It’s been two weeks, but I’m finally back in Oklahoma City. My new friends have both been messaging me constantly, planning for my return. The husband was fussing over filming, how many cameras would he bring, where to place them, sound quality. Given the quality of their videos before I imagined he wanted to try and take his wife to a new level, even if it meant filming her get dicked down by me.

The wife meanwhile made sure I knew she would be ready for me. She’s bought a larger dildo to prepare herself, often sending me pictures of her practicing with it up her pussy or between those luscious lips trying to deep throat it. Some end up on the onlyfans, but others are for me only, including ones with her first butt plug, a purchase that somehow embarrassed her, so much so she hasn’t told her husband she even has it. We also have talked and agreed on a little extra thing for us, something he’ll find out as we go.

The husband and wife appear at roughly the same time as before, this time though husband brings a rolling plastic case with him. Letting them inside we greet each other with surprisingly little awkwardness considering what we were all there for.

“So I got a stationary camera for the nightstand and a second for the left corner, “the husband explains, assembling the gear quickly. In addition to the cameras he adds a small pair of lights to better illuminate the bed and a small mike that he adds to another camera. “I’ll be filming as well and moving. Just try to angle yourself to keep in view.”

I glance at the wife, clad again in sweats, who gives me a small smile and shrug as he continues. “I do want to hear you two talk dirty. Feel free to call her some nasty names, she gets off on it.”

I look at her again and she smiles, “that’s true. Also, you can choke me. If I’m close it’ll get me over so quick.”

I look at him trying not to sound annoyed since at the end of this, I will be fucking this amazing piece of ass, “Anything else?

He stops and looks for a second like he’s fighting with himself on whether or not he wants to speak. Finally he steels himself, saying, “If you want to talk at me, maybe a little insulting, I think it’ll play well for the video.”

So much for the “not a cuck” thing he told me those few weeks ago. I don’t say anything but give a nod.

“Ready?” I ask her. She responds by reaching up and pulling off her sweatshirt followed by her sweats. No lingerie this time, no she’s gloriously nude. My own clothes come off and I hear a small chorus of beeps as the cameras start. I tower over her, my cock half hard between us and her breathing is almost steady, but a little fast as if in anticipation for what’s to come.

What comes is my hand in her hair as I force her to her knees. Her mouth opens submissively as she coos, “I missed your cock. I think you ruined me for every other play buddy I have, Daddy.”

“You’re talking too much,” I growl back and I thrust my cock into her mouth, drawing a gagging noise from her. The husband looks surprised at her name for me, but doesn’t say anything. Good, because even she doesn’t know my full plans for that name I convinced her to use. I begin to roughly fuck her face, spittle flying out her mouth as she looks up at me, a smile around my dick as she bobs in time to my thrusts. I pull out, and slap her across the cheek with my now fully hard cock. “You’ve gone deeper before. Put some effort in or I’ll just put it away.”

The look on her face is desire and panic, she really might be getting addicted to it. She opens again and I thrust and this time she pushes herself deeper, holding it then coming up, running her tongue on the underside of my shaft. Out of my peripheral I see the husband come a little closer, camera at waist height as her and I work together to use her mouth. I’m going to give him a show I decide, and my second hand goes behind her head, as I hold her down on my cock, fully engulfed and move my hips ever so lightly keeping the majority in her throat.

“That’s my little cum slut,” I growl in appreciation, “Look at your husband while I fuck your whore mouth.”

Her eyes go to the camera, tears from the strain on her cheeks but at the same time she’s enjoying it, her tongue desperately trying to taste all my cock. I finally pull out of her throat and she gasps for air, but with a look that says “I did it, be proud of me.”

I pull her up by the hair and lay her down on the bed. Climbing on top of her I suck on those magnificent tits, the salty sweetness of her skin, the noises of pleasure from when I lightly bite them, it’s amazing. My hands work down, spreading her legs and two fingers enter her pussy, freshly waxed and smooth. She groans at the twin sensations and rocks her body back and forth letting my fingers dig deeper into her.

I come up, I know she’s ready, “roll over slut, I’m going to fuck you now.”

She practically jumps to roll over, no doubt remembering the last time I had her in this position. She again is staring straight into the camera as I push into her in one stroke. Her moan is loud and authentic, as I grab her hips and hold myself there.

“what am I doing to you?” I ask her.

She begins to rock her hips, “you’re fucking me.”

I slap her big ass and grab her hips, locking her to me preventing her from moving, “More. Tell me more about what I’m doing to you.”

I begin thrusting again and she moans again, “You’re fucking me with your big cock Daddy. You’re fucking me while my husband films it.”

I’m getting into this, and add another slap to her ass, “What does that make you?”

“I’m your whore. Your own personal whore.”

Slap! Slap! This time two slaps, one across one cheek, then a backhand across the other, “Who’s got the better cock? Daddy or your husband?”

She cries out in ecstasy, her body shaking from the orgasm as I feel her pussy grab my dick in a death grip. I slap her ass again, “Say it whore. Who fucks you better?”

She howls as the slap lets loose another orgasm, her arms collapsing as she falls forward, looking at her husband holding the camera on us. He’s looking equal parts terrified and aroused, watching as I trigger his wife to an orgasm with just doggy style and a spanking. To my part I’m enjoying the filthy dominance talk as I grab her hair in my hand and pull it back, forcing her to look back at her husband.

“Answer me whore, or I’m going to stop right now and kick you out and you’ll never get Daddy’s dick again!”

“You’re cock is so much better Daddy,” she screams out, her orgasm continuing, I’m at the point of not being able to tell if it’s one continuous one or just a string of them. “I love Daddy’s big cock!”

“And you’ll let me fuck you whenever I want?” I demand, my hands moving to around her neck from behind, choking her lightly but enough to trigger a fresh wave of orgasms.

“Anytime Daddy!” She chokes out around my hands.

“And this sexy ass? Is that mine too? You going to let Daddy sodomize you whenever he wants?”

“Fuck my big slutty ass,” she wails, “Show hubby how a real man fucks me!”

That’s all I need. I look at the husband, who is focused completely on his wife’s rantings. He looks sick, but his pants are tented with his straining cock.

“Get on your back baby,” I say, my tone a little softer. “Give your husband a foot job while I cover this pretty face.”

She rolls over, she’s just squirted at least twice on my cock which is a solid bar of steel and covered in her juices. She lifts her feet up, surprisingly dainty given her curves, and her husband pulls his cock out and slides it between them. She begins moving her feet, stroking him as I position myself at her mouth. She gasping for breath at the aftermath of her orgasms but I don’t have any mercy for her. Even with the foot job husband continues to shoot, camera pointed at his wife’s sweat covered face as I seize her hair again. Holding tight, I slide my cock back in her mouth. She sucks greedily, and fresh filth falls from my mouth.

“You like the taste of your sweet pussy?” I ask her. Her mouth is full but she grunts an affirmative around my shaft. “You ever eat pussy baby girl?”

My cock pops out her mouth as she breathlessly gasps, “No daddy. But I want to try.”

With that her husband explodes all over her feet, covering the painted nails and soft skin as he tries to keep the noise down from his orgasm.

I slap her in the face a few times with my cock, and then slip it back in, “maybe I’ll find some pussy to service like you do me.” She groans in pleasure and excitement at the thought.

I look at her husband, acknowledging him for the first time, “Here it comes. Get a good shot of me cumming on your wife’s face.”

With that I pull out and still holding her hair, I explode. Again and again I cum, covering her face with my thick jizz. It shoots across her eyes, her nose, her mouth, into her hair it’s just everywhere. As I finally finish up, I pull her closer to her husband, and his camera.

“What are you?” I ask.

“I’m daddy’s slut,” she responds back, voice ragged.

“Give them a kiss goodbye.”

She blows a kiss and the husband stands there in shock for a few seconds before he lowers the camera. His wife simply smiles, having enjoyed herself and takes the wet towel I offer her, wiping her face clean.

“How did we look hon?” She asks all chipper and unconcerned. “You mind if I use your shower?”

“Go ahead,” I reply, my tone as light as hers, “Your husband even sent me a list of your favorite bath scrub, so I got a bottle of it to use.”

She thanks us and disappears into the shower. I pull my clothes on and watch out of the corner of my eye as the husband almost numbly puts his collection of gear away. The “Daddy” thing may have been much, but I know from a production point, it will sell. Also the hotness of her immediate submission just made it that much better.

A week later I’m bored, waiting for my next trip. They didn’t come back, he was focused on editing and she wasn’t comfortable playing without him. Which was fine for me. The redhead was back, and over 3 nights we proceeded to attempt murder.

The messaging has been light, at least until a screenshot dings from the wife. Its of her OnlyFans page, the membership has jumped by nearly 500 people, and a quick check shows me our video just uploaded, already with 1000s of views. Thankfully I’m blurred, but her husband has done a damn good job in his work, and the video simply makes me hard at the memory.

“You’re a star.” She texts, “I bought a bigger plug for next time Daddy.”

I smile and begin to plot the next time.