2 comments/ 36640 views/ 1 favorites One Rule By: AnOrdinaryGuy Disclaimer: This story could be in several different categories, but I chose the category it's in due to the ending. Also, everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. John glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 6 in the evening, and Gina, his beautiful bride, was expected home shortly. He placed a bookmark in his novel and rose to check on dinner. He could hear the pasta happily bubbling away on the stove. Moving towards the oven, he flicked on the oven light and bent down to look at the pork roast that was slowly cooking its way to perfection. John and his wife had one rule for their marriage: The one who does the cooking gets to control the events of the evening for the same amount of time as it takes that person to make the meal. After that time was up, they tended to let the evening flow as it would. This rule was usually used solely for choosing movies, wines, or desserts due to the fact that both John and Gina worked standard 9-5 jobs. Thus, dinner ended up being fast food or a frozen TV dinner. Obviously since neither of these options take much time to prepare, the person who made the decision first on what to eat had between 10 seconds and 1 minute to be "in control" during the evening. However, tonight was going to be different. John had recently received a promotion at his office. Not only did this promotion bring better pay, but it also gave him the liberty to work at home 1 or 2 days a week. While Gina knew about the promotion and the raise, John had kept her ignorant of the other perk. Tonight was going to be different because today he had worked from home. This had given him ample time to prepare a meal, and the meal he had chosen for the evening had taken nearly 4 hours to prepare. Yes, tonight would be different because tonight he was in control. The sound of a key being slotted into a lock came from the front doorway. The lock clicked open, and he could hear the squeak of the door as Gina walked in, her purse jingling and her coat swishing past the doorframe. He stepped out of the kitchen and watched her wrestle with her coat. She was stunning. Shoulder-length brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. At 5' 5" she was the perfect fit for John's lanky frame. Her lithe, compact body seemed to meld perfectly into his. Curvy in all the right places, she had a small, tight ass that he absolutely adored as well as small, but perfect breasts. John, was an inch shy of 6' and well built for his height. He wasn't muscular in the sense of a bodybuilder, but he had a strong, hard body. His own brown hair was a shade lighter than Gina's, but his eyes were nearly the same sparkling blue. Their friends often remarked that John and Gina looked as if they could have been related, brother and sister or at least cousins. That always gave John a laugh, as he thought about all the things that he wouldn't have been able to do if Gina really was his sister. He sighed as she walked towards him; the sway of her hips was a constant enticement to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she lifted her lips to his. The kiss was brief but full of promise. She stepped back and peeked around him into the kitchen. "You made dinner?" She asked with a glance in his direction, walking into the kitchen and noticing the roast in the oven. As she bent over to scrutinize his culinary creations, John turned toward her and was immediately met by the sight of her glorious ass hanging in the air, as if it was on a podium. "You made a roast?!?" She asked in befuddlement and confusion. Her eyes narrowed as she poked a finger into his chest and furthered her inquiry, "Where did you find the time to do this...and how long did it take?" "It took me 4 hours to make, and as to where I found the time, maybe I'll let you in on that secret if you're a good girl tonight." As the words left his mouth, he stepped towards her and cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, pulling her close to him. Lowering his mouth to hers, he gave her a kiss. Her warm lips met his in what can only be described as pure delight. She hungrily and passionately returned the kiss. His hands, meanwhile, were enthusiastically massaging her ass cheeks. He let the kiss last for several minutes before breaking it off. "But first," he said with a grin, "Let's eat real food. You'll need all the energy that you can get for tonight." As the meal came to a close Gina leaned over the table and whispered in a seductive way, "So what's the plan for tonight? I assume you do have a plan, right? You didn't just spend 4 hours making a delicious meal for the food, did you?" The implied question hung in the air between the two lovers. What was he going to use his hours of control for? John finished chewing the food that was in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with his napkin, without breaking eye contact. "You're just going to have to wait and see." He grinned like a school boy with a secret, and rose from his chair to clear the dishes off the table. "You're not even going to tell me? Your own wife? Not even one little bit of a hint?" She asked in dismay. He turned back to her and smiled, "It will be 'fun', I'll promise you that." With the table cleared and the dishes in the sink, John walked back to Gina and helped her up out of her chair. He playfully kissed her before bringing his lips to her neck. He moved behind her and continued to cover the exposed skin of her neck and shoulders with his tongue and lips. She moaned softly and thrust her hips back towards his. He backed off and grabbed her hand with his. He lead her into the bathroom, and turned on the shower, as he found her lips with his again and kissed her with passion and vigor. Moving his hands under her shirt, he began kneading her breasts. She raised her arms over her head as her tongue fought with his for dominance in her mouth. They broke the kiss momentarily as he stripped her shirt off her. Their lips locked again while he reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She sent a hand down to his crotch and began massaging his dick through his jeans. The clasp on her bra snapped open and she dropped her bra to the ground. He placed his left hand on her ass and squeezed as his right hand found Gina's now exposed breasts. He broke the kiss again moving his mouth in a line of kisses down her neck and onto her chest. She took the opportunity to get her hands under his shirt and to lift it over his head. He backed her up against the wall, capturing her right nipple with his lips. As he began sucking, softly at first but with growing ardor, her hands roamed around his back, leaving small scratches everywhere. She lowered her mouth to his shoulder and moaned loudly as he continued to suckle from her breasts. His hands unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. She wiggled her hips and her jeans slipped down. She stepped out of first one, then the other pant leg and kicked her jeans towards the door. He removed his mouth from her breast and kissed her on the lips again. Then, he stepped back and yanked her panties down her legs. She kicked them free as he dropped his jeans and briefs to the floor. John grabbed her hands and stepped over the lip of the tub, pulling her with him. As the warm water hit his naked body, Gina came into his arms again and immediately began to grind her hips into his now hard manhood. "Alright, the first order of business tonight is for you to start sucking." John whispered in her ear. He punctuated his words by pressing his palms down on her shoulders. He turned his back to the water to block the stream from getting in her face. She dropped to her knees and eagerly took his burgeoning 7-inch dick into her hungry mouth. After one long suck, John turned his head up towards the ceiling and groaned happily. She let his dick slide out of her mouth and then swirled her tongue around the head. He lowered his eyes and watched as she licked his dick up and down the shaft. She returned her attention to the head as she glanced towards him. She made eye contact with him as she sucked him into her mouth again. .He groaned in pleasure as she swirled her tongue around his shaft while sucking. She moved his dick in and out of her mouth. John's breathing increased and his groaned became more frequent. He started moving his hips with the rhythm that she'd created with her sucking. She pulled his manhood out of her hot mouth, a line of saliva connecting her lips to his dick's tip. She looked up at him and asked in an innocent but seductive tone, "Do you like your dick in my mouth? Do you want me to make you spill your seed all down my warm throat?" She began sucking him harder and faster as he desperately tried to respond. She moved her left hand to his ass and inserted her, now quite wet, middle finger into his asshole. Gina began to slide her finger in and out of his ass, while she sucked his dick even harder. John finally found breath to gasp, "Oh, god Gina! Oh, god! Please don't stop now. Suck my dick! Suck it until I cum!" His hips began bucking violently with a mind of their own, forcing his 7-inches further and further down her throat. She took it all in stride and increased her sucking. Her right hand reached out and grabbed his balls. She began massaging his balls as she slipped her tongue down the underside of his shaft. It finally became too much for John to handle. He growled, and shouted, "Oh fuck!" as his cum shot forcefully into her mouth. Gina relished the feeling of the warm liquid spraying the insides of her mouth. She continued sucking lightly on his dick, but she popped her finger out of his asshole. Determined to milk his balls for all he's worth, her hand continued to play with his balls, until his dick finally stopped leaking cum several seconds later. She let him pull his shrinking manhood out of her mouth, but she kept her lips open. Using her tongue, she pushed his cum toward the front of her mouth and played with it in front of him. Then, she moved it to the back of her throat and with a smile gave it one gargle before swallowing it in one fell swoop. He helped her to her feet and kissed her, tasting the leftovers of his seed on her lips. They finished the shower by soaping each other up, kissing passionately every time they faced one another. John took the opportunity to slip a soapy finger into her ass as their tongues became intertwined. They rinsed off, and John shut the water off, while stepping out of the shower. Gina followed him onto the bathmat. He grabbed a towel and began drying her off. With both of them dry, John spread the towels out on the counter and lifted Gina on top of them. He nibbled at her ear and whispered, "It's your turn." He kissed her lips passionately but briefly, turning his lips to her body. He let his lips linger in the hollow of her neck, the warmth of his lips and the wetness of his tongue caused a soft moan to escape Gina's lips. "Oh John..." she mumbled. His lips traveled from the hollow of her neck to her shoulder, trailing a line of wet kisses. He gave her left nipple a quick lick, then moved his mouth to just above her breasts. He began sucking, teasing her with the thought of where his mouth could have been. He moved his lips back down to her breasts and passed over them to lick and kiss her stomach. He briefly reached a hand up to her right breast and fondled it while kissing her belly button and moving ever closer to her nether regions. His tongue snaked out for a passing shot at her slit as he landed his mouth on her leg. He alternated kissing first one leg then the other all the way down to her toes, then he returned back up the way he came. Again, he gave a teasing lick to her slit as he moved his mouth back up her torso. This time, he did stop at her breasts. She moaned as he finally began to pay attention to her sensitive nipples. He began sucking lightly on one nipple, then moved to the other and swirled his tongue around it. Gina gently placed her hands on her head, forcing him to remain. He gladly accepted her choice and made a more detailed greeting with her breast. Sucking some of it into his mouth and twirling his wet tongue around the hard point. She moaned again, and he continued the treatment. He brought a finger up to her lips and waited for her mouth to open. He slid his finger into her mouth and felt her begin to suck on it. He moved his attention to her other breast, as he pulled his finger from her mouth. At this point, his hand found her slit and rubbed it gently, the saliva-coated finger pushing at the entrance of her pussy, begging entrance into her warm hole. He slipped the finger into her pussy and began moving it in and out. Meanwhile, his mouth left her breasts momentarily to kiss her lips. He moved his mouth to the hollow of her neck again and left a warm and wet trail to her breasts. He returned his focus to her nipples, while his finger fucked her pussy. She began moving her hips and moaning loudly. His finger, once coated in saliva is now dripping with her inner juices. He pulled his finger out and moved his lips ever so slowly down her body until he reached her sodden slit. His tongue began lapping up the juices as he burrowed his face into her pussy. Gina's legs clenched around his head, and she turned her face towards the ceiling, moaning in ecstasy. John alternated between sucking on her lips and slipping his tongue into her slit. He continued this for several minutes until her hips began to buck and her legs put even more pressure on his neck and head. Finally, he turned his attention to the little bud just above her slit, licking it and engulfing it with his lips. He sucked on it softly. Immediately a loud moan escaped from Gina and he heard her shout, "Oh fuck! Don't stop John! Please, right there. Please, don't stop." John, having no intention of stopping now, began sucking with renewed zeal. He slipped first one, then two fingers into her slit as his mouth focused its attention on her clit. He felt a tremor pass through her legs, as she shuddered in mindless bliss. She threw back her head and screamed, "Oh fuck me!" John lessened his sucking on her clit, but didn't stop entirely as he waited for her orgasm to pass. Her thighs finally released his head from their death grip, and he felt her body relax. He lifted his lips to hers and kissed her with a love that can only be shared by lovers. "And this is just the beginning of the night" John breathed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he reached his hands underneath her legs and lifted her off the counter. Rather than drop her on the floor, he drew her body into his, and thrust is no-longer-limp dick into her drenched pussy with a satisfied grunt from both parties. Gina gave her hips a little wiggle, as she settled onto his hard rod. "Ooohh finally...we get to the really good stuff." She cooed. She used her legs to push her hips away from his and pulled herself back again with the opposite motion. He turned toward the bathroom and began walking, briefly removing his hands from her ass to redistribute her weight. The action pulled her up his shaft and back down again, rewarding him with a small moan from her. He carried her in this fashion into the bedroom and dumped her, quite unceremoniously, onto their four-post bed. She landed with an "oommff" and glanced up quizzically at him. He flashed his I-have-a-secret grin and moved his hands down to her body. He gave her left nipple a tweak as his hands made their way down to her hips. Once there, he gave a gentle but firm twist, forcing her to flip onto her stomach or risk a painful experience. She did so with the grace and ease, as if she had practiced that very movement countless times. In truth, she hadn't, but she was coordinated enough to make anything look graceful, even falling down a flight of stairs. John smiled to himself at the memory of her taking a swan dive down the last few steps on the staircase to their very first apartment. He shook his head and returned to the present. His wife was face down in front of him, her ass smiling back at him. He used his dick to slap her ass cheeks, while he reached under the bed and pulled out a cloth bag that he had stashed there earlier in the day. He turned his attention to the bag as he dug for his padded ropes. With a small shout of success he pulled the ropes free from the bottom of the bag. Gina turned her head and stared at the cords in his hand. "Oh, so THAT'S what you have in mind!" She exclaimed. He just grinned back at her and grabbed both her wrists with his free hand. He looped the first rope around her wrists and secured it to the slats on the headboard. He picked up the second rope and used it to tie her left ankle to a corner post. He repeated the process on her other ankle. When the last rope had been securely fastened, he stepped back and admired his handy work. He had left enough slack in the ropes that had allowed him to position her body such that she was on her knees and forearms. But that was the extent of the slack in the system. She was trapped in doggy style until he chose to release her. She turned her head back towards him again and waited for him to make his move. She didn't have to wait long. John quickly positioned himself so that his right knee was on the bed beside her right leg, while he bent his left leg and placed his foot flat on the bed next to her torso. He cupped a breast with his left hand and slipped a finger from his right hand into her still-slick slit. He let his finger slide in and out of her pussy a few times before he managed to get a second finger inside. He began to finger fuck her slit in earnest now, as she began pushing her hips onto his fingers with each thrust. He let a few minutes pass before finally letting his fingers slide all the way out of her pussy. Gina knew what was coming next, but she turned her head in an attempt to watch. John, armed with the knowledge that she was sufficiently wet, moved his dick to the entrance of her pussy and, with a single stroke, thrust his bulging manhood all the way into her inner depths. Gina made a sound that was a mix between a low moan and a loud grunt as his balls slapped against her clit. He slowly slid his rock-hard shaft out until just the tip was still inside. He reached around her with his right hand until it found her other breast and began fondling both of them as he slid his shaft back inside her pussy again. He made his strokes long and slow, as he continued to play with her dangling breasts. Several minutes of this went by before Gina spoke up, "John, sweetie, this feels great and I love it, but you and I both know we could go on like this for a very long while...and I'd really appreciate cumming sooner than a very long while..." John smiled when he heard these words come out of her mouth. "As you wish, my love." He replied. At this point, John moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed her hips. He used her hips like handles to pull her body back towards his. At the same time, he thrust his dick forward into her slit. He quickly picked up the pace, and, within a few seconds, he was pounding his manhood into her perfect pussy. Gina began moaning louder and louder as his strokes came faster and faster. His balls beat against her clit with increasing frequency. John's taut arms and legs propelled their two bodies together faster and faster until they were just a blur of motion. He fucked her hard for a couple minutes, relishing in the feel of her slick inner reaches. All of a sudden, he slowed his pace down to a fraction of what it had been. Gina turned her head to investigate the change in pace, but he used a hand to gently push her head back down to the bed. With his other hand, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He popped the top open and tipped the bottle upside down directly over her asshole. He let a generous amount of oil flow from the bottle and land on her ass. Gina flinched from the unexpectedly cool liquid hitting her body. John closed the top and replaced the bottle in the bag. He removed his hand from her head and placed it back on her hips. He positioned his other on her ass, as he began to increase the pace of his strokes again. As he thrust his dick into her pulsing pussy, he slid his middle finger into her slippery asshole. The finger met slight resistance at the entrance, but Gina was relaxed enough for the finger to slip in anyways. His finger and dick moved in coordination as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. Gina started to moan loudly again, and her hips moved back towards his each time he thrust. Gina noticed the familiar sensation in the tips of her toes. "Oh fuck me harder John! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee!!" She practically screamed. Finally she couldn't hold out any longer. The vibrations from his dick, balls, and finger where all too much for her clit to handle. Her hips bucked wildly and her toes curled and contorted into odd positions as her orgasm ripped through her body like a bolt of lightning. John felt the muscles in her pussy tighten around his dick, but he didn't stop ramming his rod into her. She screamed in ecstasy and bliss as the waves of pleasure washed over her. As the last wave was fading, she felt the sensation in her toes again. Her breathing was ragged and she clenched the sheets with her bound hands as the second orgasm rushed from her legs. She gave a cry of pure delight as the second orgasm made all the muscles in her body clench uncontrollably. As the second orgasm passed, John slowed his strokes and pulled his finger out of ass. He let his dick slip out of her drenched slit and caught his breath. He noticed the look of rapture on the face of his wife. Her weakened muscles caused her body to droop, as her lungs fought for air. One Rule for the Rich In my line of work I get to mix with a lot of folks who earn serious money. They're way out of my league financially - and I'd rather not say too much here about what exactly brings me into contact with them because even in a city like Paris, the super wealthy community is small enough that I could probably be traced and identified through what I'm about to reveal. And believe me there are people involved in this who have a vested interest in keeping things exactly the way they are. Suffice to say that recently I found myself at a cocktail party at the Serbian Embassy talking to the great and good about various things to do with a charity my company is supporting. Basically, the idea was we would provide food drink and the setting for an auction, and various rich folks would be invited and would bid on items that would be sold to benefit the charity. The event was well attended, and I found myself trying to find something in common with people as I circulated so I could make small talk. I'm good at that, and that's probably why my boss had invited me. We don't particularly get on, and she particularly dislikes my wife, Clara, who happens to be Italian and who speaks her mind too often for my boss's comfort, but as a boss she's astute enough to recognise I have a certain skill in talking people into doing what I want them to do, and that's why both Clara and I were there champagne glasses in hand, me in my tuxedo, Clara looking gorgeous in a little black cocktail dress that looked like it came straight from Audrey Hepburn's wardrobe. So this is the situation that brought me into contact with David. David is Russian, a millionaire several times over, and I had met him once before at a Top 14 game at the Stade de France so it was reasonable to assume he was a rugby fan. I passed him a glass of Klug and to get the conversation started I casually asked him if he thought the Russian rugby team had a chance against their upcoming World Cup game against Uruguay. He beamed and we got into a detailed conversation about the growth of rugby in Russia and how he hoped he would one day return and own a club of his own. So far everything was going to plan. I knew I'd start hitting on him for a contribution at around his fourth sip of champagne and ease it in casually into the conversation. I'd done this a dozen times already that night and it worked more times than not. The bidding was already underway for some of the smaller items, and I figured I'd make David my last call before going to watch the action. David, however, was playing a little game of his own it seemed. Another Russian guy I'd never met came up to him and murmured something that made David laugh. He said something back and the guy left - looking, I thought, a bit pissed off. Then David turned to me and said "Do you know how much money you need to make a woman give you her panties?" I was taken completely aback. This was not the conversation I'd imagined we'd be having. But David wanted an answer. I stuttered and replied something along the lines of "You mean like prostitutes?" I figured maybe since David's first language wasn't English, he'd got confused about how to describe buying sex. But it turned out there was nothing wrong with David's English. He had genuinely had a bet with his friend about how much money you would need to offer a woman to get hr to take her panties off and give them to you. His friend had said 3,000 Euros. David had said 1,000. And he'd won. I found myself completely drawn in. "Tell me more about that", I said. "Ah my friend, you have no idea. It's a little game we play. After all, you have that expression in English 'one rule for the rich, another for the poor'. I am rich, so I play by different rules to you. Everything is for sale if you can pay the right price. And in my position I can pay anyone whatever it takes". You can probably imagine my reaction was a mixture of shock and excitement. Imagine having the kind of money where you could literally buy whatever you wanted - including the willing submission of any woman to your requests. He recognised the look on my face and asked me if I would like a demonstration. Of course I said yes, so he called one of the cocktail waitresses over. She brought a tray of canapes to us and as he took one he spoke low into her ear. At the same time he put something in the pocket of the little frilly apron she was wearing. I could see it was a 500 Euro note. She looked surprised, but not particularly shocked. She looked thoughtful rather. Then she disappeared for a few minutes and came back and put something in his pocket. He let her walk away and showed me what it was. A pair of panties. Nothing special. Black, from Monoprix, slightly stained at the front and still moist. He put them back in his pocket. "She's unmarried. They're always much cheaper. But she was turned on. You can feel the wet from her juices" he said. He didn't say this with any surprise or excitement. it was totally matter of fact to him. He knew exactly how much money he would have to offer a complete stranger to get her to take her panties off and give them to him. The girl was pretty and I could feel my cock stiffen at the thought of looking at her for the rest of the evening and knowing that she was pantie-less and wet under that French maid dress. But For David this was just the base level. "How much do you think a married woman would require?" he asked me. "A thousand?" I said, remembering how he had won his bet. But he was shaking his head. "Eight hundred is usually enough", he said. With married women all they really need is time to think it through. The money is secondary. Most of them like the thrill. In fact, once you've got them stripped you can usually go a lot further". I looked around. My boss was close by talking to the wife of our newest board member. She was Emilie. About 45, pretty and wearing a similar dress to Clara, who had disappeared somewhere. I looked at David and he followed my gaze. He looked approvingly at Emilie and walked over to them. My boss introduced them and then left them to talk alone. I watched from about fifteen feet away while David softened her up with some Russian charm. I could tell the moment he asked her. Her eyes went wide and she looked genuinely shocked. He's going to get a serious face slapping, I thought. But no. She didn't do that. She walked away looking insulted but she never raised a fuss. He walked back to me and took a bottle of 1664 from the nearby ice bucket. "Can't win them all", I said. He shrugged. "Wait" he said. It took about twenty minutes. Emilie walked back and stood about fifteen feet away - close to where the conversation had taken place. She stood there and waited. David patiently finished his beer and walked over to her. She smiled, albeit a bit stiffly, and spoke to him very quickly. He didn't appear to say a word - although he had his back turned to me so i couldn't really be sure. Anyway, they disappeared together and I took a bottle of beer myself since I was now officially done with my duties for the evening. I'd just finished it when Emilie and David returned to view. She looked red in the face and her make-up had run slightly. They didn't stay together. She quickly composed herself and got talking to a group of acquaintances. He came over to me and put something in my hand. It was a pair of silk Versace panties. The front was soaking wet and, involuntarily, I raised it to my face and smelled it. I was struck by the smell of pretty Emilie's cum. David winked at me. "Not a penny", he said. "But you have to understand, I had to be rich to get that one for free". I must have looked puzzled because he went on to explain that they had done more than just disappear while Emilie took off her panties. He had also finger fucked her in the executive bathroom until she came. She had, said David, also offered to give him the same treatment but he had refused. I wondered if David was bored with the opportunities for sex his wealth and his position opened up for him and was now actually more fascinated with the bizarre social psychology aspect of what he was doing. I decided to ask him about that. I don't normally ask other guys about sex. I'm kind of traditional that way, but how often do you meet someone who does what David does? Turns out he gets plenty of sex, but it's almost exclusively with married women. It's the idea of taking another man's wife that gets his juices flowing. I thought to myself how often I'd fantasised about other men's wives - and also how often other men might have fantasised about fucking my own wife, and I had to agree given David's wealth I would probably be doing the same as him. At that moment I was called over to the auction by my boss. I looked for Clara but couldn't see her. I also lost sight of David for the rest of the evening but I knew I wasn't going to forget that conversation in a hurry - and I knew I'd be sharing it with Clara since infidelity was part of a fantasy story we'd often told ourselves during sex. The auction went really well and only one item was left by the end of the evening - which for legal reasons had to end at midnight. The lot that was left unsold was actually the only one I was interested in myself - a set of Tiger Woods golf clubs with a signature putter that had failed to reach its threshold price of 1000 Euros. It would now be sold the following morning when auction laws allowed the disposal of unsold lots. I was looking at the clubs in their beautiful leather bag when I heard a voice in my ear. "Want them?" I turned and said Clara. She looked lovelier than ever. Evidently flushed with the success of the evening - or else from the three glasses of champagne I knew she'd had. "I love them, but we can't afford to blow a grand on golf clubs, honey" I replied, touched that she'd even thought of it. "Think again", she said. She held out her hand. In it were six 500-Euro notes! We got in around 1 AM and went straight to the bedroom. I slid the black cocktail dress off her and kissed her. She responded and murmured "I want you". My hands slid down her belly to her cunt. Her panties were gone. And what I realised was David's cum was starting to leak slowly down her thigh. One Rule "Are you ready for more?" He asked. "Oh god!" She replied, breathless. But she nodded her head anyways. John grabbed the bottle of baby oil from the bag again and began pouring copious amounts of oil over her ass cheeks and hole. He used his free hand to massage her ass, while he poured the oil. He collected all the excess oil and pushed it towards her rosebud hole. He tipped the bottle right-side up but didn't return it to the bag. Instead, he used it to pour oil on his free hand, then closed the top and set it down on the bed. With his fingers lubed, he placed the index finger at the entrance of her hole. The finger slipped in easily thanks to the attention that he had paid her ass earlier. He moved his finger around in her ass, then slowly slipped his middle finger in as well. Her anal canal was beginning to grow crowded, but he readied his third finger anyways. With the help of all the oil and Gina intentionally relaxing her sphincter, John managed to fit all three fingers inside her ass. He used his to fuck her ass, while his other hand found her pussy. Satisfied that her asshole was sufficiently stretched, he pulled his fingers out of her ass and pussy. John changed positions, placing both his feet flat on the bed, straddling her hips. He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his cupped hand. He rubbed the oil over his dick, making it extremely slick. He replaced the bottle and arranged himself so that his dick was pointing straight down over her open asshole. He ever-so-slowly slipped the head of his manhood into her ass. He pushed gently and moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to dick in her ass. When her ass had swallowed half his dick, he returned a hand to the bag and pulled out the little silver bullet vibrator that he had stashed there. With his free hand, he pushed Gina's head into the bed, ensuring that she couldn't see what he was doing. He turned the vibrator on high and moved it towards her pussy. With a flash of movement, he placed the vibrator directly on her clit. The sudden vibrations and sensations emanating from her clit caused Gina to buck her hips away from the vibrator. As her hips shot upwards, John slammed his dick the rest of the way into her ass. Gina grunted but didn't cry out in pain. He let his manhood rest, buried to his balls in her anal canal. While giving Gina a chance to adjust to his dick in her ass, he switched the vibrator to low and began moving it around her slit and inner thighs, occasionally hitting her clit. Finally, after a couple minutes pass, John started pulling his dick back out of her ass. When the tip was the only part of his manhood still inside, he reversed his motion and slowly thrust back down. He repeated this process for several strokes before picking up the pace. His thrusts became less gentle, as he moved faster and faster. He switched the vibrator back to high and once again placed it directly over her clit. This time, Gina didn't buck wildly. She just moaned loudly as the vibrations sent a swell of pleasure through her body. John fucked her ass as hard as he could, his balls swinging wildly from his shaft. The tightness of her ass was simply too much for him to take. The familiar tingle in his shaft informed John that he was about to climax. "I'm cumming!" He growled. "Cum in my ass! Make me pay for not making dinner. Cum for me darling!" Gina replied, as she felt her own orgasm building rapidly. John felt the wave of pleasure rush through his shaft. He growled again as the second wave of pleasure started at the base of the shaft. When this second wave hit the tip of his dick, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His dick became even more swollen, and he slammed it one final time into the depths of her warm, tight ass. His cum burst forth from the head and began spraying the insides of her anal canal. The vibrator had brought Gina close to climax, but the feeling of his warm, sticky cum forcing its way into her ass sent her over the edge. Her toes curled again as the flood of ecstasy rips through her body for the fourth time that night. She screamed in pleasure as the vibrator sent her into another orgasm almost immediately after the last one finished. John, drained of strength and cum, slips his shrinking manhood out of ass with an audible pop. He quickly untied her, and watched as her quivering body collapsed to the bed. John fell onto the bed beside her and turned her head towards hers. He gave her a long, slow kiss, as he pulled her into his arms. "Mmmm...that was amazing." She cooed, as his cum slowly dripped out of her ass.