Our Happy Slave (5/?) {Redman} {MF md Rom} 

(c) October 2000 

Authors Note: I would be interested in any comments or 
corrections that readers might care to share with me. 
I can be reached at redman@seductive.com. 

Also, this work is not intended to be read by minors. 
If you are not legally an adult in your country or 
culture, please do not read it. This story is a work 
of fiction. Everything in it is a product of my own 
imagination and does not represent the way that anyone 
of any age should be treated or to represent a norm of 
acceptable behavior. 


Our Happy Slave 5/?


My wife loves to watch foreign films. Anything with 
subtitles. The fancier the clothes, the better.

I come in on Sunday afternoon from working outside, 
hot and sweaty. I gulp downed a bottle of something 
cold from the fridge, not even bothering to see or 
taste what it was.

I can hear the whispering of French from the TV/VCR in 
our cool, dark living room. I sneak quietly inside to 
see what silly girl-thing is going on. There on the 
couch, facing away from me, I see my two girls. They 
are sprawled naked, legs splayed in opposite 
directions. Even before I got close enough to smell 
them, I heard them both groaning nonsensical foreign 
phrases. I voyeuristically watch as they frig each 
other, moaning to the rhythm of words neither 
understands.

My wife sees me and gives me a leer. She looks like 
she has already cum once and is working fast on 
another. It's obvious from my wife's eyes that she has 
a taste for cunt at the moment, so I leave them alone 
to their playings.

-----

After I take a long, relaxing bath I lay, naked and 
clean, dozing on the big bed. I wake slowly to the 
sensation of my wife slavering over my thickening 
shaft: her eyes round and glassy, her body loose and 
relaxed just in from her lezzie games. "Thanks for 
letting us finish, " she groans appreciatively. "That 
girl is delicious." Her near exhaustion made the 
workings of her tongue feel even sweeter.

Ever since I saw them, my body has been pulsing. I 
think about their fingers in each other's warm 
pussies. I think of Connie licking hungrily at my 
wife's breast - at her cunt. I think of them 
whispering in French and I want to cum explosively on 
their faces.

I think my wife was surprised at how quickly my shaft 
hardened. I know she was surprised when I tossed her 
limp body to the head of the bed and grabbed both 
ankles to spread them widely. But, she gave me a look 
of knowing acceptance, understanding my urgency even 
if she didn't have the energy to reciprocate.

I fucked her hard and fast. It was like fucking into a 
big, fluffy pillow. A big, fluffy pillow that stroked 
my face and cooed encouragement. I fucked her loose, 
exhausted cunt and she held me against her as I came, 
my head pressed against her large, wonderful breasts.

As I relaxed in her arms, she drew my face to hers and 
kissed me between my eyes and on my nose. She had the 
smell of pussy on her face, and now she also reeked of 
my sperm which had begun to drip out of her. She gave 
me another knowing leer and told me, "Now go away you 
nasty man. You both have worn me out."

I know it was petty of me, but when I rose up off of 
her, seeing her tousled, sweat-streaked hair and my 
cum dripping from her snatch, I felt proud. I felt 
like a lion that had marked his territory once again.

It's good to be the king

-----

I piddled in the computer room, still restless and 
still feeling a little silly. I was thinking about 
logging on to check my e-mail when I heard Connie 
humming happily in the dining room. My cock responded 
like a divining rod. I suddenly wondered if there 
might be something to this need to mark my territory 
after they had been playing together. To stake one's 
claim. To plant one's flag, both metaphorically and 
physically.

I found Connie bending over the dining room table 
wiping it down with a rag, stark naked. Her round 
bottom quivered as she wiped and any thought I had of 
anything less than conquest was banished. I grabbed 
her lustily around the waist while thrusting my rock-
hard prick in between her slightly parted legs. 

She bolted upright, surprised. It was only a moment 
though, before she wiggled her ass against me and 
squeezed my thick dick between her thighs.

"What kind of girl do you take me for, Monsieur" she 
teased in a fake French accent.

"I take you for a naked little cunnie slave whose cunt 
needs to be fucked - and often," I growl. She squealed 
as I turned her around and pushed her backward onto 
the table. Her thighs parted rapidly and she grunted 
wantonly when I penetrated her. 

Connie tried crossing her legs behind me but found she 
didn't need the leverage. I was already deeply 
pounding her. Instead she used her heals to kick me in 
the buttock, spurring me like a mount. She threw 
herself backward as she arched her hips forward. She 
tossed her head from side to side and began a deep, 
throaty incantation.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your cunnie slave. Fuck me. 
Fuck your cunnie slave. Fuck me dammit. Fuck your 
cunnie slave."

When I came, it was breathtaking, but I was stroking 
so roughly that it came as a glancing blow, like the 
Titanic scraping itself off on an iceberg. She had 
stretched out her legs in her own violent orgasm as I 
shot my first, hot wad into her. I was trying to 
thrust so hard into her for the second, final spurt 
that I ended up tumbling backward, falling flat on my 
ass.

I couldn't get up. I was too exhausted at the moment 
to move. As her legs finally relaxed she drug herself 
back towards the middle of the table until all I could 
see was her knees, swaying like palm trees in the 
breeze. I knew that she was clenching her thighs 
together as they swayed, basking in the after-fuck-
glow. 

After a while, as I regained my breath, I heard her 
humming contentedly to herself. I imagined my cum 
dripping slowly out of her well-fucked snatch: our 
juices mingling on the table in a puddle.

I hummed a little contentedly myself. One well-fucked 
wife on the bed. One well-fucked cunnie slave on the 
table.

It's good to be the king.