Coffee with Rachel: Part 4 “Oh… My… God” Rachel exclaimed..

Coffee with Rachel: Part 4 “Oh… My… God” Rachel exclaimed. “Having Jake’s face in my ass in front of the Lord was mortifying… but only for about a second or two,” she continued. The Lord grabbed her by her face, looked her directly into her eyes and explained to her the precariousness of the situation in which she now found herself. She was going to fellate a man that was no where near the dimensions of her husband, and she had better be able to do it well, the Lord admonished. “I somehow managed to adjust my jaw to accommodate it – almost like a python in a way,” she said describing the Herculean effort required to accommodate the lord in her mouth. “Girl, I was absolutely fucking petrified that even the tiniest fraction of what I was doing for this god might somehow be unpleasant,” she confessed. “The Lord’s compliments were incessant as I serviced him to the absolute best of my abilities,” she remarked. “But they were all directed toward Jake.” Rachel described him uttering things like “your wife’s mouth is fucking amazing,” and “I’ve never had a bitch quite as eager to please as this one, you should be proud of her.” Ironically, every single humiliating utterance served only to make my pussy somehow even wetter for him.” “Jake, you are free to take a seat across the room,” the Lord said commandingly. “Be prepared to see a side of your wife that you probably never have to this point.” When Jake pulled his face from my ass, a part of me was almost embarrassed from the thick glossy sheen that coated it in its entirety from the face down Rachel explained how the Lord turned tender for a moment, telling her that for this initial encounter, he was going to allow her to control the penetration by taking a position on top him. But that this courtesy would come at a price. Because, in exchange, she would have to explain to her husband in excruciating detail the sensations she was experiencing at ever inch of penetration – tweIve expositions in all, once finally said and done. Rachel said that it was at the very point where she was positioning herself astride of her host that the reason for her presence in the Lord’s bed truly crystalized in her mind. She was literally there to provide him with a son. It was true. Like the hundreds of women before her, there was something relatively unique about her genetic composition that indicated a fitness to mate with the Lord. And since the great pandemic that preceded the arrival of the Lords, the men of Earth were now only capable of siring daughters. The Lord’s, on the other hand, sired only strong males. Males capable of providing both sons and daughters to their mates. Rachel had literally been chosen to propagate. Rachel described how she attempted to spare Jake to the best of her abilities as her soaked and swollen vagina began to ease its way down the first three to four inches of the Lord’s thick and supremely textured shaft. Her words poured across me like a warm shower. My cheeks flushed as I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like to have been her in that moment. With Scott’s penis locked in chastity as one of the most virile alphas on the planet enjoyed the sensations that I was providing. I literally fought the urge to touch myself under the kitchen table as Rachel recounted that first morning as the Lord’s compani0n. “At inch 5 or so,” Rachel finally admitted, “I began to lose control of my senses – there’s literally no other way to describe it – and I began saying things that came from a place deep inside of me that I hadn’t known even existed – probably because no one had ever been capable of tapping it,” she finished. At this point, Rachel’s face abruptly adopted a sternness that belied the gravity of the next sentence to escape her lips, and she leaned intently toward me from the across the table to deliver. “By inch five, part of me thinks that I would have killed Jake on the Lord’s command… and without a second of hesitation… if that’s what I had needed to do in order to keep the Lord magnificent penis erect… I thank God to this day that I was never f0rced into a dilemma quite that extreme.” Her voice trailed off as she finished; her mind clearly in some far-off place re-experiencing some titillating humiliation under the Lord’s command that I simply had no capability of even imagining. But what worried me at this point was that I was beginning to want to. “At that point, girl, I belonged to that man… at least sexually speaking. It had taken me a good 4 to 5 minutes to get to the midpoint of the Lord’s stupendousness.” We both laughed at the description. “I had been slowly venturing down his shaft, allowing him to stretch and fill every single part of my soaked cunt.” Rachel’s face was visibly flushed as she continued her bawdy description of the events of that morning, and her language was now on the urgency of her glorious mission. “Holy shit was I ever ready to fuck at about that moment. And that was exactly when the trajectory of my cunt reversed itself, and I slowly began to lift my soft round hips off the Lord – traveling two to three inches north before rapidly descending to inch 7 or so,” Rachel gleefully expounded. But she didn’t stop there. “I couldn’t help but notice the Lord’s eyes roll toward the back of his head as my feminine grip began its coaxing in earnest.” The nasty eloquence of her words was int0xicating, and couldn’t help but slip my hand beneath the hem of my skirt. “Bitch, I think I was literally proud of myself at that second, and the Lord’s presence at that depth somehow became an instant fucking truth serum,” she sheepishly confided. “I told Jake that he had never once made me feel a fraction as full and conquered as I felt in that moment, and I conspicuously leaned forward to rest my palms on the Lord’s exquisite abdomen. Bitch, I literally wanted Jake to see the gloss from me coating the Lord’s cock. “How fucking awful of a wife am I?” she paused briefly to ask, I think out of genuine concern of any change for the negative in my opinion of her. “Girl, you are no different than any other bitch who’s been lucky enough to win that fucking lotter,” I laughingly reassured her. “But I fucking need to know what happened next, so don’t you fucking dare think about holding out on me now.” “Not a chance of me holding out on you in the slightest at this point, bitch,” she instantly retorted with a giggle. “I have no idea exactly what came over me at that second, but I could only imagine how I must have looked to Jake as I started plunging my cunt up and down the Lord – every descent slightly lower than the one prior - until I finally found myself impaled to the hilt on a man that was definitely not my husband. Now, it was my eyes that were rolling toward the back of my head. I’m pretty certain that I was on pure instinct by that point, and my plunging took on a heightened urgency as I fiendishly sought to milk my new lover’s erection with all my feminine might.” “And then,” believe it or not, “I fucking bIacked out in climax as the Lord’s orgasm began pumping me with a load that could’ve literally filled the hot tub on our deck. And bitch, I no-shit basked in every single pulse.” Scott was caressing my hair as I came-to lying across the expanse of the Lord’s chest. “We have to go, baby,” he said gently trying to revive my senses enough to help ease off the Lord and onto the floor for what would be an absolute surreal walk back to our room. But interestly, it turned out that I was not like every other bitch before me,” she finished teasingly as she got up to refill her mug of coffee. “In fact, I was soon to find out how very far from that case I was.