“I’m thankful for having a good job, being healthy, and great friends,” you tell me. I retort with “And?” “And what?” you ask. “And what else are you thankful for?”
“Hmm, I guess that’s about it. What else can anyone realistically expect to be grateful for?”

This did not sit well with me. We were on the phone together when I asked you what you’re most thankful for this Thanksgiving season. Only moments before, you had won a playful bet with me on the football game. If I had won, you would’ve treated me to a little shopping spree. However, since you won, I owe you an amazing orgasm. The truth is you’re going to take me shopping anyway, and I’m going to make you cum hard too. By putting a wager on it, we got to taunt and tease each other throughout the entire game. I actually enjoyed losing the bet. I loved the idea of having to come over to your house in a trench coat, stiletto heeled knee-high boots, my favorite black thong, and nothing else. I’m actually a bit hurt that you didn’t put me on the list of what you’re most thankful for. Actually, I shouldn’t just be on the list, the list should start and end with me. For this error in judgment, I’m going to punish you. You will feel it. You’re going to feel it real good.

“So, nothing more I guess,” I respond. Suddenly you realize your terrible mistake.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m thankful for you, you more than anything in the world.” Unfortunately, it’s a bit too late. I’m hurt and disappointed, but I don’t let you know how much. I lie and assure you all is well, that I’ll be by tomorrow to make you cum.

I arrive at your house and park across the street from your house, just watching and waiting impatiently. About 45 minutes after I see that it has gone dark inside, I walk up to your porch. Once the clock strikes midnight, I begin to ring your doorbell incessantly. I don’t care that you’re already asleep. In fact, I’m glad that I’m waking you from a peaceful slumber! You come to the door disheveled and it’s clear that you’re groggy.

“Ashlee, what are you doing here?” “It’s officially tomorrow. When you won the bet, I told you that I’d come over tomorrow. Well, here I am!” I push right past you to get into the house. The way I shove you aside and against the door jamb tells you that I’m not happy. “What’s wrong Ashlee?” “Take off your pants,” I order. You turn around to walk towards the bedroom, but I stop you. “No, not in your warm, comfortable bedroom, unthankful one, in here, you fucking ingrate! Remove your cock from those horrid flannel pajamas, right here in the hallway, and lay down on the floor!” You do as you’re told despite the discomfort of the hardwood beneath your back. I wrap my not-so-gentle hands around your soft cock. Within seconds, your flaccid shaft is hard as a rock. I strengthen my grip, spit on the tip, and start pumping you vehemently. You’re taken completely aback, but not about to complain. It takes less than 90 seconds for a stream of cum to erupt from your engorged cock, but the joke is on you as I aim the head towards your face and milk you. To your chest, chin, and cheek it flies, then I slap your hand away as you try to wipe it off.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I exclaim! “Now roll over!” I can see the fear in your face. “See how it feels to have your hard cock pressed against the cold, wood floor!” You don’t know what you did to enrage me so much, but it’s clear; I’m not to be fucked with. Obviously, I do the fucking around here! Without uttering a syllable, you roll over onto your stomach. You want to complain, but you know better. I proceed to sit on your back facing your legs, putting all my weight on your body so that you can’t get up. From my handbag, I pull out a bottle of KY and spread the cheeks of your ass. I watch the top of the bottle as a few drops of lube drip onto your virgin asshole. You squirm and pucker as you feel the cold gel hitting your tight ass.

“You won the bet; I’ve paid up and made you cum, now I’m going to fuck you until you learn to appreciate me more!” “Wha…wha…what,” you stutter. “Baby, you can’t be serious, what are you doing?” I ignore your question and pull out a large dildo from my bag. Without any warning or lube on the large piece of latex, I jam it into your ass. “Holy shit! Stop! Please,” you beg and plead. All I can do is smile and laugh.

“Fuck you,” I respond, and fuck you is exactly what I do. “Your pussy needs a pounding, Mister I’m-not-thankful-for-you. Or would you prefer I call you Miss?” With as much fervor as I jerked your cock with, I take your ass, and shove in the dildo until it disappears. You scream, but it only makes me excited and wet. I grind my pussy onto your back, massaging my erect clit on you as I make you my bitch! You can feel the wetness oozing from my thong against your skin. The scent of my pussy wafting in the air helps you resign yourself to my sodomising you for my pleasure.

After a few minutes of this, I can’t take it anymore and pull my thong to the side. The silky, wet lips of my pussy glide over your skin with the slick, white cream I’ve left on the small of your back. I’m writhing with pleasure as the latex cock in my hands penetrates your ass repeatedly, the stiletto heels of my boots dig into your ribs, and I scream even louder than you when I squirt my juices onto you. I practically collapse when I’ve had my fill, the muscles in my hands and arms are numb, exhausted from raping you and grinding myself to orgasm. With my face resting against your leg, I hear you whisper, “Happy Thanksgiving, Ashlee.” I breathlessly utter the words “Happy Thanksgiving to you, babe. It’s about time you realize what to be thankful for.”

I’ve been struggling all week long to write a toast that I have been asked to give at my friend’s wedding. Normally, I never struggle to find the right things to say (something you can definitely attest to). This time is different though, I am completely lost. I love my friend dearly and I want to be able to deliver kind, sweet words about her and her pretentious beau. Sadly, the truth is I don’t think she should be marrying this guy. If I thought otherwise, the words would just come to me. So, I call you up and coax you into letting me come over so you can help me write it. You jump at the chance to come to my rescue because you like making me happy and you figure that if you help me out, I’ll return the favor by helping you out of your boxers. Sounds enticing, doesn’t it?

I show up to your house and I can instantly see the distress in your eyes. You give me one look and quickly realize that I’m not wearing anything revealing and sexy. My tight fitting jeans look incredible on me, but the denial of my fleshy thighs is not what you had hoped for. On top, I am wearing an oversized college hoodie that doesn’t really outline my tits enough for you to ogle them. The bumps are apparent, but like the jeans, it’s not enough. “Don’t worry babe,” I say in a reassuring tone, “there will be time to play later, I promise.” The word “later” dampens the mood for you even more and I can see the displeasure sprint across your face.

We take a seat on your couch; I reach into my bag to pull out my laptop and place it on your coffee table. In hopes that I am just toying with you, you begin to rub my leg. Unfortunately, your disappointment continues to grow (unlike your cock) when you see that I’m all about business. “Babe, I’ve got to get this done, the wedding is Saturday! I promise you, I’m all yours once this is complete.” You give up on trying to get my clothes off ASAP and instead resign yourself to needing to sing for your supper.

After 45 minutes of going back and forth discussing what sentiments to include and selecting the perfect words to express them, you exclaim “Ashlee, I can’t take it anymore! Baby, I need to be inside you.” My eyes don’t stray from the screen for a second, as I’m completely and utterly focused. You do manage to get a smirk out of me… “Ashlee, please! At least let me suck on your tits. Your beautiful breasts motivate me to move mountains for you. Lift your sweatshirt and give me a peek, baby.”

“I’ll tell you what babe,” I reply. “Let’s get this done and then you can suck on my succulent tits to your heart’s desire. I even have a surprise for you or should I say my tits have a surprise for you!” You relent, rejected again, resting your chin in your hand as we sit together on the couch but now you’re most definitely intrigued by what a surprise could possibly mean.

About a half hour later, we’re finally finished. You begin to tug at the bottom of my sweatshirt, pushing your hand up inside attempting to reach my bra, but I push your hand away. “Let me just read it aloud once.” You’re anxious; the bulge in your pants is increasing by the second and it’s now beginning to throb. You do your best to act like you’re listening patiently but you’re not really listening at all. Once I’m finished reading and confident that my upcoming toast is perfected, I tell you that I really need to go to the ladies room first. “I’ll be right back babe, I just need to freshen up and then you can have me.” I smile and give your crotch a squeeze as I get up and make sure to put a little bounce in my step as you’re watching my sassy ass walk away. I didn’t want to reveal that I was already gushing wet, but good God, your cock was as thick and hard as a lead pipe.

To the bathroom I go, leaving you behind in sheer agony. After about two minutes, you hear me turn the shower on. You’re frustrated at the notion that you might have to wait another 15 minutes! You lose your composure, thinking you’re likely to cum within a minute of seeing me again. You rush to the bathroom door, quickly grab the doorknob and give it a turn, but it’s locked. You growl at me in exasperation and inquisitively say my name, “Ashlee?”

“I’ll be right out sweetheart, good things come to those who wait,” I quip. Your balls are at full capacity, they’re ready to explode and they need to be emptied urgently. You consider jacking off as you wait, knowing that you’d be able to quickly reboot once you see my delicious body. Just as you’re beginning to take that thought seriously, you hear the water shut off and my delicate footsteps nearing the door. I unlock and pull open the door. I’m standing naked and wet before you, my skin glistening as the light catches the beads of water coating my flawless skin. Your eyes open wide as you drink in my ridiculously hot body. I’m dripping wet and my chest is heaving up and down. I bite my bottom lip and the look in my eyes tells you, “I am the hottest girl you have ever laid eyes on and I know it.” After my beauty has fully resonated, you finally realize that my tits are wearing jewelry. You are shocked! They are the gold earrings you bought your wife for her last birthday. I snagged them because I decided they would look a lot better on me.

“My tits are yours babe. Will you suck on them for me?” Hearing me express a command in the form of a question reminds you that you are indeed mine. “Wait. I want something else first.” I pat you on the head, guiding you to your knees. I grab the back of your head and press your face between my creamy thighs. You can see my swollen lips and faintly smell the musky scent left behind from grabbing your cock earlier. You begin to lick me with your tongue and as you’re about to envelope my clit with your lips, you are delighted to find my pussy adorning yet another item from your wife’s jewelry box. “You belong to me babe; you’ve been such a good boy today. Go ahead and enjoy yourself; roam in my playground.” I place my leg over your shoulder completely opening my fruit filled pussy to the pleasures of your mouth. “I’m even going to return the favor, babe.”

The truth is it’s always your turn for pleasure but your secret girlfriend needs her man to do things for her sometimes. It’s a two-way street, there has to be a little give and take. When you do as I desire, there are perks. There are lots and lots of perks, like waking up with the sweet scent of my pussy still lingering on your breath.

Just remember, my love… patience is a virtue.

Sometimes I purposely wear tops at least one size too small. With some blouses not revealing even the slightest bit of cleavage, many men are disappointed without a peek at some skin. However, with small, tight-fitting attire, my tits are in a way naked. You can see the full shape of both of my luscious melons. Their roundness is more distinct than when I wear blouses that extenuate my cleavage.

When I was in my late teens, I was known for concealing my assets while at school, but while at parties, I’d get a little tipsy and let the puppies out to play. When everyone knew about a big party coming up for the weekend, how much I showed off would become the main event. One time, on the eve of OMG-did-you-see-what-Ashlee-is-wearing Day, I strutted around with no bra. The boys didn’t even pretend not to stare. I sought every opportunity to clap my hands or jump a little; anything to make my boobs bounce. When I did, everything went quiet, mouths fell open, drool would drip, and there was not a soft cock within sight of me.

However, I’ve matured and I’d probably do things a bit differently if we went to a party today. I envision you wondering about my tits practically on a silver platter for everyone’s viewing pleasure, with horny men and alcohol flowing, it could lead to a problem. That’s why you take a little bit of comfort when I answer my door sporting a loose fluffy sweater.

While at the party, several guys look me up and down. You enjoy the disappointment on their faces when they see that there’s nothing to see, at least nothing obvious. As the night grows late, we’ve been dancing and we’re both feeling a bit of a buzz. I begin to loosen up and decide to take off my sweater. It’s pretty hot inside with all those bodies anyway. Underneath, I’m wearing a tight white camisole and bra. Suddenly, I’m garnering attention from all throughout the room, and more guys start streaming in like cattle. You take in a nice, long stare, look down while shaking your head at me, and realize that you need to get me out of there.

“I wish you hadn’t done that,” you say in the car on the way back to your place. I could tell that you didn’t like being taken by surprise like that. You had let your guard down and suddenly, like a slap in the face, you needed to be on full alert again. Not wanting to sour the night, I cuddle up to you and begin massaging your cock through your pants. After a few minutes, you almost wish I’d stop because you want nothing more than to take it out. Finally, the Uber driver pulls up to your house. You get out of the car as quickly as possible, struggling to hide the erection in your pants, and we practically sprint inside.

“I can’t make it to the bedroom babe,” I say. “Take your pants off right here, in the living room while I make us a drink.” When I return with our drinks, I seat you on the couch and pull off my camisole, then fall to my knees. You reach down to cup both of my breasts before my bra is even off. Suddenly, you grab the underwire and rip it off, over my head. I tickle your balls and coyly say “I think I know what you need.”

I take a sip of my drink, purposely sucking a couple of ice cubes into my mouth. I grab ahold of your cock and moisten your entire erection with my mouth. A moan escapes your mouth as you feel the cold sensation on your throbbing head. Pressing my beautiful tits together, I lay your rigid cock right between them. They envelope your hot, erect muscle and I let a cold mixture of saliva and water leak from my mouth to lubricate you. I make you feel like the king of the world. Here you are, sitting on your throne; with the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever seen. I’m on my knees and my gorgeous tits are giving you the ultimate pleasure. I concentrate my hands on providing the cushion your cock needs as it fucks my chest. “Fuck these tits, baby, they’re your tits, all yours. Give me that sweet-tasting cum, I need it!” Almost instantaneously, a hot stream of cum hits my lips and chin. It’s a climax unlike you’ve ever experienced.

I lick my lips, tasting the sticky, hot mess you’ve left on my face. I look at you and smile, “Isn’t it amazing what these tits can do?!”

Your cock is as hard as it has ever been. It’s in my hand and lathered up with the lube. I’ve been stroking it for several minutes now. I already made you cum tonight with the best blow job in the history of sucking cock (remember part 2?). I slipped your wife a mickey over dinner to ensure we could have this torrid episode together. Now I want more.

Zach, the insanely muscular brute that was disrespectfully eye-fucking your wife right in front of you outside of the restaurant where I served the two of you (see Part 1 of this series), had just entered your house at my summons. With you turned on to epic proportions, I just told you that I wanted your blessing for him to help himself to ravishing your wife. I’ve had this in mind for some time now. It’s not that I want to turn you into a cuckold; rather it’s that I want you to fully embrace surrendering to me. I want you to give me your wife. You already offered up her jewelry to me, jewelry is not enough. I want to see her pussy filled with cum as a symbol of your devotion to me. It’s decision time.

“Yes, you heard me correctly,” I say to you. Turning to the brute, “Zach, please pull down your pants. I want my boyfriend here to see your cock.” He does as he’s told (all men do when it’s me giving the orders). It’s long, thick, and impressively erect. As he stands at attention awaiting further instructions, I return my focus to you. “Babe, she’s drugged and loopy to the point that she won’t resist. She won’t feel any terror, but she will know what’s happening to her. She will never know that you gave your approval for him to enter her. She won’t feel the slightest bit of pain. Perhaps best of all, she won’t have any memory of it, but to repeat, she will know that she’s being fucked. Believe me, Zach has an amazing cock and he knows just how to use it, he did learn from the best.”

Your body is tense; your cock is pulsating with each heartbeat as it pounds in your chest. I’m rubbing it up and down without pause, your inevitable orgasm pushing you to make a quick decision. “Give in my love. Let him fuck your wife.”

Your lips can’t find words. “Babe, I’m going to take my hand off your cock in another moment if I don’t hear what I want. You need to say just one word, but you have to actually say it out loud. “Just say yes.”

“Yes. Yes, Ashlee.”
“Good boy. Good boy” I say as I pat you on the head (the other head) with my free hand. “Zach, do as you wish. I want to hear her panties being ripped from her hips,” I order. He marches away towards his reward.

I continue to gently rub your cock. I’m not quite ready to make you cum yet. A few moments later, Zach is back in the room, your wife is slung over his muscular shoulder, her torn panties gripped in his teeth. “I thought we could watch as it happens.” You have no will anymore, no ability to protest. I’ve twisted you into capitulation. All you want is to please me and cum. “I’ll make it last longer this way.”

Zach lays her face up on the floor just in front of us. Her eyes are open, but she’s only looking at him. I was right; she’s not feeling even the slightest bit of terror. Zach spreads her legs open and gets on his knees, ready to penetrate her. He looks up at me and I give the nod. Suddenly we hear a whimpering, “No…don’t” from your wife. I kiss your neck and suck on your ear lobe to soothe you. Your eyes are fixated on Zach as he spits on her pussy lips and pushes his massive man meat inside of her. Zach lets out a loud moan. “The old bitch’s pussy must be tight from not letting you fuck her,” I tell you with a grin. Your wife lays there, head turned with her eyes closed, resigned to being his receptacle as she’s pounded. “Just think… she might even be enjoying it.”

“How are you doing babe?” I ask. “I love you, Ashlee. Thank you for doing this to me. “You’re welcome baby; you’re being such a good, boy. I’m going to make you cum soon.” I begin to stroke a bit harder, carefully trying to synchronize your ejaculation with the ripped muscle man fucking your wife. You can’t take your eyes off what’s transpiring before you! “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You like seeing someone take her pussy. It’s been locked up like Fort Knox for so long, at least from you. This feels like a bit of revenge, doesn’t it?”

Then, the ultimate sensation rips through your body as you and I both see your wife raise her hands to grab Zach’s ass and dig into it with her nails. She’s completely given herself to him. She doesn’t like what is happening, she’s not consenting. She is however, acquiescing, it feels too damn good. She recognizes that Zach is her master. She throws back her head; her mouth is open as she is gasping for air. She’s aware that a slave’s job is to please her master. She knows her place and so do you. I sense Zach is seconds away from erupting, so I quicken my pace on your cock. The timing is perfect as he stretches into her, filling her pussy with his hot seed. Your cock explodes with a forceful stream into the air. A giant load of your cum lands on your wife’s face, dripping into both her eyes and streaming to her mouth. She slowly shakes her head side to side as she tastes her lips with a lick of her hungry tongue.

I fall into your couch, lay back, glance at the ring that is now adorning my finger, close my eyes and relish the thought of victory. “You are mine. You are both mine, my property. I own you.”

After making your cock explode in my mouth with a mind-numbing blow job, I get up from my knees and leave you in your seat to revel in my having drained your balls once again. I go to your liquor cabinet to mix myself a martini. “That’s my wife’s favorite vodka and that is our last bottle of it!” “So, you think I give a fuck?” You stutter a bit with your sullen reply, “I..I..I just don’t want to hear crap from her.” I roll my eyes and pop an olive in my mouth before I shake my drink. “I just gave you the best head of your life. Don’t be petty. What’s hers is mine; I’ve told you that before.”

You digest this for a moment, remembering that I promised to make you cum twice tonight (see last week’s blog). Had I asked you if I could have a cocktail before making you cum, you wouldn’t have hesitated, wife be damned. If I pulled your cock out of my mouth when I had you in the throes of ecstasy, you would have volunteered to pull the wedding ring off of her finger and given it to me if you thought I wanted it. Now that you’ve cum, your mind’s knee jerk reaction is to protect HER. This won’t do, not one bit.

Seeing the consternation on your face, and realizing that you’ve relented, I let it go for now. “Come on babe, have a drink with me.” I bring you a glass and situate myself next to you on the sofa. We cuddle for a bit, and engage in mindless small talk for a while. You turn on the television and we begin enjoying a movie together.

About an hour into the movie, the scene turns hot, with a girl showing off her goods to a man that she’s trying to seduce. He doesn’t fall for it, rebuffing her advances. “You’d never be able to do that to me, babe,” I assert. You nod in agreement. “As a matter of fact, this is a good time to put the movie on pause and segue towards what I’ve been planning for some time.”

I order you to take your pants off and suddenly they’re on the floor in record time. From my bag, I pull a small bottle of lube, pour a generous amount in my hand, and moisten up your raging hard cock. Just my sitting next to you on the couch, stroking my nails over the tip through your pants was driving you crazy. You rebooted quickly and were ready for round two. I stroke you gently with both hands, frequently leaning in to kiss the tip. My magical hands and lips have you dripping pre-cum within seconds. You throw your head back and let out a moan.

Just when I think you are close to exploding, I hit you with my plan. I stand up, kiss your neck several times, gently sucking on your ear lobe, and whisper, “honey, I want something from you, something that’s extremely important to me and would show me how devoted you are to me.”

“What?” You open your eyes and stare into mine as you breathe aloud. “I want you to hand over your wife.” You are startled, your cock quivers a little. I can tell you’re nervous despite how worked up I’ve made you. “What do you mean? Do you want to go shopping in her jewelry box?” I lock eyes with you. “I actually hadn’t considered that, but the thought is a pleasant one. However, your offer isn’t really where I was going with this.” I can see the fear and uncertainly on your face, but you reply, “Well, if that’s what you’d like to do, I’m powerless to say no.”

“I know babe, I know. Thank you for that. Perhaps just before I leave I’ll help myself to something I can wear a few times before selling it.” Your heart is pounding out of your chest. Your cock, still hard and throbbing with the rapid pace of your heart is happily nestled within my warm, massaging hand. I apply more lube and play with it a bit more, leaving you on the edge of your seat, anxious to know what I want. “That’s enough for now.” I relinquish control of your cock, grab your pants from the floor, and wipe my hands so I can reach into my bag. I search around inside a bit and finally find my phone. You’re almost completely appalled to watch me ignore you and send a text message to someone.

“What’s going on? What are you doing? Ashlee!”

There’s a knock at the door and I send another text. You hear the sound of the door opening, and then shut. The footsteps get louder, until the muscular brute who was staring at your wife outside the restaurant earlier is looking at you face to face. “Meet Zach. I want your blessing for him to ingratiate himself onto and into your wife.”

To be continued…

We pick up our story about an hour after you’ve gotten home from dinner. I left you so horny that you were willing to fuck your wife just for an opportunity to get off. Unfortunately, she wanted no part of sex. She’s married; she’s got your money and your balls, she no longer needs to satisfy you. The days of having sex because you’re in the mood are long gone. Even while driving home, you were beginning to resign yourself to needing to jack off in order to achieve release given her repeated yawning. It was too early for her to be so tired, but you didn’t care. “Either spread your legs or go away so I can stroke my cock to orgasm without your interruption!”  You fought back the urge to say it out loud.

Unfortunately, it began to look like you weren’t going to get to fuck her pussy or your hand. For 20 minutes or more, she went on and on with her senseless drivel. You were left a silent victim, praying a meteorite would suddenly fall from the sky, through the roof, and crater her into the ground just to end your suffering! Finally—finally—she had no energy left. “I’m going to bed.” You could hardly contain your excitement and you couldn’t say “Goodnight” fast enough.

At last, it was just you, your cock and your thoughts of me without any distractions or the droning sound of her voice. You loosen your belt, unbutton your jeans, and slide down the zipper to pull out your cock, but suddenly, you hear a knock at the front door. Odd that someone would be coming over this late you thought to yourself. You zip up, sigh and growl to yourself, ready to quickly dispense with this nuisance at the door. But to your surprise, what you thought was a nuisance turned out to be all of your dreams coming true. It was your Ashlee standing before you.

“May I come in,” I ask. I see the nervous excitement on your face. You ask me, “you know why wife is home, right?” Before I can reveal what I have in mind for you, you turn to look around in the house and even walk over to take a peek up the stairs. You rush back to me at the door and reach out your hand to mine. “Quiet, let’s head to the basement. My wife should be asleep in the bedroom.”

“I know, babe, but let’s use the living room couch instead. We won’t wake her up, trust me.” My sly grin conveys that I have something up my sleeve and I know something you don’t. I walk towards you and get close, my lips nearly touching yours. I place my hands on your bare shoulders to set your mind at ease and I whisper into your ear, “let’s just say there was more than just wine in her glass at dinner.” You’re shocked and a sudden streak of horror shoots through you. Your eyes grew as wide as silver dollars. I grab your hands in mine and quickly place them on my breasts; my tits never fail to take full control over you.
With another sly smile, I lead you over to sit on the couch. Sitting next to one another, your bulge protruding prominently, I begin kissing your neck. I grasp your erection and squeeze, causing it to pulsate in my hand, and driving you absolutely mad. “I need you Ashlee,” you say under your quick, heavy breaths for air.

“I know you do, babe, I know, but I want tonight to last a while. That’s part of why I sedated your wife. We’re going to play and explore. Don’t worry; I won’t make you wait much longer for release. You’re going to cum at least twice tonight.”

I unzip your fly, fall to my knees, and take your monster hard-on between my lips. I open up my throat and push my mouth down your shaft until half your cock is resting snugly inside. My lips form a wet seal around the base. I begin to hum, creating vibrations that compliment my sucking. Your entire body begins to jerk involuntarily. You open your eyes and look down on my head bobbing up and down, the sight is more than you can handle. I feel your fingernails dig into my scalp, grasping tightly to my hair. Your hips thrust upwards gagging me on your rigid cock. I can feel the rapid beat of your heart in my mouth with each throb, and then the warm rush of cum escapes your balls, warms my tongue, and slides down coating my throat.

“Oh my God” escapes your mouth as you try to catch your breath. I slide up to you and look into your eyes, once again wearing my sly smile. “Babe, we’re not even close to done. I’m about to change your life.”

To be continued next week…