Chapter 6: Fabian fucks Sarah
Fabian led Sarah by the hand in the bedroom stopped at the foot of the large bed and surveyed the room. His eyes landed on a plush armchair in the corner. “You two,” he said, jerking his chin at Rory and Jewels. “The chair. Sit."
Jewels guided Rory, naked, toward the chair. She pushed him down and then perched on the armrest, her stockinged thigh pressed against his caged, useless groin. Her expression was one of avid fascination.
“Sarah,” Fabian said, his tone dropping into a softer, more dangerous register. “On your knees. Here.” He tapped the floor before him.
Sarah sank down without hesitation, the leopard print and black lace a stark contrast against the pale cream carpet. She looked up at him, her lips parted, her breaths shallow. “Open me up,” he commanded, his hands on his hips. “Take it out. Show them what you want to worship.”
Her hands fumbled with the button of his expensive jeans. She got it open, then dragged the zipper down with a harsh, metallic rasp. She didn’t push the jeans down yet, just slid her hand inside the opening. Her eyes widened.
“Oh, god,” she breathed, her voice full of genuine awe. She wrapped her fingers around him inside his boxers and drew him out. “Master. It’s huge already.”
As she stroked, Fabian pushed his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs, letting them pool at his feet. Even half-hard, the thick, dark shaft was astonishingly big, heavy and virile against the pale skin of her wrist. Jewels let out a sharp, involuntary gasp from the chair. “Holy shit,” she whispered, leaning forward.
As she rubbed he became fully erect, a truly formidable piece of anatomy, thick-veined and dark. He placed a hand on the back of Sarah’s head, his fingers threading through her blonde hair.
“See that Jewels?” Sarah said, not taking her eyes off the cock in her hand. “I've not seen Fabian for more than a year.” She began to stroke him to full, brutal hardness. “But I've been thinking about it when i play with myself, sometimes when i'm having sex with Rory. Remembering what it felt like..”
“Look at your wife, Rory,” Fabian said, his voice calm and conversational. “Look at how much she wants me."
"Oh God, yes Master. I'll do anything."
He drew his cock back and, with a controlled, firm motion, slapped the heavy, hot length of it against Sarah’s cheek. The sound was a wet, fleshy smack.
Sarah flinched and moaned, her eyes fluttering shut.
He did it again on the other side, a little harder. Her head rocked with the impact. “Such a pretty, married slut,” Fabian mused. He rested the shaft along her face onto her forehead, a gesture of ownership and submission. He looked directly at Rory, whose own face was ashen.
“You enjoy this sight, cuck?” Fabian asked, his thumb stroking Sarah’s hairline. “You enjoy watching your white wife on her knees, my big black cock resting on her face? You know she's mine to use.”
Sarah’s mouth fell open, her tongue extending in wanton desire to taste his big cock as it lay heavily on her face. Fabian lifted it as few inches and tapped it on her face with a series of thunks that resonated across the room. Sarah moaned, a deep, guttural sound.
“You love that taste, that smell, don’t you?” Fabian asked, watching her. “The taste of a real man. Of your Master.”
She nodded, her eyes glazed, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his shaft as he pulled back an inch.
From the chair, Rory could only stare, his own trapped flesh straining painfully against the steel. Jewels shifted, her thigh rubbing his crotch and her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, her fingers digging in with excited pressure.
“Look at her,” Jewels breathed into his ear. “She loves it, who can blame her. You have a nice cock Rory, but nothing like that....”
Fabian gripped her hair, holding her head back so she had to look up . “I have a question for you, Sarah.”
“Anything, Master.”
“Do you want to be owned?” The question hung in the perfumed air, sharp as a blade. “Not just tonight. owned.”
Sarah’s flicked her gaze for a a second toward Rory, “Oh, yes!,” she panted.
“Louder.”
"Yes, Master!” The word was a desperate exhale. “I want to be owned by you.”
Fabian smirked with satisfaction. “I will text you or call you. Tell you when and where. You’ll come dressed as instructed, to entertain me. My dirty, married bitch” He emphasized the crudeness of the last word, “Is that what you want?”
Sarah didn’t hesitate. Her voice was clear, choked with desire but unwavering. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
“And will you do anything I ask.” He pressed the head of his cock against her cheek again. “Anything at all.” He looked at Rory.
She turned her face, kissing the salty-smooth skin of his shaft. “Anything,” she vowed, her lips moving against him. “I’ll do anything you ask, Master.”
He walked backward holding her hair, forcing her to shuffle on her knees to follow the relentless pull. Her stockings hissed against the carpetuntil the backs of his legs hit the edge of the marital bed.
He leaned back, his powerful thighs spread. With his free hand, he cupped his heavy balls, lifting them. The dark, full sac was a stark contrast against his skin. “Open,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Sarah needed no further instruction. She leaned forward, her mouth opening wide, and took his balls into her mouth. She suckled them, her tongue working over the coarse hair and taut skin, her cheeks hollowing. A low groan came fom Fabian bouncing his massive cock on her forhead. He looked over the top of her bobbing head, his eyes locking on Rory.
“See this?” Fabian’s voice was thick with pleasure and gloating. “My big black balls in your wife's mouth. She’s serving her master. Listen to her slurping on them”
A wet, slurping noise filled the silence. Sarah moaned around the full weight of him, her eyes closed in concentration. Jewels squirmed on the arm of the chair, her hand sliding from Rory’s shoulder to his bare chest, feeling his heart hammer beneath her palm.
Fabian continued, his hips shifting slightly to feed her more. “This is what she fantasizes about when she fucks you. Thinking about my much bigger cock, my balls, my cum over her. Don't you, Sarah?”
She whimpered an affirmative around her mouthful, nodding desperately.
He tugged her hair, pulling her off his balls with a soft, wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to his skin. He guided her mouth to the thick, black head of his cock, glistening with pre-cum. “That's it. Show your husband how much cock you can get in that pretty mouth.”
Sarah enveloped him, her lips stretching wide. She couldn't much more than the head of it in, before pulling back with a gasping breath. "I'm doing my best, sir, but it is so big." Then she dove again, establishing a rhythm. The sounds were obscene; her eager wet sucking and Fabian’s ragged breathing.
“Look at her,” Jewels whispered, her own breath coming fast. “She’s a desperate slut for him.”
Fabian’s control was a savage. Rory could only stare, his vision tunneling to the image of his wife’s blonde head moving the black man's groin with his steel cage confining his stiff cock
“Stop,” Fabian ordered softly.
Sarah pulled off, her lips swollen and slick, a trail of spit webbing from her mouth to the shining black tip of his cock. She panted, her mascara slightly smudged.
“Come here,” Fabian said, his gaze still on Rory. He didn’t specify who. Sarah moved to rise, but his hand held her down. “Not you. Him.”
Rory flinched. Jewels gave him a slight push. “Go on.”
Stiff-legged, Rory stood and walked the few feet to the foot of the bed. He could smell Sarah’s perfume, and beneath it, the muskier, saltier scent of Fabian’s skin and arousal.
“Look at her,” Fabian said. “Look at your wife’s mouth. kneel beside her and kiss her. Now.”
The command was so profoundly degrading Rory felt the floor tilt. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark.
Rory knelt and turned to her Their lips met. Hers were warm, wet, and tasted profoundly alien—a salty, bitter, visceral flavour of another man, her tongue pushing into his mouth, forcing him to share it. Rory’s stomach turned even as a traitorous, electric jolt shot through his caged groin.
Fabian smirked. “Good,” he grunted. “Tell him who's cock you want.” He pulled Sarah’s head back around to face him his hand in her hair, tilting her face up to his. “Tell him,” Fabian said, his voice calm but absolute.
Sarah’s eyes, glazed with lust and submission, shifted to Rory. Her lips, still wet from both men, parted. “I want to be a slut for big black cock. I want to be your slut, Master.” She was speaking to Fabian, but her gaze remained locked on Rory. “His cock…” she gestured weakly toward Rory’s caged groin, “…it’s nice. But it doesn’t fill me. Not like you do. I need… I need bigger cock to feel completely satisfied. I need yours. To be dominated, obedient to you, owned. ”
Rory felt Jewels’ dark sharpfingernails dug into his shoulder from behind.
“Louder,” Fabian commanded, his own arousal as his cock stuck out rock hard and huge.
“I need bigger black cock!” Sarah cried out, her voice breaking with emotion. “I need your huge cock to stretch and fill my married cunt! The way only you do!”
A brutal smile spread across Fabian’s face. He released her hair and shifted his body on the bed. Moving with controlled, athletic grace, he rolled onto his back, pulling his knees up toward his chest. He spread his legs wide, presenting the powerful, muscular expanse of his thighs and the dark, tight furl of his arsehole between them.
“Then show him,” Fabian said, his head tilted back on the pillow, watching Rory. “Show your cuckold husband what a true slut will do for her Master. Show him you’ll do anything.”
Sarah briefly hesitated. She looked at Rory and inched forward on her knees, her stockings whispering against the duvet. The elaborate lace of her lingerie framed her desperate pursuit. She positioned her head between his spread thighs, her face inches from his arse.
The room held its breath. Jewels leaned so far forward she was almost off the armchair.
Sarah’s tongue emerged, pink and eager . She pressed it flat against his perineum, licking upward in a slow, filthy stroke. She nuzzled the heavy sack of his balls, worshipping them with her lips and tongue before moving lower and with a submissive whimper, she pressed her face deep into his musky cleft.
Her tongue delved, pointed and insistent, against his tightdark hole. She licked in broad, wet strokes, then circled the tight ring of muscle. She french-kissed his arsehole, her mouth open, her tongue probing as if trying to delve inside. The sounds were lewd, wet, and intimate; slurping, hungry dedication.
“Oh, fuck yeah, bitch,” Fabian groaned, his abdomen clenching. One hand behind his knee, spreading himself wider for her the other in her hair pulling her into him. “In deeper. Get it nice and wet for me, you white slut.”
Sarah moaned into him, loving the degrading words, earning a sharp grunt from Fabian. Her hands gripped his powerful thighs, her red nails digging in as she ate his arse with shameless zeal. She was lost in the act, in the degradation and the power of it.
“Your wife is his slut,” Jewels breathed, her voice husky with her own arousal. “You've got a nice big cock but you can't compete with Fabian, look how much Sarah wants it.”
Sarah pulled her face from between Fabian’s cheeks with a ragged gasp. She looked utterly debased, her bright red lipstick smeared. “Please,” she panted, crawling up his body, her nails digging into his hard stomach. “Master, please. I need it. Fuck me.”
Fabian’s eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, gleamed with triumph. He didn’t move, just lay there like a god resting on his altar. “You’re that desperate for it?”
“Yes!” The word was a sob. She kissed his chest, his collarbone, her mouth leaving red smudges. “My pussy is throbbing. I need your big black cock stretching me open on my own bed. Please, Master.”
He let her beg for another moment, her pleas falling against his skin like frantic prayers. Then he nodded, a single, lazy motion and moved to lie territorially on her husband's side of the bed.Sarah followed, pulling her damp leopard skin thong down and off, swung one stocking clad leg over his hips, straddling him,
Jewels, watching from the chair, made a low, approving sound. She stood up, She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, standing in just her boots, holdups, and a simple black bra. She climbed onto the bed, laying on her side next to Fabian’s outstretched arm, propping her head on her hand to watch.
Sarah positioned herself above Fabian’s daunting erection. The broad, black head pressed against her wet, pale pussy. She was slick, visibly glistening, but the size disparity was still terrifying. She bit her lip, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and ravenous need.
“Do it,” Fabian commanded, his voice a low vibration beneath her. “Take your Master’s cock.”
With a whimper, Sarah began to lower herself. The head pressed, then began to stretch her open. Her mouth formed a silent ‘O’ as she sank down an inch, the intense stretch making her thighs tremble. She paused, breathing heavily, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the massive invasion.
“Look at her face,” Jewels murmured, her gaze fixed on Sarah’s strained expression. She then turned her head, her mischievous eyes locking on Rory, who stood frozen at the foot of the bed. “Don’t just stand there, Rory. Get over here.”
Rory felt pulled by an invisible wire of shame and compelled fascination. He moved to the side of the bed where Jewels lay.
“Right here,” she said, patting the duvet between her spread legs, revealing her own neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Eat my pussy while she gets fucked.”
Rory leaned forward, his tongue probing through her damp folds. Jewels shuddered, a quick intake of breath. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, but the encouragement wasn’t for him.
On the other side of Jewels, Sarah was slowly ridingup and down, with each downward stroke taking a little more of the monster cock. A guttural cry was torn from her throat. “Fuck! Oh God, it’s so big!”
“You wanted it,” Fabian growled, his hands gripping her hips. “Now take my big black cock, you dirty bitch.”
He didn’t help her. He just held her, forcing her to do all the work, to impaling herself completely . She rocked, grinding, her body slowly, torturously accommodating him. The wet, sucking sound of her stretching was obscenely loud in the room, punctuated by her choked gasps.
Rory lapped at Jewels, his tongue circling her clit, the taste of her filling his mouth as the sounds of his wife’s eager fucking and lust filled his ears.
“Fucking hell, Sarah,” Jewels breathed, her hand drifting to her own breast, pinching her nipple through the bra. “God Rory she's taken it all. She'll be so stretched!”
Sarah was now fully sheathed, seated completely on Fabian’s pelvis, her body trembling violently. She was impossibly full, her stomach subtly distended by the thick intrusion. She gasped for air, her eyes wide and unseeing.
“Move,” Fabian ordered, slapping her arse sharply. The crack of skin on skin made Rory flinch, his tongue pausing.
“Don’t stop,” Jewels snapped, pressing his head back into her.
With a ragged sob, Sarah began to ride him. Her movements were initially shallow, a tentative rocking of her hips. But as the initial shock subsided, a desperate rhythm took over. She rose up, his slick, dark length almost sliding completely out before she sank back down with a wet, heavy slap of flesh.
“Yes!” she screamed, finding a brutal pace. “Oh God, Master! It’s so deep!”
Fabian watched her, his hands now roaming her body, squeezing her lace-clad breasts, pinching her nipples hard. “This is my pussy cuck” he called over Jewels’s body to Rory. “This stretched, dripping fuck-hole belongs to me. Tell him, Sarah.”
“It’s his!” Sarah wailed, bouncing wildly. “My pussy is for Master’s big black cock! It’s not yours! It’s his!”
Rory ate Jewels with a frantic energy, trying to lose himself in the tang of her, to block out his wife’s declarations. Jewels’s hips began to buck against his face, her moans joining the symphony of grunts and slapping skin.
“Right there, Rory, don’t stop,” she chanted, her fingers tangling in his hair, controlling his movements.
Fabian’s breathing grew harsh. He thrust upward to meet Sarah’s plunges, the bedframe starting a faint, rhythmic creak of protest. The sound of their coupling was brutally wet, a viscous, squelching rhythm that spoke of relentless friction and total possession.
Jewels suddenly pushed Rory’s head away from her pussy, her chest heaving. "You need to see what’s actually happening to your wife.”
Sarah stopped her frantic riding and sat on Fabian, fully penetrated. Fabian glared at the interruption, but said nothing, his hands still gripping her hips.
Jewels stepped off the bed. “On your back. Now.”
Rory obeyed, his body and found himself staring up at the ceiling, at the familiar light fixture he’d installed himself.
“Sarah, baby,” Jewels said, her voice slick with false sweetness. “Get on your hands and knees. Straddle Rory’s face. Let him see what Fabian’s doing to your pussy.”
A low, hungry sound escaped Fabian. He helped lift Sarah off his cock with a loud, sucking plop. She whimpered and crawled backward on the bed until she was positioned above Rory.
He looked up. Her swollen, glistening lips an inch from his nose. The aroma was overwhelming: her juice, mixed with the musky smell of Fabian. Her pink flesh was parted, profoundly stretched, lips plump and pouting a deep, pulsing redness and glistening with her juices. It gaped slightly open.
“Fucking hell,” Rory breathed, the words knocked out of him.
“See that?” Sarah panted, looking down at him past her own trembling breasts. “See how wide open I am? He did that. You’ve can't do that to me.”
Fabian moved behind her kneeling on the bed. He took his cock in one hand, stroking it slowly, smearing its wetness. He aimed the incredibly thick black head at her gaping entrance, pressing against the stretched, tender flesh co close Rory could smell.
“Watch close,” Fabian growled.
He pushed forward. Rory saw the dark, massive knob begin to disappear, stretching Sarah’s vulnerable pink flesh wider in a slow, relentless invasion. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, trying to accommodate the massive girth. A strangled scream tore from her throat as he slowly filled her fully, the base of his cock disappearing his big balls resting on Rory's forhead.
“Oh God, oh fuck, yes!” she shrieked, her body bowing.
The proximity was horrofying. Rory could see every detail of the union, the way her flesh strained to hug the thick shaft. As Fabian drew back, the cock pulled her inner lips outward with it before sliding back in with a wet, thick push.
As he thrust into her Sarah ground herself down on Rory's face them fucking now on his face as she cried an moaned,
Sarah gasped, her voice breaking. “Lick me. Lick my clit while he fucks me.”
Rory’s tongue tentatively found the hard, swollen nub above where Fabian was pistoning in and out. The taste was complex, salty and sharp, overwhelmingly foreign.
“Harder!” she demanded, grinding her hips down against his face. Her movements were erratic, driven by Fabian’s hard thrusts from behind, each impact violaently rocking her forward. “Use your tongue while my Master uses me! Help me cum on his cock!”
Rory obeyed, lapping at her clit as she ground into his face desperately. Her juices and Fabian’s seeped down, coating his lips, his chin. He could feel the vibrations of her cries through his mouth. Her hands fumbled down, her fingers pulling at his caged straining cock and his balls. He cried out as she squeezed and pulled, a sharp, punishing pain that made him grunt against her flesh.
“You like that?” she yelled, yanking his scrotum. “This cock, it's nothing! It'll never fill me like this! I will go to my Master whenever he summons me to be his slut!”
Fabian’s pace became punishing, each thrust slamming her body forward, forcing her pussy harder onto Rory’s mouth. The bed rocked, its frame complaining with a rhythmic groan. The air was a soup of sweat, sex, and perfume. Jewels frantically stroked her pussy watching.
“I’m gonna cum!” Sarah screamed, her voice raw. “I’m gonna cum on your big black cock, Master! Make me cum!”
Her inner muscles clamped down in a violent, rippling spasm around Fabian’s shaft. Rory felt it through her flesh, a series of frantic pulsations. Her back arched violently and a guttural, shameless wail erupted from her as her orgasm tore through her. Rory’s face was flooded with a hot, fresh gush of her release, mixing with the existing slickness.
“Take it, you slut,” Fabian snarled, his control snapping. His thrusts lost all rhythm, becoming shallow, frantic jerks. “Take my fucking cum.”
With a roar that seemed to shake the room, he drove deep and held there, his body rigid. Sarah cried out, feeling the hot, piercing jets of his cum flooding her deepest recess. Rory, beneath her, squashed by her writhing, his mouth still on her clit as her body was claimed and filled by another man.
Fabian shuddered through the last pulses, then slowly pulled out. A thick, white trickle immediately began to seep from Sarah’s well-used opening, dripping down onto Rory’s cheek and the carpet beneath his head.
Sarah collapsed on Rory, breathing in ragged, sobbing gasps. Fabian stayed on his knees behind her, spent but triumphant, watching his results drip onto the cuckold’s face. Jewels sighed, a long, satisfied sound from the chair.
“Now,” Fabian said, standing beside them his voice hoarse but definitive. “Clean my cock you filthy bitch." Sarah tiredly sat up on Rory's face and obediently opened her mouth for the big black cock. "Rub your sticky cunt over his face while you do it.” Fabian commanded, his voice rough with dominance. Sarah, trembling with exhaustion and pleasure, obeyed. She shifted her weight, her nylon clad thighs squeezing Rory’s head as put her weight on his mouth. The heat of her used pussy and Fabian’s cum mixed with her own juices covered his face.
He heard fabian pick up his jeans and with one last lingering kiss headed downstairs. "I'll let you know when I want you," he shouted back.....