I placed my mouth around this fake penis, which was going to get absolutely no enjoyment out of this, and bobbed my head back and forth. This caused the shoe that was dangling below me to gently rock back and forth, tugging at the clover clamps pinching my nipples, causing me a great amount of distress. I started moaning due to the pain.

“Oh my God! He’s really getting off on this. exclaimed Nicole.

“I told him he can use lubricant whenever he wants but he seems to always want to give his lover a blow job. And trust me - he’s not getting off anytime soon.”

The both giggled.

I tried desperately to get enough spit in my mouth to give it some lubrication. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as the dainty pump tugged at my nipples. I couldn’t simply suck on the fake penis, I had to face fuck it. I had to please it like I was its 20 whore.

“Ok slut, I think that’s enough foreplay. Now fuck yourself.”

I slowly pulled my mouth away from the penis, making sure my lips didn’t wipe off any of my precious spit. I could see the lipstick stains against the base. Would I ever see lipstick stains against the base of my penis?

I quickly turned around and backed up into my lover. My legs were kept apart by the column. I reached behind me and pulled my panties to the side. I backed into my lover until he had just entered me. I put my other hand on the floor and pressed in a little more. I gasped as I felt the intrusion. I pulled out a little bit and pushed back again, this time a little farther. Each time I did this I let out a grunt. I repeated this scene until I felt my ass cheeks pressed into the column. I felt impaled, violated, humiliated, and completely filled with lust.

I slowly rocked back and forth, just far enough out so my lover didn’t come out, and all the way back in. The pain was excruciating. I could feel myself starting to sweat. I was moaning and gasping uncontrollably. I could feel my face contorting. I was bucking faster. My knees hurt. My nipples hurt. My ass hurt. My cock tried to swell. I was humiliated beyond belief. I looked up and saw my wife pour herself another cup of coffee. Spit came out of my mouth. I was nearing exhaustion. I could hear the tinkle of the spoon against the cup. I could feel the sweat bead up on my nose. My ass was on fire. She took another sip of her coffee. I was making totally incoherent noises as I was loosing total control over my body except for the wild bucking of my hips. She gently placed her cup back on her saucer and casually sat back in her chair.

After a short pause she just stated, That’s all.”

I pulled myself away from my intruder and collapsed on the floor in a heap of contorted flesh, my body racked with pain and exhaustion. I curled up into the fetal position before these two beautiful women feeling totally humiliated. A snap of my wife’s finger brought me back to reality and quickly kneeling where her pointed finger instructed.

She gently removed her stiletto pump from the chain between my nipples. She very gently removed the clamps from one nipple. I cringed in pain and she gently rubbed my nipple as the feeling rushed back. She reached for the other clamp and I instinctively pulled away. She gently pulled me back and removed the other clamp. I gasped and held my tight fists by my side. She gently massaged my nipple, the sensation was overwhelming.

“You’re not going to humiliate me in front of my friends again are you? she gently asked.

“No Ma’am I replied.

“You’re going to treat me with courtesy and respect from now on, aren’t you? she lovingly asked.

“Yes Ma’am I replied.

She stopped massaging my nipple and patted her lap. I crawled over and placed my head in her lap. My arms wrapped around her calves and I held them like a teddy bear. She gently petted my head while she and Nicole continued their conversation. I was facing Nicole. I didn’t want her here. I didn’t want to face her but I didn’t have a choice. My wife had brought me to a new level of submission. Every time Nicole would look at me my eyes would turn to my wife’s lap. It was difficult look away, the natural place for my eyes to look was directly at Nicole. I felt like a little boy.

She was a beautiful woman dressed in causal elegance normal for a Saturday morning. I was dressed like a slut. She was sitting casually on the loveseat I purchased, no different than any normal person would. I was kneeling before my wife with my head in her lap being petted like a dog. I couldn’t help but notice the spot on her stylish boot where I had painstakingly licked some sort of goo off. She moved her foot around as if to punctuate that she knew I was starting at it. I noticed her glancing at the red patent leather fuck me boots locked on my nylon clad feet. She was enjoying the sensation of hot gourmet coffee. I couldn’t get my mind off the burning, yet empty sensation in my ass. Her jeans concealed what I knew to be a very sexy pair of legs. My tiny pink French-maid outfit had ridden up my leg revealing my fuchsia panties. I saw her wry smile before I quickly glanced away trying to pull my dress down. She looked over at the column which was still displaying the object of my debasement and I knew things would never be the same between Nicole and I again.

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