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By *ordlad OP Man
5 weeks ago
Wrexham |
I never thought it would go this far. Not really. Not until the night she made me kneel in front of the mirror in nothing but the new lace panties she’d bought me and whispered, “Look at yourself, baby. This is who you are now.”
My name used to be David. Now she only calls me “Princess” or “my little slut.” Sometimes just “it.”
It started slowly. A pair of her softest panties left on the bed with a note. Then the first time she made me wear them under my clothes to work. The way she smiled when I came home hard and ashamed. The night she locked my cock in a tiny pink cage and told me that if I was good, maybe the neighbors would let me out.
The neighbors. Mark and Jason. The two fit guys next door who’d always been friendly, always lingering a little too long when they saw her sunbathing. I used to get jealous. Now I get hard just thinking about them looking at her… and at me.
Last Saturday she finally decided I was ready.
She spent two hours preparing me. Shaved me smooth everywhere. Plugged my ass with the biggest plug we own until I was whimpering. Painted my nails soft pink. Did my makeup carefully—smoky eyes, glossy lips, a little blush so I looked pretty and fuckable. Then the outfit: a tiny white crop top that barely covered my nipples, a short black skirt that flared when I moved, white thigh-highs, and heels I could barely walk in. My caged cock strained uselessly against the lace panties underneath.
“You’re going to be such a good little whore for them,” she said, adjusting my collar. The one with the ring that said Property of the neighbors. “They’re going to use every hole. And you’re going to thank them for it.”
When the doorbell rang my heart was hammering so hard I thought I might pass out.
She opened the door in nothing but a silk robe, already half open. Mark and Jason stepped inside like they owned the place. Both of them already hard in their jeans. Both of them looking past her straight at me.
“Fuck,” Mark breathed. “You weren’t kidding. He’s gorgeous.”
Jason just grinned and closed the door. “On your knees, sissy.”
I dropped. The heels made it awkward. My skirt rode up. They could see the plug and the pink cage.
My wife stood behind me, fingers in my hair, forcing my face up. “Tell them what you are.”
“I’m… I’m your wife’s sissy slut,” I whispered. “I’m here for you to use. Please use me.”
They didn’t need more invitation.
Mark unzipped first. Thick, already leaking. He rubbed the head across my painted lips until I opened. The taste of him flooded my mouth as he pushed in deep, holding the back of my head. Jason circled behind me, lifted the skirt, and pulled the plug out with a wet pop. Cold lube dripped down my thighs a second before his cock pushed in hard.
I moaned around Mark’s cock as Jason filled me in one long thrust. My wife watched, robe open now, fingers between her legs, smiling like she’d just gotten everything she ever wanted.
They fucked me like that for a long time—Mark using my throat, Jason stretching my ass, switching whenever they felt like it. They made me thank them every time they bottomed out. Made me look at my wife while they used me. Made me beg for more.
When Mark finally pulled out of my mouth and painted my face, thick ropes across my cheeks and tongue, Jason was still buried deep, grinding. He came with a groan, flooding me, holding me down so I couldn’t pull away.
My wife stepped closer, wiped a finger through the cum on my face, and fed it to me.
“Good girl,” she whispered. “Now clean them up. Then we’re going next door. They’re going to take turns on you all night while I watch. And tomorrow… tomorrow we’re going to tell them they can use you whenever they want.”
I licked both of them clean on my knees, makeup ruined, ass leaking, cock aching in its cage.
And the worst—or best—part?
I couldn’t wait. |
