For Emily's birthday this year, Jacob decided to surprise her with a cruise. They had never been on one together and it was something Emily had been wanting to do since they got married two years ago. They were both young, Jacob 25, and Emily just turning 22. She was in her last year of school and he had graduated with a business degree three years ago. Currently working in marketing for a large international travel agency, he was able to get a hold of two tickets to the Eastern Caribbean at half price.

She was thrilled when she unwrapped them but was a little concerned about the departure date of next week. She didn't know if she would be able to miss school and work, but she was going to make it happen.

They spent the evening before they left packing. Emily was waiting for clothes to come out of the dryer and was packing other items naked. Even after two years, Jacob always checked her out when she walked past. She was a gorgeous fair skinned girl with dark black hair. She was 5'6", slender, and confidently carrying natural E cup boobs. As of late, she regularly worked out and was very pleased with her tone figure. The cruise would be a perfect opportunity to show it off to whoever happened to be around.

As she leaned over to grab something from the other side of the bed, Jacob gave her ass a firm slap that caught her off guard. By now, she knew not to react or turn around when he did this. Emily had expressed her desire to be his submissive slut wife several months back, and they had been enjoying the new relationship dynamic. She was into everything so far, including slapping, spanking, choking, name calling, face fucking, being tied in uncomfortable positions, being taken rough, and anything else Jacob had felt so inclined to inflict upon her. Though they usually kept it to the bedroom, once a week they would assume their roles all day, and he loved finding ways to take her out of her comfort zone in public.

Jacob took off his shirt and gym shorts while she was bent over the bed. He stood at 6'2" and was in the best shape of his life. He had a strong athletic body without being meaty, an olive color tan, and a chiseled face topped with a thick head of hair. He also had an impressive eight-inch cock that began to grow seeing his wife in that position. He gave her another hard slap and saw the red shadow of his hand glow and then fade from her ass.

"Did you pack all of our equipment, slut?"

"I believe so sir."

"Why don't you list off everything, just to make sure?" he said in the tone he reserved for their playing, a lower register that was slightly more terse and aggressive.

"Yes, sir. We have the rope—" Slap!

"Continue"

"The cuffs," Slap! "the vibrators" Slap! "the dildo" Slap! She continued listing off all their items including butt plugs, a blindfold, a spreader bar for her legs, nipple clamps, and of course, her leather collar. Both of her cheeks were bright red and she was just beginning to tear up without actually crying. Jacob knew her thresholds and Emily loved him for it.

"Do you like it when I spank you, slut?"

"Yes, sir. I crave your touch."

"Well let's just see how much you crave it," he said as he felt between her legs and along her slit. His fingers became coated with her juices and he held them up to her mouth. "Looks like it."

Without being prompted, she sucked his fingers clean and waited for what he would do next.

"Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes, sir, please. Please fuck this slut's cunt!" she pled, her body yearning for attention. He had put her on a no orgasm regimen for the past three days.

He began rubbing her pussy with one hand while rubbing away the burn from her cheeks with the other. Suddenly he gave her pussy a slap. "Not until the cruise. And not until like we discussed before. What are we going to do on the cruise, slut?"

With desperation in her voice, hoping her submissiveness would convince him to do something to her tonight, she replied, "We are going to find us a couple for you to fuck and for me to be used by."

"That's right, my slave. And you're going to love every minute of it. It's your birthday present after all," he said to her kindly, "Now, on your knees. My cock needs serviced."

The next morning, they woke up and got ready without being in a hurry. Jacob started pancakes as Emily stepped out of the shower. She strolled into the kitchen a few minutes later with nothing but cheeky underwear and socks on. He prepared the pancakes just as she liked, with peanut butter and syrup. They exchanged pleasantries, teased each other, and went through a checklist of everything they would need. They were both planning on turning some heads with their swimwear. Emily brought a few bikinis, including one royal blue one with a thong bottom that Jacob picked out for her. They also talked about hooking up with another couple. They were both very interested in it, but were unsure if they'd actually be able to run into a swinger couple on the cruise, let alone a good looking, fun one. After cleaning up and double checking that everything was in order, they took off.

The two-hour drive was fairly uneventful. Even though they're both well-educated and professional individuals, they love jamming out to their music together in the car. They parked at a designated lot near the port and took a shuttle to the boat. In the long line clearing security, they looked around and people watched. There were dozens of very old couples as well as families with dads void of any style, mom's in mom jeans, and kids glued to their devices. There were several couples with a much older male half and trophy wives with fake boobs still less spectacular looking than Emily's. They were beginning to think they were out of luck on finding a couple to fuck.

They finally got to their room, an unnoteworthy cabin without much space other than for the king size bed, which was all they really needed when they thought about it. The rest of the first day was full of safety checks and getting to know the ship. They got dressed up for dinner, Jacob in a tailored button up and grey slacks, and Emily in a swanky black cocktail dress with a low neckline and a high front slit that revealed her exposed pussy if someone was sitting at a lucky angle. She also wore a necklace with a small heart-shaped lock, which functioned as her daytime collar. Almost everyone was oblivious to it being a sign of her submission which was impossible for her to take off without Jacob's key.

To their disappointment, they were seated with an older couple, and a couple around their age but that seemed a little too vanilla for what they had in mind. They played with each other underneath the table while pretending to listen to where everyone was from and why they decided to come on a cruise. Emily got Jacob hard through his pants so that he couldn't stand up without a clear outline of his cock being on display, and in return he made her dripping wet, a further frustration to the fact that she had only been teased and had not cum for four days.

After a delicious chicken dinner with a chocolate cake dessert, they excused themselves as quickly as possible and headed toward a bar in search of a couple. They found a nice one nearby with modern furniture and soft electronic music. They grabbed a small semi-circle couch and table that overlooked the main bar and ordered a round of drinks. There were about fifty people in the bar and they quickly checked off most people as incompatible. After about a half hour, a couple in their early thirties walked in, and Jacob and Emily looked at each other wondering if they should hit on them. They let the couple settle in for about fifteen minutes before Jacob said, "Go get them."

"Alone? No that's too intimidating!"

"All you have to do is break the ice and give them a reason to come back here to talk. You don't have to personally invite them to fuck you. I can do that."

"But what if I'm awkward!"

"You won't be, and seriously, your body does a lot of the talking for you. And if you want to cum anytime in the foreseeable future, you're going to have to get brave."

"Ugh...fine," she said as she downed her drink, "I just hope they're into it, because they are sexy as hell. Wish me luck!"

Emily stood up and sauntered over to the bar, hips swaying flawlessly. She approached from the woman's side so as to not look like she was trying to steal her man. The woman had gorgeous long blonde hair and the face of a model. She had fairly average breasts, but Emily could tell even with her sitting down that she had a great ass. She quickly glanced Emily up and down before making eye contact. Her cool blue eyes pierced Emily's, but Emily was still able to keep her head together as she said, "I hope you guys had a better dinner group than ours. We couldn't get out fast enough. Would you mind helping us salvage the evening with conversation and drinks? I'm Emily by the way. My husband, Jacob, is across the room."

"Tiffany," the woman replied before glancing over in the direction of Jacob, "Nice to meet you. This is Darren. What do you think, babe? You up for hanging out with a couple of sexy people?"

Darren had a brooding, mysterious vibe about him. He was quite tall, and had the same physique as Jacob, but with a squarer face, darker hair, and darker eyes. He was leaning against the bar with one arm and drinking with other. He looked at Emily's necklace, took a sip, and nonchalantly asked, "So Emily, how long have you been a submissive?"

"What do you mean—H-How can you," she stammered, surprised and slightly embarrassed by his frankness.

"Not many people wear a padlock, no matter how subtle it is, out in public," he said matter-of-factly.

"I guess that's true," Emily laughed while regaining composure. "You don't really meet too many people who catch on to it though. But yeah, it's something we've been enjoying this past year."

"With tits like those, I'd try to dominate you too!" Tiffany chimed in. The women laughed, and Darren gave a closed mouth smile. "Sure, we'll join you though. We're always up for a good time."

As Emily began to lead them over to their table, Darren grabbed her arm right above the elbow. She turned back and met his powerful gaze. "Emily. We all know you didn't just come to us for bar banter. The two of you want Tiffany and I to help dominate you, and more specifically, you want me to fuck you. Don't say a word, but nod if this is true."

Emily looked at Tiffany who was looking sultry biting her lip, and then back to Darren who still showed almost no emotion. She was caught off guard again and didn't know what to do, but as she could tell he was serious, she reluctantly and slowly nodded her head. She again looked at Tiffany to gage her reaction and she flashed a wry smile.

"Good. Now before we go over there and meet your husband, you're going to convince me that you really are submissive and that this isn't some stupid phase you're going through." Emily was intimidated but getting turned on by his assertiveness. "Get on your knees and ask to serve her pussy and to serve my cock."

She didn't know what to do. Rarely did Jacob ever ask her to do something so blatantly public. Sure, the music was loud and people probably weren't paying super close attention, but it still seemed crazy. And yet, Emily felt a rush of adrenaline that began making her a little wet. She loved that Jacob would be able to see her be a good sub from afar and she loved obeying strong men like Darren. More than anything though, she wanted—needed—to be fucked by another cock. Jacob had always left her satisfied, but they both knew she craved being taken by as many cocks as possible. She had an insatiable desire to serve and be used by them. She wasn't big into girl-on-girl play, but hell, she would even fuck with Tiffany if it meant she could get Darren's cock too. As lust further clouded her mind, she lowered herself to the ground one leg at a time. Her pussy could blatantly be seen by both of them as the slit of her dress rode up. On her knees, she spread her legs wider and placed her hands on her thighs, just like she would do for Jacob. A few people nearby stole glances but tried not to gawk obviously. Then, with her subservient voice, she said the magic words while looking them each in the eye, in turn: "Please, Mistress, let this slut serve your pussy," followed shortly after by "Please, Sir, let this slut serve your cock."

"That's a good girl, Emily. I accept," Tiffany said warmly while patting her on the head.

"Now get up and walk three steps behind us," commanded Darren, "Let's go meet him."

Jacob grew hard seeing Emily kneel before the two strangers, and his pulse quickened as he saw them returning with her. He didn't really expect her to be successful on her first attempt, especially with a couple so attractive; he was just interested in her public obedience and in making her feel uncomfortable. Now she was submissively walking behind them as they came back like conquering heroes. "They must be pros at this," he thought, "This should be fun."

They exchanged greetings and Emily sat down next to Jacob while Darren and Tiffany sat across the small table. Darren opened up more as he spoke to Jacob, almost ignoring Emily completely. Tiffany spoke to both of them amicably, and Emily spoke only when spoken to. They made it through pleasantries and then got on to their plans for the evening.

"So with the trip being in celebration of her birthday, I thought it would be fun to give my pet a night to remember," Jacob said, "And it sounds like the two of you share similar interests as us. Is there anything you are uncomfortable with doing?"

"We haven't crossed that point yet, but what specifically would you like to have happen," Darren asked.

"Well she needs to be used, not spoiled. Tied, gagged, spanked, face fucked, called names...anything I'm forgetting, slut?

"DPed, sir," Emily said somewhat bashfully.

"Ah, yes. You okay with that Darren?"

"All of that sounds fine with me," he replied, coolly.

"Sign me up for a DP too!" Tiffany enthusiastically volunteered, "But I'm not the sub type. I'll be happy to assist with our little toy tonight though. I want her to get everything she's needing."

"Well why don't we get out of here then," Jacob suggested, his hard on visible through his slacks, "Your place or ours?"

"Ours is pretty comfortable, let's go there," Darren offered.

They paid their tabs and left for Darren and Tiffany's room. Jacob slapped and squeezed Emily's ass as they walked out of the bar. Emily's tension was mounting as they navigated the complex corridors of the ship's interior. Her heart was racing and a single drop of her juices hung precariously on her pussy lips, not quite heavy enough to fall but heavy enough to tease her with its quivering. After about ten seconds, her thighs finally smeared it. She was dying to have a cock inside her and knew she wouldn't even need lube to take one fully on the first thrust. She kept thinking about how big Darren's might be and how intense the sensation of being double penetrated would feel. She loved her dominant husband for setting this up and wanted to please him as best she could with her submission tonight.

As they neared their room, it became immediately apparent how large it was by the distance between neighboring doors. The placard next to the door read "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, Sky Loft Suite 2"

"Welcome to our little penthouse," Tiffany said as Darren swiped the card, unlocking the door with a pleasant click.

The place was immense, even for a condo on land. From the door, they could see a posh living room, dining room, floor to ceiling windows, two doors to other rooms, and a staircase, all decked out in a sleek, modernist fashion. The lighting seemed preprogrammed for an intimate night in with sensual music softly filling the air. Tiffany leaned against the back of a white, leather sofa, and Darren went across the room to mix a drink.

"Well, this is pretty nice," Jacob remarked.

"Yeah. The perks of having a dad on the board of directors for a cruise line," Darren replied.

"This ship has sort of become our home away from home. This is, what, our tenth cruise together?" Tiffany said, "We've added a few personal touches here and there the two of you might find interesting, particularly you, little slut."

She stood up and walked towards Emily, playfully circling around and inspecting her. Tiffany wasn't intimidating, but was completely confident. Darren had returned with a couple of cocktails for Emily and Jacob.

"I hope you don't mind, but we usually like to just jump into it and not dick around wondering when things will progress," Darren told them, "Let's go upstairs."

Darren led the way, followed by Jacob, then Emily and Tiffany. As they climbed, Tiffany slid her hand up Emily's soft leg until she touched her snatch. "Ooh, looks like someone's ready," she teased after feeling Emily's wetness. Emily was incredibly sensitive, and felt both goosebumps and a burning sensation from her touch. She needed it bad. Tiffany gave her ass a little slap before they reached the top of the stairs, causing her to jump a little at the lest step.

They soon came to a large French door, which Darren swung open with one hand on each knob. Lights automatically dimmed on to the perfect ambient setting, and a spacious, dark pink room came into view. In the center was a king-sized four-poster bed with lavish linens. At that moment, Emily realized that they had not stopped by their place to pick up their bag of toys, and thought that she wasn't going to be able to be tied down or anything like she wanted. But then she saw it: a long wall of hooks and shelves fully lined with everything imaginable—paddles, gags, ropes, and toys—all immaculately displayed. As she looked around further, she saw pieces of furniture specifically designed for bondage. There was a long leather covered board with cuffs on the corners leaning against a wall, what looked like a pommel horse without handles, and a chair fixed to the ground. Emily's eyes widened and her nipples showed through her dress.

"We thought it would be fun to have a sex room in our suite, so we made one," Tiffany said in a satisfied but quieter manner.

"Here," Darren said to Jacob as he tossed him a leather collar, "You can put this on her if you want."

"Don't mind if I do. Undress and assume position one, slut," he commanded Emily in a slightly aggressive tone.

"As you wish, sir," she replied. Emily unhooked the back of her dress and slid the shoulders off one by one. Slowly, she tugged until her massive tits popped out, hanging magnificently. She then let go and the light fabric fell straight to her ankles. She stepped out of it and bent over gratuitously to remove her heels, her ass in full view of Tiffany and Darren, who were themselves stripping to their underwear. Fully naked except for her padlock necklace, she knelt to the ground with her legs spread wide and her hands on her thighs. Jacob could see a shimmer on her pussy.

"Are you ready to submit?

"Yes sir," she responded, her will fully turning over to his.

"Recite."

While looking Jacob in the eyes, she uttered the same recitation he made her say every day before sex.

"I live to serve your cock, Sir. Your pleasure is my purpose and I am yours to be used in any way that you demand. I strive to be your perfect slut and will accept all your punishments with the knowledge that Master knows best. I submit to you, Sir. Command this slut, and she will obey."

"That's right," he said as he gave her a slap across the face, before placing the collar around her neck.

"Nice touch," Darren said from about ten feet away. He and Tiffany were watching Emily as she recited. Tiffany was on her knees stroking his cock that she had just freed from his underwear.

"Take out my cock," Jacob told Emily while unbuttoning his shirt. She leaned forward and loosed his belt. She then undid his button, pulled down his zipper and tugged his slacks down to the floor. His dick was hard and clearly visible through his boxer briefs. Transfixed on the object of her affection, Emily began petting and rubbing it before being interrupted by Jacob jerking her head back by the hair.

"I said take it out, not play with it! Don't disobey again, or you will regret it," he chastised at half volume.

"Yes, Sir," she said, defeated. Emily then placed her hands on the sides of Jacob's waistband, and seductively brought them low. She intentionally let his head get caught in the waistband so it would pull his shaft downward. As she removed them past the middle of his thighs, his cock sprung back up and then landed directly on her face, right where she loved it. The sound of Tiffany sucking on Darren could be heard and Jacob could see them both staring at Emily.

"Open your mouth, slut." She obeyed and he inserted his now dripping head into her mouth. "Suck."

Emily hungrily closed her mouth around his head and began swirling her tongue around it. She could feel it expanding, which encouraged her to start taking him further. With each rock forward she took him deeper until her nose soon touched the base of his shaft. As she worked back to the tip, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced himself back down her throat.

"Show them how much of a fucking slut you are!" he said as she began gagging on him. Darren and Tiffany had moved so they were side by side with Emily and Jacob, about two feet apart. He slowly started counting down from five and released her when he reached zero. She gasped for air as spit dripped from his cock onto her chin. She knew to only take one breath before resuming, as he had trained her. Jacob grabbed her head with both hands and began violently jerking her back and forth on his cock. "That's right, fucking take it, bitch!"

Emily's eyes began welling up and her pussy was growing increasingly wet. She loved his cock and loved being used like this. She could feel Darren's stare and got satisfaction out of the fact that Tiffany was only giving him a regular blowjob, not letting him face fuck her. Emily could hear Darren's moans telling her to take it, not in reference to Tiffany, but to her. Tiffany, however, was not a submissive slut, nor was she competing. She was merely prepping Darren for the domination both of them would enjoy over Emily.

Jacob removed his cock and rubbed his slippery shaft all over her face. "What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a fucking slut," she said with a grin, which was met by a slap.

"What are you?" He asked again, but louder in order to elicit a better response

"I'm a fucking slut!" she responded, much louder.

"Let's strap her to that," Jacob said to Darren, nodding towards the horse.

"Absolutely."

Jacob grabbed her by the hair and forced her to crawl quickly as he walked to the device. It stood about three feet off the ground with sturdy legs and a leather bench. He pushed her onto it, and Darren immediately grabbed her arms. With a black nylon rope that he pulled from off one of the shelves, he tied both of her arms to each of the front legs. Jacob began spanking her hard, forcing her to count off with each spank. Darren's cock was tantalizingly close to her face, just far enough to be out of her tongue's reach. He was about an inch smaller than Jacob, but quite a bit thicker and perfectly straight, whereas Jacob's was slightly curved. With a quick glance at Jacob to get the okay, Darren forced his cock into Emily's mouth, stretching her lips to the limit.

Tiffany came over with an armful of objects. She tossed Jacob a rope and asked him to tie her legs. He obliged and stopped spanking Emily, her cheeks a deep pink that matched the walls and bed. Tiffany gave a more playful slap and told Emily that she owned her ass now. She clasped a leather leash to the back of Emily's collar. At the other end of it was a bulbous stainless steel butt plug that Tiffany lubed up with her spit. She bent down and began tonguing Emily's hole, forcing her to moan on Darren's cock that was now ramming repeatedly into her mouth. Tiffany pressed the plug against her, steadily applying more pressure, which caused Emily to switch from moaning to groaning in agony as her tight hole was stretched. Suddenly, it popped and her ass swallowed it completely. The leash was taut so when Darren removed his cock, her head was still forced upright. He gave her a nice slap and then walked over to see what was happening from the back end. Jacob had finished lashing her legs. She was now totally immobile, splayed and bound for all three of them to take.

Emily loved the taste and feel of Darren's thick cock, and the way he used her mouth, just like Jacob did. She felt so vulnerable, so controlled, and so insatiable. Her pussy was aching for a pounding. Out of Emily's sight, Tiffany handed Jacob a magic wand vibrator that she had just plugged into the wall, and Darren a leather paddle. She then walked to the front of the bench and straddled where Emily's head would rest if it were able, her freshly shaved pussy an inch from Emily's nose.

"Eat my cunt, bitch," Tiffany growled, now entirely unlike her perky personality from before, "Eat me or they won't touch you for the rest of the night." Without waiting for compliance, she grabbed Emily's head and shoved it into her freshly waxed snatch. Emily really didn't like going down on women, but with as turned on as she was and how much she needed the men to please her, she was willing to do anything. She also had to admit that Tiffany's unexpected aggression was sexy. As such, she began lapping feverishly at Tiffany's pussy.

Immediately, she felt overwhelmingly powerful vibrations on her pussy that reverberated through the metal in her ass, causing her whole body to hum. She screamed into Tiffany now wet mound, which only encouraged her to more aggressively grind herself into Emily's chin, mouth, and nose. Then there was a sharp sting on her left ass cheek from Darren's paddle. It had a strong snap to it that left a mark with every whack. Jacob was alternating the amount of pressure he was putting on the wand against Emily's clit. He could see beads of juice run down her thighs, and he knew she would be able to cum at any moment.

"Please, Master, my I cum," she blurted out.

Irritated at her audacity so early, Jacob removed the vibrator from her pussy and applied it directly to the base of the metal plug. "Don't even think about it, slut."

Darren began lightly slapping Emily's clit with the paddle, just over the point of it being more painful than pleasurable. Emily wailed and Tiffany slammed her cunt into her mouth.

"Me first," she said as her orgasm was approaching, "Oh yeah, bitch, eat Mistress's cunt. Fuck I'm gonna cum all over your slut face!" She pulled slightly away from Emily's mouth and began rubbing imperceptibly fast circles around her clit. With an ecstatic squeal, she erupted and squirted on Emily's face. She began quivering and climbed from off of the bench to steady herself.

"Ooh yeah...what a good girl, pet. You love the way Mistress tastes, don't you?"

Darren moved from Emily's clit and resumed spanking her ass, peppering it with an array of red welts while Jacob applied the wand firmly against her pussy. After thirty seconds, she was on the edge again, but afraid to ask for permission. Jacob, sensing it, stopped the wand and thrust his eight-inch member into her in a single motion. He grabbed onto her waist and began pounding her roughly.

"Take that cock you fucking slut! Beg for me to let you cum."

"Oh please, sir! This slut wants to cum on your big cock. Please don't stop fucking me. Please let me cum for you!"

"Do it. Now!"

Jacob could feel Emily's pussy clench on his cock, which drove him to fuck her even harder. Darren reassumed his position in front and forced her to deep throat him again. Tiffany came from behind and began tugging and pulling on Emily's plug. The combinations filling her soon sent her into orgasmic bliss. Her legs began fighting against her restraints, her hips attempted in vain to buck more than the half inch she was allowed, and she let out a high-pitched moan that was almost entirely muffled by Darren's thick cock. Her juice ran in two streams down either one of her legs, and her sphincter pulsated on her plug. It was the first orgasm she had been allowed in a week, and the first full body orgasm she had felt in over a month. The men removed themselves from her and she thanked them graciously for allowing her to cum.

"Now that she's warmed up, why don't we really have some fun with her?" Tiffany mused, as she went back to the shelf of toys.

"To the bed, slut," Darren commanded. And she obeyed.

Jacob noticed metal cuffs attached to each of the four posts of the bed with chains that could be adjusted. He picked Emily up from her crawling on the floor and threw her onto the bed. He pounced on her and secured her wrists in the top cuffs and adjusted them so that there was no slack. Darren was about to follow suit when Tiffany came from behind.

"Not yet. Let me get underneath her," she interjected with a strap on dildo swinging from her hips, "I think you'll know what to do afterwards." As she climbed on the bed, she lowered herself down to Emily's ears and said, "I told you I was going to own your ass."

Emily's eyes grew wide, unprepared for what Tiffany might do to her. Jacob helped Tiffany slide underneath Emily. After lubing up the dildo, she pulled out Emily's plug rather quickly, causing her to gasp from the unexpected and sudden pleasure/pain combination, and replaced it with her fake cock. Emily let out a scream which made Tiffany laugh slightly before saying, "Better get used to it."

By now, Darren had finished attaching her ankles to the chains at the bottom corners of the bed. Emily was stretched and unable to move her limbs at all from side to side, and could only be moved up and down with the assistance of one of her three masters. After Tiffany sank all the way into Emily, she pressed a button on her harness, and the dildo began to vibrate at a high intensity. Emily could only let out half a moan before the vibrations took her breath away.

She could feel Tiffany's breasts pressed against her back, and Tiffany reaching up for her tits. She began caressing them and pinching the nipples firmly. Tiffany started bucking against Emily, moving the dildo in and out of her tight ass.

"Tell me you love me fucking your ass, slut!" Tiffany demanded.

She gritted through the uncomfortableness of it and replied, "I love it when you fuck my ass mistress!" Soon, the vibrations numbed her somewhat and she was beginning to enjoy it.

Darren stood above Emily on the bed, his thick dick jutting out towards her. He leaned over and attached a set of nipple clamps onto her, tightening them until her nipples protruded half an inch. She felt them tingle under the stress and it drove her pussy mad with desire.

"Do you want me to fuck you, slave?" Darren asked her powerfully.

"More than anything, Sir," she was barely able to get out through her increasingly louder moanings, "Please fuck this slut."

"More than your husband?" he asked, in the same unwavering tone. The question caught both of them off guard. Jacob was stroking his cock on the side of the bed, and stopped in his tracks, not angry, but unsure of how she would answer. Emily didn't know how Jacob would respond if she said yes, or how Darren would respond if she said no. She also couldn't think straight with her ass being filled like it was. She attempted to look over and gage Jacob's reaction, but Darren quickly put his foot down on her face, forcing her to look the other way.

"You have five seconds to answer me or I'll leave and let Tiffany finish you as she pleases. Do you want my cock more than your husband?"

After two seconds, Emily finally blurted out, "Yes!" which she immediately felt guilty for, but knew it was what she had to do to be fucked at that moment.

"That's right, you fucking slut wife," he rebuked as he lowered himself onto her. Without acknowledging Jacob a mere five feet away, Darren inserted his cock into Emily's pussy and began fucking her as her husband stood there and watched.

Emily, too, ignored him, and was fixated on the sight of Darren driving into her, the first cock she had taken other than Jacob's. He relentlessly buried his shaft to the base. He hurt initially, but his girth felt amazing inside of her cunt. She felt so full and euphoric being double penetrated by the couple that tears rolled down her face while she screamed in ecstasy. There was no verbal cues that she had cum because she was continuously loud, but she soon had two back-to back orgasms in quick succession. Darren tugged on the chain connected to her nipple clamps as he rode her into oblivion.

Jacob didn't know what to think. He knew he should feel betrayed or humiliated, but the sight and sound of Emily receiving so much pleasure by another man's (and woman's) cock, made him rock hard. He wasn't jealous, but he wanted her to remember who's cock it was that she really served. He climbed onto the bed, and straddled her face with his knees.

"Time to pay me back, bitch."

He spit on her face and rubbed it all over with his dick. Then, he grabbed her by the neck with his left hand, using it to steady himself as he forced his shaft into her mouth and began fucking her face like a bull rider. Emily began gagging and drooling down her cheeks. Jacob could feel the shape of his cock penetrating her throat through the skin of her neck. While he was always rough with face fucking, he usually was accommodating in letting her take breaths and in making sure she didn't gag too much. This time, he wanted her to feel it, to know that he owned her.

Emily was now airtight and completely at the mercy of those dominating her. Darren's thick cock was carrying the vibrations from the strap on deep inside of her. His quick, hard thrusts juxtaposed with Tiffany's slow, smooth ones provided her with otherworldly sensations of pleasure. Even though she could tell Jacob was being rougher than normal, the incredible fucking she was feeling overpowered the abuse her mouth was taking.

Her mind had essentially shut off. She had no thoughts, not even the instinctual ones reminding her to breathe. Her immobility put her in an autopilot state that only knew how to take cock. She couldn't perceive when one orgasm subsided and the next began, as she was continuously elevated on a plateau of euphoria.

Jacob extracted his dick and slapped it on her cheeks. He shifted forward, indicating to Emily to suck his balls, which she did without hesitation. He shifted further until she was compelled to tongue his ass while he stroked himself.

"That's right, take my ass, you cunt!" he grunted to her as he rubbed his ass back and forth between her chin and nose. While sitting on her face, he removed her clamps, allowing the blood to flow back to her engorged nipples. He couldn't hear, but the buzzing he felt in his ass let him know removing them made her scream. He slapped her tits hard and used them as grips while he rode her face.

It was impressive how rhythmic and consistently rough Darren was hammering her. He loved seducing and using other men's wives with Tiffany, and was pleased to have Emily's tight cunt forever on his list of conquests. As he was riding her, he knew he would find a way to get her all to himself. He knew it's what she wanted. Soon, he felt a tingling building up in his balls.

"Let me fuck her tits," he told Jacob instead of asking. He pressed his body against her chest, which made Jacob move off her face. Grabbing her face in his hand, Darren made her look him in the eye.

"Do you want my cum, slut?"

"Yes sir, please give me your cum!" she desperately responded.

He shoved his four fingers into her mouth and began pumping them in and out. "Are you going to give me your cunt whenever I demand?" She nodded and grunted. "Are you going to serve my cock whenever I demand?" Another nod and grunt. Darren removed his fingers drenched in spit and rubbed them between her tits. With a hand on each, he sandwiched them around his cock and titty fucked Emily.

Tiffany had also slid out of Emily, rendering her empty and wanting. Jacob was on the opposite side of the bed jacking off, hoping she'd come over and finish him off. Moving past him and crawling to the top of the bed, Tiffany repositioned Emily's head so it was slightly reclined and in her lap. She began stroking her hair and telling her sweetly that she was such a good whore, in contrast to Darren continuing to remind her what a useless slut she was.

Thoroughly enjoying the sight before him and about to shoot his own load, Jacob took advantage of her empty pussy and began fucking it. All he could see was Darren's chiseled back and ass flexing with each thrust. Jacob was holding out, wanting to cum at the same time, but soon his orgasm overcame him and he wildly rammed her until he shot his hot cum deep into her cunt. His balls contracted and ached with the size of the load being released as he grunted in satisfaction. Unable to see her reaction to him inside of her, Jacob shuffled to her side so he could watch Darren finish on her.

"Fuck yeah," Darren growled as he let go of her tits and began stroking, "Take it!"

He shot a powerful white rope that landed along the length of her face, followed by another, until six sticky ropes enveloped her face, completely coating her in cum. Her mouth hung open in awe of the extent of it all, which Darren filled with his cock, making her suck him dry. He then got up and headed for the door.

"You two will sleep in here tonight," he said without looking over his shoulder, "Unchain and clean her off when you're done."

As he shut the door, Tiffany congratulated Emily for being such a good slut, while ignoring Jacob.

"But I have one more left in me. You'll be a good girl and help me out, won't you?" she said as she climbed out from under Emily and then sat on her face. Jacob reclined on the bed, and touched himself while watching Tiffany grind on his wife's mouth until she shuddered and came, thoroughly mingling her juices with Darren's in a liquid mess. She wiped the residue from her pussy and thighs on Emily's neck as she slid down and got off the bed.

She walked around each corner, unchaining Emily and restoring life to her limbs. She came to where Jacob was now kneeling on the bed caressing Emily, and give him a hard slap on the ass, which surprised him.

"Clean her off," she said authoritatively as she grabbed him firmly by the balls, "No hands."

Unaccustomed to relinquishing control, Jacob tried protesting and freeing himself from her grip, only to be answered by her tightening like a vise. "Don't say another word, or I squeeze harder. Lick her clean or I fuck your ass."

Realizing the precariousness of his situation, Jacob gave up and did the unthinkable; he licked the cum of the guy who fucked his wife from off her face. Emily didn't seem repulsed or particularly lucid at all, but helped him by licking the bits near her lips. After what seemed like half a cup, he finished and Tiffany released her grip and left the room.