Put some more green in her

You took the old man and kicked him from the chair, watching him spill out onto the floor, still bound and gagged. For a moment or two, you actually felt sorry for the man as the reality of what was facing him came into perfect view as Monica squatted down with her ass in his face and he could see and smell your cum seeping from her asshole. The strange thoughts going through the man's mind as his mind revolted from the idea of having cum become a major necessity in his life and the overwhelming smell of your semen, enhanced by the green vial G-1 contents, flooding his body and domineering over him. You couldn't help but smile and after taking a few videos, you clicked the live feed button.

"You got what you need, Mrs. Jenkins?"

The old woman sighed and looked at you with a bit of pained relief. "I didn't want to believe it...all those years..."

"I'll take care of what happens next to Mr. Jenkins. Just go on with your life and be well."

The woman smiled and winked before the feed was cut. You put your phone back down onto the table and then turned your attention to the man's flabby ass, nothing like what you wanted or expected in one of your bitches (though, truth be told, you only had one bitch so far and that was him. Monica was your wife, after all, you couldn't call her a bitch now...could you?) IT would need to be changed, though you wondered just how far you could push the man and whether his first true dose of your cum would be enough. For added measure, you picked up a small orange syringe from the table and injected it into his butt, causing a low moan to escape from his lips. "Don't worry your pretty little head over this. It's just an accelerant, though I'm not entirely sure how this will..."

Your words trailed off as you could see the shakes starting and you nodded. "Oh, never mind. Looks like you've got it bad. Another few minutes, you might go catatonic and brain **** shortly after." You teased him a bit, knowing full well that the man had his head in aluminum siding, not in cutting-edge bio-medical research. The worst he would do would be to faint and be ****. Like I'm going to tell him that, though...

"Mmsdh...msdsa!" he strained at the gag but you didn't bother removing it, instead you tightened your grip on it and used your foot to kick him in the stomach, causing him to hunch over and his ass went up in the air.

"Don't have the time to lube it, it's going straight in, my friend." You smiled before you motioned for Monica to come over and she sauntered over and dropped onto her knees and moistened her lips. "Of course, your mistress can be merciful if you beg her. She can get my cock all nice and wet, moist, and even do you a service by getting your little puckerhole ready. Do you want it, though?"

The muffled voice just caused you to laugh again and after motioning, Monica slipped off to the side and gingerly helped you by guiding your shaft to the entrance of his ass. Mr. Jenkins tried to look back but she smacked him on the back. "Eyes forward, your master doesn't want to look at your pig-face."

"Monica, your voice is now a sultry Southern African-American woman's voice, can you do that for me, baby?"

"Fo' sure, sugah," she whispered, her voice high and pillowy with the slightest of drawls to emphasize her words. "I'm all 'bout what you needs..."

You pushed your cock in and grunted as Mr. Jenkins' ass resisted you for the briefest of moments before you slipped in. The muffled scream from the man's mouth caused you to wince a bit but instead of bothering, you just pushed in as deep as you could. A small amount of blood appeared but you didn't care as you pushed all the way in until you ground your pubic bone against his flabby ass cheek. "Damn bitch, you nearly ripped my cock off in you..." you seethed, smacking him on the ass a few times. You continued, though, to push and pull until you got a good, steady fucking rhythm going, the man jostling under your grasp. You swore there were tears a bit but the drive, the need, for your cum in him overwhelmed any sense of being able to fight or resist and soon you were hearing a combination of grunts and moans mixed in with his displeasure and pain.

"Looks like mah sugah's goin' get you nice and full," she teased before she turned back and kissed you. You took one hand from Jenkins' waist and pulled your wife close to you. She pressed herself against you, her breasts rubbed against you and you could feel herself using one of her hands to stroke herself. "Fuck, baby, fuck her nice and good..."

With that last bit of encouragement, you turned and grabbed his waists and pushed as deeply as you could. Your cock brushed against his gland and caused him to instantly cum, his small shriveled up cock barely putting any cum or jizz out (it was even smaller than Monica's, which amused the two of you to no end.) You pushed your first rope of cum into him and he came again, his body convulsing and shaking. The second, third, fourth, and fifth ropes all went into his ass as well until you pulled out and sprayed your last one on his back. Jenkins collapsed onto the floor, barely breathing, and you leaned down and smiled. "I only fuck my wife in the ass if I wish. You will have a pussy for me to fuck and only me. From now on, you will cum only when I say you can. Your body, soul, and heart belong to me and me alone. Better get used to sitting down to pee, Jenkins."

Monica smiled as you stood back up and after she noticed the mixture of red and brown on your cock, she motioned for you to join her in the shower. "Let's get you cleaned up, sugah..."