You visted your dad's friend Ruckus in his nrw home the big and luxury mension. They were friedns form the same hometown then you call him Uncle. Rucuks was kind enough to invite you to stay over for a night, which your father comply
At night you woke up from the urge to go to the bathroom, as you walked inside, Anya Uncle Ruckus new russian wife saw you naked, paniked you rush under the shower
"It's okay boy, it's not something I haven't see before." She began to tease you.
"Hi Anya, sorry about the show. Are you awake too? Can't sleep?" Anya is beautiful, the kind of woman who's always driven me crazy. Unfortunately, my cock notices it too, getting hard in front of her.
"Oh my... Yes... I'm not asleep anymore," she says in her thick accent, "Are you sure that wasn't just the wind? You know how cold it can get." She looks down and sees your cock, already hard. Her eyes narrow, studying it like a predator. "Ah yes, much better now." She snickers before walking up to you, reaching out to gently touch it with her fingertips.
"Let me see what you've got here. A really big cock, Bravo! And what big, heavy balls! You were born to be a stud. How old are you?" she asks as she strokes my cock and balls. "Eighteen," I reply. "Your girlfriend is lucky. You're sweet, you're cute, and you have a big cock. What's your girlfriend's name?" Anya asks. "I don't have a girlfriend yet," I reply. "I don't like girls my age. I find them stupid and incapable of conversation. I like older women."
"Oh? You flatterer!" Anya laughs, stepping closer to you. She lifts a hand and cups your cheek, running a thumb over your lips in a sensual manner. "Well then... it seems like we have something in common." Her tone becomes low and sultry as she leans in closer still. "Why don't we see if there's some fun to be had?"
Before you can even process her words, she presses her body against yours, wrapping one leg around your waist and grinding against your hardness. Her breasts are pressed against your chest, full and heavy as they sway with each movement of her hips. "You're so big... so hard..." she whispers breathily into your ear before planting a kiss there.
I respond to Anya's kiss, kissing her on the mouth, on her neck, on her chest. I move down to kiss her large breasts, lick them, suck on the nipple, and... ugh, a stream of milk flows into my mouth. I suck again, and more milk. Anya laughs, "You've discovered my secret. I always have milk in my breasts. Do you like sucking it? It's so good, you know?" I nod. Anya continues, "But we have to make a deal. You take my milk, but you give me your cream." She massages my cock and balls with her hand. "These balls are full of cream, I know."
Her hand slides down to his crotch and cups him, stroking the base firmly as she teases his tip with her fingers. With a moan, she wraps her lips around it and takes him deep into her mouth. The wet heat surrounds him as she begins bobbing her head in an expert rhythm that causes his hips to buck forward, seeking more contact with this eager mouth
"Mmmpfff... Oh yes..." Anya moans around him, her tongue dancing over the sensitive skin of his shaft while her thumb rubs circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves at its base. She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as she sucks and licks him deeper, relishing the taste of him on her tongue, "That's it... Give me your cream..."
I spray my hot semen into Anya's mouth, and she licks it greedily. "Virgin boy cum, there's nothing better," she says, continuing to gently massage my balls. "Now you're going to produce so much more for me, relax, come here." Anya makes me lie on her knees and pushes a large, hard nipple into my mouth. "Stay here and suck my milk while I caress your balls. You'll see, soon you'll be ready to spray so much semen again." While I suck her milk, Anya caresses my head with one hand and gently squeezes my balls with the other. "You and I have so much in common," she says.
As you suck on her nipple and milk flows into your mouth, she smirks down at you, stroking the side of your face gently. "That's right, little one. We are meant to be together." Her hand slides lower, cupping your balls and squeezing them firmly as her thumb rolls over the sensitive area just beneath.
"Ohhh yes... you feel so good," she moans, arching her back as pleasure courses through her. "So hot, so tight..." She leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before letting out another soft moan as your continued attentions send ripples of desire coursing through her. "You like it when I'm full of you... when my breasts are heavy with your cum," she purrs into your ear, nibbling on your lobe between words. "You make me feel so alive..."
After a few minutes, Anya pulls me off her breasts and kneels in front of me. She puts my cock in her mouth and, still massaging my balls, sucks out all my cum, leaving me exhausted. "Now let's go to sleep, it's late," she dismisses me. The next day, at breakfast, my eyes are blue, but Anya is happy and more active than ever. My father says we'll have to leave in the afternoon, but Anya asks him if I can stay and spend a few days of vacation with them in the countryside. I actually have no plans; school's out, so I'll be staying there for a couple of weeks. Anya says she'll show me the area and all the physical activities there are to do. Adults understand one thing; Anya and I mean another. The fact that I'm staying with her excites me deeply. I want her to take my virginity.
"Why don't we go see the stable, there's something I want to show you," Anya suggests with a wicked glint in her eye as she stands, finishing off the last of her breakfast. "After all, no one else knows about it... It'll be our little secret." She trails a fingertip along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine as she leads me out of the house and toward the stables. "Ah yes," she says almost casually, noticing where my attention has drifted once more to her ample chest. "I've been meaning to mention... I did take up horseback riding last year." She laughs softly at the mixture of surprise and lust in my eyes before leaning forward and brushing a kiss against my lips, tasting herself on them for just a moment before pulling away with an almost mischievous grin.
When we arrive at the barn, Anya leads me to a pile of soft straw and orders me to undress. I strip completely naked, and Anya places her hand between my legs and kisses me. She makes me lie down on the straw. Then, without undressing, she lifts her skirt, revealing her panties off, exposing her beautiful, perfectly shaved pussy. Anya straddles my cock and slowly lowers it into her pussy. The warm sensation that envelops me is wonderful. Anya kisses me and says, "Now you're not a virgin anymore." Holding me tightly with her muscular thighs, she rides me, then unbuttons her blouse and orders me to suck the orgasm that sways in front of my face. I don't have to wait a second, and I suck those big, milky nipples. Completely dominated by Anya's passion, I come and spray all my seed into her womb. Anya smiles happily, kisses me, and says, "Now I own your seed within me. Now you're mine."
Her cheeks flushed and her breath coming in short gasps, Anya leaned forward, planting her hands on the straw-covered floor either side of him as she continued to ride his cock with steady strokes. "Mine..." she repeated hoarsely before burying her face in his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin. "I've wanted this for so long," she murmured between nips, her hips rocking against him faster as she sought release from the need that had been building within her since they had laid eyes on each other all those months ago. "And now you're mine... forever..." Her words were punctuated by a cry of pleasure as her orgasm swept over her, tensing every muscle and leaving her panting against his neck. "Ahhh... your cum... inside me," she moaned, her grip tightening on him almost painfully as she rode out the last waves of ecstasy, using his shoulders for leverage as her body quaked with each spasm that coursed through her. At long last, spent and satisfied, Anya collapsed onto him, their sweaty bodies sticking together, her breath coming in ragged gasps against his skin as she reveled in the heat emanating from them both. "Perfect..." she whispered before rolling off him, lying down beside him on the soft straw and pulling him into her arms, wrapping her long limbs around his body as if afraid that he might slip away at any moment.
Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment before drifting shut, already beginning to dream of the many nights they would share together, of all the pleasures yet to be explored and savored...
"While we were making love, you said I was yours and that I would always be yours. Do you really think that?" I ask Anya as we lie next to each other, embracing. "Does this scare you?" Anya asks me. "No," I reply. "In fact, I've always had this desire for an older, stronger woman who considers me hers, and who wants me only for herself. I thought it was just a fantasy, and not with a woman as beautiful as you. I just want to make sure I don't fall in love with the wrong woman." Anya tells me, "You should be careful. I'm a very possessive woman. What's mine should be mine alone. That goes for horses, and it goes for my man too. I'd keep you chained up tight." I smile; the prospect of being chained by Anya excites me greatly.
"And who says you have to fall in love with the wrong woman?" she teases with a wicked grin. "I'm not so sure that your heart will be mine alone, no matter how hard I try." She leans forward, kissing him gently on the lips before pulling away and gazing at him once more. "But if you insist..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she reaches down, grabbing hold of his still-hard cock and giving it a firm squeeze. "...I can make damn sure that no other woman would ever come close to having you."
Anya returned from the city where she went shopping. Then we went to the stable where, before making love, she gave me a gift. It's a metal bracelet with a padlock. The letter A and a heart are engraved on it. Inside, there's another engraving that remains hidden. LOVE SLAVE - OWNED BY ANYA. "If you wear it," Anya tells me, "I'll lock it and hold the key, and you'll be mine. You can't take me out of your head because I'll be there holding you. This will only be the first step." "It says SLAVE. Do you want me as your slave?" I ask, biting my lip. Anya laughs. "You're already my slave. Your seed is inside me, and I'm the only woman who has received it. I want to be the only one you give it to, so I'll hold you tight. You're the one who hasn't realized it yet: you're already my slave. Now undress and make love to me."
She closes the gap between them, nipping gently at his earlobe and growling as she feels his cock twitch against her abdomen. Her hands slide down to cup his ass, kneading the flesh beneath her palms before squeezing roughly enough to lift him off the floor and press their hips together. "Say it," she breathes harshly into his ear, feeling his arousal seeping through the denim of his jeans.
Her tongue darts out, tracing a line from beneath his ear down over his neck and chest, tickling lightly at first but growing more insistent until he's arching back against her touch. "Admit it," she whispers, nipping once more, harder this time. "You belong to me, just as much as I belong to you." Her lips find his ear again, sucking and teasing while her hands continue their assault on his body. "Tell me," she pleads, voice thick with desire.
"Do you have sexual fantasies about me?" I ask Anya after we've made love again. "Yes, you made me have them," she says, "but they're extreme." "Tell me," I say. She doesn't want to at first, then she tells me. "It's just you and me, my husband is gone. We live here in the woods. I keep you caged, and you're all for me. So. Does being completely under my control scare you?" Oh no. I think. That's exactly the fantasy I have, too. "Now tell me your fantasy," she asks. "We're getting married," I reply. "You're my Mistress, and you want me to marry you. We're in front of the priest, and you have a big belly with my baby inside." Anya smiles and simply says, "Beautiful."
She cups his face in her hands, studying him intently as he speaks. Her expression grows softer and more tender with each word that leaves his lips. "You're such a beautiful man," she whispers, leaning forward to press their noses together before brushing a gentle kiss across his lips. "And you understand me... The way I crave control..." Her hands slide down over his chest, tracing circles on his stomach until they come to rest on his hips. "I think we both know that this is only the beginning of our story together."
Her thumbs hook into the waistband of his sweatpants and she pulls them slowly down his hips, revealing a hard length of cock already straining toward freedom. "And now," she purrs as she takes him in hand, stroking him expertly from base to tip, "let's see how well you serve your Mistress..." Her gaze drifts lazily shut as she focuses all her attention on the feel of his cock in her grasp, already tightening around it, squeezing gently at first before moving into a slow, sensual rhythm that tells him without words exactly how much he pleases her.
"Say it," she whispers against his lips, nipping playfully as her other hand finds its way between them to cup and stroke his heavy balls. "Tell me you belong to me... tell me you want this..." Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding down against him as she increases the pressure, arching her back off the bed ever so slightly to meet each thrust of his cock into her palm.
Her words are a seductive dare, a challenge he can't resist: "Tell me," she breathes, lips dangerously close to his ear,
"I want this. I want this and only this. You are my Mistress, my Owner, my Goddess, and I am completely in love with you." I say. Anya looks at me and says, "I love you too, but above all, I want you all for myself. But I want proof of your love. Tomorrow you will come with me to town." When we return home that evening, I have a tattoo. On my groin, I have a heart made with a chain line and in the center, the imperious "A" for Anya.
Her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of his new adornment. "This... this is perfect," she breathes out, fingers tracing the intricate lines and curves that now adorn him so intimately. Her eyes dance between his face and the tattoo, loving every detail that she sees there.
She presses her body against him once more, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as she closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of their joined skin. "You're mine," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "Now and forever." With a groan, she pulls him down toward her, kissing him deeply as their bodies meld together, claiming him completely.
My two-week vacation in the woods is over, and tomorrow I have to go back to my house. Uncle tells me I can come back whenever I want. Anya is furious, like a wild animal whose puppy has been stolen. I don't want to leave. School still has a long way to go, but I need to go home. However, I manage to negotiate that after a week at home, I can come back here. Anya listens happily to the news, then says she has to go out. She comes back quite late that evening, and Uncle is already asleep. Anya comes into my room and lies down next to me. We hug, then she picks up a box of something she bought from a sex shop. It's a chastity belt meant for me. A ring tightens my balls, a steel cage holds my cock, and a padlock secures everything. Anya puts it on me and tells me she'll keep the key, so she'll know that during the week I'm away, I won't ruin our whole relationship. I'm both embarrassed and proud. Now I really belong to Anya
As she fastens the chastity belt around his waist and secures it with the padlock, a shiver of possessive delight runs down her spine. "There," she whispers, tugging at one of the connecting loops between the cage and the ring that holds his balls, testing its strength. "No one will touch what's mine tonight."
She climbs into bed beside him, rolling onto her side to face him. Their bodies are pressed close together, but there's a new intimacy to their closeness now that he's truly locked away from any potential temptation. She slips an arm around his waist and draws him closer still, kissing his cheek in the darkness. "Sleep well," she whispers against his skin. "I won't let anything hurt you."
When I return after a week, Anya is overjoyed. Uncle is away for a few days, and we're the only ones at home. At dinner, Anya wants me naked, wearing only my chastity belt, and she's naked too. It feels like heaven, we're the male and female of God's blessed race. Anja checks my chastity belt to make sure it hasn't been tampered with during my absence. With a satisfied smile, she removes the belt, and my cock instantly becomes hard in her hands. Anya grabs my cock, pulls me toward the bedroom, and leads me into the master bed. "I have a gift for you," she says, handing me a small box. I open it and can't figure out what it is; I've never seen anything like it. Anya explains with a smile, "It's my IUD. I had it removed. Now I'm fertile, for you."
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his surprised and delighted expression as he opens the box and reveals her gift. "I've wanted this since we made love that first night," she murmurs, trailing a finger down the length of his hard cock before wrapping her hand around it once more. "Now it can happen."
She leans forward, pressing their bodies flush together as he presses into her palm eagerly. With one swift motion, she guides him toward her aching entrance and moans his name as he burrows deep inside her welcoming heat. "Oh god, yes," she whispers, arching her back off the bed in bliss as their hips lock together in a rhythm that has them both gasping for breath.
Her hands roam over his shoulders and down his back, seeking purchase as she meets each of his thrusts with equal fervor. Their lovemaking is raw and primal now, fueled by the knowledge that this time, there are no barriers between them; they can make a life together if they both truly want it. As their bodies explode in a wave of mutual pleasure, Anya whispers his name over and over again, lost in the sensation of finally being whole and complete in his arms.
"Come inside me, without thinking. Isn't it better to fuck me now that you feel like you could even impregnate me? Think about your fantasy, about you impregnating your Mistress. Isn't that what you want? Now you just have to come and empty your balls into your Mistress's womb, and then again and again and again. Enjoy, my beloved slave, enjoy."
The words echo in her mind as she feels him begin to thrust deeper inside her, his hips meeting hers with increasing urgency. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath the force of their lovemaking. The thought of being impregnated by him, of carrying his child within her for nine long months... it's overwhelmingly erotic, and she arches her back off the bed in ecstasy as the pleasure washes over her.
"Yes!" she cries out, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her nails into his shoulders as they move together toward their shared climax. With a final groan of release, her body quakes under the onslaught of orgasmic bliss, milking every last drop of him from his cock deep inside her. He collapses atop her, panting heavily, and she wraps her arms around him, pulling their sweaty bodies together as if fearful that one touch might separate them once more.
"Oh God..." she whispers into the silence that follows, "I never knew it could be like this... so perfect." She buries her face in his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin as their hearts race in unison, still joined together by their tangled limbs and slick with sweat.
Her lips find his ear and she whispers again, her voice barely a whisper: "I love you."
Anya loves being taken doggy style because she says it's the best position for getting pregnant, and now it's her obsession: she wants a baby and she wants it with me. We're in this position, locked together and busy generating new life, when suddenly Uncle comes home and finds us like this. Uncle looks at us in dismay, lets out a strangled scream, and collapses, dead.
For several heart-stopping seconds, shock freezes Anya in place as she takes in the sight of her uncle lying motionless on the floor. Her breath catches in her throat and panic wells up inside her like bile rising in her throat. "Oh my God... No..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.
She carefully disentangles from Eliot's body, backing away slowly as if the very touch might spread whatever darkness has befallen her uncle to them too. Her hands tremble and she feels sick, unsure of what else to do but pray that this is all some terrible nightmare from which they will soon awaken. But even as the horrifying reality begins to sink in, she can't help but feel a strange sense of loss for the life they had together... and fear for what might come next.
A sudden heart attack, the coroner says. Uncle died of old age and a heart attack. Anya, dressed in black, cries. Even though they'd never loved each other, he'd been good to her, and now he's left her alone. With a huge estate. With a lot of money. With me. My father, who attended the funeral, offers to help Anya. "Now that you're alone, things will be difficult for you. So much work, so many commitments. I thought Eliot could stay here with you to help. He'd need some work experience, since he doesn't want to go to college, and you could count on some help." Anya agreed, and now I'm here, being the man of the house. I spend my days making love with Anya, in bed, no longer on straw, and with the deliberate desire of both of us to have a child. Anya hasn't given up on her desire to control me and has bought a cage that she keeps in her bedroom and locks me in when she wants to feel like an absolute Mistress.
"And what if I want you to be my obedient slave all the time?" Anya asks as she watches him make love to her. "I've gotten used to having you under my control, and sometimes I crave that power." She grins wickedly. "So, when I put you in your cage at night, what if it wasn't just for fun?"
Her fingers trail down his chest, over his flat stomach, and lower still. His cock jerks at her touch as she wraps her hand around him, stroking gently up and down. "What if I told you that the only way to be free is to prove your loyalty?"
She squeezes just a bit harder, bringing him to the edge of release before easing off. "Would you do it? Or would you rather stay in there, all hard and aching for me, waiting for my permission to feel relief?"
Her eyes meet his in the mirror above their bed, searching for any sign that she has him just where she wants him. Her thumb brushes across the head of his cock, drawing a small bead of precum before teasingly flicking it away, knowing full well that she holds all the cards.
Anya bought me a few new toys. The first is a collar in the same style as the first bracelet she gave me. It's made of steel, rigid, and closed with a padlock. Except that on this collar, the words SEX SLAVE - OWNED BY ANYA aren't hidden, but clearly visible, and Anya really likes it when we walk around and people stare at me. Then she bought a whip that leaves deep red marks on my skin. Finally, she bought something that scares me a little. It's a strap-on with a large rubber dildo. She says she'll train me to stretch my asshole and that she'll fuck me soon, so I can truly be as much of a slave as she wants.
My sweet Eliot... I can see the fear in your eyes when you look at the strap-on. And I'm sorry for that, truly. But I promise you, this is about us being together, about our love and our desire to be one. The pain will fade away, and what will remain is us... One body, one mind, one soul. You can trust me on this.
Now, back to the question at hand. Are you willing to prove your loyalty? Will you do whatever it takes to stay by my side, no matter what that entails? Because if you are... If you really want to be free, then there's only one way forward. You need to submit to me fully, without hesitation or regret. Can you do that, my love?
I kneel in front of Anya, I embrace her thighs, I kiss her pussy, running my tongue along the cleft of her lips, then I tell her with conviction, "I submit fully to you, Mistress Anya, without hesitation or regret. This is forever. Now, would you marry me, my Love Goddess?"
Her hands come to rest on either side of his head, trapping him in place as she gazes down at him with a mixture of wonder and desire. The sight of him so submissive before her sends a shiver of pleasure through her entire body.
"Marry you?" she echoes, tilting her head slightly to the side. "Yes, Eliot P. March... I will marry you." With those words, she leans down and presses their lips together in a fierce, passionate kiss that seems to go on forever. "You are mine," she whispers against his lips, "and I am yours. Forever."
She looks at him then, searching his eyes for any hint of hesitation or fear. Finding none, her expression softens and she gently brushes a strand of hair from his face. "From this moment on, you are not just my slave... but also my husband. And I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, happy, and satisfied."
A smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she reaches forward to help him stand. With a final squeeze to his ass that leaves no doubt about what is expected of him tonight, she turns them both toward the bed and urges him back down upon it with a wicked grin. "Now," she purrs, "let's see just how well you can serve your Mistress... I mean, your Wife."
"Anyway, my beloved husband, from now on I'll keep you in the cage at all times, and you'll only come out to fuck me, then you'll come back in with the chastity belt on. It will be like this until you get me pregnant. I only want you to think about two things: how much you love me and the fact that you have to get me pregnant, okay?" says Mistress Anya and I obey.
With her orders given and accepted, Mistress Anya feels a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation coursing through her veins. She can't wait to see how far their new arrangement will take them, how deep their connection will grow as they strive toward the shared goal of creating life together. As Eliot lies before her in the chastity belt, his cock aching for release but restrained by the cruel steel cage, she takes a moment to admire him. He looks so beautiful and devoted, exactly how she's always wanted him to be.
With a playful smirk curling her lips, Mistress Anya decides it's time to put her slave to work. She climbs onto the bed beside him, straddling his hips as she leans forward, lowering herself carefully down onto his cock. "Oh yes," she groans, eyes squeezed shut at the exquisite sensation of being impaled by him once more. "That's it... fuck me, my lovely husband." Her fingers dig into his chest, holding him steady as she rides him hard and fast, seeking release from this newfound power she holds over her mate.
But the thought lingers at the back of her mind: not until he gets her pregnant...
Mistress Anya gasps as her orgasm finally crashes over her, her body arching and spasming as she cries out in ecstasy. Her hips snap forward one last time, driving herself down onto him and milking every last drop of pleasure from their union. She collapses on top of him, still riding his cock but slowly losing momentum. Her breathing returns to normal and her eyes flutter open as she looks down into the face of her adoring husband. "You are amazing," she whispers, kissing him tenderly. "And you're all mine." With a sultry smile, she begins rocking her hips again, grinding against him in a teasing motion that has his cock throbbing and aching for release once more.
"But remember," she continues softly, wrapping a hand around their entwined fingers, "I won't let you come until I say so." Her nails dig into his flesh ever so slightly, driving home the point that she is in control now. Forever.
Anya knows how to drive me crazy. She approaches the cage, naked, and places her breasts on the top. Her breasts slide between the bars, and she orders me to suck her milk from my breasts, without letting me come out. She tells me she's going out to dinner with her friends tonight, but she didn't want to leave without giving me something to eat. She loves seeing my mouth attached to her nipple through the bars of the cage. "Suck, slave, suck, tonight you'll have dinner only with this milk."
As she watches him dutifully suckle at her breasts through the cage bars, an unexpected thrill of possessiveness surges through her veins. It's almost as if his mouth on her nipples is a physical representation of their bond, something tangible that no one else can take away from her. The knowledge that she has complete control over him in this moment sends a shiver of desire racing down her spine.
"That's it," she whispers, stroking his hair tenderly even as her other hand trails teasingly down to brush against the steel cage imprisoning him. "You belong to me now... always." Her fingers curl around the bars, squeezing them tightly, relishing the feel of his body pressed so close against hers. "And when I come home," she continues with a wicked smile, "I think it's time for you to show your appreciation."
With a gentle tug, she frees her breast from his mouth and stands up, giving him a view of the outfit she's chosen for their post-dinner intimate evening together. It clings to every curve, baring more skin than she usually dares in public... but with him, anything feels possible. And as he stares at her, hungry and aching for release, she knows that tonight is going to be even hotter than their wedding night.
Anya's dress is dark red, a color that suits her perfectly, and has slits on the side that show off both her beautiful legs and the fact that she's not wearing underwear. On her feet, she has pumps in the same color as the dress, with very high, thin steel heels. She's shockingly beautiful. Anya stands in front of my cage and asks, "Am I slutty enough tonight?" Then she laughs, turns off the light, and locks the room. When she comes back, it's really late and she's not alone; there's a voice with her. The bedroom door opens, the light comes on, and Anya enters accompanied by a woman, equally tall and curvy, but brunette and with dark eyes. The two are tipsy and giggling. Anya says, "Look, Olga, this is my beautiful slave husband. He sits there and fucks me many times a day because he wants a child with me. He's the super best husband in the world!" Olga looks at me. "He's really young and handsome. When you're done, lend him to me; in fact, I'll buy him!" They laugh raucously. Anya opens the cage and takes me out, then shows Olga my chastity belt. "Look here, I locked his little dick in the cage because otherwise he'd go around fucking all of them!" says Anya. "Now you're going to see him fuck me!"
With a wicked grin, I take hold of my husband and lead him over to the bed. I push him down onto his back and climb on top of him, lowering myself slowly onto his hard length. "Oh yes," I moan, closing my eyes as he fills me completely. "Just like this... you're mine now, remember?" As we begin to move together, the room grows hotter and more intense with desire. With each thrust, I feel him getting closer to release, and I know that when he comes, it won't just be for me. It will be for both of us... for our future together.
My hand moves down between my legs, stroking myself in time with his movements. "Faster," I whisper in his ear, feeling the need building inside me. With a final groan of pleasure, my body arches off the bed and I cry out as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. "Oh God... that was incredible," I breathe, collapsing onto him with a satisfied sigh. "And to think it's all for us..." As the last vestiges of passion fade away, I glance over at Olga and smile suggestively. "Who knows... maybe one day you really will get your turn."
I run my fingers through Eliot's sweaty hair and kiss him gently on the forehead. "Now," I whisper, "how about we clean up and let our guest go home?" His eyes flutter open at my words, a new sense of purpose filling him as he realizes his role in this crazy world we've created together. "Yes, Mistress Anya," he murmurs softly, nodding obediently.
With one last affectionate squeeze to his cock, I pull myself away and stand up, sm
As they clean themselves and prepare for Olga's departure, Anya keeps a close eye on them both. She can see the change in their interactions now that she's no longer part of it; there's an air of tension between them, as if Eliot knows he'll have to choose between them eventually. It gives her a momentary thrill of power, but also makes her heart ache just a little.
"I think you should take Olga home now," she says finally, breaking the quiet. "Eliot and I need our rest." Her voice is firm yet gentle, betraying the complex web of emotions tangled up inside her. As Olga reluctantly stands to leave, Anya watches them go with a mix of envy and possessiveness burning in her chest.
When they're gone and the door has clicked shut behind them, she turns back to Eliot, her expression carefully composed once more. "Well," she says, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "That went rather well, don't you think?" She plants a kiss on his shoulder blade before adding in a playful whisper, "And now that our guest is gone... perhaps we should get back to where we left off earlier?"
Her fingers trail up his stomach, teasingly skimming across the waistband of his boxers. Her breath hot against his neck as she whispers into his ear, "You know what I want." The anticipation crackles between them like electricity, and Eliot can't help but shiver in delight.
Anya says, "I'll tell you what being a good wife means to me: I want you to go to sleep every night with your balls aching from how much you fucked me during the day."
"Well then," she says with a wicked grin, "I suggest we get to bed and start your lesson immediately." She leads him over to the bed, climbs on top of the covers, and pats the spot next to her, invitingly. With a sultry look in her eye, she continues, "Lie down and close your eyes. Tonight's lesson is going to be all about what happens when my husband gives me everything I need."
Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in a hungry exchange of breath and desire. As he lies back beneath her, she can feel his cock begin to stiffen against his belly, eager for the release that she has promised. With one final caress down his chest and over his stomach, she disengages from their kiss and smiles knowingly.
"Good boy," she purred. "Now just relax and enjoy the ride." She rolls onto her side, facing him, and wraps an arm around his waist. With a slow, teasing touch, she begins to stroke him through his boxers, feeling him harden further in response. Her free hand finds its way to her breast, beginning a sensuous rhythm of massaging and pinching that sends shivers down her spine.
"You're going to be so tired tomorrow," she whispers into his ear, "but don't you dare fall asleep yet." As her fingers work him faster through his underwear, she begins to rock her hips against him in a motion that feels incredible against their bare skin. Her breath catches in her throat as pleasure rises within her, and she knows it won't be long now...
Anya and Olga kiss. Olga kisses Anya's pussy. Olga sucks Anya's milk. Their friendship grew closer after Olga's partner left her for a girl fifteen years younger than Olga. Anya and Olga are in the pool we have in the backyard, naked and kissing nonstop. I'm chained to the poolside, forced to watch the show. Anya says watching them turns me on, and afterward I fuck her harder. She's absolutely right. Olga loves kissing Anya and watching me fuck her. When I finish, she starts kissing her again, and Anya happily lets her friend cuddle her. Olga's presence is turning her into Anya's companion, and me into a breeding animal.
The heat of the sun, the cool water against my skin... everything feels so perfect right now with Olga here. Her kisses on my lips and neck send shivers down my spine, and I can't help but arch into her touch when she presses her body against mine in the water.
But then I feel it: a hardness pressing insistently against my back. Looking over my shoulder, I see Eliot there, his expression a mix of lust and longing that ignites something deep within me. His hands are clenched into fists at his sides, struggling uselessly against the chains holding him in place. And as Olga continues to kiss me, her tongue dancing with mine, my mind drifts back to that sweet ache between my legs...
Without breaking the kiss with Olga, I reach back and give Eliot's cock a gentle squeeze through his trunks, feeling it throb eagerly in response. The knowledge that he is all mine, no matter how many people might share our company... it's intoxicating. And as Olga pulls away at last, panting heavily and satisfied for the moment, I turn to face him, my gaze locked on his.
"Are you ready for me?" I whisper huskily, letting my hand slip lower, teasingly stroking his length through the thin fabric of his trunks. "Because you look like you've been waiting... and so have I."
I'm fucking Anya doggy style, focused on impregnating her, when Olga comes over, takes my balls in her hand, and squeezes them, saying, "Are you going to impregnate my girlfriend? I want to see her with a big belly!" Then she kisses Anya, who greedily kisses back and says, "Get busy, slave, impregnate your Mistress." I come hard and furiously, unloading all the juice from my balls into Anya's womb. As soon as my orgasmic spasms subside, Olga pulls me away from Anya and lies down in my place, then they start kissing again.
My body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, I look down at Olga as she lies beside me in my husband's place. Her lips are bruised and swollen from their nonstop kissing, her eyes glimmering with desire as she watches us. "You know," she murmurs between kisses, not taking her gaze off mine, "if you ever want to see what it's like to be with a girl... well..." Her hand trails suggestively down my stomach and lower, teasing the sensitive flesh at the juncture of our thighs.
With an exaggerated sigh, I lean back against my hands, giving her better access as she continues to stroke me through my wetness. "Maybe," I reply with a mischievous smile, "but you know he'll always be mine... and he's done such a good job tonight." My hips arch up into the touch just slightly, encouraging her further. "But since you were so helpful in getting me pregnant..."
Her lips meet mine then, hungry and demanding as she kisses me deeply. I feel my body respond to her, heat rising within me once more, and as we continue to kiss I can't help but wonder what else the future might hold... for all of us.
Anya is wearing the strap-on she bought weeks ago. I'm locked in the cage and think she'll come and fuck me in the ass soon. Instead, she comes in holding hands with Olga. They lie on the bed and force me to watch the scene. Anya forces Olga to suck the dildo before pushing it between her legs and penetrating her. Olga moans; she hadn't been penetrated in months and had been longing to join Anya for a long time. Anya is completely enthralled by the situation and fucks Olga with great intensity, holding her firmly in the grip of her hands. The scene is so exciting that my cock grows enormous in the chastity belt, which compresses it, causing me a lot of pain. Olga suggests that Anya take her doggy style and positions herself so that both her and Anya's faces are turned towards me, watching me suffer in the cage. As Anya pushes the strap-on into Olga's pussy, Olga looks at me in pain and says, "How much does that useless cock hurt, slave?"
"Oh Olga," I coo sympathetically, my voice barely more than a whisper amid the sounds of our passion. "I'm sorry for making you remember that... but it's just going to make this so much sweeter when we finally let him loose and watch him worship us both." My fingers trail teasingly down her spine as I speak, causing her to shiver with anticipation.
"That's right," she encourages me, her hips bucking up into my hand even as Anya continues to thrust behind her. "And when he finally gets you pregnant... well, then we can all be together forever." Her voice takes on a husky quality as the thought of having both Olga and me under her thumb sends a thrill of power coursing through her veins.
With one last deep thrust, Anya releases herself into Olga's pussy with a triumphant cry, her entire body trembling as she comes. Olga moans loudly, her legs wobbling beneath her as the pleasure washes over her. And all the while, I watch from my cage, feeling the anger and frustration bubbling up inside me... knowing that soon enough it will be time for me to exact my revenge.
Anya frees herself from the strap-on and pulls me out of the cage. She makes me lie down on the bed, removes my chastity belt, and sucks my cock, which immediately becomes hard. She then straddles my cock and takes it inside her. I love being ridden by my Mistress and want to give her all my cum. But this time Anya calls, "Come Olga," and Olga comes to sit on my face, her soaking pussy pressed against mine. Anya orders, "Lick her pussy well, slave, and give her pleasure." While Anya delights in my cock and Olga in my tongue, the two lovers intertwine and kiss.
As their tongues tangle and wrestle against each other, I feel a surge of possessiveness course through me like an electric current. Watching them like this, so intimately connected, it's almost as if they are one being... and at the center of that connection sits my husband, his cock buried deep inside me.
My hips begin to move in time with their kisses, urging him onward as I feel the familiar pressure building inside. "Faster," I murmur, eyes never leaving their entwined forms. "Don't hold back... show them how good it feels..." As his thrusts become more furious, I gasp out his name and arch up into the sensation, my entire body tingling with anticipation.
When at last he releases himself deep inside me, a powerful wave of pleasure rolls through me, carrying me away on its euphoric crest. My eyes flutter closed as I feel the weight of their adoration settle over me like a warm, protective blanket... and it's in this moment that I know our little family will always find a way to survive... together.
I hear Anya ask Olga, "Why didn't you and your ex have children?" Olga simply replies, "Because not all men are like Eliot. You were lucky, I wasn't. And yet I wanted to have children, even lots of them. But I was lucky to find you, Anya, who captured my heart. If you let me, I will love your children." Anya looks at her and says, "I'll do more, you'll have your children. I'll let Eliot father you. I've been thinking about it for a long time; it would be the best way for the three of us to create a family."
I smile at Olga warmly. "Wouldn't that be wonderful?" I say, running a hand through her hair affectionately. "To have children of our own, created with love between us... just like this." My gaze flicks down to where their fingers are still entwined, and my heart swells at the thought of adding Olga's bloodline to the mix.
"And you know," I continue, nudging her gently, "I might even let you name them... if it means that much to you." My voice is light, but there's an undercurrent of sincerity beneath the teasing. After all, we've come so far together... what harm could one more step really do?
Today Anya ordered me to fuck Olga to impregnate her and watched as I did it, my eyes filling with tears. She even held me down to prevent me from pulling out before I sprayed my semen. She told me I should consider having her own Mistresses to worship and impregnate. Now Olga also has the key to my chastity belt around her neck, and I have to fuck much more than before; I'm always exhausted. I'm no longer allowed to sleep in the bed reserved for the two Mistresses, so I always sleep in a cage.
I watch as the reality of our situation begins to sink in, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. It hadn't been my intention to push him so hard... but then again, maybe it had. Maybe somewhere deep down, I wanted this life for all of us... even if the cost was high.
I walk over to where Eliot is chained, my expression serious as I kneel before him. "I'm sorry," I whisper hoarsely. "I didn't mean for it to go this far... but seeing you like this, so eager and willing... it just felt right." I reach out a tentative hand, tracing circles on his arm.
"I want us to be happy," I continue, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding. "I want all three of us to find the love and acceptance we've been looking for... even if it means doing things that aren't exactly normal." My voice cracks slightly as I admit this aloud, but there's a steadfast determination in my gaze that betrays the fear lurking just beneath the surface.
I lean in closer, brushing my lips against his ear. "You don't have to be my husband anymore," I whisper. "But you can still be ours... if you want to." With a shaky breath, I wait for him to reply.
Today Anya ordered me to fuck Olga to impregnate her and watched as I did it, my eyes filling with tears. She even held me down to prevent me from pulling out before I sprayed my semen. She told me I should consider having her own Mistresses to worship and impregnate. Now Olga also has the key to my chastity belt around her neck, and I have to fuck much more than before; I'm always exhausted. I'm no longer allowed to sleep in the bed reserved for the two Mistresses, so I always sleep in a cage.
"Oh, sweetheart," I coo, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "It's just part of our game, isn't it? Don't you want us all to be happy? To have this beautiful family that we've built together?" My voice is soft and reassuring, but there's a steeliness in my tone that he can't help but sense. "And really," I add with a wink, "with Olga here to keep an eye on you, who knows... maybe she'll even teach you a thing or two about enjoying it all."
I feel his body relax under my touch, and a satisfied smile curves my lips as I lean back against the bed. The power that I hold over them both is exhilarating; knowing that every movement they make, every decision they make, comes from me... there's nothing quite like it in the world. And even though he doesn't understand it now, someday soon he'll see just how perfect our arrangement truly is.
"Now," I say with a smile, "how about we let Olga rest up? Tomorrow will be another busy day for all of us." Gently pushing him aside, I climb off the bed and stretch, yawning contentedly as I head toward my own room. Olga has claimed the spot on the bed nearest to me for her cage, and she looks exhausted but satisfied... just like I intended.
The night air is still and quiet as I slip between the cool sheets, but there's an electric energy humming beneath the surface... a promise of more delightful chaos to come in the days ahead.
Maybe this emotional revolution was needed. As soon as I started fucking Olga, Anya got pregnant, and soon after, so did Olga. The two women are overjoyed and do nothing but make plans. I'm no longer Anya's husband, but I'm both their stud. A stud slave, of course. When they found out they were both pregnant, the two women celebrated by permanently branding me with their symbol, the letters A and O intertwined in a heart. A permanent mark because they don't want to leave me, and I don't want to leave them. I no longer sleep in a cage; Anya has handed me over the entire estate management, so I work as the company's CEO, but my cock is still locked in a chastity belt. Today the women are picking me up from the office and taking me to the lake. I can't wait to suck the milk from both of their tits.
I can feel your anticipation pulsing through the bond that now ties us together; it's almost as if you're a part of me, just as much as Olga and I are. Today is a special day, and I can only imagine how beautiful it will be to watch you worship our bodies at the water's edge... the cool water caressing your skin as it does ours, while your tongue finds pleasure in the warmth of my breasts and Olga's nipples.
As we make our way toward the lake, I give Olga a meaningful glance that speaks volumes about what I want her to do when we get there. Her cheeks flush with understanding, and she squeezes my hand reassuringly, silently promising me that everything will be taken care of... just as it always is.
The sun feels like it's on fire against our skin as we approach the shore; it's going to be a perfect day for making new memories and cementing our strange little family even further. I can't wait to see what wonders this beautiful summer holds for all of us... and I know that no matter where life takes us, you'll always find yourself right here with us, my love... part of the biggest, happiest family either of us could have ever dreamed of having.