The Amorous Tale of Rasmus’s Shadewalker: Francine Smith ( 7 )

Summary: In which, Rasmus notice that Stan and the kids (along with Roger and Klaus) is gone from the house for 4th of July and that Francine's all alone in the house. He can't help but seize the moment with the gorgeous MILF. So he approaches Francine to 'celebrate' the day with her.

Tags: Seduction, Mild-Brainwashing, Dom/Sub, NTR, Cheating, Rough Sex, MILF, Big Ass/Breast, Muscle/Huge Cock Worship, Anal Sex, Excessive Cum, Dirty Talk, Consensual Sexual Abuse, Nakadashi, Fucked Silly, Spanking, Mind Break, Slutty

Credit: SandKing321

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Rasmus Abraham Shadewalker-Reyrie approached humble home, a smile on his face. This house that hold the greatest, ultimate and marvelous prize.

The prize that he's going to take and conquered by the primitive right of nature.

And for equal measure he's going to conquer the prize right inside this home, marking his entire scent and presence all over the house.

He walked toward the front door and gave it a loud knock. As he waited for his prize to come, he cast a powerful time dilation field spell around the entire home for his conquering sexual trysts.

With the field around the house he put his hands into his pockets and wait with a casual aura. The second he put his hands into his pockets, the sound of the door opened and for his prize beautiful face to greet him.

Francine Lee Smith (née Ling; formerly Dawson).

The housewife looked at him in surprise, wearing a simple but tantalizing ensemble; a string bikini top with USA Flag themes which hold her buxom and firm 36DD breasts, daisy dukes that showcase her long, firm and curvaceous legs and emphasized her wide prominent hips that along with her thick thighs and glorious bubble butt.

The blonde was an absolute bombshell of a woman. A perfect ten out of ten in his eyes. He heard all words from the like of young pubescent teenager and the older man, that the (in)famous housewife of the Stan Smith is a total babe and a near-textbook definition M.I.L.F.

And he found himself wanting her the moment she introduced herself to him.

He often seen her around the neighbourhood, the grocery store, the mall, and the school (he works there as History Teacher), teasing him eyes with her curvaceous hourglass figure, buxom 36DD breasts, and fat ass that was begging to be spanked.

She had caught his attention and he made a promise to himself that he's going to conquer her mind and body and turn her into adulterous cock-loving whore who can live without him.

Francine regard the tall broad-framed man in front of her with a quizzical expression before a small smile formed on her lips.

"Oh! Hello Mr. Black. How can I help you?" Said Francine as she stood in front of the door with her hands on her hips.

'You can start by being my bitch right now,' He sardonically thought to himself before he outwardly spoke. "You don't have to be so formal with me. You've got the right to call me by my name. We're friends after all. And plus Mr. Black's my father's name and I'm not my father" He joked at the end with a disarming grin that was both childish yet charming at the same time.

She rolled her eyes and giggled meerily at his cheesy joke.

"Alway been the jubilant jokester are you Albwin." Said Francine with a small but fond smile on her lips.

"Being the jokester's part of my charm and appeal after all." He said with all the bold, jubilant charm that he had in his booming nature. "After than my rugged, handsome good looks and brawny, muscular frame" He jokingly flexed his large, bulging and muscular arms. He uses a little illusion charm to make his flexing more tantalizing in her eyes...along with using little of his strong mesmerizing pheromones to enhanced his charm

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him flexed right in front of her very eyes. He just looked so…so awe-inspiring and magnificent. His powerful mountainous arms, was corded with dense and rippling muscles. His wide broad chest strained against his tight brown polo shirt with a couple of button undone, showing hints of his rugged chest hair.

She found herself wondering what it would feel like to run her hand over his powerful arms and hairy chest, to feel him embracing her…

'What on earth am I thinking! I am a faithful married woman' She chided herself. She couldn't believe how she is acting right now. She wasn't going to be acting like her wild young teenage self who'd gladly swooning over some big, burly hunk like a idiotic bimbo that she often seen around the city.

She was better than those women. There's absolutely no way she–

"...So, Francine...I can't help but notice that I don't notice your husband or your children are not around the house on this day. May I ask where they're?" He asked, already knew the answer as he has been spying on the house with his scrying orb.

All thought of his muscles and her faithfulness were momentarily dispeal (for now) as she had an annoyed expression that didn't marred her attractive good looks.

"The kids are spending the day with their friends in the fair. And Stan's spending the day with his boss instead of me." Francine said with a little dark growl in her voice.

Rasmus raised a brow at the growl but didn't say anything about the growl.

He spoke, his voice colored with faux-curiosity

"I can tell this fairly major. Do you want to take this inside so we can talk about it? Think of me taking his place and you having a nice Independence day." Suggested the Dovahkiin with a friendly smile that hide the dark, wolfish and encompassing lust in them.

Francine blinked as she regarded him for a couple of seconds. Debating on either to let him in so she can vent her frustration or not...before she nodded.

"Yeah. I really think I need the company right now." She said with a smile, motioning him to enter the house. Which he happily took her offer as she closed the door behind him.

'Stan...you're truly a dumbass of epic proportions...and you've my thanks for making this easy for me'

He was lucky that he was facing away from her as he had a cruel, ravenous and lustful grin on his face along with his eyes glowed with demonic malevolent hunger that doesn't belong to man but demonic god who lust so no no boundaries or restrictions or the morality.

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He spend a couple of minutes talking with her. Learning all of her woes and problem with Stan. How often his bullheaded and insensitive nature often annoyed her to no end, how often he put his work or other stuff before their marriage, especially her at times and how it fills her with great rage at time with him.

He acts in a friendly and support manner, making sure that she had a good day as he chatted with her about anything that comes to mind, and even take the time to use his excellent barbecue skills to make her a wonderful 4th of July meal. He has done all of that to lower guard around him so he can seduce the gorgeous blonde woman.

In addition he uses all of his seduction skills along with him he using a mixture of subtle but powerful illusion charm and his potent mesmerizing pheromones to make her extremely submissive and more open to his seductive tactics and manipulations

He was luring her into his inescapable trap that had snarled numerous women of all roads. By the time she noticed, it was already too late to do anything but submit to him as his horny slave to him.

After they are done eating a wonderful barbecue meal "Thank you Albwin for this. For spending your time with me and hearing all of my complaints, and you can take the time to cook this meal for me. I can't express my gratitude for this"

"It's no problem Francine." He said, before grinning. "We're friends after all and friends do stuff like this." As he placed a sole hand on her hand, his massive, rough bear-like hands entirely covered her smaller hands.

She looks at his hand for a moment, and looked at his bold confident eyes and his wide roguish grin before she felt her cheeks burn red.

"I...I-I should start cleaning the dishes. Yeah I'd definitely started to clean these very dirty dishes right now." She said with a stutter as she slid her hand out of his massive hand and collect the dinner plates and utensils.

She made her way to the sink with the plates. However she made one fatal mistake when she's around him.

She turned her back to Rasmus, and he made her pay for the mistake. He silently got up from his chair with little-to-no noise and sneak behind her with ninja-esque movement and reached his hand down, grabbing her fat-ass and giving it a quick but rough domineering squeeze.

Francine gasped, and quickly turned around with scarlet cheeks. "Albwin's!" She glared at him, trying to come off as intimidating as her cheeks burned with embarrassment. "What are you doing?! I'm married!" She held up the hand that carried her ring for emphasis, glaring at him as he smiled.

If anything that only excite him more, and Francine quierived as he walked forward toward her pushing her back until her back was against the sink. There was barely any space between them, with his strong massive frame blocking her and towering over her with voracious grin. Her face was facing his large impressive chest and his strong chiseled abs and her eyes looked downward and gasped as she looked at the thick, long bulge in his baggy cargo shorts.

She looked at him with shocked eyes as he smiled in a way that both frightened and aroused her simultaneously. "Be honest with me, Francine. Do you really want me to stop?

The blonde-haired woman once again look at his erection, how it look so long and thick that look like it belongs to bull instead of a man. She can even feel the hot burning heat that his cock were emanating out and the heat seem to enter her pussy without even touching it.

She felt her own panties slightly moisten up from the heat alone and how it throbs with aching, craving hunger for his thick, bullish cock.

A small whimper came out of her mouth as she couldn't look away from it...or how couldn't even bring herself to push the tall herculean man.

She took one moment to look away from the bulge and onto his eyes. And he stared at her with his deep, mesmerizing and blazing eyes that was full of brash, cocksure confidence.

She swallowed.

"S-stop o-or I-I'll scream" Threaten Francine. Yet her stutter and blush weaken her threat.

He smiled amusingly.

"You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to leave?" He leaned forward, placing his hands on the counter behind, on the side of her body. She was trapped. "Because, it sound like you want it. Sound like you want me and my cock, to make you scream in pleasure and cum your brain out like the dirty little whore…"

Oh my god...She felt her legs tremble, not out of fear and terror...but out of sheer need and lust, almost giving out as he hit her weakness. How long since somebody call her dirty little whore and act so aggressive and domineering to her?

Far too long in her mind. Sure, she had sex with Stan, maybe not as often they could...and often not as pleasurable when they do the deed...the sex with her husband was so...damn boring.

Stan wasn't the most creative or agressive lover as he often prefer the same missionary sex and never act truly agressive in a dark and bestial manner in sex, and Francine had to endure it as she couldn't bring herself to tell him of her darkest desire.

To tell him to hold her down, to hit and abuse her, to make her worship him, to be treated like the disgusting dirty whore. So she has to live with her unfilled sick desire, forever fantasizing about someone treating her like a slave…

Rasmus reached forward to one of her breasts and give it a rough squeeze, and she gasped as his rugged, masculine fingers mauled her creamy breasts with forceful but skillful fingers, tweaking all of her sensitive nerves with casual ease.

'Goodness gracious~! He only groping my tits and he made my pussy quiver from that alone!' She thought, with her aforementioned pussy querving, dripping with distilled LUST as she tried to keep her eyes closed trying not to face the reality and his smug smile on his rugged attractive visage. The hands of the strong, domineering hands slipped into her bikini-top and touch her pink erect nipples…

"What time's your family's coming back?

"They'll be back around 4PM," Francine muttered back shameful need in her tone, finally opening her eyes to take in Rasmus's devilishly handsome face and his seductive smirk.

"Then, that means we can have all the fun and for you to learn the pleasure of being my bitch" And with that said done, he move back and began to remove his clothes off of his frame, making Francine eyes widen and her jaw drop to the floor as she watched him undress.

He was more physically fit and trimmed than her husband can be. His body was large, well-built and imposing with very powerful and thick musculature, with wide hairy chest, broad shoulders, big muscular arms, and a flat stomach with a trimmed six-pack abs. His big, burly muscles seem to twitch with his raw strength and overwhelming power. She tried not to stare, as she was spellbound by his collection of massive, gigantic muscles.

Her gaze slowly traveled down his masculine body devouring all of his brawny frame, before reaching down his crotch, and she covered her mouth in shock as she couldn't believe what she's seeing in her eyes, with her heart skip a beat and her poontang throb with desire.

His flaccid cock was HUGE in every manageable way. Easily bigger than her husband and all of her possible tryst combine. It was massive and riddled with thick veins running the side of his shaft. It was capped off with a large, brutish-looking mushroom head that looks like it was made to pulverized cunts. She could see precum dripping out the slit. Pair of overly large balls, bigger than her fist carrying fertile seed, hung from the base of Rasmus impressive tool.

She squeeze her thighs, as if trying to protect and keep the monstrous but IMPRESSIVE tool away from her pussy. Her traitorous pussy quivered with lust once again, staining her panties with her juices.

He quirk his lips into a smug, leering half-smirk as he caught the look of shock and awe in her eyes. And without saying anything, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gently push her down to her knees. And Francine crumbled under his soft but commanding touch, utterly falling to her knees so her face was on level with his cock. Her entire nostril is flooded by the overwhelming incredible, masculine aroma that made her shiver with shameful but pleasurable need.

Her eyes and mouth watered as she licked her red lips, and allow her slutty instinct to take over.

Some part of her ordered her to stop, but she couldn't stop her hands to softly wrapped around the thick shaft, or her deeply ingrained instinct to pressed her lips against the shaft. She can't exactly stop herself kissing, and licking the musky, swarthy skin of his tool. Nor does she truly want to stop it.

Her hands barely around the fat but flaccid cock as she stroked the long, veiny cock with both of her hands and red lips and pink tongue until it slowly started to swelled to it true staggering size.

Soon enough it reach it true size that made all the man and her husband look like a bunch of baby-dicked losers. A tree trunk size cock that was nothing but pure, unadulterated 20 inch of heavy masculine cock that was longer than her arm and wider.

"Oh my god. So hard…, so firm." Francine whispered in amazement shock, her eyes couldn't look away from from the cock. She was amazed at it size, girth, and the length that outclass absolutely every cock that she sucked and fucked before.

She was so focused on his cock that she missed the expression on Rasmus's face. It was one of genuine satisfaction on the physical level and also a sort of victorious gloating. He waited way too long to have the buxom blonde MILF on her knees and worshiping his cock like the dirty cock-straving whore that she's underneath her housewife persona and demure mask.

"Impressive right, Franny~?" He said with a cheer. Before it was follow up in gruff authoritarian tone and he barked out a command. "Now...Suck it. Now!" As he stepped back and aim his long, thick, and rigid cock into her face and lips waiting for her to do what he demands.

She nearly came at his powerful demanding tone and the strong forceful command in them. The dormant part of herself that she thought were long gone had returned with great hunger and ravenous glee; the primal instinct of the slut had taken over her entire mind and soul. Now the inner slut of her was gleefully following the strong, powerful, and dominant alpha male command.

She opened her mouth and leaned forward to capture the thick, bulbous cock. And her eyes rolled back into her skull, with her entire taste buds were overwhelmed by the salty and sweet taste of his cock. And moaned even more as she took more and more of his cock and past her lips and throat. And Francine couldn't help but grow more shamefully wet, knowing that she's committing the ultimate sin of adultery and fornication right in her very home with Albwin and his incredible, massive cock.

Rasmus let's out a deep, beastly and orgasmic groan out of his mouth. His lengthy, meaty cock past this slutty adulterous housewife whore-lips and down her velvety wet throat.

This whore truly had the experience on her belt. The highest apex of a whore, that was beyond even the most sexually active slut and well-versed pornstar can achieve.

And, Francine feels herself's falling deeply in love with his throbbing manly cock. It was getting harder and harder to even think about her husband and her infidelity with him through the fog of her mind. His cock was godly and perfect in her mouth, the taste of his precum and his skin was intoxicating to the extreme. Each moment with his cock and his seed in her mouth, each thrust that stretched her throat made a deep, irreparable changes within Francine…

Francine began to take the initiative. She pulled her top, taking it off and revealing to her dominating bull her large, bouncy breasts and her nice, hard pink nipples.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"Fuck yeah, your throat is so fuckin' good! Take it you silly little whore!" He places his hands against the encounter and began to thrust his cock down deeper her throat, using it like it was his cumrack.

Her busty, bouncy chests heaves and jiggle with tremendous force. Her throat bulge from the immense fat cock down her throat and her need for her air were coming up. But she didn't care about it as she was absorbed by the taste of his cock and his dominating presence that she forgoes the need for air as she'd this impossibly delicious cock in her mouth.

He read her mind and all the thoughts and smiled with dark, lustful pride in his heart. Just him doing his usual business on making needy little housewife whores realized that they're much more happy between his legs.

"That's a good little whore~" He purred out in low growl. "YOu've finally realized the pleasure of my cock right now. And how does it feel to be good little unfaithful, adulterous, and masochistic little slutwhore?"

'I fucking it love it you big-dicked hunk! I love sucking your fat long cock and your forceful nature! I love being made into being my true self of a slut and whore for big fat cock!' Thought Francine as she looked at him with her watery blue eyes that was full of love, worship, desire and hunger toward him.

The moment he saw all of that in her eyes and read her mind. The draconic-cambion and smirked as he let out a husky groaned, and came inside her vacuuming mouth.

Hot, sticky, creamy cum spewed the inside her mouth, staining the walls of it. Francine gagged, choking on the thick, viscous jizz as she lift her head up. River of cum ran down her face from his lengthy, thick cock. Staining her face as she gasped for air.

Cum spilled onto her hair and flawless face. The thick, white milk trickled down her face and into her mouth. The taste of his thick, rich cum was mind-numbingly delicious and divinely in her mouth as her perfect body shuddered as she let out a low, throaty moan out of her lips as she came and staining her short, her panites and the floor between her legs.

The Demonic-Dragonborn raised a brow and look down at her.

"Did you just cum?"

The blond-haired MILF didn't say anything, only nod her head in confirmation looking up at her domineering bull with…

He stared at her for a long second and she feared that she did something wrong, only for Rasmus to softly chuckle before he laugh uproariously

"You're one fucking grade-A slut are you? You came just from being face-fucked and getting a facial by man who isn't even your husband. What a fuckin' whore."

Francine blush hotly. His words struck true as she came just being so roughly face-fucked by his massive behemoth man-club and getting thick facial coating from him.

She was nothing more than a filthy, unfaithful slut...but she's his slut which aroused her too no end and fill her with a great deal of pride in being his slut and slave for his massive, fat schlong.

The gorgeous blonde-haired stood up on wobbly legs and began to take off her shorts without even hearing his order. Rasmus chuckled as he walked away, entering the living room so he can sit on the couch with a smug, domineering grin on his lips.

He sat down on the couch and pointed at his lap, his long, and hard cock still hard and ready to ruined hot, sexy housewife twat for their husbands and other men alike.

Then he spoke to her. His strong, husky and deep voice that was packed full of smooth, rich baritone power and all of his overwhelming authority and command.

"Come here, Francine...Ride your Master Cock."

Francine licked her soft, full ruby-red lips, tasting the thick, superior man juice as she nodded her head as she obey the order from the commanding, superior alpha male.

She didn't walked into the living room. She strutted over to Albwin, with her hips swinging side to side until she reach him and his powerful godly cock. Looking at him and his cock with sultry yet loving eyes full of hunger and desire to be impaled by him his superior, fat manhood.

And she climb on top of the couch and onto the large mountainous hunk frame with her hands on his thick shoulders, her heavy, jiggling, fat tits right in front of his rugged, gorgeous face and her fat, shapely bubble ass high up the air.

She grabbed hold of his cock to aim the thick cocktip into her wet, mewling lips....and impaled herself on her cock with deep penetration, the MILF let out a low shuddering yet silent scream of joy. She came near-instantaneous from the fat, dense cock inside her and knocking all of her G-spots and enter her womb with casual ease.

Rasmus being the well-esteemed yet amoroused gentleman, decided to help her by capturing her lips and pushing his serpentine tongue into her mouth. She moaned, kissing back as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her boobs against his strong, hirsute chest.

The two made out like they were lovers, with Rasmus holding her slim back, and Francine holding his head with her hands. Francine hard nipples prodded against his masculine, hairy chest. His massive, strong and rough hands stroked her back, moving up and down with little of magic to increase her sensitivity two folds. Moaning in her bullish lover mouth as she began to bounce on his, feeling his magnificent meatstick pressed against very deep her womb and feeling her flat stomach bulge obscenely.

He fucked, or rather she fucked herself on top of him as their lips and tongue continued their dance with Rasmus being the dominant force. Francine could feel all of his cock, how he's so big and thick inside her, and Francine tried hard not to lose her fucking mind from having her tight, wet pussy being utterly wrecked by his massive club of a cock that was attached to this glorious, virile and domineering sex god...

And she's completely failing at it, as she experienced explosive orgasm, another explosive orgasm that was more profound and stronger than the last one and wrecked her voluptuous, curvaceous body with each orgasm was ruining and twisted her mind and soul and making her swore eternal fidelity to the strong, handsome, manly alpha male.

Shwhalp! Shwhalp! Shwhalp—!

"Oh, oh, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Shwhalp! Shwhalp! Shwhalp Shwhalp! Shwhalp—!

"That's it! Take it you silly little slut! Take my fat, superior cock!"

SHWHALP! SHWHALP! SHWHALP! SHWHALP! SHWHALP! SHWHALP—!

"FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY WITH YOU BIG FAT COCK! MAKE MY PUSSY INTO YOUR PERSONAL CUM DEPOSIT! MAKE ME YOUR CUMDUMPSTER WHORE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE UNTIL DEATH!"

Screamed Francine as she aheagoing right front of his very eyes. With a fiendish smirk on his lips, he decided to grant her desire on making her pussy his cum-deposit and cumdumpster-whore. He lets out a guttural moan as he thrust all of his 20-inches of his fat, superior, massive cock and came a geyser of cum into her baby room, coating her walls like he had done with her throat and face.

Soon enough for blonde bimbo beauty stomach was swollen up until it looked like she's six-month pregnant due from the immense amount of fat loads inside her cunt. The gorgeous milf could practically feel all of the rich cum deep inside her baby room and overflowing it, drowning her eggs with heavy cream.

She threw her head back as she lets out a deep, guttural feminine cries and her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and her tongue rolled out of her gaping mouth.

So much cum inside her, so full of richness and virility that she was certain she was pregnant right now and carrying this godly stud progeny....the thought of having her belly becoming heavy with his child and her tits being filled with milk set her off as she came once again with messy, explosive force.

He chuckled as he felt her cunt walls tighten around his cock. This slut was so shameless and slutty that he was amazed that the dumbass didn't see this part of her.

Guess for all his macho behavior and hyper-masculine tendencies that he exudes, he ultimately failed as a man and a husband who can't satisfy his wife needs...Well, his lost and his personal gain.

As Francine struggled to regain her breath from the intense fucking and series what she consider the best sex she had ever experienced, far bettter than her husband can give to her. His superior sexual prowess and thick, long cock sawed the inside of her womb and filled her with his cum. How he's so domineering and controlling over her and make her act like she's nothing more than depraved, flithy sex-straved slut.

He was a god among men. A God's Gift to women all over the world; Unmatched by none — with his perfect good-looks, his flawless manly physique, and his magnificent bitch breaker of a cock.

And she was now a faithful follower of this perfect paragon of manhood as she stared at Albwin/Rasmus with glazed, heart-filled eyes full of love and lust.

"I-I'm...I'm all yours" She moaned as she pressed her large, fat tits against his chest. Her pink, hard nipples rubbed against his thick, rugged chest hair.

He raised his brow and quirked his lips upward into a smirk."What about your husband?" He replied back.

Her husband who she was married for love. The love of her life. The man who she was supposed to be faithful and loyal until death. The man who didn't treat her the way she wants to be treated, a bimbo-slut to be used and discarded like a used up rag. The man and his tiny, pathetic, impotent limp dick couldn't touch the deepest part of her slutty hole.

Francine mind resistance and any thoughts of being faithful to Stan evaporated as she leaned forward and captured his rough lips and softly, kiss them.

She stopped kissing his lips and pressed her forehead against Rasmus. She smiled into his eyes as she replied. "Fuck him."

That answer please the dragonic-cambion, and without warning, he stood up and flipped her over with his cock still plunged inside of her. He bent her over the living room table as she soon he crouch behind her, and he pulled out his cock out of her cum-stuffed cunt. Cum spewed out of the abused hole and spilled onto the ground as Rasmus slammed his dick into her Francine asshole.

The woman screamed in momentary pain, lifting her head up as she squeezes her eyes tight. She trembled, shaking as Rasmus pushed his enter 20-inch dick into her, stretching her out to the breaking brim and making her feel like she's getting to be split in half.

Rasmus swung a hand down, spanking Francine's cheeks as the milf eyes rolled back into her skull once again. She had never had this kind of sex with her pass lovers. Never in all of her years of being dirty, little nymphomaniacal slutwhore. She never had the courage to ask Stan to do this kind of this with her, yet this dominating gorgeous hunk knew exactly what she desires.

All of her darkest fantasies and desires are coming true as the towering herculean beefcake pulled his muscular hips back, before he pushed his schlong deeper into her fat ass. Along with him slapping her fat asscheeks once more with his massive paw of a hand. She bounced, her tits sliding along the table as she wantonly moaned. She wants to silent her cries, but with each strong powerful thrusts sent waves of 100% pure, undiluted pleasure through her body.

There was no more pain in his thrust. Just PLEASURE. OVERWHELMING PURE, WONDERFUL PLEASURE. The knowledge of her Master-Bull's cock was lubed with his juice and her own cum made her pussy quivered with wanton lust as his thrusts sent jolted of ecstatic pleasure. Her hands clawed the table as she tried to move her body in time with him, filling herself with his delicious meat-stick.

"More, more, more…!"

"Like that slut? Do you like getting fucked inside your home with another man? Do you like betraying your husband and family trust for your Master!?" He spanked her, slamming his hand against her big, thick asscheeks again and again until it turn into bright shade of pink.

By now, Francine would agree with her Bullish Master statement and do anything for him. She nodded her head up and down in deliriously euphoria. "Yes, yes, Master! AH! I-I'm cumming, Master...!"

"Then cum, slut." His hand swung once more to hit her ass, and that sent her over the edge as she closed her eyes.

Her orgasm was the greatest of her life. As her pussy squirted out copious amounts of her juices stain the floor of the living room. She feels like her entire body was exploding, popping like a firework as her mind was left in melted goo. All her thoughts circled around herMaster as she twitched and shivered.

Her muscles spasmed, and her ass tightened around cock as he grinned ear to ear. Feeling her butt cling tightly to his cock drove him wild, and he came inside her butt, filling her with more cum. So much of his seed that her belly grew just a little bit, and his seed sloshed inside of her as a peaceful bliss overtook her every cell.

He watched her body lay on the table twitched and spasmed on his cock and clinging to his immense girth that he can pulled out her entire asshole out and leave it hanging.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear in a soft, commanding and low tone of voice.

"Rest up slut. When you're done resting, we're going to take this to your bedroom, and fucked the entire day until you are marked with my cum and your cunt and asshole are raw, red and gaping."

She came at his commanding voice and the sheer promise of his words. She practically want to say that she want to be fucked right now and have him fucked her on the bed where she and Stan sleep and have...sex with her husband.

"Yes, my Glorious, Magnificent Master Albwin…"

He chuckled darkly and replied back to her in smug and egotistical tone,"Oh my sweet little slut.My actual name's…

"Rasmus Shadewalker and not Albwin Black..."

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[Timeskip - Four Month Laters…]

Months have passed by ever since Rasmus had conquered Francine and herself become his dirty little slut. Francine had fucked been in every single moment when the dragonborn gets the opportunity to do so.

The Dovahkiin had practically fucked her all over the house, leaving his scent of his cum and musk in the house, making sure that even when he not fuking with her, the lingering scent of their time together was still quite potent in the air.

She knew it, because himself had told her of his plans and intention on fucking her mom and turning her into his slut. Just like he did to her and other women around Langley Falls who got the fortune encounter with his massive bitch maker of a cock and his immense, divinely sexual prowess.

Honestly, thinking about her slut of a mother being fucked senseless by his thick, massive, long cock and getting filled with his dense, heavy cum aroused her to no end.

Even more arousing at seeing it right in her very eyes. Laying on Rasmus bed, the young gorgeous hippie is naked and collared, happily touching herself to the sight on the floor before her. Though, she won't deny her wishes that she was in her mother's place right now getting some of that good ol' draconic-cock.

Francine wasn't even aware that Haley is here nor is she aware that she's another of his submissive, slave-sluts. She saw him blind-folding her and collared her and forced her to crawl on her hands and knees and barked like a bitch. Which was undoubtedly hot as hell and from seeing the trail of juice, her mom thought so too. And he prooced to fucked her right in the bedroom, where his other slutty slaves were in. Laying on the massive bed with them unconscious, sweaty and their fucked-bruised cunt stuffed-full of his thick, jello-esque cum.

At this point, she was nothing more than a grade-A bitch and he was the bitch tamer extraordinaire doing his natural duties. Which consist of dominating the bitch-slut and turning them into his unwholesome, submissive bitch cumdumpster for his cock usage and pleasure. He had done it to all the women who catch his fancy and all of the women seem to enjoy it immensely to godly degree.

She thinks that her Master much have a hardcore fetish for degradation and sluttifcation. Haley could attest as she saw him turn innocent women into bona fide sluts when he's done with them.

And there was his cum. The sheer amount of cum that he discharge was staggering and amazing. He pretty much put horse and pig to shame and outstrip all of the men's and her husband cum output in terms of load and taste.

Thinking about the taste of his yummy cum made her mouth and pussy watered in thought. She can't explain why his cum taste so good and why is so addictive, only that she needs more of his cum right now. But, he gives her order to stay put and don't make a single sound or orgasm until he takes off her mom blindfolds and that if she disobey his direct order, he will deprived her of sex and cum and make her gone back to her pathetic, limp dick loser of a man and husband, which was a fate worst than death for her.

She can't go back to Jeff. Not anymore, as she can't barely feel his tiny penis anymore or endure his pathetic display of sexual skills and prowess and his feeble, lanky physique on her body. So she obey him and watch with envious yet lustful eyes as he shot another load deep into her pussy, and Francine moan loudly in sheer euphoric.

She was less than a woman, more of used-up rag that he use to matrubate and threw away with calloused ease.

With her buxom 36DD tits against the floor, her fat juicy ass up into the air, and her tongue hanging out of her skull. Haley's mother's never look so sluttier. She certainly hadn't ever sounded sluttier either.

"A-AHHH! FUCK ME MASTER, BREAK ME!!!"

Haley had to hold back a derisive snort and a wanton moan that threaten to escape her mouth. Her mother was every bit of the submissive, little slut that she herself turn out. Rasmus had show her how much she's massive slut that she truly is, she alway been little slut but she never thought she would be this level of slutdom. Well, she knew where she got her hyper-slut nature. And she had honestly expect her mother would slap him and avoid him like the plague or have dad use his CIA skills to have him killed for trying to seduce her...instead, this happened.

But, at the same time, she's not remotely suprised at her mom accepting him. A slut will alway be a slut no matter how old they are or long they supposed their slutty heart out of need to live a normal, wholesome life. He was basically a Slut's Magnet and Maker for former and reborn sluts alike. And combined with his strong aggressive charisma, the forceful domineering personality and his confident panty-dropping smile and sharp smoldering eyes and his massive cock...it was simply inevitable for Francine and other women's to embrace her slutdom and becoming his property and live happily as his sluts.

He even brand her with his personal emblem in her crotch a hybridized shape of intricate heart and dragon, and replaced her normal earrings with his gem and piercing her nipples, and she wasn't sure how her father miss the piercings and tats, but she had a feeling that they had some kind of unique quality that make them unnoticed by most. Not that she care about it as she was perfectly fine with the dominant branding and tyrannical ownership of her strong, handsome beefcake master.

And considering the next words out of her mom's words, she seems to enjoy the gift of his ownership.

"YES! YES! YES! FUCKED YOUR SLUTTY SLAVE, YOU FUCKING HANDSOME BASTARD!