Chapter 37 — The First Virgin Taken. (5)

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 — The First Virgin Taken. (5)

Warning — Contains Golden Shower And Netori (Mc Stealing The Girl).

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As the sex marathon finally neared its grueling conclusion, the bedroom window revealed that the sun had completely set.

The dark night sky now stretched outside, sparkling with a scattering of distant stars.

"Please, Master, stop—just a second, I can’t take another stroke right now... wait, please!"

Aria suddenly whimpered and begged him to stop for just a few seconds.

"Keep going, Master, don’t listen to her! Fuck her deeper, make her cry!"

Arthur, assuming it was just more of her submissive roleplay—her usual way of pretending to need a break while secretly craving to be taken even harder—ignored the plea and kept driving into her.

"No, seriously, wait! I’m going to pee, I can’t hold it—please let me up!"

However, he was forced to freeze the very next second when Aria gasped out that she genuinely needed to pee.

Even in the depths of their depravity, Arthur drew the line there; he had zero interest in receiving an accidental golden shower while in the middle of sex.

He was entirely willing to dish out that kind of humiliation, but definitely not experience it himself.

With a reluctant groan, he pulled his thick shaft completely out of her slick core.

Leaving Aria to scramble toward the bathroom.

"Come here please, Master. My pussy is still wide open and soaking wet for you. Forget her and fill me up again."

Arthur immediately turned his attention to Sadie.

She was already kneeling eagerly at the edge of the bed, spreading her thighs wide open and presenting her dripping, swollen folds to enthusiastically welcome him into her waiting pussy.

Just as Arthur was about to turn to Sadie.

His eyes drifted over to the pathetic husband still slumped in the corner, frozen right where he had been ordered to stay since the beginning of the marathon.

A wicked, deeply depraved thought popped into Arthur’s head.

Right as Aria began to crawl off the mattress to head toward the bathroom, Arthur sharply told her to stop.

She froze and turned back toward him with an excited, confused expression.

Her lewd, corrupted mind was already racing, eager to guess what kind of perverted punishment he had dreamed up next.

"Master, did you want something else before I go?"

She asked, her voice heavy with breathless anticipation.

Arthur stared at her for a second, silently stunned by how twisted her thoughts immediately became.

Shaking his head with a wide, cruel grin, he pointed a finger straight across the room at the weeping husband.

"You want to pee so bad?" Arthur commanded darkly.

"Go stand right over him and pee right into his face."

"On... right on him?"

Aria froze completely, her brain stalling for a second as the sheer humiliation of the order sank in.

A brief flash of disappointment crossed her face—she had been hoping for another round of rough sex instead—but obedience was second nature to her now.

A shiver of submissive compliance ran through her as she whispered.

"As you command, Master."

Aria stepped away from the edge of the bed and walked over to the corner, wearing a look of absolute disgust, as if she were staring at a pile of garbage on the floor.

"Look at you, pathetic piece of garbage. You’re just sitting there watching another man fuck your family, aren’t you?"

Sadie watched the unfolding spectacle from the mattress, her eyes wide with eager curiosity.

The husband froze, his eyes widening in panic as his wife approached him.

"Please... Aria... I’m so sorry..."

He began to tremble violently the moment he met her gaze for the first time in days.

His breathing turned fast and heavy as she towered over him.

Her skin was slick with a fresh coat of sweat and love juices, while thick ropes of Arthur’s white cum stained her inner thighs and continued to drip straight out of her gasping, swollen pussy.

Aria stood still right in front of him for a brief moment, then looked back over her shoulder toward Arthur for final confirmation.

"Do it. Show him what he’s worth."

With a casual smirk on his face, Arthur gave her a sharp nod.

"As you wish, Master."

Aria stood right over him, using her fingers to pull her swollen, dripping pussy lips wide apart.

She aimed directly at his face and let go, a warm stream of urine spraying straight from her trembling urethra.

The golden liquid splashed over the man’s face and hair, leaving his skin flushed and slick from the humiliating shower.

She didn’t look like she derived any sexual pleasure from the act itself. Instead, her face twisted with a deep, bottomless contempt.

The opinion she already held of her husband—which was already practically nonexistent—plummeted even further into absolute disgust.

"Look at him. He’s actually enjoying it. Pathetic."

Her eyes glaring down at him like he was nothing more than a stray dog meant for her waste.

Once the stream finally tapered off.

Aria grabbed a discarded cloth from the bedside table, efficiently wiping down her wet, swollen pussy lips and inner thighs.

She turned her back on the corner entirely, not sparing her whimpering husband a single extra glance.

"Good girl. You always know how to keep things entertaining."

Seeing the approving smile on Arthur’s face and his words, she knew she had executed his command to absolute perfection.

"Thank you, Master. I live only to serve you."

Crawling back onto the mattress, she immediately rejoined Sadie to finish what they had started, eager to continue devoting herself to her master’s pleasure.

Left alone in the corner, the man remained kneeling on the cold floor with a completely dazed, hollow expression frozen on his face.

His wife...

His once-loving wife...

The same woman who used to greet him with a gentle, affectionate smile every single day when he walked through the front door after a long shift at work.

Now, she was sharing her bed with another man, completely consumed by another master, and had casually urinated directly onto her own husband’s face simply because she was told to.

Slowly, his entire body began to tremble again—not from fear or sorrow this time, but from a twisted, overwhelming wave of corrupted arousal.

A wide, unhinged smile spread across his face.

The bizarre, degrading pleasure pulsing through his veins transcended anything words could possibly capture.

Even as his small, over-stimulated penis throbbed and ached from the unexpected orgasm triggered entirely by his wife’s humiliation.

At that moment, completely broken and subservient to the dynamic in the room, he felt he wouldn’t even mind dying right there from the sheer intensity of the degradation.

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