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)
“I told you to look at my cock,” Rick growled. He moved, bending his knees a little and leaning over. I shrank back in alarm against the side of the bed, but Rick thrust his hand behind me to take hold of my bottom and squeeze it hard.
I cried out at the reminder of my punishment, and my eyes went where my lord and master had commanded me to put them: the long, hard, thick penis that had fucked me so brutally and given me so much wanton pleasure.
I licked my lips… my mouth watered. The demure, modest, good girl in me couldn’t believe it.
Rick’s hand on my bottom became gentle. A whimper rose from my throat as he ran his middle finger between my legs to push softly into the place that felt so empty without my husband’s manhood inside.
“Open your mouth, you little brat,” he murmured, his low voice matching the terribly seductive movement of his finger. “You’re going to do this very often from now on.”
I felt my forehead crease hard as the thought took hold of my mind. Every day? Will he make me suck his penis when he gets home from work?
To thank him… Rick had said that, hadn’t he… that I must show my gratitude for my whipping this obscene way, with his hardness in my mouth, my voice lost to the rigid gag of his thrusting manhood. Would I have to thank him that way every day, for working so hard, for supporting his young wife in the luxury lifestyle he had given her thanks to his high-paying job?
My face went hot at the monstrous idea, the picture of my nakedness, kneeling daily before Rick, in his easy chair maybe, to do as he had commanded. I looked at the hard length of the penis, my heart racing.
Rick gripped my bottom a little tighter, and I let out a cry of discomfort and opened my mouth.
He straightened up, and the hand that had just been between my legs took gentle hold of my chin, the moist fingertips stroking gently underneath.
“Tongue out,” my husband murmured.
A new surge of heat came into my cheeks as I obeyed. Rick’s huge penis, in his left hand, came closer. I heard a little sob of shame and need rise from my chest.
“Look at me now,” Rick said, and I did. I saw his dark eyes gazing down at the lewd spectacle of his using his young bride in a new way. From outside myself, as the observer, I heard the submissive whimper I gave as he laid his hard cock on my tongue.
“So pretty,” he said. “Such a pretty little slut, with a cock in her mouth.”
My body shook with the jolt of arousal his degrading words had caused. Reflexively, without any thought, my right hand moved from my side to in front of me, between my thighs. I had never knowingly touched myself that way, let alone actually played with myself. Had something changed, now that I had seen my husband jerking himself off in front of me?
“Naughty girl,” Rick said, his eyes narrowing and a little smile appearing on his face as he noticed my hand, only a fraction of a second later than I had realized myself that I had started to rub my clit. At the same time, he moved his left hand to the back of my head. Our eyes remained locked on each other’s faces as slowly and gently he thrust his hips forward to fill my mouth with his manhood.
My two middle fingers had frozen there, on the wrinkly hood of the little bud that seemed to tingle more fiercely the more my husband degraded me. I wondered suddenly if Rick meant to punish me for masturbating, and to my dismay the idea just made me start to move those wicked fingers again.
“Keep going,” Rick said, his voice sounding thick with what I knew must be the pleasure my little mouth gave his cock as he moved it slowly in and out. I tasted my pussy for the first time, my blush growing even fiercer at the naughtiness of this wifely duty. I tasted salt from his exertions in disciplining me and enjoying me so forcefully. “Put your fingers inside your pussy and get some of that sweet juice. Spread it on your clit. I want you to make yourself come with me in your mouth. That will help you learn.”
“Oh, God,” I tried to say, around my husband’s thrusting penis. It came out as a desperate, muffled little cry. If Rick cared at all to know what I wanted to express, he didn’t show it.
“Shh,” he murmured. “Just take it. Just take it now.”
He held my head firmly and leaned forward with my hips, pressing the thick, rigid pole of his erection further into my mouth than he had yet.