Xiang

"Oh, yes, Master! Whip me! Hard!", you hear the voice of your housemaid through the door, slightly ajar.

Your eyes widen and your heartbeat skips a beat. Then something whistles through the air and makes contact with a "SLAP!" sound, followed by a suppressed, soft cry. "Thank you, Master!", Xiang moans.

Then you hear Dave. "Shut up and suck me, ****!"

His voice sounds hoarse, and deep, as in a state of high arousal. But the words don't sound like anything Dave has ever said in the past. You feel frozen to your place, but finally take heart and step forward, on your toes, to peep past the slightly open door.

The Asian housemaid is standing on the end of your marriage bed. Her legs spread wide to the sides, her ankles tied to the lower bedposts with ropes. She is bent forward, so that you can mostly only see her behind, her arms and hands tied together, a long rope leading to the head of the bed. In front of her sits your husband, or kneels, rather. He still wears his business jacket, but his pants are down. Xiangs lips are firmly closed around his erection, sucking him with a slurping sound. Dave has his eyes closed and his face up towards the ceiling, moaning deeply. In his right hand, he holds his belt, freed from the trousers. Three angry red welts on Xiang's buttocks reveal that he has hit the housemaid with his belt at least a few times. You gasp in shock.

Xiang dutifully slurps and sucks, accompanied by your husband's loud moans. You stand, petrified like a statue, behind the door, unable to look away. Then, after a while, Dave withdraws and starts rubbing his member. The housemaid raises her head a bit.

"Please, Master, fuck your obedient ****! My cunt is dripping. I am waiting for your cock!", she says, writhing in her bonds, her voice a mixture of lust, desire and seduction. Dave opens his eyes and nods.

"Yes... yes, ****, I will do that."

He rises from the bed, and walks to the end to stand behind the housemaid, coming towards you.