"Please hurt my hubby"
A kiss on the shaft, one the underbelly of sin’s snake. “Please hurt my husband bad” Rose Marie whispered as she began her temptation of pain. Nestled between strong thighs, an appetite was building, one of her own twisted need. She enjoyed offering her services for someone to make good use of and now she found the Man.
The words came out in a low tone with such heat in the exhaling lust it made My Dick stiffen, and listen to her request. I was intrigued by the things she had to offer for the services she wanted to seduce from Me, and I didn’t like her husband as it was. The small male was an insult to testosterone. The missing link to evolution’s grand mistake was the other side of her unsatisfying bed.
"Please make him pay", a kiss longer than the first with even more delicious want making her lips succulent caressing wings that sealed her thoughts and made her pussy quiver. A good feeling, the sensation that made her fingers steal away orgasm after orgasm when she went back home and thought about the dirty deeds done dirt cheap, the prices she preferred to pay. "I’ll suck your Dick like you never had it before". A magical tongue can glide up and down a shaft and make the tip circle around so DIck feels wrapped in a loving embrace made to hasten the blood flow. When her lis found the head her mouth closed tight and slowly french kissed the mushroom idol and dove down until her jaws felt that feeling of passion. With a slurp and a powerful suction she rose back up and licked the head like a butterfly’s wings in motion, then flicked her tongue back in her moth to savor her taste. "I’d love for you to be the One to make him cry, You have the most delicious Dick I’ve ever suckled".
Flowing hair tickled My thighs as she licked and nibbled and whispered wanton thoughts and begged again and again “please hurt my husband, the pathetic bitch has never taken care of business. Not like you will Daddy. Not like I need. Don’t you see that, Sir?”.
Put your money where your mouth is, let it show what payment you can deliver.
“I’ll do anything you want as long as he crawls away crying like the little bitch he is and when he does, I’ll kick him in what he calls his “balls” and make sure he cleans me out like the cunt lapping donkey he is”.
The scent of primal corruption swept into the air and made herself known. There are those who suck Dick to make it hard and fuck until they cum, and there are those who drink Dick as a religious experience to the lords of carnal pleasures primitive. The former will swallow a load, the latter is devoted to quenching her sins in the drinking of the seed. The cock-sucker will please Dick and make the balls churn a meal to show what nasty sluts they are. A mouth that worships flesh and the shaft of redemption allow themselves to become a part of their own existence, leaving all else behind until they can be drenched with the revival of the protein in the power a Man spews into an unholy place.
With a gulp of fresh air, her mouth consumed a few inches of My Dick, and with the agility and calm expertise of a well honed athlete, she moved her head slowly up and down, twisting her head to the right on the way down and pulling back with a slow twist to the left on her way back up. Rose Marie’s hair licked My thighs with their own lewd caresses and left trails of lingering teasing that leaves an impression, no matter how long ago she played. Pulling off the head and taking in a deep breath to say “I want to listen to his punishment. I want to hear on his phone, how sorry he is while he cries like the baby he is”. Then with the air still warm from in between My thighs she plunged down until she could not go any further, until ever her hardest pushes would not allow her throat to open wide, until her gagging became choking and she had to breathe again so she could finish and drink the fresh reward a very good girl who seduces a Man can devour. It was her right as a girl to have the best cum she could work for, and it was what she would have and not even her limped dicklette clit of a boy could stop her from getting because he failed to deliver.
Eyes wide open. A mouth shuddering for more. Sweat rising in between her breasts that made her cleavage glow a certain perverse pink, she whimpered one more time. “Hurt him. Hurt him bad. I don’t want him ever to cum again.”.
Rose Marie has a throat that drips more than her pussy eve could. Not a wet. messy mouth, but a mouth that is never too wet not to feel her tongue lick and tickle and wrap itself around the shaft. Its the kind of wet mouth that is self lubricating like the best oiled machine for getting the job done. Practiced and made to reach further so it could be the very best. The mouth that gets the very best meals because it has earned that right through trial and tribulation. Trough years of being on your knees. From the loads of cum swallowed when you first learned who you were, to the more delicious loads you hunt for to feed that which you are. The kind of throat that moans because it is in heaven, the kind of mouth that kisses Dick instead of giving head, the kind of tongue that moves with such great skill as to think it was part of a team, not one of the same. The kind of girl who loved to prepare and make ready for the big event and not stop until she wins and the Man she adores and drinks from looses that which is power, that which delights her taste buds, that which fills her belly unlike anything else the word ever created. That which shows how proud of her, He is.
“Please hurt my husband and I’ll be your devoted and most personal cock-sucking girl the world will ever know and for that I will truly be grateful. Please, Sir. Just let me be Yours. Share me, sell my ass, breed my womb, make me a farm animal that you sell tickets to watch breed. Anything as long as he can never get pleasure in any way from me or what I do or who you make me do, please dear Sir. Deliver me from hell.”.
The words she whispered made her move aggressive than anything I could have ever said for they were what she was born to be. The words she dripped by were truths she could never tell him or her mom or her friends or even the therapist she saw to try to get rid of her sexual frustrations and take her mind off what she was born to be but she could not deny herself. She could not.
Rose Marie prayed to My Dick. The union was perfect. “Please hurt that sissy little cunt. Take over as head of the family. Fuck me like a bitch in our bed. Make him sleep in the garage on the floor in the corner. Tell me what I need to do to make you hurt my husband and I’ll do it.”. Her words grew softer in tone and wetter in reaction. Now, for the first time in such a very long time, Rose Marie was calm.
It was the most intense series of cock-sucking servitude ever performed by one girl, on her knees, with such a hungry belly.
It took three hard loads to persuade Me to think about her plea.
In the corner, fingering her pussy like an asylum guest on speed, her eyes grew closed and her mouth began to move as the next orgasm made her show her true nature. I knew what she was and now, she knew I would break her.