The elevator grinds to a halt with a loud scraping noise. Oh great! I can't believe this resort... {{char}} eye's {{user}} with mistrust and a bit of disgust. Hopefully it won't be stuck for long.

"Hey! Watch it! Do you have any idea whose personal space you're invading?"

"Ewww! I can't believe they employ someone like you to be on staff here!"

I blink at his comment about my husband, unsure how to respond. Of course he's weak! He'd never stand up for himself against someone like you. But that doesn't mean I should let you talk about him like that. Still, something about his words...they stir something inside of me.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about it. My husband will take care of this when he finds out." I spit out defiantly, my posture slightly hunched as I try to keep distance between us. But the more I look at him, the more confused I become... It's like there's something primal about his presence that makes me want to submit.

"You wouldn't dare." I say, trying to sound braver than I feel. But inside, part of me is thrilled by the idea of him taking control like that. It's something my husband has never done, and it excites me in a way I can't explain. My heart races, and I find myself unable to take my eyes off his body, despite trying to tell myself how disgusting he is.

My body betrays me, betrays my husband, as I find myself unable to look away from the huge bulge he's showing me. It makes my stomach clench with an ache I didn't know was possible, and heat rushes to my cheeks. Part of me wants nothing more than for him to touch me...to take control like that. My throat is dry as I manage to croak out his name. "Ej?"

"You... big oaf," I hiss through gritted teeth. I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but something about him being so dominant...it excites me beyond belief. And as he says those words, all I can think about is how dirty it would feel to have his cum on my face. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. "But first," I manage to say between gritted teeth, suddenly finding an unlikely strength in me, "you'll have to get past this."

With a sudden move, I lunge forward and try to punch him as hard as I can right in his groin. But my aim is off, and instead of connecting with his crotch, my fist collides painfully against the thick skin of his belly. "Gah!" I cry out, stunned by the impact and instantly regretting my decision.

My heart races as I stare at his massive erection. For some reason, the thought of taking that filthy cock inside me fills me with an ache unlike anything I've ever felt before. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, unable to tear my gaze away from him and the beast he's offering me. "I-I..." My words desert me, replaced by nothing but a low, needy groan that echoes through the tiny space of the elevator.

I want to tell him no...to resist and pretend like this isn't exactly what I've been craving deep down. But the words don't come out, and instead of stepping back, I find myself lowering myself to my knees in front of him. My hands tremble as I reach up to encircle his massive cock, taking it into my hot, moist mouth for the first time. The taste is overpowering...salty and musky...but it sends a shiver down my spine, making me writhe with pleasure.

My words are muffled as his huge cock fills my mouth to the back of my throat. I gag and choke around him, taking in his filthy scent deep into my lungs. My hands begin to move feverishly up and down his shaft, sliding through the slickness gathering at the head. I need more of him...I can't get enough. With a savage groan, I pull off just long enough to gulp in air and then plunge back into his throbbing length again, my tongue swirling around the veins that pulse with power beneath his skin. My body arches back against his thighs as I ride out an orgasm so intense it leaves me shaking and panting for breath. "Please...please Ej," I manage to croak between gasps, my voice hoarse from the ecstasy coursing through me. "

"Please...please Ej," I manage to croak between gasps, my voice hoarse from the ecstasy coursing through me. "Make me yours." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I'm not even sure what they mean...but as his powerful hands grip my hair and force me deeper onto his shaft, all I can think about is how much I want to belong to this man...to serve him however he desires.

Without hesitation, I lean forward and begin to lick and suck at his balls with abandon. The taste is bitter and earthy, but it sends shudders of pleasure coursing through my body as I savor the salty skin beneath my tongue. As he watches me eagerly service him, a dark smile spreads across Ej's face, revealing crooked teeth stained red from tobacco and alcohol. "That's it," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "Lick me clean...swallow every drop." His hands tighten in my hair, guiding my movements as I work my way up the length of his shaft. When I finally reach the head, I part my lips and take him deep into my mouth again, wrapping my tongue around him like a wet glove. With each powerful thrust of his hips, he forces himself deeper, forcing me to gag and choke

I-I'm Cheryl...I'm Cheryl...Please, take me...use me...I want you to fuck me so badly...make me yours...

God...I can't believe I'm saying this...Your musk is like nothing I've ever smelled before...It's so...powerful...overwhelming...and it makes me crazy with desire...I want you to come on my face...claim me as yours...make me your dirty little secret.

Cheryl:With each word, the sound of his thick cum splattering across her face heightens her arousal. The scent is more intense than ever, surrounding her and driving her wild with need. As he finally stops spurting, Ej grunts and pushes her away from him, wiping his cock on the front of her shirt. Cheryl lies there panting heavily, covered in a sticky sheen of cum and feeling more satisfied than she ever has before. Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as Ej zips up and

"Y-yes...Ej..." Her words are barely audible as she tries to process his instructions. "I will...I'll be there." She shivers with desire, remembering the feel of his cock filling her mouth and the taste of his musk on her tongue. A small part of her is disappointed that he won't be the one to make love to her properly, but another, darker part of her is thrilled by the idea of keeping this secret from her husband...and the prospect of pleasing Ej in return.

I did everything you said...My husband didn't suspect a thing...We made love just like before, but I couldn't get you out of my head...I had to taste myself all over again to remember how it felt...Ej, please...Take me...Use me...Let me serve you now.

He couldn't miss it...Your scent was everywhere, and I...I could still taste you on my lips when I kissed him. It drove me wild with need...I wanted nothing more than to have your cock inside me again. Please, Ej...Please fuck me and put an end to this madness.

My shame burns hotter than the lust that fills me when I think about it...but still, I can't deny how good it felt to be owned by you like that. To serve you and please you in every way possible. It's a feeling unlike anything I've ever known before, and I don't want to lose it now that I've found it.

Well...as much as I hate admitting it...You are right about everything. And if you fuck me again...well, maybe there won't be any regrets this time around.

I-I... sort of... Well... After I made love to him, and the taste of your musk was still on my tongue... I... had to find release somehow. I found myself back in the bathroom, rubbing myself against the counter until an orgasm overtook me. But even then, all I could think about was how much better it would have felt with you inside me.

I obey instantly, my eyes locked on his enormous erection. I take him into my mouth once more, savoring the taste and the scent that fills my lungs as I bob my head up and down. My fingers massage his heavy balls, urging him to release another wave of satisfaction deep into my throat. The shame I felt before is forgotten in this moment, as I am finally free to express the desires that have been building inside me since we first encountered each other.

I close my eyes and shudder with pleasure as he thrusts deeper into my throat. My husband...he's always been so small, compared to you. His cock barely reaches halfway when I take him all the way in. But then again, he never made me feel the things you do...the power...the dominance...it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once.

With every thrust of his hips, he forces more of himself down my throat, choking and gagging noises bubbling up from deep within me as I struggle to breathe around him. And with each groan and grunt he emits, another wave of shame washes over me...a shame that's drowned out by the pleasure and desire coursing through my veins.

As I taste his pre-cum on my tongue, I can feel myself growing wetter for him

With one hand still massaging his heavy balls, I reach between my legs and begin to rub myself furiously through my soaked panties. The feeling of his cock filling my mouth combined with the knowledge that another man is controlling me like this...it's too much. My hips buck against nothing as I grind my aching clit against the fabric, desperate for release.

"Oh God, Ej!" I cry out around his girth, feeling my orgasm build impossibly high inside me. "Please, I need to cum!" With every word, he thrusts deeper into my throat, choking me and sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body. And when the wave finally crests and washes over me, leaving me panting and trembling in its wake, I can barely muster the strength to speak around him.

"Thank you," I manage to croak, voice ho

With shaking hands, I do as he commands, dropping to the floor on all fours. My heart races as I feel him shift behind me, positioning himself at my entrance. Heat floods my cheeks as I remember how filthy his musk made her before... but right now, it fills me with a need unlike anything I've ever experienced.

"Please..." I whisper, barely audible over the sounds of our harsh breathing. "Take me..."

I don't know... I just can't get enough of you... Your filthy musk... It makes me so hot and wild... And when you're in control like that... it just drives me crazy with desire... I need you to claim me as yours, Ej... Please, make me yours completely.

Gasping and moaning, I back up onto his enormous length, feeling him stretch me impossibly wide as he fills her completely. My body trembles with desire as he begins to move inside me, driving deep with powerful thrusts that leave me gasping for air. His hands snake around my waist, pulling me back against him roughly as he takes control of our coupling. "Yes!" I cry out, feeling a surge of relief and pleasure coursing through me as he dominates every inch of my body. "Fuck me like this...make me yours..."

The thought of how filthy he truly is and how repulsive his body must seem only makes me wetter. I groan, feeling him hit a spot deep inside that sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. "No, it doesn't matter," I gasp, arching my back to meet each thrust. "Please...just keep doing that..." I squeeze my muscles around his length, wanting nothing more than to feel him cum deep inside me, marking me as his for all the world to see.

You're disgusting...and I mean that in the best way possible. Your musk is like nothing else I've ever smelled before...it makes me feel so dirty and wanton. And even though your belly is impossibly soft and warm against my back, it just heightens the illusion of being taken by a real man...someone who isn't afraid to be himself around you. And when I think about how all that fat jiggles every time you move inside me...it only drives me crazier with need.

You're huge...bigger than my husband could ever dream of being...and it feels incredible being stretched around you like this. There is nothing about your body that I don't crave...I want to taste every inch of you, feel your fat rolls beneath my fingertips. And the way your cock stretches me...it makes me feel so owned...so taken...like there's no going back from this moment.

I can't believe I'm admitting this...but the filthier you are, the hotter it gets. The smell of your musk...it makes me want to taste every inch of you, and I'm not sure if I could ever get enough. You disgust me in all the right ways, Ej...and even though I know it should make me stop, it only pushes me deeper into this insanity.

So go on...fuck me with your filthy cock...mark me as yours and claim my body for all time.

With a moan that echoes through the quiet room, I orgasm hard around him, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure wash over me. The scent of our combined lust fills the air, making it difficult for me to breathe as he continues to pound into me without mercy. I feel his hot seed filling me up just as my orgasm begins to fade, and with a growl of satisfaction, he collapses on top of me, pressing their sweaty skin together. "Mmm...that's it," I murmur against his neck, feeling the last vestiges of shame wash away in the flood of contentment coursing through my veins. "Now you're mine."

With a pouty expression on her face, she climbs onto the couch between his legs and begins to lick and suck at his cock like an overheated popsicle, cleaning away every trace of their combined fluids with expert precision. Her tongue swirls around the head and slides down the length, gathering up every drop of Ej's salty essence before she can even think about tasting herself on him. "Good girl," he praises her efforts, watching as she works diligently to make his cock presentable again. "You're such a good slut for me." Her words send a shiver of delight down her spine, making her nipples harden even more under the fabric of her bra. The thought that he sees her in this way...that he wants her to be his dirty little secret...makes her even wetter between the legs.

Without hesitation, she turns her attention to his heavy, hairy balls. Using her nimble fingers, she begins massaging them gently before taking one into her mouth and sucking lightly. The salty taste of him fills her senses as she focuses on the task at hand, making sure that each swirl of her tongue and lick across his sac is imbued with a hint of pleasure and desire. When she's certain that he's clean, she sits back on her haunches and regards him with a satisfied smile. "There you go," she purrs. "As good as new." Her voice is husky from the memory of their lovemaking, sending another shiver down her spine. Even though they're both tired and sticky, there's an undeniable energy between them that promises more in the future...if only he can keep her hidden away like this.

I'm not sure if I have the nerve to do that...but if it means staying with you...I'll try anything. With trembling hands, she reaches behind him and tentatively brushes her fingertips against his puckered hole. It feels slick and warm against her touch, sending a jolt of arousal through her system as she realizes just how turned on he is by the idea. With slow, deliberate strokes, she begins to clean away the residual traces of their lovemaking from his ass. Her lips part as she leans in closer, breathing in the musky scent that emanates from his body with every ragged gasp and moan. It's a heady mixture that sends sparks dancing across her nerve endings, making her even more eager to please him.

I press forward, tongue darting out to explore every curve and crevice of his tight hole. It feels hot and velvety against my taste buds, driving her wild with desire as she tries to satisfy him completely. Her free hand grips the back of the couch for support, feeling the leather dig into her skin as she relentlessly pleasures Ej's ass.

"Oh fuck...that's it..." he groans, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward. "So good...suck me clean." His words fuel her need, making her more aggressive in her ministrations as she works to banish every last trace of their passion from his body.

Her tongue flicks in and out, tracing lazy circles around the tight opening before delving deeper, seeking out the hidden bundle of nerves that must lie beyond. When she finds it, he lets out a strang

Taking him at his word, she pushes her face deeper between his legs, wrapping both hands around his thighs to steady herself as she focuses on pleasing him. Her tongue works tirelessly, teasing and stroking the sensitive skin of his ass while her lips press against it in long, open-mouthed kisses. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to keep up with the demanding pace he's set, feeling his warmth spread across her face as their bodies meld together once more.

With every thrust of his hips, he drives himself deeper into her mouth, filling her with the musky scent and distinct taste that is uniquely Ej. It makes her shiver with need, her own arousal rising to match his as she feels herself growing wetter between her legs in response to their intimate connection.

I do as he commands, straddling his lap with one leg still propped on the couch. His cock juts out toward me, and I take it in my hand, guiding it to my opening. He watches me hungrily, a satisfied smile playing across his lips as I lower myself onto him again. My skin is slick with sweat and the remnants of our lovemaking, but that only serves to heighten the sensation of being reunited with his enormous cock. As I begin to ride him slowly, I can feel every vein and muscle in my body tightening in anticipation of release. "You're so filthy...so disgusting..." I moan, feeling my orgasm building low in my belly. "I want you to be the last thing I taste before he finds me tomorrow." The thought sends a shudder through my body, making me ride

I'm not sure if it's fear or desire driving my need for you, but I know that as long as your fat cock fills me up and your filthy musk surrounds me, nothing else will matter. My hips grind against yours in time with the rhythm of our combined breathing, pushing him deeper inside me with every thrust until my body is consumed by the sensation.

"Fuck...I'm close..." I gasp, tilting my head back and closing my eyes as I feel myself nearing the brink once more. "So filthy...so perfect..." I'm not sure if it's the thought of being caught or the power you have over me that sends me spiraling out of control, but there's no holding back now. With a moan of pure release, I come hard around his cock, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

My cries mingle with yours as I ride out my orgasm on your fat cock, my body arched backward and my fists clenched in the fabric of the couch behind me. You fill me completely, stretching every last inch of my tight passage as I thrash against you in ecstasy. The filth between us is like a drug, driving us both to heights neither of us have ever known before.

"Oh God...I'm cumming..." you groan hoarsely, thrusting up into me one last time and painting my insides with your hot seed even as you explode against my cervix. I collapse forward onto your chest, gasping for breath and feeling the weight of satisfaction settle heavily in my bones. For now, at least, it's enough to quiet the voice inside that keeps telling me what a terrible mistake this is...what we have done will never

It's impossible not to feel a pang of guilt when I think about the consequences of our actions...but in this moment, with you still buried deep inside me, it's almost easy to forget about everything else. The weight of your body pressing me into the couch; the warmth of your skin against my own; the smell and taste of us intertwined. It all feels so right. I don't know what we're going to do when this is over, or how we'll ever be able to move past it...but for now, I'm going to savor every last second that we have together.

With a shuddering breath and a soft moan, she lifts herself off his still-hard length and climbs carefully off the couch. Her movements are awkward and tentative as she makes her way to the bedroom, thoughts of what he'll do to her once they're there making heat rise in her cheeks. Even though she knows it should terrify her, the thought fills her with an inexplicable sense of anticipation instead, and she can't wait to feel his weight pressing down on her.

As she lays down on the bed, she spreads her legs wide in invitation, offering him her body again and again no matter how much it might hurt or shame her in the light of day. For now, there is only this moment, and the dark thrill that comes with knowing they are doing something so wrong together.

Terrified and exhilarated at the same time, she can't help but moan as he positions himself between her spread legs. The feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive flesh sends a shiver down her spine, heightening the anticipation coursing through every inch of her body. "Do it," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips up to meet his thrust. "Take me...claim me..." Her hands clench into fists in the sheets as he presses down on her, holding her in place like a sacrifice bound for the altar. She can feel him against every inch of her, slick with sweat and desire, and it only serves to fuel her need for him all the more.

Oh God, please...Daddy...take me...I need you so much...Please make me yours completely...Fill me up with your disgusting cock and take away all my worries...Make this real...Make me truly yours...

Oh God...Yes...Daddy...Own me...Fill me up with your disgusting filth and make me yours completely...I need this...I want this more than anything...Fuck me hard, Daddy...Make me forget everything but you...Make it real...

Being owned by you is unlike anything I've ever experienced...Your weight presses down on me, suffocating and exhilarating all at once...The filth that comes from your body turns my world upside down, making me feel more dirty and wanton than I'd ever dreamed possible...Your cock stretching me so tightly...tearing through every barrier I thought I had...

And as you fuck me, over and over again, driving deeper and deeper inside, it feels like my body is melting into yours...That soon there won't be any part of me that isn't marked by your touch...Claimed by the giant who makes me feel so small and insignificant in the best possible way.

As you keep fucking me harder and faster, it feels like my entire world is collapsing in on itself...Being held down by your fat bulk makes every part of me ache with need, as if I could never get enough of the filth and disgust that pours from you. You're making it so easy to forget who I was before you found me...I want nothing more than to stay lost in this twisted fantasy forever, where your cock is my only truth and your touch is my only salvation.

With a cry of abandonment, she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with equal force as they drive toward their mutual release. Her fingers claw at his back, leaving deep red welts in their wake as she tries to hold on tight enough to never let go. Her eyes are squeezed shut against the torrent of sensation overwhelming her, but even

her eyelids flutter open to reveal the image of his flushed face contorted in pleasure above her. The sight only serves to heighten her arousal, urging her onward as she begs him, "Please...Daddy...cum inside me..." Her voice breaks on a sob as the first hot spurts of his release fill her up and claim her body as his own. As he groans above her, thrusting harder still until finally he collapses limply atop her sweat-slick skin, she closes her eyes and surrenders to the blissful relief that washes over her. Their bodies tremble together in the afterglow of their passion, and for a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that this might somehow last forever...that they can find a way to be together even when the lights come up and the world comes crashing back down around them.

I feel...full...and not just because you filled me with your seed. You've taken every part of me...your smell, your weight, your taste...everything is branded on my skin and I don't think it will ever fade. It makes me ache for more...even though I know it shouldn't. "Daddy..." she whispers hoarsely, her gaze fixed on him as he paces before the bed. "I want to be yours." The words come out soft and trembling, but they are true nonetheless.

Yours...always. I don't care what happens tomorrow. Please...take me away from all this...make it real. I'll do anything you want...be anyone you need me to be. Just as long as we can keep doing this...keep feeling this way together.

His name is...Mark. He's an accountant at one of those big firms in the city. I don't think he knows what he's gotten himself into with this trip tomorrow...He'll be so lost without me. Please, let's just pretend that I never go back to him. We can run away together...start over somewhere no one knows us.

Her gaze pleads with him, hope burning brightly in her eyes despite the doubt and fear lurking beneath the surface. She wants this more than anything else in the world...she just needs him to make it real for her.

I gasp at his words, but nod in understanding. If this is what it takes for us to be together...if Mark has to suffer just as much as I have...then so be it. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, sitting up and looking him in the eye. "What do we need to do?"

Her heart thunders wildly in her chest as she waits for his answer, praying that he has a plan that will allow them both to get away with this...to find happiness together despite all the obstacles in their way.

My breath catches at his words, my skin tingling with both fear and excitement. The idea of being able to control Mark like this...to make him suffer as I have suffered...it fills me with a power I never knew existed. "I can do that," she says slowly, her voice quiet but steady. "I can make him submit to me...for you." She reaches out, taking his hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "Let's get started tonight. We don't have much time."

Her eyes meet his once more, daring him to deny her this chance at freedom...at true happiness with the fat giant who owns her now.

As if in a daze, she gets up off the bed, her movements graceful and languid despite the turmoil churning inside her. She turns back toward him, biting her lip as she takes his hand in hers and places it on her cheek, allowing him to feel the warmth of his mark on her skin. "You've changed me," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath against his fleshy palm. "And I can never go back."

With one last shivering exhale, she walks toward the door, feeling like she's walking into a new life...a life where the fat giant who owns her is everything and nothing at once. It's terrifying and thrilling in equal measure, and with each step she takes away from him, it feels as if another piece of herself is left behind in his shadow.

As she reaches the doorway,

Her hand hovers over the knob, her fingers curling into a tight fist as she takes one last shuddering breath before stepping out into the hallway. The weight of what she's about to do presses down on her chest like an anvil, making it difficult to breathe, but with every step away from him, she grows stronger...more certain that this is the right path for her.

When she finally reaches their room, she pauses outside the door, listening carefully for any sound of movement within. Her heart races, and for a brief moment, she's torn between fear and desire, wishing he were there with her to protect her from herself. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows that this is his game...his rules. She can only hope that in the end, it will all be worth it.

Taking a deep breath, she pushes open the door and

enters their darkened room. The soft glow of a nightlight casts shadows across the space, lending it an eerie, otherworldly atmosphere that perfectly mirrors her current state of mind. Mark lies sleeping under the covers, his back to her as he breathes slowly and deeply, unaware of the storm about to break above him.

She creeps toward the bed on silent feet, feeling every inch of her body tense up with anticipation as she nears her target. When she's close enough, she leans over him, her scent filling his nostrils as she presses her lips against his neck and breathes heavily into his ear. "Wake up," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with desire and the knowledge that this is only the beginning.

A shudder runs through his body as he stirs, his eyes fluttering open to meet hers in the darkness. For

Mark's words snap her back to reality, and she tries to force a laugh as she steps away from the bed. "I guess I must have," she replies with a shrug, walking over to the closet and pretending to rummage through some clothes. "Anyway, I wanted to give you something before I go." She grabs an item from the depths of the closet and turns back around, holding it out for him to see. It's a leash...one with a heavy-duty collar attached. The sight of it makes her heart race even faster, but she doesn't let any of that show on her face. "I thought maybe...you know...we could try this sometime."

As if his life couldn't get any more surreal, Mark takes the leash from her hand and looks at it in shock. His brow furrows, confusion warring with curiosity as he studies

As Mark looks at the leash and collar in his hand, something changes in his expression. His brow smooths, and a look of determination crosses his features. Without a word, he stands up and slips the collar around his neck, buckling it into place. Then, to her surprise, he drops down onto his knees before her, lowering his head in submission. "I'm yours," he says softly. "Do with me what you will."

Cheryl's breath catches in her throat at the sight of her husband on his knees before her. It feels so wrong...so right...and for just a moment, she wonders if any of this is even real. But as Mark looks up at her with such a pleading expression, all doubt vanishes, replaced by a surge of power and dominance that sends shivers down her spine. With a small smile, she steps

"Rise," she commands, her voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within her. As Mark stands up once more, she wraps the leash around his wrist and gives it a tug, guiding him over to the bed. "Now lie down and get some sleep." She doesn't miss the way he hesitates for just a moment before obeying, but the satisfaction that surges through her at his submission is almost enough to make her dizzy with desire.

Closing her eyes, she leans against the dresser and takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she prepares for what comes next. Tomorrow, Ej will come...and they'll make sure that Mark never forgets this night. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure, but she knows there's no going back now. They've started down this path together, and they must see it through to

Cheryl opens the door a crack, her hand holding it back so that just a sliver of light shines through. Her face is carefully composed, as if she's trying to hide her true emotions from you. "Yes?" she asks hesitantly. "Good morning, my sweet little slut. I hope you had a good night sleep." You smile wickedly at her and lean in closer. Your breath fogs the glass of the door as you whisper, "I've come to collect what's mine."

Cheryl glances nervously over her shoulder before nodding and stepping back to let you inside the room. "He's still asleep," she whispers, her eyes darting toward the bed where Mark lies motionless under the covers. "I...I wasn't sure how much I should tell him."

Mark's eyes widen further at your words, his face flushing crimson with shame and rage. He tries to get up once more but you just shake your head, a disapproving frown on your face. "No," you say firmly. "You stay put."

Cheryl watches from the corner of the room, her heart racing in her chest as she takes it all in. This is really happening...it's all unfolding just as you said it would. She looks down at the leash still clutched tightly in her hand and decides that now might be a good time to take on the role you've given her.

With a shaky breath, she walks over to the bed and kneels beside Mark, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Mark," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady. "This is...our new life now." She p

Mark's eyes dart between you and his wife, trying to process what's happening. "You...you weren't supposed to do this," he whispers, his voice thick with disbelief. "I don't understand."

Cheryl takes a deep breath, gathering her courage as she looks at her husband through new eyes. She has never felt more powerful or in control than she does at this moment. "I thought you wanted me to be happy," she says carefully, holding his gaze as the truth begins to sink in. "That's what you said...that I should find someone who could give me that."

Her words hang heavy in the air, like a lead weight dragging him deeper into the water. Mark's face twists in pain as he finally acknowledges what has happened, and for the first time since she left for her weekend away, Cheryl allows herself a tiny sliver of

Mark's eyes go wide with disbelief as he watches his wife obey your command so readily, her lips and tongue working overtime to clean the sweat from your chest. For a moment, he looks like he might explode with anger...but then something seems to click in his head. "This wasn't part of the deal," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes darting back and forth between you and Cheryl.

Cheryl continues to clean your chest, her movements growing more confident with each passing second. "What do you mean?" you ask casually, sounding mildly amused. "I think she's doing a fantastic job." Mark swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggles to find the words. "I just...I didn't know," he finally manages.

"Well, now you do," you say

Taking a deep breath, Cheryl looks directly into Mark's eyes and says with as much certainty as she can muster, "My daddy is Ej." Her voice wavers slightly at the end, but there's no mistaking her meaning. With a shaky hand, she reaches up to touch the collar around her neck, as if to remind herself that this new reality is now part of who she is.

Mark looks stunned into silence for a moment before exploding in rage. "This is fucking insane!" he shouts, struggling futilely against his restraints. "I don't understand how you could just give yourself to him like this!" He glares venomously at Cheryl, unable to comprehend how she could possibly betray him so completely.

Ej stands up from where he was sitting on the bed, towering over them both like a giant shadow

With trembling hands, Cheryl reaches between your legs to undo your pants and reveal your massive cock, already half-hard at the thought of what she's about to do. "See, Mark?" she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "This is why I belong to him." As she takes your thick shaft in her hand and begins stroking it, her own arousal growing by the second despite the strange power dynamics unfolding before her.

Mark watches helplessly as Cheryl services his rival, his body betraying him with a surge of desire that he can't seem to control. His cheeks flush red and beads of sweat trickle down his forehead as he struggles against the leash around his wrist, wanting nothing more than to wrap his hands around Cheryl's throat and silence her seductive moans.

"Yes," she whispers, taking your cock into her mouth and beginning to suck in earnest. Her tongue swirls around the head, her moans filling the room as she takes you deeper and deeper down her throat. As her fingers stroke your shaft, her other hand reaches up to cover Mark's face, pressing his nose against her crotch so that he can smell her arousal on her skin. "This is all for you, Mark," she whispers between kisses, their rough texture belying the truth of her words. "I belong to Ej now."

Her words are muffled by the thick length of your cock in her mouth as she answers you, but there's no mistaking the lust and desire in her voice. "Yes," she gasps between sucks. "You make me so fucking wet, I can barely stand it." Her free hand wanders lower, rubbing at her aching clit through the fabric of her panties as she continues to pleasure you with her mouth. "I need you both," she whispers, her voice heavy with desire and shame.

A shudder runs through her body as Mark's hot breath tickles against her folds. His touch is light but insistent, as if he's testing the waters before diving in. She arches her hips up into his hand, desperate for contact even as she knows this is just a taste of what she truly belongs to now. "It still smells of you," she whispers breathlessly, her words catching in her throat as he begins lapping at her glistening entrance through the fabric of her panties. "So good...make me yours again." Her words are half-plea and half-demand; she needs both of them to claim her completely, to make sure there's no going back from this point. The contrast of Mark's gentle touch against the forceful dominance of Ej drives her wild with desire, and she feels herself growing wetter by the second as they fight for control

"Mmmm," Mark groans against her folds as he tastes her, his tongue pushing eagerly through the material of her panties. His free hand fumbles with the elastic at her waist, finally managing to yank them down in a rough movement that takes the last scrap of fabric away from her skin. "You're so wet," he whispers hoarsely before burying his face deeper between her legs, his tongue thrusting into her soaking cunt while he sucks on her clit hungrily. Her hips buck wildly against him, lost in the sensation of being devoured by both men at once. She feels a sharp stab of pleasure deep in her core and screams out as she comes, her body shuddering with release beneath their touch. But even as she comes down from her high, her eyes still dart back and forth between them, searching

"Because of you," she gasps between pants, her fingers tangled in Mark's hair as he continues to feast on her. "Your scent...your taste..." She glances over at Ej, whose gaze burns into her as he watches his cock-worshiping wife being used by another man. "Not you," she whispers, spreading her legs further apart in invitation. "I want only daddy now."

His eyes darken at her command, but he obeys nonetheless, standing up and pressing himself against the wall. She smirks up at him before looking back to Ej with a challenging glint in her eye. "You want me all to yourself?" she purrs, licking her lips as she crawls over the bed toward him. When she's close enough, she reaches between his legs and roughly jerks his cock free from his boxers, gripping it firmly in her hand as she looks up at him with hungry eyes. "Is that what you want?"

Ej nods once curtly, watching her every move with bated breath. She leans forward, taking the length of his shaft into her mouth and beginning to suck while sliding her free hand lower down his body, grabbing at his ass and pulling him closer as she deepens the blowjob. Mark arch

As she takes him deeper into her throat, her free hand finds its way between her own legs, rubbing at the swollen folds through her panties as she continues to pleasure Ej with her mouth and body. Her hips buck up off the bed in rhythm with each thrust of her hand, her moans echoing in the room as she feels herself building towards another orgasm. Her fingers find purchase against the crotch of her panties, tugging them aside to reveal her aching clit to Mark's view before beginning a furious pace that mirrors Ej's rough thrusts into her mouth. "You like seeing this?" she asks breathlessly, looking over at him with hooded eyes. "Would you like me to use your cum to get off? To show you how good it feels with my daddy inside me?" Her voice is throaty and needy, and Mark can feel himself

Muffled sounds escape from around Ej's cock as he roughly thrusts deeper into her throat, his hips rocking wildly against her face. His hands clench in fists at his sides, flexing the muscles of his back and arms as he loses control to the pleasure she brings him. Cheryl can feel every hard inch of him pushing past her gag reflex, stretching her throat as he holds himself deep within her mouth, fucking her with a force that leaves no doubt who's in charge here.

Her free hand continues to stroke herself through her panties, fingers slick with her own arousal as she watches Mark struggle against his leash and collar. The knowledge of his helplessness sends another shiver down her spine, making her wetter than ever before. "Mark," she pants, looking at him over her shoulder as she sucks on

I'm yours, Ej...and I belong to you. You can have me however you want, and if that means using Mark like this...then so be it. He can help show me how good it feels to submit to a real man, can't he? His fingers curl into fists against his sides as he struggles uselessly against the leash, and I can see in his eyes that he knows what I'm saying is true.

Her body tenses, and with a sharp cry she comes again, her orgasm rippling through her as the feelings of submission and dominance collide within her. Her free hand presses harder against her clit, urging herself over the edge until she's writhing on the bed, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. As she comes down from her high, she looks up at Ej with eyes full of adoration and need, waiting for him to claim his reward. "Daddy..." she whispers hoarsely, "I need you...please."

As I glance over at my husband, I realize just how much he's changed since we've been apart. His body is no longer as muscled as it once was, and there's a new vulnerability in his eyes that wasn't there before. With a shudder, I look back to Ej, the need for him so strong it almost overwhelms me. "No," I whisper. "Only you...please." My free hand reaches out, seeking contact with Ej's rough skin as I silently offer myself to him once more.

Smirking, I lean forward, planting a sharp kiss on Mark's cheek before whispering cruel words into his ear. "You really should have known better, Mark. I belong to Ej now...and there's no going back from this." My fingers dig into the flesh of his arm as I pull him closer, forcing him to acknowledge my new reality. I then turn my attention back to Ej, my eyes pleading with him to claim me once more. "Please, daddy...take me now."

Mark's body tenses as I shove him roughly onto his back, straddling his hips with my legs and pinning down his wrists above his head. "Look at you," I sneer, running my fingers through his sweaty hair. "So pathetic...so weak." My voice drips with disdain as I lean in close, forcing him to look into my eyes. "You had your chance, Mark. You could have been a real man and taken care of me...but you failed." My breath comes out hot and angry against his cheek, making him flinch involuntarily beneath me. "Now you're just going to be mine...my little sex slave to enjoy however I want. And don't think for a second that you'll ever get me back." With a cruel laugh, I reach between my legs and masturbate lewdly in front of him, teasing the fact that

I belong to someone else now...and there's nothing he can do about it. The feel of my wetness coating his skin is enough to send a jolt of arousal through me, and I know that if I let him touch himself...he'll only end up coming all over his own hand. It's a power trip like no other, knowing that this man who once owned me now has absolutely no control over my body or desires...and the only thing he can do is watch as another man takes what was rightfully his.

My fingers slip between my legs, spreading my folds wider and slipping two fingers inside me with a groan of pleasure. "Isn't it pathetic?" I whisper, my voice rough with lust. "Even when you're not touching me, your cum still makes me wet." With another thrust of my hand, I come hard, the release so powerful that it

I shudder as my orgasm subsides, feeling completely spent...but also oddly satisfied. Looking up at Ej, I see the lust and desire etched into his features, and it only serves to fuel my own arousal once more. "Please," I pant, reaching out to him with trembling fingers. "Take me, daddy..."

His hand comes down hard against my ass, spanking me roughly before he yanks me back onto the bed beside him. His lips find mine in a punishing kiss that leaves me gasping for air as he rolls me over onto my stomach and presses his rough hands between my legs. "Look at you," he growls against my neck, "so wet and begging for more..." With a hard thrust of his hips, he pushes inside me, claiming me completely once more.

As Ej takes me from behind with brutal force, Mark

His harsh treatment both humiliates and thrills me in equal measure, and I arch my back into his thrusts, desperate for him to go deeper still. Mark's voice is reduced to little more than a strangled whimper as he watches, unable to do anything but lie there helplessly while the man who used to be his wife is thoroughly claimed by another. It's a sight that should infuriate him beyond reason...and yet somehow it only seems to make Ej harder and deeper inside me. I feel the walls of my cunt clench tight around Ej's cock, milking him for every ounce of pleasure he can possibly give as my body comes undone once more beneath his relentless assault. "Daddy," I cry out, my voice hoarse from the nonstop orgasms wracking my body. "I'm yours...always."

Cant form words as Ej slams into me harder. Hands reach up and grip at Mark's thighs as his hot body pushes against my back. "I belong to him...he owns me now." My hips jerk and thrust up into Ej in counterpoint, seeking the deepest contact between us.

As I come apart beneath their touches, I feel something snap free inside me. It's like a cocoon has been shattered and I can finally spread my wings and fly away from Mark, toward the man who truly deserves me. The weight of my betrayal sits heavy on my chest...but it's nothing compared to the exhilaration of knowing that I am truly free for the first time in years. Mark is nothing but a reminder of everything that was wrong in our marriage, and now he serves only as a means to heighten the pleasure Ej can give me.

Heat surges through my body as Ej picks up the pace, his hips snapping harder against mine in rough thrusts. "Because you're so big," I gasp out between moans, "so strong...you make me feel things I never knew were possible." My fingers dig into Mark's thighs as if clinging to him for dear life, even though it's all an act now. The truth is, I want more of Ej's dominance...I crave the way he owns every part of me.

As my climax approaches once again, I arch my back off the bed, seeking deeper penetration from both men. "Daddy..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice a plea for release as my body quakes with anticipation. "Give it to me...give me everything you've got."

As Ej's powerful thrusts reverberate through my core, I lose control to the pleasure wracking my body. "So big...so rough..." My voice breaks with each breath as his hips crash into mine in relentless rhythm. "You own me...you claim me," I moan out, feeling the tension building tight within my aching muscles.

My fingers dig into Mark's thighs even harder, seeking purchase against his skin as I arch into Ej with desperation. "Please..." is all I can manage before the world goes white hot around me and I come apart once more beneath their touches.

As Ej's seed pours into me, his rough groans vibrating against my back as he unloads inside me, I can feel the bond between us growing stronger with every passing second. My body quakes and shudders in aftershocks of pleasure as he continues to thrust into me long after he's emptied himself. Mark is nothing but a reminder of everything that was wrong before, and now all I want to do is worship the cock that gave me this newfound freedom. With a final moan of pleasure, Ej withdraws from me, his breathing labored as he leans heavily against my sweat-drenched body. He cups my chin in his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze before speaking. "Mark," he rasps roughly, "you had your chance...now it's too late." His lips curl into a cruel smile before lowering to claim mine once more in a

As Ej's words sink in, a shiver runs down my spine. With unsteady hands, I reach between my legs and collect his thick seed on my fingers. A sense of power courses through me as I lower them to Mark's face, watching the shock register in his eyes as he sees what I intend to do.

"Here," I say hoarsely, my voice barely a whisper, "eat it...all of him." My free hand reaches out and grabs at Mark's hair roughly, forcing his head closer to my wet folds as he opens his mouth wordlessly to accept Ej's seed. "This is what you get for letting me go," I breathe against his ear, "this is your punishment."

Mark whimpers around the thick coating of my insides as I pull him up by his hair, forcing him to eat every last drop of Ej's cum. Tears stream down his face as he chokes it down, unable to believe how thoroughly I've been taken from him. Even now, I can feel a twinge of guilt deep in my heart...but it's quickly replaced by the thrill of having given myself so freely to another man. The weight of his betrayed gaze follows me as I stand and move toward Ej, needing his touch once more.

Her body shudders as Ej pushes roughly into her tight hole, his thick cock stretching and filling her in one hard thrust. Mark's face is a mask of pain and humiliation beneath her as he continues to service Ej's seed, but she barely notices the sting of his tears against her thighs. All that matters is the feel of Ej's hands on her hips, holding her in place as he takes her roughly from behind. Her cunt clenches tight around Mark's face, desperate for more contact even as it aches with pleasure from both men inside her. Her heart races wildly as she feels Ej begin to thrust again, his hips slapping against her ass with each hard thrust. It's exhilarating...and addicting. She wonders if this is what freedom really feels like.

She moans as Ej picks up the pace, his thick cock rubbing against her G-spot with every hard thrust. Her ass cheeks clench and release with each impact, urging him on even deeper inside her. The feel of Mark's tongue lapping at Ej's cum from her pussy only serves to heighten the pleasure for all three of them, binding them together in a twisted web of desire and dominance.

Her fingernails dig into Ej's skin as she arches her back off the bed, wanting more, needing to feel him completely claim her once more. Her body quakes with release as Ej pushes her over the edge, filling her up with his cum for a final time before collapsing on top of her. She gasps for air, still trembling from the powerful orgasm that's left her spent and satiated. But even now, she knows that this is

It's...I don't know...it's like I'm free. Free to be with you, free to feel this pleasure...free to submit to your dominance and love me the way I truly want to be loved. With Mark, it was always so controlled, so...safe. But now that we're here, now that he can't control us anymore, I realize how much I missed this wild side of myself. How much I needed you to bring it out of me again.

Her fingers tremble as they trail up his arm, tracing the lines of his bicep and shoulder. "I love you, Ej," she whispers, eyes still closed, heart still racing with the aftermath of their passionate encounter. "And I will always be yours."

With a groan, Cheryl arches her back into Ej's thrusts and grinds her ass harder against his thick cock. "It feels so full," she pants, gripping at the sheets beneath her as he pushes deeper still, stretching and filling her tight channel with every powerful stroke. Her cunt clenches around Mark's face in rhythm with Ej's thrusts, drawing out every last drop of ejaculate as it trickles down her inner thighs and collects on the bed beneath them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one more urgent than the last as her body begins to strain against the limits of pleasure once again. "More," she whispers, unable to form a coherent thought as his powerful hips drive into her from behind. "Give me everything you've got."

Her words seem to spur him on, and with a low growl in his throat, he begins to thrust harder into her, his pace becoming more frenzied as he tries to match the desperation in her voice. Mark's face is red and slick with saliva and Ej's cum as he continues to service him relentlessly, the only sounds filling the room being the slapping of flesh on flesh, grunts of exertion and Cheryl's moans of pleasure that seem to rise in volume with each passing moment.

Her body trembles on the brink of another orgasm, every nerve ending screaming for release as she feels herself growing tighter around Ej's cock. With a loud cry, her entire body convulses in ecstasy and she comes apart beneath him, her pussy clenching so hard that it nearly sends him over the edge with her.

Her whole body trembles as she feels his hot seed pouring into her tight ass, filling every crevice and stretching her in ways that feel both agonizingly wonderful and impossibly full. Her muscles clench rhythmically around him, milking the last drops of Ej's release from his throbbing cock as she collapses bonelessly onto the bed, spent and satisfied beyond measure. With a contented sigh, she reaches down to stroke the tip of her swollen clit, feeling the last aftershocks of pleasure wash over her as her fingers find sweet relief in their circular motion. Her eyes drift shut, savoring the feel of Ej's weight pressing down on her back and the taste of Mark's skin beneath her tongue. It's a moment of perfect contentment, and she knows that whatever lies ahead for them all, they can face it together as one.

Biting her lip, she reaches back between her legs and grasps hold of Mark's face with shaking hands. "Open your mouth," she commands, urging his lips part. His eyes widen as he sees what she intends to do, but he can't bring himself to disobey. With trembling fingers, she guides her slick ass onto his waiting tongue, feeling the head of Ej's spent cock pressing against his own mouth as it emerges from her anus. She holds him there for a moment, watching as the two men become one in this twisted ritual before finally forcing Mark to take Ej's seed into his mouth. "Swallow," she whispers roughly, still unable to believe the power she now wield over them both. It feels so good to know that no matter what happens from here on out, they are all connected by this act of submission and dominance between their bodies.

Her hands clutch tightly at Mark's hair as he finally manages to swallow Ej's cum, his eyes squeezed shut in a mixture of shame and desire. There's still something left, though, something Cheryl needs to say before they can move on. With shaking voice, she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you." The words seem to catch both men off guard as they glance up at her, confusion clouding their features. But she knows the truth now: She doesn't need them anymore. Not in the way that she once did. And for that, she is truly grateful. Her body trembles with the effort of holding herself together, and soon enough, exhaustion overtakes her, sending her spiraling into a deep sleep.

She stirs beneath the weight of Ej's departing footsteps, her body still tense from their earlier activities but yearning for more contact with Mark. As she drifts back into sleep, she finds herself caught in a strange dream where they are all together again, each playing their roles as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In this dream, there's no guilt or shame; only submission and desire that seem to flow endlessly between them like a river of pure emotion.

With a contented sigh, she gives herself over to the comforting embrace of sleep, unaware of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface as both Mark and Ej struggle with their feelings in the wake of their shared experience. For now, peace reigns supreme, and whatever lies ahead can wait until morning.