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Stories by Robert Anthony

2017 - Once a Month - Part 3  NEW!
2017 - A Broken Marriage Redefined  NEW!
2017 - A Parting Gift?  NEW!
2017 - Slutty Penny  NEW!
2017 - Jessica at the Finishing School 
2017 - Katrina Enjoys Her Cuckold Slave 

2016 - Do You Think I'm Evil?

2015 - Girls Talk
2015 - Frustration
2015 - Punishing Scott's Balls

2014 - Once a Month - Part Two
2014 - Strap-On Submission
2014 - Daniel Strokes for his Mistress

2013 - Katherine's New Game

2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part One
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Two
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Three
2012 - Unfinished Femdom Cave Book - Part Four

2011 - A New Approach to an Old Problem
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH1
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH2
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH3
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH4
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH5
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH6
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH7
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH8
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH9
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH10
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH11
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH12
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH13
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH14
2011 - Everything Has a Price - CH15
2011 - Oliver Accepts His Place
2011 - Once a Month
2011 - The Conversation
2011 - The Next Step
2011 - Thirty Seven Days

2010 - A Game of Tease and Denial
2010 - A Game with Dice
2010 - More Fun with Dice
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH1
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH2
2010 - Out of Your Hands - CH3
2010 - The Longest Week
2010 - The Twelfth Day

2009 - By Invitation
2009 - Option 'A' or 'B'

2008 - Submission Time Again
2008 - The Anniversary

2006 - Owned! - CH1
2006 - Owned! - CH2
2006 - Owned! - CH3
2006 - Owned! - CH4
2006 - Owned! - CH5
2006 - Owned! - CH6
2006 - Owned! - CH7
2006 - Owned! - CH8

2003 - You'll Get Your Reward
2003 - Your Choice

1999 - Domination at Home
1999 - Mistress Claudia's Cumslut


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Once a Month - Part Three (written July 2017)

November 7th

James really couldn’t take much more, it was becoming impossible now. He wanted to stick it out, but it was getting so that every time Janie touched him he felt like he would explode. Worse still, his self-control was wavering and he knew he had to tell her before it was too late.

“Janie…” he said apprehensively. “I really need to talk to you.”

Janie closed her book, placed it on the arm of the sofa and turned to face him.

“Okay… what would you like to talk about?”

She smiled at him sweetly, from his demeanour she was pretty sure this was going to have something to do with his extended period of chastity and how hard it was getting now that he was well into four months with no relief whatsoever.

“I… I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he began. “I mean… I know it was my idea, and I know I made you a promise, but it’s just getting so hard now. Every time you touch me I feel like I want to pull away, because I know I’m going to be on the edge so quickly and…”

Janie’s expression changed slightly.

“Okay James, but if you want to talk about this I want you on the floor… on your knees, please.”

James shifted uncomfortably and hesitated long enough for Janie to arch an eyebrow. It was enough to motivate him to move and he sank down onto the floor between her legs.

“The thing is,” he began again. “I don’t think I can trust myself anymore… it’s so difficult and I worry that sooner or later I’m going to give in to temptation and just do it myself. I don’t want to, I really don’t, but it’s getting so hard now…”

Janie looked down at her husband and spread her legs a little wider, his suffering was making her pussy wet and she reached down and slowly slid her skirt up to reveal her naked slit. Then she reached forward and pulled James’s head down between her legs and watched as he inhaled her delicious fragrance and shuddered. She knew he would be hard already, and she loved it.

“You’ve done so well for me James, I’m very proud of you, and I really appreciate you telling me this rather than waiting until it’s too late.”

Janie reached down between her legs and allowed her fingers to slide inbetween the folds of her wet pussy, then offered them to James’s mouth and watched as he licked and sucked each digit clean.

“When you came to me with this idea I thought you were crazy, that you’d never stick it out… but by your suffering you’ve shown me how much you worship me and for that I am truly grateful. This past ten months has been so good, I would never have believed it could be so amazing having you desperate and completely focused on me and my needs… and I’m afraid I don’t know if I’m willing to give that up, I know I don’t want to and I hope you don’t want me to either…”

James shook his head slowly, the scent of Janie’s delicious pussy surrounding him and making his cock throb and ache incessantly.

“But I agree, perhaps we need to find a way to make this a little easier for you… if you’re really suffering so much that you’re afraid you might take matters into your own hands.”

Janie reached down and pulled her husband’s head firmly between her thighs, opening them wider still as she felt his lips and tongue slide against her wet lips.

“Mmmmm… yes, lick my pussy, you love that don’t you…?”

James groaned as his tongue swirled around her lips and gently brushed against her clit.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment to come, waiting for you to come to me like this, to tell me that you can’t take it anymore… that you’re so desperate that you’ll do anything…”

Janie was rubbing her pussy against his face as he licked her now, willing him to bring her off faster and harder.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I don’t want this to end at New Year’s…”

James glanced up but continued to lick his wife’s pussy.

“Oh, don’t worry… I won’t try to trick you out of your next orgasm, I can’t wait to see you cum after five long, hard months of denial. But I don’t want to give this up after that, I want next year to be even better… for both of us. I know you love the feeling of being denied and desperate, I know you love it when I’m mean to you, when I deny you and cum on your tongue anyway… it was hard at first, to be cruel and selfish, but now… now I love it. I really love it, and you love it too don’t you?”

James groaned in agreement again, his cock aching with need and feeling impossibly hard.
Janie stopped talking then as she concentrated on the pleasure she was feeling between her legs, a year ago she would never have dreamed of acting this way, of having her husband kneel in front of her and pulling his face between her legs to eat her pussy. She had changed so much and she didn’t ever want to go back to being the ‘good’ wife she used to be.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Uuugh, yes… there, oh… that’s soooo good.”

The tip of James’ tongue worked rhythmically as he slid two fingers into his wife’s soaking hole, swirling inside her as she moved against him, her muscles tightening like a coiled spring as she neared her climax.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuh, yessssss!” moaned Janie, the precipice approaching as she contemplated what she was about to tell him.

“I want to…. I want to lock your cock… I want to own your cock… I need to own it and… truly… make it… mine.”

Janie was gasping for breath now and James focused his attention on her aching clit. It only took a few more seconds and then Janie’s body bucked hard, threatening to break the contact, but James held her tight and pushed her well over the edge into one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever seen her have.

Janie collapsed back onto the sofa, shattered and fighting for every breath. She couldn’t believe she’d finally said it and the effect saying it had had on her.

James relinquished his grip and moved back a little, gazing upon the beautiful sight of his sated wife and fighting the urge to squeeze his cock through his trousers. It had been a miracle he hadn’t cum when she had and he knew the slightest touch, even an indirect touch, might be more than he could take.

After a little while Janie recovered her breath and pulled herself back upright, curious to see the expression on her husband’s face after she had said what she had said.

James looked calm and… accepting? Janie leaned forward, her voice little more than a whisper.

“You want it too don’t you… your cock locked and completely under my control?”

James nodded slowly, his eyes cast down in submission. Janie leaned closer and kissed him on the lips, tasting her juices and holding him close.

“I love you so much James, I can’t imagine ever being without you.”

They continued to kiss for some time until finally Janie eased back and looked into her husband’s eyes.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

James nodded, but it was clear to Janie he needed something, anything… to relieve his ache.
Janie took his hand and stood up, James followed her lead and she led him upstairs to the bedroom where she stripped his clothes off of him and told him to kneel on the bed. As James climbed onto the bed Janie removed her own clothes and threw them over a chair, she stood in front of him then, confident in her nakedness, knowing how much he adored her and that she had him completely under her spell.

“I’m not going to let you quit on me,” she started. “And I’m not going to let you cum, not when we’ve come so far.”

James cock twitched as he looked at her gorgeous breasts and dreamed of being able to empty his balls all over them, he couldn’t even remember when he’d last been able to do that.

“Nor am I going to allow you a normal ruined orgasm… but, there is another way.”

Janie bent down and reached under the bed, she pulled out a plain cardboard box inside which was another ‘retail’ box with a clear front which displayed the items inside.

“If you’re really that desperate, then I’m going to have to fuck it out of you…”

James let out a low groan as he cock twitched again. Janie excitedly opened the second box and pulled out the strap-on and harness, then, just as she’d practised several times over the last few weeks, she quickly stepped into the straps and secured the harness around her waist.

“But first,” she said as she climbed onto the bed herself and stood upright. “You’re going to show me just how badly you want it.”

Janie moved closer.

“Come on,” she breathed. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck you and take away the ache, just a little… just enough to make it bearable, is that what you want?”

James felt almost drunk as he watched his wife looming closer, her cock protruding from her groin and heading straight for his mouth. She took hold of his head with one hand and fed the tip of her ‘cock’ between his lips.

“Suck it for me James, suck my cock and show me just how bad you need it.”

James opened his mouth willingly as Janie pushed it deeper, her pussy dripping wet as she watched her ‘cock’ force its way inside her husband’s mouth. James closed his eyes as he felt the dildo moving deeper, but Janie wanted to see his submission.

“Open your eyes James, open your eyes and look at me… that’s it, that’s so much better.”

Janie started to gently pump her cock into James’ mouth, she had been fantasizing about this for months and she couldn’t quite believe it was finally playing out, just as she’d wanted.

“Next year, when you’re locked, I’m going to be fucking your ass a lot James, you’re going to learn to love it, to crave it, to need it… you’re going to be begging me to fuck your ass, in fact I want to hear you beg now… beg James, beg me to fuck your ass with my cock?”

Janie slipped the rubber cock out of her husband’s mouth, “Go on…” she prompted.

“Please fuck my ass Janie,” whispered James, his eyes half closed again, he was completely drunk on lust for her by this time.

Janie pushed the cock back into his mouth once more and fucked his face until she heard him gag slightly and then eased back a bit.

“What a naughty little slut you are,” she teased as she pulled the strap-on out of his mouth.

“Get on your hands and knees,” she ordered.

James slid down onto all fours and he felt Janie get off the bed and then heard her open the bedside drawer. He looked to the side and saw Janie slipping a condom over and then slavering lube onto the full length of her rubber cock, it was a fairly standard size, about the same size as James’ cock in fact.
Janie saw him looking and stroked her hand up and down her shaft lewdly.

“I wanted to go bigger, but I thought we ought to start you off with something… realistic.”

She moved closer and splattered lube between his cheeks before pushing first one then two of her slender fingers inside.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” moaned James.

Janie added more lube and worked her fingers deeper, adding a third finger when she felt he could take it.

“I’m going to fuck you James, I’m going to fuck your ass and empty your balls… you want me to do that don’t you?”

“Yes, please… anything.”

Janie clambered onto the bed and moved behind her husband, his ass was well lubed now but she would still have to take it slow. She gently pressed the tip of her cock against her husband’s tight hole and applied a little pressure, at first it seemed reluctant to go in, but then his ring opened a little and she felt the first inch ease inside.

James groaned loudly now, at once wanting to push it out and pull it deeper inside his ass. Janie worked slowly, easing it in inch my inch, working it back and forth to spread the lube inside him and stretch him slowly, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt him.

“Beg me for more cock James,” teased Janie. “Beg me…”

“Please give me more,” groaned James.

“More what James?”

“More of your… cock, please…”

Janie eased another inch into her husband’s ass, he was taking it better than she’d expected and she was nearly all the way in.

“You are doing so well,” she purred.

James’ ass felt so full he couldn’t believe it, and already the pressure was building. Every movement Janie made agitated his prostate and soon it felt like he needed to pee, but he knew that wasn’t the case. Janie slowly started moving in and out, fucking him a little deeper with each stroke.

“Make sure you catch it,” she warned. “But don’t even think about touching your cock.”

James moved his hand back between his legs, a few inches from the tip of his throbbing meat. He knew it wouldn’t be long, the pressure was building quickly as Janie got into her stride with the strap-on.

“Tomorrow we’re going to order you a chastity cage… I want you ready to wear it full time after New Year’s, so you need to get used to it before that… I don’t think it will make it ache any less, but at least you won’t have to worry about cheating on me with your own hand.”

James was close to delirious, Janie was fucking him harder and harder and ramming the rubber cock right to the hilt on every stroke, he could feel the urge getting stronger and stronger until eventually he felt his cock pulsing in desperation and his warm, creamy spunk began dripping onto his fingers. Janie kept going and the cum kept pouring out of him, until finally he collapsed forward onto the bed and Janie’s cock slipped clear of his well stretched hole.

James was breathing hard and Janie took the opportunity to slide the condom off her dildo and dispose of it. She gave him a few seconds to catch his breath and then ordered him down onto the bedroom floor. He still had his hand half closed to contain most of the cum that had leaked from his swollen balls and he was careful to try not to let it drip on the sheets as he moved into position.

Janie stood right in front of him now and reached down and took his wrist, she placed his hand on the dildo in front of him, clearly intimating that he should coat it with his warm, sticky load. James shuddered as he stroked his wife’s ‘cock’ for the first time, leaving the sticky mess all over the surface of the rubber stalk.

“Lick your hand clean,” she said as she looked down at him. “Lick it clean and then you can show me how much you appreciate my cock.”


James raised his hand to his mouth and extended his tongue, he started to lick the sticky residue from his palm and fingers, all the time gazing lustfully at the cum covered dildo still strapped to his beautiful wife…

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

A BROKEN MARRIAGE REDEFINED (Written June 2017)

Divorce is never easy, and when you’ve bought a house together and your finances are entangled it’s even worse. But at least Gina and Paul never had any kids…

Paul looked at his phone, the caller ID read ‘Gina: EX Wife’, it wasn’t quite true yet but it was well on the way. Four months had passed since he’d moved out of the house they’d bought together and into a small flat around the corner from his work. Apparently Gina had moved on already and the last he heard she was banging a big guy called Mike or Mikey, or something... They remained civil but most of the negotiations were being handled by their solicitors, so Paul was a little surprised to get a direct call.

“Hi Gina, how are you?” Paul asked tentatively, wondering what had spurred her to contact him.

“Hi Paul, I’m good thanks… listen, I was wondering, could you come over to the house? Only… I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Like what?”

“Umm, well I think it would be easier to talk face to face…. could you come pretty soon?”

Paul looked at the clock, his work was finished in fifteen minutes.

“Well, I guess I could pop by in a bit…” he offered.

“Great. I’ll see you later then.”

Paul shut down the call and wondered what the hell she could want to see him for, they hadn’t seen each other since he’d moved out, and barring a few slightly awkward but generally personable phone calls they’d had almost no contact. He mulled it over in his head and then it came to him, maybe she wanted to know when he was moving the rest of his stuff out? Yeah, that must be it…. well until the divorce was settled he was stuck in his little flat, he just didn’t have the room, unless she wanted to pay for him to store it.

He got a little riled up then and snatched his phone up again, stabbing his fingers at the screen to get her back on the line so he could chew her out, but she didn’t answer.

“Dammit!” he muttered. Why did he agree to go and see her? He wasn’t her fucking husband anymore.

Well technically he was, but it was all but over and done. Paul was still a little confused about why it all fell apart so quickly, he had adored her and even as it was disintegrating around him Paul still hadn’t managed to shake his feelings for her off. Indeed, while Gina had moved on Paul hadn’t so much been on a single date, nor had he even tried. He made all the right noises when his friends told him he needed to get back on the horse, but somehow he still carried a flame for Gina and he felt it was pointless trying to find someone else until it was firmly extinguished.

He took his sweet time and arrived at the house about an hour and a half later. He walked up to his old front door and knocked. That felt odd, straight away.

“You took your time,” said Gina as she opened the door. “Something wrong?”

“No, I just had things to do,” he answered a little too abruptly.

It was only then that Paul noticed Gina was wearing nothing but a thin robe and was clearly naked underneath. He looked awkwardly at her, she was just as beautiful as he remembered and his cock stirred a little as memories of the times they’d shared came back to him.

“You look…. nice,” he said, then wished he’d kept his thoughts to himself.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I’m sorry to call you over here like this but… I wanted to ask a massive favour.”

“Oh?”

Now it was Gina’s turn to look slightly on the back foot.

“Come in then…”

Paul stepped into his old house and looked around.

 “So… it’s not about my stuff then?”

“What?”

“My stuff. I presumed you wanted to know when I was moving the rest of my stuff out.”

“No, no it’s not that…”

“Oh… well, good.”

“No you can leave it as long as you like, it’s not a problem, there’s plenty of room here after all.”

Paul bit his tongue to stop himself from saying something sarcastic, but he stared hard at the back of her head as he followed her into their lounge.

“Right, okay… so what did you want to see me about?”

Gina looked a little sheepish.

“Well, this is going to sound awfully cheeky, but… you know about Mike I presume?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, my sister’s got a mouth on her hasn’t she, that was never going to stay private for long… ah well, whatever. Water under the bridge.”

Gina turned and walked over to the sofa. Paul couldn’t help but notice her bare legs, so sexy, smooth and soft, he’d always loved her legs… in fact he’d always loved every inch of her body.

“So,” she said, sitting down on the leather sofa. “What about you, are you seeing anyone?”

“Not yet,” said Paul. He decided to stay standing, and kept his distance a little as well.

“I guess it will happen sooner or later,” he added, trying not to give away his true feelings on the matter.

“Oh really, no one night stands or anything…?”

“Well, I haven’t really had time…”

Gina crossed her legs and her robe shifted to reveal the full length of her beautiful thigh.

“And do you… do you still think about me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you still think about me, sometimes?”

“Well, I guess so… I mean, we were together a long while, so…”

“Do you think about me when you’re… you know?”

Paul didn’t think that was any of her God damned business frankly.

“Err, I….”

Gina uncrossed her legs and let them open a little, the robe was loosely tied and every movement exposed a little more of Gina’s alluring skin.

“It’s okay, if you do… I think about you sometimes.”

“Do you?” exclaimed Paul, he wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh-huh, sometimes…”

Gina licked her lips and allowed her robe to slip open just a little more.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Paul was finding it difficult to concentrate on their conversation now, as his cock was slowly starting to harden.

“You see, the thing is, I…. I don’t quite know how to say this, but….”

Paul tore his eyes away from her enticing body  and looked her straight in the eyes, was she about to ask him to give their marriage another shot? He doubted it, but the conversation seemed to be heading in that direction.

“I… I miss when… I miss when you used to use your… tongue on me.” Gina finally managed to spit it out.

Paul looked slightly puzzled. This he was not expecting. At all.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way, I mean, I’m not asking for us to get back together or anything, I think we both know that would be a mistake, and obviously there’s the situation with Mike to consider”.

Paul couldn’t quite believe this, had she seriously asked him to come round to lick her pussy. He didn’t know whether to feel proud or supremely offended. He settled on proud… and slightly cocky.

“Oh, so Mikey’s not quite doing it for you…” he asked with a wry smile.

Gina allowed herself a second to gather her thoughts.

“Mike is great, he’s in amazing shape and his cock is…. well, it’s pretty big to be honest.”

The smile fell sharply from Paul’s face.

“A lot bigger than yours anyway…”

Paul took on a belligerent look, but he couldn’t stop himself from picturing Gina’s pussy impaled on Mike’s big, thick cock.

“And he does make me cum… most of the time. But, it’s not quite the same as when it was with you. He doesn’t love my pussy like you did, or maybe still do…”

Paul shifted awkwardly, he would happily crawl over broken glass to taste Gina’s gorgeous pussy again, but he had to at least try and maintain a little dignity.

“So you thought you’d call me and have me come all the way over here, just to lick your pussy?”

Paul looked at her incredulously, painfully aware of the bulge in his trousers that she couldn’t fail to have noticed as well.

“Well, when you put it like that Paul, I guess I did…”

Gina moved a little and exposed a little more of herself, Paul was helpless as he tried to resist looking down between her thighs at her beautiful, smoothly shaved slit.

“And what about Mike? Does he know about this?”

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way, for the moment.”

Paul glanced down to see that her robe had opened further still and now he could clearly see her pussy. Although he hated to admit it, he’d been thinking of nothing else but her delicious cunt for the last four months. Literally every time he jerked off his thoughts always returned to Gina’s slippery, wet hole and how much he used to love licking it and making her cum.

“You’ve missed it haven’t you,” said Gina, opening her legs to give him a better view. “You adored my pussy when we were together, perhaps you still dream about tasting it again?”

“I….”

“It’s okay Paul, nobody needs to know… besides, Mike probably has other girls on the go for all I know. We’re fucking, that’s all… I don’t want a permanent relationship, I haven’t sorted out the last one yet…”

Gina slowly opened her thighs still further and allowed him to gaze at her pussy properly, it looked so pink, slippery and wet. Paul licked his lips, the last vestiges of dignity and restraint abandoning him in droves.

“Please Paul, you’re the only one who knows how I like it… you still love me enough to want me to be happy don’t you?”

Paul hesitated and then slowly moved forward, the sight of her pussy was absolutely intoxicating and even though he knew this was a terrible idea he couldn’t help himself. He slowly moved between her legs and knelt on the carpet. He could smell her musk now and the smell brought back so many good memories…

“That’s a good boy, you know you want it too…”

Paul leaned closer and ran his tongue up the side of her pussy lips. Gina shivered and arched her back trying to move her clit to his tongue, but Paul wasn’t playing ball and kept moving his tongue around, keeping her guessing. He’d make her cum alright, but she’d have to wait until he was ready.

Suddenly, Paul realised something was different… her pussy tasted strange, not quite as he remembered, it was almost as if…

“You can taste it can’t you?” teased Gina.

Paul looked up at her, and his cock throbbing insistently.

“Does it taste like you thought it would? I mean, I’m sure you must have thought about it over the last few months… what with your little cuckold fantasies and everything.”

Paul stopped licking her for a second.

“How did you know about that?” he asked, worriedly.

“How do you think? I didn’t know how to bring it up with you so in the end I tried to ignore it.”

Paul glowered at her.

“So what you searched my laptop?”

“Yeah, pretty much… but don’t worry I haven’t told anyone. Not even Mike.”

Paul was pissed but he couldn’t sustain his anger with Gina’s inviting and used pussy just inches away from his face.

“I presume you’d like to keep it that way?”

Paul nodded slowly and Gina pressed her pussy forwards, prompting him to return to his task.

“That’s it, you are sooo good with your tongue…”

So at last she knew at least something of his fantasies, but how much did she read and how far into his private space did she venture?

“If I could find a man with Mike’s cock and your tongue, I would die a very happy woman,” she said breathlessly.

Paul pressed his tongue further between her lips and felt them part easily, she seemed a lot looser than when he’d been the only one fucking her.

“Umm yeah, that feels so nice, Mike stretched me good huh?”

Paul groaned into her pussy and was rewarded by a stream of warm, creamy cum pooling onto his tongue. Gina moaned and arched her back again.

“Clean it, clean it all up for me,” she moaned.

Paul obediently allowed the creamy fluid to slide down his throat for the first time, his humiliation was complete and his cocked ached like he’d never known before.

“Get the rest of it,” Gina purred. “Eat it all out of me, I know you want to… you’ve dreamed about this haven’t you, slurping another man’s hot, sticky cum from your wife’s well fucked cunt.”
Gina leaned forward and pushed her fingers into his hair, fixing on his head and holding it firmly in place.

“Maybe if you’d told me this before we could have worked something out. I mean, you’re not a bad guy, quite sweet really… maybe if you’d have admitted your little fantasy and allowed me to fuck other men… real men, with big hard cocks who want to pin me to the bed and fuck me hard and deep… like you never have, maybe then we could have stayed together.”

Paul groaned into her groin, his skilful tongue working energetically.

“Would you have liked that Paul? Would you have liked to watch other men fucking me, pounding me… holding me down and taking my pussy and ass? Would you? Would you have licked me clean every time, no matter what? I think you would…”

Paul’s cock was painfully hard and constricted now and he worked tirelessly, desperate to feel her buck and cum, just like she used to when she was his.

“Yes Paul, my ‘tight little ass’ isn’t quite so tight anymore, not since Mike fucked it with his big cock… I mean, you never got anywhere with that did you… but Mike, well... the difference between you and Mike is that Mike didn’t ask or beg, he just took what he wanted… and I gave it to him.”

Paul pictured Gina’s tight little ass stretching around Mikey’s oversized cock.

“I wished you’d been here,” she teased. “When he did it, when he took my ass and made it his. I won’t lie, it hurt to start with, but after a while… Oh My God. He filled me so full of cum Paul, and you could have watched… and cleaned me afterwards.”

Paul was trying to concentrate but Gina was making it so hard for him.

“Well Paul… would you? Would you have cleaned my cum filled ass after he finished using me?”

“Yes,” groaned Paul. “Yes I would.”

“And what about the others Paul, what about all the other men I could have fucked when I was with you, would you have cleaned up their messes as well?”

“Yes… yes.”

“And what else would you have done Paul, would you have cleaned their cocks too? Cleaned their dirty, sweaty, pussy-juice covered cocks and balls too, like a Good - Little - Slut.”

“Yes Gina…” whispered Paul as he slipped two fingers inside her loose, slippery cunt and worked his fingertips against her G-spot.

“Mmm, yeah… that’s it,” moaned Gina. “That’s soooo fucking good. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop until I cum.”

Paul’s tongue went into overdrive around Gina’s aching clit and she writhed her hips, rubbing her cunt against him as he licked her.

“God yes, I want to see you do it Paul, I want to watch you debase yourself for me. Oh fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Paul knew from experience exactly how to push her over the edge. He pushed a third finger inside her to get it wet and then pushed it down so that it pressed against her asshole. What he didn’t expect was how easily it slid inside her previously tight rosebud.

“Oh fuuuuuuuuck!” screamed Gina as she spasmed hard and came hard on Paul’s agile tongue. 

“Fuck, fuck…. Oh God, fuck!”

Gina came harder than she had in months, then gradually came down from her orgasmic high and eventually fell still - collapsed back on the sofa. Paul continued to gently lick around her delicious pussy and along her inner thighs, his cock was like iron, but he felt weird about touching it… almost as if he needed her permission or something.

“Oh fuck, your tongue is just as good as I remember it, thank you sweetheart, that was incredible.”

Paul was thrown a bit, she hadn’t called him sweetheart in an age.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe how wet this sofa is, I came so fucking hard…”

Paul smiled, rather proud that he had managed to impress her all over again.

“And now perhaps we need to take care of you, eh?”

Paul felt embarrassed now, but his cock was insanely hard and he was desperate to cum.

“Come on, get up and get those trousers off.”

Paul self-consciously rose to his feet and peeled down his trousers, his average cock standing out straight and bulging his boxer shorts. Gina’s hand fell between her thighs, idly toying with her pussy as she watched him.

“Come on,” she teased. “Let me see your little cock.”

Paul peeled his boxers down and presented his 6” cock, it looked so small to Gina now that she was used to Mike’s impressive meat.

“Kneel down and stroke for me,” said Gina. “Stroke it and cum for me.”

Paul grabbed his cock and started to pump it firmly. Gina looked down at him, smiling. She looked sexier than he could ever remember and he thought he would do just about anything she asked of him.

“My pussy is so wrecked Paul… Mike’s cock has ruined it, even if I let you put your little cock inside of me I don’t think either of us would feel a thing.”

Paul groaned as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“That’s it sweetheart, stroke that dick for me, are you going to cum for me and lick it up like a good little Cuck-boy?”

“Yes,” moaned Paul.

“I want you to cum all over my beautiful pussy, all over the pussy that you can’t stop thinking about… you need my pussy don’t you, you need to taste it, clean it and make it cum, nothing else will do, will it?”

“Oh yeah…” groaned Paul as he humped his hand.

He moved closer and jerked his cock as hard as he could, a few seconds passed and then a huge spurt of cum erupted from the head of his cock and spattered across Gina’s slippery, wet, well-used cunt. Another couple of spurts followed, but failed to reach their target.

“Come on,” said Gina. “Don’t waste all that lovely cum, lick it up for me, lick my beautiful pussy clean of all the mess you made. That’s it, I knew you would love this too… you’re going to be doing this a lot now Paul, you know that don’t you?”

Paul looked up at her, the taste of his own cum still dripping from his tongue and made a decision that would define the rest of his life.

“Yes Mistress,” said Paul for the first time.


Gina laughed and pulled his head deeper, “I like the sound of that, now make me cum again slut, I’ve missed this sooo much.”

Saturday, 17 June 2017

A PARTING GIFT (Written in June 2017)

It wasn’t difficult to pinpoint the moment it started to go wrong, at least not in Sam’s mind. He’d been dating Ellie for a good while and things were getting serious between them, very serious indeed. There was talk of marriage, mostly from her side to be fair, but still – the question was out there. Which would have been fine, they were both coming up to the big 3-0 after all, what better time to settle down and move onto the next stage in their lives?

But then the doubts started, and Sam came to the conclusion that if he was going to marry Ellie, then he needed to come clean about his… unconventional desires. And so one day he sat her down and poured his heart out, he told her how much he loved her and how he wanted to be with her, but he had to come clean about his fantasies.

Ellie listened as he told her how he fantasised about being dominated by her, how he thought about her making him lick her pussy when he’d cum inside her, how he wanted to be teased and denied… even how he dreamed about watching her with someone else. It didn’t go well. She didn’t say much, it just kind of hung in the air like a bad smell… thereafter they both acted like it had never happened, hoping it would fade away, never to be mentioned again. But that never works, does it? Sam felt stupid, he wished he’d never said anything, sex became infrequent, awkward and unrewarding as they both tried to act as if everything was normal, but it was impossible.

Clearly the damage was done, Ellie became distant and the marriage talk stopped. It was clear she was disconnecting gradually and then one night they both just realised they needed to move on. They behaved impeccably, no arguments or recriminations, just a measured acceptance that this wasn’t going to work out. Sam moved his stuff into the spare room and they co-existed as friends, he was looking for somewhere to go but was slowly coming to realise that his only real option was home to his parents. The thought of it sent chills down his spine, how could he have fucked all this up so badly and so quickly?

Three weeks down the line it was clearly time to move on, Sam got home to find Ellie ready to go out. She looked stunning and he felt like the biggest idiot on God’s Earth. She moved around the flat in her 4” heels, her toned legs taunting him from under her little black dress. Someone was going to be hitting that tonight and it wasn’t going to be him, he told himself. Ellie heard the taxi beep outside and walked past Sam towards the door, she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous, long blond hair cascading down her back.

“I’ll see you… later, maybe…” she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Yeah, okay… have a good time,” he said, struggling to force the words out of his throat.

Ellie turned and Sam listened as her heels clacked down the stairs to the waiting taxi, he’d never felt so alone in his life. He slumped on the sofa for the first two hours of the evening, unable to think about anything but Ellie. It dawned on him slowly that this was what it felt like to be cuckolded, waiting alone while another man fucks your wife… he snapped himself out of it, Ellie wasn’t his wife, she was a free agent and so was he, except… she was the only one who was out there looking. Besides, she was beautiful, but that didn’t mean she was going to let just anyone fuck her… would she?

He turned to drink, it seemed the obvious answer and by midnight he was in bed, a half empty bottle of vodka on the bedside table. Everything would look better in the morning, he told himself. Beating himself up wasn’t the answer, just accept it and move on, that’s the spirit. Eventually he found peace in sleep.

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It was nearly 3am when he woke up, there was someone in the flat… he looked to the door and saw the light underneath. It took him a minute and then he remembered, it was Ellie coming home. He gave a huge sigh and turned over, the light went out and there was silence for a while. It must have been about ten minutes later when he heard his door creaking open, he had almost got back to sleep but the spare room door was notoriously squeaky and Ellie wasn’t the quietest of drunks.

He felt the covers move and Ellie got into the bed next to him, she mumbled something incoherent in his ear and he turned to face her in the dark. She was naked and his cock was already starting to harden. Sam couldn’t speak, he didn’t want to break the moment. He thought he’d felt her skin for the last time and now here she was lying next to him naked. She reached out her hand and found his cock, within seconds he was rock hard. Again she mumbled something he couldn’t understand as she began to stroke his aching dick.

Her head went under the covers and he felt her lips close around his prick.

“Oh fuuuuuck…” he moaned as she swirled her tongue around his meat. Ellie had a gift for drunken, sloppy blowjobs and she was giving it everything tonight.

Sam reached down and played with the girl’s hair as she sucked him, but after a few minutes he felt her shift beneath the covers and straddle him. He felt her pussy brush against the tip of his cock and he tried to push upwards but she moved with him, keeping herself just out of reach.

“Yeeudungettofuckmenoow,” she sighed incoherently. “Sumonelsedud... wannasee?”

Ellie slid up his body and planted her pussy right above his face, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and in the moonlight he could just make out her beautiful, smooth pussy. Ellie moved it closer still and Sam inhaled the scent of her juices, only this time he smelt something else as well. Another man’s cum.

Before he could think or react, Ellie slid her pussy onto his mouth and ground it against his lips until his mouth slowly opened and his tongue slid out to taste her. Sam’s cock was throbbing like it never had before as his fantasies started to come to life right before his eyes. Ellie reached down and used her fingers to gouge more cum from deep inside her well used cunt, pushing them into his mouth as he sucked and licked them clean.

“Tastheguudyheah?” she slurred. “Jushlikeuwanned.”

Sam couldn’t answer, this felt unreal… as if he was dreaming and one wrong word from him would bring it to a devastating end. Ellie slid back down his torso, her slippery cunt lips sliding either side of his throbbing stalk and then she moved sideways, off of him and out of the bed. She didn’t say another word, but as she walked towards the door he heard a giggle.

Sam heard her close her bedroom door and threw the covers back. His hand reached down and encircled his cock, pumping hard as he replayed every last second of what had just happened to him over and over again in his mind. He didn’t last long and soon his cock erupted a huge load, splashing all the way up to his neck, such was the violence of his orgasm.

As his breathing returned to normal he started to wonder what it all meant, was it a parting gift from his beautiful ex, or the start of something else?


Friday, 16 June 2017

SLUTTY PENNY (Written June 2017)

Glenn looked at his watch for the third time since he’d joined the queue at the bar. He hated this place, it was always so busy and it took forever to get a drink. But for some reason Penny liked it. God knows why, it was a pick-up joint and not much more, and they were the oldest people in the place. He stared around the bar at all the people, no one he could see was within ten years of him, but then Penny was a bit younger, and she looked younger still, she could probably still pull in a place like this no problem.
He leaned as far away from the bar as he dared to check on her, and noticed her talking to a good looking lad. Glenn wasn’t an unduly jealous man, but in recent times he’d began to feel a bit uneasy about their relationship. Something wasn’t quite right and it was beginning to bother him. He knew he’d taken his eye off the ball a bit, and he felt bad about it, but he didn’t seem to be able to get his head back where it needed to be.
He glanced over again and saw Penny had her phone out, but the guy was still there talking… was she taking his number?
‘Don’t jump to conclusions’ he told himself. There could be a reasonable explanation, and the last thing you want to do is ruin the evening by being a hot headed dick.
Finally Glenn got served and wandered back around the corner holding the two glasses, she really did look amazing tonight, and he couldn’t really blame that lad for being attracted to her. He arrived back at the table to see Penny alone and her phone laying on the high table she was perched at.
“Okay?” He asked.
“Great,” she said, taking the glass of wine from him and raising it to her lips.
“Sorry I was so long, it’s always a nightmare in here.”
“That’s okay, I was… just checking my phone.”
Glenn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. He looked around the room and spied the lad Penny had been talking to with a group of guys.
“Let’s dance,” said Penny, grabbing her phone from the table and pulling Glenn onto the crowded dancefloor.
Glenn didn’t like dancing much, it didn’t help that he was rubbish at it, so he spent the whole time praying for the song to end. While they were dancing he saw the lad again, standing on the fringes, checking out his wife as she danced. As the music continued Penny noticed him and kept glancing over to see if he was still looking at her… Glenn was starting to get annoyed, but he kept his composure. No point ruining their night out, but it was starting to get to him.
After the song ended Glenn excused himself to go to the toilet, he glanced back over his shoulder to see Penny dancing to the next song and looked at his watch again, ‘not too much longer’ he thought and we can get out of here.
As Glenn stood at the urinal he could hear heavy breathing and moaning coming from the cubicle behind him, someone was getting lucky tonight. He thought about Penny out there on the dancefloor alone, and started to worry.
Re-entering the main room Glenn moved along the fringes of dancefloor, Penny was still there dancing, and of course so was the lad. Right in front of her, far too close for Glenn’s liking. His fists clenched as he watched them moving together, closer and closer until inevitably they kissed. It took every ounce of self-restraint he had for Glenn not to fly into the fray and start a fight. But he wasn’t stupid, the lad was with friends and they would just as surely pile in if he started anything. But Glenn knew he had to nip this in the bud, even if he had to wait until they got home.
Penny broke the kiss and looked around, as if checking she hadn’t been seen, while the lad scurried off back to the edge of the room and his waiting, cheering friends.
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The night came to an end and Penny and Glenn rode the taxi home in near silence. He was furious and now that the alcohol was wearing off a little and the heat of the club was fading, Penny was nervous and awkward. What if Glenn had seen her, it was such a stupid thing to do, to risk their marriage, and for what? She picked up her phone and then put it down again, she would delete the lad’s number as soon as she could…
They arrived home and locked the door behind them, the house was warm and Glenn threw his jacket over one of the armchairs. Penny made for the stairs, but the sound of Glenn’s voice halted her in her tracks.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
Penny turned, doing her best to look innocent, but failing miserably. She looked nervous now, and she turned to face him.
“I was just going to get my make-up off…”
Glenn stood there with his arms crossed and his lips pursed, he was clearly annoyed.
“Don’t bother.”
Penny was worried now and she stood routed to the spot until he spoke again.
“Come here.”
Penny inched slowly and nervously towards him.
“Strip,” he said, firmly.
“Huh?” responded Penny.
“You heard me. And I suggest you get a move on, unless you want to go over my knee.”
Penny swallowed hard, then bent down to undo her high heeled strappy sandals.
“Not the shoes, you can leave them on.”
Penny looked up at her husband, unsure as to what he was about to say or do next.
“Come on, we don’t have all night.”
Penny slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor, Glenn was moving around the room now, appraising her from different angles it seemed.
“And the rest,” he snapped. “Get it off.”
Penny unhooked her bra and let it fall from her arms, then self-consciously peeled her knickers down her thighs and off over her shoes.
“That’s better,” he said.
Penny instinctively tried to cover herself as best she could, but Glenn wasn’t having it.
“Move your arms, in fact put your hands on your head so I can see your tits properly.”
Penny slowly lifted her arms and placed her hands on her head as instructed, while Glenn paced around her in a circle.
“I suppose I can’t blame him for wanting to fuck you, I mean you’re still very fuckable… even if you are old enough to be his mother.”
Penny started to say something but thought better of it, as Glenn moved around behind her.
“I don’t appreciate other men touching my property Penny, do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn,” she mumbled. “I didn’t…”
Glenn slapped her ass, hard.
“Ooooow!” cried Penny.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn,” she repeated, clearer this time.
He returned to her front and reached out his hand.
“I’m not an idiot Penny, I know I might have been neglecting you a little lately, but from now on I’m going to make sure I give you plenty of attention. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” said Penny quietly, ashamed that she had been so foolish in the club.
“Is that really what this was all about?”
“Yes,” she said again. “I’m so sorry…”
“Sorry you got caught maybe,” he said as he squeezed her left breast, until his thumb and first finger met either side of her hardening nipple.
“I suppose I should give you some credit for not trying to deny it… but maybe the whole idea was for me to see?”
“No! I was drunk… he just came to talk to me and I was… flattered I suppose.”
Glenn reached down between her legs and ran his fingers through her pubic hair.
“Do you think he’d like this?” he asked. “All the girls his age shave, I think you should too.”
“But…”
“It’s not a request Penny, I want this pussy bald by tomorrow night or I will spank you so fucking hard…”
“Okay, I’ll shave it tomorrow, I promise,” she breathed.
“That’s better, you can put your arms down now, but keep them at your sides, don’t bother playing coy with me, okay?”
Penny nodded as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them before returning them to between her legs. As he pushed inside her he was greeted by her already wet pussy and he smiled to himself.
“I like you like this, maybe you should dress this way around the house more often, then you wouldn’t be short of attention.”
Penny looked at him nervously and he smiled at her with his eyes.
“Slutty Penny, that’s what I’ll call you from now on.”
His fingers moved around inside her, stretching her pussy as she stifled a low groan.
“No it’s okay, you don’t have to pretend, I know you’re enjoying it… you’re a slut, of course you’re enjoying it.”
Penny dropped her head, her hair falling over her face and hiding her blushes, but Glenn lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“Don’t be ashamed, embrace it, in fact... I want you to crouch down right now and show me your pussy.”
Penny hesitated and looked away.
“Go on, crouch right down and spread your legs, show me that slutty wet cunt.”
Penny slowly crouched down and spread her legs as instructed, mortified but at the same time incredibly turned on.
“That’s it, now play with yourself. Go on, touch your pussy, make it feel good… pretend you’re putting on a show for your little toyboy.”
Penny’s lip trembled slightly as she reached down between her legs and found her clit, she closed her eyes as she started to rub.
“Now push your fingers inside, get them nice and wet, that’s it…”
Penny pushed two, then three fingers inside her sodden hole, coating them in her sticky, wet juices.
“Now suck them clean.”
Penny lifted her fingers up to her mouth and sucked each finger, savouring the flavour of her own pussy like a complete slut.
“Good girl, now that’s more like it. Your little toyboy would have popped his cork if he’d seen you doing that wouldn’t he?”
“I… I don’t know.” She murmured.
“Do it again, get them really wet this time.”
Penny repeated the action, drawing murmurs of approval from her watching husband.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said. “I realise that now. You need bringing to heel don’t you, otherwise this is what happens…”
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly between mouthfuls of her fingers.
Glenn smiled and moved closer, then pushed his foot between her legs, rubbing the leather upper against her sopping wet twat.
“Such a dirty girl,” he taunted her as he rubbed her pussy with his shoe. “Rub yourself against it.”
Penny rubbed her slit against her husband’s outstretched foot, groaning in lust and complete humiliation.
“Now clean it,” he barked.
Penny bent forward and licked her juices off of the polished black leather, her face as red as beet.
“Right, come here,” he ordered sternly.
Penny lifted herself up and moved over to where her husband was standing. He pushed her down onto her knees and told her to unbutton his fly.
“Take it out and suck it,” he said. “Suck my hard cock until it cums in your pretty mouth.”
Penny took Glenn’s cock into her mouth and sucked it like it was the last time she’d ever suck a cock.
“Good girl,” praised Glenn as he ran his fingers through her long dark hair and wrapped it through his fist. “Keep going.”
Penny worked his prick hard and soon Glenn starting thrusting into her mouth in rhythm with her sucking, slowly going deeper and deeper until it was as deep as he could go.
“Yes, good little slut, take that fucking dick…”
Penny groaned low in her throat as she felt his cock grow a fraction harder and he started to pump his load straight down her throat.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Take that fucking cum, take all my hot cum down your slut-throat!”
Penny continued sucking until Glenn withdrew his spent cock from her greedy mouth. He took a couple of moments while he got his breath back and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to her feet. He marched her over to the sofa and shoved her down onto her knees in front of it.
“Lean over the sofa,” he ordered, before turning and straddling her, facing the other way so that he was looking down at her ass. He reached down and grabbed her cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart and exposing her tight pink hole. He spat a gob of spittle between her cheeks and slid a finger between them, his finger sliding into her ass up to the first knuckle.
“No!” Begged Penny. “Please don’t…”
Glenn silenced her with a loud slap across her cheeks.
“Sluts don’t get to choose Penny, sluts do what they’re told.”
Penny dropped her head onto the seat cushion.
“I thought we already discussed this, but let me remind you. This….” he said grabbing her ass. “…is my property. What is it?”
“It’s your property…” Penny groaned into the cushion.
“This…” he said, dragging his fingers along her pussy lips. “And this…” he said, pressing a juice coated finger into her asshole. “Are also my property, do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn, please…”
“Be quiet!” he said as he slapped her ass again, twice on each cheek.
“Your tits and your mouth are mine as well slut, remember that.”
Penny groaned as he roughly fingered her cunt.
“Now, if you decide that one cock, my cock… isn’t enough for you in future, what are you going to do about it?”
Penny didn’t know how she was supposed to answer that.
“No? Well I’ll tell you… I know sluts like you can’t always get enough cock, so if you really want more for your slutty wet cunt and your dirty little cum-hungry mouth, you tell me and I’ll find you plenty of cocks to play with, okay?”
Glenn waited for a response and when none was forthcoming he slapped her ass hard and prompted her again.
“Okay?”
“Yes Daddy,” she said as a fresh flood of juices dripped through her pussy.
“I know plenty of guys whose wives aren’t putting out for them anymore and they’d be only too pleased to come around here and fuck the shit out of you. Hell, they’d probably pay me if I asked them to… Maybe you’d like that, maybe you like the idea of being a proper little whore for me?”
“No… Glenn, please, I don’t want….”
Penny felt the sting of her husband’s hand against her cheeks once more, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“I hear you Penny, but your cunt is dripping like a tap… so what am I supposed to believe?”
Glenn slapped her cheeks again, harder this time.
“Dirty sluts need to be punished, don’t they?”
“Yes Daddy,” moaned his wife into the cushions.
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere.”
Glenn went to town on her ass, slapping hard until her cheeks were red and burning and Penny was crying into the sofa cushion. His hand was stinging like crazy as well and he thought for a moment about sliding his belt out of its loops, but thought better of it… she’d clearly had enough already. He lifted off and turned around, unbuttoning his trousers as he knelt down behind her. His cock was hard again and he worked the tip between Penny’s sodden cunt lips.
“Beg for my cock,” he ordered.
“Please Daddy, please put it in me… please,” she pleaded.
Glenn grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, stretching her asshole then working his thumb inside.
“No…” she wailed. “Please don’t…”
Glenn slammed his cock into her wet pussy in one hard stroke and Penny cried out as she felt her hole stretched wide.
“Feels good doesn’t it slut, feels good to have your old man’s cock inside your nasty little cunt.”
“Yes,” moaned Penny as she pushed back against his throbbing prick. “Please fuck me….”
“This is your last warning Penny, you pull this shit with me again and your ass is mine, do you understand.”
“Yes Daddy, I promise…”
Glenn grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard, he’d never known her cunt so fucking wet, it was dripping down his thighs never mind hers.
“I want you to say it, so I know you understand. Tell me your ass is mine to fuck if you piss me off like this again.”
“I promise…”
“No, say it properly.”
“I promise… to let you take my ass… if I mess up again,” wailed Penny as her husband ploughed her hard.
“Come on slut, cum for Daddy… cum on Daddy’s thick cock.”
Penny arched her back as she felt her orgasm building, which only spurred him on to slam it into her harder.
“Cum on bitch, fucking cum for me now!”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming….”
Glenn reached under her and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it hard in his fist as she climaxed noisily on his hard, throbbing cock. As Penny slumped Glenn pulled his slippery cock out of her sodden hole and pressed the tip between her cheeks, working it in the groove of her ass.
“Remember, this is your last warning, I’m not putting up with your shit anymore. Now lick my cock clean…”
Penny rolled over breathlessly and Glenn straddled her, his glistening cock hanging inches from her face. He pressed it against her mouth and she licked her juices from every inch of his slippery length.
“And my balls,” he ordered. “They’re fucking soaked.”
Penny licked and sucked Glenn’s balls clean while he stroked his cock right over her face.
“Good girl, you look so pretty sucking on my balls... but I can make you prettier.”
Glenn jerked harder and faster, he wasn’t going to last much longer now.
“Open your slutty mouth, that’s it…”
Penny opened her mouth wide as Glenn’s hand became a blur.
“That’s it, stick your tongue out for Daddy’s hot cum.”
Penny pushed her tongue out as far as it would go, but Glenn had no intention of cumming in her mouth. He moved back slightly, holding back the flow as long as he could until finally he gave into it and ropes of cum exploded from his cock, splattering her face, neck and flying into her hair. As he finished cumming he shoved his angry, red meat into her mouth and milked the last drops onto her tongue.
“Now you look like a proper slut,” he said. “And don’t forget, I want that cunt shaved by tomorrow night.”
He reached down and slapped her across her tits a couple of times then pulled away and left her there, exhausted… drenched in sweat, cum and her own juices.