QoS Helen's Cuck

James gave one final, deep thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside your wife. A low, satisfied groan escaped him as he came, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of his seed. Your wife cried out in release, her body shuddering violently as her own orgasm crashed through her, her eyes still locked on her reflection in the mirror, flushed, ruined, and utterly claimed. Only when James had finished did he slowly withdraw, his heavy cock glistening with their combined juices. A thick trickle of his cum immediately began to leak from your wife’s swollen, well fucked pussy and ran down her trembling thighs. James stepped back, tucking himself away with casual satisfaction, and snapped his fingers toward the shadows near the heavy velvet curtains. “Come, cuck. Your wife needs cleaning.” From the corner of the room, you emerged. You were completely naked except for the small, gleaming steel chastity cage locked permanently around your cock. The device was cruelly tight, specially fitted so ...

The grand salon of the château glowed under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, its heavy silk drapes the colour of old gold framing the scene like a living painting. James stood motionless in his black tuxedo, a crystal glass of cognac held loosely in his long fingers. His gaze was cool, appraising, the same look he had given your wife, Lucy, the very first night he had claimed her. In front of the large gilded mirror, your wife stood bare-breasted, the deep crimson gown pulled down to her waist like a banner of surrender. The fabric clung to the swell of her hips, shimmering with every shallow breath. Her nipples, already tight from the cool air and the weight of his stare, brushed against the edge of the mirror as she leaned forward slightly. She could see herself clearly, flushed cheeks, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, eyes wide with that familiar mixture of shame and aching need. Behind her reflection, James’s silhouette watched. A second woman, Scarlet, another of the c...