Submission to the Couple Next Door - Part 9

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Alice was all smiles, though she wasn't looking at Vince. He was on his knees in front of her and eager to serve, but her attention was on the threesome unfolding in her bed.

Vince listened to the sounds of his wife being used by two men and he yearned to turn and watch, but Alice was in control of him. She was the one that would give him permission to watch, though she was under no obligation to do so.

"What are you?" Simon asked.

"A whore," Carissa responded. "Your whore."

Vince heard the sound of a hand striking flesh. He was fairly certain someone had just spanked his wife's ass, though it was possible she'd been slapped across the face. Simon did that from time to time. He did so as a way of asserting his dominance and control over Carissa.

"Please let me suck your cock," Carissa begged. "Please let me suck your cock while he fucks me."

Alice was naked in the wooden chair that Vince had brought in from the dining room. Her pussy lips were enflamed with desire and her nipples were rock hard. He yearned to turn and watch, but Vince would have found great pleasure in being called to serve Alice's pussy, as well. Instead she'd ordered him to his knees and had yet to issue another instruction, leaving him to do little more than listen as his wife surrendered her body to two men.

"Does his cock feel good?" Simon asked.

"Yes," Carissa answered. "He's stretching my pussy so good. He's so fucking deep inside me."

Vince listened to his wife gag. Simon must have filled her mouth with his cock. She was almost certainly being spit roasted.

Alice reached out and pressed two fingers against Vince's lips. He opened his mouth and she penetrated him. Alice explored the inside of his mouth with her fingers and then mouthed the word 'suck.'

Vince did as instructed. He sucked on her fingers while they moved in and out of his mouth. He maintained eye contact with her as the sounds of vigorous sex filled the bedroom.

Carissa gasped for air. The sound of another slap reverberated off the bedroom walls.

"Your eyes are watering," Simon noted. "Your makeup is running. I like that. It makes you look like a proper whore."

"Thank you for fucking my throat," she said.

Alice pushed her fingers into Vince's throat and he gagged. His stomach convulsed and his cheeks puffed out. His eyes went wide and watered almost immediately. His body fought the invasion, but he responded by fighting off his gag reflex. He pushed it down and Alice smiled before pulling her fingers free and rubbing them on his face, spreading his saliva around.

"Lie on your back. I want your face right beneath my feet."

Vince moved to his back and caught a glimpse of Carissa on her hands and knees in the neighbor's bed. She was being fucked from behind by Thomas, Simon's friend. His cock was massively thick and rather long, too, and Vince was certain his wife meant it when she said her pussy was being stretched. Simon's cock was in Carissa's mouth and he had two handfuls of her hair for leverage. He used her quite vigorously, too, thrusting hard and deep and making her gag with a smile on his face.

Vince's view of the fun unfolding in the bed soon disappeared, though, as Alice rested her feet on his face. For a few minutes she used him like he was a piece of furniture. Then Alice pressed her big toe against his lips. Vince parted them and her toe invaded his mouth. He sucked. She offered her heel and he licked and sucked on it. She ran her sole over his mouth and he kept his tongue out to lick every inch of flesh he could touch, for he was well aware that it was his duty to serve Alice in whatever way she demanded.

Carissa gasped for air again. There was movement in the bed. Vince tried to discern what was happening, but he couldn't really see anything and the sounds of the bed frame gently groaning against the shifting weight of the threesome participants wasn't nearly enough to clue Vince in to what was happening.

Then the sounds of sex reached Vince's ears again. They'd switched positions for sure. There was no longer the telltale slapping of thighs against ass that happened in doggystyle.

Carissa was grunting and groaning and Vince took that to mean that she was being vigorously - perhaps even roughly - fucked in missionary.

"You can choke her if you'd like," Simon said.

Carissa moaned as Vince imagined another man's fingers around his wife's throat. She moaned because Simon had taught her to enjoy being used. He'd tapped into her submissive side and encouraged her to fully surrender to the desire to serve, to offer her body for the pleasure of men superior to the one she was married to. Now Carissa was in bed offering her body to a man she'd never met before, a friend of Simon's who possessed a rather large cock that would cause Carissa some discomfort along with the pleasure of being used.

All of that unfolded as Alice fed Vince every inch of her feet. He licked and sucked. He gagged a little when she shoved her toes into his mouth. He wished he had a view of the threesome unfolding in the bed. He wished he could witness his wife's pleasure as surrendering her body to two men. In that moment, though, that was not to be. That was not his pleasure to enjoy until Alice gave him permission.

"Would you like to watch your whore wife take dick?" Alice asked. 

"Yes, please."

She leaned over, smiled at him, and rubbed her feet over his face. She pressed her toes into his cheeks, pushed on his nose until it hurt, and rubbed his forehead vigorously. It was like he was her toy and nothing more. Just an object to be played with.

"Get on your hands and knees facing the bed," she instructed.

Vince quickly shifted to the position she'd demanded. The bed was high enough that he couldn't actually see all of Carissa. He saw her feet and calves. He saw the ass and upper body of the man fucking her, though, and he saw the speed and strength of the thrusts Thomas was deploying.

Alice rested her feet against Vince's ass cheeks. She then moved one foot between his cheeks. Her big toe probed his crack until she'd found his asshole. His head whipped around and Alice frowned.

"Did I say you could look at me, cuck?"

He shook his head and turned his attention back to the bed. A moment later, Alice penetrated his ass with her toe. It hurt. She wasn't gentle, either. She had no reason to be, though. She was in control of Vince. She was his domme. He would do as she desired. He would suffer pain and humiliation for her because it turned him on to do so.

The toe moved in and out of Vince's asshole as he watched - at least partially - his wife get fucked.

"May I cum?" Carissa asked.

"No you may not, whore," Simon replied. "You will not cum until you've satisfied one of the men using your body tonight. Once one of us cums, you're welcome to claim your orgasm. If you fail to wait you'll be punished."

The fucking continued. Thomas seemed to find a little more energy, in fact, and he fucked Carissa harder.

"Don't you dare cum," Simon said. "If you do, your husband will be punished alongside you."

Vince saw the dominant older man smile. Carissa was going to cum. She couldn't hold off.

It happened just a few seconds later. She screamed in pleasure. Her toes curled and then her legs kicked open a little wider than before. She kept on screaming as her orgasm seemed to go on forever. No wonder she couldn't hold off. The pleasure of being used was just too great.

Thomas pulled out of her pussy and Simon got out of the bed.

"Stand at the foot of the bed with your hands behind your head," he instructed.

Carissa quickly moved into the position, though Vince noted that his wife's legs were still trembling from the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Vince, join your wife," Simon instructed.

Alice pulled her toe from his asshole and Vince stood and moved next to his wife. He put his hands behind her head.

"Sorry about this," she said.

He smiled. "It's okay."

Simon and Alice moved behind the younger couple. Vince desperately wanted to try and discern what sort of punishment he was about to suffer, but he knew better. He stared straight ahead. He heard movement. He heard a drawer being opened. He heard the very brief and fairly quiet sound of metal on metal, but none of it offered any solid clues as to how he and Carissa would be made to suffer.

Vince heard the gentle whoosh of something moving through the air for a split second before he felt the pain of something striking both his ass cheeks. It had to have been a belt. Vince couldn't really think, though, as the pain overwhelmed him. He reached for his ass without thinking, though he corrected himself and clasped his hands behind his head once more.

The belt struck again. Vince cried out and so did Carissa. The pain was considerable and the second strike was worse than the first. Three more followed and each time Vince fought off the urge to soothe his aching ass with his hands. He doubled over once, though he quickly stood up straight for fear of more blows being added if he remained bent over for too long.

Vince heard movement behind them. A drawer being opened. He hoped the belts used to punish them were being put away.

"Vince, get on your knees behind your wife and lick her asshole," Simon instructed.

Vince moved behind Carissa - whose hands remained behind her head - and fell to his knees. He gingerly spread her ass cheeks - they were bright red from the belting - and leaned in.

"Carissa, you may bend over and rest your hands on the bed."

She did so and her ass cheeks parted naturally. Vince let his hands fall to his sides as he licked his wife's asshole. He did so slowly and generously, lapping like the greedy cuck that he was. He hadn't been given a chance to show any affection towards his wife that day and he was eager to touch her in any way he could.

"Get your tongue in her asshole," Alice instructed. "Taste it."

Vince stiffened his tongue and anally penetrated his wife. She'd cleaned herself out before they left, so all he really tasted was a vague soapiness.

Alice put a hand on the back of his head and pushed hard. Vince's face was suddenly smothered in his wife's ass and though it was uncomfortable he found an odd sense of pleasure in it.

"Suck my husband's cock, Vince," Alice instructed. "Show your wife what a good cuck you are. Show me what a good cuck you are."

Vince turned to see Simon standing next to him. He crawled forward and took the older man's cock in his mouth without hesitation. He'd been trained in cocksucking. He'd been trained to push down any sense of revulsion he felt at having a dick in his mouth. He was a cuck, after all, and it was his job to offer pleasure without the hope of receiving any in return.

Simon put a hand on the back of Vince's head and pushed his cock forwards. He did so until Vince's eyes were watering as he fought off his gag reflex. He did so until Vince reflexively reached up to press against Simon's thighs in the hope of ending the relentless agony of gagging.

Eventually Simon pulled out and laughed. He then stepped behind Carissa, rubbed his cock over her asshole and took her. She grabbed the bed sheets and groaned in pain. Her asshole was being stretched by a large cock, though, so of course she was in pain.

"Don't fight it," Simon said as he rested a hand on Carissa's lower back. "Just breathe. Just let me have your ass. It belongs to me, after all. The entirety of your body belongs to me."

Carissa moaned. "Yes, it does."

Simon was fully in her ass at that point. Every inch of him. His pubic hair rested against her smooth backside. He grabbed a handful of Carissa's hair and pulled hard.  She extended her arms and arched her back.

"Please, fuck my ass," she said.

Vince experienced a touch of jealousy. His wife had never said those words to him and he knew she never would. He wasn't dominant. He couldn't take control like Simon did. He couldn't give her what she clearly craved.

Simon fucked her ass. He did so with his fingers entwined in her hair. He did so mercilessly, too, quickly finding an aggressive pace that had Carissa moaning. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her ass cheeks jiggled. Her face contorted in pain as she offered her asshole to a man for his pleasure.

Simon pulled out after a few minutes of vigorous anal sex. He turned to Vince, who stared at the plump and glistening head of the cock that had just been in his wife's asshole.

"Suck it, cuck," Alice said. "Suck the cock that was just in your wife's asshole. Suck it right fucking now or I'll belt your ass again."

Vince surrendered without thinking. He took the cock in his mouth. He sucked on it.

"Look at your husband," Simon instructed. "He's revealing what kind of man he is."

Carissa turned and looked at Vince. She smiled, much to his delight.

"He's just like you," Simon said. "A toy. A pet. An object. A whore. Whatever his domme wants him to be. I know submission is in your blood, Carissa, but you should make far greater use of your husband at home. There's no reason you should ever do a chore. There's no reason you should ever want for anything. He should work for you. He should worship you. He should put all of his effort into making your life better. I promise, he'll thank you if you dominate him. He'll worship you every minute of every day."

"I will," Carissa said. "It's nice to be served, after all, and to be served by a man that loves me will be quite satisfying, I would think."

Simon pushed his cock as deep into Vince's mouth as it could go and held it there. "It will, Carissa. I promise, it will. Help him further develop his submissive side by making it a 24/7 thing, or as close as you can get to that. Treat him to the pleasure of submission and he will treat you to the pleasure of being worshiped."

Simon pulled out and dick slapped Vince a handful of times. It hurt each time the cock struck his face, but he remained still.

"Now, be a good whore and crawl into the bed. Mount Thomas's cock and ride him. Get yourself all worked up so it hurts a little less when I take your ass."

Thomas got on his back in bed and Carissa climbed on top and took his thick cock inside her. She leaned down and kissed him as she rode his massive shaft.

Vince watched with rapt attention before Alice's fingers entwined in his hair. She walked back towards her chair, guiding him as she did so. It hurt to have his hair pulled like that, but he crawled behind Alice and settled in front of her as she sat.

"You're going to worship my cunt as your wife gets double penetrated," she said. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do," he replied. "Thank you for letting me worship you."

She smiled and pulled his mouth to her pussy. Vince plunged his tongue inside her as he heard Simon crawl into the bed. Carissa groaned not long after. She was taking two dicks at once. One in the pussy and one in the ass. She was being double penetrated. It wasn't her first time - Alice had fucked her with a strapon while Simon took her pussy - but it was her first time with two men and there was something different about that. Vince's wife was being used as a pure sex object, as a pair of holes to satisfy the men in the bed with her. He wasn’t able to watch, though, as his domme had ordered him to please her.

"She'll need your tongue to soothe her after they're done with her," Alice said. "She'll be sore and used up. She'll need you to restore her, Vince, to shower her in affection so she can be of use to my husband again."

Vince couldn't speak - his tongue was occupied with tending to her pussy - but he understood and embraced Alice's message. Vince's submission could aid in his wife's submission. By offering himself for her relaxation and pleasure he could help her be a better submissive for Simon.

"They're going to flood her holes, Vince," Alice said. "She's going to cum with two cocks inside her. My husband really has turned your wife into a whore."

Vince moaned into her pussy.

"She's almost certainly going to stay that way, even when he's done with her. He's ignited a part of her she won't be able to quiet. She'll have to find another man to serve. A superior man. A dominant man. One that puts you to shame in so many ways. That new man will use her. He'll use you. He'll make use of both of you to enhance his life and she will find intense pleasure in that."

The sounds of sex were getting louder. The men were using Carissa's body harder. Vince knew they'd cum inside her. He knew they'd flood her holes and he would be called to clean up.

Alice pulled Vince's face closer. She got a little rough. She rubbed her pussy over his lips. She smothered him. She made it hard to breathe. She did so right as her husband and his friend came inside Carissa. She did so right as Carissa climaxed almost immediately after.

Alice released her grasp on Vince's head as soon as she finished cumming. She caressed his face, looked down at him, and smiled.

"You have cocks and holes to clean," she said. "Get to work."

Vince stood and turned towards the bed. Carissa was on her back and flanked by the two men that had just used her holes. Both their cocks were still stiff and slick with cum and juices.

Vince would suck both dicks clean. He'd suck both sets of balls, too. Then he'd clean his wife's holes. Then he'd likely be tasked with sucking at least one cock back to an erect state before it happened all over again as the men set about using Carissa to claim a second orgasm.

It was going to be a long, humiliating, enthralling night for Vince and he was ready to serve like a good cuck.