George visit’s Jasmine

As work finished George asked his secretary, “So, do you want to go get a drink or straight back to your place?”

Jasmine smiled as George heard his phone go off again; it had dinged with photos periodically all day. This time, however, there was just a message. “Well, all the boys and Frankie are happy. And the house is empty tonight, so they asked if I would come over, and they will ‘put me through the ropes,’ meet me there tomorrow morning, and we can talk details and sign the contract.”

George moaned, “It looks like Abbey is visiting the house tonight.”

Jasmine smiled, “Well, that’s good of them. We can turn on the live stream and watch while I ride you. In answer to your question, I was thinking of a drink first. But park at mine; there is a bar at the foot of the complex.”

Twenty minutes later George arrived at the bar; he couldn’t see Jasmine, so he sent her a message. “I’m here when you are ready.”

As he waited, he logged into the live stream. There he saw his wife in the house's living room with the four boys. Two were sitting on the couch, while another two were standing behind it. Abbey was riding one of them while sucking on the cock of one of the standing guys. “So,” Daryl said, “If we asked you to stay here until your birth, you think George would be in for it?” he asked.

George moaned at the suggestion before he heard Abbey’s response. “Oh God, I would need to be here for a year. I only just went off my pills. The likelihood of getting pregnant in the first couple of months is slim, then nine months before I give birth.”

Daryl laughed, “That wasn’t an answer. What if we wanted to have you until you gave birth to three bouncing babes?”

George watched as his wife came at the suggestion, “God, I would be here for years,” she said, still riding them.

George shuddered, feeling like he could cum at any moment just hearing it.

Shortly afterwards Abbey was pushed over onto another of the boys. “So, you have some story ideas in mind?” Wayne asked as she settled into his lap.

Abbey nodded, “Yeah, a couple,” she moaned, “You guys **** me, George hiring you to train me to have a cum fetish, or mind controlling me to have trigger words.” She paused momentarily, moaning as she road Wayne and sucked on Dayton, his big cock dwarfing her little mouth. “Or, George selling me to you.”

Daryl laughed as he got up. He gave Abbey a quick slap on the arse. “If you and George want to sell you to us, it doesn’t have to be a story.”

Abbey shuddered, and George heard her scream. He turned the volume down again.

“We’ve spoken about buying someone a few times. In your fantasy, how much does he sell you for?” Daryl asked.

George was panting in pleasure as he watched, waiting for Abbey’s response. When she did answer, it both hurt and aroused him. “Ten grand,” she said. ”If, when you were done with me, I was returned to George.”

The boys and Frankie laughed. “You would sell yourself to us for ten grand?” Frankie said. “The house would own you; they would tat you, pierce you, breed you for as long as we like before discarding you?”

“Oh God, I know it’s wrong, but it’s so hot.”

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