Chapter 1: Introduction
Mrs. Smith slinks into the house, a seductive smile on her lips. Her long, dark hair flows down her back like a silky waterfall, framing her face perfectly. She takes off her high-heeled shoes and purrs as she walks barefoot across the polished wooden floors of their home.
Mr. Smith watches from his perch in front of the television, his eyes glued to the screen even as he feels his loins stir at the sight of his wife's return.
He can't help but notice the way her tight, dark dress clings to her curves, revealing every inch of her toned body.
Mrs. Smith makes a beeline for the bedroom, eager to show off her surprise gift from Ashique. She knows how much it will humiliate and arouse Mr. Smith at the same time.
As she walks down the hallway, she can feel his gaze following every step she takes.
She knows that he has been waiting for her all night, and she can't wait to show off the gift Ashique gave her.
She walks into the bedroom and closes the door, locking it behind her with a soft click. Mr. Smith jumps up from his seat on the bed, his face lighting up with excitement as he sees the gift in her hands- a small leather pouch tied shut with a satin ribbon.
"What is it Goddess?" he asks eagerly, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
Mrs. Smith's lips curl into a wicked smile as she saunters over to the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step. "I'll show you," she purrs, untying the ribbon and opening the pouch to reveal its contents- a small silver key on a chain.
Mr. Smith feels his heart race as he takes in the sight of the key, his mind racing with possibilities. What could it possibly be for? He can hardly wait to find out.
He reaches out to take the key from her, but she pulls it away with a sly smile.
"Perfect," Mrs. Smith purrs, running her fingers along his jaw line before leaning in for a deep kiss. Mr. Smith's lips part as he feels her tongue slide against his own, while the scent of her perfume fills his nostrils and drives him wild.
As they break apart, Mrs. Smith walks over to the nightstand and lock box hidden beneath it with a small click of the key on its chain.
The key fits the lock perfectly, and he opens it to reveal a small plastic keep-sake box. Inside is a chastity device for her husband , complete with a tiny padlock, still unopened.
Mr. Smith's eyes widen in realization, and he looks up at his wife with a mixture of shock and anticipation. "Is that...for me?"
Mrs. Smith chuckles, running a hand through his short, brown hair. "Yes, darling. Ashique thought you might appreciate a little...tightening up."
He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He knows that this is just the beginning of her plans for him tonight. But he's also eager to please her, to feel the weight of her control over him.
Ashiqye wants to be sure your coxk will never enter me again sorry he wants to be the only one that gets to enjoy me from now on"
She can see the humiliation flash across his face, but also the excitement in his eyes. She knows he loves it when she degrades him like this.
"Wh-what do you want me to do, Goddess?" He stammers, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Smith smiles cruelly, taking the chastity device from the box and holding it up for him to see.
"First, let's get this on you, shall we?"
Mr. Smith nods, his erection already straining against his jeans.
Mrs. Smith can see the hunger in his eyes, the need to please her. She loves it.
She walks over to the bed and sits down, patting her lap. "Come here, pet," she commands. He doesn't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself over her lap. She can feel his heart racing against her thigh.
She reaches down and unbuckles his belt, her fingers brushing against his hard length. He shudders at her touch. She smirks, pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to expose him.
"You're so eager," she says, running a finger along his length.
You really sure this is what you want you know my lover wants me to break the key in the lock and throw it away so you can never get out?
She watches his reaction closely, her eyes sparkling with amusement and desire.
Mr. Smith's breath hitches, and his body tenses under her touch. He knows that she's serious, that she would do it without a second thought. The thought of being locked away, unable to touch himself or her, sends a thrill of humiliation and excitement coursing through him.
"Yes, Goddess," he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. "I want this. I want to please you."
She smiles, genuinely pleased with his response.
She takes the chastity device and fitting it to him, careful to make sure it's snug but not too tight. She fastens the small lock, the click echoing in the otherwise quiet room.
Mr. Smith's breath hitches again, his body now shaking slightly with anticipation and excitement.
Mrs. Smith leans in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Good boy," she whispers, before straightening up and admiring her handiwork.
She runs her fingers through his hair again, gripping it tightly as she pulls his head back.
He lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed.
"You know what I like best about you, pet?" she asks, her voice a sultry purr.
He shakes his head slightly, too lost in the sensation of her touch to form words.
"You're so eager to please me. You'll do anything I ask, won't you?"
He nods eagerly, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Goddess. Anything."
She releases his hair, trailing her hands down his chest and stomach, making him squirm.
"Good. Now you tell me want me to make this fantasy of destroying the key?
Mr. Smith's eyes snap open, his body tensing as he realizes what she's asking. He swallows hard, his mind racing. He knows that she's asking him to give up any control he has left, to completely surrender to her will.
"Do you want me to do it?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Smith grins, her eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. "Oh, I don't want you to do it, pet. I want you to tell me how much you want me to do it.
I want to hear you beg, pet."
Mr. Smith's heart races as he considers her words. He knows that she wants him to humiliate himself, to beg her to take away his last shred of control. But he also knows that this is what he wants, what he craves. To be completely at her mercy, to please her in any way she sees fit.
He takes a deep breath and looks into her deep blue eyes.
"Please, Goddess. Please destroy the key. Mrs Smith looked shocked you are serious? Honey this is permanent no fantasy no gane if I do this you might as well be a female panties the works you would do this for a 1 night kink? Think hard before you answer.
Mr. Smith's breath catches in his throat. He knows she's right, that this is a big step. But he also knows that this is what he wants, what he needs. To belong entirely to her, to be completely under her control.
"I need this, Goddess," he says, his voice steady and sure. "I want to be yours, completely. No turning back."
Mrs. Smith's eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and desire flashing in her deep blue gaze. She reaches up and cups his cheek, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip.
Yoy will really never be able to enter me if I break up wirh ashique you still would not be able to enter me if we take this step last tine consider this Mr. Smith's eyes flutter closed as he leans into her touch, his body aching with desire and anticipation.
"I know what I'm asking, Goddess," he whispers. "I know what this means. And I want it. I want to be yours, completely. No matter what happens with Ashique."
Mrs. Smith's breath hitches, and she can feel her own desire beginning to take hold. She loves it when he gives himself to her completely, when he surrenders to her will.
She pulls him down for a kiss, a long, deep, passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless.
Ok then I will kiss you abd let you hold the key in your hand you will snap it off last chance no babies ever no sex ever again you will only be milked like a pet as she put the key in the lock grab the key turn it to release or bend it to break as sue said which will you pick if we do this what little respect I have for you is over I may not stay your wife you fuxking wimp if you do this I may let ashique take you as a toy in the ass grab it what wilk you do ?
Mr. Smith's heart races as he takes the key in his shaking hand. He looks at his wife, her deep blue eyes boring into his, a mix of lust, anticipation, and a hint of fear.
"I trust you, Goddess," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Whatever you want, I want. Even if it means giving up everything else."
Mrs. Smith's lips curl into a cruel smile. "Good boy," she purrs. "Now, let's see what you're made of."
She leans back, watching him intently as he grips the key, his knuckles turning white with the effort.
Ypy break it we are over i warn you I will leave you
As nrs Smith watched the fear and excitement dance in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power. She loved pushing him to his limits, testing his devotion to her.
Mr. Smith takes a deep breath, his body trembling as he holds the key in his hand. He looks at it, then back at her, his eyes filled with a mix of love, fear, and desire.
"I love you, Goddess," he says, his voice steady and sure. "No matter what happens, I love you."
Mrs. Smith's heart skips a beat, and she feels a warmth spread through her at his words.
She knows that he means it, that he would do anything for her.
She nods, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Alright, pet. Let's see what you're made of."
Mr. Smith looks down at the key in his hand, his fingers tightening around it. He knows that this is it, the moment of truth. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to come.
He turns the key in the lock, the metal grinding against metal as it slides into place. But instead of turning it to release the lock, he applies pressure, bending the key against his will.
Mrs.
Smith watches, her breath catching in her throat as Mr. Smith bends the key, the metal groaning in protest. She can see the effort it's taking, the determination in his eyes. She loves it, loves seeing him give himself to her completely.
With a final twist, the key snaps in two, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Mr. Smith lets out a shaky breath, his body sagging with relief and release.
Mrs. Smith smiles, a slow, cruel smile that sends a shiver down her husband's spine. "Good boy," she purrs, running a finger along his jawline.
You realise what you did as Mrs Smith removed her pinknpanties put these on sissy ashique will be here soon you are now his bitch.
Mr. Smith's eyes widen in shock at her words, but he doesn't protest. He knows better than to disobey her. He takes the panties from her hand and begins to slide them up his legs, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he pulls them up, he can feel the lacy fabric against his skin, the cool silk sending shivers down his spine. He looks up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and desire.
"You look so cute in those," she coos, running a hand through his hair.
"Ashique is going to love having his own little pet to play with."
Mr. Smith's cheeks flush pink at her words, but he doesn't protest. Instead, he asks, "What do you want me to do, Goddess?"
Mrs. Smith stands up, her eyes never leaving his. "Go to the living room and wait for Ashique. Don't talk to him, don't make eye contact, just obey him. Understand?"
Mr. Smith swallows hard, his throat dry. "Yes, Goddess."
He stands up, his body shaking slightly with anticipation and fear. He walks out of the bedroom, leaving Mrs.
Smith to finish getting ready. He can feel the silk of the panties against his thighs with each step, a constant reminder of his new role. As he enters the living room, he hears the front door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps.
"You didn't tell me she was so eager to please, Mrs. Smith," Ashique's deep voice rumbles through the room.
Mr. Smith freezes in place, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel Ashique's eyes on him, appraising him like a piece of meat.
"Oh, she's always been eager to please," Mrs.
Smith responds, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she steps into the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Haven't you, pet?"
Mr. Smith swallows hard, his eyes cast downward as he nods slightly. He can feel Ashique's gaze burning into him, and it takes all his self-control not to squirm under the scrutiny.
"Well, isn't this a delightful surprise?" Ashique says, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of Mr. Smith in his wife's pink panties. "I must say, Mrs.
Smith, you have outdone yourself this time," Ashique continues, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "I never would have guessed your little husband was such a eager little pet."
Mr. Smith feels a wave of humiliation crash over him as he stands there, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. He can't believe he's standing here like this, dressed in his wife's lingerie, waiting to be used by another man. But at the same time, he can feel his body responding, his cock straining against the silk fabric of the panties.
"Isn't he just the perfect little pet?" Ge actually broke the key in the lock can you believe that as Mrs Smith cried my husband rather be your bitch then my husband as Mrs Smith removed her ring I quess this means he is yours now You can use him as you please"
Ashique chuckles, his eyes gleaming with lust and enjoyment. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," he says, circling Mr. Smith like a predator. "A little pet, all dressed up and ready to play."
Mr. Smith swallows hard, his body trembling slightly as Ashique runs a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly and forcing him to look up at him.
"You're going to be a good little pet for me, aren't you?" Ashique growls, his voice low and dangerous.
"You're going to do everything I say, aren't you, pet?"
Mr. Smith nods quickly, his eyes wide and frightened. "Yes, sir," he whispers.
Ashique smirks, releasing his grip on Mr. Smith's hair and stepping back. Now, let's see what you're made of."
He walks over to the couch and sits down, spreading his legs wide. He motions for Mr. Smith to come closer, his eyes never leaving him.
"Come on, pet.
Don't make me tell you twice," Ashique commands, his voice stern yet playful. Mr. Smith takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he steps forward, his eyes cast downwards.
Ashique reaches out and grabs Mr. Smith by the waist, pulling him closer until he's standing between his spread legs. He can feel Ashique's heat, his muscles tensing as he waits for further instruction.
"Look at me, pet," Ashique commands, his voice firm. Mr. Smith lifts his gaze to meet Ashique's, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
He really knkw what you did? No more games no more goddess just me as he saw him wife crying Mr. Smith looks away, his eyes filling with tears at the sight of his wife's ring on the table, her wedding band glinting in the harsh light of the living room lamp.
Ashique notices the tears and smirks cruelly. "Look at you, all sad and pathetic. Thought you wanted this, didn't you? Thought you could handle being my little pet?"
Mr. Smith shakes his head, a sob escaping his lips. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers.
Ashique laughs, a harsh, cold sound that sends shivers down Mr. Smith's spine.
He grabs the back of Smith's neck, squeezing just enough to cause a hint of discomfort. "Don't be sorry, pet. Be a good little bitch and suck my cock."
Mr. Smith swallows hard, his body trembling as he looks down at the large bulge in Ashique's pants. He knows what he has to do, what he's been trained to do. He reaches out tentatively, his fingers fumbling with Ashique's belt buckle.
Ashique chuckles, slapping Mr. Smith's hand away. "Not so fast, pet. Remember, you're here to please me.
Look me in the eye while you do it." Ashique's voice was firm, but his eyes held a spark of amusement, as if he found the entire situation highly entertaining.
Mr. Smith took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he met Ashique's gaze. He reached out again, this time unbuckling Ashique's belt and unbuttoning his pants with more confidence. He could feel Ashique's eyes on him, watching his every move, and it sent a shiver of both fear and excitement down his spine.
As he pulled down Ashique's pants, revealing his thick, hard cock, he heard Mrs. Smith's voice behind him.
"Good boy," she purred, her eyes gleaming with lust and pride. "Now, show him what you can do."
Mr. Smith swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He looked up at Ashique, his eyes meeting the man's intense gaze. He could see the amusement and desire in those dark eyes, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
He licked his lips, leaning forward to take Ashique's cock into his mouth. He heard Ashique's sharp intake of breath, felt the man's hands tangle in his hair as he began to suck and lick, taking his time to explore every inch of him.
Mrs smith left to go upstairs letting them be in privacy and love watching
He could feel Ashique's cock hardening in his mouth, growing bigger and thicker with each passing second. He sucked harder, took him deeper, his own body responding to the taste and feel of him.
Ashique let out a low moan, his hips thrusting slightly, fucking Mr. Smith's mouth. "That's it, pet," he growled. "Just like that. Take it all."
Mr. Smith could feel his own body responding, his cock straining against the silky fabric of his wife's panties.
Ashiqurle said no going back you are now a coxksucker your wife is leaving you and me she said if I did this she couldn't stay married to you you dont care do you?
Mr. Smith's eyes watered from the force of Ashique's thrusts, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. He was too lost in the sensation, the taste, the feel of him. He shook his head slightly, his mouth full of cock.
Ashique chuckled, his grip on Mr. Smith's hair tightening. "That's my boy. Take it like a good little cocksucker."
Mr. Smith whimpered around him, his own cock throbbing painfully in his wife's panties. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, how much he was craving it.
He could feel Ashique's cock swelling in his mouth, could taste the saltiness of his precum. He moaned around him, the vibration causing Ashique to thrust harder, deeper.
"Fuck, pet," Ashique groaned. "You're so eager. So hungry. Just like a little cockslut."
The words sent a jolt of both humiliation and arousal through him. He sucked harder, taking Ashique deeper, his own body aching with need.
Ashique's thrusts became faster, more erratic. He could feel the man's body tensing, could sense that he was close.
He redoubled his efforts, taking Ashique's cock as deep as he could, his throat constricting around him.
Ashique let out a low, guttural groan, his hips thrusting one last time before he came, flooding Mr. Smith's mouth with his hot, salty release.
Mr. Smith swallowed, taking every last drop, his own cock aching with need. He looked up at Ashique, his eyes watering, his lips swollen and red from the force of his attention.
Ashique looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good boy," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction.
"Swallow it all."
Mr. Smith did as he was told, his eyes watering as he took every last drop. When he finally pulled away, Ashique's cock was coated in his saliva, still glistening with the remnants of his release.
Ashique reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of Mr. Smith's face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "You did well, pet," he said. "Better than I thought you would."
Mr. Smith felt a warmth spread through him at the praise, his cheeks flushing with pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered.
Now as your wife leaves turn over give ne your ass as Mrs smith returned with 2 luggage well well Mr smith you made your choice as Mrs smith kissed Mr smith good bye dear dear darling if you change your mind call me you know my number but for now you belong to ashique "
"Wait, what? No, please don't go," Mr. Smith begged, panic rising in his chest. But Mrs. Smith just smiled sadly, her eyes welling up with unshed tears.
"I can't, darling. I love you, but I can't watch this anymore. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it." With that, she walked out the door, leaving Mr. Smith alone with Ashique.
He turned to face him, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
"What do you want me to do, Ashique?"
Ashique's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. "First things first, pet. Get on all fours. I want to see that ass of yours."
Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He knew what Ashique wanted, what he expected. He took a deep breath and complied, getting on his hands and knees on the floor in front of him.
Ashique chuckled, running a hand through Mr. Smith's hair and tugging on it gently. "That's a good pet.
Take your ring off its over now as Mr smith removed his wedding ring and placed it on the couch
You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you, pet?" Ashique asked, his voice a low growl. Mr. Smith nodded, his face flushed with humiliation and arousal.
"Yes, sir. I know."
Ashique chuckled, a sound like thunder rumbling through the room. "Say it, pet. Say what I'm going to do to you."
Mr. Smith took a deep breath, his throat dry.
"You're going to... fuck me, sir." The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but he forced them out, knowing it was what Ashique wanted to hear.
Ashique smirked, impressed with his obedience. "That's right, pet. And you're going to take it like a good little bitch, aren't you?"
Mr. Smith nodded, his eyes downcast. "Yes, sir."
Ashique unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, freeing his already hard cock. He walked around Mr. Smith, admiring the view from behind.
He could see the pink panties, still clinging to his husband's hips, and the bare expanse of skin between them and the start of his ass cheeks. He ran a hand over the curve of one cheek, squeezing gently before giving it a sharp smack that made Smith jump.
“Stay still, pet,” Ashique commanded, his voice stern. “You’re going to take this like a good little bitch, remember?”
Smith nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He could feel Ashique’s hand on his back, rubbing circles into his skin before sliding down to grip his hip.
He felt the cold, slick tip of something pressing against his ass, pushing gently at first, then harder until it breached the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax, pet,” Ashique murmured, his voice soothing despite the sting of the lube. “This is going to feel good, I promise.”
Mr. Smith gritted his teeth, trying to relax his muscles as Ashique slowly pushed the plug deeper inside of him. It burned at first, but then the pain subsided, leaving behind a strange, full sensation that he found himself enjoying.
“That’s a good boy,” Ashique cooed, giving the base of the plug a gentle pat. Beg for it to seat properly its the size of a fist “Please, sir,” Mr. Smith whimpered, his body shaking with a mix of pain and arousal. “Please, just… please, just give me a moment.”
Ashique chuckled, running a hand up and down Mr. Smith’s back, soothing him. “Take your time, pet,” he said, his voice gentle. “I want you to be ready for me.”
Mr. Smith took a few deep breaths, his body slowly adjusting to the intrusion. He could feel the plug stretching him, filling him in a way he’d never experienced before.
It hurt, but there was something about the pain that was... exciting. He could feel his cock throbbing against the silk of his wife’s panties, aching to be touched.
Ashique’s hands on his hips, gripping and kneading the flesh, sent a shiver through him. "Good boy," Ashique murmured, his voice like velvet. "You're doing so well."
Mr. Smith closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of the plug inside him, the feel of Ashique's hands on his body. He could feel his own arousal building, his body responding to the dominance and control radiating off of Ashique.
What do you think mrs smith wouldn't let me do this to her you did wirhout a fight you really are a pet aren't you Mr. Smith grimaced at the insult, but his body betrayed him, his cock twitching in his wife's panties.
"Shh, pet," Ashique soothed, running a hand through his hair. "You don't have to fight it. Just let go and enjoy it."
Mr. Smith took a deep breath, trying to relax into the sensation. He could feel the plug shifting inside him, sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through his body.
Ashique's hands caressed his back, his hips, his ass cheeks. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You're mine now, pet.
And I'm going to make you take every inch of me."
Mr. Smith shivered at the words, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. He could feel his own body responding, his cock aching with need despite the humiliation.
Ashique's hand trailed down his spine, caressing his skin before gripping his hip once more. He positioned himself behind Mr. Smith, the head of his cock pressing against the base of the plug.
"Ready, pet?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.
Mr. Smith nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. As ashique pulled out the plug that is only about half of my coxk as he put it at the entrance of my ass i felt like crying as it felt like a big and he is going to ram it all inside me
"Please, sir," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please be gentle."
Ashique chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Mr. Smith's spine. "Gentle? Pet, where's the fun in that?"
Ashique's hands gripped his hips tighter, and he pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle.feel that stretch i couldn't even enter your ex wife she always complain it's too big she never properly cockold you she was faithful but you hahaha you cockold her that's why she is divorcing you I never entered her she loved you till nkw as he pushed deep pain or no pain you requested it so you'll take it all
"
Mr. Smith let out a cry of pain, his body tensing as Ashique's cock forced its way inside him. He could feel every inch of him, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible.
"Breathe, pet," Ashique commanded, his voice harsh. "Take it like a good little bitch."
Mr. Smith gasped for air, his body shaking as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. He could feel tears streaming down his face, the pain intense and overwhelming. But he knew better than to disobey Ashique. He took a deep breath, trying to relax his body and let him in.
He could feel every inch of Ashique's cock as it slid deeper inside him, the sheer size of it making him feel like he was being split in two. He gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he tried to hold on.
"That's it, pet," Ashique growled, his grip on Mr. Smith's hips tightening. "Take it all. You said you wanted this, remember? You asked for it."
Mr. Smith nodded, his body shaking as he tried to push back against the invasion. He could feel every ridge and vein of Ashique's cock as it slid deeper, filling him completely.
He let out a whimper, his body tense and shaking with the effort of taking it all.
Ashique gave a low, satisfied growl, his hips pressing flush against Mr. Smith's ass. "Good boy," he praised. "You take it so well. Now, let's see how well you can ride it."
He pulled back slowly, the sensation of Ashique's cock sliding out of him almost as intense as when it went in. He let out a shaky breath, his body trembling with relief and anticipation.
Ashique slapped his ass, the sting making Mr. Smith jump. "Get up on your knees, pet.
I want to see you ride me like a good little bitch."
Mr. Smith whimpered, his body aching from the previous assault. But he did as he was told, slowly pushing himself up onto his knees, his eyes watering with the effort.
Ashique ran a hand through his hair, gripping it tightly and forcing him to look up at him. "Now, take me back in. Show me how much you want it."
Mr. Smith hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering himself back onto Ashique's cock. He let out a long, low moan as it slid back inside him, filling him completely once again.
Kiss me like I was your wife go on because you will never mention her again his voice was firm and commanding it made Mrs Smith hot Mr. Smith leaned forward, his sweat-soaked hair falling into his eyes as he pressed his lips against Ashique's. He kissed him fiercely, hungrily, as if he was trying to pour all of his love and devotion into that one kiss.
Ashique kissed him back, his hands gripping Mr. Smith's hips even tighter as he began to move, thrusting up into him with long, deep strokes.
Mrs. Smith watched from the doorway, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of her husband being used by another man. She had never seen him look so...
desperate, so eager to please. She could see the tears streaming down his face, could hear the soft whimpers and moans that escaped his lips as Ashique thrust into him over and over again. She felt a wave of jealousy wash over her, followed by a surge of lust and desire. She wanted him. She wanted him like this, broken and begging, desperate for another man's cock.
She stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the bed. Ashique noticed her first, his eyes flicking up to meet hers before he pulled away from Mr. Smith's kiss.
Their lips parted, and Ashique's eyes locked onto Mrs. Smith's as he thrust into her husband with even more force. The sight of her watching them sent a thrill of pleasure coursing through him, his own desire building with each thrust.
He smirked at her, knowing that she was enjoying the show. He wanted to push her, to test her limits. "You like watching your husband being a good little cocksucker, don't you, Mrs. Smith?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous.
Mrs. Smith's breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip.
Yes go on seal his chastity with the superglue he's yours now completely yours for you to play with as you wish
Ashique's eyes narrowed, enjoy the show? He pulled Smith's hair roughly, making him look at his wife.
"Tell her, pet," Ashique commanded. "Tell her how much you love sucking my cock."
Mr. Smith's cheeks flushed a deep red, and his eyes cast downward.
"I-I love it," he stammered. "I love sucking your cock, sir."
Mrs. Smith's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with desire. She had never seen her husband so submissive, so eager to please another man.
So yoy broke him tonight It was a turn-on unlike any she had ever experienced. She could feel her own body responding to the sight of them, her nipples hardening beneath her blouse, her panties growing damp with desire.
She walked over to the bed, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor with each step. She reached down and unbuckled her belt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
"You're doing such a good job, pet," she purred, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
As a new man came in honey this is tom my new soon to be husband .
Mr. Smith's eyes widen in shock and surprise, his body freezing up as he looked at the new man, his breath hitching in his throat.
"What...what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tom chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Mr. Smith's spine. "Well, your wife invited me, of course," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "She said you needed some extra... guidance."
Mr. Smith's eyes darted between Tom and Mrs. Smith, his mind racing.
I warned you 4 tines before this under the law I needed you to cheat on me and with this video of you being a good cocksucker a d take his coxk well I will now get 90 percent of your business and you you are now broke ass butch for ashique like you wanted Mrs Smith blows a kiss at her ex-husband, her eyes never leaving his as she takes a seat on the bed next to Ashique.
“Don’t worry, pet,” she says sweetly, her voice like honey. “Tom is just here to help you adjust to your new life. Aren’t you, darling?”
Tom grins, his eyes never leaving Smith’s as he sits down on the bed next to Mrs. Smith.
“That’s right, pet,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.
“You’re going to learn to take it like a good little bitch. And Tom here is going to help you.”
Mr. Smith's breath hitches as Ashique pulls out of him, leaving him feeling empty and aching. Tom steps forward, his eyes never Mr smith as tom kissed Mrs smith watch as tom now fucks me so you can see what you gave up Mrs Smith smiled cruelly as tom rubbed his cock against mrs Smith's entrance, coating it with lube before pushing in slowly.
"You're so tight, love," Tom groans, his voice low and throaty. "I can feel every inch of you squeezing me."
Mrs Smith whimpers, her body shaking with the effort of taking Tom's cock. She can feel every inch of him, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming. She looks over at her ex-husband, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and cruelty. "You see that, pet? You see what you're missing out on? Tom is so much bigger than you, so much better than you."
Mr. Smith's cheeks flush with humiliation, his body aching with longing and desire. He watches as Tom thrusts into Mrs. Smith, her body writhing and trembling with each stroke. He can hear her moans, can see the pleasure on her face, and it breaks his heart.
Ashique take your pet his coxk straining against that cage
Ashique go on her him drink your pee degrade my ex i no longer care what you do to him hell make him a puppy all I care sleepnoutside get him out of my site let him be your bitch as
Ashique grabs Mr. Smith's hair and forces his head to turn towards him. He sees the desperation in his eyes, the pleading. He smirks and leans in, his voice low and threatening. "You want it, don't you, pet? You want to be degraded, to be humiliated?"
Mr. Smith nods, his breath coming in short gasps. Please, sir."
Ashique chuckles, a sound like thunder rumbling through the room. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, already hard and throbbing.
"Open your mouth, pet," he commands. Mr. Smith hesitates for a moment, his eyes flicking to his ex-wife and her new lover, but he quickly obeys, opening his mouth wide.
Ashique steps closer, his cock brushing against Mr. Smith's lips. "Suck it," he growls. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you are."
Mr. Smith takes Ashique's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head as he begins to suck. He can taste the salty pre-cum on his tongue, and it sends a shiver of desire through him.
He sucks harder, taking Ashique deeper into his mouth, his own cock throbbing painfully in its cage.
Ashique groans, his hips thrusting slightly as Mr. Smith takes him deeper. "That's right, pet," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take it like a good little cocksucker."
Mrs. Smith watches, her breath coming in short gasps as she sees her ex-husband sucking on Ashique's cock. She can feel Tom's cock filling her, can feel the pleasure building inside of her, but she can't tear her eyes away from the sight of her ex-husband being degraded.
She's never seen him like this before, so submissive, so eager to please another man. It's a turn-on unlike any she's ever experienced, and she can't get enough.
"That's it, pet," Ashique encourages, his voice low and husky.
Mr. Smith moans around Ashique's cock, his eyes watering as he tries to take him deeper. His own cock is aching, trapped in its cage as he watches his ex-wife being pleasured by another man.
The humiliation is both agonizing and arousing, and he can feel the familiar heat rising within him. He's never felt so used, so completely at the mercy of another, and yet, he can't deny the powerful allure of the situation.
Ashique's grip on his hair tightens, forcing Mr. Smith's head to bob up and down on his cock. "That's it, pet. Just like that.
Mr. Smith whimpers around Ashique's cock, his tears streaming down his face as he takes him deeper and deeper.
A few more inches as ashque pushed harder it went in all the way as Mrs smith came yes tom look at that my ex-husband is now a human cockwarmer for ashique just for you as Mr. Smith gagged on Ashique's cock, his eyes watering and his body shaking, he could feel the tears running down his face. He could hear Mrs. Smith's words, like poison, seeping into his mind, but he had no choice but to obey.
Ashique groaned, his hips thrusting forward, forcing Mr. Smith to take him even deeper. He could feel his cock hitting the back of Smith's throat, and he knew that he was close. He wanted to come, to fill Smith's mouth with his hot seed, to mark him as his own.
But first, he wanted to make him suffer just a little bit more.
He pulled back, his cock sliding out of Smith's mouth with a wet pop. Smith gasped for air, his face flushed and tears streaming down his cheeks. Ashique grinned cruelly, his eyes never leaving Smith's.
"You like that, don't you, pet?" "You like being used like a little fucktoy, don't you?"
Smith whimpered, his body shaking with sobs as he tried to catch his breath.
"Y-Yes, sir," he choked out, his voice barely audible. "I like it."
Ashique smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. He grabbed Smith's hair again and forced his head back, exposing his throat. "Good boy," he purred, leaning in to kiss and bite the sensitive skin. "Because I'm going to use you like one. I'm going to fuck every hole you have, and you're going to thank me for it."
Mrs. Smith watched, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw her ex-husband being manhandled by Ashique.
Then I am sharing you with all my friends you will be wearing woman dresses as I pimp you out for cash not love you gave up love when you cheated me fucker
She could feel the heat rising between her legs, the sight of her former husband being degraded and used turning her on like nothing else ever had. She wanted more, wanted to see him broken completely.
"Get on your knees, pet," Ashique commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. Smith complied, his body shaking with sobs as he dropped to his knees on the cold hardwood floor.
Ashique's eyes was sadistic you know this isn't a gane or fantasy this is real