Bedtime

Laurel hugs the younger woman and leads her to the king sized bed, sliding herself into it and tugging Meghan down beside her.

"See, lots of room for everybody," your wife says as she pulls the covers up over the two of them. Meghan stares at you, watching as you take off your robe and slide into bed. She reaches a slim fingered hand out to touch you softly.

"Thank you for my life. Thank you Master," Meghan whispers. Her eyes are tearing as she looks at you. You kiss her mouth gently, feeling her quiver at your touch. You stroke her petite body as you kiss her, nibbling her lips. Laurel smiles at you from behind her.

Meghan strokes your face as you kiss her, and gives soft whimpering moans as you caress her, then suddenly pulls away and looks at you, her mouth trembling, her eyes uncertain.

"I don't deserve to be treated so gently. I've caused a lot of trouble. I deserve to be punished."

"It's alright Meghan. For tonight it's alright. You have a right to some gentleness."

She sets her jaw in resolve, though her voice still trembles. "No Master. I've been naughty. I haven't earned your kindness. I've only earned punishment. I'm unworthy of gentleness, Master." Behind her Laurel raises her eyebrows and gives slight shrug.

"Very well, wench. You have caused much trouble tonight. Get out of bed this instant and stand before me." She complies without hesitation, almost eagerly hopping out of bed and standing contritely in front of you.

"I'm so sorry Master."

"Turn around and bend over. Hold onto your ankles." Once again she obeys you, presenting the white cheeks of her ass to you, looking up at you between her legs. You deliver a stinging slap to her ass and she moans and rocks, pushing her ass higher in the air to receive another. By the time you've spanked her three times she's moaning deeply, and the aroma of her arousal reaches your nostrils.

"I've been so naughty, I'm so sorry, please forgive me Master," she whimpers. You hear another low moan and turn to look at Laurel fondling herself, as she watches you punish the petite redhead. You smack Meghan's ass again and she gasps and wriggles. "Oh Master it stings, oh please master, I'm so sorry," she begs as she pushes her ass up for another slap. You can see a sheen of her arousal on her upper thighs and realize she must be drenched. You slide your fingers into her pussy, finding her soaking, and she convulses pushing herself against your hand.

"Oh God Master, are you going to take me? Are you going to violate me? Are you going to use me like you used your other bitches, make me scream as you take me, break me, ruin me? Oh please Master, I'm so sorry, so sorry. Punish my body for my insolence, punish me with your hand and your cock, please Master! Please! Teach me to behave!"

You gather her tiny body up and toss it on the bed, pushing her to her knees and pushing her face into a pillow. You kneel behind her and mount her, filling her with your cock in one long hard thrust, then pumping into her hard. She moans deeply and slaps the bed, grabbing handfuls of sheet and biting the pillow.

Laurel is watching with lust glazed eyes, her legs spread wide, one hand rubbing her pussy with frantic strokes, her breathing heavy and eager.

You pound Meghan's tight pussy with savage thrusts, pushing her into the bed as she groans into the pillow, rocking her ass up to take you deeper, her body quivering. You slap her ass as you fuck her and she arches her back and screams, coming in great shudders, her tight cunt gripping and squeezing your cock.

"Oh fuck Master, fuck me so hard, punish me, fuck me, use me, make me your whore, your slut, your wench, I'm yours, fuck me I'm yours Master, now and forever, I have to be yours, Oh God I Have To Be Yours!, Only yours master, you own me, you possess me, I'm yours to use, I'm yours to fuck, oh god I'm coming again, Master! I'm coming again for you Master!"

As she wails and convulses in orgasm you wet your forefinger with her pussy juice and press it into her ass, impaling her with it. She goes absolutely insane, screaming and writhing, mouthing semi-coherent urgent obscenities as she grinds herself against your cock and finger, bucking and twisting, her spasms convulsing her as she shudders with what seems like endless orgasms. You hold her by the hips as she comes, her frenzy setting of your own orgasm, pumping spunk into her pussy, groaning with happy agony as you explode inside her. Utterly spent you slump on the bed, your cock still in her as she rocks against it, savoring the afterglow.

Somewhere in all that frantic coupling, Laurel rubbed herself to orgasm as well, and lies on her side watching, her hand playing lightly with her mound. Meghan's breathing slowly returns to something close to normal and she pulls herself off you, turning to rest her head on your chest, stroking you.

"Finally. I finally deserved your cock Master. You've made me so happy, so proud to be your slut. So proud you used me like your other bitches," she murmurs happily, then suddenly stiffens and sits up, a look of embarrassed dismay on her face.

"What's wrong, Muffin?" Laurel asks, reaching out a hand to stroke Meghan's back.

"I'm such a stupid little whore. I forgot about birth control," she says shamefacedly. Laurel laughs and hugs her.

"Don't be silly darling. John had a vasectomy ten years ago. He'd need a miracle to knock you up."