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Part 3…

It was a long and restless night for Whit. He tossed and turned as Sarah was getting the life fucked out of her by Marc. Whit lay there in his new chastity cage smelling Sarah’s old, smelly work shoe. How? That was the only question he kept asking himself. Finally, at 4 in the morning, he was able to drift off to sleep.

When his alarm went off at 9, he knew he was in for a long day. As he made his regular breakfast, two eggs, bacon, and toast, Sarah stumbled from the bedroom in Marc’s shirt. She looked amazing! Hair tousled, hickeys, bruises on her ass. She walked straight to the kitchen and grabbed Whit’s plate, and started eating. Whit noticed she had the Louboutin heels on that he had bought for her the day before. Across the strap on her toes, Whit noticed a stain. Sarah noticed him looking and started laughing. “I told you Marc was going to cum on them!”

Whit instantly started getting hard, but was quickly stopped by his new cage. He absentmindedly adjusted it. This was going to be tough. Maybe she wouldn’t make him wear it for long. Just then, they heard Marc start to stir in the bedroom. “Better start making him some breakfast, bitch boy. He like western omelettes and a cappuccino.” Sarah said flatly.

“But Goddess, I do not have the ingredients to make the omelette. And I do not have a coffee machine!” Whit mumbled. Sarah just shook her head disappointedly.

“Well, you better rectify that before the next time. Just make him the same thing I ate, and I will talk to him. Maybe if I suck his dick while he eats, he will forgive you.” Sarah said.

Whit quickly started making Marc his breakfast. He was sure after the marathon fuck session Marc had had the night before he would be starving, so Whit made a bigger version of the breakfast.

After it was ready and he handed it to Sarah, she said, “A bigger version for a bigger man! Very fitting. Good boy! You may leave and go to work now.

“Yes, Goddess, thank you,” Whit said as he hurried out of his apartment while Sarah and Marc stayed. He was running ahead of schedule, so he decided to stop and shop. Normally, these outings were for fresh seasonal ingredients he could use at his restaurant. But today was different. Whit stopped at the shoe store again and bought the same Louboutin heels as he did yesterday, but he also bought some Jimmy Choo heels. His next stop was at an upscale boutique that sold lingerie. He bought three sets, all including panties, a bustier, stockings, and garters for Sarah. He had one more stop to make, Williams and Sonoma. The salesperson was very helpful in picking out a coffee machine. It had all the bells and whistles, the nicest one on the market. He hoped Marc would like it. Suddenly it hit him, he was going out of his way to make sure the man fucking the woman he had lusted after for months was happy? What was going on? Why didn’t he just put an end to it?

After finally getting to work, he felt some relief. He dove right into prep work and dealing with the day’s meetings. Whit just stayed focused on work and didn’t even notice when Sarah came in. It wasn’t until the restaurant had closed and everyone had left that Sarah came to his office. She noticed the packages in the corner and instantly dove into them. She didn’t even ask what they were, who they were for; she assumed (correctly) that they were for her.

She first opened the lingerie and started saying how much Marc was going to love it. Then she opened the shoes, and loved the Jimmy Choo heels, but then when she opened the Louboutins, Whit could see she was disappointed. “The same shoes? You bought me the same damn shoes as yesterday?”

“Yes, Goddess. I noticed the cum stain on the ones this morning. So I thought I’d replace them. Did I do something wrong?” was his response.

“I already have these heels, and after you clean them, they will be as good as new. I guess I can return them. Or better yet, Kristie has been wanting a pair, I’ll just give them to her!” Kristie was the assistant manager, and she worked closely with Sarah. They were inseparable and had no secrets. Whit got a knot in his stomach, had Sarah told? Did Kristie know?

“Goddess, they are your shoes, and you can do whatever you want with them. But I must ask, have you told Kristie about what is going on?” Whit asked nervously.

“Of course not, not yet! We just started this, I’m not going to ruin it for me,” was Sarah’s response. “Marc has cooked for me and one of his friends, so I’ve got run! Thanks for the new shit. I know Marc and Stefon will love seeing me in this new lingerie tonight.”

As quickly as she had said it, she was out the door with everything but the coffee machine. Whit finished up his work and started home. It was nearly 1 a.m. when he got home. Maybe he’d be able to get some sleep tonight since Sarah was going to Marc’s. He hadn’t been able to stop fantasizing about Sarah in the lingerie out of his head. Marc was so lucky that he was actually going to get to see her in it in person. And just then, he remembered her saying Stefon was going to love it. Who was he? Did he have a BBC also? Is it as big as Marc’s? Could she handle that much cock? He couldn’t think about it anymore, his little shrimp dick was straining against his cock cage.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Whit received a text from a number he didn’t recognize. He opened it and there was a set of lingerie in shreds on the floor, “thanks for the lingerie bitch, Sarah looked so good in it, me and Stefon couldn’t keep our hands off of her or our dicks out of her.” He saved the number as Mr. Marc. Another picture came in, and Whit came instantly. It was Sarah, on her knees with Marc balls deep in her pussy, and Stefon implanted deeply down her throat.

Whit created a secret folder on his phone and quickly added the pictures. “You’re welcome, Mr. Marc. I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he responded. Now, he would have to buy her more lingerie. He had just spent a thousand dollars this morning. Luckily, he had a nice little nest egg and trust fund, but could he keep spending this much daily?

His phone buzzed again, and this time it was from Sarah. The message was short and direct, “on the couch bitch!” Whit instantly got out of his bed and headed for the couch. Just then, a knock on his door. As Whit opened the door, there was Sarah. She looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her clothes were barely able to conceal her, her hair was a mess, there was dried cum on her face and in her hair. Whit instantly let her in and asked if she needed anything. She said she was going to take a bath. He insisted she sit down and let him draw her a bath, which he did. If only he had a bath bomb or some salts. After the bath was ready, he told Sarah, and she undressed right in the living room. This was actually the first time he had ever seen her completely nude. She had the body of an actual Goddess. Short, at 5’2″ inches and weighing in at 115 lbs, she was something you’d see in Playboy. Her breasts were big for her frame, 34DD, with perfect little upturned nipples. Her ass was fat and well toned. She had a full bush, which surprised Whit, but he loved it, even with cum freely flowing out of her used pussy. Her little size 6.5 feet were the most beautiful feet he had ever seen. They were perfectly pedicured with red nails.

Whit couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and just stared. Sarah noticed and laughed. “Like what you see?”

“Yes, Goddess! You are absolutely gorgeous! Honestly, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He meant every word of what he said. “Go take your bath, Goddess. Let me fix you something to eat.”

To Be Continued…?

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