Trophy Husband Ch. 8

Amanda grabbed my hand, pulled me towards the bedroom, and lifted her head to whisper low in my ear. “You’ve been such a good, submissive boy lately, but I wanna see how bad you can get.” She growled. “I want you to use her, abuse her, and tear her apart. You both deserve it.”

“She just wants to watch,” I replied, my cock thickening.

“Until she begs for it,” She stated haughtily.

She led me through the room’s threshold and jumped on the bed, her back against the mattress. I stood at the edge before her as she grabbed the inside of her thighs. Her arms pressed her bikini-clad breasts together, squeezing their flesh against the pentagram straps even more as her hands clasped the inside of her thighs, and she bent her legs up to rest her feet on my abs.

“Take off your shorts.” She ordered sweetly.

I dropped them, revealing my throbbing cock for her. My eyes glanced to the side where Steffi had joined us, leaning against the threshold. One hand was still behind her back; I could make out a priceless look of lust and jealousy on her face.

Amanda had set her knees perpendicular to her body, pressed my cock between her soles, and pumped back and forth slowly.

“Fuck.” I whimpered. “Mommy, you can’t- I’m gonna-”

“No. You’re not allowed to cum yet.”

My head fell back as I stared daggers into the ceiling, completely overwhelmed with sensation. My abs tingled and spasmed with every motion of her feet.

She’s going to drive me insane.

I could barely make out what she whispered. “I want you fucking feral.”

“Fuck.” I exhaled deeply, jerked my cock back from her feet, and grabbed it with one hand to stroke it slowly.

The pleasure was still there, but by riding the edge of my orgasm and focusing, I could keep from losing everything of myself. I vacuumed my stomach, sharply inhaled through my teeth, and as I pushed through my hell, cum deluged out of my cock and onto her feet. I dropped my head back down and watched her delightfully wiggling her toes.

“Ughhhhhhhh-”

I kept riding the sensation, on the knife’s edge and about to fall. I locked eyes with her, my mouth dropped open, and I came without cumming. She hypnotized me, and the sight of her pushed all my buttons and froze me in my tracks all at once. I instinctually obeyed her, the core of my soul only wanting what she wanted.

I’ve come this far without coming before; right now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind: I don’t have to.

All I have to do is cover her feet with cum.

The last of my non-climax flowed like a river onto her body, past her bikini bottoms, and splashed between her breasts.

“Good fucking boy.” She snarled with a smile that would’ve killed a lesser man.

Amanda dropped her legs and held out her hands. I took them immediately and pulled her off the bed to stand her up. She whirled around me and shoved me hard onto the bed. I landed on my ass, my arms supporting my torso, and I pushed myself up onto the bed, knowing she was about to take what was hers. Having–understandably–deflated to half-mast, I became painfully erect in an instant as I watched my wife. She caught all the straps around her hips with her thumbs and shoved them down her legs in one smooth motion. She stepped onto the bed and straddled me: squatting down, she reached between us. She positioned my hard cock at her entrance and slammed her ass down, enveloping me at once.

Her feet were flat on the mattress as she fucked me hard, and I wailed to the ceiling, frozen with pleasure as she used me to get off. She unceasingly fucked me fast and furiously, only stopping to bellow as she came hard.

She folded her knees down and sat on my lap calmly as she recovered from her orgasm; I looked over to the side and saw Steffi. She had not only dropped her panties down to her ankles and begun fingering herself, but her other hand had reached up into her shirt to palm her small, petite breasts.

“Oh fuck.” I whispered.

Amanda looked over at her and beamed. “You filthy little girl, are you getting off watching us fuck?”

Steffi met her eyes and nodded nervously.

“Come here.” Amanda gestured to the bed. “Get closer.”

Steffi looked at us and then looked down at her feet for a second, contemplating her compliance. She looked back up at Amanda, then me, and visibly melted. Having decided she was along for the ride, she crossed her arms at her hips, then grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. She squatted onto the floor, unsteadily untied her military boots, and slipped out of them before she stood and kicked her panties to the side before coming over to the edge of the bed, where she stopped and stood before us.

“Good girl.” Amanda purred.

The girl clenched her eyes shut, and her hand crept back underneath her skirt. Her eyes snapped open, and she gasped as she came within seconds.

“Good girl!” Amanda said again, delightfully surprised.

“Really?” Steffi’s eyes refocused and looked at Amanda.

“Oh yes, darling. You look so pretty when you cum.”

Steffi blushed bright crimson and placed the fingers that were just inside her into her mouth.

I want a taste, too.

Amanda chuckled, then rocked back and forth on my cock a few times before she leaned to the side and hopped off. She held her hand out. I took it, and she pulled me up to sit. Then, she sat herself on the edge of the bed. I knew what she wanted, so I clambered off the bed and stood beside Steffi, who trembled in terror.

“Just watch,” I whispered.

Amanda pulled her knees to either side of her body and spread her hole wide open for me. I leaned forward and fell inside of her with a grunt.

“Oh my god,” I growled with pleasure, almost cumming instantly.

I leaned back to take a breath and looked over to Steffi, who locked eyes with me, looking like she was about to cry.

“What’s wrong? Are you not into it?” I asked her softly.

“I am, I am, I’m just-“ Her head jerked side to side as tears welled in her eyes. “So horny.” She whined as she pulled her hand out from between her legs, spread her fingers, and displayed the thick translucent cream that coated them.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“I- I-“ She stuttered and shivered.

“Use your words,” I said firmly.

She looked down at where my cock met Amanda‘s pussy. “I want you to fuck me.” She whispered almost imperceptibly.

“I told you she would beg for it.” Amanda moaned as I thrust into her again.

“Are you a good girl?” I asked Steffi.

She nodded slowly, her mouth gaping as she looked at my cock slowly pulling in and out of Amanda.

“Good girls beg on their knees,” I said.

Her head snapped up to me, and her breath caught in her throat. She dropped to the floor.

I tilted my head and looked down at her with a wide grin. “Good girl.”

I pulled out of Amanda, and she held her legs suspended in the air. I took a few steps back and pointed at the ground in front of the bed before me with my head. “Come here.”

Steffi crawled on her hands and knees and fit her tiny self between my legs and the bed before spinning around and sitting flat on the floor. She leaned her back against the bedframe and her head against the mattress, just underneath Amanda‘s pussy.

“Open your mouth.”

She opened as wide as she could, and I slipped the tip of my cock between her lips. I fit my head inside her mouth and felt her tongue eagerly swirl around it before I pulled out again. I looked down at her, and she looked up at me with amazement.

“It tastes so good!” She giggled.

“I know.” I smiled. “Here, have some more.” I stepped my legs forward to either side of Steffi’s body and pushed my cock deep inside of Amanda, who squealed with happiness.

After a few thrusts, I pulled out again, bent my knees slightly, and dropped my cock in front of Steffi‘s face.