Amira

I strolled hand in hand with Emily through the vibrant city streets, our laughter harmonizing with the bustling sounds surrounding us. The warmth of the sun kissed our faces, casting a radiant glow on our shared happiness. Emily's wavy chestnut-brown tresses danced in the gentle breeze, framing her enchanting face with a captivating allure. Her hazel eyes sparkled with joy, and her playful plump-lipped smile lit up the world around us.

As I looked at Emily, my heart swelled with love. Her voluptuous figure accentuated her feminine beauty, with curves that seemed to embrace life itself. Her unusually huge breasts and a generously curved derriere were a testament to her unique allure. But it wasn't just her physical attributes that drew me in. It was the deep emotional connection we shared, the unbreakable bond that seemed to intertwine our very souls.

Little did we know that our lives were on the brink of a profound and dark change. Turning the corner onto a quieter street, our eyes were inexplicably drawn to a figure standing near a flickering streetlamp. Amira, her presence exuded an undeniable magnetism, an air of mystery that hung around her like a delicate veil. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, contrasting against her flawless porcelain skin. Her deep green eyes, sparkling with mischief, held a captivating gaze that seemed to reach into the depths of my soul.

Each step Amira took seemed to command attention. Her slender, athletic build accentuated her every movement, infusing an alluring sway into her walk. I felt an invisible pulling us closer to her, as though she held the answers to the mysteries of the universe. Time seemed to slow, the world around us fading into the background, leaving only the three of us in this strange moment.

Amira's gaze locked onto ours, and in that instant, something shifted. A wave of warmth washed over me, as if an invisible current flowed through my veins. It was as though an unspoken connection had sparked between us, an electric charge that defied explanation. I could feel Emily's hand tighten in mine, mirroring the intrigue and curiosity that swirled within me.

Lost in Amira's penetrating gaze, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. The world seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next turn of events. I was unaware of the power she possessed, the potent mind control abilities that lay hidden within her. All I knew was that in this moment, standing here with Emily, a new debased chapter in our lives was about to unfold—a chapter filled with desire, temptation, loss of self and a journey into the unknown.

For now, all I could do was stand there, captivated by Amira's presence, my heart pounding with a blend of excitement and trepidation. Our love radiated like a beacon, but little did we know that it would be put to a mind-bending test.

As Amira's gaze fixated on Emily, an intense wave of desire surged through me, completely unexpected and utterly bewildering. It was as if a torrent of emotions, not my own, washed over me, enveloping me in its intoxicating embrace. In that moment, I felt a connection—a deep, empathic understanding of Amira's longing for Emily. The raw intensity of her desire coursed through my veins, entwining with my own emotions, creating a tumultuous mix that left me breathless.

But as quickly as the overwhelming sensation came, a rush of embarrassment flooded my being. I recoiled, ashamed of my involuntary response, and the realization that I had momentarily reveled in the stranger woman's desires for my wife. It was a stark betrayal of the love and commitment I shared with Emily, a betrayal that cut deep into the very core of my being.

Walking beside Emily, a chasm of guilt and shame opened up inside me. How could I have allowed myself to feel such a connection to Amira's yearning, to momentarily bask in the fire of desire that burned between them? I questioned the strength of our love, doubting the foundation upon which our relationship was built. The shame of my actions weighed heavily on my conscience, threatening to fracture the trust that had been the bedrock of our romance.

Emily's touch on my arm snapped me out of my inner turmoil, and her concerned gaze mirrored the confusion I felt within myself. In her eyes, I saw not only worry but also a flicker of understanding, as if she too had sensed the overwhelming pull that Amira had cast upon us, and the shame that came with it It was in that shared vulnerability that I found solace.

Silence settled between us, laden with unspoken words and uncharted emotions. We continued our walk, but the carefree atmosphere was shattered, replaced by an unsteady foreboding unease. The allure of Amira had unearthed hidden desires and vulnerabilities that threatened to dismantle the world we had carefully constructed.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of our encounter with Amira began to fade like a distant dream. Our lives resumed their familiar rhythm, with work, household chores, and the everyday routines that had become our norm. We found solace in the simplicity of our existence, content in the comfort of our shared routines and the love that anchored us.

As the days passed, the enigmatic allure of Amira's presence became a hazy recollection, a fleeting thought that occasionally brushed against our consciousness before dissipating into the ether. We pushed it to the periphery, focusing on the mundane tasks that demanded our attention. Our bond remained strong, and the memory of Amira's gaze became a distant, insignificant memory in the grand tapestry of our lives.

We laughed, we argued, we made plans for the future—all the while blissfully unaware of the invisible forces at play. Our mundane lives provided a shield, protecting us from the complexities that had briefly intruded upon our reality. We reveled in the simplicity, finding comfort in the ordinary moments that defined our days.

The memory of Amira and the desires she had awakened gradually faded into the background, no longer holding sway over our thoughts and emotions. We continued on, immersed in the beauty of the ordinary, ignorant of the storms that silently brewed on the horizon. Unbeknownst to us, the currents of fate were preparing to draw us back into a world of mystery and desire, where the memory of Amira would be reignited, and our lives would once again be intertwined with the extraordinary.

Emily and I found ourselves in a lively bar, seeking a temporary escape from the mundane routines of our lives. The air crackled with laughter and conversation, as the crowd became a tapestry of diverse characters and stories. My eyes wandered, and they were inevitably drawn to her—an intriguing woman who exuded an enigmatic charm.

As fate would have it, we ended up engaged in conversation with her. The words flowed effortlessly, as if we were old friends catching up after years apart. Her genuine smile and quick wit were captivating, casting a spell that made the noisy bar fade into the background. She introduced herself as Amira.

As the night wore on and the drinks continued to flow, a sense of familiarity settled between us. The connection deepened, as the conversation flowed between the three of us.

And then, in a moment that caught me off guard, she leaned in closer and suggested that we continue the night at our home. Emily's eyes lit up with excitement, her cheeks strangely flushed. But within me, doubts began to sprout like weeds in a well-manicured garden. Why was Emily so eager to accept? Was it simply the result of our newfound friendship, or was there something more at play?

As we made our way out of the bar, doubts lingered in the depths of my mind, casting a shadow over the enchanting evening. I couldn't shake the feeling that the woman's invitation held a subtle manipulative undertone, that something had shifted in Emily. I worried. Yet, the connection between the three of us, the electric rapport that seemed to bind us, made it difficult for me to voice my concerns. Perhaps it was just my overactive imagination, fueled by an undercurrent of paranoia.

A lingering sense of unease whispered in the depths of my consciousness. The woman's charm had woven its web around us, blurring the lines between friend and stranger, but beneath it all, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that we were being led into some kind of creeping darkness.

We approached our home, the anticipation of the night's unfolding mysteries still lingering in the air. Opening the front door, we stepped inside, greeted by the comforting familiarity of our surroundings. Emily, ever the gracious hostess, offered to fetch us some more drinks, disappearing into the kitchen with a playful smile.

As I followed her with my gaze, I noticed a subtle change in Emily's demeanor. Her movements seemed more fluid, her laughter lighter, as if a newfound energy had awakened within her. I glanced toward the terrace, catching a glimpse of Emily and the enigmatic woman, Amira, engaged in conversation. The way Emily leaned in slightly, her touch lingering on Amira's arm, sent a subtle pang of discomfort through me.

With my drink in hand, I made my way toward them, joining the conversation. The atmosphere on the terrace felt charged with an unspoken tension, one that seemed to emanate from Emily's flirty banter with Amira. Their laughter intertwined, accompanied by the occasional gentle brush of fingertips, and it left me feeling like an outsider, a spectator in my own home.

Struggling to mask my unease, I sought solace in the drink, hoping its warmth would distract me from the growing sense of discomfort. I observed Emily's animated expressions, the way her eyes sparkled with a newfound charm whenever Amira spoke. It was an unusual shift, a departure from the Emily I knew so well, and it left me questioning the boundaries of our connection.

Emily's laughter floated on the night breeze, intermingling with Amira's captivating presence. I took a deep breath, searching for the strength to address the growing unease within me, to unravel the mysteries that had woven their way into our lives. Little did I know that this pivotal moment would set the stage for a profound and degenerate shift in our relationships, one that would challenge the very foundations of our love and trust.

Amira looked at me knowingly. "I think you're going to find it difficult to resist and soon you'll feel it too", she purred, smiling. There was something wicked about her smile. I was very confused, having no idea what she was talking about, and I was beginning to get quite drunk. This only compounded the my feeling of the sinister, and I stewed as they laughed and talked.

Amira whispered something into Emily ear, and she took Amira's hand, and abruptly left the terrace. I saw they were heading to the bedroom. 'What the fuck!', my mind screamed. "Why are is my wife doing this?", I thought to myself, as I watched them disappear inside the bedroom. The next few moments were pure , agonizing uncertainty and fear. I followed. I had to know what was happening. Amira met me at the door to the bedroom.

She said nothing; she simply gestured towards the bed. My heart began to pound wildly. Something felt very wrong. What was she planning? Emily lay sprawling comfortably on the bed. I just stood there, as Amira slinked, sexily onto the bed. She slithered over to Emily, and pressed herself against her, causing Emily to gasp with pleasure. Amira reached down and caressed Emily's breasts, and passionately kissed her lips, her neck. I started to become angry, consumed with jealousy. "Stop this", I wanted to shout, "This isn't right". Instead it came out barely as a whisper. Emily seemed distant, incredibly aroused. I just stood their dumbfounded as the two ladies began kissing and touching each other, and undressing.

Amira took off my wife's dress, and bra, revealing her huge tits, which she playfully squeezed and fondled. I watched with a sense of horrified awe as Amira sucked one of Emily's tits into her mouth, while she began sucking on the other one. Emily groaned, in ecstasy, and gently stroked Amira's crotch. I could see a bulge there, and the confusion added to my burning sense of terror. As Amira's hand slipped into Emily's panties she moaned, a low cat like "mmmm" sound, Emily wrestled Amira out of her clothes. She pulled off her top and bra, and the woman's long dark hair cascaded down her back, her pale skin somehow alluring even in the madness. My wife undoing her skirt, her thick tight panties reveal a massive bulge inside.

'What the fuck' is all I can think still standing their dumbfounded. Emily rubbed and caressed Amira's bulge finally freeing the heart stopping surprise within. Bursting from her panties as my wife pushed them down was a massive cock. My jaw dropped. My heart sank. Her stiff hairless 10 inches long cock stood straight up. It was thick nearer the tip end like a club, with a circumference just before the tip like a coke can. This fat meaty cock club had pronounced ridges on the shiny cock head. My wife stood for a moment mesmerized look at it in front of her face. I have never seen anything like it. 'Wow' she whispered reverently, as if in a trance, looking it up and down and licking her lips.

My beautiful wife then leaned forward to lick around it's meaty mushroom head, stroking it lightly in her had. I can barely describe how I felt in that moment, fear and jealousy burned in the pit of my stomach, mixed with shock and disbelief. I my lovely wife, who I loved dearly licked and teased the giant cock with her lips and tongue and I felt sick. Then Amira glanced at me, at first wicked, delighting in my discomfort and then shifting to almost pitying, and something shifted in me. Suddenly I felt incredibly aroused. The empathic mind control effect came on suddenly, as I began to feel Amira's lust for my wife personally, the stiffness of her massive shaft, my wife lips dancing across it and even her sick sense of satisfaction toying with us, that made her, and by proxy me, even more aroused. My cock became instantly hard as my wife took her huge member gently into her mouth.

Emily licked slowly down Amira's veiny club like mammoth cock, and I felt every lick of her tongue and lips as she explored it. I watched as Amira jerked her thick cock a little into my wife's mouth a little, allowing me to experience all the soft strokes and sensitive areas along its length. I moaned softly as he felt the strange effects of mind control. Even seconds ago I was burning with rage, I was now watching my loving wife go down on this sexy seductress was turning me on beyond belief. To make matters worse, every time my beautiful wife opened her eyes, she would look up at her with lustful eyes and instead of feeling shame it made me feel Amira's giant cock twitch slightly in Emily's mouth.

Slowly my body started to surrender to Amira's power. My raging anger gave way to a deeper carnal lust, a desire for Amira's cock to be buried deep in my wife's every hole. I moved over to them, my wife struggling to take much of the oversized cock club in her mouth, and I gently guided her to open wide and suck on Amira's balls, giving me the pleasure of her amazing tongue flicking around the base of her erection.

Amira smiled at me knowingly, and placed my hand on her fat cock shaft. Her cock and mine both leaking precum as my wife sucked her balls and I stroked her cock, each wanting to please the Amira and make our combined arousal and lust more intense.

She reached her hand down to my wife's huge ass, and parted her panties, slipping her fingers over Emily's sopping wet pink slit. "Such a delicious little pussy, your lips so swollen and soaking wet from licking my massive cock." Amira remarked, softly.

"I want it" is all Emily was able to get out with a breathy moan consumed with lust, the mind control amplifying her sensations. She seemed barely aware of me, as she took the giant throbbing cock into her mouth. I moaned, and my cock twitched and wept precum overwhelmed with the sensation of Amira's veiny cock in my wife's throat. As soon as she did Amira slapped her face, harshly, "Get off!" she commanded, smiling wickedly at me. I felt every bit of her aroused sadism.

My shared arousal increased dramatically as I watched my wife slowly slide up the bed, pushing her ass into the air, and her face into the mattress. Emily wiggled her giant ass seductively as she pulled down her panties to her knees, presenting her pussy like an invitation for Amira.

I needed Amira to be inside her. Desperately. I shifted behind Amira as she casually and seductively moved over to my wife's open gift. I grasped Amira's thick weighty club-like cock. A moan escaped from between her full sensual lips as I pushed the head of Amira's throbbing member against her pinkish swollen slick opening. With each gentle thrust of her hips, I moaned, and then finally Amira's huge cock slipped into my wife's tight pussy with a wet popping sound, and just the head sat resting inside. My cock dribbled in sympathy, and I shook as I felt the amplified sensation of Amira's giant cockhead being squeeze my wife's beautiful hairless snatch.

Emily let out a slight scream and a squeal, quickly catching herself from hyperventilating. Her amplified sensations, made the impossible cockhead alone overwhelming. She felt pain, and pleasure and need. Her mind stopped as Amira 's cock impaled her. Emily struggled to breathe. Then she started moving slowly. Her back arched and she screamed loudly as she grinded and pushed back on Amira's steel pole, sliding a tiny bit more of Amira's cock in. Only a little way in her tight pussy, suddenly I felt my wife start to cum on Amira's giant club dick.

She had never come from intercourse, only from vibrators or fingers. "So ....big! Oh god, oh god, so big!" Emily bucked her hips wildly, pushing her ass up, and her face into the bed, and screamed loud enough the neighbors would surely hear. Amira's huge cock was only one third in, as my wife's pussy lips squeezed it's veiny shaft and spread her pussy cream on it. I shook, feeling every quiver on Amira's cock amplified. I took her the not yet hilted portion of her shaft in hand, and I stroked it firmly, caressing her huge balls, feeling the throbbing muscle under my palm. My cock wept more in sympathy as I caressed and masturbated the giant cock still working it's way into my wife's sweet pussy. Amira's slapped her ass mercilessly, and drove her giant cock still deeper. It's was about half way in when Amira pulled it out, and shoved it in my throat.

I could feel her loving the sense of power as she throat fucked me with her giant meat, and my wife Emily lay their wiggling her butt crying "Put it back in, put it back in" desperately. I chocked, and drooled, and she took it back out, and slammed it back into my wife's pussy, this time nearly three quarters of the way in.

Emily groaned very loudly and pushed ass back, impaling herself on the giant dick, her eyes wide with passion, her legs shaking. She smothered Amira's massive fuck rod with her pussy cream. This was the most amazing orgasm she'd ever felt, her whole body seemed to spasm.

Amira held her ass still as your wife climaxed, relishing the sensation and you somehow loved seeing the look on your wife's face. I quiver as you feel your wife's pussy undulate on the stiff three quarters of the fat, veiny club-like cock impaling her. I reach from behind Amira, and start rubbing her tits and her belly, encouraging her to fuck your wife deeper, feeling every sensation.

Amira's feminine hands don't let go of your wife's beautiful huge round ass as she starts to slowly move again, trying to work the last 1/4 of her giant, thick, fat, veiny 10 inch cock into your wife's tight slick pussy. I encourage her running your hands lightly across Amira's skin toying with her nipples, rubbing a v shaped hand over the base of her cock, caressing her thighs as she works it in.

Amira continues to rock forward slowly fucking her, as I gently rub her balls. Finally it appears to be all the way in, Amira thrusts it to it's hilt inside your wife Emily, and you shudder.

You could hear both the girls moan loudly as she does, your wife squeals loudly, panting, overwhelmed with the amplified feeling of having such a large cock fully inside her.

Her back arches, pointing her huge ass backwards, as Amira starts to slowly move the whole shaft in and out. You feel the length fill up Emily's entire pussy, so deep that it's as if your own cock head feels buried deep inside your wife. You can feel Emily's muscles contracting around her dick as it slides in and out, quivering. She screams loudly, a shrill cry, her eyes widening, body shaking and twitching as she moans in pure ecstasy. "Oohhhh.... Godddddd!", Emily screams with a ragged wavering tone.

Both girls scream together loudly as they climax together, and Amira starts to unload insider your wife's stretched to it's limits swollen pussy. You also cum hard as you squeeze Amira's heaving balls, and watch and feel Amira cum inside your wife. You can feel Amira's seed filling up your wife even more, now squirting in long gushes fill her pussy, and drool down Amira's shaft and your wife's legs.

Then Amira starts to fuck your wife faster and harder, grunting loudly as she pounds your wife, moving even faster until she orgasms again, then she shudders and slows to a stop. You can feel every twitch of her giant dick magnified, the fat head nestled past her dilated cervix. The cum spurting repeatedly in waves into your wife's quivering pussy clamping down as the sticky sperm streams directly into her waiting womb, and you cum again dizzy.

Amira slows, withdrawing her cum covered still hard cock from your wife's pussy as a gush of sperm floods out of her gapping hole, your wife's shaking sweaty body collapses onto the bed. Your knees give out and you collapse next to them, unable to keep up any longer, your dick still hard.

You and your wife lie there heavily catching your breath for a minute, the Amira purrs wickedly "Why don't you two lovebirds have a kiss?". Emily weakly stumbles across the bed to lie next to you, still out of breath from her climax as she wraps her arms around you, kissing you tenderly on the lips. Somewhere in there, you can see there's love in her eyes, and you can feel it on her lips. I embrace her, exploring the softness of Emilie's sweet full lips, tasting a little of Amira's salty sweet pre-cum as my tongue explores her mouth.

Amira kneels over your heads as you kiss tenderly, and I am oblivious to her proximity. Still kissing, she slides her massive cock between your kissing lips, smirking mischievously. The tip of the succubus's giant cock rests against your forehead as it slowly slides towards our kissing mouths. The giant cock his slips between me and my wife's busy lips and tongue. We continue our passionate lip lock as the thick cock slowly pushes between us, nudging our lips apart and running its veiny head along our kips. Our passion and love seem to be redirected as our tongues dance across it's thick ridged cockhead.

We lovingly kiss across the giant cockhead, licking it's ridges, kissing it softly, as our tongues and lips meet across the giant cock head. Amira pulls our faces even closer as she slides our mouths across the shaft. Emily moans and we both hungrily try to suck her big cock into our open mouths. We run our tongues slicking down her shaft, caressing it's glistening ridges and slicked up veins. I can taste my wife's pussy, and Amira's cum. As our tongues meet again across the great big cockhead, I taste her arousal. Our tongues frantically rub each other as Amira's giant cock begins to gently push through into each of our open mouths, alternately. Emily and I struggle to fit the great huge head of Amira's penis into our mouths, we are both very aroused as the beautiful succubus relentlessly forces her giant cock past our lips and tongues. She starts gently fucking our mouths as she holds our heads together, our bodies still embracing. Each of our mouths in turn.

Her giant cock fills my wife's mouth so completely, it seems as though her mouth and throat are stretched impossibly. Emily caresses my hard dick, but I can only feel the succubus's giant dick throbbing her tight throat. Then Amira pushes it into my mouth, gagging me but the feeling of it in my throat is spellbinding. Soon both you and your wife lean up to start worship the succubus' impressive penis. You and Emily are about eye level with her massive cock as you both moan passionately as you lick it's big dick head. As Amira watches you, lustful, she picks up speed, thrusting harder and deeper into each of your willing mouths, the other spare mouth taking duty on her giant balls. Emily and I feel every thrust from her phallus. And I feel every lick, and suck and fuck from our hungry mouths upon, it, my own cock hard and again drooling precum.

She can't help but fuck us, thrusting harder and deeper into our hungry mouths as we keep sucking her balls as she does. You can feel how delighted the succubus is with her power as she flips your wife on her back onto the bed. All you can think is I need to feel Amira's dick inside my wife again. You move beside them, as stroke Amira's cock in your hand, admiring it, and enjoying the thrilling sensation. You start rubbing her giant cock against your wife's opening, as you moan, masturbating it's huge shaft as you rub the thick giant end into your Emily's slit. Emily moans, her eyes hungry.

"What do you want dear?" Amira says teasingly, as succubus's cock up and down between Emily's soft wet lips.

"I want your cock, I need your cock!", she cries desperately. "Not your husbands?", she purrs wickedly.

"No, no, I need your beautiful huge cock, please", your wife cries, as you continue to tease, Amira doesn't yet let you put it in.

And what about you, she says looking at me, what do you want? You can feel her huge cock being teased and the delicious pleasure she is taking in toying with you both.

"I need you to fuck my wife. Please fuck Emily" I stammer, I beg. Satisfied, smiling she allows you to push her meaty cockhead inside. You are shaking as she enters your wife. You can feel every inch of her giant dick as it slides into your wife's stretched pussy. Your wife moans, sighing loudly as her pussy expands to accept the size. This time it slides all the way straight in straight to the hilt, your wife throws her head back, spreadeagled on the bed, eyes rolling back as her orgasm takes hold, shuddering as the massive cock fills her completely.

As soon as it hits bottom, it thrusts again, fucking her in a rhythmic fashion. Every time she shudders or gasps, you can feel her clenching on Amira's meaty fat prick and you know she's cuming. Orgasm after orgasm as your wife's cries become whimpers, and muffled squeals, her eyes distant, lost.

As you watch them on the bed writhing around each other, Amira seems to be only getting started, lifting your wife's legs and pinning her wide open at the top of her thighs. The pleasure flowing through your veins is making your dick so hard it hurts, as I move over to increase Amira's pleasure and thus my own.

I shuffle over to the seductress relishing in her giant cock inside my wife's pussy, and I kiss my way down her backside. I caress her thick shaft's bass, kiss her ass checks as she slowly fucks my spread open wife. As I get there she hilts herself and stops for a moment as I lick her asshole whilst she is buried inside Emily. I fondle her fat balls, rolling them in my hand as I lick her pretty anus.

It feels amazing the huge cock buried in my wife's hungry pussy. My wife bucking with my tongue pushed In Amira's ass, she starts to thrust her hips again slowly, and I slick a finger and push the tip in her ass. Amira grunts loudly.

Amira's huge penis pounding my wife's pussy as I push my finger all the way in Amira's ass makes me think about fucking her ass, and I kneel behind her. This will give her more please I think (and therefor also me). As she fucks my wife, and my wife endlessly orgasms on her giant dick, I press my cockhead against Amira's asshole.

I kiss the succubus's ear, and whisper: "Lift your ass." I slip the head of my cock into Amira's asshole. She grinds her butt on my crotch, I hold her waist, and start to fuck her. Each motion of my cock in her asshole, only drives her harder and deeper into my wife. I can feel the incredible sensation of my wife's pussy quivering and clenching in an unending orgasm on Amira's giant dick, and my cock sliding deeper into Amira's tight asshole.

We are almost full connected, just extensions of the succubus' pleasure. Each thrust into Amira's asshole sends waves of pleasure through my body, and each time Amira shoves my cock deeper into my wife, or my wife takes a full-length stroke on Amira's enormous dick, sends another wave crashing through me. Now I want Amira to cum inside my pretty curvy wife. Amira grabs my wife's tits and aggressively tugs on her hard nipples. I moan out loud as the pressure inside my balls builds.

My thrusts increase in speed and as the excitement grows. "Oohhh!" Amira moans at the same time. With every thrust into my wife, my cock pushes deeper into Amira's ass. I knew, and wanted what was coming, but I had no idea how long it would last. Amira orgasms again and again, flooding my wife's womb directly with squirts of sticky cum. A powerful explosion hits me from inside, and my hot load fills Amira's insides.

A succubus's stamina is incredibly high, so while my wife and I orgasm, she continues slamming into my wife and making her scream as Amira cums over and over again, me paralyzed with sustained pleasure in her clenching asshole. I instinctively reach around to yank hard on her balls, as she pumps her hips into my wife. My hands, jerking the ball sac, seem to release more cum. Our orgasm is renewed, Amira grunts loudly and begins fucking Emily even harder, slamming down on her like a jackhammer. I can feel her giant cock twitching, and orgasm and squirting endless cum. The succubus fills Emily's womb completely with her cum as as I squirt another load into the seductress' asshole.

Our orgasms wanes slightly, the haze slowly lifting, allowing me to move my arms and legs. The world is dizzy spinning. I have collapsed onto the bed, I barely know where I am. My wife is delirious beside me. I can see Amira in the haze, drinking some water, putting her clothes back on and walking out the door as my and my wife both pass out, falling into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2: The aftermath

When we woke the mind control had worn off. We knew what happened, but thought somehow that we were entirely willing. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room as Emily I slowly awakened from our slumber. As the haze of sleep lifted, our eyes met, and a mixture of confusion and shock washed over our faces. They lay intertwined, their bodies betraying the remnants of an intimate encounter that left them both stunned. Emily was soaked in Amira's cum and her own juices.

Memories of the previous night quickly trickled back into their consciousness. Images of pure shameful debauchery. A cloud of and confusion hung heavy in the air. Was it clouded judgement? What the fuck just happened, I thought. Holy fuck, Jesus. The realization hit them like a wave crashing against the shore.

Questions swirled in their minds, their love for each other juxtaposed against the bewildering situation they found themselves in. It hurt, it aches. How could this have happened? Did they willingly cross a line, or were their actions a result of the blurred boundaries?

Awkward silence enveloped the room as I grappled with the weight of my seeming choices. I let that happen. That. Holy fuck. Despite the shock and confusion, their love remained steadfast, a flickering ember amidst the ashes of regret. Emily sat look at me with a tears running down her cheeks. I didn't even know what to do, I'd been betrayed by her, but I helped the woman do it? I couldn't reconcile it. Instinctively I took her in my arms.

With heavy hearts, we untangled themselves from the bedsheets, our bodies carrying the weight of their shared mistake. As we sat on the edge of the bed, their eyes locked once more, a mutual understanding passed between them. A shared guilt, a horror, and still love.

Could we mend what was broken? The question reverberated through my mind, each word carrying the weight of our shattered trust. As my wife reluctantly left for work, the heaviness in the air suffocated me, leaving me feeling suffused with horror and disbelief. How could I make sense of this nightmare that had engulfed our lives?

The remnants of our wordless breakfast lingered on the table, a bitter reminder of the rift that had formed between us. Every bite tasted like regret, a bitter pill I struggled to swallow. The silence echoed with unspoken anguish, punctuated only by the hollow sound of my wife's footsteps fading into the distance.

Feeling an overwhelming need to escape, to find solace within the depths of my own thoughts, I set out on a long walk. Each step carried me further away from the confines of our home, yet the weight of the truth followed me, a relentless shadow haunting my every move. The world around me blurred, its vibrant colors dimmed by the darkness that had consumed our once harmonious existence.

As I walked, my mind became a battleground, the scenes of that ill-fated night replaying relentlessly. I couldn't escape the images of my wife's vulnerability, her misplaced trust, and my own complicity. Horror coursed through my veins, gripping my heart in an iron vice, as I grappled with the magnitude of our transgressions. But, my dick started to stir. Fuck, I was aroused by this insanity. What the fuck is wrong with me?

The realization struck me with a that threatened to knock me off my feet—I had failed her. As I continued my solitary journey, the world seemed to mirror my internal turmoil. The once bright sky was now clouded with a blanket of dark despair, and the gentle breeze whispered remorseful laments. I questioned my own integrity, my ability to navigate the complexities of love, and the darkness that lurked within me. The images flashed in my mind, bringing that darkness out, my cock beginning to get hard.

I yearned for answers, for a glimmer of hope to guide me through this desolate landscape of remorse. But in that moment, all I could feel was the horrifying truth of our brokenness, the devastating consequences of our actions, and the lingering sense, that maybe I actually wanted more.

As I finally made my way back home, the silence that enveloped the house mirrored the void within my soul. Trembling, I stood in the doorway, grappling with the reality that awaited me inside.

And yet over the coming weeks, with every small act of kindness, every gentle touch, we breathed life into our renewed affection. We cherished the simple moments, the laughter that echoed through the rooms, and the shared experiences that once again filled our lives with joy. The love that had felt tarnished and fragile began to reclaim its vibrancy, painting our days with the colors of hope and redemption.

In the depths of our renewed love, we found solace and strength. The horrifying chapter in our lives was barely spoken of, and quietly it still turned us both on. We talked about it, our guts wrenched but the sex we had afterwards was always incredible.

As I held my wife's hand, gazing into her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and love, there was a knock on the door. She was back.

Chapter 3: Embracing Servitude, Embracing Darkness

I casually walked to the door, my wife sitting inside on the couch watching TV. You can imagine my stunned horror as I saw Amira standing there, wearing a flauntingly revealing black velvet dress, and looking drop dead gorgeous. With those delicious deep green eyes sparkling staring at me with longing as the mind control kicked in, and I felt her arousal.

When she spoke, her voice rang loud and clear. "Well don't just stand there" she said, and slinked sexily, hips swaying past me, grazing her hand over my chest and sauntering into the living room where my wife was. I followed, I needed to. I could feel her huge semi in her tight panties as she gazed at my wife. Her mind control was not yet active. She stared mouth agape in horror at the woman before her. I slipped in beside Amira, eager to please her body, overcome with horniness. My wife looked with tears in her eyes and shock in her voice.

"Amira!" She screamed, "Get out! Get Out!! Please get out!!" as I ran my hands over Amira's sexy svelte but curvy body. We were stone sober, we wouldn't be able to rationalize this one. I slide my hands over Amira's breasts, kissing her neck and sliding my hand down to her rub her hardening cock through her dress. My wife was beginning to cry and begged Amira to go away.

I slipped my hand into Amira's panties, hiked up her dress, and pulled out her giant cock. For a moment, my wife was silent. It wasn't the mind control, Amira still hadn't placed that on her. With terror, and anger, and tears she gazed, remembering in part of her the pleasure she felt that night. Amira tickled her with just a touch of her mind control, enough to bring her arousal to the fore, as I stroked the woman's meaty girthy cock, and kissed her neck as a display for my wife.

Her cheeks blushed red, ashamed.

"That... That is so..." She gasped between soft moans.

"... Sexy?" Amira asked.

She broke eye contact and then looked back at the huge cock, on the beautiful woman I was pleasuring in front of her, gazing at it, and Amira tickled her with a tiny bit more of her mind control.

You could see was conflicted. This was what Amira wanted. Just to tickle her over the edge of lust, whilst she was still aware enough to hate it, and hate herself for it. You could see the complex emotions fighting in her eyes. Her cheeks flushes, her mind rolling in terror, she shifted uncomfortably as sexual arousal slowly rose inside her. She unconsciously licked her lips look at the massive cock. She gazed on it's magnificent girth, it's pulsing veins, the firmness of her heavy balls, the fleshy glisten on the tip.

She was torn, tortured by her loyalty to me, and her shame and regret. And still the mind control tickled softly higher in her, and her heat slowly rose. She took a step towards it. Her eyes narrowed, she swallowed nervously. She held out her hand, opened wide, and her mouth hung open slightly, glistening wetly. She blinked, letting her eyes focus on the throbbing, gigantic ten inch club-like, engorged cock, her gaze fixed intently on the dick, as if ready to open up and swallow it whole.

She ran her finger on it, looking at me consumed by guilt, eyes full of apology. "I'm sorry" she whispered softly, trembling.

Then without thinking she closed her eyes, and sank to her knees. Her hands shaking, her mouth licking her lips, I fed her the giant dick. Emily 's tongue, eagerly touching every part of it. And her fingers closing around the base, caressing the shaft while her saliva coated it all hungrily. Her moans filled the room, as her body squirmed with excitement, passion as I felt my wife's hungry shamed mouth around Amira's giant tool. Amira 's smile broadened as she watched my loving wife and he ashamed eyes suck the big fat cock into her face. I couldn't help it, I put my hand on her head, gently guiding her to keep going. Emily kept sucking the cock, whimpering as she enjoyed its taste. But then she paused, stopped breathing, staring back up at me, her expression clouded with confusion and fear.

Amira held her head in her hands pointing my wife Emily's confused face up at me. I could feel Amira revel in her suffering, in her power, and it turned her on. It felt ecstatic as I looked on my wife, huge cock resting on her pretty face. Amira slapped her cock on my wife's pleading, horny shameful face with meaty slapping sounds. As she did, Amira turned up the mind control one tiny more sliver. Seeing my wife like this was even more erotic. My wife moaned in shame as the large cock slapped on her cheeks. The battle was raging inside her. Her cheeks blushed, her eyebrows scowled, as Amira fed her giant cock back into your wife Emily's mouth. "Suck it!" yelled Amira.

With a hoarse voice Emily whimpered, swallowing another inch of the club-like dick down her throat. A single tear rolled down my wife's cheek, remorse palpable in her eyes as she looked at me apologetically, pleading and started to bob on Amira's giant cock. Amira slid the thick fat end of her fuck stick further down my wife's throat. I felt Emily's gag reflex pushing against her gag-mask. My cock quivered as I felt Amira's cock in my conflicted wife's throat. Amira turned up the mind control one more sliver. Enough to make it impossible to resist, but so that she still felt guilty doing it.

I ran my hands down Amira's body as my wife choked on the enormous shaft. My fleshy paws mauled Amira's medium-large tits, and softly rubbed her erect small nipples. The dark haired woman continued to slide her fuck stick further down my wife's throat. I lowered myself down beside my wife I massaged her firm round ass and trailed my finger along her stomach. My wife whimpered, moaned mouth full of impossibly fat dick. Her eyes said "I'm sorry". I was too aroused to care. I rubbed Amira's thighs my wife worked, kissed her stomach and down to lick her huge hairless balls. As I teased her large balls, rolling them in my mouth softly, Emily hungrily teased Amira's cock head with her lips and lounge. Amira and I both moaned, our pleasure synced.

I licked my way back up the huge shaft over till I was near my wife. Across the giant cock, I gazed into my wife's hazel orbs as she stared back. Her soul crying out to me. Emily's hot breath on the Amira's engorged cock head I heard Amira groan loudly, and I felt her pleasure, mental and physical. I felt Amira, my wife's tongue flicking over her erect monster as she reveled, aroused in our helpless suffering.

Then she withdrew, pulling my wife to her feet, and literally tearing her clothes off. Emily was no match for the evil femme's sexual domination. She cried in weak protest. Soon, she was bent over the couch, Amira lifted her ass in the air fingered her pussy, slapping her meaty cock on Emily's huge ass. Emily grunted and shuddered, tears streamed down her face as she experienced the erotic horror of the situation, still somewhat aware. As Emily panted, I stood behind Amira, gripping her cock. I slowly pushed her enormous cock into my wife. "You don't want that, we can't do this!" she cried. But her ass was pushing up into the air needily.

Her pussy had returned to being tight since Amira's last visit. As the fat cockhead pushed in she screamed pained, and I felt my wife's pussy quiver on her giant cock. Amira grasped my hand and pulled me closer to her massive phallus and kissed me deeply. She eased her cock slowly, moving gently, as Emily's mind recoiled from what was happening and the flesh took over. I could feel Amira's huge dick pulsing inside my wife's vicelike pussy grip.

After a few minutes of slow invasion, Emily began to moan her body taking over, enjoy deep penetration of her half buried huge cock. She started panting, every few thrusts increasing in volume until she was screaming like an animal. Her pussy muscles were tensing against Amira's powerful prick as she panted wildly. The look of delirious rapture on her face said it all.

I could hear Amira whisper to me "She loves my cock look at her" in my ear, as she casually, slowly and gently thrusted 3/4's of her cock into my quivering wife and Amira stopped still, as if to demonstrate. Emily started pushing back desperately on her massive cock. Slowly at first and then with passion, need. Emily reached under herself, grabbing onto her own huge big tits and rocking back onto Amira's magnificent member. Her pussy flexing and contracting on Amira's huge erection.

Suddenly, Emily orgasmed, tremble uncontrollably, and began to cry out in pain and pleasure. Amira turned to look at me, smiled a crocked smile, and winked as Emily continued to fuck her pussy violently on Amira's dick, digging her fingers into her tits, sweat dripping from her face. She came and came until her huge fat ass was slapping on Amira's stomach, her huge cock fully hilted. I sighed and trembled, my cock oozing as I felt Amira's pleasure. Emily's pussy was quivering around Amira's thick meatstick and my wife continued to grind down on it.

Amira still motionless letting my wife bounce on her dick, gave me a deep kiss, and then turned to really fucking Emily back. Then Amira slapped her big fat ass hard three times, and grabbed Emily's huge tits with both hands and twisted her nipples, as she started to fuck her again. Emily cried out loud and pushed back against Amira's monster cock and with that her second wave of rolling orgasms began. My poor little beautiful Emily was going crazy now. And so was I, as Amira slapped her big ass hard, yanked on her sensitive nipples, slapped her huge tits, slapped her face, pulled her hair. This was total domination.

Emily's screams, gasps and moans reverberated throughout the house, her body shuddered and shook, as waves after waves of orgasmic ecstasy overcame her short thicc frame. Her big now red ass rippled, her giant tits bounced. She started to beg for it, crying as she said "Please fuck me! Please don't stop!" in a whimpering voice.

Over and over again as she convulsed in yet another epic release. As her sexual desires grew exponentially, her skin became flushed and sweaty, her long brown curvy hair was drenched, her makeup smeared, and as Amira's balls heaved, fat cock buried inside my wife's quivering pussy. She had a satisfied look of focused determination as she started to unload into my wife. I felt it all as Amira came, her hot sticky sperm jetting inside Emily. And I exploded too, feeling every part of Amira's massive climax filling Emily with her sperm. Emily collapsed onto the floor, limp, still cumming, unaware of anything other than the glorious feelings being wracked through her entire being.

After a few minutes of relief and catching her breath, Emily turned around to look at us, a look of shame are regret still shining in her eyes. I gently stroke Amira's still hard cock as I look at my wife, feeling Amira's hunger for her. Still weak, and shaking, Emily clings to me and whispers. "I'm so sorry honey.". She kisses me passionately, and I feel her love and remorse, as she then slips down onto her knees, in front of Amira's veiny fuck stick. Despite only partial mind control, there was no way Emily could deny her lover anymore. Amira gave her too much pleasure to resist.

Looking up at me, Emily turns back to Amira's enormous cock, grabs hold of its shaft and slowly slides it into her mouth. To see your beautiful wife worshiping a stranger's giant cock in such an intimate manner was intensely erotic, and that's without the intoxication of feeling everything this plank cocked succubus did. It's a mindfuck. I sigh, shivering as my wife took the cum coated cock into her willing plump lips. Emily bobbed her head on Amira's throbbing fuckstick for several seconds, Amira groaning before she moaned to me "Hmpf, there's a bag ...aaa....near the door....get... it", she said taking hold of my wife's bobbing head.

Wobbling from the sensation of my wife's mouth on Amira's dick, I stumble to the door. There's a large Duffel bag outside. I stumble back into the room, moaning, and unzip the contents onto the couch to the some of my wife's satisfied cock sucking purrs "mmmmmmmm". There's a huge vibrator, a switch, a paddle, several restraints, some candles, a butt plug, nipple clamps a veritable smorgasbord of BDSM gear.

Suddenly I know why Amira is getting even more aroused. She's going to tie up, spank, beat, and the fuck out of my wife. My dick twitches, feeling Amira's cock inside my wife's throat moaning. As she gives my wife a throat full of cock, she purrs, pointing to some of the restraints "Let's make this interesting darling". I take the complicated restraints over. The key attached to them makes me nervous.

I tighten the straps around her ankles. A rope cinches her waist to a fixed point and to her wrists. It pulls down and tightens, leaving her hogtied and helpless, her wrists, and ankles bound together. Amira instructs me to light the candles, which is easier without Amira's cock in my wife's mouth. Flipped onto her stomach, with her ass helplessly in the air, I return with the burning candles as Amira muses over her instruments of pain. "Oh, you're gonna like this Adam."

She tells my wife to open her mouth wide, telling me "the first thing I want to do is gag your wife so she doesn't try to speak during our little bit of fun." This whole thing feels like a tad of an understatement Amira's giant cock hard and pointing up. With that Amira takes a switch from her selection of tools. She stands over my wife's ass with the switch, and pushes my head down to her cock as she goes to work.

A few swats on her ass with the switch leave no doubt about the punishment that is coming, leaving angry red lines on her giant ass. I watch in awe as Amira punishes my wife's ass, pressing the vibrator up to her clit as I lick Amira's cock gently.

She teases my wife to near orgasm as she repeatedly swats her ass, her feet, her thighs with the switch, leaving angry red lines everywhere. She takes out the paddle, paddling my wife's ass as she again takes her close to orgasm but denying it. Emily has been screaming, crying, but is already begging Amira to let her cum.

The spanking has gotten much harder now, Emily's fat round ass growing purple and bruised. Amira inserts a butt plug, and turns Emily over, applying nipple clamps. She slaps her face repeatedly and spits on it, with the vibrator applied, continuing to deny her orgasm, as she bucks her hips hopelessly. Amira applies the switch to her huge tits, her ass, and her feet, as she cries, whimpers and pleads. Emily struggles in her restraints, her pussy getting wetter and needier with each stroke. She starts to lean in to them, wet and cum streaming down her thigh.

The stinging never ends as Amira decides to intensify her torment, teasing her near orgasm, and denying, again and again, needing only her palms to inflict pain now on her raw body. She takes the gag off, and rolls Emily back onto her stomach, ankles and wrists bound tightly, her ass in the air, butt plug perfectly framing her red and purple massive ass.

She bucks her hips wildly, "please fuck me, please Amira, please". Amira lifts just enough of my mind control to see the horror of what's in front of me, but not enough that I'm not still incredibly aroused. Watching this scene unfold has been is intense for me. I am nearly gagging from my own excitement watching this beautiful being torturing my wife so deeply, and yet my stomach churns with jealousy knowing how she is for Amira's cock. Amira purrs "She looks ready".

I shake my head as if to disagree, but whimpering and moaning from how Amira's pulsing eyes and lustful gaze look at my wife's bruised big ass and pussy. The emotions are colliding. My lust and arousal at seeing my wife about to be again ravaged by Amira's massive thick cock, her desperation of her need to be fucked, the powerful feelings of frustration and jealousy.

I feel like I'm going crazy. Emily's thighs start to quiver, she needs to be fucked my Amira so badly. She bites her lip and squirms around in her bondage, moaning loudly. Amira slides over and starts teasing her pussy opening and clit with her fat cock head. Her hips buck, to be fucked. I watch her begging face and become even more turned on. The arousal starts to win over the jealousy. Finally she explodes and screams out "please I need you to fuck me Amira, I'm yours I'll do anything".

Amira slides her entire thick 10 inches into Emily and she emits an immediate satisfied deep moan, and then she takes it out again, once again teasing her entrance and clit. Emily pushes her ass up and begs her for more, she doesn't stop until she's fully in. Emily is breathing heavy as Amira slowly starts moving, tantalizingly slow for your wife. I watch as she moves her massive cock inch by inch inside her streaming cum filled wet pussy.

This isn't good enough for Emily, she arched her back, and struggles in her restraints trying to fuck back, but alas she cannot move. Amira gives her sore bruised fat ass a light smack and Emily moans in agony and relief. Amira turns her satisfied smile to me "She's hungry little girl, isn't she?". I cringe at the question, my stomach sinking as my cock twitches and weeps feeling her pussy hungry for Amira's cock. A tear falls from my eye, broken.

Amira whispers "Just say yes little boy." Emily says something along the lines of "Please fuck me, I'm yours, I need your cock!", but it's muffled her face buried in the carpet. Amira smiles at me and, I feel my humiliation and shame deepen and my arousal. I move over to them, instinctively. My hand gently caressing Amira's small hard nipples. I mutter "Yes....mistress", in defeat, trying to find some submissive word.

Slowly she starts to move her massive cock inside my to cum wife. Her hands guide my hands downward toward her cock. Amira continues to very slowly fuck Emily, me stroking her throbbing length. Every time Emily gets close, she stops. After a few minutes of this she finally pulls all the way out and my wife gasps in disappointment, staring wide eyed and needy at her cock. Now she has lowered my wife's mind control slightly as well. She knows where she is, and her betrayal and what she's doing but she's utterly to cum.

Amira purrs to me "uncuff your wife, and take her to the bedroom for me", giving me a sweet peck on the cheek, knowing that we'd both need to be partly willing. "And don't let her cum yet" she says with a wink. My wife is still so caught up in lust for Amira's cock that she does not notice that I am uncuffed and have pulled her up onto her feet. guide her into the bedroom, her pelvis and big round ass still wiggling as if to fuck air, I lie her on the bed. This is it, I have given in to Amira. All of Amira. A powerful dark goddess. A savage sexual demon. Nothing good can come of this, but the lust is driving us crazy.

Amira walks in, Emily's whipped and bruised body still thrusting at air, butt plug in her ass, nipple clamps on her fat tits. Amira's massive rock hard cock looms as she saunters seductively to the bed. Arousal flares inside me. She slides between my wife's legs just barely touching Emily's pussy with the tip of her huge club cock. She tugs gently on Emily's nipple clams and she moans, still begging pathetically, "Please mistress, please fill me with your cum, I need your fat cock, I need it!". My wife is completely at her mercy.

I look down at my wife's pathetic face, looking up at me, her eyes pleading. Amira purrs "would you mind dear?" to me. I know what she means, and I slide my hand down to grab her veiny girth and guide her in. I feel so much shame. Such ownership of another man's wife, such violation. I want to yell out that she is mine! That this is all wrong. But I just cannot bring myself to stop what is happening, I'm so aroused, so broken. And so slowly, moaning with the pleasure, I guide Amira's veiny fat 10 inch cock inside my wife.

She moans louder, groaning like an wild animal, "yes... yes.. yes.... god I love it". Emily begins to try and push back against Amira's cock, rocking, shaking, needy, pressing the tip inside. She is so , insanely horny, possessed. I watch in disbelief as her pussy swallows Amira's thick slab of flesh in one smooth stroke. Her wet vagina easily accepts my wife, taking her big thick rock hard 10 inch cock with ease.

The feeling for me is incredible. As she is deeper inside my wife, watching her huge cock impale her cunt, slowly in and out, balls slapping her huge ass, Emily takes more and more of Amira's cock, until Amira fills my wife up completely. Amira is only slowly moving, and yet they both cry out loudly in ecstasy.

My wife's legs begin to tremble, hands clench the sheets as Amira forces every inch of her huge cock into her squirming hungry cunt. She pushes deep, slowly in and out, twisting, stretching, pushing Emily 's thighs apart. She can feel how stretched out her pussy is now. Her lips flutter open wide as her eyes roll into the back of her head, Amira shoves her cock all the way inside, past her cervix.

Amira starts to fuck her at a medium pace, groaning as she says "Mmmm, she's quite the sight isn't she? Why don't you give your lovely wife a kiss". My wife kisses me passionately but it's like she's barely there as she moans into my exploring tongue, and Amira fucks her with her huge cock. Amira is so far in now, it feels as if her massive throbbing member is lodged in my wife's belly.

Amira pulls off my wife's nipple claims, and she cries in pain into my kiss, Amira starts to move faster. Her giant club cock rips through my wife's pussy like hot knife through butter, all the way down to her swollen womb. Each thrust in makes her scream and whimper into my passionate kiss more than before. Tears streaming down her face, she continues to be railed, Amira now playing with her huge tits, and pained tortured nipples, tweaking and pulling at them as she fucks my wife. Emily begins to moan uncontrollably, her body tenses up.

Her back arches forward and then arching backwards, while holding onto my neck, as I try to keep kissing my wife, Amira continues fucking her mercilessly. Her screams fill the room, her gasps filled with pain, locked in sexual bliss with Amira's enormous prick, looks straight at me wide eyes. All she can say, breathlessly is "Cock. Fuck".

As I kiss her again, Amira's heavy breathing fills the air, and then a loud shriek as Amira thrusts deep inside her, deeper and harder than ever before. I kiss my wife deeply as I cum, feeling Amira flooding her womb with sperm, Emily's eyes now open, looking into mine, passionately kissing me as Amira pumps her sperm inside my wife's distended pussy. As Amira pulls out, still spraying sperm as it goes over her red, abused body, and onto our kissing faces. As we lovingly kiss, cum drips into your kissing tongues.

Amira isn't anywhere near done. She rolls Emily on top of me as we lie kissing each other, Amira's salty sperm all over us, dripping from her pussy down her thigh, and she pushes her giant cock back in. Emily moans into my kiss. Amira spanks and grabs her fat round ass as she fucks my wife into my body. Pushing in further until she's balls deep inside Emily. My wife immediately starts cuming once more, Amira grabs her head pulls her back, slaps her face and her tits, slamming her back down on my chest as she fucks Emily, grunting "keep kissing love .....birds", as she slams my curvy wife into my body.

The enormous ass of Emily's ripples, and I can feel her trembling as she climaxes again and again. Her crying, and moans and panting muffled into our kiss. Her pussy quivers around Amira's giant cock, over and over. Amira slows, starting to play with the butt plug in my wife's ass. Emily groans, into my face, whispering "Amira. Amira" as Amira pumps her pussy pulling the plug in and out of her asshole.

She cums again, while my wife's anus clenching around the plug. As Amira once again pours into her womb, and I again cum, Amira's sperm spilling over her red ass and down her thighs as Amira pulls out. Amira smirks "Got to try that ass don't I, will you be a dear", looking at me. I've never even fucked her there, I think. I spread Emily's fat round cum covered ass for her pulsing cum leaking giant cock.

"Aaaaah" Amira sighs as she works the giant cock head into my wife's virgin ass. She cries out, and Amira purrs winking, "you might have to wait a bit for the next kiss with your lovely wife", and starts working her cock inside her tight anus. Emily screams, a shrill pained shriek, her body wrecked, shaking sweaty. We stay like this for several minutes, Amira's massive cock slowly disappearing deeper into my wife's ass.

Emily thrashes, begging "Please stop....please stop". But it doesn't stop, and she starts screaming. No words, just short hysterical screeches and wails. The sound rings through the room as Amira's monster cock continues to sink deeper into her ass. Her cries get louder, and louder, then stop. A pause, and then Amira starts moving in and out. Slow movements as Emily starts to groan a low pained groan into my chest. Amira doesn't move much. Just stays impaled in her ass gently moving. Every inch sinking deeper. In and out slowly. It doesn't take long before Emily starts groaning and whimpering with every thrust.

My own dick is hard and pressing against Emily's stomach. And then Amira gives another painful thrust and Emily moans loudly and gravely shaky low moan, crying out. The muscles in her ass spasm and grip onto Amira's cock. Her back arches off my lap, and her hips buck, and she gives a loud guttural scream her ass cuming on the giant cock.

Amira stops moving. She just holds Emily's still ass for a minute and then keeps pumping. Giving your wife's sore, red ass another slap as she begins to orgasm again, crying. As her hips start to move in time with Amira's huge cock fucking her asshole thrusting tears roll down her cheeks. Amira leans forward kissing Emily deeply on the lips as Emily cums again, shaking, weaky, submissive.

Both are panting heavily. Amira kisses her deeply and then Emily's face into mine. She slaps her red sore ass again, and starts fucking her asshole hard. Emily kisses me whining into my mouth, her mouth weak, her body shaking. Slowly Amira lets off the mind control as she nears her orgasm, letting is both experience the scene we are in raw. We are both so turned on it barely matters. My cock pressed helplessly into my wife's stomach as Amira rails her asshole, her whole body limp.

Emily starts cuming over and over her eyes and she sits up on all fours on top of me, pressing back into the giant meat club pistoning into her asshole. Her eyes are wide, full cognizant and turned on by being fucked in front of me.

The strange feeling intensifies and I can feel everything. Emily's eyes roll up in her head. I am having trouble controlling myself, my moans coming from some other place inside me. I'm so turned on seeing her get fucked. I know that this is wrong. Amira grabs her ass check and her hair, as Emily's fat tits slam into my body.

Emily's orgasm seems endless and she squirts as Amira fucks her asshole roughly. Rapidly the mind control returns and I can feel Emily's anus twitching on Amira's giant dick, squeezing it tightly over and over.

Amira forces my cuming wife's face into mine. We kiss, as a second later, Amira shoots wave after wave of sperm into Emily's asshole. We all cum. Her kiss is so passionate. Her hot tongue pushes hungrily into my mouth. Her low moans breathing into the kiss. I can feel Amira's cock inside her asshole as I kiss her. It feels so warm, filling her and sliding through her colon. It twitches as spurts cum inside my wife, as get moan lowers to a whimper. Somehow the entire universe swirls around us as we kiss passionately. Her lips are so soft. She's so .

Then Amira slides out of my wife's still twitch asshole panting heavily. She gives me wife's red ass a light slap and heads into the kitchen, letting all the mind control down. I lie next to Emily, stroking her hair, kissing her forehead. As her breath slows, I hear her whispering something... something comforting? "Thank you," she says. "I love you."

We both fall asleep. When we wake up, our mistress is in bed with us. She's still here. But by now we our know place.