Becca Bellamy
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She Makes the Rules - Part 6
🕑 Added 2021-10-13 06:24:09 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“You’re such a good little slut for me,” Hannah said as she fucked her husband from behind. “You’re a good little slut for your wife, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Paul answered.
Hannah smiled as she watched her husband’s asshole swallow her strapon with ease. She knew it still caused him a little bit of pain, but Paul didn’t complain. He took it because he really had turned into a good little slut for her. He always got naked, lubed up, and bent over when she told him to. He always took every thrust she offered, welcoming Hannah’s cock until she was finished with him.
“Did you ever imagine you’d be the one getting ass fucked in this relationship?” Hannah asked.
“No,” Paul said.
She laughed and smacked his ass hard, causing Paul to cry out from the sudden pain he no doubt felt emanating from where she’d struck him.
“I never imagined either of us would end up getting ass fucked,” Hannah said. “I certainly have no particular interest in anal sex and I know you don’t either. You’re willing to take it though, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Paul said.
“Why is that, Paul? Why are you so willing to be an anal slut for your wife?” she asked.
“Because you make the rules,” Paul answered.
Hannah smiled. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get sick of hearing her husband say that. She’d taken to finding all manner of ways in which to have him express what had become the central tenet of their marriage. It felt like a particularly effective way of training him, especially when combined with something like fucking him doggystyle with her strapon. If he uttered those words while she was fucking his ass, chances were good they’d be burned into his brain and he’d never forget that their marriage had shifted into something decidedly female led.
As she fucked him, Hannah reached around and grasped Paul’s locked cock. She no longer felt the need to cage him all that frequently – he’d long since stopped masturbating without permission – but sometimes it was still thrilling to take away his ability to get erect. The cage was a perfect reminder that she was in total control, after all.
“You’re leaking,” she said as her fingers discovered quite a bit of precum dripping from tip of Paul’s cock. “Does that mean you like getting fucked up the ass, Paul?”
“I don’t know,” Paul replied.
Hannah could understand why a straight man wouldn’t want to admit he enjoyed receiving anal sex. It wasn’t a traditionally manly thing to enjoy, after all. If anything, Paul was supposed to enjoy giving anal sex, not receiving. Hannah wasn’t sure he actually enjoyed it, either. He might have been leaking because he’d gone two weeks without an orgasm and any sort of sexual contact would be arousing enough to make precum pour from the tip of his cock.
“Are you sure you don’t like it, baby? Are you sure you don’t like it when your beautiful wife bends you over and fucks your ass? Are you sure you don’t like being a dirty little slut for me?” Hannah asked.
Paul groaned as she played with the tip of his cock while fucking him from behind, but he didn’t say anything. It seemed that he wasn’t going to give Hannah what she wanted. She had a plan for that, though.
Hannah pulled out, smacked Paul’s ass, and said, “Get on your back.”
Paul flipped over without hesitation and Hannah lifted the chain that held his chastity key over her head – she wore the key between her breasts whenever Paul was locked – and slipped it into the lock. Paul’s eyes went wide as Hannah unlocked his cage and set him free.
“Does that feel better?” she asked while stroking his soft flesh.
“Yes,” Paul replied.
He looked so vulnerable on his back and Hannah felt so powerful sitting between his legs with a stiff cock protruding from her pelvis. She felt a genuine urge to fuck her husband and to work an orgasm out of him. She wondered if men felt like that when a woman spread her legs for them.
The harder Paul’s cock got, the louder he moaned. He stared at Hannah’s perky breasts and reached up to touch them, but she slapped his hand away. In that moment, Hannah wasn’t going to give Paul anything he wanted unless he begged for it.
“Do you want to cum?” she asked.
Paul nodded.
“I can make you cum,” she said. “You just have to give me what I want.”
“What do you want?” he asked.
Hannah scooted forward and rubbed the head of her cock over her husband’s asshole. He groaned and she was fairly certain he was excited at the prospect of her filling his rectum once more.
“You just have to admit that you love it when I fuck you,” she said. “That’s it. You just have to tell me that you love being a dirty little anal slut for your wife.”
Hannah pushed the head of her cock into his asshole, held it there for a few moments, and then pulled out. Paul groaned, but that might have been because she stopped stroking his cock the moment she pulled out.
Hannah slid her cock in his ass once more and resumed stroking him. Her hand moved in concert with her strapon, so as she fucked him she pleasured his throbbing cock, bringing him closer to the orgasm he clearly craved.
“Faster,” Paul said.
Hannah smiled. “Sorry, what’s that, Paul?”
“Please…fuck me faster,” he said.
That’s what she wanted to hear. She wanted her husband to open up to her desires, to submit his body to what she craved, and Hannah was turned on at the idea of Paul actually wanting to get fucked, so in the moment she wanted to hear him beg for it.
Hannah fucked him faster. She hadn’t yet gotten him to admit that he loved her cock in his ass, but it would happen before he came or he wouldn’t have an orgasm.
“Oh…fuck,” Paul said as she stroked him in time with her thrusts.
“Does that feel good, baby?” she asked. “Does it feel good when I fuck your ass?”
“Yes,” Paul said. “Please, fuck me faster, and harder. Fuck me harder.”
Hannah tightened her grip on his cock and fucked Paul harder and faster. She stroked him with every thrust into his ass. He moaned like a slut does when he’s getting exactly what he wants.
“Are you close, baby? Are you going to cum with my cock in your ass?” Hannah asked.
“Yes, I’m close,” Paul answered. “I’m so close.”
“Then tell me that you love getting fucked in the ass, Paul,” Hannah demanded. “Tell me that you love being an anal slut for your wife. Tell me right now or I’ll pull out and lock your cock back up.”
Paul looked at her and said, “I love getting fucked in the ass. I love being an anal slut for my wife. It’s so fucking embarrassing, but I love it.”
Hannah smiled and leaned down to kiss her husband. He lifted his hips to make it easier for her to fuck his ass and her tongue invaded his mouth while her strapon took his ass and her fingers stroked his cock.
Paul groaned and Hannah felt the head of his cock swell up. “Cum, you filthy fucking whore,” she whispered. “Cum like a little slut. Cum with my cock buried in your tight little asshole.”
Paul came and Hannah buried every inch of her strapon into his ass and held it there. She kissed his neck and moaned as his cum spurted over her fingers and onto both their stomachs, making a spectacular mess in the process.
Hannah pulled out, backed out of the bed, and took off her strapon. She surveyed the mess of cum on her husband’s stomach and promptly crawled back into the bed and straddled him. She rubbed her pussy in his semen and then sat on his face before he could move away.
“Clean up your mess,” she said. “And make me cum while you do it.”
Paul said something, but his voice was muffled by her pussy.
“Do as you’re told,” she said. “You don’t make the rules. I don’t care if you don’t want to eat your cum from my pussy. It’s what I want and that’s all that matters.”
Hannah felt Paul relax beneath her as he extended his tongue and put it to work in licking up his load and tending to her clit. He really was becoming a better, more obedient husband.
“Zoe says that Hudson truly became the husband she wanted him to be after he started cleaning up his mess and the messes of the men she welcomed into her body,” Hannah explained as she moved her pussy over Paul’s face. “Hudson resisted at first, of course. Any man would resist. Men are told it’s unnatural to eat their cum, or anyone else’s cum for that matter. It tastes awful, too, but that’s precisely why it’s so good for a man like you to eat your cum. You’re doing something unpleasant and you’re doing it for me, Paul. You’re doing it because I make the rules and you’re acknowledging that you accept my leadership. It helps keep that nasty ego of yours in check, too.”
Hannah lifted her pussy from his face and laughed as she saw the mess she’d made of her husband. Cum was smeared all over his lips, nose, and cheeks. It was spectacular.
“Hudson cleans up every drop of cum that leaves his body,” Hannah said. “Zoe says it’s become one of the most important rituals of their marriage, that she isn’t sure Hudson would be so obedient if he didn’t always have to clean up his cum. Would you clean every drop of cum that leaves your body for me, Paul?”
“I don’t know,” Paul said. “I guess, if I’m being honest, I’d say that I wouldn’t want to do that.”
Hannah smiled as she felt a burst of pleasure between her legs. It was the very idea of making her husband do something he didn’t really want to do that thrilled her. It was irrefutable evidence that she’d taken their marriage in the right direction. Some of the women in their private Facebook group seemed to find it a chore to shape their husband’s behavior, but Hannah found it deeply satisfying and almost always arousing, which she took as a sign that she’d discovered the type of marriage she was always meant to be in.
“You’re going to do it if that’s what I want, Paul,” Hannah said. “Aren’t you?”
Paul nodded.
“And why is that?” she asked.
“Because you make the rules,” he replied.
Hannah sat on his face once more. She smothered him with her slippery, cum-soaked pussy by moving her hips back and forth. In the process, she offered her throbbing clit the stimulation it craved and she inched ever closer to her climax.
As her orgasm approached, Julian, the man that had given her such spectacular orgasms half a dozen times since they’d first fucked, popped into her head. She thought of Julian and his masterful use of the big cock that rested between his legs. Paul hadn’t yet witnessed Hannah and Julian fuck, and a she rode his face, Hannah wondered if it was time for her husband to watch another man fuck his wife. The idea of it made her cum.
It was definitely time for Paul to watch.
