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  Rich gulped, and nodded.

  A moment later, Cassie’s husband dropped to his knees by the side of the daybed, and reached up to grab one of his wife’s knees in each hand.

  Gasping, Cassie lifted her head and looked down, between the valley of her breasts. She saw her husband positioning himself between her legs, and she smiled.

  “I-I love you,” Cassie groaned.

  “I love you too,” Rich nodded, and then lowered his head between her thighs.

  Cassie threw back her head, and moaned.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Magnus felt his cock swell even harder, as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

  The beautiful blonde Cassie, spread-eagled on the cushions of his daybed with her thighs spread.

  And Rich, pale and naked, eagerly on his knees between her legs.

  Cassie’s husband lowered his head between his wife’s legs, and she arched her back as his wet, warm mouth made contact with her eager pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” Cassie’s hands clawed at the sheets, and she squirmed on the bed. “Oh, God, baby, that’s so good.”

  “Mmmmph,” Rich mumbled, his face buried between Cassie’s thighs. “Mmmmph!” He was licking, and slurping, and snuffling like a pig looking for truffles – and Cassie was squirming in pleasure as he did so.

  Magnus looked down at them and grinned. This was what got him off. The power of convincing people to submit to their filthiest, most forbidden desires… The ultimate submission.

  “Oh, God,” Cassie was tossing her head back and forth now. She reached down, and slid her fingers through Rich’s hair, guiding the direction of his tongue. “T-that’s it baby! That’s it! I’m gonna…”

  And she exploded on his tongue.

  Arching her back, Cassie climaxed loudly, gushing into her husband’s eagerly feasting mouth, and flailing about on the bed so wildly that Rich practically had to pin her down to stop her sliding off.

  Eventually, she flopped down onto the cushions, gasping and panting.

  Magnus grinned.

  “Okay,” he yanked Rich aside, and stepped between Cassie’s spread legs. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cassie felt like she’d just been hit by a tidal wave.

  Lying panting on the bed, her whole body was tingling. Orgasmic aftershocks shuddered through her. That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

  And then a shadow fell across her.

  Opening her eyes, Cassie looked up and saw Magnus towering over her. The enormous Norwegian was stepping between her spread legs, stroking his enormous cock in anticipation.

  “Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, squirming on the sheets.

  Magnus grinned.

  Bending his knees, he grabbed the root of his impossibly huge cock, and positioned it at the entrance to Cassie’s quivering pussy.

  She moaned, as she felt his hard, hot flesh nuzzle between the glistening lips of her cunt.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Rich’s wife groaned.

  “Erm,” Rich himself was standing to one side, stroking his own rock-hard little cock. “A-aren’t you going to wear a condom, or anything?”

  Magnus snorted. Turning to Cassie’s husband, the massive MMA fighter raised one eyebrow and laughed: “Do you think they even make them in my size?”

  Rich’s cheeks burned hotly.

  “I-it’s just…” He stammered. “It’s just we’re trying for a baby. She’s not on any birth control.”

  Magnus laughed uproariously.

  “Well, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask…”

  Cassie and Rich blinked.

  Cassie was lying on her back, post-orgasmic, and with the best part of a foot of Norwegian cock nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy.

  Rich was eagerly watching, his straining cock seconds away from spurting into his palm.

  Asking to stop now? That wasn’t going to happen.

  And that had been Magnus’ plan all along.

  More mind games: The delicious moment you don’t just manipulate somebody into doing what it is you want them to do – but you trick them into begging for it, as well.

  “Unnnngh,” Cassie bit her lip, and squirmed on the daybed. “P-please, baby…”

  Rich gulped. He looked down at his wife, who was gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

  “P-please, baby,” she begged. “I-I need it…”

  Rich’s cock swelled.

  “O-okay,” he nodded. Then he turned to Magnus and repeated: “Okay.”

  Magnus licked his lips. Wrangling his huge cock, he slithered the swollen head up and down, between the lips of Cassie’s pussy, until she was gasping and groaning and bucking her hips, trying to impale herself on his cock.

  “Don’t just say ‘okay’,” Magnus grinned, looking Rich right in the eye. “Tell me what she wants… Tell me what you want.”

  “P-please,” Rich stammered, glancing nervously between the towering Norwegian and his moaning, mewling wife. “P-please… Fuck my wife.”

  And Magnus grinned. Reaching up, he grabbed Cassie’s wrists and pinned them above her head – and then he thrust himself inside of her.

  “With pleasure,” Magnus grinned.

  Cassie wailed, arching her back and crying out in pleasure.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Magnus’ huge cock slid inch-by-inexorable-inch into Cassie’s glistening, quivering pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” the beautiful blonde wife wailed, tossing her head from side to side as she felt herself stretched and filled like never before.

  Magnus looked down into her face and grinned, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.

  With her wrists pinned above her head, Cassie was helpless. She couldn’t do anything except lie there, as Magnus slid more and more of that big, beautiful cock inside of her – and her quivering, post-orgasmic pussy swallowed it all eagerly.

  “H-holy shit,” Rich groaned, watching as Magnus finally bottomed out inside his wife; the towering Norwegian’s muscular hips pressed firmly against hers.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Cassie groaned, looking up into her husband’s eyes. “Jesus, it’s like being impaled by a tree….” She gasped and groaned, and then let out a howl of pleasure as Magnus began to fuck her.

  “That’s my good little girl,” Magnus grinned, peering down at the pretty blonde wife as he fucked her. “You took all of me, you little slut. There aren’t many girls who can do that.”

  “Oh, GOD,” Cassie groaned. She writhed and squirmed and struggled to escape the massive hands pinning her wrists above her head. “Oh, Jesus, it’s so good.”

  “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Magnus grinned, and thrust a little harder, and just a little deeper.

  “Fuuuuuck!”

  Each inward stroke was like a big, fat finger pressing against Cassie’s g-spot. The friction of Magnus’ hips against hers rubbed her clitoris in all sorts of delicious ways.

  Sex had never felt like this before, and she knew that if Magnus didn’t hold back she was going to…

  Going to…

  “Fuck!” Cassie closed her eyes and orgasmed loudly. “Oh, shit, yes!” And then she came again, driven over the edge once more by Magnus firm, deep thrusts and his thick, satisfying cock.

  Husband Rich watched all this with astonishment.

  He’d given Cassie plenty of orgasms in the ten years they’d been married – but he’d never seen her like this before. She was like a puppet on Magnus’ big cock, and every time the huge Norwegian pulled a string, she’d climax loudly.

  After what must have been a forth orgasm, Cassie looked like a mess.

  Sweat was glistening over her body, and the Sharpie signature across her chest was running. Her face was bright red, and her hair was mussed up. She was practically drooling now. Magnus had literally fucked the brains out of her.

  “Oh, God, please…” Cassie mumbled. “It’s too much… Too much…”

  Magnus grinned
eagerly.

  Submission. That’s the thing he’d been jonesing for all evening. Silas Batres might have denied him that pleasure; but this moaning, gasping, groaning little slut lying beneath him was utterly at his mercy.

  “As you wish,” Magnus grinned, and he thrust himself as deeply inside Cassie’s willing body as he could – and came.

  His cock swelled, and throbbed, and then spurted hotly inside of her. Cassie groaned as she felt it – a scalding flood deep inside her eager, fertile pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuck, yes,” Magnus groaned, as with each spurt he emptied his balls inside of her. “That’s it, you little slut. Take it all.”

  And she did, eagerly.

  When Magnus’ cock finally stopped spurting, and his balls felt completely drained, the big man slumped into a heap on top of her and practically crushed the girl beneath his enormous weight.

  “Oh, fuck, I needed that,” Magnus groaned.

  “Mmmmmph!” Was Cassie’s mumbled response.

  Chapter Twenty

  Eventually, Magnus peeled himself off Cassie.

  It was literally like that – their sweaty skin clinging to each other. Cassie just lay comatose beneath him, as the huge Norwegian hefted himself up, and off of her.

  As he stepped back, he pulled his softening cock from inside Cassie’s plundered pussy – and it slithered out, followed by a deluge of cum.

  Magnus had flooded her.

  “Oh, fuck,” Rich groaned, as he looked down, between Cassie’s legs, and saw the river of pearlescent cum dribbling down the crack of her ass.

  “Heh,” Magnus grinned, looking at the expression on Rich’s face. “You probably won’t need to ‘try’ for a baby any longer.” He patted the skinny husband on his shoulder.

  With that, Magnus staggered back and reached for his robe. As he put it on, the huge MMA fighter smiled, rubbing his belly.

  “The secret to happiness,” he grinned, “is to keep your stomach full and your balls empty.” He cast a glimpse as Cassie, who was lying comatose on the couch with a huge smile on her half-conscious face. “I’ve taken care of the second of these requirements… But I’m going have to kick you two out, so I can take care of the first, now.”

  “B-but,” Rich stammered. “But what about my wife?”

  Magnus turned and looked at Cassie, as she lay moaning on the daybed.

  “She looked pretty satisfied to me,” he grinned smugly.

  “B-but… but what if she’s pregnant?”

  Magnus snorted. He probably had half a dozen little Magnuses running around by now. That just went with the territory.

  “But if you’re really worried,” the big Norwegian advised Cassie’s husband, “why don’t you get down on your knees and clean her up.”

  Rich blinked.

  “W-what?”

  “Clean your slutty little wife up, before she gets pregnant,” Magnus grinned. “Go on… I’ve seen how good you are with that mouth of yours.”

  Rich gulped, his face turning pale.

  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

  Nervously, Cassie’s husband turned in the direction of the daybed, and watched his wife lying there, legs spread.

  He took an anxious step forward, and studied her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy.

  It was a mess.

  And if he didn’t do something about it, their lives were going to be a mess. He dreaded to think of the explaining he’d had to do if Cassie’s first baby turned out to be two foot taller than all the other kids in Kindergarten.

  Nervously, Rich sunk to his knees by the side of the daybed, and shuffled forward. With trembling hands, he reached up to spread Cassie’s thighs.

  “W-what are you doing?” The near-comatose wife groaned.

  “I-I’m making sure you don’t get pregnant,” Rich explained – and before Cassie could respond, he opened his mouth and thrust his head between Cassie’s legs.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Oh, God!” Cassie’s back arched, as she felt her freshly-fucked pussy invaded by her husband’s thick, hot tongue. “Oh, Jesus, what are you doing?”

  Magnus, standing on the other side of the room, grinned as he watched.

  He’d had Cassie submit earlier. Now he was watching her husband on his knees, eating Magnus’ own cum from her freshly-fucked pussy.

  It was the most fucked-up, submissive thing he’d ever seen in his life. But it was also strangely romantic.

  Reaching for a t-shirt and sweat-pants, Magnus watched as Rich slithered his tongue between the lips of Cassie’s pussy, and eagerly drank the cum the pooled from within.

  He sucked up the salty strings… He licked the cum from between the cheeks of her ass. He gulped down Magnus’ load without a second’s hesitation.

  “Oh, God,” Cassie groaned, squirming on the bed. She reached down and slid her fingers into Rich’s hair.

  Soon, Rich had licked Cassie as clean as he was going to; but he kept on licking. His thick, rough tongue slathered between the lips of her pussy, and then swirled in circles around her clit. Within seconds, she was groaning – and a minute after that, Cassie was begging for more.

  “P-please, baby,” she groaned. “Oh, God, please…”

  And then she came. Arching her back, she gushed into Rich’s mouth and he eagerly swallowed, relentlessly pleasuring his wife with his lips and tongue, until she couldn’t take any more of it.

  “Good man!” Magnus was watching, clapping his hands. He’d thought the evening’s entertainment was over, but clearly they’d just reached the half-way mark. “Why don’t you finish her off? Fuck her, man!”

  And this time, Rich didn’t need any more encouragement.

  Pulling his head from between Cassie’s legs, the naked husband clambered onto the daybed. He slid between her thighs, and grabbed the root of his straining cock.

  “Oh, baby!” Cassie wrapped her arms around Rich’s shoulders, and pulled her husband in for a kiss. She tasted her own wetness, and Magnus’ cum, on Rich’s mouth. It was intoxicating.

  Rich grabbed the root of his cock, and positioned himself at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy. One thrust, and he was inside her – she was so wet, and well-fucked, that he sunk inside her like a hot knife into butter.

  “Unnnngh,” Cassie groaned, welcoming the second cock inside her in as many minutes.

  Rich thrust inside her, staring down into his wife’s eyes. She gazed up at him, and it was like electricity sparked between them.

  From across the room, Magnus watched with approval. Encounters like this could go so many different ways – from awkward silence, to screaming matches and threats of divorce. It was refreshing to see two people who were willing to embrace their sexuality, instead of being threatened by it.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” Rich was groaning, as he gazed lovingly into his wife’s eyes. “I can’t hold out much longer…”

  “Don’t,” Cassie brought up her hand, and pressed her palm against her husband’s cheek. “You don’t need to hold out. Cum for me, baby…”

  Rich groaned. He arched his back. He thrust as deeply as he could into Cassie’s cum-filled depths, and groaned: “I fucking love you, honey.”

  And then he exploded inside of her.

  It was like a cannonade. Rich squeezed shut his eyes and emptied himself into his wife’s eager pussy and then collapsed across her, utterly spent and drained.

  Cassie lay beneath him, panting and gasping. She curled one arm around her husband’s sweaty shoulders, and used the other to stroke his hair.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Their fifteen minute ‘meet-and-greet’ had lasted nearly forty-five minutes, and Magnus Bjorn’s car was costing him three bucks a minutes to wait outside.

  When Rex knocked again, to inform Magnus of this ongoing expense, the Norwegian reluctantly agreed to wrap things up.

  “It’s been fun, kids,” the towering Norwegian laughed, as Cassie and Rich disentangl
ed themselves from each other, and sat up on the daybed.

  They were naked, and sticky, and cold and drained.

  Cassie’s cheeks burned red. Rich had difficulty making eye-contact with either of them.

  But Magnus made it all better.

  The enormous fighter came swaggering over, now dressed in his t-shirt and sweat pants. He loomed over them menacingly, but smiled almost paternally.

  Ruffling Rich’s hair, as if Cassie’s husband was a naughty six-year-old, the intimidating MMA fighter purred: “I’ll have Rex get you free tickets to my next match.” Then, with a wink, he added: “Maybe we can do this again afterward.”

  And then, heading towards the door, Magnus called icily: “Now get your clothes on, and get the fuck out of here.”

  Rich and Cassie had never dressed so quickly in all their lives.

  Less than three minutes later, hand in hand, they went scurrying back out into the hustle of the sports stadium.

  Rich felt drained and woozy. Cassie’s panties were damp with the two loads of cum leaking out of her. Neither of them knew quite how to process what had just happened.

  But, as it happened, a complete stranger helped them come to terms with it.

  “Hey! Hey, buddy?” It was a teenage kid wearing a UFC shirt. He saw the bag Rich was carrying, and came running over. “Is that a signed Magnus Bjorn poster in there?”

  Rich snapped out of his daze. He nodded, holding up the back of signed merchandise.

  “Damn, man,” the teenage kid whistled. “That’s so cool. I love that guy.” He laughed. “Fuck, I’d suck his cock for a signed poster.”

  And Rich and Cassie laughed. In fact, they started howling uproariously – so much so that the teenager looked at them nervously, and backed off into the crowd.

  Neither Rich nor Cassie knew quite how to process what had happened to them that evening – but as they squeezed each other’s hands, still laughing like crazy, they both realized that they’d just made a memory they’d share for the rest of their lives.