Jian's wife transforms into a tempting little devil, while Mr. Davis takes control in a live-streamed domination and submission session. How far will they go?
The red devil costume shimmered in the dim light of the bedroom lamp, fitting like a second skin over Jian's wife's body. The shiny fabric highlighted every curve, from the plunging neckline that barely contained her breasts to the short skirt that barely covered her thighs. Fishnet stockings and high heels completed the ensemble, giving her an air of devilish temptation. Jian watched her with a mixture of pride and lust, the camera in his hands already recording as she adjusted the black mask that concealed her identity, leaving only her red lips and piercing gaze visible.
"Perfect," Jian whispered, reaching over to adjust her corset, his fingers brushing the soft skin of her back. She didn't respond, but the slight tremble in her thighs betrayed her arousal. This wasn't the first time she'd dressed like this, but each time she felt the weight of anticipation, the knowledge of what would come next.
The bedroom door opened without warning, and Mr. Davis entered with the same arrogant confidence that characterized him. He also wore a mask, this time made of black leather, which highlighted his strong jaw and the gleam in his eyes as he scanned Jian's wife's body. He didn't say anything at first; he didn't need to. His presence already filled the space, imposing silence.
"Kneel," he finally ordered, his deep voice echoing in the room. She obeyed immediately, sinking gracefully to the floor, her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight. Jian adjusted the camera angle to capture every detail, her breathing quickening. Mr. Davis approached, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, letting the sound of metal hitting the floor mingle with the whisper of the fabric of his suit as he moved.
"Open up," he said, bringing his index finger to her painted lips. Without hesitation, she parted her lips, letting him slide his finger inside, wet and warm. Jian zoomed in, capturing the sheen of saliva as she began to suck hungrily, her cheeks hollowing with each movement. Mr. Davis let out a grunt of approval, his other hand moving down to caress his own bulge, now visible through his pants.
"Look at her, Jian," Mr. Davis said without taking his eyes off her. "See how she melts for a simple finger. Imagine what she'll do to my cock." Jian swallowed, feeling his own member harden against his pants. He didn't respond, but the trembling in his hands as he held the camera gave him away.
She moaned around his finger, her eyes half-closed, her legs instinctively beginning to part. Jian wasted no time. He placed the camera on the nightstand, adjusting the framing so everything was in shot, and then moved closer, positioning himself behind her. In one fluid motion, he placed his bare feet against the inside of her thighs, pushing firmly until her legs were spread, exposed. The cool air of the room brushed against her crotch, and she gasped, Mr. Davis's finger still in her mouth.
"God, what a sight," Mr. Davis murmured, withdrawing his finger with a wet sound. He bent down, grabbed the skirt of her suit, and lifted it up to her waist, revealing the red thong that barely covered her already damp pussy. "Take it off," he ordered.
She complied, sliding her hands beneath the fabric to drag the thong down her legs, letting it fall to the floor. Jian pressed his toes against her thighs, holding her open, as Mr. Davis knelt in front of her, his large hands sliding up the insides of her thighs before plunging a finger inside her pussy. She arched her back, a strangled moan escaping her lips.
"So tight," Mr. Davis grunted. "And all for me."
Jian took a deep breath, heat rising up his neck. He knew this was just the beginning. With a swift motion, he grabbed his phone and opened the livestreaming app. The viewer numbers began to climb almost immediately, comments filling the screen with fire emojis and excited messages. Without saying a word, he brought the microphone to his lips.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, his voice firm despite the trembling in his hands. "This is my wife. And she's about to get fucked by my boss."
Mr. Davis laughed, a dark, satisfied sound, as he unbuttoned his pants, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. Jian's wife looked at him hungrily, her lips parted, but he stopped her with a gesture.
"Not yet," he said, grabbing her hip and turning her until she was facing away from him, her perfect, round ass pointing up. "First, this hole."
Jian adjusted the camera to capture the moment Mr. Davis spit on her hand and then rubbed it between her buttocks, lubricating her tight anus. She gasped, her fingers digging into the mattress, but she didn't resist. When the thick head of his cock pressed against her, Jian felt her own heart pound, his cock painfully hard inside his pants.
"Relax," Mr. Davis grunted, thrusting firmly. She cried out, the sound muffled by pleasure and pain as he sank into her, inch by inch, until his balls brushed against her pussy. "Fuck, so tight," he mumbled, beginning to move with deep, controlled thrusts.
Jian couldn't resist any longer. He removed his shirt and pants, leaving his body exposed as he approached his wife, using her back as support to lean back against, his cock rubbing against her sweaty skin. She moaned with each thrust from Mr. Davis, her breasts swaying, her nipples hard as rocks beneath the fabric of her corset.
"Tell them who's fucking you," Mr. Davis ordered, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it back.
"My… my boss," she gasped, her voice breaking. "His cock is so big, so hard…"
Jian smiled, bringing his mouth close to her ear. "Tell them you love them," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
She obeyed, her words mingling with moans as Mr. Davis increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more brutal. "I love him… I love his cock, I love how it fills me…"
Mr. Davis grunted, his hands moving to her breasts. In one swift motion, he pinched her nipples until she screamed, pain mingling with pleasure. Then, he pulled something from his pocket: two small metal hooks, each with a chain. Without warning, he placed them on her nipples, squeezing until the skin reddened and she gasped, the sharp pain making her pussy clench around nothing.
"Perfect," Mr. Davis said, watching the hooks swing with each movement. "Now suck," he ordered, grabbing her hair and guiding her mouth to his cock, still glistening with the fluids from her anus.
She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip, collecting the dripping precum. Mr. Davis grunted, pushing her head down until his cock disappeared between her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed, her eyes watery but full of devotion.
Jian watched from his perch, his own cock in his hand, slowly masturbating as the live stream continued to rack up viewers. Comments multiplied, obscene requests filling the screen. Someone offered a generous donation if she came on camera. Another asked that Mr. Davis tag her.
"Maybe we should do this more often," Jian murmured, his voice hoarse, as Mr. Davis began to pant, his thrusts becoming erratic. "One channel just for this. Donations. Petitions…"
Mr. Davis didn't respond, too caught up in his own pleasure, but Jian's wife's muffled moan was answer enough. When he finally came, it was with a roar, his hot semen filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop, her lips closing around him hungrily.
The camera kept rolling as Mr. Davis pulled out, leaving Jian's wife trembling, her body marked and used, the hooks still dangling from her reddened nipples. Jian stepped closer, removed all the metal hooks, making her comfortable, his hands lubricating her glistening red breasts, his cock still hard, with a cream, and without saying a word, he entered her, using her sweaty body as a pillow as he began to fuck her slowly, savoring every moan, every tremble.
The broadcast continued live. Viewers continued watching. And the future, full of obscene possibilities, remained wide open.