Virgil found himself frustrated again. While stroking his cock felt great, the release of orgasm eluded him lately. He could still get nice and hard, but reaching climax had been unattainable for some time now.
Things were already not fabulous in his relationship with his wife, Sheila. Although she was still a beautiful woman, she had lost interest in sex long ago, and while she knew he took care of himself from time to time, she ignored his needs in that regard. But his inability to get any solo sexual relief was making him cranky, and that wasn’t helping matters at home.
Virgil tried everything. Fantasizing about women, watching porn, and reading erotica. Nothing seemed to be able to get him over that hump. No matter how hard he tried, he was left with blue balls and a sore dick from over-stroking.
Then one night after work, while he was searching for some extreme porn to watch in hopes of spurring an orgasm, he stumbled across a webcam streaming from the dungeon of a Master and his red-haired sex slave.
The Master’s name was David, and the redhead wore nothing but a leash and a collar with the name cumwhore engraved on a tag.
“Welcome to our dungeon,” Master David said, looking into the camera. “Today, cumwhore will entertain us by taking on a group of guys who won our So You Wanna Be a Master contest. They will use and abuse her for our pleasure. Then, I will demonstrate how to dominate her properly. When the session is over, cumwhore will be filled with and covered by the spunk of seven men. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy!”
Six of the men were wannabe masters who won the prize of using a sex slave for two hours in a live-streamed event. He wondered how they knew about the contest and if there would be another one. Would he like to try his hand at being a Master? He wasn’t sure he’d be any good at it, but the idea made his dick hard.
Aroused and interest piqued, Virgil did precisely as the host had suggested—he sat back to enjoy watching the buxom beauty get ravished. He felt his cock twitch as he looked at the lovely slut. She had lovely large breasts with pierced nipples. Oh, how he would love to suck on those tits!
As if one of the wannabes could hear his thoughts, the first man, who called himself Master Ted, slapped cumwhore across the face and said, “Why aren’t your nipples in my mouth?”
The slut obeyed instantly, working furiously to get both her nipples into Master Ted’s mouth at the same time. Another man, Master Ron, moved behind her and spanked her ass with his bare hand. After a few harsh swats, Master Ron rubbed her slit and found it dripping.
“Holy shit, this whore is soaking wet! She really digs this treatment! I wanna fuck that hot cunt!” Ron reacted excitedly, making Master David’s eyes roll. Clearly, Ron was nothing more than a wannabe if he acted like a horny college boy.
“Time’s up. Next,” Master David instructed. Ted shot Ron an irritated look. He’d been enjoying the slut’s nipples in his mouth and was annoyed that their turn had been so short. Perhaps they’d have another turn after the others had a go at her.
Master Evan and Master Tom were aware that Ron’s amateurish behavior cut the previous turn short. So, they nodded at each other in silent agreement that they would have a longer go at the slut by playing it cool.
Grabbing what looked like an oil can, Master Evan lubed up the submissive slave’s two holes. He sat in a chair and said, “Suck my cock, slut.” She obeyed, working him into her mouth until her nose touched his belly.
“That’s right, cumwhore, suck Daddy’s cock!” Evan cooed.
Meanwhile, Master Tom found a double-headed dildo and filled up her ass and pussy. While she sucked Evan, he fucked both holes rapidly with the toy. When Evan came in cumwhore’s mouth, the men switched places and repeated the process until Tom shot his seed down her throat as well.
“Next!” Master David called out, less than impressed with the scene. It was better than the first one, but not good enough to consider either of these men as real Doms.
The next pair were Master Simon and Master Fred. David had his doubts about Fred, but Simon had potential. Still, he would withhold judgment until he saw what they would do.
Fred told cumwhore to get on her knees, then slapped her face with his semi-hard cock. Simon stood back and watched, looking as unimpressed as David felt.
“Switch,” David said suddenly. He wanted to see what Simon would do.
“Present yourself to me, cumwhore,” Master Simon said firmly. The slut assumed a presenting position and opened her mouth. Master David felt pride as he watched his sub obey her temporary Master.
Simon grabbed two handfuls of red hair and eased his cock into the slut’s mouth. “That’s right, take my cock into your talented mouth.”
He held her head as he fucked her face, working his way into her throat. He surprised everyone when he invited Master Ted to return to the scene.
“Lick our slut’s asshole while I fuck her throat,” he instructed. Ted was excited to be included after having his turn end so quickly.
Master David watched with interest, wondering if Ted realized that Simon was dominating him along with the slut.
Obscene noises from the slut’s throat had Virgil stroking his engorged member, oblivious to the fact that Sheila was standing in the doorway pinching her nipples through her nightgown.
She cleared her throat to get his attention and found him looking mortified that he’d been caught.
“Sheila, I can explain,” he sputtered remorsefully.
“You like this sort of thing?” she asked pointedly.
“I mean, it’s titillating to watch. It’s not like I want to treat you like that. I mean, you know… if we still had sex, which we don’t, but, you know…” Virgil sputtered while his dick deflated in his hand.
“Stop talking and eat my pussy,” she demanded.
“Huh?”
“You heard me. Look, we are obviously both turned on by this porn you’re watching. But there is no way I will let you tell me what to do. That leaves one choice: you become submissive to me.”
Virgil was speechless for a moment. Could he be submissive to his wife?
“I don’t think I can do that, Sheila. I mean, won’t that make me look weak in your eyes? Won’t you think less of me as a man?”
Sheila was visibly disappointed. “I already think less of you as a man. Sex with you got boring; that’s why it stopped. Letting me be the one to call the shots might actually make it more fun for me. But if you’re not interested…”
“Will I be permitted to cum?” he inquired somewhat hesitantly.
“Yes, if you’re a good boy, and you make me cum, I will return the favor. But you have to call me Mistress Sheila.”
Virgil’s dick twitched. He inhaled sharply and considered his options. He could continue to be frustrated in his masturbation sessions, or he could reluctantly agree to be submissive to his wife. His dick twitched again, and the choice became clear.
“Mistress Sheila, may I eat your pussy?”
Sheila smiled. Sex had become so dull with him that it hadn’t been worth the effort anymore. But this? The idea of having power over Virgil and him falling into line made her wet and tingly.
Had she known she could get him to agree, albeit reluctantly, she’d have made Virgil her sub years ago.
Ah well. Better late than never.
She sat down, spread her legs, and commanded, “Get at it, boy. And make me cum.”
Virgil got down on his hands and knees and crawled to his Mistress.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The moment he tasted her sweet honey, gone was any idea of being a wannabe master. He would be perfectly content to be whatever Sheila required for the chance to bring sex back into their lives.
“Make me cum if you want to be allowed to fuck my pussy. Otherwise, I’ll grab a ping-pong paddle from the garage to spank your bottom. Understand?”
Virgil nodded as he went to town on Sheila’s wet cunt. For a brief moment, he considered leaving her unsatisfied just to feel the paddle on his ass. But he really wanted to fuck his wife; it had been ages since he’d had that pleasure. He trusted that Sheila would find other reasons to paddle his ass, and the thought of that made him hard as a rock.
Virgil was surprised at how much the thought of being told what to do turned him on. He enjoyed the scent and taste of Sheila’s honey, which he’d missed so much.
“Where have you been hiding this talent all these years?” Sheila demanded. “Your tongue is driving me crazy! That’s it! Yes, oh God, yes!”
Virgil put his all into eating his wife’s pussy and was rewarded with a gush of sweet liquid as she held his face tautly against her crotch.
True to her word, she turned over and offered him her dripping cunt.
He was about to plunge into her when he remembered she was in charge.
“Mistress Sheila, may I fuck you now?”
“Yes, you may,” she answered, still panting from her intense orgasm.
Virgil slid into her and moaned. It had been ages since he had been inside a hot, wet pussy; he was in heaven!
He moved slowly at first, trying hard to make this last. But ultimately, his eagerness got the best of him; he grabbed onto her hips and hammered away like a horny frat boy.
They moaned and groaned, hooted and hollered, screamed and sighed, and when Virgil was ready to explode, he asked urgently, “May I cum, Mistress Sheila?”
“Oh, God, yes!” Sheila cried. “Fill me with that hot jizz!”
Virgil and Sheila came together for the first time in years, but it wouldn’t be the last. They had discovered what was missing in their sex life and had a lot of lost years to make up for. They both just needed Sheila to be in charge.
Who said watching porn couldn’t put the spark back into a marriage?
