Treating Monica

You breathe a sigh of relief, that was a scary situation. Monica was not a woman of small stature, she was taller and from your guess stronger than you.

You drank a glass of water for your parched throat, spilling half because your hands were still shaking. You would have hoped your rejection would not impact Monica’s performance.

Luckily the pounding continued, and moaning came from the bedroom.

“Fuck me harder! Yes, deeper!” Amy screamed in between the bed creaks.

Your hardon was now back, your cock painfully erect. Your imagination ran wild, Monica’s big dick reaching places yours never could.

You started stroking to the noise and tried to keep up with the rhythm of the bedroom, as Monica’s animalistic grunt got loud indicating her climax you came in your pants as well. A quick large load for you.

“Oh, baby! That's it keep cumming in my pussy!” Amy said as Monica’s penis, you assume was still climaxing. Even if she did cum in Amy it does not matter as today was a safe day for her.

After a small break, you hear them start again. Meanwhile, you started on dinner, making sure to rub one out at the interval of your chore. Knowing your partner was being fucked in the other room while you cooked dinner for the bull made your cock jump up in pleasure.

When you finish dinner, Monica is the first one out. Her rippling body was covered in sweat, fluids and thick semen. Her crotch especially was caked in white baby batter.

She saw you and her face became softer “I am sorry about before, I didn't mean to cause any offence. Sometimes I get carried away when I act like a bull.”

“Just don’t let it happen again”

“It won’t, I promise” her voice firmer now.

“Good, now I still would like you to act as the bull. But I want a safe word in case things get too…real”

“Ok, how about Gadget? It's the one I use with Amy”

“Sounds good, so how about we start again?” You initiate with a small smile.

Monica smiled back in return before her face became stoic once more.

“I am starving after the exercise, get my dinner ready.”

Monica sits down and puts on the TV. You get her dinner ready in the best plate you can find and a jug of iced water.

You place the Jug near the sofa and hand the plate of food, she doesn’t look at you and starts slowly eating the huge plate of food.

“I am sore from fucking your lover, give me a massage”

You obey and slowly work your way on her body. Starting from her traps, upper and lower back, you felt each muscle’s tension and tried to relieve it. Her muscles were dripping with sweat, and you could see small marks where Amy’s nails dug in.

You moved onto her arms next, which would slightly flex involuntarily as you massage them. You could imagine how easily they can hold your girlfriend in the air while her cock fucked her. The thought only added fuel to your hard-on.

You then moved onto her thighs and massaged using the fluids almost like oil. When you got near her crotch her voice, entrenched in authority “Leave that for Amy”

You continued down her beautifully sculpted thighs and to her calves. You felt her knowing gaze, the knowledge of how much you enjoyed serving her.

Finally, you moved onto her feet, her nails pedicured in Black gel polish. Her feet were soft and her soles were supple, but had the potential to easily topple you.

“I heard something interesting from Amy while she sucked me off. That you have a major foot fetish.”

You momentarily stopped.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

You continued. “Y-yes I do”

“That works out well for me, I get real sore after any workouts, especially my feet. So, From now on, you make sure I am comfortable, while I fill Amy up. Do you understand?”

“Yes Monica”

“Not Monica,