Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“God, you’re tight, you little slut,” Rick growled, tightening his grip as I bucked under him in the throes of what had to be my third orgasm. “Hold still and take it. Just take the cock for me.”
I cried out, shame and pleasure so deeply mixed in the noise that I thought I might faint at the sound. I could feel the heat from Rick’s belt radiating out from my ass to his pounding lap. I could hardly believe that my loving husband had just said those obscene, degrading things, and yet the pleasure in my pussy seemed only to grow when he spoke that way.
Over and over he drove his rigid penis into me, as if he meant to teach me a lesson that way, just as he had with my whipping. From this point forward, this relentless fucking told me, my young cunt would have a cock in it when my husband chose, and for as long as he chose to keep it there.
He moved his hands a little, on my punished bottom. He spread the cheeks. I cried out into the comforter and gripped the slats of the headboard tightly as I could nearly feel his eyes focusing on the tiny flower there, where he had so meaningfully put his thumbs a few moments before.
All this belongs to me.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed. “Oh, sir… please… please don’t…”
“Not tonight,” Rick said, putting what must be his thumb there, urging it inward half an inch. “Tomorrow night, after you’re nice and smooth between your legs.”
That made me whimper with all the terribly conflicting things I felt about the news that Rick wanted me bare down there. The slutty part of me, to my independent part’s dismay, got hot at the idea that my husband would control the way I looked inside my panties. The picture of how my pussy would appear without my pubic hair faded entirely, though, with the other thought he had put into my head.
Tomorrow night.
Rick held my hips and thrust all the way in, then held himself there, his thumb still in my bottom-hole. I sobbed with need, and he moved his left hand to my back to rub me soothingly while the intruding thumb of his right probed gently in and out.
“That’s tomorrow, Dee,” he said. “So you have time to think about it, and get yourself ready to take my cock in here. Tonight, I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
CHAPTER 23
Mandy
Rick pulled his hardness out of me. His hands left me. The independent part of me thought I should have felt happy about that—about the departure of his degrading thumb from my anus, anyway. But the way my husband had spoken to me left me in no doubt that his discipline and training of my bottom had only just begun.
And the thing he had just said, about where he meant to ‘finish,’ had alarmed me so terribly that I could hardly feel any comfort in having his attention directed away from my tiny, virginal bottom-hole. The thought of the obscene duty he meant to demand as the final part of my first night of sexual training made me feel very faint.
Things happened in a dreamy kind of blur, then. Rick made me get on my knees in front of him, my back to the bed. He stepped close to me, his frightening manhood so near my face I could smell the forbidden scents of his arousal and my needy pussy. The length of his massive erection glistened with my private moisture, the hot, wet lubrication my body had provided for his pleasure in fucking me.
He held his cock in his left hand, pumping it gently. I knew men did that to give themselves pleasure, and of course I knew there was nothing wrong with it, but I felt a terrible thrill of humiliation that my husband would do it in front of me—right in front of my eyes, literally. Not only that, but he meant to make me participate in the lewdest possible way.
“Open your mouth, Dee,” Rick said sternly.
I looked up at him in shame and fear.
“Look at my cock, you little slut,” he said. “You’re going to thank me for punishing you, now. You’re going to taste your naughty pussy on my penis and you’re going to learn to please me with your mouth the way a wife should.”
My eyes went back down to the hard length of him, the motion of his caressing hand, the thick veins that ran along his throbbing manhood. I pursed my lips tightly, despite the conflicting urges that came from the newfound slut inside me.
The observer returned… I became her, watching myself shake my head, seeing myself look up fearfully at my husband with a theatrical plea to be spared this degrading duty. I breathed rapidly through my nose, catching the wicked scent of sex with each breath, the mingling of a man’s musky dominance and a girl’s naughty need.