Deviant Dr - Black Door

"Let's get this set up." Millie smiled broadly. She could be a slave and not cheat on her husband... Could it get any better?

Millie sat nervously trying not to look at the camera, while pretending she did not know it was there. Dressed in a babydoll nightie she tried to act natural. There was a knock at the guest bedroom door. She swallowed hard and walked over to the door. She opened it and a tall black man with a shaved head stood there. He smiled at her as his eyes traveled the length of her body. He held up $300 and she reached out to grab it. "Your man says for 3 you will suck me and let me drill that pussy. He telling it right?"

"Yes, that's right. For that amount I will suck you for a bit then let you fuck me. You only get 45 minutes max though." Millie swallowed against the dryness of her throat.

"Best you get to work then." The man said coming into the room and shutting the door. She looked for her mark on the floor and dropped to her knees. He stepped close and she immediately started opening his pants. When his 9.5-inch cock sprang free she was just a tad bit disappointed. But she covered her emotion but quickly putting her mouth on his dick and working him with all the desperation she was feeling. She was drooling and gagging, her eyes watering as she worked to please him. "Oh, fuck yes, little slut. Suck daddy, you whore."

Millie moaned and sank her mouth deeper onto his cock. He gripped her hair and began working his cock into her throat with every gag he pressed harder until his long strong cock was fully in her throat.

"Yes, whore, yes." He released her. "Get on the bed, I am going to get my money worth tonight."

Millie scrambled up on the bed and the camera changed angles. Frank was in the office controlling the camera angles and watching the subscribers and cash roll in. He zoomed in on her shiny bald pussy lips just as the john placed his dark cock against her pale opening. With one hard thrust the guy was halfway in and Millie was moaning loudly. "Yes, daddy, yes."

"That is right little slut, you take that cock." He growled over her. He gripped her hip and thrust hard again sinking fully into her giving heat. "Oh, such a tight little cunt. You must be new to have this tight of a holster for daddy's cock."

Millie grunted with a bit of discomfort as he slammed into her cervix. He pulled back and did it again. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back holding her in place for his hard, fast strokes. Millie could feel the pain begin to morph like it had in the alley. The pain became shimmering pleasure that was curling her insides. "Oh, daddy, yes. You feel so good. Fuck me. Take me."

Frank pulled the camera to a wider shot and unbuckled his pants. He sat in that room watching his wife get fucked. He began stroking his cock in time with their fucking. Soon Frank was cumming, Millie was cumming and the john was flipping her over to take her hard from behind. Frank switched to another camera where the angle could catch the action from the side. Millie's round ass jiggled with every thrust of his hips as he slammed his glistening cock as deep as he could into her. He griped her hair and bent her back so that her tits were wobbling in the neckline of the nightgown showing peeks at her nipple with every hard thrust. The john rode her tirelessly as she moaned and squealed and kept cumming. She was covered in sweat and drool and her mascara was streaked. She looked so used that Frank focused in on her face for a few moments then widened out so that her tits and face were in the shot at the same time. Then he switched back to the side angle. The John was tiring, revving up to and explosive climax, he pulled out and began wanking his cock as he flipped her onto her ass and started cumming on her tits and face.

"Good girl. I think I may have to come back this way." The john said sliding his pants back on and heading out the door. Frank cut the internet feed and headed into the hall to meet the john.

"Get your money's worth?" Frank asked.

"Sure did. I will be back." The john said flashing a smile and heading out the door. Frank locked up and headed to find Millie.

She was sitting on the guest bed looking dazed and glazed. "You okay honey."

"I am great." Millie sighed. Feeling a little sore but satisfied for the first time in days. "Shower for me then we can talk in the office."

"Perfect. I will see you in there." Frank said. "I would kiss you but you are a real mess, baby."

Millie laughed and headed for the shower.

Frank hustled to the office and turned on the camera feed in the bathroom. She took care of business and as soon as she pulled off the filthy nightgown he connected the internet feed. He watched as the money rolled in as the internet buyers reveled in the voyeuristic thrill of her cleaning up. Frank had set the whole suite up making sure that each camera was hidden so Millie wouldn't look at them and focus on them. She had no idea that he had rigged the bathroom as well as the closet. The camera in the bathroom was fairly static so the best he could do was zoom in and out.

The ching ching of the money counter on the site was so thrilling. If this is how much they could earn in 45 minutes, they would be more than able to earn enough if they did this full time. Frank watched as she bent forward displaying her ass as she soaped her feet and legs, the chinging became fast paced. Frank had found a site where not only was it pay to watch, the patrons could tip as well. It was the ultimate sex show.

Frank brought up an amazon search, looking for inner ear communication devices. If he was going to direct, he might as well become a puppet master. He rubbed his hands together at the idea of being the one to control the fuckdoll. Buy NOW!

Millie clean and dressed, headed to the office to talk to Frank. He was sitting behind the desk doing online shopping. She sat in the chair next to him waiting for his attention. She glanced at the screen and from the variety of pictures on the screen Frank was shopping for lingerie and toys.

"What is that for?" Millie asked shocked at the large black dildo that made it into the virtual cart.

"There maybe times I can't get you a date. On those days you may have to do a solo act." Frank said scrolling through the pornographic toy site.

"You want me to masturbate on camera?" Millie was shocked.

"Well, yes. I want you to all kinds of perverted things. I want you to find the inner slut that Daddy Derek woke up inside you and I want you to embrace her, use her and enjoy her. This is a money-making opportunity for us."

Millie watched aghast as Frank focused on the computer. Even though he had come home his focus was still money. Millie looked at her feet noticing that she needed a pedicure. She checked her hand, time for a nail salon appointment. She grabbed her phone and set up a nail and wax appointment. Millie sat there thumbing through her phone once again waiting for her husband to pay attention to her. She sat there for 20 minutes silently before she gave up and headed to the kitchen.

Millie stood at the sink looking out over the backyard, lost in thought, as she cleaned the dishes. Suddenly a dark figure darted across the moonlit yard to the concealing shadows of the tree by the fence. Millie watched trying to figure out who could be skulking around in her yard.

"Frank?" Millie called out.

"What?"

"Can you come here?"

"I am kind of busy here. What do you need?" Frank's exasperation was evident through the walls.

"Never mind." She said. She picked up a knife and headed for the back door. She opened the sliding glass door and stepping slowly out watching the shadows of the tree for movement. As soon as she was clear of the door, a hand wrapped over her mouth and another gripped her wrist and squeezing until she dropped the knife with a clatter.

"Miss me?" A husky voice whispered in her ear. "Daddy Derek sure missed you baby girl."

Millie shuddered, half in fear, half in excited delight. Pressed flush against Derek's hard length she could feel her knees weaken. He released her wrist and wrapped his hand around her waist gripping her breast.

"I assume that little dicked husband of yours is still at the office. Thought I would come by and taste that sugar again." Derek was palpitating her tit as he whispered against her ear.

Millie gently touched the hand over her mouth telling him without words that she was cooperating. He moved his hand slightly. "I can take you to my room if you want." Millie whispered. "You just have to be quiet walking through the house. He may be in his study."

"He might be here?"

"Yes, but he is working there is no way he will know you are here or what you are doing to me."

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"I want you to ruin me with that BBC."

"I think I already did. Didn't I slut?"

"Yes, Daddy." She whispered dragging him through the door. She slid into the room designed to capture every naughty act and started to strip. She had no idea how Frank was going to react to the late visitor but at this point she did not care. If he could only pay attention to her when she was being fucked by someone else maybe this was the best she could hope for.

Derek watched as the curvy blonde shed her clothes. He remembered her from the alley but the darkness had hidden way too much. Now here she was before him like a gift, like she wanted to be there with him. Derek knew that by the time he had unloaded in this suburban princess that he was just as ruined as she was.

"Did you miss me?"

"I thought about you all the time. I thought about that huge cock and how you made me cum like no one else ever."

Derek grabbed the back of her head and brought her close sealing his lips to hers kissing her deeply.

In the control room Frank noticed the movement in the cam room. He clicked the on button and the cha-ching started immediately. Frank watched the couple as they kissed passionately and tried to figure out who was taking his wife for another round. They broke apart and the camera shifted until the man who started this journey filled the screen.

Millie couldn't wait to feel taken as she threw herself on the bed and spread her legs wide begging for him to ease her aching.

"Did you miss Daddy, little slut?"

"Yes Daddy." Millie moaned.

"Could you even feel the twerp's pencil dick after I destroyed that hole?"

"He had to buy toys." Millie whispered.

"Seems fitting, he don't have a real dick so he buys fake ones to pretend." Derek laughed.

Frank blushed but pulled open his fly to get to his hard cock. He started yanking his cock just as Derek slid inside his wife. Frank zoomed in on the stretched cunt lips as they struggled to make room for the monster cock invading her wet haven.

"Daddy missed this tight hole baby girl." Derek licked his lips and stared down at her wobbling breasts. "Let's make that whore sing and them titties dance. That was when Derek let loose. He pounded into her from a standing position next to the bed. He gripped her thighs as her legs rested on his shoulders. He used her body weight as leverage to pound deeper.

"Oh, ow, oh, ahh." Millie moaned in erotic pain as he pounded her cervix and touched nerve-endings that had never been touched before.

"Take it, slut. Take that meat. You ain't nothing but a cock pocket, anyway." Derek growled as he pounded away.

"Yes, Daddy , yes. Fill this slut. Ugh, yes. Daddy yes."

Millie's moaning was making Frank crazy. He was jacking himself furiously as the huge black cock split his wife open and used every inch of her. It did not take long for Frank to shoot his load all over the desk. As soon as he blew he was checking the feeds. The responses and comments from the cam room where going crazy. Frank started switching cams. He focused on her bouncing boobs and Derek's tight abs. Then her pained but ecstatic face as her body forced an orgasm.

"Yes, you fucking whore cum on that BBC." Derek grunted as her muscles clamped making his movement harder. He yanked out of her quickly and a spray of fluid followed him splashing over his belly and the bed. "Roll over, slut, I want to see that ass dance."

Derek rolled her onto her knees then shoved her father up the bed. He crawled up behind her and lined his dick up before ramming her hard and deep. "Ass up, face down."

Millie whimpered into the bedding as his powerful strokes went deeper than before. He reached under her chest and started mauling her breasts, pinching her nipples, using them as handles to pound her back on his ramming pole.

Frank zoomed in and out switching angles and capturing the action. The cha-chinging was steady backdrop noise. Then a comment caught his eye. I wish the husband would walk in.

Frank considered this as he continued to direct the cameras. Millie was cumming hard and constant and Derek was losing urgency. This was the moment. Frank got up and headed into the room.

"What is going on here?" Frank tried for shocked and fell short to his own ears but Millie and Derek were both surprised.

"Oh, my god." Millie moaned looking over at him.

"Fuck." Derek said. Continuing to fuck her, he glared at Frank. "What you want, pencil dick? You want to clean up my mess when I am done wrecking your woman? Or you just want to watch how a real cock works?"

"No, I-" Frank was not sure how to finish his sentence.

"Why don't you whip out that cocktail wiener and rub one out while I show my slut how to take a real dicking?" Derek laughed as Frank blushed. "Go on now. You know you want to. Stroke that poor excuse for a cock, little bitch."

Frank felt his cock swell and immediately started opening his fly. As he began to whack off, Derek laughed and Millie groaned.

"Oh, come on slut, be happy he is happy. He does look happy wiggling that little worm. Be glad you get real dick to cum on while he plays with that tiny toy."

"Fuck me Daddy. Use this slut hole right." Millie moaned glaring at Frank. Frank tried to be ashamed but he was enjoying it too much.

"You are a slut. You let that man fuck you, you want him to fuck you more than you ever wanted me to fuck you, isn't that right?" Frank asked.

"Yes! Because he fucks me good. He fucks me more than 30 seconds at a time. He makes my cunt cum like it never has before." Millie growled. "When he fucks me I know he is in the room and he knows that I am there too. You are a walking, talking, paycheck. So sit over there and stroke because that is the only thing that will be touching that cock ever again."

"Damn. My slut got claws." Derek laughed. Then he gripped the back of Millie's hair and pulled her up so that every stroke lifted her body and caused it to shake. "All that wobble is mine, cockless wonder. I own this whore. You understand me?"

Frank tried to decide how to answer because he had every intent of continuing the business plan of pimping her out to any BBC he could find. Being scrupulous was not an issue that Frank usually had to wrestle with and faced with a certain amount of physical intimidation was not helping. "I won't touch her." Frank answered feeling somewhat truthful. He stared in fascination as Millie's tits bounced vigorously from the pounding she was taking. Frank felt his cum boiling to escape.

Frank licked his lips and Derek laughed. "You like the show, little worm?" Derek grinned. He gripped her hip and pounded with a bit more force to which Millie gasped and started cumming again. "This is how a real man fucks a slut." Frank gave up trying to hold back and let his load loose to splat on he floor beside the bed.

The aggression and extra showmanship was enough to send Derek over the edge. He grasped tightly to Millie and started shooting his load deep into her vibrating flesh. His balls kept unloading in spurts until he felt drained of life force. He slumped over Millie and curled around her protectively. "Hey, cuck-bitch, go order us some take-out. We are going to nap for a minute."

Frank headed back to the office to check the feed. They had made a lot of money with the trio show. The humiliating comments about him, as he read back through the comments section, were harsh but it was making him tingle. He picked up his phone and ordered food to be delivered, then he opened the spreadsheet on his computer to log the information about the cam feed, the money, the style of show they did. He was getting valuable feedback. His business was going to be a success.