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Authors: Brett Olsen, Elizabeth Colvin, Dexter Cunningham, Felix D'Angelo, Erica Dumas, Kendra Jarry
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ate dinner...I've gobbled enough of Mike's cum to keep me
nourished for days. It sits in my stomach mingling with the vodka and wine
cooler.
But my stomach quiets as Jenny
starts to take off her clothes. It doesn't take long; there's not much to
remove. I watch her as she slowly lifts her yellow slip dress over her head.
She's naked underneath, her glorious body revealed in the moonlight from our
big open windows. The curtains are open, but I know that Jenny hates to close
them. This time, I don't even ask.
Jenny spreads her legs and fingers
her cummy pussy as I watch. My dick throbs. Thirsty, I drink the wine cooler
automatically. The more I drink, the more I realize it's not that bad.
Jenny lets me look at her body
more than she has in months. She does a little dance for me, crawling over me
on the bed like a lap dancer. The touch of her naked body makes my skin feel
electric even through my clothes. She rubs her hair against my body and dangles
her tits in my face. When I try to kiss them, to suck the hard nipples, she
grabs my hair and pushes my head down and then grinds her wet pussy on my cock
through my jeans.
She really works up a sweat. She's
panting and dripping by the time she finally slides onto the bed next to me.
She's probably been dancing for me for half an hour, and I swear -- it's like I
was in heaven. My second wine cooler is gone, and I’m feeling very, very drunk.
"Your turn, she tells
me."
I go to embrace her. She slaps my
hands away. "What, baby?"
"Your turn!" she says
harshly. "Take your clothes off. Dance for me." Winded and thirsty
from her dance, she polishes off her beer. "Kendra, baby," she begs.
"Would you go get me another one?"
I'm delirious with desire for her
after having seen her dance -- Jenny is a hell of a dancer. I go get her a
beer, and one for myself. I realize as I walk into the kitchen that I’m getting
very drunk.
When I come back with the two
beers, Jenny snatches them both from my hands.
She smiles and says, "Thank
you, Kendra. You brought me two!" The stern look she gives me as she puts
my third wine cooler back in my hand makes it obvious she doesn't want to hear
any arguments.
I don't drink beer now...that
seems to be the message.
Still high from the dance my wife
gave me, I'm feeling too submissive and obedient to argue with her. I just
bring my third wine cooler to my lips and drink from it. And when she hands me
the vodka bottle? I drink from it obediently...three times in rapid succession
until she's satisfied.
I realize I'm very drunk. My
wife's brutality suddenly seems less important. I have always wanted
this...sort of. I even told her about it...whispered her fantasies. They
weren't as rough as this, but...Jenny knows what's best for me. She always has.
Feeling drunk and increasingly uninhibited, I realize that I'm going to let
this play out. I'm going to give myself to my wife tonight...however she wants
me.
Jenny purrs, "Strip for me,
Kendra. And don't rush through it, minuteman. I want to see you take your time
for once." She laughs.
She mouths the words to her
favorite filthy song as she stretches out on the bed, touching herself
shamelessly. We've made it through most of the CD, on the tenth or twelfth
remix version. They're increasingly obscene. Jenny's lips form the words as I
watch her, blushing, humiliated. I just can't do it.
She slides up to the edge of bed,
stretches her foot out and nudges me in my blue balls with the toe of her
high-heeled shoe.
"Dance, Kendra," she
laughs lightly. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Humiliated, I strip for her.
I try to rush through it at first,
feeling awkward, my hands feeling huge, my body feeling very, very masculine.
It's degrading to have to dance like a woman, even though, in my drunken state,
I can't help but be a little turned on by it.
My clip-on hoop earrings dangle
against my neck. I had almost forgotten I was
nourished for days. It sits in my stomach mingling with the vodka and wine
cooler.
But my stomach quiets as Jenny
starts to take off her clothes. It doesn't take long; there's not much to
remove. I watch her as she slowly lifts her yellow slip dress over her head.
She's naked underneath, her glorious body revealed in the moonlight from our
big open windows. The curtains are open, but I know that Jenny hates to close
them. This time, I don't even ask.
Jenny spreads her legs and fingers
her cummy pussy as I watch. My dick throbs. Thirsty, I drink the wine cooler
automatically. The more I drink, the more I realize it's not that bad.
Jenny lets me look at her body
more than she has in months. She does a little dance for me, crawling over me
on the bed like a lap dancer. The touch of her naked body makes my skin feel
electric even through my clothes. She rubs her hair against my body and dangles
her tits in my face. When I try to kiss them, to suck the hard nipples, she
grabs my hair and pushes my head down and then grinds her wet pussy on my cock
through my jeans.
She really works up a sweat. She's
panting and dripping by the time she finally slides onto the bed next to me.
She's probably been dancing for me for half an hour, and I swear -- it's like I
was in heaven. My second wine cooler is gone, and I’m feeling very, very drunk.
"Your turn, she tells
me."
I go to embrace her. She slaps my
hands away. "What, baby?"
"Your turn!" she says
harshly. "Take your clothes off. Dance for me." Winded and thirsty
from her dance, she polishes off her beer. "Kendra, baby," she begs.
"Would you go get me another one?"
I'm delirious with desire for her
after having seen her dance -- Jenny is a hell of a dancer. I go get her a
beer, and one for myself. I realize as I walk into the kitchen that I’m getting
very drunk.
When I come back with the two
beers, Jenny snatches them both from my hands.
She smiles and says, "Thank
you, Kendra. You brought me two!" The stern look she gives me as she puts
my third wine cooler back in my hand makes it obvious she doesn't want to hear
any arguments.
I don't drink beer now...that
seems to be the message.
Still high from the dance my wife
gave me, I'm feeling too submissive and obedient to argue with her. I just
bring my third wine cooler to my lips and drink from it. And when she hands me
the vodka bottle? I drink from it obediently...three times in rapid succession
until she's satisfied.
I realize I'm very drunk. My
wife's brutality suddenly seems less important. I have always wanted
this...sort of. I even told her about it...whispered her fantasies. They
weren't as rough as this, but...Jenny knows what's best for me. She always has.
Feeling drunk and increasingly uninhibited, I realize that I'm going to let
this play out. I'm going to give myself to my wife tonight...however she wants
me.
Jenny purrs, "Strip for me,
Kendra. And don't rush through it, minuteman. I want to see you take your time
for once." She laughs.
She mouths the words to her
favorite filthy song as she stretches out on the bed, touching herself
shamelessly. We've made it through most of the CD, on the tenth or twelfth
remix version. They're increasingly obscene. Jenny's lips form the words as I
watch her, blushing, humiliated. I just can't do it.
She slides up to the edge of bed,
stretches her foot out and nudges me in my blue balls with the toe of her
high-heeled shoe.
"Dance, Kendra," she
laughs lightly. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Humiliated, I strip for her.
I try to rush through it at first,
feeling awkward, my hands feeling huge, my body feeling very, very masculine.
It's degrading to have to dance like a woman, even though, in my drunken state,
I can't help but be a little turned on by it.
My clip-on hoop earrings dangle
against my neck. I had almost forgotten I was
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