After stroking the sides of her pussy until the lips were prominently erect, Shy Guy directed Melissa to dip her hand inside and bring out some of the milky mixture. In the light it had more of a translucent color, with globs of thick cum intermixed with Melissa's more watery juices. At Shy Guy's order, she first inhaled the musky odor, as though sampling a fine wine. Then she placed a little behind each ear, as though it were an expensive perfume. And then he had her lick it off each finger, pausing often to make sure that she got the full taste of it. Though she'd licked used cum and her juices off their dicks many times, now it seemed much more raunchy and demeaning. And that showed on her face.

Which might be why she made her next mistake. Instead of waiting for her next orders, she wiped her hand off on the sheets, an indiscretion which Shy Guy noticed immediately.

"Now I don't remember telling you to do that," Shy Guy admonished, a lecherous grin on his face. "Looks like it's time for another punishment."

Taking the coin from the desk, he flipped it into the air, and everyone watched as it landed on the mattress right between my wife's legs. "All right, bad girl. What's the call?"

"Tails, Master," she replied dutifully.

"Ahhh, good. An extra fuck. So nice of you to volunteer to spread your legs for us another time. Now, since you seemed to enjoy your last meal so much, I think we should try it again. So spread your legs some more, Liss, and tell me what you want."

"I want to eat some more cum."

"Not very convincing, my dear. And you forgot to call me 'Master'. That's another punishment."

Though she obviously didn't agree with this ruling, Melissa bit her tongue as Shy Guy flipped the coin again, this time causing it to land right on her belly.

"What is it, my honey pot?"

"It's heads, Master. Heads."

"Nice. An extra fuck and an extra blow job. You're being very generous with your body. Now if you would be so kind as to reach down into your hot little honey pot and dig out some of that nectar, I'm going to let you lick it off my big, ol' dick."

Spreading her legs wide, I watched as Melissa stuck three whole fingers deep into her cunt, wiggled them around, and withdrew them covered in cum and juice. This she smoothed onto Shy Guy's twitching cock and tight, hard balls. Pulling her flat on her back with the leash, he straddled her head, and directed her to lick every inch of his balls and dick. Before she could begin, several large globs trickled down onto her face, clinging to her flushed skin as though glued there. I could tell she longed to brush them away, but knew she'd face another punishment. Instead, she grasped Shy Guy's buttocks in her hands, and lifted her head to work. With his cock being so long and stiff, it was hard for her to keep her head up. So she asked permission to pause several times, repositioning herself to get the best access to his cum-slicked tool. Soon he was nearly clean, but he enjoyed it so much he ordered her to dip deep inside again. This time her fingers didn't come out nearly as wet, and it only took a few minutes to lick his dick clean. "Looks like it's time to replenish the honey pot!" he declared, hooking his fingers in her collar and dragging her to her feet.

Pulling her along, he roughly laid her out on the desk, spreading her legs wide and placing his diamond-hard cock at the entrance to my wife's pussy. This time, Melissa was facing away from me, and all I could see of her was her tits sticking up in the air. Beyond that, his stiff cock lay pointing straight at me like a poised rattlesnake, ready to strike at any moment. Pinioning her legs up against his chest, he spread my wife wide open, the camera zooming in on her inviting, wet hole. I watched on screen as his massive cock slowly slid into the depths, her pussy lips gaping wider and wider to engulf his width. Inch by inch he put it in her, causing her to gasp as he once again went deeper than anyone had ever been. Finally his balls were wedged against her ass cheeks, as he notched himself in to the very hilt. Melissa's hands grasped the edge of the desk, as though bracing herself for the coming storm. And like a hurricane hitting the coast, Shy Guy pounded her with sudden ferocity. Pistoning in and out of my wife's sopping wet cunt, he quickly built up a devastating rhythm. On every stroke, he would pull his cock almost all the way out, and then slam it back home, tunneling down until his pelvis crashed into hers, sending her skidding back on the desktop.

His cock filled her so completely that I imagined on every up-stroke he was creating enough suction to draw the very essence out of her body. He did, in fact, suction a great deal of her cunt juices out, slathering his dick and streaming out around her pussy. For several minutes he punished my wife with his rock-hard hammer, her legs locked against his chest, her arms searching for any purchase. Every movement jiggled her tits, and I could tell by the angle that her clit wasn't getting any direct stimulation. This was all for him; she was just a convenient hole.

Finally, without pausing at all, he grunted loudly, and shot his semen very, very deep into my precious wife's pussy. It was impossible to tell how many spurts he got off, as he kept on stroking for another minute or so, before releasing her legs and climbing atop her, his cock still enjoying its hot, velvety home. His lips sought hers, and he gave her a long, languorous kiss; but she didn't return it as she had earlier. Rolling off her at last, his cock slid out with a soft, wet sound. Hardly any cum clung to it at all, so tight was the fit in her pussy. Still, she licked it clean, and was rewarded by a few shining white drops of cum, which he squeezed out of his now limpening dick. As the camera zoomed in for an ultra-close-up, she touched the tip of her tongue to the cum drops, flattening them, before engulfing the whole head in her mouth and sucking it dry.

Throughout it all, Smoothy had been sitting in the corner, watching intently and stroking his own cock. Now he stood and went to the control room, seeming to look straight at me before retrieving the manila envelope. Back in the studio he called his friends over to one side, where they whispered and gestured animatedly for a few minutes. Meanwhile, Melissa lay exhausted on top of the desk, her pussy beet red and covered with cum, her nipples just softening, and her entire body smeared with a patina of rapidly drying sweat, cum, chocolate and whipped cream.