Chapter 7: The winslows
Emory arrived at the Winslows house for her next session. Of course, the dynamics of her therapy had changed greatly as she now served as Dr Winslows submissive, and at Dr Winslows request, began a preverted awkward affair with her husband, Mr Winslow. This particular Friday, Emory had arrived at the Winslows' elegant, sprawling house for her regularly scheduled therapy session. Dr. Winslow had been uncharacteristically silent during their last session, breaking her usual pattern of probing questions and insightful observations. Only instructing her to masterbate infront of her, forgoing their typical domme play. Instead, she had simply smiled enigmatically and told Emory to expect a surprise.
Emory knocked on the study door, as instructed, and heard her therapist's voice bid her to enter. As she stepped inside, Dr. Winslow was seated at her desk, her legs crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.
Emory had seen that look before, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She knew that Dr. Winslow had something planned, something naughty and exciting.
"Please, sit down, Emory," Dr. Winslow instructed, her voice low and husky.
Emory did as she was told, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had no idea what her therapist had in store for her today, but she knew it would be something memorable.
"So, tell me, Emory," Dr. Winslow began, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and curiosity.
"I want you to tell me about your encounter with my husband, Matt. Don't leave anything out."
Emory's cheeks flushed at the request, but she knew better than to disobey Dr. Winslow. She took a deep breath and began to recount her dirty encounter with Matt, her voice shaking with a mix of shame and arousal.
"Um, well, it started with him confessing some...perverted fantasies to me. He told me he likes to wear your clothes, your panties.
And that he's snuck into the house of one of your interns, Molly, and stolen her used panties. He confessed that he's even made brownies with his cum baked into them for the sorority you advise."
Dr. Winslow's eyes widened in shock, but her face quickly flushed with a mix of anger and arousal. "Is that so?" she growled, her voice thick with lust. "He's a fucking pig, isn't he? A filthy, perverted little pig."
Emory nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, he is," she whispered.
“did he fuck you like I asked?” Dr. Winslow pressed, her eyes burning into Emory's.
Emory felt a rush of heat between her legs at the question. The memory of Matt's small, desperate cock sliding into her, the way he had begged and pleaded for more, was still fresh in her mind. She knew what Dr. Winslow wanted to hear, and she was eager to please.
“Yes,” Emory whispered, her voice thick with desire. “He...he fucked me, Dr. Winslow. Just like you said.”
Dr. Winslow's lips curled into a wicked grin, her eyes gleaming with lust. “Good girl,” she murmured.
“And did he fuck you like you wanted? Did he make you come?” she asked, leaning back in her chair, her eyes never leaving the young woman sitting across from her.
Emory nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, he did. It was...intense.”
Dr. Winslow stood up, her chair rolling back slightly as she walked towards Emory. She towered over the young woman, her eyes burning with desire. “Intense, huh?” she mused, her voice thick with lust. “I’ll bet it was.
And did you enjoy it, Emory? Did you like the feel of my husband’s cock inside you?” Dr. Winslow asked, her voice husky with arousal. She ran a finger along Emory’s jaw, tracing the curve of her earlobe before letting her hand drop to her lap.
Emory nodded, her breath hitching as Dr. Winslow’s scent filled her nostrils. She couldn’t deny the raw, primal desire that was coursing through her veins. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It was...different. Hungry. Preverted.
Dirty. Dominating. Emory had never known these facets of herself until Dr. Winslow had drawn them out. But now, as she sat in the therapist's study, recounting her encounter with her husband, she couldn't deny the power that surged through her. She loved being in control, loved making Matt squirm and beg for more. And she loved the look in Dr. Winslow's eyes as she confessed her every dirty deed.
"Fuck, Emory," Dr. Winslow murmured, her voice thick with desire.
She moved her hand to Emory's thigh, slowly running her fingers up the smooth skin, her breath hot on the younger woman's face. "Tell me everything, Emory. Don't leave out a single detail."
Emory's heart pounded in her chest as Dr. Winslow's hand inched higher, her fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. She took a deep breath and continued, her voice shaking with a mix of shame and arousal.
"He...he made me pee in my jeans. Right there in front of him. Then he peeled them off me, while he told me another one of his dirty little secrets. about how he sneaks into dorm rooms at night and sniffs panties, how he crawls under my bed and hides there, just to breathe in the scent. To listen to college girls fuck.”
Dr Winslows hand snaked up Emory’s thigh more. “Good. Good. And did he confess to being a cuck?” Dr. Winslow asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in closer to Emory, her breath hot on the younger woman's face. Emory could feel the heat radiating off her, could see the lust burning in her eyes.
“Yes,” Emory admitted, her voice shaking with desire. “He told me he wants to watch you with another man. He wants to see you choking on a big black cock while he watches, his tiny dick throbbing in your heels.”
Dr. Winslow's breath hitched, her eyes widening with shock and arousal.
"Fuck, Matt," she hissed, her hand moving higher, inching under Emory's skirt. "You're a fucking pervert, aren't you? A pathetic, little cuckold. I should have known better than to marry someone like you."
Emory's heart pounded in her chest as Dr. Winslow's fingers brushed against her panties, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of her touch. She knew that Dr. Winslow was angry, but she also knew that she was turned on. She could see the desire in her eyes, could feel the way her body was responding to her confession.
“You did well kitten.” She said to emory.
as she inched her fingers further up Emory's legs, feeling the dampness of her panties.
“Now, kitty. For our session today we are able to move forward with my plan - thanks to your hard work.”
Dr. Winslow said as she had leaned in closer to Emory, her hand now fully under her skirt.
Emory's breath hitched as Dr. Winslow's fingers brushed against her clit, her eyes locking onto the therapist's. She loved the way Dr. Winslow talked to her, the way she dominated her and owned her. She wanted to please her, to show her how well she had learned her lessons.
“Yes, Dr. Winslow,” Emory murmured, her voice thick with lust. “I want you to see how well I’ve been trained.”
Dr. Winslow smirked, her fingers slipping under the edge of Emory’s panties, her touch sending electric shocks of pleasure through Emory’s body.
“Good girl,” she purred, her voice low and husky. “Show me how well you’ve learned to be my little slut.”
Emory’s breath hitched as Dr. Winslow’s fingers found her pussy, the therapist’s touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“but today is about me. Yes you will have to continue to fuck my beta husband. You might even have to marry that loser. But today as a treat you may assist me with my plans. First thing is to have you dress for the occasion. Mr Winslow is here too. And this will be quite a surprise. But I have a special guest arriving any moment.
Emory hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. She had no clue what was planned.
Dr Winslow handed her a bag with two outfits. One for her and one for herself.
Emory opened the bag and gasped at the contents. One was a Long lace robe, bridal robe with train, maxi bridal robe, bridesmaid robe, dressing gown, chantilly lace, boudoir robe, sheer robe. The second was a TAMMI - vintage fairy negligee, pastel pink nightie, satin drop waist sheer skirt retro gown, retro ballet fantasy lingerie (1980s Y2K) in her style.
“What…what are these for?” Emory stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
Dr. Winslow smirked, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “Oh, didn’t I mention? Today is a very special day. Today, we’re going to make my fantasies a reality. Now, be a good girl and put on your outfit. Then help me dress in mine.” Emory's eyes widened at the sight of the sheer, baby pink nightie adorned with layers of lace and tiny bows. It looked like something out of a Victorian-era sex dream, and she couldn't believe that Dr. Winslow was asking her to wear it. But she also couldn't deny the thrill that surged through her at the thought of being dressed up like this for her therapist, of being her toy for the day.
"Yes, Dr. Winslow," she murmured, her voice thick with desire as she put on the outfit. "I'll do whatever you want, Dr. Winslow. I'll be your good girl."
Dr. Winslow watched Emory dress, her eyes gleaming with lust. She could see the excitement and anticipation radiating off the young woman, and it only heightened her own arousal. She loved seeing Emory obey her, loved knowing that she was the one in control.
Once Emory was dressed, Dr. Winslow helped her into the fit the sheer lace shimmering in the soft light of the study. Emory looked ethereal, like a fairy princess sex servant.
Dr. Winslow's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of her. She was eager to use the young woman, to see her in action, to watch her fulfill her deepest, most perverted desires.
"Now, Emory," Dr. Winslow said, her voice thick with lust, "I want you to help me dress in my outfit.”
Emory's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes locked onto Dr. Winslow's. She loved the way the therapist talked to her, the way she dominated her and owned her.
“Help me put on this very expensive robe dear.” Dr. Winslow said to Emory, handing her the gorgeous, sparkling bridal robe. It was made of shimmering champagne-colored tulle and adorned with intricate lace and beading. The train alone was a work of art.
Emory could barely contain her excitement as she helped her therapist into the exquisite garment. The sheer weight and opulence of the robe made her heart race with anticipation. Once Dr. Winslow was dressed, she turned to Emory, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation.
“Good girl,” she purred, running her fingers along Emory’s bare shoulder.
“Now, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to wait in the bedroom for my guest. When he arrives, you’re going to be my little helper. You’ll help him undress me, and then you’ll help him… satisfy me.”
Emory’s heart pounded in her chest as she processed Dr. Winslow’s words. She knew that her therapist had some twisted fantasies, but she never imagined she’d be asked to participate in one.
“but here’s the twist. Mr Winslow will answer the door. You’re to sit with him and watch the show.” Dr. Winslow instructed, her voice thick with lust as she adjusted the train of her bridal robe.
Emory nodded, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she knew that she was eager to please her therapist. To fulfill her deepest, most perverted desires.
Dr. Winslow smiled, her eyes gleaming wickedly as she led Emory out of the study and down the hall towards the bedroom. She couldn’t believe how well the young woman had progressed, how easily she had embraced her role as her submissive.
She knew that today was going to be a day to remember.
The bedroom was bathed in soft, romantic lighting, the curtains drawn closed to block out any prying eyes. Dr. Winslow led Emory to the foot of the bed, where she instructed her to wait.
"Stay here, my little slut," she commanded, her voice thick with lust. "I want you to watch everything that's about to happen. And remember, you're here to please me, to help me. Understand?"
Emory nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes, Dr. Winslow.”
then a knock came from the front door. Dr. Winslow smirked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"That must be him," she said, her voice thick with lust. "Go wait with my pathetic little husband, Emory. Be a good girl and show him a taste of what's to come."
Emory hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She knew what Dr. Winslow was asking of her, knew that she was going to have to put on a show for her beta husband. But she also knew that she was eager to please her therapist, to fulfill her deepest, most perverted desires.
She moved to the door and waited for Matt to answer.
Matt opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of Emory standing before him, dressed in the sheer, baby pink nightie. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his cock straining against his slacks. Emory smiled at him, a sultry, seductive smile that promised pleasure and pain.
"Hello, baby," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Your wife wants us to wait for her guest together. Isn't that nice?"
Matt's breath hitched, his cock throbbing in his pants as he stared at Emory.
She was like something out of a dream, a vision of innocence and debauchery all wrapped up in one. He couldn't believe how far they had come, from his first confession to her to this moment, standing in his own home, with his wife's therapist's submissive dressed in a sheer nightie.
"What do you want me to do, Emory?" Matt asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was desperate to touch her, to feel her skin against his, but he knew he had to follow her lead. He was her lackey, her plaything, and he was eager to please. He was hopeful that tonight was the night he’d watch his wife with his new college lover. But in fact a far more twisted plot was afoot, orchestrated by his conniving therapist wife.
Matt stumbled back a step, his heart pounding in his chest as he processed Emory's words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, couldn't believe the seductive invitation in her voice. He wanted her so badly, wanted to feel her skin against his, wanted to taste her. But he also knew that he had to follow her lead, to do exactly what she told him to.
Emory stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to stroke his cock through his slacks. Matt's breath hitched, his hips thrusting forward to meet her touch. Fuck, he wanted her so badly.
just then, his wife entered the room. She was stunning, her bridal robe shimmering in the soft light. The delicate lace and beading caught the light, casting a glow around her. Matt's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her, his cock throbbing in response. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked, how radiant and ready for whatever twisted fantasy she had planned.
"There you are, darling," Dr. Winslow purred, her voice thick with lust and anticipation. She turned her gaze onto Emory, her eyes gleaming like a cat that had just caught a mouse. But someone else walked in behind her, holding her hand.
“Emory, my dear, I see you’ve taken the initiative to entertain my husband. That’s good. Now, let’s move this little party to the bedroom, shall we?”
Emory nodded, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Dr. Winslow, standing there in her wedding gown, her eyes filled with desire and darkness. She couldn’t believe the turn of events, but she was eager to please her therapist, to fulfill her fantasies.
They followed Dr. Winslow into the bedroom, the atmosphere thick with anticipation and lust.
the man grabbed Dr Winslows hand and held I romantically. Matt looked stunned as he studied the stranger holding his wife’s hand.
The man was tall, dark, and muscular, with skin the color of rich earth and eyes that blazed like coal. He was dressed in a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, and he wore a leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
“Who the fuck is that?” Matt asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Winslow smirked, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “This is Justen , dear. He’s our special guest for the evening.”
Matt’s eyes widened in understanding, and he looked back and forth between his wife and Justen.
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife was bringing a black man into their home, and she wanted them to watch?
“Is this what you wanted, Ellen?” Matt asked, his voice shaking with shock and lust. He knew better than to cross his wife, but this was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
Dr. Winslow smiled wickedly, her eyes never leaving Justen’s. “Yes, darling. I want you and Emory to watch while I fuck this big, strong black man. I want you to see how a real man makes me come.
I want you to watch while he fucks me like the little bitch I am."
Justen chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Emory's spine. "I've been waiting all day to hear those words come out of that pretty little mouth, baby girl." He reached out and grabbed Dr. Winslow by the hair, pulling her roughly against him. He kissed her hard, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.
"Fuck, yeah, baby, you're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" Justen growled against her lips.
“You want me to fuck you in front of your husband, don’t you? Show him what a real man can do to his precious little wife.”
Dr. Winslow moaned, a sound of pure lust and submission. “Yes, baby, I do. I want you to make me scream, make me come all over that big black cock of yours.”
Emory watched, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the raw, primal display before her. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she watched her therapist and her husband's dynamic unfold.
Justen let go of Dr. Winslow, turning his attention to Emory.
His eyes raked over her body, taking in the sheer baby pink nightie that barely covered her curves. His cock throbbed at the sight of her, hard and ready to fuck.
"And what about you, little slut? You want to watch your therapist get fucked by a real man?" Justen asked, his voice low and husky.
Emory's breath hitched, her pussy throbbing with desire. She had never thought she would be in this situation, never thought she would be standing in her therapist's bedroom, watching her undress for another man. But here she was, her heart pounding with anticipation and excitement.
She knew what was coming, knew that she was going to watch her therapist, the woman who held so much power over her, get fucked by another man. The thought sent a rush of heat between her legs, making her pussy throb with desire.
"Yes," Emory whispered, her voice thick with lust. "I want to watch you, Dr. Winslow. I want to see you get fucked."
Justen chuckled, a dark, dangerous sound that made Emory's breath hitch. He reached out and grabbed Dr. Winslow by the hair again, pulling her roughly towards him. They made out romantically infront of Matt.
His wife and the stranger, Justen, were completely engrossed in each other, their tongues tangling and their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Emory could see the lust and desire in their eyes, could feel the electricity in the air.
Matt stood frozen, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched his wife make out with another man. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, couldn't believe the raw, primal desire that was coursing through his body. He hated it, but he couldn't look away.
Dr. Winslow broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto Justen's.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Justen said confidently , his voice deep and commanding. He walked over to Matt and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him towards the bed. “You’re gonna sit over there, on the bed, and watch. You’re gonna watch me fuck your wife, and you’re gonna watch me use her like the dirty little slut she is. And then, I’m gonna fuck your little college whore here too.”
Emory gasped, her pussy clenching at his words. She had never heard anyone talk to her like that before, but there was something so dirty and exciting about it. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he dominated her and owned her.
“then, you should know I’m a lawyer. Your cuck ass marriage with my bitch is done. I’m gonna breed her right infront of you. Then I’m gonna marry you to this weak college whore here while she’s dripping with my cum.” Justen's words sent a shiver down Dr. Winslow's spine, making her pussy clench with anticipation.
Justen turned his attention back to Matthew, his eyes full of disdain. "Now, take off your fucking clothes, and get on the bed like a good little bitch. Your wife and I have some serious fucking to do."
Matthew hesitated for a moment before he started to strip, his cock already rock hard. He knew he had no choice but to obey. He had to watch his wife get fucked by this big, strong black man.
His cock throbbed at the thought, even as his heart ached with humiliation. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he was willingly giving up his wife to another man. But he also couldn't deny the raw, primal desire that was coursing through his veins. He wanted to see her taken, to watch her come undone beneath another man's touch.
Justen grabbed Dr. Winslow by the hair again, pushing her towards the bed where Matt sat, his eyes wide with shock and lust. "Get on your knees, bitch," he growled. Dr. Winslow obeyed, her body trembling with anticipation.
She knew what was coming, knew what Justen expected of her. She had been craving this for so long, had been fantasizing about it for weeks. Now, finally, it was happening.
Justen pushed Dr. Winslow's face down towards Matt's lap, making her look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "Suck his cock, bitch. Show him how much you love cock."
Dr. Winslow eagerly obliged, her lips wrapping around Matt's cock, her tongue swirling around the head. Matt groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as his wife's mouth worked his cock expertly.
Despite the humiliation of the situation, he couldn't deny how good it felt. Dr. Winslow was a fucking pro, and she was making him feel things he never had before.
Justen watched the scene unfold with a smug smile on his face. He loved seeing the way Matt squirmed and moaned, loved the way he begged for more with his eyes. He knew that Dr. Winslow was a cuckolding fantasy come to life, and he couldn't wait to see what else she had in store for him tonight.
Emory watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she took in the scene before her.
then Justen turned to Emory. Come take out my cock slut, and let’s compare it to hubby’s here.” Justen instructed, pointing to Matt. Emory hesitated for a moment before she walked towards Justen. She was nervous but eager to please. She reached out and grabbed his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it off. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, revealing his massive, thick cock that was already rock hard and standing to attention. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Fuck, baby girl, that's a good look on you," Justen growled, his eyes locked onto Emory's. "Now, suck on it.
Show me how good you are with that pretty little mouth of yours." Justen commanded, his voice deep and commanding. Emory hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up at his massive cock. She had never seen anything so big, so intimidating. But she also knew that she was eager to please, eager to show him how good she could be.
She tentatively leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip of his cock. Justen groaned above her, his hands fisting in her hair as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Emory gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his size. She felt like a fucking slut, kneeling on the floor, her mouth full of another man's cock while her therapist watched and directed. But she also felt a thrill of excitement, a rush of power as she realized that she was in control here. She was the one dictating the pace, the one making Justen moan and groan with desire.
Dr. Winslow watched, her eyes gleaming with lust as she saw Emory take Justen's cock deeper into her mouth.
“time for my bride.” Justen said, pushing Matt aside and Emory aggressively off his dick.
“Ellen baby you ready to get black bed?” Justen asked, his voice thick with lust and anticipation as he guided Ellen to lie down on her back. She nodded eagerly, her eyes locked onto his, her breathing already coming in short, desperate gasps.
“Yes, baby, I’m ready. I need your big black cock inside me,” she panted, her body trembling with desire.
Justen smirked, his hands roaming over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, creamy skin. He loved the way she squirmed and moaned beneath his touch, loved the way her body responded to his every movement.
He ran his hands over her curves, tracing the lines of her bridal robe, the silk cool against his palms.
"You look like a fucking angel, Ellen," Justen growled, his voice thick with desire as he leaned down to kiss her. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue tangling with his as he pushed his weight onto her, his cock pressing against her thigh.
Dr. Winslow wrapped her legs around Justen's waist, her pussy already soaked and ready for him. She could feel the heat of his cock through his jeans, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.
Matt watched in horror as this mysterious black man claimed his wife, not just agrgressively, but romantically.
Emory watched too, her breath hitching as she took in the raw, primal display before her. She felt a thrill of excitement and fear as she watched her therapist, the woman who held so much power over her, be dominated by another man.
Justen positioned himself between her legs, his large hand gripping his cock and guiding it to her wet entrance. Dr. Winslow moaned, arching her back as he rubbed his cockhead against her clit before sliding it down to her pussy.
"Fuck, Ellen, your pussy is so fucking wet," Justen growled, his voice thick with desire.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, making her moan and writhe beneath him. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you? You want to be fucked like a whore, don't you?"
Dr. Winslow nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes, Justen, please. I want your big black cock inside me. I want you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."
Justen chuckled, a dark and dangerous sound that sent shivers down Emory's spine.
"Alright, baby girl, let's get this party started." He grabbed Dr. Winslow by the hips and slammed his cock into her, burying it to the hilt in a single brutal thrust. Dr. Winslow screamed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the massive cock fill her completely.
"Fuck, that's a tight pussy," Justen grunted, his hips pistoning as he began to fuck Dr. Winslow with long, hard strokes. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?
You like feeling my big black cock stretching out that tiny little pussy of yours," Justen snarled, his hips slamming into Dr. Winslow's with each word. Dr. Winslow could only moan in response, her body convulsing with pleasure as Justen's massive cock pounded into her mercilessly.
Emory watched, her heart hammering in her chest as she took in the raw, primal scene unfolding before her. She could see the sweat glistening on Justen's dark skin, could hear the wet smack of his body against Dr. Winslow's as he fucked her with relentless intensity. Emory looked over at matt , who was now shirtless, his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched his wife get railed by another man. She felt a pang of jealousy, but also a surge of lust. She wanted to be part of this, wanted to feel Justen inside her too.
Justen groaned, his hips moving like a piston as he pounded into Ellen. He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, burying his cock deeper inside her. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," he growled.
"Your pussy is like a hot, wet glove around my cock. You're taking every fucking inch of me, aren't you?"
Dr. Winslow moaned, her body writhing beneath Justen's powerful thrusts. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her hands fisting the bedsheets as she took every inch of him. "Fuck me, Justen, please. Fuck me like you mean it."
Justen's hips moved like a well-oiled machine, his massive cock pistoning in and out of Dr. Winslow's pussy with such force that the bed was shaking beneath them. Justen looked over at Emory and Matt , a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"What about you, little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want a taste of this big black cock, don't you?"
Emory's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the raw desire coursing through her veins. She had never seen anything so filthy, so obscene, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I want to taste you, Justen.
Please. I want your big black cock in my mouth," Emory said, her voice shaking with desire.
Justen pulled out of Dr. Winslow with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her juices. He leaned back against the headboard, stretching his arms out along the top of the mattress.
"Come over here, little slut. Show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth of yours," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
Emory crawled over to him, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
he slapped his cock against Emory’s face brutally , her cheek stinging from the force.
“Open your mouth, bitch. Show me that pretty little tongue.”
Emory obeyed, her mouth opening wide to accept his thick shaft.
Justen laughed, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Emory's spine.
“That’s a good little slut. Now suck it like you mean it, bitch.”
Emory wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, and she moaned softly, her body responding to the raw, primal act.
the dark black cock was an anaconda the size of Emory’s head.
It slid into her mouth, filling every inch of her cavern, her eyes watering as she gagged on the thickness. The salty taste of his precum filled her mouth, coating her tongue. She could feel the veins of his cock pulsing against her tongue, each one throbbing with the beat of his heart.
Justen watched her, his eyes glazed with lust. He held her head in place with one hand, his fingers twisting in her curly brown hair. His other hand gripped the bedpost, his knuckles white with the force of his hold. He treated her like meat.
A piece of flesh to be devoured, to be filled and stretched to its limits. His thick, black fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head down so that his cock was pressed against the back of her throat. She choked and gagged as he held her there, his massive shaft throbbing in her mouth.
“That’s right, slut,” he growled. “Take it like a good little cocksucker. Show me how desperate you are for my cum.”
Emory couldn't breathe. Her eyes watered and her nose ran, but she couldn't pull away. She was a prisoner to his cock, trapped in a world of filth and desire.
he looked over at Matt.
"You're a dead man, cuckold. You don't deserve that pussy. You're gonna watch as I breed your wife, then you're gonna watch me fuck your little college slut here too."
Justen's voice was low and menacing, and Matt could feel his blood running cold. He knew he was outmatched, outgunned, and the reality of his situation was sinking in. He was a cuckold, a pathetic little beta male who couldn't satisfy his wife. And now, he was going to watch as she was claimed by a real man.
“you know I’m a lawyer and officiant right.” Justen taunted Matt. “Today I’m double fucking you. I’m gonna fuck and breed your current bitch wife here. Then I’m gonna divorce her from you. Then marry you to this college piece of meat, and be the first to fuck her on her wedding day to you.” Justen grinned wickedly, his eyes filled with dark promises and wicked intentions.
Emory felt her pussy clench at his words, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She had never been spoken to like this before, never been treated like a piece of meat, and yet, there was something so raw and primal about it that she couldn't deny the thrill it sent through her body.
Justen pulled Emory's head off his cock with a wet pop, his precum and saliva coating her face and chin.
He looked over at Dr. Winslow, who was now on all fours at the foot of the bed, her gorgeous bridal robe hiked up around her waist, her plump, pale ass in full view. Her pussy was glistening with her juices, and Justen couldn't wait to get back inside her tight, wet heat.
"Get over here, you little slut," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "I want you sucking my balls while I fuck your wife."
Emory scrambled to comply, positioning herself between Justen's legs.
She could see the thick, veiny shaft of his cock glistening with Dr. Winslow's juices, and she eagerly took his balls into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around them, sucking gently, as Justen pushed back into Dr. Winslow's pussy with a grunt.
"Fuck, that's a good little cocksucker, Emory," he groaned, his hips slamming into Dr. Winslow mercilessly. "Now, take my balls deep into your throat.
Show me how eager you are to be my little cum dumpster."
Emory obeyed, taking Justen's balls into her mouth and sucking hard. She could feel the weight of them in her mouth, the saltiness of his sweat on her tongue. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending a shiver through Justen's body.
"Fuck, that's a good slut," Justen groaned, his hips moving faster, pounding into Dr. Winslow with savage intensity. "You two are so fucking hot together. Look at you, Matt.
Cheering your wife on as she gets her slutty pussy fucked by a real man," Justen taunted, his voice a low growl. "You enjoy seeing your pathetic little cock get shown up by a real man, don't you, cuckold?"
Matt's face turned bright red with humiliation, but his cock was rock hard, throbbing with each insult. He couldn't deny the raw, primal desire that was coursing through his veins. He wanted to see his wife get fucked, wanted to watch her come undone beneath another man's touch.
Justen chuckled, his hips slamming into Dr. Winslow with brutal force.
“Shut the fuck up, cuckold. You’re here to watch and learn. Watch how a real man fucks your wife. Watch her take every inch of my thick black cock like the dirty little slut she is.”
Justen's words were like a physical force, pushing Matt down onto the bed, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched his wife get railed by another man. Emory, meanwhile, was taking Justen's balls deep into her throat, gagging and choking as she tried to please him.
“now sign here.” Justen commanded to dr Winslow and Matt.
Winslow hesitated for a moment before she crawled over to her husband, her bridal robe dragging behind her. She grabbed the papers from the nightstand, her hands shaking slightly. She looked up at Justen, her eyes burning with lust and desire.
"Here, cuckold," she sneered, holding the papers out to Matt. "Sign these. Make it official."
Matt took the papers from his wife, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he was about to do, knew that he was signing away his marriage, his life. But he also knew that he had no choice. He had to obey his wife, had to please her.
He picked up the pen, his hands shaking as he signed the divorce papers, his heart aching with every stroke of the pen. Dr. Winslow smiled triumphantly, her eyes glinting with a mix of lust and malice.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through Matt's hair. "Now, watch your ex wife get bred by a real man."
Justen chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Emory's spine. He grabbed Dr. Winslow by the hips, pulling her back onto his cock.
"That's right, baby," he growled.
just then, a dark skinned tall enchantress entered the room.
She was wearing a tight black dress that accentuated her curves, and her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She held a small black bag in her hand. "You wanted me here, didn't you, darling?" she asked, her voice sultry and seductive.
Dr. Winslow's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, angel. I did. I want you to be a part of this little... experiment." She turned to Justen, who was still pounding into her pussy. "Justen, darling, angel is here to marry you to Emory.” Dr. Winslow panted, her body writhing beneath Justen's powerful thrusts. “Isn't that right, angel?"
The dark-skinned enchantress stepped further into the room, her eyes locked onto Emory. "That's right, darling. I'm here to marry you two and then watch you fuck her brains out." She set her bag down on the nightstand, her eyes never leaving the young girl.
Emory's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the enchantress approach. She knew what was coming, knew that this woman was going to marry her and Matt, and then watch them have sex.
“but there’s more.” Angel said coyly. “I like using little skinny white girls like you. It turns me on to have little snow bunnies and their cucks please me and munch on my roast beef.” Angel’s voice was sultry and confident as she caressed Emory’s cheek. “I can't wait to see you on your knees, fucking your little college pussy on our wedding night.”
Emory’s breath hitched, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She couldn’t believe what was happening, couldn’t believe that she was about to be married to Matt . But there was something so raw and primal about Angel, something so filthy and obscene that she couldn’t deny the thrill it sent through her body.