like to fill up that pretty ass rather than jerk off. Are you going to be a good slut and take care of his friend?”

“Of course, daddy.”  Rachel smiled at Marcus’s approval. Jim’s rapid breaths came in harsh pants behind her. She loved how desired they made her feel. “Hands and knees on the bed.”  Marcus smacked her ass hard. “Jim has a treat for you first.”

Marcus’s cum dripped down Rachel’s stocking as she positioned herself on the bed. Jim and Marcus joined her moments later, and she turned to watch them. Cocks both hard and completely naked, Rachel shivered at the combined sexiness. The look of pure lust in their eyes. She loved how proud Marcus was of her and how eager he was to share her with Jim.

“This is the best training aid. You’ll hurt your hand if you keep those spankings up and I agree with you that this little slut secretly enjoys her daddy’s hand too much to be used as a punishment. She will not confuse this I assure you. Let me show you how to hold it.”

Rachel watched as Jim handed a whip to Marcus. Marcus felt the leather tails and groaned. “This will really hurt her.”

“No,” Jim insisted. “She’ll learn to love the whip. All sluts do. She’ll cry like crazy during the punishment, but afterward when she sees those lashes across her back and ass. You’ll be so aroused by her she won’t be able to take all the fucking you will want to do to her. What else could please a good little slut other than wearing her daddy’s marks while he fucks her stupid?”

“Tell your daddy, whore. Tell him how much you would love being whipped.”

“I would love it, daddy,” Rachel said.

The crack of the whip through the air stole Rachel’s breath, and she remained still, floating into a special place as Marcus learned to yield the whip. Soon, the first lashes landed on her back. She cried out with the agony. Another, then another. She closed her eyes tight and collapsed onto the mattress.

“Enough,” Jim cried. “Excellent, Rachel. I know I was planning to fuck your toy, Marcus, but look how she yielded to your lashing. I almost think she deserves her daddy’s reward.”

“Would you like that, slut?”  Jim asked her, and Rachel looked at Marcus for approval.

“Do you want Jim or me, Rachel?  I want you to have a reward. You’ve been so perfect tonight.”

“I want daddy.”  Rachel said without hesitation. “But maybe Jim would like to use me too.”

Jim laughed. “Man, what an amazing gift she is. Insatiable slut. You are one lucky man, my friend.”

Marcus preened a minute before ordering Jim to sit down. “I think we should see what this little fucktoy is capable of. She’s got one load in her already, so I think she can handle your cock and mine at the same time. Lay down, Jim.”

Jim did as instructed and Marcus pulled Rachel up by the hair. “You think you can handle both of us, whore.”  He pulled her mouth open and spit into it.

“Yes, daddy. Please use me.”

Jim’s envious laugh made Rachel smile. “Take her dress off, Marcus. I want to suck on those tits if you don’t mind.”

Rachel lifted her arms for Marcus to pull her dress clear. Her ass stung as Marcus smacked her backside. “Get on it, slut.” He pushed her towards Jim. She knee walked up to him and sank down on his long, thick shaft. Before she could even adjust to him inside her sloppy cunt, Marcus was behind her entering her ass with his lubed cock.

She cried out as Jim held her and they fucked her hard together. She’d never been so full, and it hurt and sent her flying at the same time. “Come, baby,”  Marcus whispered into her ear as Jim leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth and bit down.

Rachel convulsed violently, shaking from the force of her long-delayed orgasm and at her daddy’s voice ordering her to let go. Jim cried out next, releasing his second load into her with a harsh curse. Finally, Marcus grunt in ecstasy and another rush flooded her insides. She melted with the heat of her lover’s body onto Jim scarcely able to breathe.

When Marcus recovered, he and Jim dressed, leaving Rachel thoroughly debauched on the bed. They spoke about her. What a good girl she was, how beautiful she looked covered in their fluids. Marcus took all the praise Jim offered. She never felt more proud of herself and so connected to Marcus. It was then she drifted off to sleep with a sense of euphoria.

She’d been taken deep into submission before, by her ex-husband. But Marcus was so eager to do things the right way, and Jim had given Marcus the confidence to take full control and embrace his dominant side. Things would only get better from here.

 

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