But now it was time for more. Chuck was going to watch. Maybe even participate, depending how I felt.I took Tina by the hand and pulled her to my side...of the table. Chuck was on the opposite side. I ordered a round of drinks. And then nursed them while we made small talk and Chuck watched my massage his wife's thigh and nibble on her neck.I asked Chuck if he was ready to watch me fuck his wife. He nodded. I signed the tab and we went upstairs.We had a suite with a view of downtown Fort Worth.. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Slave puta ran ahead of us to the Carousel. When we got there, Master went up to Herr Dunkler and handed him an envelope. The Dark Lord– that’s what Dunklermeister, his full name, means– The Dark Lord held it in his hand. One day, while Jon was at work, I looked up that type offantasy on the internet. I was amazed to see how manymen shared his fantasy. There were whole sections oferotic literature devoted to the topic. I spent hoursreading story after story. By the time Jon got home Ijumped him in the living room and fucked his brains out.He had no clue what was going on but enjoyed the ride. After he asked what had gotten into me. I told him aboutthe stories. He again asked if I wanted to try it, ofcourse but I. He awoke and promptly fucked Melanie from behind; she was sore already, the added pain seemed hardly to matter now. He had Umbra fetch some ointment, which was not the best idea as she had no idea either what it was for nor what would be the best choice. She returned with goose dripping and he smiled and smeared it on his increasingly erect cock and up her shithole. “Oh no! You shall nooooot” It was too late, he was already forcing his way in, roughly. But, though he fucked her hard, he.