My hotwife invites her long time lover to a vanilla party with my friends. She wears a mini-skirt with no panties and fucks her lover surreptitiously in front of everyone while playing a game. Then she takes me inside and feeds me her juicy creampie. One of her friends is in the bathroom and overhears us talking and the secret gets out. Now the humiliation really starts.

Chapter 5: Flipped Switch

- The New Normal

The days following the party blended into a haze of humiliation and repeated degradation. It was as if the party had flipped a switch inside of her and she treated me more like a servant than a husband.

Sarah insisted I wear the chastity device at all times and started cuckolding me daily with Mark and Tom. Every morning, she would make me lick her to orgasm before getting out of bed. During the day either Mark or Tom would come buy and fuck her while I was at work. When I got home, she would have me go down on her again. I thought it was just a game at first, but after a week, I started to whine and beg for release.

"Honey, I love you dearly, but you have to understand that I have no use for your dick anymore. Mark and Tom keep me satisfied in a way that you never could."

Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruelty and dominance. "You're pathetic, Johnny. But now I understand the depth of your craving for humiliation and I'm going to use it to get what I want from you. You can serve all my needs and provide me with entertainment as my slave and sissy bitch."

I felt a pang of hurt and humiliation at her words, but also a deep, shameful arousal. I was hard and leaking in my chastity device, desperate for release. I knew that Sarah and the others could see my desire, my need, and it only made them more cruel.

"Please, Sarah. I... I need release.

I need to cum so fucking bad. Please, Sarah, please let me cum. I beg, my voice barely a whisper, my body shaking with need.

Sarah laughs, a cold and cruel sound that sends shivers down my spine. She leans back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with juices. She runs her fingers through her wetness, then brings them to her lips, sucking them clean.

"Look at you, Johnny. You're a pathetic little worm, begging for release.

But you know what, Johnny? I like it. I fucking love it. You're my little cum slut, my little sissy bitch, and you'll do anything I say because you crave that release so badly. Isn't that right, Johnny?" Sarah taunted, her voice dripping with cruelty and lust.

I nodded, my cheeks flushing with humiliation and arousal. "Yes, Mistress. I'll do anything you say." I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sarah smiled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "That's better. Now if you're a good boy for the rest of the week and prove your willingness to do whatever I say, I'll allow you an orgasm Friday night."

Sarah teased, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "But until then, you'll remain locked away in that cage. Mark and Tom are going to be regular guests from now on and I expect you to obey them as well. Do you understand?"

Sarah demanded, her voice a sharp whip that sliced through the air.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing painfully in its cage. I understand."

Sarah smiled, a cruel and satisfied smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, let's get you ready for your guests."

She stood up, her body swaying slightly as she walked towards the dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled out a pile of clothes, tossing them onto the bed.

"Put these on," she commanded, her voice laced with authority.

I looked down at the pile of clothes she had tossed onto the bed. They were tiny, skimpy, and completely humiliating. A pink lace thong with the words sissy bitch on the crotch, a short pink mini-skirt, and a pink tank top with the words "my wife's cum dump" in drippy white letters on the front.

"But Sarah, these are..." I hesitated, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"What, Johnny? These are what? Aren't these the kind of clothes a good little sissy bitch should wear?" Sarah taunted, her voice dripping with cruelty and amusement.

I looked down at the clothes again, my cheeks burning with humiliation.

"But Sarah, these are..." I trailed off, unable to find the words.

Sarah laughed, a cold and cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. "What's the matter, Johnny? Don't you like your new outfit? Don't you want to be a good little sissy bitch for me?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but Sarah cut me off with a sharp glare. "Don't make me repeat myself, Johnny. You know what happens when you disobey me."

I swallowed hard, feeling the familiar pang of fear mixed with arousal. I knew what she meant.

Sarah had a switch in one of the nightstand drawers, a thin strip of leather with a handle on one end. She didn't hesitate to use it when I misbehaved. I shuddered at the memory of the last time she had used it on me, the sharp sting of the leather on my ass cheeks, and the humiliation of being made to count the strokes out loud. I understand," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I picked up the pile of clothes and held them against my chest, my face flushing with embarrassment.

Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Good boy. Now go get dressed. Mark and Tom will be here soon, and I want you to greet them at the door in your new outfit."

I nodded, my cheeks still burning with humiliation, and headed to the bathroom to change. I slipped on the pink lace thong, the words "sissy bitch" mocking me as I looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled on the short pink mini-skirt, the hem barely covering my ass, and the tight pink tank top that proclaimed me to be "my wife's cum dump" in drippy white letters. I looked like a fucking joke, a stupid little sissy bitch in a cheap costume.

I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I knew that Sarah had invited Mark and Tom over for a reason, and I had a feeling that tonight was going to be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.

I walked back into the bedroom, my heart pounding in my chest. Sarah was sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. She looked me up and down, her eyes gleaming with amusement and lust.

"Well, well, well. Look at you, Johnny.

You look like a fucking joke in that outfit." Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with amusement and cruelty. She stood up and walked over to me, running her hands over my body, her fingers tracing the words on my tank top. "Fuck, I love it. You look like such a pathetic little bitch.

Just the way I like it." She whispered in my ear, her breath hot and moist against my skin.

I stood there, my cheeks burning with humiliation, my cock throbbing painfully in its cage. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the scent of her perfume filling my nostrils.

I could sense the cruel smile playing on her lips as she looked me up and down, her eyes taking in every humiliating detail of my outfit.

"You look pathetic, Johnny," she whispered, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "But I fucking love it."

She turned and walked towards the door, her hips swaying seductively. "Come on, let's go greet our guests," she said over her shoulder, her voice laced with anticipation.

I followed her to the door, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing painfully in its cage.

I could feel the cold metal digging into my skin, a constant reminder of my place and my humiliation. Sarah opened the door with a flourish, her eyes gleaming with anticipation and cruelty.

"Welcome, gentlemen," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "I hope you both are ready for some entertainment tonight."

Mark and Tom stood in the doorway, their eyes sweeping over me, their lips curled into smirks of amusement and lust.

"Well, well, well," Mark drawled, his eyes flicking over my outfit, his gaze lingering on the words "My Wife's Cum Dump". "It looks like somebody has finally learned his place. Get on your knees and kiss my feet, bitch." Mark ordered.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a surge of humiliation and resentment. But the look in Mark's eyes told me that disobedience would only lead to more punishment. I slowly lowered myself to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest as I placed my hands on his ankles.

Mark's shoes were black leather, scuffed and worn, with a thick sole. He had big feet, and his shoes were large and heavy on my small hands. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against the toes of his left shoe. I could smell the leather, the sweat from his feet, and it made my stomach churn with disgust.

"Open your mouth, bitch," Mark commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I didn't want to taste his feet, but I knew better than to disobey. I slowly opened my mouth, my lips parting in a silent plea for mercy.

Mark chuckled, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's a good little cocksucker," he said, his voice thick with lust. He looked over at Sarah, a wicked smile playing on his face. "Your little bitch is learning his place, Sarah. He's going to make a fine little fucktoy."

Sarah smirked, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "OK sissy bitch. Now go make our guests some drinks while we get comfortable." Sarah commanded.

I quickly got up from my knees and headed towards the kitchen, my cheeks still burning with humiliation. As I walked, I could feel the cool air of the mini-skirt brushing against my thighs, and the words "my wife's cum dump" mocked me from the tank top. I grabbed a tray from the counter and started to prepare drinks for everyone.

As I worked, I could hear Sarah's laughter and the low murmurs of Mark and Tom. I knew they were talking about me, making fun of me and my humiliation. I tried to block them out, focusing on the task at hand, but their words cut like knives.

"Can you believe how pathetic he looks?" Mark laughed. "That little skirt barely covers his ass, and those words... 'my wife's cum dump.' Fuck, that's hot."

"I know, right?" Tom chimed in. "I've never seen anything like it. You've really broken him in, Sarah."

Sarah giggled like a schoolgirl. "He loves it, don't you, Johnny? You love being my little cum dump, my little sissy bitch."

I flinched at her words, my cheeks burning with humiliation and shame.

I knew that she was right, that I did love it, even though it was fucking humiliating. I finished preparing the drinks, my hands trembling slightly as I carried the tray back into the living room.

Sarah was sitting on the couch, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening with juices. Mark was standing in front of her, his cock in her mouth, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust in and out. Tom was sitting on the armchair, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched the spectacle.

"Here you go, Mistress," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I placed the tray on the coffee table, my hands shaking slightly. I couldn't take my eyes off Sarah's mouth giving Mark pleasure that I was not allowed.

Sarah looked up at me as she sucked Mark's cock. Her gaze taunting me as she forced his cock deep into her throat until her eyes watered. from Mark's cock, her lips glistening with saliva and her eyes gleaming with lust. She kept her eyes on me the whole time, while serving her lover right in front of me.

Mark pulled his cock out of her mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with cruel amusement. "How does it feel to watch other men get to use your wife's body in ways you can only imagine?" Mark taunted, still looking at me as he stroked his thick, wet cock.

I couldn't answer him, my mouth too dry to form words. I just stood there, trembling, as Mark grabbed Sarah's head and forced her back onto his cock. She took him eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep into her throat.

"What do you say, Sarah? Does our little cuckold like watching you suck my cock?" Mark asked, his voice a low growl.

Sarah hummed around his shaft, her eyes flicking to mine as she bobbed her head up and down.

The sound of her mouth working him, the sight of her lips stretched around his thick cock, it was all too much. I felt my own cock throb in its cage, desperate for release.

"Yeah, fuck, that's right, Sarah. Take it like the little cockslut you are," Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. He looked back at me, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "You like watching your wife suck my cock, don't you, Johnny?

You like seeing her take it all the way down her throat, don't you?" Mark taunted, his voice thick with lust.

I could only nod, my cock throbbing painfully in its cage, my body shaking with need. Mark laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine.

"Good boy," he said, his voice laced with mocking affection. "Now, how about you come over here and help Sarah out. You know you want to taste my cock, don't you? You know you want to feel it in your throat, don't you?"

I hesitated for a moment, my cheeks burning with humiliation and shame.

But the sight of Sarah's lips wrapped around Mark's cock, the sound of her sucking, the way her eyes flicked up to meet mine, it was too much. My body moved on autopilot, my feet carrying me closer to the pair.

"That's right, Johnny. Get over here and help your wife out," Mark encouraged, his voice thick with lust. "She loves having two cocks to suck on. Don't you, Sarah?"

Sarah moaned her agreement around Mark's cock, her hands reaching out to grasp the front of my mini-skirt and pull me closer.

I could feel the heat of her body against mine, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked Mark's cock with her mouth.

I dropped to my knees beside her, my eyes never leaving the thick, veiny cock that stretched her lips obscenely. I reached out tentatively, running my fingers along the shaft, marveling at the sheer size of it. It was thick and hard, the skin smooth and silky beneath my touch.

Sarah pulled back, her hand weaving into my hair and guiding me closer to Mark's cock. "Suck it for me baby. Be my little cock sucking sissy bitch." she whispered in my ear, her voice hot and breathless.

I looked up at Mark, my eyes filled with a mix of fear, humiliation, and arousal. His cock was mere inches from my face, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with Sarah's saliva. I could smell the musky scent of his arousal, and it sent a shiver of both fear and desire through me.

"Open up, little bitch," Mark growled, his voice thick with lust. "Suck my cock like a good little cocksucker."

I opened my mouth as Mark grabbed the back of my head forcing his thick cock down my throat, making me gag as I struggled to breath.

Mark groaned in pleasure as he began to fuck my face, using my mouth like a warm, wet pussy. I could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and drool as he thrust in and out.

"Fuck yeah, that's right, little bitch," Mark groaned, looking down at me with a wicked grin. "You look so fucking hot with my cock down your throat. Your wife loves it too, don't you, Sarah?"

Sarah moaned in agreement, her hand still gripping the front of my skirt, pulling me closer to Mark's cock. "Mmm, yes, baby.

Suck that cock like the little slut you are," Sarah purred, her hand sliding down to cup my balls, squeezing gently. "Show us how much you love serving your mistress and her lovers."

I tried to moan my agreement, but Mark's cock was too deep in my throat, cutting off my airway. I could only gag and choke, my tears streaming down my face as I struggled to breathe. The humiliation and degradation were overwhelming, and yet, I couldn't deny the perverse pleasure it brought me.

Mark pulled out slightly, allowing me to catch my breath before shoving his cock back down my throat.

I gagged and drooled, my eyes watering as I struggled to take him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tom lining up behind Sarah and start rubbing his hard cock over her dripping pussy.

My jaw ached as Mark thrust deeper and faster, his balls slapping against my chin. I couldn't help but look up at him, my eyes watering and mascara running down my cheeks. He looked down at me, his eyes wild with lust, a cruel smile on his lips.

"Fuck, this bitch is a pro at deep-throating," he grunted, his hands gripping my head as he pounded my face. "I might have to train you to take it even deeper, you little fucktoy."

Sarah moaned in agreement, her hand still gripping my hair as Tom's cock plunged into her eager pussy. "Oh god, yes, baby.

Suck that cock like you mean it," Sarah moaned, her hips bucking against Tom's as he slide his thick cock in and out of her.

Mark's grip on my hair tightened, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into my throat. I could feel the tip of him hitting the back of my throat with each stroke, making me gag and drool. My nose was pressed against his stomach, and I could smell the musky scent of his arousal, mixed with the sweet smell of Sarah's pussy.

Tom was fucking Sarah with long, hard strokes, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.

His cock was thick and veiny, glistening with Sarah's juices as it slid in and out of her pussy. Sarah was moaning and writhing beneath him, her body completely at his mercy.

Mark was still using my mouth like a fuck hole, his cock thrusting in and out, his balls slapping against my chin. I could feel the vibrations of their fucking, and it only served to turn me on more. The taste of his cock, the smell of their sex, it was all too much. I felt my own cock throbbing painfully in its cage, desperate for release.

I wanted to touch myself, but the cruel hard cage made it impossible. Everyone else was getting pleasured except me.

I was just the cocksucker, the bitch, the fucktoy. I never thought I would ever be in this position, but here I was, on my knees, gagging on Mark's cock while Tom fucked my wife. I could hardly believe how much I was enjoying it. The shame and humiliation were so intense that I could barely breathe, but the sensation of Mark's cock filling my mouth and throat was exhilarating.

Tom's hips were slapping against Sarah's ass, his big cock disappearing into her pussy with each thrust. She was moaning and begging for more, her body shaking with each impact.

Tom's hands gripped her hips hard, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her mercilessly.

"That's it, you fucking slut," Tom groaned. "Take that big cock like the whore you are."

Sarah screamed out in ecstasy, her body writhing and bucking against him. "Oh god, Tom, fuck me harder! Make me your little fucking whore!" she begged, her voice ragged and breathless.

I watched in awe and disbelief as my wife begged for another man's cock, her body completely at his mercy. Sarah had cut me off from sex completely and showed no interest in fucking me, yet here she was begging for another man's cock. I watched her legs quake in almost a continuous orgasm as his huge dick spread her pussy wider than I had ever seen it.

She was moaning and begging for it harder and deeper, her body convulsing around his cock. I could feel the vibrations of his thrusts through her body and into mine as I knelt at her feet, my own cock aching in its cage.

Mark finally pulled his cock out of my throat with a pop, and I gasped for air, my eyes watering and face slick with spit and tears. Sarah was so lost in her pleasure, she barely noticed.

"Fuck, that was hot," Mark said, looking down at me. "Your wife is one fucking dirty slut, Johnny.

I love it," Mark said, his eyes on Sarah's writhing body. He looked down at me, a wicked grin on his face. "And you, you little cocksucker, you're a fucking natural. You took my cock down your throat like a pro. I think it's time to see what else that little bitch mouth of yours can do."

Mark reached down and grabbed my chin, his fingers digging into my flesh as he forced me to look up at him. "You're going to suck my balls now, bitch," he growled.

"Show me how much you love serving my cock."

I whimpered, my dick still throbbing in its cage, but not from desire this time. The humiliation and degradation were intense, but I knew better than to disobey. I opened my mouth wider, my tongue lapping at his balls as they hung heavy and full in front of my face. I could taste the musky scent of him, the saltiness of his sweat, and it made my stomach churn with disgust. "That's it, bitch. Take them deep into your mouth.

Make me feel it, bitch." Mark commanded, his voice a low growl. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over me. But the look in his eyes told me that I didn't have a choice. I opened my mouth wider, my tongue tentatively licking at his balls. They were heavy and full, hanging low in their sac. I swallowed hard, trying to push back the bile that rose in my throat as I took one of his balls into my mouth. I could feel the rough skin of his sac against my lips, and I could taste the musky, salty flavor of him.

Mark lifted one of his legs up on the coffee table, giving me better access to his balls. "Lick the sweat off my balls, bitch." Mark commanded, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you love serving me."

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile that rose in my throat as I began to lick the underside of his sac. I could taste the salty, musky flavor of his sweat, and it made my stomach churn. I tried not to gag as I licked and sucked, my tongue running over the rough skin of his scrotum.

Mark groaned in pleasure, his hips shifting slightly as I worked. "That's a good little cocksucker," he said, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Now, lick my hairy ass, bitch" he commanded, pushing my head further downwards.

I hesitated, my stomach churning at the thought of doing something so humiliating and degrading. Mark noticed and laughed, a low, cruel sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I said lick my fucking ass, bitch. Don't make me repeat myself." I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the crease of his ass. The taste and smell of him were overwhelming, and I had to fight back the urge to gag.

"That's right, bitch.

Get that tongue deep in my ass," Mark growled, his hands gripping my hair as he pushed my head further down onto his ass. I gagged and choked as the taste and smell of his asshole filled my mouth and nose. It was disgusting, but I knew better than to pull away. I started licking and slurping, my tongue running over his sweaty, hairy crack. Mark groaned and pushed his ass further into my face, grinding his hole against my tongue.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch. Get in there deep. You fucking love it, don't you? Licking my ass like the pathetic little faggot you are, Mark taunted, his voice thick with lust and cruelty.

Sarah looked up from getting fucked by Tom and watched me licking Mark's ass.

She laughed, a high-pitched, cruel sound that cut through the room. "Oh fuck, that's hot, Johnny. Our little bitch is really earning his keep tonight." She moaned out as Tom's cock plunged into her, her hips jerking back to meet his thrusts.

"Yeah, you little fucking cocksucker," Mark groaned, pushing my head deeper into his ass, making me gag. "Lick that fucking hole, bitch. Show me how much you love serving me."

I tried to pull away, but Mark's grip on my hair was ironclad.

He pushed my face deeper into his ass, smothering me with his stench. I gagged and choked, my tongue lapping frantically at his filthy hole.

"Fuck, yeah, that's it," Mark groaned, his hips rolling against my face. "Take that tongue deep into my ass. Show me how much you love serving me, you fucking faggot."

Sarah laughed again, her eyes gleaming with lust and cruelty. "Yeah, Johnny, show Mark how much you love serving him. Show him how much you love being our little bitch."

I whimpered, my body trembling with humiliation and disgust.

The taste and smell of Mark's ass were overpowering, making me gag and choke. I tried to pull away, but Mark's grip on my hair was vice-like.

"Please, Mark. I can't... I can't breathe," I gasped, tears streaming down my face. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. You're going to lick my ass until I say you can stop."

I whimpered again, my body shaking with sobs. I tried to push back the bile rising in my throat, but it was no use.

My stomach convulsed, and I almost vomited all over Mark's ass and balls. Sarah saw me gagging and it must have triggered her orgasm, because suddenly, she began shaking in an obvious uncontrolled orgasm.

She squeezed her pussy around Tom's cock, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips harder.

"Fuck, Sarah, I'm close too, you dirty slut!" he grunted, slamming into her over and over.

"Come inside me, Tom. Fill me up with your cum," Sarah begged, her voice ragged and breathless.

Tom let out a roar and drove his cock deep inside her, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Sarah moaned and convulsed around him, her body milked him dry as he pumped her full of his cum.

Tom pulled out of her with a pop, his cock glistening with their combined juices.

"Your turn, fucking cuckold," he sneered, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "Get over here and clean my cock. Show your mistress how much you love serving her and her lovers."

I hesitated for a moment, my eyes flicking up to Sarah's flushed face. She smiled cruelly at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and Dominance.

"Get over here and suck his cock, Johnny," she commanded, her voice thick with amusement.

"Show us how much you love tasting another man's cum."

I swallowed hard, my stomach churning with a mix of dread and arousal. I crawled over to Tom, his cock still glistening with Sarah's juices and his own cum. I could smell their combined scent, and it made my head spin.

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with fear and humiliation. His cock was thick and veiny, the tip glistening with their mixed arousal. I could see the remnants of Sarah's pussy juice clinging to the shaft, and it only served to turn me on more.

I was ashamed of myself for enjoying the sight, but my cock in its cage was throbbing painfully, desperate for release. I opened my mouth and took the tip of Tom's cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. The taste of Sarah and Tom mixed together was overwhelming, but I couldn't stop myself from taking more.

"That's a good little cuckold," Tom sneered, his hand gripping my hair and forcing my head down onto his cock. "Clean my cock like the pathetic little bitch you are."

I gagged slightly as Tom pushed his cock further into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

I could feel the veins pulsing beneath my tongue, and I could taste the remnants of Sarah's pussy and Tom's cum. It was a filthy, degrading taste, but it only served to turn me on more. I started to suck and lick, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I took him deeper into my mouth.

Mark looked over at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Look at our little cuckold, Sarah. He's cleaning Tom's cock like the pathetic little bitch he is. Aren't you, Johnny?" Mark taunted, his voice thick with lust and cruelty.

"You're just a fucking cum dump for her lovers, aren't you, Johnny? A pathetic little cuckold who loves the taste of other men's cum."

I tried to protest, but Tom's cock was too deep in my throat, cutting off my airway. I could only moan and gag, my eyes watering as I looked up at him.

"That's right, you fucking cuckold," Tom sneered, his hips thrusting gently as I bobbed my head up and down. "You love it, don't you?

You love being my little cum dump, my little sissy bitch," Sarah taunted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she watched me suck Tom's cock. "You love the taste of his cum, don't you?"

Mark chuckled, his eyes gleaming with lust. You're pathetic. But we love you for it. Don't we, Sarah?"

Sarah nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as I worked Tom's cock with my mouth. "Yes, we do, Johnny. And now, get your sissy ass over here and clean out my pussy." Sarah ordered, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "I want to feel your fucking tongue licking up all that cum inside me."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a surge of disgust and humiliation. But the look in her eyes told me that disobedience would only lead to prolonged chastity. I crawled over to her, my heart pounding in my chest as I positioned myself between her legs.

Up close, I could see the remnants of Tom's cum leaking out of her pussy, mixed with her own juices. The smell of their sex was overwhelming, making my stomach churn with disgust.

But I knew better than to disobey if I wanted to cum today. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the mixture of cum and Sarah's juices from her pussy. The taste was salty and bitter, and I nearly gagged.

"That's it, Johnny," Sarah cooed, her fingers tangling in my hair and pushing my face deeper into her crotch. "Clean me up nice and good. Show me how much you love serving your mistress."

I whimpered, my tongue lapping at her pussy, trying to clean up the mess she and Tom had made. As I licked her swollen pussy lips, I imagined how they must have felt wrapped around Tom's dick and my dick swelled inside of the chastity cage causing a wave of fresh pain.

I could feel the heat of Sarah's body against my face, her thighs clamping around my ears. The combined taste of their cum and her juices was overpowering, but I was determined to clean her up, hoping that she would finally let me cum after this humiliation.

"That's right, you little bitch. Lick it all up. Don't miss a fucking drop," Sarah taunted, her voice thick with lust and cruelty. "Tom really filled me up, didn't he? I bet you love lapping up his cum, don't you faggot?"

Finally, I was finished and Sarah pushed me roughly away. She stood up, walked over to Mark and pushed him back on the couch. She then straddled his thighs and grabbed his hard cock rubbing it all over her still juicy pussy and sliding it inside her.

I saw my wife's pussy stretch around Mark's big cock and the last remnants of Tom's cum leaking out around his shaft and down to his balls while she started to slowly ride Mark's cock.

Mark groaned and started playing with her big beautiful tits hanging in front of him like ripe melons.

Sarah moaned and started riding him faster, her pussy gripping his cock tight as she dug her nails into his chest. "Fuck, Mark. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. You feel so much bigger than my husband's pathetic little dick," she taunted, her voice ragged with lust.

She reached behind her, her hand searching for my head. "Come here, you little sissy bitch. I want you to lick my ass while I ride this real man's cock," she demanded, her voice thick with cruel amusement.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a surge of humiliation and disgust, but my cock was aching and I desperately wanted her to give me a release, so I got down on my knees and started licking. It tried to keep my tongue on target as Sarah rode him, but their movements caused my tongue to bounce from her asshole to his balls.

I could hear the squelching sounds of their sex and the mixed smell of semen, pussy, and ass all blended together.

Sarah's body was slick with sweat as she rode Mark's cock, her breasts bouncing and swaying with each movement. Mark's hands gripped her hips, driving her down onto his dick with force. His own hips bucked up to meet hers with every thrust, his cock disappearing deep inside her.

I licked her ass, trying to keep my tongue on target as she bounced on Mark's cock. The taste was a mix of her own juices, Tom's cum, and just a hint of shit. It was disgusting, but I forced myself to keep going, hoping that she would finally let me cum.

Sarah's moans and whimpers grew louder as she rode Mark's cock, her body shaking with each impact of their hips. Mark's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her mercilessly.

"Fuck, Sarah, your pussy is so fucking tight," Mark groaned, his hips slapping against hers with each thrust. "I'm going to fill your fucking womb with my cum, you little slut."

Sarah screamed out in ecstasy, her body convulsing around his cock.

"Fuck, Mark! Yes! Fill me up! Breed me, you fucking stud!"

Mark's face contorted with pleasure and he let out a primitive roar as he thrust deep into Sarah, his cock pulsing and filling her with his hot cum. Sarah's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop from his balls.

Mark collapsed back on the couch, panting and covered in sweat. Sarah fell forward onto his chest, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible," she panted, her voice a hoarse whisper.

I could see the satisfied smile on her face as she looked down at Mark, his cock still twitching inside her. She kissed him deeply leaving him inside her. I could see the cum dripping out of her and running down over his balls right in front of my face.

"You better catch all that cum, little faggot." Sarah commanded.

I stuck out my tongue and started lapping the cum off Mark's balls as it ran out. My nose was still buried in Sarah's ass and I could hear them kissing each other passionately while I lapped away on my knees behind her.

I heard Mark whisper something and Sarah laughed. She lifted up slightly and Mark slid his ass to the edge of the couch. "I can feel the cum dripping down my asshole bitch. Don't forget to lick it clean too." Mark said laughing.

"That's right, little bitch. Lick my balls clean while Sarah slides her hot, cum-filled cunt up and down my cock. Make sure to lap up every last drop of our mixed juices. Be a good little cum dump."

Totally defeated, I moved lower and started licking Mark's asshole. Sarah started laughing out loud, each laugh pushing more cum out of her well fucked pussy.

"You're such a pathetic little dog, Johnny.

You love licking up our cum, don't you?" Sarah taunted, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she watched me lap at Mark's balls and ass.

Mark chuckled, running his fingers through Sarah's hair and gripping it tightly. "That's right, you fucking bitch," he growled. "You love being our little cum dump, don't you? You love the taste of our cum, the smell of our sex."

Sarah moaned in agreement as she lifted up off Mark's lap. His cock slid out with a plop followed by a gush of thick white dick snot that ran down his cock and balls right into my waiting tongue.

I tried to swallow, but it was too much at once and I almost gagged again as I choked it down.

The taste of their mixed juices flooded my mouth, and I could feel the thick, sticky substance slide down my throat as I swallowed. I continued licking, making sure to get every last drop, my tongue probing his ass and balls, cleaning up any remaining cum or sweat.

Sarah and Mark were both watching me now, their eyes gleaming with lust and amusement. Sarah's hair was disheveled, her lips swollen and red from their kisses. She looked utterly debauched, a vision of pure, filthy beauty.

"Fuck, that's hot, Johnny," Sarah said, her voice a low purr.

"Watching you on your knees, licking our cum out of Mark's ass like a good little bitch. You really are our little cum dump, aren't you?"

Mark laughed, a deep, throaty sound. "Yeah, this fucking cuckold loves the taste of our cum, don't you, Johnny? You love serving us, don't you?"

I couldn't respond, my mouth was too full of their mixed juices. I just nodded, my cheeks flushing with humiliation and shame.

Sarah stood up, her body glistening with sweat.

She looked down at me, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Alright, little bitch. It's time for your reward."

I looked up at her, hope flickering in my eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she would finally let me cum.