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A couple spend an evening with their Dom.


"I want to watch, not participate," Parker said.

"Your loss," Gordon said. "I don't think there's going to be anything for you to watch if you don't join in. Your wife seems pretty definite about what she wants."

"I am," I said.

Gordon pushed up the hem of my skirt and skimmed the edge of my panties with his finger. "So what do you want, Jemma?"

"Mmm, I want more of that!" I stepped back. "But dinner first. The steaks will get cold. I ruined our first dinner, but I'm not going to do that again."

"I think I ruined it," Gordon said. "After all, I'm the one who fucked you when you went to change your clothes."

Parker shut down the computer and stood. "Okay, supper first, then fun. Hey, Jemma, what would you think about me filming you two?"

"Don't even think about it."

"You're no fun."

Gordon put his arm around me and guided me out of the room. "I think she's plenty of fun."

We ate at the dining room table, with glasses of wine provided by Gordon. As soon as the meal was over, Parker cleared the dishes and Gordon pulled me out of my chair. "Time for dessert."

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He shoved my skirt up over my hips and bent me over the table. "Fucking you."

I heard his zipper, then felt his fingers in my pussy. They weren't what I wanted, though. "Give me your cock," I begged.

"Waiting for something," he replied.

Parker returned with a foil packet, which he handed to Gordon. I heard the packet being torn open and after a few seconds, felt Gordon's thick cockhead against my opening. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked.

"God, yes, fuck me!" Being bent over like this, with both men watching me, made me feel slutty and aroused. I knew I was wet, and I wanted something inside me.

Gordon thrust himself completely into me. I gasped as he filled my pussy. His cock was bigger than Parker's, and felt so good. "That's it," I said. "Fuck me!"

"I can never get enough of this cunt," Gordon said. "Parker, she's so fucking hot I can't believe she hasn't fucked you to death yet."

"You wish she would," Parker said. "Then you could have her to yourself." He sounded almost pleased by the idea.

"Fuck, no, I like sharing her," Gordon replied. "How about you, Jemma? You like having two men share you? You like being my slut once in a while and Parker's every day?"

I wasn't sure I liked being called a slut, even though I definitely felt like one. My husband was watching me fuck another man; what else could I be but a slut? "Yes, I like it," I said.

"You don't sound too sure." Gordon pulled out so just the tip of his cock was in me. "Do you like it?"

"Give that back!" I said.

"Not until you tell me what you like."

"I like fucking you."

"Not enough."

I looked over at Parker. His cock was in his hand, and he stroked himself while he watched Gordon torment me. Obviously he wasn't going to help me, no matter how much he probably wanted to see Gordon's cock slam back into my pussy. "I like feeling your cock in my pussy," I tried.

Gordon slid maybe another half inch of his cock into me. "That's a little better, but still not good enough."

I was getting desperate. "I like the way your cock fucks my cunt!"

That earned me a couple inches. "Good, but not good enough," Gordon said. "Say cunt again."

"Cunt," I said. "Fuck my cunt, please!"

Another inch. "Keep talking, sexy Jemma," Gordon said. "What do you think, Parker? How much more of this can she take?"

"I think she really wants your cock," Parker replied.

"All she has to do is say the right thing."

If only I knew what the right thing was. What did Gordon want from me? "I want your big, thick cock," I said. "Please fuck me with it!"

That got me another half inch or so. "Keep trying, Jemma," Gordon said. "What do you want? Who are you?"

Ah. Now I knew what he wanted me to say, but there was no way I'd say it. No way I'd call myself that word, no matter what I felt like. And I definitely felt like a slut.

"You might have to give up," Parker said.

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