Jacqueline was a different ball game. She was more into name-calling. While Fiona was usually called Clark's slave and little else, Jacqueline wanted more. Her hubby couldn't call her slut, whore or cunt. He was too "nice" and couldn't bring himself to do it. She wanted him to treat her with more aggression. She was gorgeous and black, with dark eyes and pussy. Her husband was white. Ripping open her clothes and taking her hard, while calling her dirty words was what she craved and Clark delivered. She got horny being called Clark's slave too and her collar said "Clark's Property". He owned her, at least during their visits and she liked the helplessness it made her feel. The added excitement was the knowledge that they could get caught if her husband came home early. That never happened but it added another element to their affair.
Their favorite activity was her worshipping his prick on her knees. He shoved his stiff rod into her mouth after she got it hard by stroking it with her hands. He plunged it in and out of her ebony lips while she looked up into his face. Her choking sounds were a major aphrodisiac for Clark. When he shot his huge load of sperm all over her dark face and tits, Jacqueline felt like a true slut. That was her greatest thrill.
"Lick it up, whore," Clark said.
"Yes Master," Jacqueline agreed. She did a great job getting most of it off, with her long eager tongue.
"Clean off your face, you cheap slut," he'd say when he saw some of his seed still on her. Jacqueline smiled and went to the washroom and removed it.
Their intercourse was never the gentle kind. Both wanted her penetrated hard and rough.
"You fucking whore," he'd say. "You deserve a hard banging since you're a worthless cunt."
"Yes Master, I do."
"Beg for it," he insisted.
"Please fuck me. Pleasssssse."
He liked looking down at her black slit when they fornicated. Her legs held high over his shoulders, he took her forcefully and deeply, always making sure to keep calling her the names she loved to hear during it. He rammed his erect pole into her ready slit until her inviting hole overflowed with his warm cream.
Clark was thrilled with his life. Beautiful wife at work and 2 pretty slaves on the side. What more could a guy want? Clark kept juggling them and was very content doing so.
It was a busy day at work and Clark had arranged a busy night with Jacqueline. He told Pam one of his excuses and as usual, she didn't question it. He took off from the store and headed to Jacqueline's home. She lived a half hour away and he was expected in 10 minutes. Clark's cell phone rang.
"Sorry Master but I have to cancel," Jacqueline whispered since her husband was nearby. "Jonathan's meeting got postponed until tomorrow. He's home now so you can't come over."
"I understand." Clark wasn't upset though he was disappointed. It was one of the pitfalls of seeing a married woman. "We'll see each other Thursday night as usual."
"Yes, that should be fine," Jacqueline replied and quickly hung up the phone.
Clark decided he might as well head back to the store to help out. He had nothing else that needed tending to and he felt slightly guilty that he wasn't doing as much work as Pam. He would make an excuse why he returned. He arrived and didn't see Pam around so he thought he would check inventory in the back. He headed there and passed the BDSM room and heard some moans. His stirring rod reacted to the pleasurable sound. Clark's horniness from the anticipation he had about seeing Jacqueline that evening and thinking about what they would have done together, hadn't yet dissipated. He thought he would attend a demonstration, which he did from time-to-time. Nobody ever minded when he let himself in to watch. It was one of the perks of owning the establishment.
He used the key both he and Pam had for such occasions and walked into the chamber. He was flabbergasted at what he witnessed. There on the floor was his ever-loving faithful wife. She wore their popular Tit and Clit Clamp Combo and was hungrily servicing another man's cock in her mouth. Her Master had a whip in his hand and Clark could see marks on parts of Pam's body, evidence of where she had been hit. Clark couldn't believe it. He had seen the odd bruise on Pam's body but she always laughed it off saying she had been clumsy. He stood there transfixed as he watched his adulterous spouse submissively drinking cum that her dominator poured down her throat. In their entire marriage, she had never swallowed his semen. Pam had just gulped down the mouthful of sperm when she noticed Clark standing there.
"This demonstration is over," she informed the customer hurriedly. Please tell someone at the front what items you'll be purchasing. Thank you." The man zipped up his pants and left the room. On his way out he winked at her, as he said, "No, thank you." Clark stared at Pam as if she was a total stranger. Where was the woman he married?
To be continued...