The brush travelled calmly through the long, blonde waves. She counted every stroke with near ritualistic attention to detail. Nothing was random, nothing was accidental, and everything had to be perfect. She put the brush down and looked at herself in the mirror. The relaxed woman smiling back at her seemed to be a different person because Rachel’s body was trembling with anticipation and nervousness. Her looks were the only thing she felt she had control over at the moment; for the rest of the evening, she was nothing but a tool. An object.
A slave.
She put on her sexiest red lace underwear, the set he had gotten her for their anniversary. Slowly, the stockings were rolled up over her slender legs, one by one. He wanted her to look her best, and she did not want to disappoint. A low-cut, short black cocktail dress completed the ensemble, and she felt sexy and confident when she put on her black pumps and looked in the mirror.
You can do this, Rachel, she thought and took a deep breath.
The door opened. Richard came into the bathroom with a huge smile on his face. “You look amazing, honey,” he said and kissed her. “They’re going to be so jealous.”
“Why?” He was wearing an expensive cologne, and the smell made her shiver. “They all get a taste.”
“And you get to live out your fantasy.”
She nodded. She had never thought it would happen, but he had decided for her. It made it easier; she could go into this without feeling guilty, but she was painfully aware that her performance tonight was about more than her pleasure. If his guests were not properly serviced, it could reflect poorly on her husband.
“Excited?” he asked and pulled her closer. His fingers found their way up under her dress. She wanted to answer, but only a surprised moan escaped her lips as he pushed the lace panties aside and slid two fingers inside her. “I think you are. You’re soaking wet, my love.”
She rested her forehead on his strong shoulder and enjoyed the short moment of intimacy before the guests arrived. His fingers knew her pussy well, and she let out a frustrated sigh when they disappeared.
“Just a taste, honey,” he said with a grin. “I’ll let you get ready.” He kissed her again and left the room.
Her heart pounded in her chest, both from her husband’s teasing touch and the knowledge of what was about to happen. She could hear cars arriving outside as she put on makeup and lipstick.
“Welcome, gentlemen!” Richard said and spread his arms as if he were a circus presenter. “Happy to see the five of you were up for a little high-stakes poker!” He took Rachel’s hand and pulled her forward. “Tonight, the service level will be extraordinarily high. My lovely wife Rachel will ensure that you’ll never go thirsty or lack snacks.”
The men applauded as Rachel served champagne. They were all successful, well-dressed men, and they nodded politely as they took a glass from the tray. Richard smiled. “But she won’t stop there. Do with her what you want. She will ensure that you’re properly … taken care of if and when you are knocked out of the game.”
The men looked at each other with pleased grins. All eyes turned to Rachel and her curves, and the polite men immediately started testing to see if Richard was telling the truth. They were not crude men; their hands grazed her soft hair and their gentle fingers traced her lovely buttocks, but they did not try to hide the ravenous look in their eyes.
Rachel bit her lower lip to quell the growing arousal. The night had barely begun, and she was already loving every second of it.
The poker game was soon underway. Rachel brought snacks and ensured that no glass remained empty. She did not speak, it was part of the deal, but she could not help but let out tiny shrieks of surprise and joy whenever one of the men started groping her. They grew cockier as more and more of the rare whiskey was consumed, and it soon felt like Rachel was running a gauntlet rather than serving snacks. Hands snuck up under her dress, her breasts were fondled and groped, and their eyes swallowed her body.
She was nothing but a piece of meat with no free will.
She could not refuse them.
It was perfect.
“Yes! Take that, Rick!” one of the men laughed as he won a big hand. He gestured for Rachel to come closer. “I think I deserve a little attention after a hand like that.”
Rachel did not answer, nor did she look at her husband. This was exactly what she had expected, hoped for, and also been nervous about. The man pulled his chair out and gestured for Rachel to come closer and sit astride his lap.
“Grind for me, girl,” he said and squeezed Rachel’s butt.
She obliged. Her hands rested on the man’s shoulders as she rubbed her pussy against his thigh. The others cheered and laughed as Rachel’s cheeks and chest became flushed. They knew her as a pillar of the community, a respected woman of renown, and now she was moaning as she left a wet stain on the tailor-made pants.
This is so hot, she thought. She soaked up the compliments from the men, all directed at her husband.
“I’ve never seen a body that fine,” one of the others said.
“Then let’s see more of it,” Richard responded. “Take your dress off … slave.”
Rachel had never been called something that degrading, and she loved it. She got up from the man’s thigh and slowly pulled her dress down, gyrating her hips as sensually as she could. She kept her underwear on, but there was enough naked skin to entice the grateful crowd. Knowing that they all wanted to ravage her made Rachel feel appreciated, even if her body was all they were interested in.
Half an hour later, the first of the six players had to see his last chips disappear. He leaned back in his chair and shook his head, but the disappointed frown soon vanished as Rachel gently took his hand and led him into the other living room.
“That’s what I call a consolation price,” he said when Rachel knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She gently pulled his cock out of his pants and licked her lips before kissing the tip. That he was the mayor did not matter. She took the half-erect cock in her mouth and felt it harden. She could hear the poker game carry on in the other room, but for now, her focus was on pleasing the man in front of her. She went slow at first, allowing her soft hands to travel up and down his thighs, occasionally traveling across his buttocks.
I could get used to this, she thought as her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft. He grew every time her lips journeyed back and forth, and the composed man soon started groaning. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper until Rachel started gagging, but she refused to pull away. Instead, her fingers started fondling his balls and taint.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, clenching his jaw.
Rachel could feel his muscles tense. Before she had time to react, his massive load filled her mouth, and she struggled to swallow it all. She could feel it trickling down her chin and onto her breasts, but it did not keep her from looking up at him with submissive, grateful eyes.
“Richard’s a lucky man,” the mayor said and patted Rachel on the head. She stayed on her knees as she watched him get dressed. He said goodbye to the others and left.
One down. She walked over to the full-length mirror nearby and adjusted her hair, using a paper towel to wipe away some of the cum before stopping herself. She wanted the others to see what awaited them. A few stains remained on the bra and chest, and it made her smile. My badge of honor for a job well done.
Two more men were knocked out of the game. Two more cocks were sucked to completion. Richard and the last two all had huge stacks of chips, indicating that it could be a long night, but Rachel was having the time of her life. Whenever she passed the table, hands explored her body, and on Richard’s order, she took off the underwear and stockings, leaving her naked except for her heels.
The game was intense, but the men never let a chance to grope Rachel slip by. During a short break, she leaned in over the table to reach an empty bowl when one of the men, Richard’s coworker Nick, slapped her hard on the butt. Rachel let out a cry of surprise, but the stinging pain soon gave way to a wave of pleasure.
“Oh, I think she liked that,” Richard laughed.
Another slap. Rachel rested her breasts on the table and allowed herself to embrace the sensation. She looked up at Richard who was sitting in front of her. They smiled at each other.
“Such a fine body,” Nick said. His fingers rested on Rachel’s butt before sliding down and in between her legs. A breathy moan escaped her as he slid one finger, then two, inside her.
God, this is so humiliating, Rachel thought, but no part of her wanted to stop it. This was her fantasy. Bent over a table as men stared at her, her body being used for entertainment while it trembled with barely contained lust. Her pussy was soaking wet and offered no resistance as Nick pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper. The day before, she had met the same men at a fundraiser and exchanged pleasantries while sipping champagne, and now she was moaning loudly while their hands groped her all over.
Her body started tensing up. She could not hold it back. It was going to be a big one.
She screamed as she came, her hands scratching at the green cloth on the table. Laughter from the amused men mixed with her lustful whimpering as the orgasm rolled through her. She staggered to her feet, her cheeks blushing, and the game commenced while she tried to clear the table with her legs barely able to carry her.
Rachel was in the kitchen when she heard a shout of disappointment from the living room. A subtle smile creased her lips as she walked into the room. Richard was still in the game, his stack had increased noticeably, but there were no chips to be seen in front of Patrick, their neighbor. As before, she took his hand and led him into the other living room, but he had managed to get into the final three – and that deserved a little extra.
Rachel knelt before the man as she removed his pants, but instead of taking his cock in her mouth right away, she got up and pushed him onto the black leather couch. His eyes opened wide as she crawled onto him and started kissing his neck while her hand gently stroked his cock.
“I … wow … Mrs. Winters …” Patrick’s breath smelled of whiskey, but a night of playing and drinking had not impaired his blood flow. He became rock-hard in Rachel’s hand, and she enjoyed the small semblance of control it gave her. “Are … are you enjoying this?”
She smiled at him and winked. Richard had instructed her not to speak, and she was an obedient wife. She moved down, taking his cock in her mouth for a bit, making sure to produce plenty of saliva.
Patrick was about to explode when knelt astride him and slowly lowered her pussy onto his towering erection. She took her time, letting the tip of his cock enter little by little. But Patrick did not remain passive, and he soon grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her buttocks rested on his thighs. “Ride me hard, Mrs. Winters,” he said with a smile.
Rachel obliged. She moved up and down his shaft with determination as he groped her firm breasts. It felt forbidden and dirty, mostly because she played racquetball with Patrick’s wife once a week, but it only added to her immense enjoyment. He felt big inside her, and when he came inside her a few minutes later, she was ready for more.
Rachel slid off the softening cock and leaned back on the couch as a blushing Patrick got dressed and left without a word. Rachel let out a pleased sigh as her fingers slowly rubbed her clit; not enough to bring her to orgasm, it was not her place to do so, but just enough to keep her fire going for a little longer.
It would soon be time for the finale, after all.
She stood next to Richard when he won the final hand. She could still feel Patrick’s cum trickling down her inner thigh, and there was still dried semen on her breasts and face from the earlier blowjobs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror.
You look like a slut, Rachel, she thought to herself and felt nothing but pride as she looked at the smeared lipstick and messy hair. She felt free. She was being who she was meant to be. This was living, this was the Noble Hedonism she’d read about.
“Damn, Richard, you’ve been on fire tonight,” Nick said and leaned back in the chair. “Or maybe we’ve been distracted by the … service.”
“Maybe that was my intention.” Richard laughed and slapped Rachel’s ass. “I’ll leave you to enjoy your 2nd place trophy.”
Nick shrugged. “Why don’t you join me? I think poor Rachel needs a little attention, and fucking your wife in the ass in front of you would be an amazing consolation price.”
The two men talked back and forth, and Rachel felt herself getting turned on at the prospect of being double-teamed. She had never tried it before, and it lit a fire in her to be talked about like a sex toy.
The two men took their pants off and stood next to each other. Rachel got on her knees once more, taking turns sucking the two massive cocks. The moment Nick’s cock was hard enough, he grabbed Rachel’s hair and yanked her to her feet, forcing her to bend over the poker table. The chips scraped against her breasts as he entered her, filling her until she felt like she could not contain him. Intense, primal pleasure shot through her body as he started thrusting into her, harder and harder. Richard crawled onto the table and sat down in front of Rachel’s face, placing his legs on either side of her. He held her hair and pushed her mouth down upon his familiar, hard cock, ramming it deep down her throat.
Fuck, this is intense!
Rachel had never been fucked like this before. It felt like Nick kept growing inside her, but he was not satisfied yet. Rachel felt a burst of fear when Nick took his belt and tightened it around her neck, pulling it as if she was a wild horse being broken into. The sensation was incredible; she struggled to breathe, but it only made the beastly thrusts even more intense.
“Think you can tame her?” Richard said and laughed, pushing his cock even further down Rachel’s throat to add insult to injury.
“We’ll see.”
“AAAAhhhhhAAAAH!” Rachel cried out when Nick pulled his cock out of his pussy and inserted it into her asshole. It slid in without much effort, aided by her secretions, and her body started shaking from a mix of discomfort and maddening lust.
The belt tightened.
The cocks hardened further.
She was a piece of meat, used for their pleasure, and it felt better than she could have ever imagined.
Richard yanked her head back and looked her in the eye as he shot his load all over her face. Her face was red, and the veins in her neck pulsated against her skin, struggling to deliver blood to her brain. Shortly after, Nick groaned as he came inside Rachel’s asshole. He stayed inside her, dominating her body.
“What a wonderful evening,” he said and laughed, still balls deep in Rachel’s ass. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
Richard nodded. “I think we might have to.”
Nick finally exited Rachel, who slumped down on the poker table; she was exhausted and spent, covered in cum and snapping for air. The belt was still tight around her neck, but she did not move to take it off, not yet. Her body shook from the overwhelming experience, and she was still lying there when Richard returned after saying goodbye to Nick.
“Did you have a nice evening, honey?” he said, stroking her hair. She nodded. No words could describe how she felt.
He removed the belt and kissed her neck. “That’s going to leave a bruise. Don’t you have an important meeting tomorrow?”
Rachel nodded again. She did not want to worry about tomorrow, she just wanted to stay in the moment a little longer.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Richard said. “I hope you’ll join me.” Don’t mind if I do.
THE END
A slave.
She put on her sexiest red lace underwear, the set he had gotten her for their anniversary. Slowly, the stockings were rolled up over her slender legs, one by one. He wanted her to look her best, and she did not want to disappoint. A low-cut, short black cocktail dress completed the ensemble, and she felt sexy and confident when she put on her black pumps and looked in the mirror.
You can do this, Rachel, she thought and took a deep breath.
The door opened. Richard came into the bathroom with a huge smile on his face. “You look amazing, honey,” he said and kissed her. “They’re going to be so jealous.”
“Why?” He was wearing an expensive cologne, and the smell made her shiver. “They all get a taste.”
“And you get to live out your fantasy.”
She nodded. She had never thought it would happen, but he had decided for her. It made it easier; she could go into this without feeling guilty, but she was painfully aware that her performance tonight was about more than her pleasure. If his guests were not properly serviced, it could reflect poorly on her husband.
“Excited?” he asked and pulled her closer. His fingers found their way up under her dress. She wanted to answer, but only a surprised moan escaped her lips as he pushed the lace panties aside and slid two fingers inside her. “I think you are. You’re soaking wet, my love.”
She rested her forehead on his strong shoulder and enjoyed the short moment of intimacy before the guests arrived. His fingers knew her pussy well, and she let out a frustrated sigh when they disappeared.
“Just a taste, honey,” he said with a grin. “I’ll let you get ready.” He kissed her again and left the room.
Her heart pounded in her chest, both from her husband’s teasing touch and the knowledge of what was about to happen. She could hear cars arriving outside as she put on makeup and lipstick.
“Welcome, gentlemen!” Richard said and spread his arms as if he were a circus presenter. “Happy to see the five of you were up for a little high-stakes poker!” He took Rachel’s hand and pulled her forward. “Tonight, the service level will be extraordinarily high. My lovely wife Rachel will ensure that you’ll never go thirsty or lack snacks.”
The men applauded as Rachel served champagne. They were all successful, well-dressed men, and they nodded politely as they took a glass from the tray. Richard smiled. “But she won’t stop there. Do with her what you want. She will ensure that you’re properly … taken care of if and when you are knocked out of the game.”
The men looked at each other with pleased grins. All eyes turned to Rachel and her curves, and the polite men immediately started testing to see if Richard was telling the truth. They were not crude men; their hands grazed her soft hair and their gentle fingers traced her lovely buttocks, but they did not try to hide the ravenous look in their eyes.
Rachel bit her lower lip to quell the growing arousal. The night had barely begun, and she was already loving every second of it.
The poker game was soon underway. Rachel brought snacks and ensured that no glass remained empty. She did not speak, it was part of the deal, but she could not help but let out tiny shrieks of surprise and joy whenever one of the men started groping her. They grew cockier as more and more of the rare whiskey was consumed, and it soon felt like Rachel was running a gauntlet rather than serving snacks. Hands snuck up under her dress, her breasts were fondled and groped, and their eyes swallowed her body.
She was nothing but a piece of meat with no free will.
She could not refuse them.
It was perfect.
“Yes! Take that, Rick!” one of the men laughed as he won a big hand. He gestured for Rachel to come closer. “I think I deserve a little attention after a hand like that.”
Rachel did not answer, nor did she look at her husband. This was exactly what she had expected, hoped for, and also been nervous about. The man pulled his chair out and gestured for Rachel to come closer and sit astride his lap.
“Grind for me, girl,” he said and squeezed Rachel’s butt.
She obliged. Her hands rested on the man’s shoulders as she rubbed her pussy against his thigh. The others cheered and laughed as Rachel’s cheeks and chest became flushed. They knew her as a pillar of the community, a respected woman of renown, and now she was moaning as she left a wet stain on the tailor-made pants.
This is so hot, she thought. She soaked up the compliments from the men, all directed at her husband.
“I’ve never seen a body that fine,” one of the others said.
“Then let’s see more of it,” Richard responded. “Take your dress off … slave.”
Rachel had never been called something that degrading, and she loved it. She got up from the man’s thigh and slowly pulled her dress down, gyrating her hips as sensually as she could. She kept her underwear on, but there was enough naked skin to entice the grateful crowd. Knowing that they all wanted to ravage her made Rachel feel appreciated, even if her body was all they were interested in.
Half an hour later, the first of the six players had to see his last chips disappear. He leaned back in his chair and shook his head, but the disappointed frown soon vanished as Rachel gently took his hand and led him into the other living room.
“That’s what I call a consolation price,” he said when Rachel knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She gently pulled his cock out of his pants and licked her lips before kissing the tip. That he was the mayor did not matter. She took the half-erect cock in her mouth and felt it harden. She could hear the poker game carry on in the other room, but for now, her focus was on pleasing the man in front of her. She went slow at first, allowing her soft hands to travel up and down his thighs, occasionally traveling across his buttocks.
I could get used to this, she thought as her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft. He grew every time her lips journeyed back and forth, and the composed man soon started groaning. He grabbed her hair and pushed deeper until Rachel started gagging, but she refused to pull away. Instead, her fingers started fondling his balls and taint.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he said, clenching his jaw.
Rachel could feel his muscles tense. Before she had time to react, his massive load filled her mouth, and she struggled to swallow it all. She could feel it trickling down her chin and onto her breasts, but it did not keep her from looking up at him with submissive, grateful eyes.
“Richard’s a lucky man,” the mayor said and patted Rachel on the head. She stayed on her knees as she watched him get dressed. He said goodbye to the others and left.
One down. She walked over to the full-length mirror nearby and adjusted her hair, using a paper towel to wipe away some of the cum before stopping herself. She wanted the others to see what awaited them. A few stains remained on the bra and chest, and it made her smile. My badge of honor for a job well done.
Two more men were knocked out of the game. Two more cocks were sucked to completion. Richard and the last two all had huge stacks of chips, indicating that it could be a long night, but Rachel was having the time of her life. Whenever she passed the table, hands explored her body, and on Richard’s order, she took off the underwear and stockings, leaving her naked except for her heels.
The game was intense, but the men never let a chance to grope Rachel slip by. During a short break, she leaned in over the table to reach an empty bowl when one of the men, Richard’s coworker Nick, slapped her hard on the butt. Rachel let out a cry of surprise, but the stinging pain soon gave way to a wave of pleasure.
“Oh, I think she liked that,” Richard laughed.
Another slap. Rachel rested her breasts on the table and allowed herself to embrace the sensation. She looked up at Richard who was sitting in front of her. They smiled at each other.
“Such a fine body,” Nick said. His fingers rested on Rachel’s butt before sliding down and in between her legs. A breathy moan escaped her as he slid one finger, then two, inside her.
God, this is so humiliating, Rachel thought, but no part of her wanted to stop it. This was her fantasy. Bent over a table as men stared at her, her body being used for entertainment while it trembled with barely contained lust. Her pussy was soaking wet and offered no resistance as Nick pushed his fingers in deeper and deeper. The day before, she had met the same men at a fundraiser and exchanged pleasantries while sipping champagne, and now she was moaning loudly while their hands groped her all over.
Her body started tensing up. She could not hold it back. It was going to be a big one.
She screamed as she came, her hands scratching at the green cloth on the table. Laughter from the amused men mixed with her lustful whimpering as the orgasm rolled through her. She staggered to her feet, her cheeks blushing, and the game commenced while she tried to clear the table with her legs barely able to carry her.
Rachel was in the kitchen when she heard a shout of disappointment from the living room. A subtle smile creased her lips as she walked into the room. Richard was still in the game, his stack had increased noticeably, but there were no chips to be seen in front of Patrick, their neighbor. As before, she took his hand and led him into the other living room, but he had managed to get into the final three – and that deserved a little extra.
Rachel knelt before the man as she removed his pants, but instead of taking his cock in her mouth right away, she got up and pushed him onto the black leather couch. His eyes opened wide as she crawled onto him and started kissing his neck while her hand gently stroked his cock.
“I … wow … Mrs. Winters …” Patrick’s breath smelled of whiskey, but a night of playing and drinking had not impaired his blood flow. He became rock-hard in Rachel’s hand, and she enjoyed the small semblance of control it gave her. “Are … are you enjoying this?”
She smiled at him and winked. Richard had instructed her not to speak, and she was an obedient wife. She moved down, taking his cock in her mouth for a bit, making sure to produce plenty of saliva.
Patrick was about to explode when knelt astride him and slowly lowered her pussy onto his towering erection. She took her time, letting the tip of his cock enter little by little. But Patrick did not remain passive, and he soon grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her buttocks rested on his thighs. “Ride me hard, Mrs. Winters,” he said with a smile.
Rachel obliged. She moved up and down his shaft with determination as he groped her firm breasts. It felt forbidden and dirty, mostly because she played racquetball with Patrick’s wife once a week, but it only added to her immense enjoyment. He felt big inside her, and when he came inside her a few minutes later, she was ready for more.
Rachel slid off the softening cock and leaned back on the couch as a blushing Patrick got dressed and left without a word. Rachel let out a pleased sigh as her fingers slowly rubbed her clit; not enough to bring her to orgasm, it was not her place to do so, but just enough to keep her fire going for a little longer.
It would soon be time for the finale, after all.
She stood next to Richard when he won the final hand. She could still feel Patrick’s cum trickling down her inner thigh, and there was still dried semen on her breasts and face from the earlier blowjobs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby mirror.
You look like a slut, Rachel, she thought to herself and felt nothing but pride as she looked at the smeared lipstick and messy hair. She felt free. She was being who she was meant to be. This was living, this was the Noble Hedonism she’d read about.
“Damn, Richard, you’ve been on fire tonight,” Nick said and leaned back in the chair. “Or maybe we’ve been distracted by the … service.”
“Maybe that was my intention.” Richard laughed and slapped Rachel’s ass. “I’ll leave you to enjoy your 2nd place trophy.”
Nick shrugged. “Why don’t you join me? I think poor Rachel needs a little attention, and fucking your wife in the ass in front of you would be an amazing consolation price.”
The two men talked back and forth, and Rachel felt herself getting turned on at the prospect of being double-teamed. She had never tried it before, and it lit a fire in her to be talked about like a sex toy.
The two men took their pants off and stood next to each other. Rachel got on her knees once more, taking turns sucking the two massive cocks. The moment Nick’s cock was hard enough, he grabbed Rachel’s hair and yanked her to her feet, forcing her to bend over the poker table. The chips scraped against her breasts as he entered her, filling her until she felt like she could not contain him. Intense, primal pleasure shot through her body as he started thrusting into her, harder and harder. Richard crawled onto the table and sat down in front of Rachel’s face, placing his legs on either side of her. He held her hair and pushed her mouth down upon his familiar, hard cock, ramming it deep down her throat.
Fuck, this is intense!
Rachel had never been fucked like this before. It felt like Nick kept growing inside her, but he was not satisfied yet. Rachel felt a burst of fear when Nick took his belt and tightened it around her neck, pulling it as if she was a wild horse being broken into. The sensation was incredible; she struggled to breathe, but it only made the beastly thrusts even more intense.
“Think you can tame her?” Richard said and laughed, pushing his cock even further down Rachel’s throat to add insult to injury.
“We’ll see.”
“AAAAhhhhhAAAAH!” Rachel cried out when Nick pulled his cock out of his pussy and inserted it into her asshole. It slid in without much effort, aided by her secretions, and her body started shaking from a mix of discomfort and maddening lust.
The belt tightened.
The cocks hardened further.
She was a piece of meat, used for their pleasure, and it felt better than she could have ever imagined.
Richard yanked her head back and looked her in the eye as he shot his load all over her face. Her face was red, and the veins in her neck pulsated against her skin, struggling to deliver blood to her brain. Shortly after, Nick groaned as he came inside Rachel’s asshole. He stayed inside her, dominating her body.
“What a wonderful evening,” he said and laughed, still balls deep in Rachel’s ass. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
Richard nodded. “I think we might have to.”
Nick finally exited Rachel, who slumped down on the poker table; she was exhausted and spent, covered in cum and snapping for air. The belt was still tight around her neck, but she did not move to take it off, not yet. Her body shook from the overwhelming experience, and she was still lying there when Richard returned after saying goodbye to Nick.
“Did you have a nice evening, honey?” he said, stroking her hair. She nodded. No words could describe how she felt.
He removed the belt and kissed her neck. “That’s going to leave a bruise. Don’t you have an important meeting tomorrow?”
Rachel nodded again. She did not want to worry about tomorrow, she just wanted to stay in the moment a little longer.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Richard said. “I hope you’ll join me.” Don’t mind if I do.
THE END
