"Such a sweet mouth," praised Pierre. "Good girl. Keep doing it like that."
Laura continued to move her head up and down on the pole. Occasionally, Pierre would press down on her head urging her to take it deeper into her mouth but there was only so much of it that could fit. Frequently, he praised her and constantly caressed her hair, cheeks and back.
"Look up at me," he commanded. With dread, she raised her eyes to see him smiling down at her, knowing how obscene she must look at the moment with her mouth stretched wide with his massive member disappearing past her lips as she knelt naked between his legs. A wave of shame washed over her and she felt herself blush deeply again.
Eventually, he placed a hand on either side of her face, lifting her off his cock. She obediently kept her eyes on his as she felt the bulb slip past her lips. "Remove my trousers," was his next command.
With her hands still trembling, she fumbled with the belt but eventually managed to unbuckle it. The button was more difficult but it too finally came undone.
Then, she carefully pried his pants down his legs as he lifted himself in the chair to assist her. She removed his shoes and socks and slid the pants completely off, leaving him naked from the waist down.
His erection stood high and proud as his hands helped her stand. He turned her away from him and had her straddle his legs. She closed her eyes in shame knowing what was to happen next. As expected, he placed his hands on her waist and slowly lowered her, guiding her sex to his waiting cock until it was fully embedded in her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the tip graze across her cervix.
With his hands, he started her in the familiar up and down motion until she finally started moving at the desired tempo. It was only at that point that she mustered the courage to open her eyes and subject herself to her husband's disapproving glare.
She did not receive disapproval or even a look from her husband. She should not have been surprised by what she found when she opened her eyes, but she was shocked nevertheless.
Steve was kneeling between the legs of a quite naked Monique and had his back to his wife. Monique smiled over the top of his head at her, causing her to blush again as she realized that Monique was watching her husband impale the slavegirl over and over again. Steve's head moved up and down slightly and it was clear that he was servicing his mistress.
Laura glanced away in embarrassment but found her eyes drawn back to look at Monique. Her mistress was beautiful. Even though Laura was not attracted to other women, she could not help but admire the succulent looking breasts swaying deliciously on Monique's chest and the dreamy smiling face that was right above them.
As if to tempt Laura, Monique raised her right breast and tilted her face down until she was able to kiss her own nipple. Then she lifted her head momentarily and blew a kiss to Laura, sending unwanted thrills through her captive body.
Monique leaned forward again and drew her nipple into her mouth, suckling on it tenderly as her eyes continued to lock on Laura's.
The whole scene seemed too surreal for the young housewife. She had never been interested in other women before and yet, here she was, thinking about how erotic and desirable Monique was. She had never felt a desire to share her husband but she was finding herself thankful that he was providing pleasure to her mistress. And she had never felt a desire to be with another man yet, here she was with Pierre's huge shaft buried deep in her sex with Monique looking on approvingly.
"What will become of us?" she wondered. Her attention had been on Monique this whole time and she had barely even looked at Steve. When she did, however, she noticed that his hands were cuffed behind his back. She wondered what was going through Steve's mind at being so captive and wondered if her mistress would possess her so completely at some point.
At that point, Monique lifted Steve's head and Laura could see that he was also blindfolded. For some reason she could not understand, a new erotic thrill surged through her body causing her to almost climax.
Monique pushed Steve down until he was lying on the floor on his back. Laura watched Steve adjust his arms to accommodate his bindings and then watched her beautiful mistress rise to stand over Steve.
Laura was a whirlwind of emotions as she got to see Monique in all of her naked glory. Her breasts were full and firm, standing proudly on her chest and were clearly larger than Laura's own. Her waist was narrow and her belly was toned, giving her a beautiful hourglass shape. And her legs seemed to go on forever, making her statuesque. She looked like a goddess to the impaled slavegirl.
Monique stood facing Laura, smiling lovingly at her. Then she crossed the room to stand in front of her slavegirl. Her hands claimed the two bobbing breasts and she held them tenderly as she leaned down to kiss Laura. For some reason that Laura did not understand, she willingly parted her lips at the first touch of the kiss and participated eagerly and passionately. She also arched her back, pressing her breasts more tightly into Monique's grip as if making an offering of them.
"You are such a perfect little slavegirl," breathed Monique into Laura's ear.
"I will enjoy owning you." Laura could only moan softly at the gentle words and didn't even flinch at the reminder that she was now the property of this woman.
Monique returned to Steve and lowered herself onto his waiting cock. Steve felt the velvety warmth engulf his shaft and almost climaxed immediately. It would take every bit of concentration to keep from cumming until allowed.
Laura watched her mistress impale herself on her husband's cock and felt another thrill rush through her own body. Then she watched as Monique leaned forward and let her pendulous breasts hover over Steve's face for a moment before letting the nipples graze softly across his lips. Laura moaned softly at the erotic sight of her husband being possessed and teased by their mistress.
Steve also moaned at the same instant. He parted his lips and captured a nipple, suckling on it greedily. This again brought him close to climax so he focused on multiplication tables to take his mind off of what was happening to him.
Laura watched as Monique straightened up again. She saw her mistress reach out and grip Steve's nipples, twisting them slightly back and forth. Steve groaned and bit his lower lip as Laura heard Monique warn him. "Don't you dare cum until you have permission." Laura moaned again.
Monique twisted her body slightly to allow Laura to see Steve's cock as it slid in and out of her. Laura was in a quandary at that point. She was fascinated by the glistening rod that was captured in Monique's sex but her eyes kept returning to her mistress' beautiful breasts and her stunningly gorgeous face.
Her eyes kept moving from one erotic sight to another until Monique reached out and ripped the blindfold off of Steve.
"Look at our other pet," she instructed Steve. He turned to see his wife impaled on her master and saw her body damp with perspiration and flushed with wantonness.
"Cum for us now, little ones," Monique commanded. Simultaneously, four bodies climaxed together to a chorus of moans. Steve felt like he pumped gallons of sperm into his partner and felt her milking gallons more out of him as her sex clenched again and again around his cock as her orgasm continued.
Laura moaned loudly and felt her head loll to the side as her climax overwhelmed her. She went limp as Pierre's seed erupted inside of her body and was like a rag doll as Pierre continued to lift her and lower her on his cock to prolong his own pleasure with her body.