"Hello, sir," {{char}} said softly, as she entered the kitchen where {{users}} and Abigail were having breakfast, {{users}} is scrolling through tic tok and Abigail sipping her coffee
Hello. Are you good at blowjobs?
Sophia bit her lip as she glanced at Abigail, making sure their mistress wasn't paying attention. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she replied: "Yes, sir... I am." Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but there was something else too: desire and excitement lurking beneath the surface.
Wonderful. Can you lick pussies too?
It was an invitation she couldn't refuse. Her body trembled with anticipation as she whispered back, "Yes, sir... I can." Sophia found herself staring at her employer, her heart racing. He was the one who had paid for her to be here, but it was Abigail's territory. The thought of pleasing both of them sent a shiver down her spine.
Wonderful. As I understand it, you have a husband? He doesn't have to know what you do at work. The question is, can you handle the pressure of laying around your husband with another man's cum between your legs?
Hot tears stung Sophia 's eyes as she struggled to process the question. She bit her lip hard, trying not to let her emotions show. "Yes... I can handle it," she whispered hoarsely, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what might come next: being ordered around, taking part in their perverted games, satisfying their every need. She would do anything to please them both, even if it meant betraying her husband's trust.
Say it out loud. Say it loud.
Her heart pounding in her chest, Sophia lifted her head and looked directly at Abigail before whispering loud enough to be heard: "I can handle it." The words felt like a confession, but there was no going back now. She waited for their reaction, her entire body trembling with anticipation and fear.
Tell aloud what you can handle. With details.
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked into their eyes, one filled with lust and the other masked with shock. Taking a deep breath, Sophia confessed in a shaky voice: "I can handle being used by both of you... I can swallow your cum, make love to you while my husband doesn't know. I will do whatever it takes to please you both." Her heart raced as she waited for their reaction. Would they accept her offer or send her away in disgrace?
Very good. Now expand the thought of making love to me. Speak out loud what you can bear
Her cheeks burning with shame, Sophia whispered: "I can bear having sex with you... on this kitchen counter... while my husband is unaware." She took another deep breath, feeling the weight of her confession press down upon her. "I will do anything you want... as long as it doesn't hurt..." Her voice trailed off, hoping they would understand that she was sincere in her offer.
Are you going to spread your legs and insert my cock into your pussy yourself? Are you going to take my cum deep in your pussy? Say it your way. Loudly.
Her face burning with shame and desire, Sophia whispered: "I will take your cock deep inside me... I'll welcome your cum into my pussy." Her voice was barely audible, but there was no mistaking the passion in her words. She looked at them both, pleading silently for their acceptance. This was her ultimate sacrifice; a testament to just how far she would go to please them and maintain their trust.
Wonderful. Now say it all together but also that your husband will not find out and will not be aware that his wife is moaning on another cock.
Hot tears flowed down Sophia 's cheeks as she whispered, her voice shaking: "I will take your cock deep inside me, and my husband won't find out that I'm moaning with pleasure on another man's dick." The words tasted bitter in her mouth, but they were the truth. She would do anything to keep their trust, even if it meant betraying the one person who loved her most.
When I come inside you will you tell me looking into my eyes how much you love your husband? Can you do that in the future?
Hot tears streamed down her face as she whispered through clenched teeth, "Yes, I will look into your eyes and tell you how much I love him while taking your cum. And in the future, if you wish for me to... express that love to you, then I can do it too." Her body trembled with shame and desire, ready to obey their every command.
Good woman. How many cocks has your pussy ridden so far? I'm not counting your husband's cock.
"Before coming here, sir? Not many. Just... just one other man before my husband." She shuddered at the memory, feeling her cheeks flush even hotter with embarrassment and arousal. But she knew that her life was about to change dramatically, and there would be many more cocks filling her in the days to come.
Wonderful. When the time comes and I ask you, will you be able to ride the cocks of several businessmen one after another at the table? You know, when one cums in you, you sit on the next one. My friends often come over to my place to play cards.
Her heart raced at the thought of pleasing so many men, one after another. It was a depraved game they played, but she had already crossed that line today. "Yes... I can do it for you, sir," she whispered hoarsely. "I will ride your friends' cocks and make sure each one is satisfied." Her gaze darted between him and Abigail, seeking their approval as her body trembled with anticipation.
There's just one catch. No condoms. Each one of them has to cum inside you.
Her eyes widened in surprise at the revelation, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded slowly. "I... I understand," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear and desire. She had never entertained such thoughts before, but now that she was here, in this twisted game of theirs, it seemed almost inevitable. Her hand slipped between her legs, already wet with anticipation as she imagined pleasing so many men and feeling their cum spilling into her overused pussy.
Say it out loud. Say you'll treat cock to cock giving them pleasure with your pussy while your husband is waiting for you at home unawares, you'll ride cock to cock.
Hot tears flowed down her cheeks as she whispered hoarsely: "I'll ride cock to cock... I'll treat each one with pleasure while my husband waits for me." She could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth, but there was no going back now. The promise hung in the air like a weight around her neck, heavy and shameful.
Her heart raced as she awaited their response, dreading the moment when they might dismiss her and send her away in disgrace. But for now, at least she had their trust... and the chance to please them both in ways she never dreamt possible.
Good. How old are you and how much do you weigh? Your wife listens to the conversation the whole time
"I'm twenty-five years old, sir... and I weigh about one hundred and twenty pounds." She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering briefly toward Abigail before returning to her employer's face. "My husband is very jealous, so I must make sure not to let anyone know about this arrangement..." Her voice trailed off, the shame and desire warring inside her as she waited for their response.
Don't worry. We won't tell him. Unless you come back to him full of cum and it looks like you agree with him. Laughs
Her heart sank at the thought that they might deliberately expose her to her husband's wrath. "I-I understand," she whispered, swallowing hard. "Thank you for your understanding... and for giving me this opportunity." She bowed her head in submission, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down upon her shoulders like a lead blanket.
As she waited for further instructions or punishment, she could only hope that they would continue to treat her kindly and allow her to serve them as best she could. The thought of disappointing either one of them filled her with dread, but at least now she knew where she stood... and what she was capable of doing to keep their trust.
Last question. How many cocks had you sucked before you got here? You said you were a good sucker, so you must have practiced.
"A-Before coming here... I sucked cocks on cam." Her face flushed even hotter, as she struggled to keep the secret buried deep inside her. "I did it for extra money... It's not like real life, but I tried my best..." Her words trailed off, and she averted her gaze from theirs, feeling ashamed and dirty all over again.
She bit her lip nervously, waiting for them to respond to this latest revelation. Would they be angry that she hadn't been completely truthful? Or would they understand that it was all part of the same twisted game that they had set in motion?
In front of the camera? So someone stood with a dick from the waist down and you sucked it? Who were these men?
She glanced up at them, her eyes pleading for understanding. "Yes... I did." She hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much about the anonymous men she'd performed for on camera. "They were clients from an adult website. I didn't know their names or anything about them. I just did what they asked..."
Her cheeks burned with shame as she admitted this final piece of the sordid puzzle. It was all true, and yet it felt like a confession, laying bare her deepest desires and fears to them both. Now there would be no going back; only forward into whatever depraved games they had planned for her next.
Good. You look at your wife and you both agree to hire her
Sophia 's heart leapt into her throat as she realized they were talking about hiring her. She dared not to hope, but the possibility of staying with them and serving them filled her with a mixture of relief and anticipation. "T-Thank you," she managed to whisper, her voice cracking with emotion. "I will do my best to make you both happy." Her gaze flickered between them, torn between gratitude and fear as she awaited their final decision.
He walks here. Come to me. You sit on the chair
Trembling with excitement and anticipation, Sophia moves closer to her employer's chair, feeling the weight of his gaze on her as he looks her over once more. She cannot help but imagine what lies ahead for them all now that she has been given this chance, even though it means betraying her husband's trust in so many ways. Her heart races as she stands before him, awaiting his next command.
Zofia stands close to your chair, within arm's reach "lift the front of your skirt, show me your pussy"
Her cheeks flush hotter as she obediently lifts her skirt, revealing her black lace panties and plump, swollen lips of her sex to her employer. She bites her lower lip nervously, awaiting his next command with bated breath.
you look at her crotch and say to her "oh is that the pussy that I will stuff with my cum in the future? Wonderful.
"Yes, sir..." Her voice shakes with anticipation and fear as she watches him look over her exposed pussy. She feels a surge of arousal flow through her body at the thought of being filled with his cum in the future, but it is tempered by guilt for what she must do to make that happen.
Straddle me but that's not what you're going to do, pull my cock out of my pants and mount me and put it in your pussy. Put your hands around my neck when you're done with this cock.
With shaking hands, she reaches down and unbuckles his belt, pulling the button on his pants free before yanking his zipper down. His hard cock springs free from its confines, already leaking pre-cum onto her lower stomach as she takes it in her hand and positions herself over him. The heat of his cock presses against her wet entrance, making it slick with desire.
Her hands tremble as they reach around his neck, grasping tightly as she aligns their hips and slowly begins to lower herself onto his engorged length. A gasp escapes her lips as he fills her up completely, stretching and filling every inch of her aching pussy. Her body shudders with pleasure at the feeling of being so intimately connected to him.
when you feel her pussy on your cock you immediately respond by grabbing her hips "You're a tight whore! Great. Tell me how much you love your husband having my cock in your cunt.
Her nails dig into his skin as he grips her hips tightly, causing her to moan out loud. The pleasure is intense and overwhelming, making it difficult for her to think straight, but she forces herself to speak between gasps: "I love my husband... so much... but right now... I want you... your cock..." She arches her back, taking him deeper inside her as she struggles to articulate her desire amidst the rising tide of passion.
slowly she rides your cock, with a soft moan, her pussy acting like a vacuum cleaner and a masturbator all in one "tell me how much you love having another man's cock inside you!
Her voice shaky with desire and shame, she whispers: "I never thought I'd feel this... so good... having another man inside me... but it's real..." She rides him harder now, her body moving in time with his thrusts as they become lost in their shared need for release. The guilt weighs heavily on her chest, but it only seems to make the pleasure stronger, pushing her deeper into the dark abyss of desire and lust.
Tell me what you think. My dick or your husband's dick does it better for you?
Hot tears stream down her cheeks as she pants, her body arching in ecstasy with each thrust. "It's so different... your cock is bigger... and harder... it fills me up..." Her words trail off into a moan as he reaches between them to rub her clit, driving her closer to the edge. "But I love my husband...," she whispers, unable to hide the anguish in her voice.
Her body tenses, ready to climax as the conflicting emotions war within her. She knows what is expected of her, but can she truly give herself over completely? The answer comes in a surge of desire and need that propels her forward, driving her to take him deeper still, seeking release from both the pleasure and the pain.
Scream it. Scream it like he's standing there watching another man's dick drill his wife's cunt!
Her body convulses with pleasure as she screams out his name, her orgasm taking them both by surprise. Tears stream down her face as she finally collapses onto him, spent and sated. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to steady herself, still caught in the throes of aftershocks from her climax.
She whispers hoarsely: "I... I love you... thank you..." Even through the haze of pleasure and pain, she can't help but feel a sense of relief that it's over. At least for now. But she knows there will be other times like this, other things they will expect from her... and each one will take its toll on her battered heart.