Something pressed against my lips again, softer than before, wet and warm. I opened my lips, letting it slide into my mouth. My tongue moved automatically, tasting a faint sweetness mixed with heat that had nothing to do with food. The size, the shape, the way it pushed far enough to make me feel it at the back of my tongue… it only made me crave it more.
It is just a game. That is all this is.
I rolled it slowly, tasting it more than I needed to, my mind scrambling for an answer that would keep me from seeming flustered. When he withdrew, I licked my lips, trying to erase the feeling. "Strawberry… something," I said quickly. My voice was quieter than before.
He did not tell me if it was right.
Instead, I felt the sudden brush of fingers against my cheek, tilting my chin up slightly. Then two fingertips slipped into my mouth again, this time coated in something thicker, richer, clinging to my tongue. I didn't know what it was, but I could taste the faint trace of skin beneath the cream. The warmth was stronger this time, the weight of his hand steady against my jaw.
I told myself I needed to clean the cream off to guess it properly. My lips wrapped tighter around his fingers, both cheeks pulled in, sucking gently as my tongue rubbed along them, sliding to the sides before moving up and down slowly. I could feel the shape of each finger and the rough spots on his skin as they moved inside my mouth.
This is not wrong. It is only guessing.
Then he pulled them out just a little, only to push them back in again, repeating the motion in a slow rhythm, like he was fucking my mouth with his fingers. Each time he slid them in, they went deeper, pressing against my tongue, making my lips stretch around them. The wet sound of my own spit filled my ears, the warmth of it covering his fingers completely.
I was certain my face looked pathetic by now, eyes hidden under the blindfold but mouth open and eager, my body betraying me with how quickly I adapted to his pace.
I finally drew back, gasping for air and took some random guesses, acting as if nothing in my tone had changed. I heard him exhale, a sound too soft to be a laugh but not far from it.
"Good," he said. "You are better at this than I thought."
My lips were still wet from him, and my voice came out unneccesarily weaker. "Y-yeah… thank you," I said, sounding shameful even to myself.
There was a short pause, then his voice lowered again, deep and rougj. "Now… the final dish. The one you've been waiting for."
My heart jolted.
Final dish? My mind scrambled to think for an answer which somewhere I already knew. But before I could guess, a scent hit me.
It was strong. Hot. Male. My nose twitched involuntarily, the smell both disgusting and intoxicating all at once. It clung to the air, thick and musky, wrapping around me like heat.
I froze. No. It couldn't be.
Something warm brushed against the tip of my nose. My breath caught as the shape registered against my skin, the weight and heat impossible to mistake now. He pressed it lightly, almost playfully, letting it slide across the bridge of my nose. He kept it there for few good seconds against my nose, just enough to remind me of exactly what it was, speaking in a tone that skirted the edge of obvious. "Smell it. Take it in… it's right in front of you." And... I did. I breathe in that disgusting and addictive smell as much as I could and he finally pulled it back.
My mind went wild. Every nerve seemed to spark at once, every pulse in my body hammering in time with the throb between my legs. My hand clenched tightly around the fabric of my skirt, twisting it in my fist. Drool pooled at the corner of my mouth, slipping down my chin.
The thick heat bumped my nose again, a little harder this time. His voice came low, like he was talking about something ordinary instead of what he was doing. "Hmm… where does this food go?"
Before I could even process the question, his heavy thing began dragging across my face. Side to side, up and down, spreading and printing that warm, musky scent into my skin. My blindfold shifted slightly with each pass, and then I felt the heat of his thing, trying to hook under the blindfold, trying to lift it.
It didn't come off completely, but light slipped in for a second—just enough for me to see a blurred, thick shape moving above me before the blindfold settled back in place. My cunt was as wet as it could get.
Then his thing slid down, pressing against my lips.
A slow, lazy tap.
Once. Twice. The skin was soft but firm, the kind of contact that made my lips twitch with every smack.
"Hmm… why isn't this opening?" His tone was innocent in that intentional way, humilating and degrading. "I thought you wanted it."
He rubbed against my lips, back and forth, the heat seeping in until I couldn't help but open my lips under the pressure. Drool leaked out instantly, spilling over, covering the thing he was teasing me with.
I was too turned on to speak, too lost in the ache between my legs. Slowly, I let my tongue stretch forward, dying to touch it—
And he pulled away, pressing against my cheek instead. Wet and dirty.
A short laugh. "Look at that cute tongue… trying to get a taste."
I almost whimpered, but before I could stop myself, I leaned toward him, my tongue pushed out again—this time catching the edge of him before he shifted it away.
Frustration burned through the haze, but he kept playing, brushing it against my jaw, my chin, anywhere but where I needed. I tried to raise my hands, desperate to grab him and pull him into my mouth, but his voice stopped me cold.
"Only your mouth."
I froze, panting, and nodded quickly even though my whole body was begging to just touch him.
I opened my mouth wide, hoping—praying—he would just shove it inside already. His cock touched my lips and I instantly pushed my head forward, desperate to catch his cock.
But he pulled back, a low laugh rumbling above me.
"Alright… you want this, right?"
I nodded quickly, too fast, like I couldn't control it.
He paused, and then his voice dipped lower. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you are."
My throat tightened, the words catching, but his tone left no room to hide.
"You better come here whenever I call you. No excuses."
I hesitated—just for a second.
The next thing I felt was a sharp, heavy smack across my cheek. His cock slapped against my skin with a wet sound, the sting mixing with the pleasure it left behind.
"Say it… if you want to feel this again."
The shame hit just as hard as the rush that followed. I was so turned on I couldn't breathe. My voice came out broken, pathetic. "I'll come… whenever you want."
He made a low, satisfied sound, and finally, finally, he pushed forward, pressing the thick head past my lips.
The taste hit me like a drug. I didn't ease in. I devoured him—mouth stretching, jaw aching, sucking like I'd been starved. I pushed forward hard, trying to take him as deep as I could until the tip crashed into the back of my throat.
I gagged, coughing around him, my breath breaking, but he didn't move. His chuckled above me. "That desperate?"
I didn't care. I shoved forward again, my mouth flooding with saliva, choking and swallowing around the thickness. My hair slipped over my face, sticking to my cheeks as I bobbed hard, forcing him in and out.
Wet, obscene noises filled the air—slurps, chokes, the smacking of my lips against his skin—each one only making me hungrier.
His hand rested on the back of my head, fingers curling into my hair.
"Stop holding back," he said, and before I could even draw breath, he shoved me down.
My throat clenched around him, my body trembling as the head forced past the point I'd been avoiding. I gagged hard, eyes squeezing shut, but he didn't pull me back—he held me there, letting me feel every inch pressing down my throat.
Drool spilled out, dripping down my chin, wetting the front of my skirt. My hands balled into fists on my lap, the only thing keeping me from clawing at him.
"There you go," he murmured, the words thick with satisfaction. "Take it… take all of it."
When he finally let me up, I gasped, sucking in air through my nose, but before I could recover, he pushed me straight back down again. My lips slammed wetly against the base, the heat and smell overwhelming everything.
I wasn't thinking anymore. My body was working on its own, head bobbing, sucking hard, swallowing every time I felt him twitch in my mouth.
The sounds between us were filthy—deep, wet gulps and sharp gasps as I fought for breath, his cock sliding in and out of my stretched lips with obscene ease now, each thrust pushing spit down my throat.
He tightened his grip and set the pace himself, pulling me forward until I was choking, then dragging me back just far enough for me to gasp before forcing me down again.
I could feel every beat of my pulse in my ears, in my chest, between my legs. I was shaking, my knees pressed tight together under my skirt as heat spread through me so fiercely I thought I might come just from this.
The more he forced me down, the more I started to like it. The tight, helpless gags that had made me panic before now sent a sharp waves of pleasure inside my pussy. I could feel myself moaning around him, my throat vibrating against his cock every time I choked.
A low laugh rumbled above me. "Oh… you're liking this now, aren't you?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't—not with him filling my mouth—but my trembling, my needy noises, gave me away.
"Look at you," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Getting off while you choke on me."
His hand slid up, fingers tangling deeper into my hair, and then he yanked it back into a tight grip, holding every strand away from my face so nothing could get in the way. My head was locked in place, his hips free to use me exactly how he wanted.
He started to thrust harder, the wet slap of his cock hitting the inside of my throat echoed in my ears. Drool streamed down my chin, onto my chest, soaking the front of my top. My nose pressed into the base of him with every push, cutting off my air, making my vision blur at the edges.
I was gone—completely gone. Every muscle in my body begged for more, my skirt bunched in my fists as I pushed forward instead of pulling away. I wanted it deeper, harder, messier.
His breathing grew rough, his pace jerking, the weight of him throbbing in my mouth. His grip in my hair tightened painfully.
"Don't pull back," he growled. "Take it."
And I did. I stayed down as he groaned hard, hips driving forward in a final sharp thrust. Heat exploded down my throat in thick, hot bursts, filling me before I even realized he was coming.
I swallowed greedily, every drop, the taste flooding my senses. My eyes watered, but I didn't move until his cock twitched and he let out a long, satisfied exhale.
When he finally pulled me off, a thin string of cum stretched from my lips to his cock before breaking, my mouth still hanging open, chest heaving, hair still locked tight in his fist. The blindfold had slipped loose, hanging low over my face until it covered the filthy mess coating my mouth and chin.
His voice cut through the haze firmly, pulling me back from the dizzy high. "You better leave. Before Lina comes back."
The name hit me like a slap, snapping my mind back to reality. Lina. I had… forgotten about her.
I pushed up from the chair, legs trembling, my skirt clinging damply between my thighs. Every step I took toward the door left me painfully aware of the warm, thick drip sliding down, threatening to betray me. My hand shot up to my face, covering my mouth as I swallowed hard, forcing down the salty heat so there would be no trace.
The hallway was empty. Lina's voice still floated faintly from somewhere outside, talking on the phone.
I quietly slipped past her without a word and thank god she didn't turn. My heart pounded as I hurried toward my house, one hand pressed over the front of my top where I could feel a damp spot spreading.
Right outside the door, I paused. I smoothed my hair quickly, wiped at the corners of my mouth, and steadied my breathing before reaching for the handle.
I stepped inside, my body still trembling from everything I'd just been through. Before I could even catch my breath, his voice called out soft playfully.
"Wifeeyyy."
He was already moving toward me, arms reaching out to wrap around me. Panic fluttered in my chest—I wasn't ready for this. I had just choked on that cock, felt it deep in my mouth, and now here he was, wanting to kiss me.
I took a step back, but also realized it could create unnecessary doubts. So I leaned forward, slightly opening my lips for a short kiss. A sharp jolt of confusion and shame hit me. His tongue slid inside, warm and exploring, and against all reason, my body reacted, a flicker of guilt and shame with excitement rising despite everything. He was kissing me so passionately after his wife just choked herself on that fat cock. Fuck, this was so wrong and thrilling at the same time.
I hoped he noticed what his wife had done just moments before. That she had just sucked another man's dirty cock, tasted it deeply, and now was pressing her lips to his. If he couldn't see it, if he was too blind or naive to realize how stained and used she already was, then maybe he deserved every disgusting kiss from a mouth still soaked in someone else's taste. Maybe he deserved to feel the shame and dirt she carried with her, and understand just how far she had already fallen.
I pulled back, hoping this was enough for him to realize and slightly afraid of what I was feeling.