Catherine called after lunch to remind me that it was Date Night.

Earlier in the week, she and Kitty had a sizzling hot chat about some spanking scenes that Catherine had posted. They spent the afternoon sexting, sharing naughty stories, and masturbating about their cuckold domination fantasies.

Kitty fantasized about being spanked by a dominant woman and owned by her Alpha male husband, while her cuckolded husband, Tom, watched helplessly. Tom had no choice but to watch as Kitty took on an Alpha cock like a porn star.

Catherine invited Kitty and her husband, Tom, to our place in the country, the Cottage. The result was tonight's Date Night.

The Cottage resembled an old medieval home made of logs and stone. The driveway and sidewalks' cobblestone pavers matched the stone fireplace and chimney, and the antique windows and skylights provided plenty of natural light throughout.

Located off the beaten path, it was our country home and place of business where we conducted fitness training, physical therapy and counseling sessions by appointment.

The Cottage had two bedrooms located off the family room. The cozy furniture provided a place to relax by the fireplace and read or watch TV. The living room shared the fireplace with the kitchen and dining area, which opened to the physical therapy suite.

A wall of French doors, adorned with white linen curtains, divided the spaces. If desired, the doors could be opened and folded back in accordion style to create a large room. The suite had a private entrance and could be closed off from the rest of the house.   

Catherine and I were trained as masseuses and physical therapy technicians when we lived in Fort Lauderdale. We provided in-home fitness training and massages part-time for older clientele, and the experience came in handy when we opened for business at the Cottage.

The physical therapy suite was comfortable and spacious. It had a desk, a couch, a chair, and a massage table. The table was a heavy-duty model to accommodate larger clients.

A home gym area with a treadmill, an exercise bike, and a weight machine was near the massage table.

A large round table and chairs occupied the center of the room, seating eight for cards and other games. The table was fitted with clips to which restraints could be fastened, and the chairs sat along the walls.

A bondage bench sat between the round table and the far wall, where a St. Andrew’s cross faced the bench and table. A leather couch and loveseat sat against the walls for clients, observers, and others to be seated.   

At the Cottage, I provided counseling and physical therapy to women unsatisfied with their dull or non-existent sex lives. Some women just wanted to talk, others came for a massage. A few ladies wanted to be put over my knee and spanked. The majority wanted to be taken by a strong, virile Alpha male. All of them wished for an orgasm, and no woman left unsatisfied.

For every unsatisfied woman, there was an equally unsatisfied man, and I received calls from them as well. Most of them wanted a MILF to peg them. They were men who couldn’t ask their wives to do it and didn’t have the time or inclination to pursue a girlfriend who would.

Catherine had been assisting me with these men, which allowed her to explore her inner domme. She was easy on the eyes, had a friendly, pleasant demeanor, and knew how to please a man.

Dressed as a masseuse in a short white robe, Catherine greeted her client. She chatted with him about any topic. Catherine was well-versed in many topics, from advice on women to fishing to the NFL draft.

She sweet-talked him as he undressed, and she helped him onto her massage table. She complimented them on the size of their package. They didn't resist as she secured them to the table, ostensibly to keep them from falling off.

Once she had them in restraints, she peeled off her robe to reveal her sexy body, big boobs and her blonde bush. The sweet masseuse disappeared, and dominatrix Miss Catherine took charge.

She asserted her dominance, giving him a diaper spanking administered by hand. Even though she only gave him a dozen slaps on the ass, some lost their loads before she was finished with his spanking.  

She put on her harness and fastened a long, thin dildo. She lubed it up, fingered his asshole and slowly entered their back door, talking dirty to them and jacking them off. She picked up the pace, gyrating her hips and pounding their prostates with her long dick.

She had a filthy mouth, “Ooooo, baby, what a hard cock you have,” she said, gripping him tight and stroking him faster. ”Mommy loves jacking off her baby boy and squeezing your big balls. Go on, baby, cum for mommy, cum!” she said, squeezing his balls, jacking him off and slamming her dildo deep into his ass.   

He shot his load all over himself, and she Oooo’d and Ahhh’d over his ejaculation. She finished the job by scooping it all up and making him eat it.

Miss Catherine was very popular, and it seemed she would return to entertain Kitty and Tom.  

We had entertained cuck couples in the past, and it was a lot of fun.

The pathetic cuckold husband, unable to please his wife, was forced to watch me ravage his wife’s married pussy. I satisfied wifey’s carnal desires in a way her cuckold hubby could not.

Catherine was the consummate cuckquean wife, sitting cross-legged on her throne, she ravaged herself with her trusty glass dildo. She stirred her honeypot savagely and cussed at me for being such an enthusiastic partner to yet another random slut.

I knew it pissed her off to watch me deep inside another woman’s pussy. I knew, too that the sound of my balls slapping another woman’s ass turned Catherine on immensely.

I grunted like an animal as I fucked the married slut doggy-style. Her hubby was in cuck heaven, watching his wife being manhandled by a well-hung Alpha male, and Catherine masturbating with a dildo as big as my dick.

If that’s the kind of action Catherine had in mind, I was all for it. This time, Catherine would not be my cuckquean wife; she would be Miss Catherine, Kitty and Tom's domme.

I got held up at work, so I was running late. I changed into black boxer briefs, a tank top, and black combat boots before entering the therapy suite, which had become Miss Catherine’s dungeon.

I arrived to find Catherine well underway preparing the couple. She was dressed to kill, her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with a black ribbon, and she walked tall in her thigh-high boots.

“Good evening, Master Gregory. I’m so happy you could join us," she said.

“Miss Catherine, the pleasure is all mine," I said, leaning in for a kiss.

“Kiss, kiss,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek, her cocksucker red lipstick leaving a perfect lip print there.

The black ribbon in her long blonde hair, alabaster skin, and black outfit gave her a gothic vampire dominatrix look. Her bright red lips and nails made her pop.

Her lace bra showcased the cleavage of her ample 36C breasts and contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

The garters attached to her lace micro-miniskirt supported her red stockings so the tops were visible above her tall leather boots. She held a long black leather riding crop with a slapper on the tip.

The six-inch platform soles completed her transformation from my petite submissive wife into the dominatrix, Miss Catherine.

Her outfit delighted us all, especially Tom, who couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her breasts threatened to spill out at any moment, and a thin sheen of perspiration coated her skin.

Kitty and Tom wore matching black lingerie, stockings, and heels. Tom’s five-inch cock was locked in a cage so small it wouldn’t permit even the tiniest dick to get hard. No matter how aroused he became, there was no way he could get an erection locked inside that cage.

The key was on a chain around Kitty’s neck.

Catherine fitted Kitty with a collar, a short leash, a body harness, and cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She led her by the leash to the bondage table.

Catherine bent her over, placing her face down, her hands cuffed at her sides. Next, she crouched down to put a spreader between Kitty’s ankles so her feet were spread far apart. Her exquisite derriere at the perfect height for spanking and fucking.

The table was small enough that Kitty’s face and ass were exposed at both ends of the table, ready to be ravished any way we wished. Catherine walked over to Kitty’s face and clipped her short leash to the table. She could move around, but she could not get away.

I was standing next to Tom as Catherine finished securing his wife.  

“Please introduce me to our guests, Miss Catherine. Who is this pathetic troll stinking up my Cottage? It smells like feet and ass in here and it’s coming from this limp-dicked pussy.”

Miss Catherine walked over to me as she spoke.

“Well, Master Gregory, that’s Tom, Kitty's useless cuck husband. I’m keeping him on a short leash until I need him, sir. He might come in handy for licking cum off the floor or something. He’s obviously too pathetic to actually DO anything with pussy other than dream about it. Isn’t that right, Tom?”

“Yes, Miss Catherine. Your wish is my command.”

“You bet your ass it is, Tom,” she said, slapping his ass with her hand.

“Tom, meet Master Gregory. He’s going to turn your slut wife’s married pussy inside out with his massive cock.”

“Hello, Tom. Welcome to the Cottage.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said, his eyes wandering down my body to check out my bulging briefs.

Catherine gave me a side hug and rubbed my bulge for Tom’s benefit. “Well, what do you think, Tom? Do you want to see this big cock fuck that cheating tramp you married?”

“Yes, ma’am. I want him to make her scream his name.”

“Ooooo, Tom! You’re a naughty boy!”

Tom had dark hair and brown eyes. He was shorter than me, but taller than the girls, with a classic Dad bod. He was wearing the same black lingerie and heels as Kitty.              

His skinny, five inch cock was locked in the smallest cock cage I had ever seen. The cage was too small to allow even the tiniest cock to get erect. There was no way Tom could get a hard-on in that torture device.

Catherine had fitted him with a harness, too, cuffing his wrists to the harness at his waist to prevent him from masturbating. She clipped a leash to a ring on the back of Tom’s harness. The other end was clipped to the St. Andrew’s cross on the wall.

She allowed him to move a few feet in any direction so he could see everything.

We turned away from Tom to see his hot wife, Kitty, bent over the table. We walked around her as if inspecting livestock, I slapped her fine ass and walked around to her face to talk to her.

“This is Tom’s cheating slut wife, Kitty. She wants to make Tom watch as she’s fucked by an Alpha male, don’t you Kitty?”

“Yes, Miss Catherine.”

“You’re a slut, Kitty,” was Catherine’s response.

“Hello, Kitty. I’m Gregory. You can call me Master or Sir. Nice to meet you,” I smiled.

“Hello, Master Gregory.”

“Tell him why you’re here Kitty, you cheating whore,” said Catherine.

“Master, I want you to take my married pussy and make it yours. Show my pathetic, small-dicked husband how a real man fucks a woman. I want to be owned by you, Sir. I want you to molest me with your long, thick cock.”

“She’s a cheating husband-stealing whore, sir. I’m going to make her earn your cock,” said Catherine.

I stepped closer to Kitty and rubbed my bulge against her face.

“Mmmmm,” she said, rubbing her face all over it and licking it through my briefs.

“Look at you, Kitty, you sleazy tramp. Rubbing your face on my husband’s cock. What a fucking whore!”

Catherine had a love-hate relationship with other women.

“Give her a sample, Catherine,” I ordered.

She glared at me, then at Kitty, while she pulled my thick meat out of my briefs. She rubbed it all over Kitty’s face, smearing it with precum, before putting the head in Kitty’s mouth.

“Here you go Kitty, you cocksucking, cheating slut,” said Catherine, giving my cock a few strokes before shoving it in Kitty’s mouth.

“What a fucking slut,” Catherine admonished, jealous that Kitty was sucking my dick.

I fucked Kitty’s drooling mouth, feeling her lips nursing on the head of my cock.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as her cuckold husband Tom groaned.

I locked eyes with Catherine and said,” Wow, Catherine, she sucks dick better than you.”

Catherine glared at me but didn’t say a word. She reached out with her crop and landed a hard slap on Kitty’s tender cheeks.

“Mmmmm!” Kitty groaned around the dick in her mouth.

I held Kitty by the hair, easing more cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat, choking her with eight inches of prime Alpha male cock.

Kitty gurgled and moaned as I forced my long, thick cock down her throat. She choked a little, but I pushed it in anyway. She could choke on it all night for all I cared. The reality was that Kitty would be deep throating my dick tonight, like it or not.

Catherine kept her eyes on Kitty’s mouth, watching her suck me, and landing sharp blows on her cheeks.

She admonished Kitty for choking, “Is that dick too much for you slut? Well, that’s what you wanted. I told you he doesn’t give a fuck, you’re just another piece of ass. Choke on it. Show Tom how your married throat chokes on Alpha male dick.”

She continued to spank Kitty with the crop, landing one hard blow, allowing a few seconds for the pain to develop, then landing the next one.

“I’m going to turn your married ass red, you cocksucking tramp," Catherine promised.

I pulled my dick out of Kitty’s mouth and slapped her face with it. Tom’s married, cock-hungry hotwife chased my cock head with her open and eager mouth.

 I stepped back just out of reach of her leash limit.

“Master! Please! Give it back, please, sir," she begged, trying to capture it with her open mouth.

I stuck it back in and she immediately sucked like a nursing baby.

“Kitty, you’re such a dirty fucking slut," Catherine continued, landing another hard whack.

"You were a bad girl before, making me cum all over my hand, you sleazy bitch," she continued, spanking Kitty with the crop.

"Now you’re sucking my husband’s dick. Naughty, naughty, naughty!” she said, punctuating each ‘Naughty!’ with a sharp whack on the ass.

I pulled my cock back out or her mouth and painted a moustache of slobber on her upper lip. I tucked it into my briefs and walked around behind Catherine to watch her finish spanking Kitty.

Kitty was trying to hump the edge of the table as Catherine laid into her.

“You like that, don’t you, Kitty?” asked Catherine.

“Yessss.”

“Tell Tom how wet you are from sucking dick and being spanked.”

“I’m so wet, my cunt is drooling. I loved Master Gregory’s big dick in my mouth. I love Miss Catherine’s stinging blows on my ass.”

“Did you tell Tom how you played with your pussy all afternoon, chatting me up online? I bet you didn’t. You were too busy dreaming of getting your married cunt fucked by my stud husband, weren’t you whore?”

“Yes, ma’am, I want him to fuck me like a real man and show my pathetic cuckold husband how to fuck. I'm going to fuck him better than you do, Miss Catherine.”

"Huh, we'll see about that, bitch. There’s a fee for sluts who want to fuck my ol’ man. You’re about to pay it with your ass."

Miss Catherine began spanking her harder.

“I’ll pay it! Spank me, Miss Catherine. Spank my married ass.”

Catherine spanked Kitty faster and harder.

“Do you like that, Kitty? You cheating slut.”

“Oh, fuck yes, do it, spank me!”

“Yeah? Yeah? You want more?” Catherine gave her a few more and walked around in front of her again.

Kitty's tears ran down her face, mixing with the drool puddling beneath her chin. She refused to cry.

“I say we bump up the pain level, Kitty. Ready to try something different?”

Catherine pulled a black leather belt from around her waist, showed it to Kitty, and went behind her again.

Kitty’s breath hitched, refusing to sob, relishing the heat that the pain had brought to her stinging cheeks.

Catherine slapped Kitty’s ass hard with the belt in a slow steady rhythm.

“Ohhh, Miss Catherine, oh fuck!”

Catherine turned Kitty’s pretty ass bright red.

“Do you feel the burn, Kitty? Does it sting?” Catherine taunted, smacking her ass a few times with her hand.

“Oh, God, Miss Catherine. I didn’t think I would like it this much. I’m so ready to cum.”

Catherine ran her hand over Kitty’s red cheeks and between her legs to feel her delicate pink folds. She cupped her mound and slid a finger into her wet slit.

“Wow. Somebody’s horny. You’re a pain slut aren’t you, Kitty? You should feel her pussy, Tom. It’s dripping wet.”

She fingered Kitty for a few minutes and walked over to Tom, presenting her fingers to his nose for a sniff, smearing her juices on his face before pulling her hand away and licking them clean.

Tom watched intently, his limp dick stuffed into that tiny cage.

“You didn’t think YOU were getting a taste, did you, Tom? Hah! I don’t think so,” Catherine teased. She reached under her tiny skirt to dip her fingers into her creamy snatch. She brought them up to his nose for a sniff. She wiped her juices on his nose and stepped back.

“Well? Whose pussy smells better, Tom? Mine or that pathetic, cheating whore you married?”

Tom remained silent.

"Geez, Tom, no balls either, huh? What a pussy."

Catherine cupped her breasts and pushed them together, giving Tom a great view of her cleavage. She stayed just out of reach, teasing him. Giggling, she backed away and slapped his cage with the belt.

“Too bad you have such a shriveled, tiny dick and no balls. I bet it would feel good sliding between my tits with the head going in and out of my mouth.”

She knew her abuse was turning him on, so she kept it up.

“It’s a good thing I have a big, strong Alpha male to take care of your slut wife’s married pussy. He doesn’t give a fuck if she’s married or not, she’s just another piece of ass to him. He’s gonna stretch her married pussy wide open.”  

Tom and Kitty both moaned.

“I know you enjoy watching the cheating slut fuck other men, but the reality is you have no choice. You’re a useless piece of shit in the bedroom, and you know damn well the sleazy tramp would fuck around on you anyway. She's a fucking whore, Tom. At least this way you get to watch.”

Catherine took the belt and spanked Tom’s lily white ass. He moaned as she spanked him until his cheeks were bright red like his wife’s.

“That’s better, now you two sluts have matching butts. Hahahahaha.”

She walked back to Kitty’s rear end and put her hands on the married slut’s butt cheeks. Kitty was still trembling from the spanking.

I stepped up behind Catherine, put my hand around the base of her ponytail, and gripped it tightly, taking control of her head.

Catherine fell silent and stood perfectly still as I told her I was taking charge by biting her earlobe. A shiver ran through her as she felt my hot breath on her ear.

“Lose the bra, Catherine,” I whispered.

I held her ponytail tight as she unclasped her bra, setting her fantastic tits free. She removed it and threw it over to land on Tom’s cuffed hand. He caught it, but couldn’t do anything but hold it.

I knew damn well he wanted to rub it all over his cock and balls while it was still warm with Catherine’s sweat.

I smiled at him and said, “Nice catch, chief.”

I pulled her hair, tilting her head straight up, and kissed her deeply. I could feel her melting as I reached around to massage her big boobs and tweak her erect nipples.

Her breathing quickened, her breasts swelled, and her arousal intensified as I put my hand beneath her skirt. Her tiny panties did nothing to prevent my finger’s intrusion.

She remained silent as my finger slid into her.

“Pull her cheeks apart, Catherine,” I said.

Catherine pulled Kitty’s cheeks apart, exposing her crinkled rosebud.

I pressed Catherine’s face between Kitty’s cheeks and said, “Eat her ass, my dear, rim her.”

Kitty moaned, “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh yes, mmmmm.”

Catherine rimmed Kitty and fingered Kitty’s hot, creamy pussy, until her entire hand fit inside Kitty’s dripping hole. Kitty trembled and moaned as Catherine ate her ass and fisted her steamy cunt at the same time.

 “Oh, God! Tom, she’s fucking me so good. She’s gonna make me cum, baby. The lesbian slut is making my married pussy cum.”

Catherine’s face was buried between Kitty’s cheeks. Catherine teased her pucker; the tip of her tongue flickering over the sensitive flesh. She stuck her tongue into the married slut’s back door, again and again ravishing her new friend’s ass.

Kitty squirmed and moaned as my horny wife licked and slurped her anus. Kitty was on the verge of orgasm when I lifted Catherine’s skirt, held her hips tightly and drove my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

I fucked her deep and hard, rocking her face forward into Kitty’s bottom with every thrust.

Catherine and Kitty moaned as if I were fucking them both. I fucked my wife’s dripping snatch relentlessly while Tom looked on. I grunted and groaned as my wife’s tight cunt gripped my hefty meat like a hand in a velvet glove, pounding away as my heavy balls slapped her shapely ass.

Both sluts were moaning, one receiving the best analingus of her life, the other savoring the flavor of her girlfriends ass while her cunt was ravaged by her Alpha male husband.   

Tom looked on in awe. Watching his wife being owned by us was like watching her in a porno. He saw her pretty, sweaty face contort with pleasure, moaning at Miss Catherine's oral assault. He watched the blonde domme eat Kitty’s ass and fist her cunt and he saw Master Gregory’s cock fucking Miss Catherine.

Kitty was his porn star and he was her biggest fan. I could barely see his tiny cock but I couldn’t miss the long ropes of precum drooling from his caged dick.

His eyes traveled from her face along her squirming body to her rear end where Catherine fucked Kitty’s married ass and pussy.

Tom’s eyes lingered on my wife, who had his wife on the verge of orgasm.

Seeing Kitty in a lesbian scene was one of Tom’s greatest fantasies. Catherine was well on her way to fulfilling it.

His eyes roamed down Catherine’s body to watch her big tits swing back and forth in rhythm with my pounding of her drooling cunt. His eyes lingered on my long, think cock thrusting in and out of Catherine and I knew right then that he would suck my cock.

Tom watched as I pulled my dick out of Catherine’s slick pussy, glistening with her juices, and thrust it into her back door. She moaned into Kitty’s ass as I pounded her without mercy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me. Fuck me. Mmmmm, I’m cum, cum, cumming. Cumming, Tom.” said Kitty.

Catherine’s tongue penetrated Kitty to the rhythm of my thrusts as we brought her to orgasm together. Catherine moaned into Kitty’s ass as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I slammed my dick into her, bottoming out, pressing my balls firmly against her ass. I felt her body spasm as she squirted girl juice all over us both.

I held her hips, savoring the feeling of her body clench and unclench my thick rod before pulling out to fuck Kitty.

I pushed Catherine aside and flipped Kitty over on the table. I wanted to take her in the missionary position so she didn’t miss a thing. I lifted the spreader bar to hold her legs straight up.

Catherine walked over to Tom and unclipped his leash from the cross. She teased Tom, pulling on his nipples.

“You like it, don’t you, Tom. Watching her take a long, thick cock just like a porn star.”

She leaned in and bit each of his man boobs, then bit the nipples, too.

“Do you want to go over there and get a better look?” she asked. Tom looked at me for a few seconds and then back at Catherine. She smiled as she took his leash and led him to me.

She clipped his leash to the table near me and climbed on top of Kitty, straddling her face and lowering her pussy to Kitty’s lips. Kitty held Catherine’s hips tight as she sucked her pussy. Her tiny skirt blocked the view of Kitty eating her, teasing us with glimpses of her tongue licking Catherine, and driving Tom crazy with lust.

I  looked at Tom and said, "Put my cock in your wife's cunt if you want me to fuck her."

Tom took my dick in hand and held it, stroking it.

"Do it, Tom. Jack him off," Catherine urged him on.

He slid the head up and down between his wife’s labia before guiding it into her married cunt.

Kitty moaned and Tom groaned as I slid my cock into her.

Tom watched intently as my dick disappeared into her tight hole until my heavy sack was pressed firmly against her bottom.

Kitty moaned into Catherine’s pussy. Catherine sighed and began grinding her pussy on Kitty’s face. She held the spreader bar and I held Kitty’s ankles as I power fucked the randy slut’s married cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Kitty! Yessss!”

 "What do you think, Tom? Should I give it to her long and slow or hard and fast?"

"Hard and fast, sir. I want you to make her scream."

"Fuck her like you’re mad at her, Greg. Like you do me when you find out I fucked Buck," said Catherine

"You're still fucking Buck?" I asked.

"No, sir," she lied.

I looked Catherine in the eyes and fucked Kitty hard and deep.

"Mmmmm. She has a nice, tight pussy, Catherine. Hotter and tighter than yours. Rub her clit, Tom," I ordered and Tom complied.

Our eyes were still locked. Catherine ground her pussy against Kitty’s face.

“Mmmmm. Kitty licks my pussy so good, like only a woman can. Oh, God, Kitty, suck my pussy, girl! Suck it!”

I power fucked Kitty’s tight pussy like a madman. I wasn’t going to last much longer after the fucking I just gave my wife. Kitty would get a day’s worth of my cum in her hungry cunt and Tom was going to lick it out.

"That's it, Gregory, fuck her deeper, harder. Fuck that married pussy.”

My balls slapped her ass and I grunted each time I bottomed out. Kitty winced the first few times I jackhammered her cervix. I didn't give a fuck if it hurt or not. The bitch wasn’t there for gentle love and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. Her periodic yelps and whimpers kept coming as I molested her married cunt.

Catherine was close to cumming again, shouting, “Fuck her, Master, harder. Oh, baby tear that pussy up. Mmmmm, you’re going to make us cum, Gregory. Oh, fuck I love watching you own her fucking cunt. Fuck her, baby. Fuck her! Oh, mmmmm!”

Catherine exploded, squirting Kitty’s face with a blast of girl juice. Her body was wracked with convulsions and she damn near fell off the table. She could only mumble gibberish as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Kitty was getting close, too. Her hips were jumping off the table to meet my thrusts.

“Rub her clit, Tom, don’t stop now. I’m going to fill her with a bucketload of jizz. I’m going to own this bitch’s married cunt when I get done.”

Catherine lifted her pussy off Kitty’s face and pushed Tom’s hand away so she could suck Kitty’s clit.

“Wow, Tom. It looks like your wife has a lesbian streak in her, too. Look at all that pussy juice on her face. Your lesbian slut wife loves eating pussy.”

"Yes, yes, yes, Greg, harder! Uh, uh, uh, oh, oh!" Kitty said as she trembled, her legs shaking in my hands. I put them over my shoulders and leaned in to fuck her deeper.

Tom moved towards her head, but the leash wouldn’t let him close enough to lick her face. His tortured cock continued drooling cum down his legs.

I dragged Kitty’s ass closer to me and drilled her deep, ready to unload any second. I felt her pussy clench tight around my shaft as she screamed.

“Yessss! Own me, Master Gregory! Fuck me, fuck, fuck. Oh Gregory, mmmmm, oh fuck.”

Tom’s eyes were glued to her pussy as she came. I filled her married cunt with hot, creamy cum, shooting pulse after pulse of ball batter into the trembling slut’s married pussy.

I pulled out and fired the last few shots went everywhere, covering Catherine’s face and tits and soaking Kitty’s belly and pussy.

Kitty laid there twitching as her orgasm subsided, Catherine straddled her doggy-style my cum dripping off her face and tits onto Kitty.

All three of us were panting like dogs. Catherine got off the table and released Kitty’s leash, propping her up with a big pillow to lie back on.

I released her ankles from the spreader bar, and she set her feet on the table. 

“Tom, your slut wife left a big mess here. She made me cum all over Catherine, herself and me. The least you could do is clean it up. With your tongue. You can start by licking all that cum off Catherine’s face and tits.”

He looked at me like I was speaking Chinese. I knew the last thing he expected was to lick Catherine’s tits, but I was already hard again thinking about watching him do it.

“Well get licking Tom, those tits aren’t going to lick themselves! MOVE IT!”

Catherine stood with her back straight and presented her cum soaked tits for Tom’s tongue bath. He started by licking every drop of cum off her face, then licked a big blob off her neck and finished by slurping it all from her tits.

Kitty’s hands went to her pussy and I stroked my still-hard cock as we watched Tom lick my sperm off Catherine.

“Ooooo, Tom. You know how I get when you eat my Alpha male’s cum. Now you’re licking it off our Mistress’s tits, too. My cunt is full of Master Gregory’s sperm.”

Tom was getting carried away, sucking Catherine's nipples even though the cum was cleaned up. Cum was drooling from his cock nearly non-stop it seemed. Catherine's eyes were closed, loving it his mouth on her tits.

“That’s enough licking Miss Catherine, motherfucker,” I said and grabbed him by the ear, pulling him away from her.

Catherine giggled, “Lick the cum off Kitty, Tom. She has cum inside and out. I expect you to lick it all up.”

Tom licked my cum off his wife’s belly and pussy before Frenching her hole, making happy sucking and slurping sounds. He was clearly enjoying himself.

Kitty’s fingers moved at lighting speed on her clit while Tom licked her clean. She fisted his hair and held his head so he was licking her sweet spot.

“Yesss, Tom! That’s It! Eat my stud’s cream pie. Feel how stretched out I am? That’s what a REAL cock does. He stretched me wide open, Tom. It hurt sooo good. It was sooo big!”

Tom’s oral skills had Kitty heading towards her third orgasm as she continued her rant.

“It’s Master Gregory’s pussy now, Tom. Suck Master Gregory’s cum out of me.”

I was rock hard again, slowly stroking my cock watching Tom and listening to Kitty.

Kitty held his head in place while Catherine stood behind him holding Kitty’s legs wide open, “Make sure you get it all, Tom. I don’t want to taste any cum later when I’m sucking her pussy.”

Tom slurped and groaned between Kitty’s legs, “Yes, Miss Catherine.”

Catherine slapped Kitty’s hand away from Tom’s head just as she was approaching orgasm.

Catherine tapped him on the head, saying, "Ready to switch?"

Kitty moaned in disappointment and looked down to see Catherine pulling Tom’s face away from her soaking wet pussy and turning him around to face me.

“You still have some clean-up to do before you get too carried away, Tom.”

Catherine held his face close so he could watch me stroke myself up close. His mouth was a few inches from the head of my cock when Catherine pushed my hand away.

My thick cock twitched, covered with Kitty’s pussy liquor, when Catherine said, “Suck it.”

Tom took the head between his lips and sucked, swirling his tongue around the glans and tickling the underside with the tip of his tongue. He was definitely hitting the right spots.

Kitty was ecstatic, “Yesss! Suck it Tom. Suck my Master’s cock. Ooooo, fuck yes!” said Kitty, encouraging her bi-hubby.

Catherine pushed the back of his head down my shaft until he had it all in his mouth. He choked on it as it reached the back of his throat, then he drew his head back up my shaft, gripping it tightly with his lips.

Kitty knelt beside Tom and held my cock while Tom sucked it, then she took a few sucks herself. They switched back and forth, each one taking a turn until I blew my load in Tom’s mouth.

We moved to sit on the leather sofa, Kitty and Tom kissing, swapping my cum back and forth. I watched Catherine kneel between my legs, cleaning me up for round two.

END