His
solid penis protruding from his trousers, he yanked his foreskin
back and pressed his purple plum against my lips. "Suck me off,
whore!" he ordered me as his accomplice focused the camera on my
face, his huge organ.
I took him
into my mouth, savouring the taste of his sperm and my vaginal
fluid as he pushed his knob to the back of my throat. Withdrawing,
he drove into me again, my lips rolling along his wet shaft as he
crudely fucked my mouth. "I'll spunk over her face!" he gasped.
"Make sure you get her beautiful pearls in frame!"
Quickening his
rhythm, sliding his knob in and out of my mouth, I imagined the
photographs of his sperm jetting, splattering my mouth, my face.
With all the evidence he now had of my debauchery he'd be able to
force me to do anything. Whether he demanded sex in the middle of
the night or the middle of the day, I'd have to go running to him
with my knickers down. If his lesbian friend wanted me licking
between her legs, sucking her clitoris to orgasm, I'd have no
choice.
"I'm going to
tell Mat," I blurted out as he slipped his penis out of my mouth
and ran his hand up and down his swollen shaft, wanking his cock to
orgasm. His spunk suddenly jetted from his bulbous glans,
splattering my face, running down my chin. "I'm going to tell him
everything."
"Keep
wanking!" the girl cried, taking shot after shot. "Spunk over her
lips!"
Driving his
penis into my mouth as the last of his sperm dribbled from his
knob, the camera shutter clicking, I sucked and drank for what I
prayed would be the last time. Never again would I allow him to use
me like this, I vowed. I had to put an end to the degradation, no
matter how high my arousal soared. I didn't want a lesbian licking
my cunt, and I didn't want to lick a lesbian's cunt. I wanted
Mat.
"OK," Den
finally breathed, turning to the girl as he slipped his cock out of
my spermed mouth and zipped his trousers. "Get dressed and wait for
me at my place. I'll finish off here and then pay you."
So the girl
was a prostitute, I mused as she drifted out of the room. Was I
prostituting myself? I wondered. Giving my naked body in return for
Den's silence was as good as prostituting myself, even though I'd
had no choice. But I had a choice now. Even if it meant losing Mat,
I would fall no further into the depths of depravity.
"I might as
well leave you tied up," Den chuckled in his wickedness as he
placed the wet candle on the mantlepiece. "Mat will have quite a
shock when he gets home and sees you like that!"
"Do what you
like, it's over," I murmured, his sperm running down my flushed
face.
"Over? Don't
be silly!"
"I'm telling
you, it's over."
"In that case,
I will leave you tied up. And I'll make sure Mat gets a copy of
every photograph, and a copy of the tape."
"Go to
hell!"
"Have it your
way."
As he left, I
tried to untie the rope, my fingers just able to reach the knot by
my wrist. I had to free myself and have a shower, wash away the
sperm and cunt milk before Mat returned. Wondering when Den would
show Mat the photographs, I finally managed to loosen the rope and
free my hand. Untying my feet, I hauled my aching body out of the
chair, trying to think what to say to Mat in way of an explanation
for my immoral behaviour. There was nothing I could say, I knew, as
I pushed the chair back into place. There were no words to save my
marriage.
As I was about
to grab my clothes, Mat appeared in the doorway and frowned at me.
"Jane, what are you up to?" he asked accusingly as I discreetly
kicked the ropes beneath the sofa.
"Mat... Mat,
I..." I stammered, my body trembling as he focused on my
glistening, matted pubic thatch. Raising his eyes, he scrutinized
my guilty face.
"What's that
on your face?" he demanded. "I think you'd better tell me what's
been going on here."
"I've been
exercising," I replied stupidly, wiping the sperm from my cheeks,
my chin. "I was just about to take a shower."
"Exercising?
What sort of exercises require you to be naked?"
"As
solid penis protruding from his trousers, he yanked his foreskin
back and pressed his purple plum against my lips. "Suck me off,
whore!" he ordered me as his accomplice focused the camera on my
face, his huge organ.
I took him
into my mouth, savouring the taste of his sperm and my vaginal
fluid as he pushed his knob to the back of my throat. Withdrawing,
he drove into me again, my lips rolling along his wet shaft as he
crudely fucked my mouth. "I'll spunk over her face!" he gasped.
"Make sure you get her beautiful pearls in frame!"
Quickening his
rhythm, sliding his knob in and out of my mouth, I imagined the
photographs of his sperm jetting, splattering my mouth, my face.
With all the evidence he now had of my debauchery he'd be able to
force me to do anything. Whether he demanded sex in the middle of
the night or the middle of the day, I'd have to go running to him
with my knickers down. If his lesbian friend wanted me licking
between her legs, sucking her clitoris to orgasm, I'd have no
choice.
"I'm going to
tell Mat," I blurted out as he slipped his penis out of my mouth
and ran his hand up and down his swollen shaft, wanking his cock to
orgasm. His spunk suddenly jetted from his bulbous glans,
splattering my face, running down my chin. "I'm going to tell him
everything."
"Keep
wanking!" the girl cried, taking shot after shot. "Spunk over her
lips!"
Driving his
penis into my mouth as the last of his sperm dribbled from his
knob, the camera shutter clicking, I sucked and drank for what I
prayed would be the last time. Never again would I allow him to use
me like this, I vowed. I had to put an end to the degradation, no
matter how high my arousal soared. I didn't want a lesbian licking
my cunt, and I didn't want to lick a lesbian's cunt. I wanted
Mat.
"OK," Den
finally breathed, turning to the girl as he slipped his cock out of
my spermed mouth and zipped his trousers. "Get dressed and wait for
me at my place. I'll finish off here and then pay you."
So the girl
was a prostitute, I mused as she drifted out of the room. Was I
prostituting myself? I wondered. Giving my naked body in return for
Den's silence was as good as prostituting myself, even though I'd
had no choice. But I had a choice now. Even if it meant losing Mat,
I would fall no further into the depths of depravity.
"I might as
well leave you tied up," Den chuckled in his wickedness as he
placed the wet candle on the mantlepiece. "Mat will have quite a
shock when he gets home and sees you like that!"
"Do what you
like, it's over," I murmured, his sperm running down my flushed
face.
"Over? Don't
be silly!"
"I'm telling
you, it's over."
"In that case,
I will leave you tied up. And I'll make sure Mat gets a copy of
every photograph, and a copy of the tape."
"Go to
hell!"
"Have it your
way."
As he left, I
tried to untie the rope, my fingers just able to reach the knot by
my wrist. I had to free myself and have a shower, wash away the
sperm and cunt milk before Mat returned. Wondering when Den would
show Mat the photographs, I finally managed to loosen the rope and
free my hand. Untying my feet, I hauled my aching body out of the
chair, trying to think what to say to Mat in way of an explanation
for my immoral behaviour. There was nothing I could say, I knew, as
I pushed the chair back into place. There were no words to save my
marriage.
As I was about
to grab my clothes, Mat appeared in the doorway and frowned at me.
"Jane, what are you up to?" he asked accusingly as I discreetly
kicked the ropes beneath the sofa.
"Mat... Mat,
I..." I stammered, my body trembling as he focused on my
glistening, matted pubic thatch. Raising his eyes, he scrutinized
my guilty face.
"What's that
on your face?" he demanded. "I think you'd better tell me what's
been going on here."
"I've been
exercising," I replied stupidly, wiping the sperm from my cheeks,
my chin. "I was just about to take a shower."
"Exercising?
What sort of exercises require you to be naked?"
"As
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