Bride with strings attached (closed for Beautiful_Sub)

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Thomas Grayle
Age: 27
Height: 6"2
Weight: 140 lbs
Eyes: green
Hair: brown

Tom came from an old family, with all the education and pedigree that the Grayle name provided. His father was CEO of a large investment company, but Tom always refused his father's offers to work for him. He felt that the duty of following in his father's footsteps belonged to his older brother James. Unlike Tom, James was more than happy to work with his father.

As soon as he graduated he applied for a junior executive position with a high-tech company, and he got it without any issues. It wasn't his name that got him the job, but rather his self-confidence and keen business sense. His employer trusted him entirely and always appreciated the contribution Tom brought to the team spirit in the company. Everyone loved him and trusted him. He was great with people. He was happy where he was, and had no plans to climb the ladder. This gave him time to spend with friends and play guitar with the band every Saturday. Not many executives had time for things like that.

When he met Hannah, he was hooked. Their dating period was short and intense, leading to a beautiful wedding at the end of summer in the grand family home. Everyone had thought that it wasn't like him to make such an impulsive decision to marry so soon. But everyone could see how well they fitted together.

Tom had no hesitation to marry her, which seemed strange to him, and quite out of character. Having said that, throughout the wedding ceremony and party he felt that Hannah kept wanting to tell him something. She almost began to say it a few times, when they were constantly interrupted. As wedding parties go, this was not unusual.

They had planned to spend the wedding night in a hotel on the outskirts of the city, and then catch a plane the next day for Hawaii. Hannah had insisted that they book a flight in the evening of that first day, but never said why. Tom had a feeling that she wanted to do something before their flight, even if she never said what that was. Maybe that was what she kept wanting to tell him. Her face changed each time she attempted to tell him.

As the morning came and the sun peaked through the curtains in their hotel room, Tom got up first and looked at Hannah as she slept for a few seconds, taking in the beautiful sight. He smiled and then jumped in the shower, wondering what Hannah kept wanting to tell him.
 
Hannah Grayle

Age: 25
Height: 5"5
Weight: 128 lbs
Eyes: greenish brown
Hair: light brown
Bust: Full B almost C cup

She started to wake when she heard the shower starting. Today was officially her first day as a married woman, something she thought would feel very different. It didn't though, unless you count the crushing weight of guilt. For the past three years Hannah had been involved with her college professor. Even after her meeting Tom and graduating the affair continued. Hannah loved Tom. She knew this and until she finally spoke those vows she could easily ignore the hold her Professor had over her when with Tom. She was herself, light bubbly and optimistic around Tom but when he called Hannah answered.

Yesterday, was the day she was finally going to come clean about the whole thing. It just never happened. Now she was lying in bed with her new husband in the shower wondering how to tell him her dark secret. She was amazed he hadn't already found out. Tom wasn't dumb by any means. With the wealth of his family and their sudden engagement and marriage she was sure one of his relatives would have loved to hire someone to investigate her thinking she was after his money.

But, that never happened like it does in most soap operas. Hannah sat up onto her elbows and took a deep breath wishing her life had been scripted and that Tom would find out from someone who wasn't her. She looked at her phone noting the time and then stepped out of bed.

"I can't make it. I'm starting my honeymoon today!" she began to write in a text to her professor. Hannah was supposed to meet up with him before she left for the airport, his idea not hers. He knew she had been dating Tom. He knew she was marrying him and none of that mattered to him. The professor knew what he wanted and went after it, something that he and Tom had in common and probably what drew her to Tom in the first place.

Hannah sent the text off and started on her next text ."I'm telling him today. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry"

She heard the shower stop as she hit the send button. Hannah had tried to break what ever this was off before, obviously with no success. As much as she wanted to blame him it was as much her fault as her professor's. Hannah loved the sex. She was practically addicted to it. She smiled remembering some of the naughty things he had gotten her to do like sucking him off in his car while Tom was only a few houses away practicing with his band.

She began to stretch her body and act as if nothing was wrong. Her phone would chime soon enough like it always had when she tried to stop fucking her professor. Hannah expected it but it hadn't chimed yet. When Tom stepped out of the bathroom she felt relieved for a moment.

"Maybe he's finally accepting this." She mumbled under breath as she noticed her phone still hadn't chimed yet. Hannah was the most relaxed she'd ever been since becoming engaged. Maybe she didn't have to tell her husband about her affair at all. Maybe one day, years from now she'd look back on this whole thing and laugh.

She flashed her new husband her perfect smile before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Good Morning Mr. Grayle!" she wrapped her arms around his waist before giving him a nice deep kiss. "How does it feel not being a free man anymore?" Hannah joked tossing her phone on the bed and heading into the bathroom to get cleaned up herself.

"I was thinking that maybe we could still catch a later flight? Maybe spend some time in this nice cushy bed. I promise not to scream your name too loud. " Hannah shouted from the bathroom as she prepared to hop into the shower. She could use the bit of rest after such a hectic wedding day. She still had thank you cards to write out for wedding gifts as well as picking up the special film for her camera. Photo's of Hawaii would make the perfect addition to her portfolio. The new photography firm who hired her wanted to see more variety in her work before giving her an official job at the agency.

When she finally stepped into the shower her phone finally chimed. Hannah thought she'd brought it into the bathroom with her but like a klutz left it on the bed.
 
Tom smiled widely as he watched Hannah head into the shower. He took a long look and shook his head, taking in the new situation he was in. "Wow, I'm freakin' married!" he thought to himself. That would take some getting used to. All his friends were shocked to hear he was getting married, knowing how independent he was. This was something he liked about Hannah as well. Being a photographer, he knew she would have to travel and be away for long periods of time. He was fine with that.

His thoughts were interrupted by Hannah's phone chiming. Without even thinking, he picked it up off the bed and read the message on the screen from some guy called Prof. Reed: "Bring him to me today after 1pm. He most certainly needs to know and accept that you belong to me. Do not wear any panties today!"

"What the fuck is this?" Tom asked aloud as he squinted, not believing his eyes. "Must be a joke!" he thought and placed the phone gingerly on the bed where he found it.

He walked to the dresser and took out the hair dried from the drawer. The warm air in his hair seemed to make his brain accelerate as he tried to make sense of the message. "I should read her other messages..." he thought. "No, that's too intrusive. I need to give her a chance to tell me herself... I'm no snoop!" he went on, shaking his head. Surely there an explanation.

As he placed the hairdrier back in the drawer and fixed his hair, he heard Hannah come out of the shower. He smiled at her, and then blurted:

"Hun, you received a message on your phone! I read it by mistake..." he said tentatively, and blushed. "Sorry about that... Ummm... can I ask you... who is Professor Reed? And... why is he saying that you belong to him?" he asked and sat nervously.
 
Hannah's face grew as pale as a ghost when she heard those words leave his lips. She nervously tried to shrug it off and then reached for her phone. As she read the message from Reed her heart began to race.

"I guess you'll find out soon enough. " Hannah sat down on the bed beside him. Taking a deep breath she began to tale the dirty details of her secret. "Reed is an old college professor of mine."

Hannah made sure to keep her eyes focused on Tom before the next bit left her lips. "And, I do belong to him. Now, before you freak out, just listen to me. I love you Tom. I do." She tried to give him a kiss but then pulled back feeling that it wasn't right for the moment.

"My body loves you as well it's just that. I don't know what it is. He has a hold over me . " Hannah took another deep breath. "The sex we have, err um the sex we've had keeps me coming back to him. It was a tangled web before I even started dating you sweetheart. It only got more addicting to me after it actually. I loved the way he wanted me and the things he's made me do even though he knew about you and I. You should also know that I've tried to end this on more than one occasion. Today is one of those."

She waited for his response to the news and instead of pacing herself she began to go through her clothes trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Telling Tom the truth felt a little better, least she wasn't hiding it anymore. Hannah threw on a light flowered sundress and began to brush her long hair. Even though Tom had been sitting right there she made sure not to wear panties just as Reed had requested of her.

What he was planning was a complete mystery to her. Reed had never asked to meet Tom before. He obviously wasn't going to let their relationship end and secretly Hannah didn't want it to either. She could feel her nipples grow a little hard at the thought of fucking Reed again, about feeling his hands on her body and most of all the amount of emotion he would show when he finally 'punished' her for trying to end their affair again. The punishments were never really considered as punishments to her anymore since she had managed to cum at the end of them.

Now things were probably going to make a lot more sense to Tom. Like the night she missed one of his business parties to catch up on school projects. The night was really her being ravaged by Reed until she could barely stand anymore. She made sure to make it up to Tom within the days that followed though. Every time she felt guilty for sleeping with Reed she only poured more of herself into sex with Tom. Letting him have whatever he wanted in bed to make up for her dirty little secrets.

"What's going through your head Hun?" She asked sincerely as she picked up her phone and began her response text to Reed.
 
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Tom listened to her in stunned silence, holding her gaze as she explained what was going on. He felt dizzy and his mouth was dry as he listened and tried to register what she was saying.

"I do belong to him." she said. It wasn't just what she said, but how she said it. The pitch of her voice was slightly lower than usual, and for some reason he felt a stirring between his legs as she said it looking in his eyes. He swallowed hard.

She kept talking, but his brain was stuck at "I do belong to him". It was as if she was speaking from a great distance. But then she said she had been with Professor Reed before they even dated. He shook his head. "But that means he fucked her the whole time we were together..." he thought, and suddenly felt a pain in his sternum.

And she went on: "I loved the way he wanted me and the things he's made me do even though he knew about you and I."

His curiosity about what he made her do turned the pain he felt into arousal. She said something else and then got up to look for clothes, leaving him with his mouth open. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out. He looked at her as she took off her towel and put on a flowery dress. He noticed she didn't put any panties on, as the Professor commanded. "She does belong to him! She just confessed she's been cheating on me the whole time, and still she obeys him!" he thought, suddenly aware of his raging hard on.

Her question woke him up as from a trance: "What's going through your head Hun?" He could not believe how seemingly casual she was about it. He found that so attractive.

"I... I don't know what to say..." he began, shifting his position as he tried to hide his erection from escaping from the folds of his bathrobe. "I mean... it's not what I expected to find out on our first day as a married couple, obviously!..." he said and cleared his throat, raising his eyes to look at her, suddenly aware of her hardened nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. It was subtle, but visible, and his cock throbbed. "She's turned on by this!" he thought.

"I mean, I didn't expect that you would belong to me after we were married... That's not what marriage means to me... but the thought that my wife belongs to another man... that she's someone else's sex toy... is... well... very unusual. And fucked up. But, I always knew you were unusual. That's what made me fall in love with you!... And it still does!" he said and stood, immediately regretting the move. His erection pushed against the fabric of the bathrobe, exposing his arousal.

He turned towards the window, knowing that she probably saw it.

"It's crazy, but the fact that you're turned on by this is very arousing..." he said, more to himself. "I mean... you've been his little whore all this time. You are his little whore... Wow..." he went on and cleared his throat, and then said: "If you're texting him now... ask him if he allows me to fuck you!" he said suddenly, his arousal clear in his tone.
 
Hannah raised her eyebrows at his comment "Wait, What?" she asked taken back by his candor. "Are you serious?" she asked Tom before she halted writing her text. The fact of the matter was that she had never really thought about that. Reed didn't care as far as she knew but then again she never brought up whether or not Tom was allowed to sleep with her.

"You're not serious Tom!" Hannah huffed and then walked into the bathroom out of poor shock. She walked right back out of the bathroom within seconds realizing that there wasn't anything she needed in there and began to pace back and forth.

She could clearly see his hard on peeking through his robe and giggled to herself. "Really? This makes you horny?" she asked herself even more in shock than she had been before. "Not what I had expected." Hannah blurted out not really knowing how to respond herself. She began to write out her text again. She looked at Tom again and then back to her phone. "We'll be there or at least I will, around two." Hannah typed out on her phone and hit send to Reed.

Hannah then walked over to her new husband, reaching her hand between the loose knot tied in his robe. When she felt the width of his shaft in her hand she looked into his eyes. She was turned on by this also something Hannah could tell Tom knew already. When he called her Reed's whore she only got more aroused by the name instead of offended by it. Hannah gripped Tom's shaft in her hands for a few more seconds before she began to stroke it slowly.

She let her head fall against his chest as she nibbled on the soft pillowy feel of her bottom lip. "Something tells me that you don't need his permission to fuck me." She took his hand, guiding it between her cleavage. "My nipples are hard." Hannah said firm and confidently.

"Feel them!" She urged him to. Hannah started to slowly pull the top of her dress down. When he gave the tiniest bit of hesitation she grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her nipples. Giving a deep sigh, enjoying the way he felt against her skin Hannah began to speak again.

"I'm going to meet him later today Tom" she said stepping seductively out of her dress as she did. "I rather it be with you by my side than not". She stood there fully nude in front of him. A slight rush went through her body as she thought about how good it felt to see Reed after just having slept with Tom. It was a different kind of naughty that was for sure. The fact that Tom was still standing there in front of her gave her hope enough to believe that they could make it through this.
 
Tom couldn't help a smile as he witnessed her shock at his response. He was known at work and in his family to be very difficult to scare. When his team went into meltdown over some new insurmountable obstacle he always kept his calm and saw a way out, even when his seniors were ready to throw in the towel. It was why he was constantly offered a higher position.

When she walked into the bathroom to hide her shock, Tom almost laughed in amusement, but his face got serious when she came to face him. She watched her send a text and then walking towards him. As she reached for his cock and began to stroke it, he groaned. Her hand felt amazing on his aching cock. When she guided his hand between her breasts he smiled again: he loved it when she took what she wanted.

"My nipples are hard. Feel them!" she told him, and then took his hands to place them on her breasts, making him smile as he felt her hard nipples.

But then she stepped out of her dress and told him: "I'm going to meet him later today Tom. I rather it be with you by my side than not". She stood there naked, waiting for him.

"Of course I will be by your side!" he said as he admired her beautiful body, and then took his robe off. "You are my wife, even if you are his fuck toy!" he said and moved towards her, taking her nipples between his fingers and squeezing lightly.

"Before, he fucked someone's girlfriend, now he's gonna fuck someone's wife! That's a whole different ball game, isn't it?" he said and leaned to kiss her deeply while one of his hand drifted over her tummy to reach her wet pussy. He moaned as she noticed how wet she was.

Her phone chimed and a new message came: "Good girl. Did you tell him? What did he say?"
 
Hannah heard her phone go off and simply ignored it. She knew who it was. She had a good idea of what he wanted to know. That would have to wait for now. Hannah was wrapped up in her husband. Tom had brought something to her attention. She knew it wasn't normal to be turned on by this, turned on by being shared.

Hannah cinched her thighs close together keeping Tom's hand trapped there between her legs. She continued their kiss, grinding and rubbing her pussy against the palm of his hand. Her fingers ran through his hair. "You're incredible!" she whispered softly. Then taking his arms and wrapping them around her waist, Hannah turned her back to him.

She stood close to his body. The back of her head rested on his chest as her ass pressed seductively and firmly against his cock. She wasn't sure if this was the kind of wife Tom wanted. All she knew was that she wanted to be the best one she could be considering the situation.

"You're sure about this?" Hannah asked sincerely, staring into the mirrored dresser in front of them. She wanted to make sure he was okay with this even though her body seemed to be concerned with something totally different. Her eyes were locked on him as she bent forward onto the dresser before her. She could feel the dresser's mirror tilt some as she leaned even closer against it and presented herself to Tom.

Hannah reached down between her legs and stroked her pussy, gently parting it's full lips so that Tom could get glimpses of her pink little "entrance". Sighing a bit, she locked eyes with him in the mirror again.

"It's okay to be a little angry with me." She moaned, almost so innocently that it gave her words a seductively suggestive tone. "Take me, Tom. We both know that I've been a bad girl." Hannah moaned again showing a side of herself that she's never shown him before. There was something about him being okay with it bringing out this more sexually charged side in her.
 
She was clearly pleased by his reaction, which even he had to admit that it was highly unusual. All the guys he knew were crazy jealous with their wives and girlfriends. He always interpreted that as lack of confidence and possessiveness on his friends' part. He challenged them constantly reminding them that their wives and girlfriends are not their possessions. His brother was also a very jealous man, and that was a constant turn-off for Tom. He thought it made his brother look weak and stupid.

Hannah woke him up from his reminiscing when she turned around, rubbing her delicious ass on his hard cock, making him moan. He caught her gaze in the mirror in front of them.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked as she looked at him. He nodded with a smile as his hands gently grabbed her hips.

Then she leaned even more in the mirror and gave him a full view of her wet pussy as she arched her back and parted her juicy pussy lips.

She said: "It's okay to be a little angry with me... Take me, Tom. We both know that I've been a bad girl."

His smile changed as he heard her words, an almost wicked grin appearing on his face. Their love-making had always been sweet and tender, and this was totally new. It was as if she just unlocked a door that he had assumed was tightly locked.

He reached out and began to caress her perfectly formed ass cheek, running his fingers more firmly than he usually had before.

"I am angry!" he said as he bent his fingers, running his nails on her skin. "I'm angry you didn't tell me sooner. We lost so much time we could have had fun with this!" he said and moved to her side. He raised his hand and landed a slap on her ass, enough to leave a sting and make her body jerk forward.

"And yes, you've been a very bad girl, and the trouble is... I'm not sure you really wanted to stop being a bad girl!" he said and spanked her again, his cock throbbing with each blow. "You still want to fuck him, don't you? You still want to be his obedient whore, don't you?" he asked and moved behind her, and suddenly pushed his whole length deep in her pussy with a loud groan.
 
Hannah tilted her head back when he caressed her hips. Her eyes closed and she started to moan. At that moment Tom was unpredictable to her. Not like he was ever really predictable before but Hannah knew him. She didn't know this part of him and as his hands clawed softly at her ass her excitement clawed at her.

Hannah's legs began to tremble more and more with each swat he gave her. Gosh, her breath had gotten caught in her throat when he said that they could have had fun with this.

"Fun like how?" she took the moment to ask herself only to be brought back to the present by another sharp smack to her ass.

"You still want to fuck him, don't you? You still want to be his obedient whore, don't you?" He asked. Hannah did her best to chose the right words. The look on her face said that she had been enjoying this.

"Fu-" she started to scream out after he pushed into her. "Yes!" she moaned. Her fingers curled as she rested her hands on the dresser. "Yes! I still want to fuck him." Hannah circled her hips pushing Tom farther into her. The hand she used to play with her swollen clit was now stroking the base of his cock.

"I'm such a greedy girl. I want you both." Hannah screamed out finally coming to terms with what she was doing. She connected her index finger and thumb together so that they formed a ring. She could barely fit this 'ring' around the base of his shaft, it was so thick. But, she managed somehow and began to gently squeeze the base of his shaft. A few seconds more and she had began to slowly jerk the small bit of him she couldn't take in her pussy.

"I should have told you sooner." She said, her voice dripping with arousal. "Now let me show you just how naughty I can really be" Hannah pulled her hips forward until just the tip of him lingered inside her. Then suddenly she pressed back forcing him back into her all at once.

"Mmm." she rolled her lips over her tongue gnawing at it a little.

"Baby." She growled raising her hips forward once more until just the tip of him rested inside of her.

"I want." She slammed her hips back taking him inside her pussy once more. Then paused, watching her breasts heave in the mirror. She gave a naughty grin before blowing Tom a kiss in the mirror.

"I want it all. All that you have. Every dirty little thought you could imagine...I want for myself!" Hannah declared now starting to fuck Tom at a faster pace. His hands had been grasping her hips throughout her little speech and were now being used to keep her balanced on his cock. She interlaced his fingers with hers, raising her hips faster now.

When she felt herself nearing orgasm she decided to slow down. She flicked her hair back over her shoulder and then lifted one leg so that it rested on the dresser. This opened her more for him so that he could really "take her".
 
He barely pulled out a few inches and she pushed back taking his cock deep inside her as she answered his question: "Yes! I still want to fuck him." Her answer made his cock twitch. She made it much worse by rubbing the base of his cock as he held it in, groaning. She went on: "I'm such a greedy girl. I want you both."

His head was spinning and his mouth was dry as she went on telling him how much she wanted him... "I want it all. All that you have. Every dirty little thought you could imagine...I want for myself!" she said, making him grin. He had lots of dirty thoughts, that he didn't even dare to think he could share with his wife.

Then she flicked her hair over her shoulder and placed one leg over the dresser, giving him even better access. The sight was intoxicating. He grabbed her thigh and rammed his cock into her with deep groans.

"I didn't think you could handle my dirty thoughts..." he said and began to fuck her in rough strokes. "But now that you admitted to being a dirty little slut, maybe I will!" he said and spanked her ass.

He grabbed hold of her hair and began to fuck her steadily, pulling her leg towards him with every thrust, pushing hard against her ass, rocking the dresser.

"Everybody thinks you're so innocent... But I knew you were hiding a dirty secret... I just knew it... I knew you were different..." he said between groans and thrusts. "No woman fucks like that unless she's been fucked like a whore by a dominant man!... Tell me: when did you fucked him last. Give me details!" he said and spanked her again as he continued to fuck her steadily.
 
She gritted her teeth when he started to pull her hair and really go at her. Seems like she wasn't the only one hiding something. The entire time Tom has been keeping a deviant mind to himself. Hannah growled matching the steady pace he was now fucking her in.

"I'm not innocent anymore at least" she said with a grin. Tom had hit the nail right on it's head when he commented on her fucking skills. Three years ago Hannah was the exact definition of a "good girl". Never told a lie, sexually frustrated by virginity and the one you could bring home to mom and not feel guilty when you did.

Over the years though Reed had conditioned her so to speak. He broke the one sided vanilla view she had when it came to sex. Showed how fun sex could be especially when there's no rules to it. The way Tom was fucking her now was proof of that. He shouldn't be balls deep inside of her right now after finding out about Reed but here he was. Hannah could feel them smack up against her clit with every thrust he made into her.

As he spoke these words "Tell me: when did you fuck him last. Give me details!". She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Really? He wants to know this stuff.

"Alright" Hannah breathed out hesitating for a few seconds. "Three days ago!" She purred out , leaning even more into Tom, forcing herself to take all he was giving her.

"He wanted me to show him how I rub my pussy to you...I played with my cunt as he watched and fucked my mouth." She screamed out in pleasure, taking a moment to watch for his reaction to this. Then continued "Then we fucked. I wasn't allowed to cum as punishment for not asking his permission."

She knew Tom would be interested in what she meant by not asking for his permission and could feel another orgasm starting to build inside her. She struggled to keep her control of her body and it showed when her legs started to go weak.

"I didn't ask for his permission to rub my pussy to you. Or his permission to cum from it when I do." she finally shouted as her cum started to leak from her pussy. The act of sharing some of the dirty details of her and Reed's last session was intoxicating. It only forced more of her to come rushing down around Tom's cock when she came.

Even though she wasn't allowed to cum that last fuck with Reed, she did later when she came home nearly sexed Tom to death. Sometimes she thought Reed got a kick out of sending her home to Tom all horny and ready for fun. Lord know's he loved hearing about it next time they'd meet up.
 
Her answers to his questions made him shiver with arousal. He had suspected that she fucked him recently, and three days ago made a lot of sense given the new revelations. The image of her rubbing her pussy in front of another man almost made him cum, not the mention the image of some guy shoving his cock down Hannah's throat.

For some reason this immediately made him think of all the comments made to him about Hannah during the wedding. "Oh, Tom, she's such a sweet girl!"... "She's like an angel, Tom, you're so lucky!"... "Take care of her, Tom, she such a pretty little thing!" The memory made him grin.

He could feel her cumming around his cock as she confessed, her voice changed by her arousal and the rhythm of his merciless thrusts inside her.

"I remember that night! You were wild!" he grinned and smacked her ass. "I like what he does to you..." he commented and grabbed hold of her breast, pinching her nipple.

"I am ready to accept that you belong to him!... That you are his whore..." he said with a deeper tone in his voice as he rammed his cock inside her much harder than before, and pulled out, shooting his load over her back, groaning loudly.

"Does that please you?... Being my wife... and his whore..." he asked as he breathed erratically.
 
Hannah watched him moving behind her via his reflection in the mirror. They both seemed to be out of breath. She could feel his cum sliding down her body and used her finger to scoop it up. For the first time ever, Hannah wasn't afraid to let Tom see how much she liked the taste of his cum. She licked the droplet from her finger with a grateful smile and then answered his question.


"Please me? You should know by now I get my pleasure from pleasing." Hannah grinned and gave Tom's nice arse a smack before going to grab towels.

"Knowing that I can be a little slut for you too now, only pleases me more." She said with a semi-innocent giggle. It was truly how she felt though. Tom finally knew every part of her and she knew him. Hannah seriously doubted that their sex together would ever be just the typical ever again. There had been many things Hannah knew about pleasing a man but never showed Tom out of fear of him thinking of her as a slut. Hannah finally understood what he had meant by them being able to have had fun with this.

She tossed him a towel so that he could clean himself if he wanted and then went to wiping herself clean. Hannah had made a little bit of a mess between her legs and could feel it cooling as she moved about the room. After a quick shower she picked up her phone ready to respond to her professor.

"Good girl. Did you tell him? What did he say?" was Reed's last message.

Her message read as follows: "Yes Sir I did." she paused not really knowing how to answer the second question. Eventually she just typed out "We had sex." and apologized for the delay in her message.

It was still a mystery to her on how Reed would feel about Tom now knowing. It never came up before and whether or not he got off on their 'secret' being a secret hadn't either. The clock was now reading a quarter till one and they were more than half way across town. Reed was at least an hour in the other direction so if they were to meet him they would have to go now.

Hannah looked at her husband with loving eyes as she picked her dress up from the floor. "We should get going if we don't want to be late." Hannah proposed sounding a bit timid. Tom was going to meet her lover, owner or master if you really wanted to be exact and the idea made her more than a little nervous.

Slipping her dress on over her head and then checking herself in the mirror one last time Hannah grabbed the keys. The short walk to the hotel lobby seemed like a long one as her nerves continued to build. The entire drive Hannah couldn't stop fidgeting. She watched Tom's look of wonderment when she finally reached "their" place, the place her and Reed often met at.

As the car came to a stop Hannah took a deep breath. "I guess this is it? Isn't it?" She announced more to herself rather than to her husband. She had no idea if Reed responded to her last message since she hadn't checked her phone after leaving. Hopefully he was ready for who was knocking at the other side of the door.
 
Tom couldn't help being slightly aroused at how nervous and fidgety Hannah was as they drove to Professor Reed's house. He knew she was probably nervous because the two men in her life would finally meet face to face, and that this was highly unusual, but he at least imagined that this is how Hannah was every time she went to meet the man who dominated her.

As they drove, he couldn't get images of her down on her knees worshiping this man's cock, nervous before each encounter and how much she would be spanked, anticipating each blow with trembling and excitement. From time to time he would look at her and try to imagine the scenes.

When they pulled in the driveway, his mouth was instantly dry. This wasn't just a fantasy now. It was real. For a moment he felt dizzy and hesitated.

"I guess this is it? Isn't it?" she asked, waking him from his dizzy spell.

"Yes, that's it! Let's report to your... owner? Or master... I don't know which it is..." he said and stepped out of the car, opening her door and walking her to the front door of the imposing house.

He rang the bell and waited almost holding his breath.

After a few seconds the door opened, and a tall handsome man in his mid forties appeared in the door frame. He was impeccably dressed, his face betraying his pedigree and didactic severity. Tom had to admit he found him intimidating too.

"Hello, Professor! I'm Tom Grayle!" he said, swallowing hard and extending his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Tom! I heard a lot about you!" the professor said with a slight smile and shook his hand. "Come in!"

They were shown to the living room and invited to take a seat on the sofa, after which the professor sat on the armchair to their right.

"I understand Hannah told you about me!" Reed said, looking at Tom.

"Yes, she did. Not a lot, but she told me the essentials!" Tom answered, squeezing her hand.

"Which are?" Reed asked in his typical didactic tone.

"That she is your... That she is yours; she belongs to you!" Tom answered swallowing hard, to which the professor smiled and nodded.

"And? How do you feel about that?" he asked.

"I... I can't say I wasn't surprised... but I accept that this is the situation!" Tom said, blushing.

"Really?" Reed asked genuinely surprised. "I thought you might feel she belongs to you rather than to me, since she is now your wife!"

"I don't see marriage that way. I didn't buy her!" Tom responded.

"Neither did I. She is my sex slave voluntarily!" Reed said with a smile.

"Yes, I think I got that!" Tom said smiling slightly.

"Good! And do you want her to cease being mine?" he asked directly.

"No sir, not unless she wants to stop. I don't think she does, however!" Tom said and looked at Hannah.

Reed looked at her and signaled for her to stand up.

"Well, Hannah, tell your husband. Are you still mine? Do you still want to be mine?" he asked.
 
"Um..." Hannah stood just as Reed asked her to. The whole entire moment was way more surreal than what she had imagined. She had expected Tom to stop her before they arrived here but no here he was conversing with her lover as if they were discussing something as mundane as the weather.

For the past few minutes Hannah had sat there in silence amazed by what she was hearing and seeing. She mentally replayed all of the moments she had been here, most of them not being spent standing as she was now. Hannah could tell that there was a certain excitement coursing through Tom's veins as Reed 'interviewed' him. The professor however was a lot harder to read as always. Hannah's habit of being an avid, unavoidable people pleaser always spiked out control around him. This fact always made Hannah a little weary around Reed. If she had to guess, she would have said the professor honed in on that flaw in her personality when he chose her for a sex slave.

Hannah could tell or rather knew very well that Reed wasn't going to accept her tentative silence for much longer though. She nervously swayed from side to side trying to hide her hesitation. Then she answered. "Yes Sir. I am yours and I want to be yours.".

Her eyes never left Reed as she responded so when she saw the look of slight disappointment with her answer on his face Hannah knew what she had to do.

Hannah quickly but gracefully turned to Tom. She looked back over her shoulder at Reed and with an encouraging look from him, Hannah tried answering Reed's question again.

"Yes, I am still his." Hannah focused in on Tom and continued. "And I still want to be his."

Hannah heard Tom's answer when Reed asked him if he wanted her to stop. When he said "no" Hannah developed a new level of love for him. The fact he had no fear of loosing her to Reed gave her the same kind of bravery herself. There were many times she questioned Tom's relationship with one of the women working on his team.

It always seemed like they had a lot more in common than her and Tom whenever she and Hannah met. Hannah especially didn't like her overly appreciative touching of Tom at his business parties. Honestly, Hannah assumed that it would have only been a matter of time before Tom grew bored with her "unusual" and free spirited behaviors for Claire. Claire fit perfectly with Tom on paper. They both had father's with the letter's CEO in their job title as where Hannah's parents were just simply doctors. Top of the fields and respected but peasants really when you compared them to Tom's.

Gosh, all of those thoughts were working their way through her head as she stood there in front of these two men, her men. Hannah could feel herself getting a little light headed and then extremely thirsty. "May I pleased be excused for something to drink?" She politely but visibly uneasy asked Reed.

When he gave her an 'okay' nod she asked either of the gentleman if they would like refreshment as well. After getting their answers, she sauntered off to the kitchen leaving the two alone in the living room. For a second she had gotten worried about how Tom would feel seeing her move about Reed's home as if it was her second one. She knew he was okay with this but still, Hannah didn't want to hit him in the face with it.
 
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Tom knew how she would answer, but her reply was still surprising. There she was, his beautiful, sexy new bride declaring that she belongs to this dominant man sitting next to him. Her words made his head spin: "Yes, I am still his. And I still want to be his."

He swallowed hard as she said those words to him, and he responded with a slight smile. He could have sworn he noticed her nipples harden as she said them.

Tom observed the interaction that followed between Hannah and Reed, and noticed the dynamic. He could tell how much she almost feared and wanted him. He couldn't believe how much that aroused him to watch. As she moved away to the kitchen, he turned to Reed and smiled.

"You are a very surprising young man!" Reed said and leaned back in his chair, his hands relaxing on the arms of the chair.

Tom imitated his move and leaned back. He smiled and nodded.

"Not what I expected at all!" Reed added, expecting a reaction.

"I guess I don't like to be predictable!" Tom mused.

"Something wrong with being predictable?" Reed asked with a smile in the corner of his mouth. "You can probably predict that I'm going to fuck your wife today!"

Tom smiled and thought about what Reed said. "There was nothing predictable about Hannah's arrangement with you. I did not expect that!"

"True. But now you know! The surprise is gone. Now you can predict what will happen: I'm going to spank her, flog her, tie her up, push my cock down her throat and fuck her. And all of that while you watch!"

Tom nodded and smiled with the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I could predict all that! I see what you mean..." Tom said.

"I can predict that you're not only going to be OK with all that, but that it's going to turn you on to watch your wife being used like a dirty little slut by me!" Reed said confidently.

"You're probably right..." Tom said, aware that Hannah probably heard the last few exchanges as she entered with the drinks.

"I can also predict that you will accept my power over her body. And that you will have to ask permission from me if you want to do anything sexual with her, as will she!" Reed said as he signaled Hannah to approach.

"Well... that's what it means that she belongs to you! So you would be right again!" Tom answered.

Reed smiled and signaled Hannah to get on her knees between his legs.

"Hannah, tell your husband how much you want my cock in your mouth, and then show him!" he commanded, making Tom blush intensely and shift in his seat.
 
As she stepped into the kitchen Hannah let out a big breath of air. She needed this little moment to herself to get recomposed. Her nipples poked out through the fabric of her dress like little buttons. Normally that way any time she was near the professor but right now they were the hardest they'd ever been. Hannah took her time gathering ice into three different glasses and then preparing the drinks.

She half-listened to the conversation between Tom and Reed but instantly tuned fully in when she heard Reed describing what he was going to do to her body. Hannah cleared her throat, stumbling into the room. She stood there holding the full glasses eagerly feeling the wetness grow between her legs. She watched the water droplets that had formed on the outside of the glasses, slowly slide down their sides and could barely resist the urge to rub her thighs tightly together.

Hannah looked to Tom and blushed when Reed signaled for her to approach. She nearly dropped a glass when Reed told them they would have to ask for his permission before doing anything with her body. Hannah instantly became more aroused even though she had just heard their honeymoon was hanging on Reed's every whim.

Tom handled the moment with grace causing her to shift her body weight a little. Trying to keep her arousal under control around them was getting harder with every passing second. Hannah would die if she had to wait any longer and quickly feel to her knees. She looked over just in time to see Tom shifting in his seat and then started to crawl between the professor's legs.

She could feel her dress riding up with each movement she made. There was no doubt Tom could see her glistening cunt peeking between her legs as she crawled. He could see how turned on she had become around them when she licked her lips with anticipation. When she was perfectly centered between Reed's legs she ran her fingers up along the inside of his thigh.

Hannah smiled and then began her task telling Tom how much she wanted the professor's cock in her mouth. "I want your cock in my mouth immediately Sir. Nothing would please nor spoil me more than being able to have your hard cock down my throat."

Hannah shifted her weight so that she was now resting her ass on the heels of wedged sandals. She watched for a reaction from Tom before she started to run her naturally blush pink colored lips over Reed's crotch. She then rested her head on the inside of his thigh, while her hand caressed him through the fabric of his pants.

"Please...let me feel your cock grow harder inside my mouth. I want to make you so hard you burst for me." Hannah begged before gently sucking on her index finger. She wanted to touch herself to the image of Reed gripping her head forcing her mouth down on his shaft. Her hand started to wander dangerously close to her pussy as she thought about Tom watching Reed stuff her mouth with his rod. Her hand had nearly parted her pussy before she got back to her real job at the moment, sucking Reed's cock.

Hannah casually took his belt buckle unloose and then she unzipped his pants in front of her husband with a delightful grin on her face. Then it happened. Hannah was holding Reed's cock in her delicate little hands preparing to suck it right in front of Tom. It sent shivers down her spine as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She took her time letting her tongue flick and travel over it before the rest of his cock slowly entered her mouth. One hand held it tightly and steady for her mouth until she was sure his cock was stiff enough to keep steady on it own.

Hannah moaned taking inch after inch of his cock into her mouth again. Her hands were now behind her, resting on her firm ass cheeks while she used mouth to pleasure him. Hannah even teased Tom some by gently pulling her cheeks apart and showing him her body. Slowly up and down her head bobbed on Reed's cock.
 
Tom's body instantly stiffened as he heard Reed's command to Hannah. He looked at her and immediately noticed how hard her nipples were. He never saw them like this. You could almost touch her arousal - it was that evident.

As she got on her knees, Tom swallowed hard. "Oh fuck, she's gonna do it! She's gonna suck his cock!" Tom thought to himself, as it all turned very real. He could feel his heart beating like a large timpani drum. He looked at her crawling towards him, and had to swallow hard again as the hem of her dress raised to expose the curves of her glistening pussy.

"Fuck, she's so wet!" the thought and his vision became blurry for a few seconds. He had to close his eyes and regain composure. Instead, his hand gripped the arm of the sofa, and he squeezed hard, just as she spoke:

"I want your cock in my mouth immediately Sir. Nothing would please nor spoil me more than being able to have your hard cock down my throat."

He caught her gaze and smiled, licking his lips. She went on:

"Please...let me feel your cock grow harder inside my mouth. I want to make you so hard you burst for me." Her voice was lower than usual, her arousal all too clear in her tone, sending shivers all over Tom's body. He felt his cock throbbing desperately in his pants.

He watched mesmerized as she released Reed's massive cock from his pants, and gently took it in her hands. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he shouted in his mind, shifting in his seat. His breathing accelerated as he watched her take the head of Reed's cock in her mouth. She licked if for awhile before he watched his cock slowly disappear in her mouth.

"Oh, my God!" Tom whispered out of character, surprised that it came out.

Reed turned to him and grinned while Hannah slowly parted her ass cheeks, giving Tom a full view of her wet pussy as she slowly sucked on Reed's cock.

"Surprised to see what a little slut you married?" Reed asked.

"A little, yes..." Tom said. "It's different when you actually see it happening..."

"Yes, it is!" Reed agreed and took Hannah's head with one hand, pulling her down deeper on his cock, groaning. "How does it make you feel?"

Tom swallowed hard again, gripping the arm of the sofa.

"Jealous... aroused... very aroused... very jealous... envious..." he said between breaths, making Reed smile.

"Are you not angry with her for what she got you into? Should she not have told you?" he quizzed.

"I am a little angry... A little disappointed she didn't trust me enough to tell me..." Tom said softly.

"She needs to be punished for tricking you! I know I would!" Reed said, pulling her head down until his cock pushed down her throat all the way.

"I agree! I knew you would do that for me!" Tom smiled with the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Me?"

"Yeah... Going along with it... agreeing to this... allowing you to use her as a fuck toy... that is her punishment!" Tom explained.

"Ha! Did you hear that, Hannah?" Reed asked as he released her. "Now what do you say to that?" he asked and bent forward, giving her ass a swift slap.
 
To say that she only got a little aroused by the more her husband became uncomfortable would be an understatement. Hannah loved savoring Reed's cock between her lips. Tom being there for the experience only made it more incredible. The vane side of Hannah really got a kick out of that. Having two men, grow harder while watching her was a great little confidence booster.

She drew her tongue in long strokes up and down the professors shaft as he and Tom spoke. When she caused Reed to groan she fought the need to beg him for more. Hannah was a girl who could get off just on the moans and groans men make when her tongue did something right. Then the two men took a turn in their conversation. Hannah could hear the hint of aggression in Tom's voice when answering Reed about his feelings on the matter.

"I am a little angry... A little disappointed she didn't trust me enough to tell me..." Tom said softly. Instantaneously Hannah began to have second thoughts about Reed's cock being down her throat. Her once fluid movements started to become more panicked while she sucked Reed's cock.

"She needs to be punished for tricking you! I know I would!" Reed said. Hannah wasn't stupid and she knew Reed. She would have dropped his cock from her mouth right then if he hadn't held it down her throat. Hannah couldn't believe Tom was throwing her to Reed purely out of spite. At least not by his own thinking. It was obvious to her with the questions Reed had been asking that he was baiting her husband.

It felt like Reed had cast some spell over Tom that was causing him to act this way. Tom was giving Reed the permission to "punish" her for not telling him? Only hours ago he was fucking her and getting off on this secret she kept from him. When the professor speaks of punishment in that tone, she knew not expect the really fun kind.

"Yeah... Going along with it... agreeing to this... allowing you to use her as a fuck toy... that is her punishment!" Tom explained. Hannah started to gag on the cock that had gotten her into this whole mess. When it felt time for her to answer the professor's questions, she had plenty to say.

She rolled her eyes at Reed and then turned to her husband. "Really? This is how you feel Tom?" Hannah asked rubbing her ass where Reed had just given it a swift smack. There was still some need to please them both, Hannah couldn't deny that fact. It kept her from voicing just how angry Reed made her by his suggestions. She wanted Tom to be happy with her but now that feeling had turned into anger when he volunteered her for Reed's "Disciplining" program. She knew what that meant and maybe Tom didn't but when he smiled with the corner of his mouth Hannah knew Tom had some idea of what to expect at least.

"I think that is a great idea Sir." Hannah smiled wickedly at Tom before willingly taking Reed back into her mouth. Hannah was going to take what was going to be giving to her in stride just to get Tom back. It didn't matter how scared the unknown was making her on the inside. She wasn't going to show it. Hannah smiled even more when she noticed how Tom kept moving in his chair.

"Trying to hide a hard on perhaps" Hannah thought to herself taking more cock into her mouth. "Maybe Tom would like to help you tie me up Professor?" Hannah asked with a grin. It was a chance to make Tom writhe even more in his chair and she continued

"Seeing how this is my punishment for lying to you sweetheart. It should be only fair you have a helping hand in the matter!" Hannah smirked knowing how her words affected her husband.

Then she asked Reed "What do you think Sir? Should my husband gift wrap me for you? Tie his wife up like a good and proper fuck toy should be?"
 
Hannah's responses made both men smile wickedly. They were both pleased, even if Reed did furrow his brow at her requests and suggestions, as if he hadn't expected any input from her. The idea was to his liking, so he let that slide.

"Since punishment is what she clearly needs, I will allow it!" Reed answered, and pointed to a table in the corner. "Get the rope, would you?" he asked Tom.

Tom nodded and stood, walking towards the table as shown. Reed stood and helped Hannah to her feet as well. He zipped up his pants and took her by the hand, taking her near a long black dining table. As Tom returned towards them with the rope, Reed moved behind Hannah, slowly took the straps off her shoulders, and then in a swift move pulled down her dress, leaving her naked.

"Wow!" Tom exclaimed, startled by Hannah's sudden nakedness. His eyes went to her hardened nipples, especially when Reed took them between his fingers and squeezed.

"Wow indeed!" Reed agreed and turned her towards him, with her back to Tom. "Bring the rope and loop it around her breasts and arms, pinning them behind her!"

Tom thought for a second about what he meant and then placed a loop over her head, just above her breasts, running it under her arms, under her breasts, and then coiling it in zig-zag around her arms, pulling the together and pushing her chest forward. After he tied the rope at her wrists, he moved to her side to check his work, satisfied that her breasts were squeezed between two strands of rope.

"Well done!" Reed said smiling. "You're a natural!" he said and took her nipples in his fingers, squeezing and rolling them.

"It's not everyday a husband ties up his wife to be fucked by someone else!" Tom mused.

"Indeed! Now bend over the table!" Reed said to Hannah as he helped her rest her breasts on the cold surface of the table, and spreading her legs as much apart as possible. "Tom, you can check to see how wet she is!"

Tom looked at him in disbelief and then moved behind her and began to rub her pussy lips with his fingers. They were so slippery, that his two fingers quickly found their way inside her cunt.

"Well?" Reed asked with a grin.

"I've never seen her so wet, sir! Amazing!" Tom said as he slowly finger-fucked her.

"Be honest now: how do you feel about your wife right now?" he asked unexpectedly, allowing him to continue moving his fingers inside her.

Tom thought for a few seconds. "Honestly?... I feel she's a whore! My wife's a whore!... And I love it!" he answered with a grin.

"Do you still love her?" Reed asked.

"Yes, sir, very much!" Tom answered without hesitation.

"And you still want her punished?"

"Yes. Yes, I do!" he replied in a single breath.

Reed grinned. He signaled to Tom to pull his fingers out of her, and then he showed him the chair. After Tom sat down, he moved to Hannah's side.

"I'm going to spank you now! You've been very bad and you deserve it! I want you to count out loud!" he said, and then began to spank her ass with increasing strength, waiting for her to count out loud before each stroke.
 
Hannah gave a disappointed moan when her husband pulled his fingers free of her pussy. She would never tell Reed this but there were a few things Tom knew about her that he didn't. Tom knew how to play with her pussy. Hannah took the moment to reminisce about Tom's finger fucking skills until Reed broke her train of thought.

"One!" Hannah counted out loud seemingly confident enough. The first swift swat to her ass whistled through the air and actually wasn't as bad as she imagined it to be.

Afterward Hannah thanked Reed for the swat and began to count aloud again. "Two!" she counted out this time noticeably a little different than the first time. Her eyes winced in anticipation of the next swat. It seemed like it took forever and then she felt the stinging sensation of Reed's hand colliding with her ass.

"Thank you Sir!" Hannah yelled out feeling just how much more Reed put into that second swat to her ass then he had in the first swat. She wanted to look at her husband to see how he was reacting to all of this but with the way he had tied her up made it impossible.

When it was time for her third swat Hannah hesitated on counting it out loud. She could feel Reed's eyes on her though and quickly shouted out "Three!". This time Reed's swat to her ass sent her sliding forward across the table's cool surface. It was barely even an inch of movement her body made but that was still too much. Hannah could feel Reed's hand gripping the ropes that caressed her skin and yanking back, yanking her back to the edge of the table where her ass lingered raised and poked out for punishment.

She could tell her arse was well on it's way to being painted pink with Reed's strikes when she thanked him for that last one. Her pussy was now dripping with wanton need and begging to be fucked. The need only increased as the professor continued to punish her. Hannah smiled to herself knowing that her husband was enjoying this. She wondered how he would feel when it came time for her to be used for sex. Hannah pictured her husband so hard and wanting her so much that they may not make it back to their room before making love.

Then she counted out "Four" for the professor to swat her and the smile turned to a frown. The strike sent shivers of burning tingles through her body. She really wanted to shed a tear and fought hard not too. By the fifth swat her confidence was visibly shaken. She hoped that it wasn't much more she had to endure but then again that was up to Reed now, wasn't it!
 
Tom held his breath in expectation of the first strike. Even though he saw it coming, he still gasped as Reed's hand struck Hannah's beautiful ass cheek. He had to shake his head to believe what was happening. They first day as a married couple, and his new bride is tied up and spanked like a whore in heat by another man.

The second blow was a bit harder, and he gasped again, surprised by his own reaction. He had to admit the professor knew what he was doing, and he felt his power over her. When she thanked him he realized how much she wanted what she was being given.

For the next few blows his eyes went to her pussy, completely visible to his view. With each strike he could swear her pussy was vibrating with need. It was as if she was daring Reed to spank her harder. She counted in a subdued and aroused voice, making his cock throb in his pants.

After the fifth blow Reed ran his hand on her ass, caressing it and squeezing it softly.

"Did you know your wife enjoyed being spanked?" he asked Tom.

"No... I didn't... Not until today..." he admitted.

"I see..." Reed said and ran his fingers over her pussy lips, poking her clit lightly. "Hannah is no ordinary woman! She has many needs, and she needs to be spanked and fucked often to keep her happy!" he said and pressed his thumb on her clit, rubbing it for a few seconds before releasing it.

"I know that now!" Tom said. "Perhaps I should thank you for... training her!" Tom said with a smile.

"Perhaps you should!" Reed said smiling, and then slowly unzipped his pants and released his cock, making Tom shift in his seat as he knew what was coming.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for giving her what she needs!" Tom said with a chocked up tone. "Now I think she really needs your cock!"

"I think you may be right. Is he right, Hannah? Do you want my cock? How much do you want it?" he asked and rubbed her pussy lips teasingly with his hardness.
 
Hannah relaxed enjoying how Reed rubbed her sore rear end. She had never thought that maybe he had been training her to be the perfect little whore. She did know that Tom was going to benefit from this training though and that made her pulse with desire.

She released a few whimpers of sexual frustration when the professor went to manipulating her pussy. Maybe he did know just how to play with her there too. It felt so good that she had to resist the urge to cum.

Hannah shook her head "yes" trying not to squirm to much but the need to rub her thighs together was torture. "Yes I want your cock Sir!" she responded and licked her lips when he started to tease her with his hardness.

"MMm...Your cock feels so good" she sighed forgetting her place for a moment and just enjoying the sensations he was giving her. "I want your cock Sir. I want it inside me!" Hannah begged hearing the sounds of Tom writhing in his chair.

Soon he would be watching her being taken by another man. Hannah felt like a star wanting to put on the perfect show for him. "Please Reed! Don't tease me any longer. I don't know how long I'll be able to resist this urge to cum!" Hannah recited in a low sultry tone. Her arousal growing even more as she felt her hardened nipples pressing into the smooth table beneath her.

Her hips even bucked up and down lightly as if she was fucking him already since she was so hard up for his cock. Within the next few seconds her body started to writhe. There was a small bit of fear in her as she knew both men would figure out she was cumming. Hannah let out low groans trying to hide the orgasm that was over taking her but it was futile.

Her cum had began to soak her pussy lips so much that slurping sounds could be heard whenever Reed stroked her clit with his hardened tip. "I'm sorry...I couldn't help it Sir" she hastily apologized. "I had to cum"
 
Tom was watching as Reed teased her to death, amazed at how she responded. Her words were like dynamite in his mind: "I want your cock Sir. I want it inside me!" she said, with a voice that made Tom's cock ache. He could not believe what he was seeing. Reed moved his cock head up and down her pussy lips, teasing again and again, and she kept begging, moving her hips to meet his hardness:

"Please Reed! Don't tease me any longer. I don't know how long I'll be able to resist this urge to cum!" she said, moving her body to entice him in.

Tom had to fight himself not just get up and fuck her right there and then. He had never found her pussy more enticing and attractive as it was at this point. And then it happened. She came right there on the table, without even being fucked as she wanted. Her desire alone brought her to orgasm, followed by her apology:

"I'm sorry...I couldn't help it Sir, I had to cum!" she said, her body still shaking from her orgasm.

"Wow! I can't believe she came!" Tom exclaimed, surprised that he said it out loud.

Reed looked at him and smiled, nodding. Then he looked at her and frowned.

"That was very, very naughty of you!" he said and spanked her ass hard, holding her body down with his other arm. "You know the rules: you should always ask permission to cum!" he reminded her, spanking her again.

"I can't believe she came..." Tom repeated more to himself.

"She's not who you thought she was, eh?" Reed replied winking at him.

"You mean a perverted little whore? No, I didn't!" Tom said, moving in his seat as Reed began to tease her pussy again.

"What do you want me to do to her?" Reed asked.

"I want you to fuck her. Hold her down and fuck her! It's what I want, and what she wants too!" Tom answered.

"Is that true?" Reed asked her as half of his cock head moved inside her cunt, waiting for her answer before pushing his whole length inside her.
 
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