This is the second part of a story that I foolishly categorised as Loving Wives, as I didn't think it fully met the BDSM criteria. However, given the derision the first part received there, I have reluctantly classified it as such, although I think it a bit tame for BDSM. As with the first part much of it however, is based on past events, with slight literary licence.
As she re-entered the guest bedroom, she dropped one of the condoms on the dressing table, and opening the second, placed the condom in her mouth. She knelt by the side of the bed, pulling the duvet from covering the naked Angus. She admired both the shape and form of his partially tumescent cock, as well its denuded beauty. Angus started to rise from his slumber as she stroked the shaft to hardness. As it almost reached its full firmness, she opened her mouth and delicately capped the head with the condom, and with her lips holding it tightly slid the rubber down the shaft, a trick she had mastered when working in Germany.
Angus groaned with pleasure, and Jill climbed on top of him, grasping his cock placed it at the head of her cunt. She smiled back at Angus as his face registered considerable satisfaction as she took all of him. He admired her body, especially her large tits, the nipples already hard and extended, as the they moved fluidly in harmony with vertical movement of her twat up and down his shaft. As she gradually increased the pace, he raised his hips to gain greater entry and grabbed her hips as he started to match her pace.
He preferred to fuck without a condom, the sensitivity was heightened without but the tightness of her canal, despite its lubrication, ensured he was enjoying this start to the morning.
"Good morning, slut", where his first words to her since waking.
"Good morning, Sir," she demurely replied.
Holding her hips, Angus flipped her over onto her back, Jill responded by wrapping her legs around her back, bucking back strongly to his thrusts, allowing him greater depth of access. Jill was enjoying the fucking as his pace fastened, she felt the head throb and as Angus gave one final hard thrust, she felt him spunk inside her. Thank God for the condom she mused as his head gently throbbed insider her, sending at least four or five further waves of spunk out.
Angus relaxed nuzzling between her breasts, his hands released her hips, now marked red where her had dug his fingers in, his left hand moved to tweak and pinch the engorged nub. As Angus softened, and then fell out of her pussy, Jill removed the condom with her mouth, some of the jism escaping into her mouth. She always savoured its taste, she looked up toward Angus' eyes, and realised he was watching. She smiled at him, as she took the condom in the fingers of her left hand, squeezing the remaining remnants of his ejaculation into her mouth. She closed her mouth, allowing the spent spunk to collect on her tongue, and then opened her mouth to present herself to Angus.
"Swallow," he commanded.
Jill gulped and swallowed, thanking him, then proceeded to cleanse his still sensitive shaft. She discovered some sperm still held at the edge of the urethra, and with her tongue pressed at the entrance, Angus flinched at her sudden probing. Jill then engulfed the shaft in one swift movement, something she, and as she found her men, appreciated her skill and dexterity. As it started to harden, she released the shaft, and looked up almost lovingly, at Angus.
"Naughty Sir, you ready to go again?"
Jill eased her hand up and down the shaft, pulling back on his foreskin, her other hand cradling his balls.
"Perhaps in a moment, my little jouet sexual," he replied, as her gently stroked her blonde hair.
"You're such a decent fuck," he grabbed a handful of her hair, and gently shook her head, "I wish I owned you. I would love to complete your training so you could be a fully-fledged submissive whore."
"Perhaps Sir could arrange an usufructuary agreement," she giggled, "this dirty slut would be more than happy to oblige Sir with such service."
Jill moved up his body, kissing and caressing his stomach and chest, licking his nipples, then his neck and ear lobes. Angus moaned with satisfaction. She was however, reluctant to kiss him on the lips, as she was unaware of whether Angus appreciated the taste of a used mouth. Angus slid his hand across her flat stomach and cupped her mound.
"You are an obedient slut aren't you," he complimented her as her realised she had shaved her mons veneris bare.
He adjusted his position so that he could put one, then two fingers into her accommodating snatch, whilst at the same time able to bring his thumb over the anal entrance, which he then forced through the rose. He then slowly rocked his hand back and forward, to which Jill responded by matching his movement with her hips. Angus, as Jill was increasingly becoming aware of was his habit, started to increased the speed of rotation. She responded and felt the warmth of an orgasm starting to emerge and spread from her pussy, with her breath rapidly shortening. Angus recognising the approach of her orgasm, gave three last hard thrusts into both her pussy and anus, then rapidly withdrew them. Jill gasped at the suddenness of the withdrawal, and looked pleadingly at him.
He simply presented his moistened hand to be cleaned. Jill looked at him quizzically, almost admonishingly, but took the hand in her mouth. As she cleaned his fingers, Angus forced his thumb then the two remaining fingers into the mouth, she was now struggling to take all his hand. Angus tested her capacity further by pushing further in, and as his fingers tickled the entrance of her throat and epiglottis, she started to gag. With his other hand he steadied her by holding her throat, not overly tightly, but sufficient to keep her in place. His fingers were pushed further into the edge of her throat, and the mouth still struggled to widen sufficiently to take all the hand in. Jill began to retch uncontrollably, but he still held her firmly in place, savouring her discomfort. As spittle erupted from her orifice, and as she began to tear up with tears soon starting fall down her face, Angus admired her perseverance and capacity. He allowed her to cough and retch for a further moment or so, but to which Jill seemed an hour or so, and then eased his hand out. He cleaned it in her hair.
"Good girl," he patted her head, "soon you will able to take two cocks there."
Jill bent over double, still coughing and retching from the onslaught with her tears still cascading down her cheeks. She managed to recover her composure, and knelt before him on the bed, her faces streaked with mascara and spit covering her face.
"I hope so Sir, thank you, it may take a little while."
"It won't. Now go and clean yourself up, you look a mess."
Jill sloped off the bed, and without thinking walked into the main bedroom to use her normal bathroom, rather than the ensuite in the guest room. Too late she realised her mistake, as she saw Steve, now lying under the duvet and minus his work clothes, laughing as she walked in.
"Sounds like a decent workout you're getting," Steve responded, as she noted that he was obviously wanking his cock under the duvet.
