Chapter 4

"Laura, when Brick gets to just before his deepest penetration, I want you to start swallowing, almost as if he's food, keep swallowing and swallowing. Brick you have to pull out after a half minute to let her catch her breath, then she can start again. It gets easier and easier as her esophagus get stretched. It's essentially a hollow tube, but it's between the spinal cord and the trachea, so it's space limited, but the trachea can move out of the way."

Laura nodded, breathing deeply. I started my probing again. Jeri started saying, "Swallow, swallow, swallow, good girl, swallow," as I reached my previous deepest penetration. I got down to six and a half before I had to pull out. The next time, seven, the time after, seven and a half. She was almost there. Her throat was bulging from my cock. Phillip was goggle eyed.

"Remember, Brick, cum on her face," Jeri said before I entered the stretch run.

I nodded and pushed forward, Laura swallowing frantically. Her throat was so tight, stretched around my cock. I could feel her muscles squeezing, trying to force my cock down. Almost, there.

Phillip groaned and climaxed, spontaneously shooting his cum in the air, splashing on the end of the bed, not touching himself, Jeri glancing at him in surprise. I pulled out, letting Laura gasp for breath, then pushed in again, going down easier this time, enough for a couple thrusts, then back. Down again, three thrusts this time. Then four. Knowing I had enough for now and letting my orgasm build. Up, down, Laura's throat working, tugging my cock down, ready.

Pulling up and out, and releasing, a flood of cream exploding over Laura's face. Spurt after thick spurt coating her sweet countenance. Phillip groaning and spewing more of his cum out, still not touching himself, dribbling cum on the floor now, no force behind it.

Jeri said, "I'll get a towel."

"No need," I answered. "Phillip clean up the mess on Laura's face."

"Yes, Master."

Moving to Laura, Phillip lapped up the huge amount of cum on her. As he licked it, his cock got harder, even after his orgasm. He licked until only saliva glistened on her face.

"He didn't touch himself?" Jeri asked, confirming.

"No, it's why I had him stand there so I could keep an eye on him."

"And this has been happening every time he watches you fuck his wife?"

"Once even when he could only hear me fucking her. He was fastened close to the floor and slept on the dog bed."

"I'd like to see it again."

"You don't mind if I fuck Laura this time, do you?"

"Fuck it. Go ahead."

Laura got me hard again. It didn't take me long. I hadn't had much sex today either.

"Phillip, you don't have permission to cum. I will whip your cock and balls ten times with the flogger each time you cum. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master," he moaned.

"Laura, you may cum as much as you wish."

"Thank you, sir."

I fucked Laura doggy style for ten minutes, driving hard into her tight cunt. As per usual, Laura became vocal.

"Fuck me with your big cock, Master. You make me feel so good, I'm cumming, sir. You fill me like no one else. Fuck me harder, sir. I'm so full. I'm cumming again sir."

I rolled over taking her with me, so she was riding me reverse cowgirl, letting her drive. There wasn't much difference, except she fucked me harder than I had fucked her. Her vocalizations remained the same. More of the same, actually. Louder and throatier. Ten more minutes of that (during which Phillip had another spontaneous ejaculation), and I flipped her on her back, put her legs over my shoulders and arms and long stroked my dick into her. Laura loved this position. She always loved this position.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, sir. Fill my slutty cunt with your cum. Cum inside me, Master. Make me your slutty, cum filled bitch."

Fifteen more minutes of that and Phillip blew another load. I figured I'd messed with my ex long enough and unloaded another full load in Laura's drenched pussy. When I pulled out of her, sperm was leaking out of the gaping hole I'd left behind.

"Clean that up, Phillip. That's ten strokes with the paddle, and twenty with the whip. After Laura is tidy, get them both for me."

"Yes, Master."

Jeri watched Phillip lick the dripping cream, shoving his tongue deep inside to scoop the cum out. He delayed as long as he could, by continuing to lick, even giving Laura two more orgasms. Finally, I told him he was done.

He stopped and brought back the paddle and flogger. I told him to bend over the bed for his spanking. He'd already felt the paddle once tonight. He was ready for that. The whip scared him. I'd never used it on him before. He stoically took the ten swats of the leather paddle, his ass once again red.

"Will it hurt, Master?" Phillip asked.

"Probably. It is the intent of a flogger. Spread your legs further apart. I want a better shot at your cock and balls."

Phillip spread them in obedience, even as he pleaded. "Please don't hurt me, Master. Give me forty more with the paddle, sir."

"If you didn't want to be whipped, why did you cum without permission."

"I couldn't help it, sir. You saw me. You saw I didn't touch myself. Please, Master, I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Do I need to gag you, bitch boy?"

"No, sir."

I gave him ten strokes to his back, five more to his sore ass and the back of his legs, and taking something off of the next five, five strokes to his dangling ball sack and still stiff pecker. He flinched and cried out, but realized that in the greater scheme of things, he'd gotten off easy. He thanked me profusely.

"Go use the bathroom, and take a shower. I'm done fucking Laura for the night. I'm going to leash you to your bed again."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

As soon as he was gone, Jeri said, "If I hadn't seen it, I don't think I'd have believed it. Did you love your fucking, Laura?"

"I always love it when Master fucks me, Miss Tyson. He's the best lover I've ever had."

"God, I sure do miss those fuckings," Jeri said. "They made my day."

"Why don't you fuck him, Miss Tyson," Laura said. "I'm sure he's got another couple fuckings in him tonight, if not more, and he already said he's done with me for the night."

"News flash, honey; we're divorced, or annulled, which is the same as."

"Did you fuck him before you were married?" Laura asked.

"Yes," Jeri replied carefully.

"Then it seems like marriage isn't a prerequisite to fucking, Miss Tyson. News flash; I'm not married to him either. No one who's fucking him is married to him."

"Did you put her up to this?" Jeri asked me, though she was smiling.

"No, I'm just glad you came and heard me out. I had no ulterior motives, although I'm glad I had a chance to see you again under semi-civil conditions."

"Why did you invite her, Master? I kind of wondered myself."

"Meet Dr. Jeri Tyson, psychologist," I said. "She doesn't specialize in these types of cases, but I thought her input might be helpful."