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A visionary industrialist having a moral compass, that what best described him when Benedict Astle was appointed as the CEO of the company. Within a short span of five years, he turned the wheels of the company and it was booming with profits. He was so influential with his marketing policies and business strategies that he ruthlessly wiped out his competitors from the business. Thus, he earned appreciation and applause from all the board members and his employees. But, as time passed by, with his hard-hearted trading policies, Benedict Astle soon started to gather more foes than friends both within and outside the organization. He got adamant about not taking no for an answer which soon turned his associates against him. Also, he demanded more work efforts and time than possibly his employees could offer. With wages and incentives not incremented over years, there was a buried rage against his administration. His pride in being a successful industrialist with always winning attitude somehow corrupted his morality. As a result, he grew more brutal and ferocious. It was correctly said: “Power and wealth can corrupt any one’s soul”, and he too was no exception.
Benedict dated frequently online and in doing so he found his soul mate, Molly. He was adamant, hard-hearted, dominant, and impatient with others, but when it came to Molly he surprisingly submitted to her authority. With a service-oriented mindset he always found peace to fulfill the demands and the wishes of his love. Whenever they were together, Benedict always found liberty and empowerment to be in Molly’s control. So, he decided to marry her and after a fast, dedicated and extreme romantic affair, he achieved his dream. But, within a year the wheels of fortunate started to change for both of them. Committed to his new wife, the Benedict was infatuated with her long, sexy legs, dense hair resembling the continuity of a waterfall, elegance, style, and overall grace. Besides, he was mesmerized with her quick wit, generosity, decision making skills and overall beauty. He was aroused by her intellect and always wanted to be with Molly, desperately.
Within a short span of time, he realized that she was everything he had ever imagined and even more buried deep in her heart. Erotic and romantic nights became the norm. She escorted him to the pleasures of the highest heavens that he had ever experienced before. With the expertise of a paramour, she taught him the art of tease and denial, foreplay, slow seduction and the art of pleasuring a woman. Benedict was only experienced with simple, normal missionary intercourse and was devoid of such ecstatic pleasures. Gone were the nights of fast, brutal and vanilla sex like throwing the woman on the bed and thrusting at her like a bull. With Molly, he mastered the art to tease a woman with his tongue and play with her body. For the first time, he experienced how one can effectively use his mouth and tongue on any woman’s body.
Molly taught him how to worship a woman with his tongue in between her legs. Like a fast learner, efficient and eager student, Benedict proved his worth to her, following her explicit instruction letter by letter. Right from the very beginning when they were intimate, she led the way. Soon, it was an essential part of their sexual affair that his head was to be buried in between her legs to begin the play. Habituated to this new submissive task, he was always eager to please Molly by this prelude. If being a visionary and ruthless business was his primary nature, then pleasuring his soul-mate with his mouth and tongue became his second nature. And undoubtedly, he enjoyed devoting himself to his Lady as much as she did in conquering him. Every night, Benedict spent hours pleasuring her sexy and lush body. He worshipped his temptress with soft, gentle kisses showering oral tributes all over her. He was conquered by the delicious pleasure of pleasuring his Goddess.
The taste of caressing of his Goddess consumed his senses like a powerful addiction. He spent infinite hours devouring her exquisite juices from the golden adobe in between her legs. Soon, his needs on his marital bed transformed into pleasuring his wife and Goddess rather than his own orgasms. Often, as he would enter his royal mansion after a day of hard and harsh business decisions, Benedict would catch Molly dressed in elegant robes that emphasized her nudity. Soon consumed in wild lusts for his Goddess he would forget all kingly appearances, his eager mouth drooling in intense passionate desires. As his desires only centered on pleasuring his Goddess by his mouth, she loved to tease him.
After a short pursuit and hide and seek within the bedroom, with commitments of more jewels, he achieved his goal and his head would be buried in between her legs, mouth on her pussy lips, and her long, slinky, sexy legs wrapped over his shoulders. In his servitude position, he discovered himself becoming progressively harder and hornier. It took enormous self-control on his part not to explode against the bed as she climaxed in his mouth. Sometimes depending on her mood, she would grant him to perform extra kissing on her blessed womanhood after she had finished squirting. These were the times when Molly allowed Benedict to devour the honey from her pussy lips as he softly lapped. On the other hand, it became increasingly harder for Benedict not to ejaculate as he rubbed himself against the bed in his erotica, getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.
Benedict hardly realized that the more time he spent offering his oral tributes to his Goddess, the less frequent were his sexual penetrations in her. Well pleased by his oral tributes, Molly would just roll over and go to sleep. Every time, every night, Benedict just lusted to continue his soft caresses on Molly’s attractive body with all his heart and soul. If he was the king of his business empire, then she was the QUEEN of the bedroom. Because within the bedroom, Benedict was involved in one-sided lovemaking and his own orgasms became secondary. Hence, he was in a constant state of arousal. He desired and lusted for her all the time, but was experiencing lesser sexual intercourses. In a manner he had never realized before, the more he desired and lusted for her, the greater was his obsessions. Thus, Molly asserted and confirmed that her body was available, but only on her terms. His lusts for her beyond all limits made him accept her dominance. It seemed the less she allowed him to have her, the more was his arousal.
During the day, he was an authoritarian concerned about making ruthless business decisions which made his fortunes and shaped the course of his business empire. But at night, in the bedroom, he had authority no more, and his only desires centered around pleasuring his Goddess no matter how demeaning they were. He didn’t expect such a huge turnaround in his marriage, but when it slowly started, he was just impotent to stop the slow descent. Every night, he would enter the bedroom with a lust and desired ambition to penetrate his soul-mate with his manhood. But in the end, she only allowed his tongue in her. “A woman should never ask”, that’s what Molly commanded once. And Benedict’s sole existence was to serve his Goddess, Molly.
One day, after hard and frustrating decisions in his office, Benedict vowed to conquer his Goddess and consummate the evening with a series of raw, wild and a****listic sexual intercourse. His hard and inflated manhood reminded him throughout the day of his lustful needs. As he entered the bedroom, he witnessed her sitting and posing before a mirror, applying some lotions on her gorgeous face. An attractive gown parting at the bottom revealed her long sensual legs. Her robe was unbuttoned at the top revealing her gorgeous boobs. She looked so seductive in the moonlight, that Benedict was compelled to forget his vow of penetrating into her. From the core of his heart filled with lust, he just desired to worship his goddess by his tongue. Turning seductively towards him, Molly allowed her gown to fall from her shoulder teasing every bit of his visions revealing her entire body. Benedict’s knees weakened, as he desired nothing more than to bury his head in between her legs and worship the pit of her womanhood.
“How did it go today?” she asked as she slowly brushed her long, dense hair. Her voice made his mouth dry and his expressive tongue ordering laws and actions in office were at a loss for words. “Fine...” he stammered. She knew how her body was exciting him and decided to play along. She crossed her legs, gave him a seductive look and he was in her control. Slowly and casually rotating one leg, in a seductive manner she trapped him in sexual delights with her seductive exposures.
“Honey, I need a new gown. I hardly have anything to wear,” she said. He thought for a moment to discuss with her how her lavish lifestyle was taking a toll on his wallet. Then as she drew one leg up onto the chair, grabbing it with her hands, highlighting her honey pot, his mind lost all the control and lusted to taste her divine juices.
“Of course! Take out what you need,” he mumbled as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. His desperately begging arms reached her legs, as his worshipful lips tribute the inside of her smooth thigh. He was doing what he had never done before, kneeling before anyone in whatsoever manner. Yet there he was, kneeling before his goddess, his wife—his sole aim only to serve her. Above him, hidden by his bowed head, she chuckled acknowledging his surrender.
Molly kept her legs pressed tightly, denied him from traveling upward, she inquired in a humiliating tone “What is it that you want, honey?”
“Please,” Benedict murmured. “Please, may I kiss you?” His harsh petitioning tone had nothing of a manly stature.
“Kiss me? That’s all you desire? Your wife is almost naked before you and all you desire is just to kiss me?”
“Please.” The sound was scratchy.”Please, let me kiss you. Right on the spot, where you like it so much,” he begged and the lust and desire almost too great.
“Hon, you are a business tycoon, my husband. The entire world is at your feet. Why you kneel to me? Aren’t I supposed to be on my knees before you?”
Instead of showing valid arrogance and objection, the once proud business tycoon allowed the wave of submission to conquer him.
“Please. Let me kiss you.” His lips desperately begged for his reward and yet were opposed by her strong thighs.
“Kiss me? Nothing more? Why shouldn’t a husband, demand what he wants? Not on his knees pleading like an inferior slave.” Molly lifted Benedict’s head with her hand grabbing hold of his hair. She stared deeply into his eyes viewing her own reflection. “Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“Please. I want to adore you. I want only to tribute you in the special way you like.” She released his unarranged hair the way an adult would to a little boy and walked to the bed. He rested on his knees watching and waiting.
“Come, my beloved husband. Come to your Goddess,” leaning back on the bed she ordered her husband spreading her legs seductively. He stood up to follow. “No,” she objected him in his follow up in a commanding tone. He stopped suddenly, frozen by her orders. “If your desire is so extreme then you must prove your worth. Crawl to your Goddess and prove your worth as a slave.”
A sudden fierce jolt of anger fired in Benedict’s eyes, the recklessness of her command erupting the last bit of pride whatsoever of it was left in him. He would have put behind bars any of his employees, or enemies for such an audacity. Struggling with the burden of his office his mind succumbed to her words. He thought to conquer the disloyal woman, his eyes focusing on the blessed orifice between her legs.
There were no signs of any manliness and masculine behavior in Benedict as he observed the tempting display of a seductress before him. Molly placed a pillow underneath her back lifting up her divine orifice to be served by her slave, exposed her juicy milk buckets and further exhibiting her beloved shrine in between her legs.
The sight of his prize was irresistible for Benedict that without thinking about the consequences of his actions he began to crawl towards his goal. Never in his life had he done such a demeaning act but the vision of her most desiring prize compelled him and blocked all his thoughts. As soon as his lips and tongue touched the divine orifice he barely heard her comment.
“That’s my slave. I will train you. You’ll learn.”
The next day the business tycoon could hardly pay any attention to his professional duties. His body was attending the business meetings but his mind and soul kept roaming in his bedroom. His conflicts were too great to allow him to concentrate on his activities. Anger, frustration, and embarrassment engulfed one side of his inner conflicts acknowledging that as a rich, masculine man and a husband he should demand from his wife the rightful privileges. If he was to be denied, then he must thrust forcefully on to her proclaiming who the owner of the house and bedroom was. He remembered the sensual nights when she submitted to him underneath his body, willingly accepting his thrusts as he penetrated and conquered her womanhood.
Arousal stimulated by humiliation presented the other side. As he recalled his last night demeaning chores, Benedict was too excited and thought about how the talent with his tongue gave his Goddess three delicious climaxes after he worshipped the shrine between her legs. Once again, his needs to climax in his wife’s womanhood were neglected as serving his wife as a Goddess was his primary aim.
But he was certain of one thing. His lust for her was so immense and intense that he always needed her. He needed her consent and he needed her approval and he could go to any extent for that no matter how demeaning that might be. No matter how his wife treated him like a slave for her own pleasures. His submissive part always wanted to surrender everything to his wife just to taste the loveliness of her delicious pussy.
That day also after going through long and tiresome events of judging cases, he was once again filled with manly desires. With firm intent, Benedict determined to approach Molly and demand his own sexual ejaculation and satisfaction. He again vowed to act like the potent man he was and consummate his power as her husband and as a man.
Marching with the glory he was known for, he entered their bedroom just as the Goddess emerged from the bath. Without realizing his presence, the gorgeous Goddess stood slightly bent over, naked, drying her hair. The demonstrations were incredible, even more, were the sight of her lovely buttocks gazing him in his face.
Within seconds he had forgotten his impotent manly vows. Benedict stood by the door completely fascinated by the exhibition.
He watched eagerly as she shook her hair dry. His legs were weakened and he was getting lost in his lust. Her beautiful buttocks rocked rhythmically as she toweled her long hair dry. As Molly finished her tasks, her eyes finally caught him. With a dashing and dominant gaze, she understood what Benedict’s center of attraction was. She kept herself steady like an expert manipulator for long moments to consume his slave in her lusty thoughts. Benedict’s eyes hardly shifted from her glorious pussy and buttocks. Provocatively, the Goddess bent further, very slowly, while noticing the effect of her gorgeous buttocks had on him. She decided to conclude the exhibition as she turned towards him, covering herself with the towel.
“You wish something, hon?” She asked him in a humiliating way as she knew he would be powerless to utter a single word. Like gorgeous model walking on a ramp, she strode towards the bed and dropped the towel demonstrating her attractive feminine assets. The husband tried to approach her but was stopped just by a wave of her hand.
As she spread her lovely legs exhibiting her heavenly gates, the Goddess mockingly pointed to the floor. In a desperate need to discharge his slavery duties, Benedict immediately knelt and crawled to the bed. She gestured him to unite her on the bed where his tongue tasted the luscious prize. Gone were his manly vows and manners, as he started to caress her delicate orifice with the exquisite talent his mistress had taught him. Wrapping her attractive legs over his shoulders, her hands stiffened his head on her heavenly gates as he continued his duties obediently. His skillful pleasuring led her to a magnificent climax. Benedict desired to satisfy his lust by his manhood instead he ended up satisfying his wife by her tongue. This left him as horny as before with a desperate lust to orgasm in his bed.
Finally, when Molly was satisfied with Benedict’s oral tributes, she pushed him away. In his sense of still discontent lust, his drooling lips still desired contact with her and pursued her as she slowly rolled aside.
“Are you still hungry to please your Goddess, hon?” she ridiculed again, dictating him who was in charge. With his mouth still gummed to her honey pot devouring the residues, the king took a hurried look at his Goddess. The Goddess wore a wicked smile on her face as she gazed upon his slave. With his mouth and lips coated with her valuable serum, the husband confessed his need to perform his duties and he nodded submissively.
“Then serve your Goddess as she desires.”
Her desires were his commands and as she finished dictating her commands to her slave, she rolled on her stomach. The marvelous mounds of her creamy buttocks appeared before his face. His manly stature was ripped apart, his honor fighting his lustful desires. He stared at the soft, gorgeous slopes, his mouth drooling. He recalled the visions of her bending over at the bath. An evil lust devastated him and he felt the desperate need to adore her bootylicious ass.
In his own mind, Benedict started to snake his tongue from his mouth and gently licked one of her soft ass cheeks. His lusts and desires overpowered his thoughts and he tried to find out the narrow fissure. With adoring hands, Benedict enquired impertinently into the ass cheeks and traversed the depths within by his tongue. Molly thrust back at him, entrapping his tongue deep within her fissure. Suddenly, as he proved his unquestionable devotion, his balls exploded against the bed and he orgasmed heavily.
She allowed her slave some more time to kiss and offer his oral tributes as he came down from the seventh heavenly pleasures he just experienced. He fell asleep with his mouth glued to her lovely booty.
When he woke up in the morning Benedict found his wife nowhere. Though he had a restful night, the business tycoon started his day in a confused state. On one hand, because of his ejaculation, he felt satisfied, but on the other hand, his actions were battling his masculine distinction making him feel completely degraded.
In a state of excruciating mental pain, he started his day of business decision consoling every part of his soul. He again impotently vowed not to fall to his lusts. He consoled himself that no matter what happened and what he did to satisfy his sexual appetite, he was still the man of his business empire, even his wife. This made him outrageous and insufferable.
As the sun set on its descent, Benedict’s submissive traits were on the ascent. He no longer felt the agony of humiliations in spite of his royal status, instead, he recalled his exquisite talent with his tongue that pleasured his Goddess and drilled the nectar out of her rosy lips, how satisfying it was when he climaxed himself offering his oral tributes to his wife’s royal orifice.
Then again his mind started to conflict with his masculine rank. How can he not conquer his wife by his manhood? He pledged again to himself. Tonight, his shaft was going to conquer his wife like a real man.
Later, Benedict marched to his bedroom feeling confident like always. He decided not to submit to her wicked manipulating schemes any farther. After all, she was just a woman, an ordinary woman like everyone in else.
But the business tycoon was spellbound when he was greeted by his wife with loveable kisses. Like a true lover, she was melting into his arms and her legs were weakening as she cast her body into his. He was quick to react and kissed her back lustfully and his testosterone filled his shaft. She withdrew from the embrace and guided him to the bed.
“I have wronged you, hon. It is time I resume my role as your wife. Come, let us make love and pleasure ourselves the way we did when we were newlywed.”
Benedict was overjoyed by Molly’s easy surrender; he laid upon her and returned the favor with deep long kisses. As his shaft pumped, he worked his way down to her neck teasing and kissing her. The vale alongside her shoulder tasted magnificent. From there his mouth took a short distance to her abundant milk buckets, where he dined on the juicy nipples, craving the abode between.
Like an expert manipulator she played and teased with reactive treats. Benedict realized Molly’s demanding hands played him further down her captivating body until his lips detected her rosy lips. His vowed again failed to avoid the trap between her legs and he found himself surrendering once again to the delicious temptation. He adored the attractive taste of her leaking nectar and gave in to her desire.
As he continued to offer oral tributes on her womanhood he accepted his love for his gorgeous Goddess. With the flavor of her juices in his mouth and her perfect orifice responding to his tenacious tongue, he acknowledged his position.
Finally, he was consummated to his position of a slave. He accepted that his real place belonged to his wife’s heavenly abode in between her legs. He realized that he would do anything and would go to any extent to worship the shrine that killed his potent manhood. Molly climaxed repeatedly to the expert and exquisite oral tributes of her new obedient slave, a slave whom she had trained and manipulated to satisfy all her pleasures.
An hour later, after having another climax, the Goddess made the determining move. Gently grabbing her slave’s head from her pussy, she slowly rolled to her stomach, presenting her ass for his oral adoration.
There was hesitation no more in Benedict’s mind. He was addicted to her and he no longer cared. And she sealed the deal.
From that day onwards, his businessman-ship was reduced only to a name. After everyday work in the evening, he would crawl to his Goddess’s service. Her wishes and desires were his commands, absolute command. Then she was the authority, not only in the bedroom but also of the entire business empire as she made all the business decisions. She was crowned the CEO, with the former CEO without a backbone at her feet like a lowly servant, longing to follow any and all commands.
Benedict who proved his worth in business now performed womanly chores like washing Molly’s underwear and helping her dress. As he continued in his chores, if she was in the mood, the Molly would then allow him to offer oral tributes to one of her precious orifices.
During the night, the slave would wash her feet, kiss them dry, sucking each toe, slowly working his way upward. Her adorable body was the only shrine where he wished to offer his tributes anytime and every time.
One night, the slave was tied under the bed. The Goddess had invited one of her more worthy and manly subjects to the bedroom. He plowed her like a bull breeding a cow while her enjoyments escaped her mouth in the form of loud slutty moans as if she were being exorcised. Lying underneath, the once-upon-a-time business tycoon listened to her moans eagerly awaiting his turn to please his mistress. When the worthy more subject left, drained and exhausted, the former ruler acknowledged a new responsibility, rinsing his Goddess of another’s seed.
A visionary industrialist having a moral compass, that what best described him when Benedict Astle was appointed as the CEO of the company. Within a short span of five years, he turned the wheels of the company and it was booming with profits. He was so influential with his marketing policies and business strategies that he ruthlessly wiped out his competitors from the business. Thus, he earned appreciation and applause from all the board members and his employees. But, as time passed by, with his hard-hearted trading policies, Benedict Astle soon started to gather more foes than friends both within and outside the organization. He got adamant about not taking no for an answer which soon turned his associates against him. Also, he demanded more work efforts and time than possibly his employees could offer. With wages and incentives not incremented over years, there was a buried rage against his administration. His pride in being a successful industrialist with always winning attitude somehow corrupted his morality. As a result, he grew more brutal and ferocious. It was correctly said: “Power and wealth can corrupt any one’s soul”, and he too was no exception.
Benedict dated frequently online and in doing so he found his soul mate, Molly. He was adamant, hard-hearted, dominant, and impatient with others, but when it came to Molly he surprisingly submitted to her authority. With a service-oriented mindset he always found peace to fulfill the demands and the wishes of his love. Whenever they were together, Benedict always found liberty and empowerment to be in Molly’s control. So, he decided to marry her and after a fast, dedicated and extreme romantic affair, he achieved his dream. But, within a year the wheels of fortunate started to change for both of them. Committed to his new wife, the Benedict was infatuated with her long, sexy legs, dense hair resembling the continuity of a waterfall, elegance, style, and overall grace. Besides, he was mesmerized with her quick wit, generosity, decision making skills and overall beauty. He was aroused by her intellect and always wanted to be with Molly, desperately.
Within a short span of time, he realized that she was everything he had ever imagined and even more buried deep in her heart. Erotic and romantic nights became the norm. She escorted him to the pleasures of the highest heavens that he had ever experienced before. With the expertise of a paramour, she taught him the art of tease and denial, foreplay, slow seduction and the art of pleasuring a woman. Benedict was only experienced with simple, normal missionary intercourse and was devoid of such ecstatic pleasures. Gone were the nights of fast, brutal and vanilla sex like throwing the woman on the bed and thrusting at her like a bull. With Molly, he mastered the art to tease a woman with his tongue and play with her body. For the first time, he experienced how one can effectively use his mouth and tongue on any woman’s body.
Molly taught him how to worship a woman with his tongue in between her legs. Like a fast learner, efficient and eager student, Benedict proved his worth to her, following her explicit instruction letter by letter. Right from the very beginning when they were intimate, she led the way. Soon, it was an essential part of their sexual affair that his head was to be buried in between her legs to begin the play. Habituated to this new submissive task, he was always eager to please Molly by this prelude. If being a visionary and ruthless business was his primary nature, then pleasuring his soul-mate with his mouth and tongue became his second nature. And undoubtedly, he enjoyed devoting himself to his Lady as much as she did in conquering him. Every night, Benedict spent hours pleasuring her sexy and lush body. He worshipped his temptress with soft, gentle kisses showering oral tributes all over her. He was conquered by the delicious pleasure of pleasuring his Goddess.
The taste of caressing of his Goddess consumed his senses like a powerful addiction. He spent infinite hours devouring her exquisite juices from the golden adobe in between her legs. Soon, his needs on his marital bed transformed into pleasuring his wife and Goddess rather than his own orgasms. Often, as he would enter his royal mansion after a day of hard and harsh business decisions, Benedict would catch Molly dressed in elegant robes that emphasized her nudity. Soon consumed in wild lusts for his Goddess he would forget all kingly appearances, his eager mouth drooling in intense passionate desires. As his desires only centered on pleasuring his Goddess by his mouth, she loved to tease him.
After a short pursuit and hide and seek within the bedroom, with commitments of more jewels, he achieved his goal and his head would be buried in between her legs, mouth on her pussy lips, and her long, slinky, sexy legs wrapped over his shoulders. In his servitude position, he discovered himself becoming progressively harder and hornier. It took enormous self-control on his part not to explode against the bed as she climaxed in his mouth. Sometimes depending on her mood, she would grant him to perform extra kissing on her blessed womanhood after she had finished squirting. These were the times when Molly allowed Benedict to devour the honey from her pussy lips as he softly lapped. On the other hand, it became increasingly harder for Benedict not to ejaculate as he rubbed himself against the bed in his erotica, getting closer and closer to his own orgasm.
Benedict hardly realized that the more time he spent offering his oral tributes to his Goddess, the less frequent were his sexual penetrations in her. Well pleased by his oral tributes, Molly would just roll over and go to sleep. Every time, every night, Benedict just lusted to continue his soft caresses on Molly’s attractive body with all his heart and soul. If he was the king of his business empire, then she was the QUEEN of the bedroom. Because within the bedroom, Benedict was involved in one-sided lovemaking and his own orgasms became secondary. Hence, he was in a constant state of arousal. He desired and lusted for her all the time, but was experiencing lesser sexual intercourses. In a manner he had never realized before, the more he desired and lusted for her, the greater was his obsessions. Thus, Molly asserted and confirmed that her body was available, but only on her terms. His lusts for her beyond all limits made him accept her dominance. It seemed the less she allowed him to have her, the more was his arousal.
During the day, he was an authoritarian concerned about making ruthless business decisions which made his fortunes and shaped the course of his business empire. But at night, in the bedroom, he had authority no more, and his only desires centered around pleasuring his Goddess no matter how demeaning they were. He didn’t expect such a huge turnaround in his marriage, but when it slowly started, he was just impotent to stop the slow descent. Every night, he would enter the bedroom with a lust and desired ambition to penetrate his soul-mate with his manhood. But in the end, she only allowed his tongue in her. “A woman should never ask”, that’s what Molly commanded once. And Benedict’s sole existence was to serve his Goddess, Molly.
One day, after hard and frustrating decisions in his office, Benedict vowed to conquer his Goddess and consummate the evening with a series of raw, wild and a****listic sexual intercourse. His hard and inflated manhood reminded him throughout the day of his lustful needs. As he entered the bedroom, he witnessed her sitting and posing before a mirror, applying some lotions on her gorgeous face. An attractive gown parting at the bottom revealed her long sensual legs. Her robe was unbuttoned at the top revealing her gorgeous boobs. She looked so seductive in the moonlight, that Benedict was compelled to forget his vow of penetrating into her. From the core of his heart filled with lust, he just desired to worship his goddess by his tongue. Turning seductively towards him, Molly allowed her gown to fall from her shoulder teasing every bit of his visions revealing her entire body. Benedict’s knees weakened, as he desired nothing more than to bury his head in between her legs and worship the pit of her womanhood.
“How did it go today?” she asked as she slowly brushed her long, dense hair. Her voice made his mouth dry and his expressive tongue ordering laws and actions in office were at a loss for words. “Fine...” he stammered. She knew how her body was exciting him and decided to play along. She crossed her legs, gave him a seductive look and he was in her control. Slowly and casually rotating one leg, in a seductive manner she trapped him in sexual delights with her seductive exposures.
“Honey, I need a new gown. I hardly have anything to wear,” she said. He thought for a moment to discuss with her how her lavish lifestyle was taking a toll on his wallet. Then as she drew one leg up onto the chair, grabbing it with her hands, highlighting her honey pot, his mind lost all the control and lusted to taste her divine juices.
“Of course! Take out what you need,” he mumbled as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. His desperately begging arms reached her legs, as his worshipful lips tribute the inside of her smooth thigh. He was doing what he had never done before, kneeling before anyone in whatsoever manner. Yet there he was, kneeling before his goddess, his wife—his sole aim only to serve her. Above him, hidden by his bowed head, she chuckled acknowledging his surrender.
Molly kept her legs pressed tightly, denied him from traveling upward, she inquired in a humiliating tone “What is it that you want, honey?”
“Please,” Benedict murmured. “Please, may I kiss you?” His harsh petitioning tone had nothing of a manly stature.
“Kiss me? That’s all you desire? Your wife is almost naked before you and all you desire is just to kiss me?”
“Please.” The sound was scratchy.”Please, let me kiss you. Right on the spot, where you like it so much,” he begged and the lust and desire almost too great.
“Hon, you are a business tycoon, my husband. The entire world is at your feet. Why you kneel to me? Aren’t I supposed to be on my knees before you?”
Instead of showing valid arrogance and objection, the once proud business tycoon allowed the wave of submission to conquer him.
“Please. Let me kiss you.” His lips desperately begged for his reward and yet were opposed by her strong thighs.
“Kiss me? Nothing more? Why shouldn’t a husband, demand what he wants? Not on his knees pleading like an inferior slave.” Molly lifted Benedict’s head with her hand grabbing hold of his hair. She stared deeply into his eyes viewing her own reflection. “Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“Please. I want to adore you. I want only to tribute you in the special way you like.” She released his unarranged hair the way an adult would to a little boy and walked to the bed. He rested on his knees watching and waiting.
“Come, my beloved husband. Come to your Goddess,” leaning back on the bed she ordered her husband spreading her legs seductively. He stood up to follow. “No,” she objected him in his follow up in a commanding tone. He stopped suddenly, frozen by her orders. “If your desire is so extreme then you must prove your worth. Crawl to your Goddess and prove your worth as a slave.”
A sudden fierce jolt of anger fired in Benedict’s eyes, the recklessness of her command erupting the last bit of pride whatsoever of it was left in him. He would have put behind bars any of his employees, or enemies for such an audacity. Struggling with the burden of his office his mind succumbed to her words. He thought to conquer the disloyal woman, his eyes focusing on the blessed orifice between her legs.
There were no signs of any manliness and masculine behavior in Benedict as he observed the tempting display of a seductress before him. Molly placed a pillow underneath her back lifting up her divine orifice to be served by her slave, exposed her juicy milk buckets and further exhibiting her beloved shrine in between her legs.
The sight of his prize was irresistible for Benedict that without thinking about the consequences of his actions he began to crawl towards his goal. Never in his life had he done such a demeaning act but the vision of her most desiring prize compelled him and blocked all his thoughts. As soon as his lips and tongue touched the divine orifice he barely heard her comment.
“That’s my slave. I will train you. You’ll learn.”
The next day the business tycoon could hardly pay any attention to his professional duties. His body was attending the business meetings but his mind and soul kept roaming in his bedroom. His conflicts were too great to allow him to concentrate on his activities. Anger, frustration, and embarrassment engulfed one side of his inner conflicts acknowledging that as a rich, masculine man and a husband he should demand from his wife the rightful privileges. If he was to be denied, then he must thrust forcefully on to her proclaiming who the owner of the house and bedroom was. He remembered the sensual nights when she submitted to him underneath his body, willingly accepting his thrusts as he penetrated and conquered her womanhood.
Arousal stimulated by humiliation presented the other side. As he recalled his last night demeaning chores, Benedict was too excited and thought about how the talent with his tongue gave his Goddess three delicious climaxes after he worshipped the shrine between her legs. Once again, his needs to climax in his wife’s womanhood were neglected as serving his wife as a Goddess was his primary aim.
But he was certain of one thing. His lust for her was so immense and intense that he always needed her. He needed her consent and he needed her approval and he could go to any extent for that no matter how demeaning that might be. No matter how his wife treated him like a slave for her own pleasures. His submissive part always wanted to surrender everything to his wife just to taste the loveliness of her delicious pussy.
That day also after going through long and tiresome events of judging cases, he was once again filled with manly desires. With firm intent, Benedict determined to approach Molly and demand his own sexual ejaculation and satisfaction. He again vowed to act like the potent man he was and consummate his power as her husband and as a man.
Marching with the glory he was known for, he entered their bedroom just as the Goddess emerged from the bath. Without realizing his presence, the gorgeous Goddess stood slightly bent over, naked, drying her hair. The demonstrations were incredible, even more, were the sight of her lovely buttocks gazing him in his face.
Within seconds he had forgotten his impotent manly vows. Benedict stood by the door completely fascinated by the exhibition.
He watched eagerly as she shook her hair dry. His legs were weakened and he was getting lost in his lust. Her beautiful buttocks rocked rhythmically as she toweled her long hair dry. As Molly finished her tasks, her eyes finally caught him. With a dashing and dominant gaze, she understood what Benedict’s center of attraction was. She kept herself steady like an expert manipulator for long moments to consume his slave in her lusty thoughts. Benedict’s eyes hardly shifted from her glorious pussy and buttocks. Provocatively, the Goddess bent further, very slowly, while noticing the effect of her gorgeous buttocks had on him. She decided to conclude the exhibition as she turned towards him, covering herself with the towel.
“You wish something, hon?” She asked him in a humiliating way as she knew he would be powerless to utter a single word. Like gorgeous model walking on a ramp, she strode towards the bed and dropped the towel demonstrating her attractive feminine assets. The husband tried to approach her but was stopped just by a wave of her hand.
As she spread her lovely legs exhibiting her heavenly gates, the Goddess mockingly pointed to the floor. In a desperate need to discharge his slavery duties, Benedict immediately knelt and crawled to the bed. She gestured him to unite her on the bed where his tongue tasted the luscious prize. Gone were his manly vows and manners, as he started to caress her delicate orifice with the exquisite talent his mistress had taught him. Wrapping her attractive legs over his shoulders, her hands stiffened his head on her heavenly gates as he continued his duties obediently. His skillful pleasuring led her to a magnificent climax. Benedict desired to satisfy his lust by his manhood instead he ended up satisfying his wife by her tongue. This left him as horny as before with a desperate lust to orgasm in his bed.
Finally, when Molly was satisfied with Benedict’s oral tributes, she pushed him away. In his sense of still discontent lust, his drooling lips still desired contact with her and pursued her as she slowly rolled aside.
“Are you still hungry to please your Goddess, hon?” she ridiculed again, dictating him who was in charge. With his mouth still gummed to her honey pot devouring the residues, the king took a hurried look at his Goddess. The Goddess wore a wicked smile on her face as she gazed upon his slave. With his mouth and lips coated with her valuable serum, the husband confessed his need to perform his duties and he nodded submissively.
“Then serve your Goddess as she desires.”
Her desires were his commands and as she finished dictating her commands to her slave, she rolled on her stomach. The marvelous mounds of her creamy buttocks appeared before his face. His manly stature was ripped apart, his honor fighting his lustful desires. He stared at the soft, gorgeous slopes, his mouth drooling. He recalled the visions of her bending over at the bath. An evil lust devastated him and he felt the desperate need to adore her bootylicious ass.
In his own mind, Benedict started to snake his tongue from his mouth and gently licked one of her soft ass cheeks. His lusts and desires overpowered his thoughts and he tried to find out the narrow fissure. With adoring hands, Benedict enquired impertinently into the ass cheeks and traversed the depths within by his tongue. Molly thrust back at him, entrapping his tongue deep within her fissure. Suddenly, as he proved his unquestionable devotion, his balls exploded against the bed and he orgasmed heavily.
She allowed her slave some more time to kiss and offer his oral tributes as he came down from the seventh heavenly pleasures he just experienced. He fell asleep with his mouth glued to her lovely booty.
When he woke up in the morning Benedict found his wife nowhere. Though he had a restful night, the business tycoon started his day in a confused state. On one hand, because of his ejaculation, he felt satisfied, but on the other hand, his actions were battling his masculine distinction making him feel completely degraded.
In a state of excruciating mental pain, he started his day of business decision consoling every part of his soul. He again impotently vowed not to fall to his lusts. He consoled himself that no matter what happened and what he did to satisfy his sexual appetite, he was still the man of his business empire, even his wife. This made him outrageous and insufferable.
As the sun set on its descent, Benedict’s submissive traits were on the ascent. He no longer felt the agony of humiliations in spite of his royal status, instead, he recalled his exquisite talent with his tongue that pleasured his Goddess and drilled the nectar out of her rosy lips, how satisfying it was when he climaxed himself offering his oral tributes to his wife’s royal orifice.
Then again his mind started to conflict with his masculine rank. How can he not conquer his wife by his manhood? He pledged again to himself. Tonight, his shaft was going to conquer his wife like a real man.
Later, Benedict marched to his bedroom feeling confident like always. He decided not to submit to her wicked manipulating schemes any farther. After all, she was just a woman, an ordinary woman like everyone in else.
But the business tycoon was spellbound when he was greeted by his wife with loveable kisses. Like a true lover, she was melting into his arms and her legs were weakening as she cast her body into his. He was quick to react and kissed her back lustfully and his testosterone filled his shaft. She withdrew from the embrace and guided him to the bed.
“I have wronged you, hon. It is time I resume my role as your wife. Come, let us make love and pleasure ourselves the way we did when we were newlywed.”
Benedict was overjoyed by Molly’s easy surrender; he laid upon her and returned the favor with deep long kisses. As his shaft pumped, he worked his way down to her neck teasing and kissing her. The vale alongside her shoulder tasted magnificent. From there his mouth took a short distance to her abundant milk buckets, where he dined on the juicy nipples, craving the abode between.
Like an expert manipulator she played and teased with reactive treats. Benedict realized Molly’s demanding hands played him further down her captivating body until his lips detected her rosy lips. His vowed again failed to avoid the trap between her legs and he found himself surrendering once again to the delicious temptation. He adored the attractive taste of her leaking nectar and gave in to her desire.
As he continued to offer oral tributes on her womanhood he accepted his love for his gorgeous Goddess. With the flavor of her juices in his mouth and her perfect orifice responding to his tenacious tongue, he acknowledged his position.
Finally, he was consummated to his position of a slave. He accepted that his real place belonged to his wife’s heavenly abode in between her legs. He realized that he would do anything and would go to any extent to worship the shrine that killed his potent manhood. Molly climaxed repeatedly to the expert and exquisite oral tributes of her new obedient slave, a slave whom she had trained and manipulated to satisfy all her pleasures.
An hour later, after having another climax, the Goddess made the determining move. Gently grabbing her slave’s head from her pussy, she slowly rolled to her stomach, presenting her ass for his oral adoration.
There was hesitation no more in Benedict’s mind. He was addicted to her and he no longer cared. And she sealed the deal.
From that day onwards, his businessman-ship was reduced only to a name. After everyday work in the evening, he would crawl to his Goddess’s service. Her wishes and desires were his commands, absolute command. Then she was the authority, not only in the bedroom but also of the entire business empire as she made all the business decisions. She was crowned the CEO, with the former CEO without a backbone at her feet like a lowly servant, longing to follow any and all commands.
Benedict who proved his worth in business now performed womanly chores like washing Molly’s underwear and helping her dress. As he continued in his chores, if she was in the mood, the Molly would then allow him to offer oral tributes to one of her precious orifices.
During the night, the slave would wash her feet, kiss them dry, sucking each toe, slowly working his way upward. Her adorable body was the only shrine where he wished to offer his tributes anytime and every time.
One night, the slave was tied under the bed. The Goddess had invited one of her more worthy and manly subjects to the bedroom. He plowed her like a bull breeding a cow while her enjoyments escaped her mouth in the form of loud slutty moans as if she were being exorcised. Lying underneath, the once-upon-a-time business tycoon listened to her moans eagerly awaiting his turn to please his mistress. When the worthy more subject left, drained and exhausted, the former ruler acknowledged a new responsibility, rinsing his Goddess of another’s seed.
Latisha
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