My face twists in an evil grimace. I buck my hips forward slightly, but I’m careful not to let myself slip off the chair’s edge. I can hear him slurping, I don’t need to look down to see his wet lips sliding over the shaft of my hard rubber strap-on. I can sense it, smell it in his fear. He’s going to suck me til I say he can stop. My hand clutches his hair tighter. I can’t feel this like a man can, I can’t feel the slippery sliding of lips and mouth and cheeks and tongue over my ‘cock’. But I am loving this just the same.
I just spent the last hour fucking my husband of four years up the ass. He didn’t expect it. He thought I had some sexy super-housewife surprise for him. When I told him to get naked and wait for me in the living room of our penthouse, he was more than willing to do what I said. But then I taught him real obedience. I bent him over the dining room table and rammed my cock up his ass so hard and so fast! No mercy! I slammed my kitchen knife down next to his face so he knew I meant business. And I bent him over the same spot where we fed his uppity bitch of a mother Christmas turkey. Hell yeah… That made the hour take even longer…
Then I couldn’t resist. I had to pick my knife up and look down at where my dildo was stretching his virgin asshole. That was so hot. I felt so powerful! This must have been how he felt every time he ravaged my own ass. I was a virgin too, before him. All is fair in love and war, I figure.
Now, the hour’s gone and I’ve sat down in a chair. And the strip of leather that goes up my pussylips and around to my ass crack to join with the belt of my strap-on’s harness is rubbing against my hard clit. And every time I buck forward, it makes it rub harder.
I grip his hair tighter, and I know he’s staring at the knife. He knows I’ll use it. He knows he’s pushed me too far, expected too much, taken too much without giving enough back.
This feels nice. My thighs, parted for my shameful lover. His lips wetting themselves constantly so he doesn’t stick on the rubber of my ‘cock’. And his face flushed with humiliation as he bobs his head up and down, up and down.
Yeah, I think I might let myself cum soon. Maybe once I get bored of this. But as I watch his lips and head going up and down and feel the power in my hand as I tighten my fingers in his dark locks, I think to myself that this may just go on all night long… Until I want his ass again.
Maybe the next time, I’ll make him jerk himself off while I fuck his ass and make him scream. Yeah…I just might do that.
“Suck it, bitch…yeah, that’s right, spit all over my cock. Fucking whore…”