AVaugn
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Yes, He's Her Bitch
I walked across the room holding Grant’s hand. I felt safe. I looked at his profile, and he was stunning, strong, and intelligent. He held my hand firmly and guided me to our destination. I followed his lead, and I liked his determined focus. He didn’t seem like he ever faltered with a decision.
Pumpkins were displayed everywhere. The hanging wall lights twinkled orange, white, and gold. We approached the same hallway that I last watched Mallory, Ronald, and the three men with ball-gags walk down. The lights in the hallway were bright and showcased the white marble floors. Long, red velvet chaise chairs were placed outside many of the rooms. As we turned and walked down a darker lit walkway with darker floors and walls, we heard a loud smack of a board and then a throaty moan. It sounded like someone spanked a paddle or another object against a flat surface.
We stopped for a moment, waited, and then we heard the same noise again. Grant looked at me and said, “Halloween and politics. Things can get heavy.” He held my hand firmly as we walked towards the end of the hallway and towards the balcony.
We walked a little farther before we approached a room, and the door was open. Before we could look inside, I heard Mallory say, “Oh, shut the fuck up, Ronald. You’re a piece of shit and we all know you like it; so just take it, bitch.”
Ronald responded, “Oh, Mallory, you are such a fucking cunt. You get off on this just as much as I do. You like my ass.”
A smack cracked down on something sensitive because the scream that we heard probably reached the main party room.
Mallory continued, “You want it, Ronald. Just like when all the boys fucked your rich ass in the locker room at military school. The rumor was you liked it then. You waited and stood around with your stubby cock hanging out, just hoping someone would get what you were throwing down. Yes, you like your ass dominated. You liked it then, and I know you like it now.”
Grant quickly said, “We can turn around and go another way.”
I wanted to see. I wanted to see what was inside the room. I cheerfully smiled when I looked him in the eyes and said, “No, I want to continue. I want to see what’s inside.”
We walked closer, and I smelled the aroma of cigarettes. The room was dim, but I could see what was going on inside.
The three men wearing ball-gags were in the room. One was blindfolded and rubbing his cock as he stood by the curtained window. The other two stood close to Ronald and Mallory.
Mallory had her back facing the door, and she was standing in front of Ronald who was bent over a pummel horse with his hands bound with rope. His ass was arched and on display, and I watched as one of the men fondled his nut sack.
Mallory then commanded, “Remove your ball-gag and do what he likes.”
The man did as he was instructed. He took the gag off his mouth, kneeled down under Ronald’s dick and sucked. He sucked on Ronald as Mallory watched.
The man moaned as he licked Ronald’s stubby shaft. Then he took his hand and started jacking-off Ronald. He then took his other hand and went under the ball sack and towards the anus.
Ronald then asked, “Is that your thumb?”
The man grunted in affirmation.
Ronald then said, “Oh, yeah. It feels pretty good, but stick another finger in there too, I can take it. Get rough with me.”
Mallory immediately interjected, “Yeah, his slut-butt can take a heavy-duty strap-on.” She then looked at the other man wearing a ball-gag, and said “Now, remove yours and do what I like.”
The other man quickly did as told and kneeled down in front of her, and started licking her pussy.
I watched as Mallory had her snatch licked, and Ronald was sucked and finger fucked like a little bitch. I wondered how long Ronald and Mallory played this game with each other. I thought about the secrets people held, and I wondered if Phil knew about his wife.
Grant whispered in my ear, “I see you’re a bit of a voyeur. I like it.”
I liked feeling his breath on my skin. I smiled. I did like watching. I was hot. I was horny. I wanted to do more than walk to the balcony with Grant. I wanted to fuck him in a chair as everyone watched. Damn, I felt dirty.
Without mentioning my dirty thoughts to Grant, I looked at his face and said, “It’s nice seeing a bastard get fucked in the ass.”
I heard Grant softly chuckle at my comment. We then continued on towards the balcony.
I walked across the room holding Grant’s hand. I felt safe. I looked at his profile, and he was stunning, strong, and intelligent. He held my hand firmly and guided me to our destination. I followed his lead, and I liked his determined focus. He didn’t seem like he ever faltered with a decision.
Pumpkins were displayed everywhere. The hanging wall lights twinkled orange, white, and gold. We approached the same hallway that I last watched Mallory, Ronald, and the three men with ball-gags walk down. The lights in the hallway were bright and showcased the white marble floors. Long, red velvet chaise chairs were placed outside many of the rooms. As we turned and walked down a darker lit walkway with darker floors and walls, we heard a loud smack of a board and then a throaty moan. It sounded like someone spanked a paddle or another object against a flat surface.
We stopped for a moment, waited, and then we heard the same noise again. Grant looked at me and said, “Halloween and politics. Things can get heavy.” He held my hand firmly as we walked towards the end of the hallway and towards the balcony.
We walked a little farther before we approached a room, and the door was open. Before we could look inside, I heard Mallory say, “Oh, shut the fuck up, Ronald. You’re a piece of shit and we all know you like it; so just take it, bitch.”
Ronald responded, “Oh, Mallory, you are such a fucking cunt. You get off on this just as much as I do. You like my ass.”
A smack cracked down on something sensitive because the scream that we heard probably reached the main party room.
Mallory continued, “You want it, Ronald. Just like when all the boys fucked your rich ass in the locker room at military school. The rumor was you liked it then. You waited and stood around with your stubby cock hanging out, just hoping someone would get what you were throwing down. Yes, you like your ass dominated. You liked it then, and I know you like it now.”
Grant quickly said, “We can turn around and go another way.”
I wanted to see. I wanted to see what was inside the room. I cheerfully smiled when I looked him in the eyes and said, “No, I want to continue. I want to see what’s inside.”
We walked closer, and I smelled the aroma of cigarettes. The room was dim, but I could see what was going on inside.
The three men wearing ball-gags were in the room. One was blindfolded and rubbing his cock as he stood by the curtained window. The other two stood close to Ronald and Mallory.
Mallory had her back facing the door, and she was standing in front of Ronald who was bent over a pummel horse with his hands bound with rope. His ass was arched and on display, and I watched as one of the men fondled his nut sack.
Mallory then commanded, “Remove your ball-gag and do what he likes.”
The man did as he was instructed. He took the gag off his mouth, kneeled down under Ronald’s dick and sucked. He sucked on Ronald as Mallory watched.
The man moaned as he licked Ronald’s stubby shaft. Then he took his hand and started jacking-off Ronald. He then took his other hand and went under the ball sack and towards the anus.
Ronald then asked, “Is that your thumb?”
The man grunted in affirmation.
Ronald then said, “Oh, yeah. It feels pretty good, but stick another finger in there too, I can take it. Get rough with me.”
Mallory immediately interjected, “Yeah, his slut-butt can take a heavy-duty strap-on.” She then looked at the other man wearing a ball-gag, and said “Now, remove yours and do what I like.”
The other man quickly did as told and kneeled down in front of her, and started licking her pussy.
I watched as Mallory had her snatch licked, and Ronald was sucked and finger fucked like a little bitch. I wondered how long Ronald and Mallory played this game with each other. I thought about the secrets people held, and I wondered if Phil knew about his wife.
Grant whispered in my ear, “I see you’re a bit of a voyeur. I like it.”
I liked feeling his breath on my skin. I smiled. I did like watching. I was hot. I was horny. I wanted to do more than walk to the balcony with Grant. I wanted to fuck him in a chair as everyone watched. Damn, I felt dirty.
Without mentioning my dirty thoughts to Grant, I looked at his face and said, “It’s nice seeing a bastard get fucked in the ass.”
I heard Grant softly chuckle at my comment. We then continued on towards the balcony.
