Angela, my beloved whore; you have no idea how much I've been fantasizing about turning you into a family toilet bowl. Today, my dream finally came true. You had no idea what was in store for you when you arrived at our humble abode.
I set the stage by positioning myself on the edge of the bathtub, strategically exposing my most intimate regions. My husband sat below me, his legs spread wide open, invitingly displaying his vulnerability. The look of pure terror in your eyes as you caught sight of him was priceless.
With a smirk, I slowly lower my silken robe, allowing it to pool at my feet. You gasped softly as you took in the sight of me, my body glistening with anticipation. Your eyes travel down between my legs, taking in the whole scene before you – my perfectly shaped ass, my puckered asshole, and your ultimate destination – my husband's thick shaft, glistening with a sheen of nectar.
"It's time for you to serve us both, Angela," I purred. My husband let out a deep moan, signaling that he was ready. You looked between us, unsure of what to do. I took that as my cue, leaning forward slightly, giving you access to his exposed cock.
Nervously, you reached out, your trembling fingers brushing against the velvety skin of his shaft. Your touch sent shivers down his spine, and he let out a low groan. Slowly, you began to stroke his cock, your small hands barely able to encircle it fully. With each passing moment, your confidence grew, and you began to stroke him faster and harder.
Meanwhile, I slowly lowered myself onto my husband's lap, feeling the warmth of his body enveloping me. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he prepared for what was about to come. With one final thrust, he pushed my panties to the side, exposing my wet pussy to your hungry eyes.
Without another word, I leaned back, positioning myself perfectly over his cock. You watched in awe as he began to slowly penetrate me, inch by delicious inch. I moaned loudly, feeling him stretching me out. When he finally buried himself to the hilt inside me, we both let out a sigh of relief.
Then, it was your turn. I leaned forward, presenting my asshole to you. You hesitated for just a moment before taking the plunge, slowly pressing your tongue against my entrance. At first, it was uncomfortable, but as you began to probe deeper,I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Your tongue danced around my prostate, sending shivers of delight coursing through my body.
Meanwhile, my husband began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking me hard and fast. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his cock, and he let out a primal cry of bliss. I could feel his hot cum building up inside him, ready to erupt.
Suddenly, he let out a long, low groan, and his cock began to throb. Wave after wave of hot cum filled your mouth, running down your throat. You let out a muffled gulp as you swallowed every drop he had to offer.
Finally, he pulled out, leaving you kneeling between our sweaty bodies. We both watched as you looked up at us, eyes wide with wonder and awe. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against your ear.
"Do you like being our toilet, Angela?" I whispered. You nodded hesitantly, your cheeks flushed with shame and arousal. My husband let out a deep, satisfied groan, his cock still throbbing gently between us.
"Then, Angela," I purred, "you are ours to do as we please."
