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Husband restrains his wife’s ankles and wrists giving easy access to her hairy pussy so numerous guys can fuck the bitch.
The sweet scent of jasmine wafted through the open window, mingling with the faint sound of distant laughter from the neighborhood party. Ashley, in her favorite lace lingerie, glanced at the clock, her anticipation building as the evening grew darker. Her heart raced as she heard the soft click of the lock downstairs.
Her husband, Mark, sauntered into the room with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, his eyes dark with desire. He had told her earlier that he had a surprise, but she had no idea what it could be. He walked over to her, his hands tracing the outline of her body as he kissed her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine, making her nipples harden against the delicate fabric.
Without a word, Mark took her hand and led her to the basement door. She had always found the basement a little eerie, but the excitement of the unknown thrilled her. The wooden stairs creaked beneath their feet as they descended into the dimly lit space. The walls had been draped with a deep red fabric, giving the room a mysterious ambiance.
In the center of the room, she saw it – the restraint system he had installed. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I thought it was time to spice things up,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He began to remove her lingerie, revealing her naked body to the cool air. Ashley felt vulnerable, yet incredibly turned on by the thought of what was to come.
With gentle but firm hands, Mark secured the cuffs around her wrists, attaching them to chains that led to the wall. He stepped back to admire his work, his gaze lingering on her now-exposed breasts. “Perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and hungry. He knelt down to attach the ankle cuffs, spreading her legs wider than she thought possible. The cold metal of the restraint bars sent a jolt of excitement through her body, making her wet with anticipation.
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The doorbell rang, breaking the silence of the night. Ashley’s pulse quickened as Mark went to answer it. She heard the murmur of male voices, and her imagination began to run wild. Who were these men? What did her husband have planned? The first man entered the room, and she felt a jolt of nervousness mingle with her arousal. He was tall, muscular, with a cocky grin that promised a night of unbridled pleasure.
The man approached her, his eyes roving over her bound body with a predatory gaze. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. His hand trailed down her side, coming to rest on her hip.
Ashley felt a strange sense of power in her vulnerability. She was here, displayed and open, ready to be used by these men. The thought of it made her pussy throb with need. The room grew crowded as more men filled the space, each one taking a moment to appreciate her.
The first man stepped between her legs, his erection pressing against her inner thigh. He reached down and stroked her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She gasped, her eyes closing as she gave herself over to the sensation. The room grew quiet, all eyes on her as she was touched and teased by these strangers.
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The sound of a zipper echoed through the basement, and she felt the head of the first man’s cock press against her entrance. She was so wet that he slid in easily, filling her completely. Her body tensed as he began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate. She could feel every inch of him as he claimed her, her body responding to his touch with unbridled lust.
The other men watched, some stroking themselves as they awaited their turn. Mark stood off to the side, a look of pride and excitement on his face. He had orchestrated this evening of debauchery, and she knew he was getting off on her reactions.
The first man picked up his pace, his hips smacking against hers with each deep thrust. Ashley’s moans grew louder, echoing off the walls as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Just as she was about to climax, he pulled out, leaving her panting and desperate.
The next in line stepped forward, his cock thick and veiny. He didn’t waste any time, immediately filling her to the hilt. The sensation was intense, the stretching of her tight pussy around his girth sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She watched him, his muscles taut with exertion, his eyes locked on hers as he claimed her over and over again.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and she could feel her husband’s eyes on her, watching every movement. She knew he was getting off on her submission, her willingness to be used by these strangers. The thought of his pleasure only added to her own, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
The second man reached down to play with her clit, his fingers expertly teasing her as he fucked her with a ferocity that took her breath away. She could feel the orgasm approaching, her body tightening around him. He grinned, sensing her impending release, and increased his pace, driving her over the edge. She screamed out her pleasure, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.
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As the second man finished, the third took his place. He was more gentle, his strokes long and languid, drawing out her pleasure. His hands roamed her body, tweaking her nipples and caressing her hips as he fucked her. Ashley felt herself relax into the rhythm, her body begging for more.
Her husband, seeing her distress, stepped in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. He kissed her neck, his hands joining the fray to tease and tantalize her sensitive spots. His touch was familiar and comforting, a stark contrast to the unknown men who took her body. It only served to heighten her arousal, making her even more receptive to their advances.
The third man was soon lost in his own passion, his strokes growing more erratic. Ashley could feel his cock swell inside her, and she knew he was close. He grunted, his body tensing, and then he emptied himself into her, his cum mixing with her juices.
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The men took turns, each one bringing her to new heights of pleasure before releasing her from the edge, only to have the next push her back. Ashley’s world narrowed to the sensations of their cocks filling her, their hands on her body, and the sound of their grunts and groans.
Her husband remained a constant presence, watching her closely, ensuring she was okay. He whispered encouragements, his hands never straying far from her. She felt a strange mix of love and lust for him, his dominance and care for her wellbeing fueling her desire.
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The fourth man took his place, and Ashley felt a twinge of fear. He was the biggest yet, his cock a monstrous thing that she wasn’t sure she could handle. But she was too far gone to protest, too lost in the haze of lust to do anything but accept her fate.
He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Despite the initial discomfort, she found herself eager for the fullness he offered. His strokes were deliberate, pushing deep inside her, stretching her more than she ever thought possible.
The room was a symphony of carnality, the smell of sex heavy in the air. The men’s eyes were glazed over with desire, their focus solely on her body and the pleasure she could give them. And she reveled in it, her inhibitions gone, her mind consumed with the need to be filled and used.
The fourth man’s cock was indeed a challenge. He took his time, allowing her to adjust to his girth with every inch he claimed. Ashley bit her lip to stifle a cry of both pain and pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. She felt the pressure build within her, each stroke hitting her g-spot with precise accuracy.
Her husband stepped closer, his eyes shining with excitement. He reached between her legs to rub her clit in time with the stranger’s movements. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips. The other men watched with rapt attention, some stroking themselves, others whispering to each other about how tight she was.
The fifth man approached, his cock already dripping with pre-cum. He waited his turn, his eyes never leaving her face as she was fucked before him. When the fourth man finally withdrew, spent and satisfied, the fifth stepped up, his excitement palpable. He wasted no time in filling her up, his hips snapping against hers with an urgency that was almost animalistic.
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The men’s grunts and the slap of flesh against flesh grew louder as the night went on. Ashley’s body was a canvas of sensations, each new cock bringing a different kind of pleasure. Some were gentle, others rough, but all of them brought her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
Her husband whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “You’re doing so well, baby,” he said, his voice thick with pride. “They all want you so badly.” His words only added to her arousal, making her want to give these men everything they desired.
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The fifth man reached his peak, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. He stepped back, a look of awe and satisfaction etched on his face, allowing the sixth to take his place. This one was older, his body not as muscular, but his touch was tender, his strokes deliberate.
Ashley felt a strange connection with him, his eyes holding hers as he made love to her. It was a stark contrast to the others, and she found herself lost in the intimacy of the moment. He took his time, bringing her to the brink of climax before finally letting her fall over the edge with a scream that echoed through the basement.
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As the night progressed, the men grew bolder in their attentions. They touched her everywhere, their hands exploring every inch of her restrained body. Her husband watched with a mix of excitement and possessiveness, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants.
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The seventh man was more aggressive than the others. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, instead pounding into her with a ferocity that made her eyes water. Her body felt bruised and used, but she couldn’t deny the dark thrill it brought her. She was their plaything, their toy to do with as they wished.
The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure, making her orgasms even more intense. Her husband stepped closer, his hand wrapping around her throat in a gentle, yet firm grip. “Take it,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise. “Take all of them.”
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Ashley nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She felt a surge of power, of control, in her submission. Each man who took her brought her closer to the edge of sanity, her body a live wire of sensation.
The seventh man’s grip tightened, his thrusts growing more erratic. She could feel his orgasm building, his body taut with the effort to hold back. And then, with a roar, he came, his hot seed flooding her pussy.
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The night grew late, and the line of men grew shorter. Each one took his turn, leaving her breathless and trembling with the force of her climaxes. The eighth man was different again, his touch almost reverent as he slid into her well-used pussy.
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He moved with a gentle grace, his strokes long and deep, as if trying to reach the very core of her being. His eyes searched hers, and she felt a connection that went beyond the physical. It was as if he could see into her soul, could feel every emotion that washed over her.
The eighth man was skilled, his cock hitting all the right spots, drawing out her pleasure with a finesse she hadn’t experienced from the others. His hands roamed her body, caressing her bruised breasts and her trembling thighs. He whispered sweet nothings, his voice soothing the raw nerves left by the previous men’s more primal attentions.
Her husband’s grip on her throat tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. She knew he was close to his own climax, watching her be taken by these strangers. The thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her, her pussy clenching around the man inside her.
The eighth man’s rhythm grew erratic, and she could feel his orgasm approaching. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that stole her breath away. As he came, she felt a tear slip down her cheek, the intensity of the moment too much to handle.
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The ninth man stepped forward, his cock already hard and ready. He didn’t bother with small talk, instead moving quickly to fill her. His strokes were fast and shallow, his hands gripping her hips as if to claim her as his own.
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The basement was a blur of bodies and sensations. Ashley’s mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, her body no longer her own. The ninth man’s thrusts grew more powerful, and she could feel another orgasm building. Her husband released her throat, his hand moving down to cup her face, his thumb wiping away the stray tear.
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“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice a dark promise in the sea of moans and grunts that filled the room. She nodded, her eyes locked on his. The ninth man’s grip tightened, his cock moving faster and faster. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, he filled her with his cum, his orgasm triggering her own.
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Her body convulsed, the pleasure consuming her as she came. She screamed out her release, the sound lost in the cacophony of the room. The ninth man withdrew, his own climax leaving him panting and sweaty. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a strange sense of loss as he did.
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The tenth man was the last in line, his cock standing tall and proud. He took his time, savoring the moment before he claimed her. His touch was gentle, almost loving, as he slid into her well-used pussy.
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The final four men took their turns, each one bringing her to new heights of pleasure. The tenth man was slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers as he moved within her. His gentle strokes coaxed another orgasm from her, one that left her weak and trembling in the restraint.
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The last man was upon her, his excitement palpable. Her husband leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. “Almost there, baby,” he murmured. “You’ve been so good.”
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The final man was rougher than the others, his thrusts almost punishing. But she was lost in the haze of lust, her body craving the release that only he could give her. With a final, desperate push, he came, his seed adding to the mess already coating her insides.
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As the last man stepped back, her husband approached her. He unlocked her restraint, his eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. He helped her to stand, her legs shaking with the effort. “You did so well,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
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The room was quiet now, the only sound their panting breaths. The men had left, leaving them alone in the aftermath of their depraved evening. Ashley felt a sense of accomplishment, a thrill that only came from pushing her boundaries so far.
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Her husband led her upstairs, his arms around her waist to support her. They entered the bedroom, the soft glow of the candles casting shadows across the floor. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to clean her up.
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The cool cloth on her skin was a stark contrast to the heat of the basement, sending shivers down Ashley’s spine as Mark gently cleaned the sweat and cum from her body. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as if she was a precious artifact to be handled with the utmost care. Each stroke felt like a gentle caress, soothing the ache that lingered from the relentless pounding she had endured.
As he worked, she couldn’t help but reflect on the night’s events. The fear, the excitement, the pain, and the pleasure all mixed into a heady cocktail that left her feeling both satisfied and insatiable. She watched her husband with new eyes, seeing the man who had shared this dark, intimate secret with her.
Her eyes drifted to the mirror on the ceiling, reflecting the aftermath of their wild night. The sight of her used body, the marks on her skin, and the remnants of the men who had claimed her only served to excite her further. Her husband noticed her gaze and followed it up to their reflection.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with possession. “Every part of you belongs to me.” His words sent a shiver down her spine, making her pussy clench around the emptiness left by the men’s withdrawal. He climbed onto the bed, his own cock hard and demanding.
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Mark took his time, his movements deliberate and slow. He kissed every inch of her body, tasting the sweat and cum that covered her. His tongue danced over her sensitive nipples, eliciting a gasp as they responded to his touch. His hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through the slick mess to tease her clit.
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Ashley moaned, her body responding despite the abuse it had taken. She was alive with sensation, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Mark positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her swollen entrance. She was still so wet, so ready for him, that he slid in easily.
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He began to move, his strokes matching the rhythm of the men before him. She felt herself being claimed once more, but this time it was different. This time it was love, raw and unfiltered. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her body begging for more.
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Their eyes met in the mirror, their reflections entwined as they moved together. Mark’s strokes grew more urgent, his need for her clear in every line of his body. “I love you,” he growled, his voice hoarse with passion. “You’re mine.”
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Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed as he continued to fuck her. She could feel his own climax building, his muscles tensing as he approached the edge. And when he finally came, filling her with his seed, she knew that this night had changed them forever.
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Their bodies lay tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Mark leaned down to kiss her, his lips gentle and loving. “Thank you,” he whispered, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”
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Ashley’s heart swelled with love and lust, the intensity of the evening leaving her breathless. “Thank you for giving me this,” she murmured back. “For pushing me and showing me how much I can take.”
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They lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of their depraved escapade. Eventually, Mark helped her to the shower, the warm water washing away the remnants of the night. As they cleaned each other, the reality of what they had done began to sink in, but it was a feeling of power and connection that neither of them wanted to lose.
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