“We need to see complete devotion from you, Billy. My Margie’s a special lady, you see the way other men look at her. She could have any man she wants, and that’s a powerful aphrodisiac for a woman. You’re a lucky man, Billy Atwood, but.” It seemed there was always a “but” in Billy’s new world, “a good pussy sucking husband always puts his wife’s pleasure first and foremost. She needs to know that you’d suck her pussy gladly and gratefully,” she paused for a moment, and sipped her cocktail, “no matter what the circumstances might be.”
Billy looked at Doris, his mouth open, “circumstances? What circumstances, Mrs Gaithway?”
Mrs. Gaithway just smiled. She rubbed a finger over the swollen balls of her son in law and looked deeply into his eyes. “Billy, would you like to hump my leg while you beat off for me?” There was always some humiliating aspect to his masturbation sessions.
“Well, I, I would, like to, I mean I guess, I could. . .” Mrs. Gaithway cut him off.
“C’mon Billy, get right down here—-on the floor— and straddle my leg while you do your little business.”
There was no pride left in the brainwashed young man. Mrs. Gaithway sat on the stool with her big leg extended. Billy was on his knees, on the floor with one arm wrapped around the her large stockinged thigh. He looked up desperately at the older woman. She handed him a stick of butter from the table.
“Here, butter up for me, Billy. Butter up your nice little hand pussy!” She looked down at him with a smirk of amusement. “It’s time to empty these balls!” She popped her foot up and bounced his vulnerable balls, causing him to jump. She worked her stockinged foot over the man’s hanging testicles, in a not so gentle way. “Now, start wanking!”
“AHH,” Billy grunted as his left hand began to jack up and down his rock hard penis. Doris looked down at the amusing sight. Billy’s hand dutifully wanked up and down the panting dick.
“You know, Billy, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.” The young man looked up again. “One thing I learned with my first husband, was how much better he performed his husbandly duties when he wore his. . . well, it’s,” she gave a giggle, “it’s kinda funny, in a way. — Billy, there’s no way to sugar coat this–he wore a big butt plug up his ass—just for me!”
Billy dick was throbbing. Up and down his hand went. Up and down. “A, a, WHAT?”
“A butt plug, Billy, and from the very first day, I simply couldn’t believe the improvement in his attitude.” Mrs. Gaithway had the most delightful smile on her face as she looked down at the masturbating young man. Billy’s eyes were wide, and his mouth was open. She continued to rub his nut sack while he jerked his dick like a mad man, and clutched at her leg.
“And I think that it would be good for you, too, Billy. The bigger, the better. Don’t worry, I’ve already discussed it with Marge.” Doris chuckled. “She even suggested you should have your cute little butt plugged while you clean my house.”
The brain washed young man on his knees could only nod in agreement as he felt the long waited pleasure in his throbbing dick, after a three week abstinence. Mrs. Gaithway worked his poor red balls back and forth between her toes.
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