Yoshi and Sakura find their master

The day had come and they were ready. In an impeccably clean house, a couple stood fidgety and giddy. An asian man, about 5'3 and of slim build. Light skin, typically Japanese features and hair more cute than handsome. His wife, a beautiful creature with a thicker than normal body. She wore a skirt that went to mid-thigh, a fine pink color while her shirt (tight against her tits) was white. Her chubby thighs strained slightly against the stockings she wore and under her skirt the fine silk of her panties played havok on her pussy. Her rump was accentuated by the thin line that went between her cheeks which jiggled a bit with each fidget. She was so excited. Today was the day! They'd gone to the restaurant and met their contact. Colonize.Us was a great app, there were so many potential candidates but he stood out the most.

"I'm so excited." She said with glee, looking at her husband with adoration. His own smile was resplendent, his heart raced with excitement. If he wasn't already locked up, his small cock would've pitched a tiny tent in his slacks. "What about you?"

"Just as excited," he smiled, leaned in for a kiss and got one. They loved eachother dearly, excited for what the day held in store for them. "He's very nice, was a real sweetheart at the restaurant! The questions he asked were extensive, but it shows he cared." Indeed, the man they met and were to meet was very particular about his questioning. Making sure both were wanting it.

They, of course, said yes. It helped that they were mesmerized by his beautiful blue eyes. The approach of a car and the closing of a door made them both gasp a bit.

He's here!

They both walked to the front door and she smoothed down her shirt and skirt making sure they were presentable (although she knew they were just going to be discarded) and he looked her up and down with adoration. Already, the thought of watching her make love was making him dribble.

She opened the door when he was mesmerized and exclaimed with joy when the man of the hour had arrived. He stood at 5'10, weighed around 250 pounds, and had long blonde hair. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and his teeth white as snow. She greeted him with a hug, coming to about his collar bone. She leaned her head into his chest, savoring the feeling as he wrapped his arms around her little waist, and pulled back only to give him a deep kiss which he returned.

She walked backwards, dragging him in, and the two men were re-introduced. "John, we're so happy to see you!" Yoshi smiled and rather than a handshake like he expected, got a hug as well.

"I'm happy to see you both too! How're you?" he took off his shoes and left them by the door, closing it with his foot, and stepped back to look the both of them over. "God, how'd I ever get lucky enough to meet you two?"

"We could ask the same of you, sweetheart." Sakura smiled, biting her lip a bit as she drew John in for another hug, which he returned.

"Are you both still sure about tonight? If you want to back out, you can." Sakura shook her head, trying to wrap John in a tight hug.

"We're sure, John," Yoshi smiled wide "Thank you for being so considerate. We're very sure. We want this."
John looked Yoshi in the eye, as if taking his measure and trying to find a lie, and found none. In response, John smiled and worked his hands down Sakura's body and under her skirt causing the woman to gasp slightly when he grabbed her cheeks. "Good, because I've been wanting this for a while. Since I met you two on the app, then the restaurant, you both have been on my mind." His fingers kneaded her cheeks, spreading and massaging them.

She thrust her butt back into his hands with a soft moan and started rolling her hips. Her forehead rested up under his chin where she breathed in his scent and shivered against him.

Yoshi, to his credit, watched while worrying his lip and stroked his caged cock through his pants. "You're all she's been able to talk about the past few days. When she'd grind on my cage, she'd be talking about how much she needs you. I've been fantasizing about watching and.." a blush reached his cheeks when a finger slipped under her silken panties and began to play with her little pussy "maybe partaking, since your interests seemed to be so...open."

"Hmm," John teased Sakuras hole and felt wetness welling up, connecting to his finger when he pulled his hand away making Sakura whine. She tried to follow, but his firm grip kept her in place. That's one thing she loved: He's so strong. Stronger than Yoshi. He could hold her in place, Yoshi never could unless she relented. "Maybe. Depends on how much of a good boy you are tonight, Yoshi." John smiled at him, slipping his finger into his mouth and licking off the juices.

"Let's go to the room. Now." Sakura demanded, grabbing John by the belt and dragging him along. He relented, letting her tug him as he tugged Yoshi who made a 'meep' when he felt the stronger man practically lift him off the ground and bring him with.

They walked up the stairs to the second level where the bed room and guest bed room was located and entered the Master Bedroom. Looking at it, one would never guess the couple were looking for a Bull. Clean, japanese aesthetic, modern furniture, comfy. John hummed in appreciation of the room, left arm around Yoshi while Sakura turned and smiled up at John.

"Welcome to our bedroom. Do you like it? We try to stay clean," Sakura held her hands clasped together over her chest, like a schoolgirl trying to impress a teacher "we're very fastidious."

"Yes, I can tell. I love it. I just hope you two don't mind that I make a mess of the place. Or you, for that matter." John squeezed Yoshi who moaned slightly, the effeminate asian pressed to his side. Sakura moaned when she thought of John making a mess of her and her husband and approached him with lustful intent leaning up to capture the man's lips with hers.

Yoshi rubbed his hand down John's front and felt the muscle beneath. Greater than his by a league or two. Where John was built like a God, Yoshi was more like a surfboard. He had muscle, no doubt, but it was asian muscle. He just didn't bulk up like John could. If anything, Yoshi was naturally effeminate. His hips wider, his skin smoother, his hair grew long and with health.

John and Sakura wrestled with tongue and lip, John's other hand reaching down to grab a handful of chubby cheek while he held Yoshi's ass. She moaned into his mouth, her hand bypassing her husband's to undo John's belt. The grunt of approval that Sakura earned was enough to spur her on, she dropped his pants and felt for his cock and quickly found it.

The size of it drew her from his lips with a gasp as she and Yoshi looked down at it. The briefs he wore were nearly coming off his body, a wet spot formed where a pearl of pre had seeped out in preparation for the night. Yoshi, with the side view, had a great view of John's heavy sack hanging down under his fat cock.

"Oh, God" Sakura breathed as she and Yoshi both slowly and in tandem brought the briefs down making his cock slowly lower and then suddenly spring back up and smack John's belly with a meaty smack.

Easily it was 10 inches long and thick as an arm. Sakura's legs went wobbly and weak and she supported herself on John's might.

Together, Sakura and Yoshi took their small hands and began to play with John's cock.

Against them, it dwarfed them.

Yoshi gaped, drooling a bit and cock straining against its rounded steel bar cage. Sakura was wet before but absolutely soiled her panties when she caught sight of John's cock. She tore her view from it and up to John as if asking where he was hiding it all.
His smile returned. God that smile! She babbled, thumb rubbing against the head of his cock and feeling the pre lubricate it. "I want it." she begged meekly.

"Into the room. Both of you." John brought the two of them deeper in, closing the door and locking it. He parted them like the red sea and kicked off his pants, sitting on the edge of the plush bed.

"You both know if you want to stop, you tell me. We covered this. Yes?" John spoke with authority, hand on his cock slowly stroking the length of it. Sakura and Yoshi stared dumbly at his cock, snapping out of it when he snapped his fingers and pointed with his index finger to his eyes. "Up here! Now. You understand that if you want to stop, you say it. Yes?" John's expression was a serious one, eyes narrowed and smile disappeared.

"Yes, John, we understand." Sakura and Yoshi answered submissively, bowing their heads like servants before their master.

"Yoshi," the man rose his head to meet John's eyes "I'm going to fuck your wife tonight. I may well make her cry tonight from pleasure. Once I'm in your wife, I'm not stopping unless she wants me to. You understand?"

"Yes, John," Yoshi's eyes began to water a bit. Not from sorrow but from joy. Considerate as John was, Yoshi was happy they found him. "I understand completely."

"Sakura," the woman rose her head "You understand too? You can stop me any time, you're both safe, but unless you really want me to stop I won't."

"I wouldn't have asked you here if I didn't understand, John," Sakura smiled wide "I promise I understand."
John smiled then, bright teeth lighting up the room. "Then both of you get over here and service my cock. You want it to go right in don't you?" They didn't need to be told twice, the both of them crawling to him out of submissive instinct and when they reached him, they got between his legs and set their tongues to work.

John's balls were massive, heavy, and lavished with love as their tongues and mouths went to work. One ball filled each mouth, John's scent filling their noses and minds while he moaned sweet nothings and gently rubbed and patted their heads.

Sakura moved up first, putting herself above her husband while he worked on sucking and licking John's balls moaning like a bitch in heat. She turned her head to the side, trying to encompass at least half his cock with her mouth and succeeding, sucking and licking as she worked her way up and down.

"Mmmph, good girl. You and your husband are great cocksuckers, I think I'll keep the both of you." She reached over and gently rubbed the back of Yoshi's head, blushing and happy for the compliment. She reached the top of the stairway to heaven that was John's fat cock and set her mouth to the head of his cock instead, sucking and licking it while she stroked the shaft with her free hand.

She looked up at John with lust glazed eyes, a smile on her face as she took her mouth from the head of his cock and slapped it against her tongue giving John a view into her mouth before she attempted to deep throat it.

Bless the girl, she got a few inches down before gagging and holding it there. Yoshi turned the best he could with balls in his mouth and watched his wife gag herself on a real man's cock with adoration in his eyes.
If it was his to do, he would've been playing with her pussy. But he knew who REALLY owned it and that man's balls were in his mouth and against his face.

"I'm definitely keeping you both," John said, pulling Sakura back so as to keep her form hurting herself on his cock. She whined, trying to get back to it, but John stood and held her head with both hands. "Relax your throat, let your mind go blank, and breath through your nose." John instructed and Sakura listened, going limp while she sat back on her heels in a seiza position with her arms limp at her side as though a switch had been thrown.

Yoshi watched in amazement as Sakura took three, then five inches of cock down her throat. Her instinct caused her to gag and John to retreat, but with some calming scalp scratching she calmed her nerve and prepared for it again. This time, she took seven. The next, John's balls were pressed against her chin.

Yoshi could see her throat bulge, could see the outline of John's massive cock in her throat, and wondered at the feeling. Could she move her tongue? Maybe she was, he couldn't tell. Maybe it was about the pure submission of it, being used like that.

John then began moving in and out, dragging his cock out from her throat slowly and methodically and then back in at the same pace. She breathed the best she could, taking deep breaths when he pulled out and holding when he went in. Each time, Yoshi could see the bulge form and go down, then up, then down. His wife being used in such a way made Yoshi cum, a pathetic puddle of watery cum escaped his dick and stained his perfectly good slacks.

He absent mindedly took them off, wearing nothing but the cage beneath, and rubbed his hands up the muscular legs of his new master who was occupied with throat fucking Sakura.

Finally, John pulled out and let his covered cock rest against Sakura's face. She opened her eyes, blinking away tears, and tried to recuperate drooping her head and holding John's thighs for support. She cried in pure pleasure, the joy of submission greater than she ever knew. The sensation of being used, the feeling of her throat filled, the absolute empty-mindedness of being a cocksleeve was more than she could've hoped for.

She had cum during the throatfucking and she hadn't known it, the sensation rocking her when she came back making her let out a shaking sob when a new wave crashed over her and went to the dark, hardwood floor.

She looked up at John, that beautiful smile and loving eyes, then to Yoshi who had a look of near childlike wonder on his face. Words escaped her, what could she say?

John lifted her up, kissing her lips, and supported her as he took off her clothes. She had forgotten all about them. Her breasts were nearly free, if it weren't for the bra. John quickly disposed of it, not caring for the pretty fabric or what designs were on it, and next was her skirt and what passed for panties. Her stockings had juices on them, but John stopped her from taking them off.

"I'm going to stain more than just your stockings. It'll be good for Yoshi to breath in tonight, don't you think?" She didn't think much, not right then, and nodded listening to her master's command.

"Yoshi, to the side of the bed. Get in a chair. I want you to watch this." Yoshi did as commanded, crawling to a chair and getting in it. John lifted Sakura up, who moaned sweetly, and laid her on the bed with her legs spread wide open.

"Please fuck me," Sakura sobbed "Please! I need it!"

John ignored her cries, instead burying his face in her sweet cunt and set to licking. Her moans hitched in her throat, becoming a cry when the sweet sensations of his long tongue danced across her pink folds and over her clit. His tongue flicked and slapped against her clit, making her breath rapidly and squirm on the bed. A whole new orgasm reached her, her neglected pussy finally feeling pleasure when she came on John's face.

She wanted to squeeze him with her legs, but his hands held them open and kept her pinned to the bed, unable to move she cried and clawed at the perfect bed sheets. John's long, expert tongue worked its way into Sakura's tight, sweet pussy a good few inches. The dexterity John could work with his tongue made Sakura cry out in her native tongue, words John couldn't understand, but the meaning behind them was obvious.

Yoshi watched, dumbfounded and fiddling with his cage. He'd been in chastity for a week, but the day was promising to be especially hard. His cock strained against the steel, wet from cum, and he whined as he began to play with his ass. He had lube, but was commanded to sit.

John took his face from Sakura's pussy and climbed over her, getting onto the bed like a predator. Sakura's gasp was full of tears, trying to catch her breath as she took in John's form over her. She looked down his body, over his chest and down his abs, and saw his massive cock twitching there aimed at her entrance.

"Oh please, please!" she weeped, she couldn't take the teasing anymore.
The smile returned. "How could I deny such a begging beauty?" With a hand, John guided his cock to Sakura's waiting cunt and began to press in. A perfect match, he didn't even need to struggle. It was a tight fit, squeezing around his cock while he worked his way in nice and slow.

She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling herself up to him and half moaning half crying into his neck, feeling her lower half be lifted by John's strong arm, and was cradled on the bed as he worked his way deeper.
Yoshi was in heaven. Beauty no artist could capture, no philosopher could hope to ruminate on, no image would be good enough. The joy he could feel emnating from his wife affected him too and he forgot his own need for pleasure, vicariously getting off through her experience.

Each time John thrust in and pulled out, the flare of his cock head dug out a bit more room in her cunt, stretching her open and widening it for the next thrust. She gasped, she cried, she moaned, while her pussy clenched around him and held on tight when he tried to pull out making her pussy extend a bit to hold on. In truth, John never got out of her. She held on too tight, the head too big, for him to pull out without a pop and leaving her woefully empty.

Her juices soaking both them and the bed made it an easy endeavour, but John wanted to draw it out for all three of them. When finally he was just about to reach her limit, he bottomed out and his balls pressed against her pussy. She squealed in ecstasy, crying out and shaking against John's might. With the limit reached, he finally began the long, drawn out thrusts and quickened pace. Moaning like a whore with every thrust in, Sakura felt herself being fucked into the bed. The very bed she and Yoshi had tried to have sex in after their wedding night.

Yoshi.

She had the presence of mind to look over at her husband and their eyes met. Information passed between them in an instant, the joy of the situation, the unmitigated pleasure (on her part, his was slightly hampered by the lack of lube), the heat, the smell, the sound.

I love you. She thought it first, then mouthed it. Then said it, aimed at her husband, with a wide smile who returned the gesture. She turned her head to John whose moans, grunts and even low growls emnated through the room and she caressed his face, bringing his view to hers. "I love you!" She said, tears of joy streaming down her face when she buried John in a kiss. John, driven by primal instinct, lust and adoration, took the position further and put Sakura into a mating press. Her flexibility paid off as she let her legs go behind her arms and John's hands reached down to grasp at her fat ass. He returned the kiss, the two of them lost in lust.

Nothing existed outside of the two of them in that moment, Sakura was John's and John was hers. With every thrust, John's hips met Sakura's and the sound was plap, plap, plap mixed with loud squishing, her cunt juicy and red from the assault. It continued until John thrust in as deep as he could, burying Sakura into the bed and himself as deeply into her as he could. All three knew what was happening.

John groaned loud, leg muscles tensing as he tried to force more of himself into Sakura, and released a massive, sticky load into Sakura's depths. Her scream was silent, but her expression was loud, when she felt the already considerable fullness become overwhelming.

His balls formed a seal, the head of his cock forming another, and Sakura's womb was overtaken by John's white cum. He shaked, he spasmed, he growled in primal lust as he kissed her head and clawed at her shoulders, his gaze came to Yoshi who was sweaty, panting, and a mess.

Their gazes met and Yoshi felt his whole body heat up when that primal monster inside John made the message loud and clear: MINE.

Yoshi found no heart to fight. He didn't want to.

They had found their master.

He smiled.