Amba ruins my life

Part 1 Amba takes control 

I am a slave for Miss Amba. She is 22 and uses me for my wallet. I am 50 - we met online and she quickly got my measure. On a visit, I’m allowed into the room after she and her Alpha boyfriend Mike - who I must call Master - have had intercourse. Amba won’t let me near her of course, she is showered, dressed in a short leather mini and crop top and ready for a loser funded shopping trip. But Sir wants to demonstrate his dominance and tells me to clean him up with my mouth as he lies on the bed, his massive cock semi hard and coated with their juices. I begin to say no, but one look from Amba and I begin to get down to it. Mike begins to get into it, becoming fully hard and much too big for my mouth. He grunts instructions and tells me I won’t be able to sit down for a week unless I improve my technique. I try to say I’m doing my best and ask him to slow down his thrusts, but I’m so full of him it just comes out as muffled chokes.

Part 2 Madam Zoey arrives

Amba goes downstairs, while Mike finishes - “boys will be boys!”. Madam Zoey, Amba’s mother, has arrived for the loser funded shopping trip and the ladies have a chat. Occasionally, this is interrupted by a flurry of hard slaps and muffled squeals. Madam Zoey giggles. Amba tells her that she has met some submissive idiots in her time, but I really take the biscuit. Amba tells Madam Zoey about making me buy the hello kitty cage, despite it causing me a lot of discomfort because of it’s tiny size. Madam Zoey barks with laughter as they hear me coming down the stairs. All this bodes well for the shopping trip, Zoey thinks.

I am a state. Red faced and Mike has not allowed me to clean up. Madam Zoey beams at me. She says she’s pleased that I’m showing Mike “proper respect” and tells me to show her the cage. I look at Amba and she’s impatient for the shops but nods. The cage looks ridiculous. Not just because a 50 year old man has a feminine  cartoon pink toy chastity, but because it’s evidently much too small. My willy is desperately trying to push out on all sides. My testicles are simply enormous, it must be months since I’ve had a squirt. Even Madam Zoey thinks this is a bit too much. But I only have myself to blame for falling down the rabbit hole with someone as determined as her daughter. Bored, Amba crosses her sensational legs and her skirt rides up. In a moment of idiocy I ask whether I could please have the key for just a moment and “wash up” in the bathroom. Amba’s face looks like thunder. Madam Zoey sees this and asks me whether I need to go and tell Mike what I’ve just said and what I was looking at as I said it. “Good, let’s go shopping then”.

Part 3 Mike and my wife

Later, when I’m back at home, there is a knock on the door. My wife Sarah opens it and to my horror Mike, Amba’s boyfriend, is standing there. My wife looks embarrassed, rather than surprised. Mike tells me he has been seeing Sarah for weeks and says I should thank him for giving her a proper seeing to. .Sarah has been wearing much sexier clothing recently, smart but shorter and tighter skirts with heels and push up bras and it all starts to make sense. It has all been for this arrogant, well built jock, half her age, not for me.

Sarah, still blushing, tells me to get Mike a beer. When I return she is flushed, sitting on the sofa we recently bought, with her skirt riding up around her waist, exposing suspenders and new underwear that must have cost a fortune and which are completely out of character. But my attention is then brought sharply to Mike. He has his cock out and it’s a huge bloody baseball bat of a thing. My wife can’t take her eyes off it as it sways about. She sees me looking at her and tells Mike I’m being a pervert. He tells me to leave the beer and fuck off. He sits down next to my wife and begins groping her beautiful bottom. Sarah’s tiny hand is dwarfed by his truncheon cock as she begins to wank him. Mike leans in to kiss her and she moans into his mouth. Her hand begins to slick up with his pre-cum, making the wedding ring glisten. Mike puts his hands between her toned legs with her suspender garters pressing into her beautiful pert bottom. She is absolutely dwarfed by the cocky young sod. I’m transfixed by this vision. But then my wife looks up and sees me. She tells me to fuck off if I don’t want a hiding from Mike.

Part 4 Mike takes my wife

I go next door and turn the telly on loudly - what choice do I have, Mike would floor me with a punch. I can hear pretty much everything. Kissing first and groans from Sarah. Then loud pops as she sucks then  pulls her mouth off the head of his big dick repeatedly. I never got head even when we were courting! Then a grunted instruction from Mike, inaudible. There is silence for a moment before Sarah gasps “o Christ please go easy Darling, you’re bloody enormous!”. Mike asks my wife if she likes his horse-cock, easing further into her and she grunts out urgent approval.

They start to fuck in earnest and I worry about the neighbours hearing the loud slap, slap, slap and the thump of our new sofa banging the wall. Sarah sounds like she’s lost her mind, please, o god, darling, o please. This goes on seemingly forever as Mike instructs her to move into one position after another. Finally I hear Mike tell my wife he wants to take her from behind. This is confirmed as things get even louder. First I hear the smack, smack of her buttocks as he pounds his cock into her. Then on top of this, excited squealing, yelps and massive slaps as he begins to spank her as hard as he can. He makes her shout out that she’s his bitch in between slaps. For gods sake Sarah! They climax noisily and then things go quiet for a bit.

After a few minutes, Sarah comes into the T V room. She has put her skirt and bra back on but is clearly post fuck, her hair is a mess, her lipstick is smeared to buggery and her suspenders have a massive rip in them. As I look at her legs my eyes widen at the glistening stark of cum across her upper thigh. My wife sees where I’m looking and is obviously on the verge of making a disdainful remark. Mike wants another beer she tells me. Bring it up to the bedroom, Mike and I want to carry on chatting up there. When he’s gone, we need to talk too.