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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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MY BOSS' SLUT
Part Five
I could not believe it! My slut wife was in the hospital on that
Monday. She had surgery to change her body like Mr. Williams, my
boss, wanted it. After all, she was my wife, but she was primarily
his slut.
But, what I really could not believe was he gave me his other
slut, Trudy, his secretary, to use while he was out of town for the
week. Not only could I use her, but I was helping him train her, too.
I was very honored Mr. Williams was trusting me with such an important
job. I had never trained a slut before. In fact, I had never fucked a
woman except Becky. Now, I was going to get Trudy, to fuck and to
train.
I was very excited when I got to Trudy's apartment after work. I
had the riding crop Mr. Williams gave me hidden under my coat. I
knocked hard on the door.
Trudy, wearing a bathrobe, had a wild, sexy smile when she opened
the door. "Hi, Bobby. What took you so long? Come on in."
When I walked in, she kissed me long and hard. The robe fell open
and she was naked underneath it.
"I want you, Bobby. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, rubbing
her body against me.
She was a lot more eager than my Becky was for me, but I thought
something was funny.
"First, I need to whip you, Trudy."
"No, please, don't do it."
"Mr. Williams told me to do it."
"He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me fuck
you, Bobby. I will fuck you so hard you will forget about the
whipping."
I pushed her away.
"Trudy, Mr. Williams has entrusted me with his slut's punishment
and I intend to do it just as he wants, whether the slut is Becky or
you. Now, he said for you to show me how to hang you by your feet."
"Please, no, Bobby," she said very softly.
She spread her legs for me to see her shaved pussy. She moved
against me, rubbing her body on mine. Man, was I hard! But, I was
going to do what Mr. Williams wanted.
"I will whip you, Trudy. Do it now or I will tell him you tried
to get out of your punishment."
"All right," she answered with great disappointment.
I certainly hoped Trudy was going to show me what Mr. Williams
intended for her to show me. I followed her into the bedroom. She let
the robe drop to the floor. She had a very nice body, but I guessed
it was not nearly as nice as Becky was going to be after her surgery.
Trudy sat on the floor and fastened leather restraints to her
wrists and ankles. She pulled them very tight. She told me what to
do. I attached her wrists to her ankles. Mr. Williams had installed
a pulley system in her bedroom for suspending her when he wanted to do
it. I attached the rope which ran through the pulley to her ankles
and pulled. Slowly, her legs rose in the air. With her arms tied to
her ankles, she was bent almost double. I kept pulling.
"You are not nearly as strong as Mr. Williams," she said. "He
could raise me all the way with one hand."
Maybe I was not as strong as Mr. Williams, but I was strong enough
to get the job done. I kept pulling until she was off the ground and
was swinging in the air.
I was so hard! I had never been this hard. I found the crop.
"Bobby, you better gag me before you start. I don't want the
neighbors to call the police."
I found the gag. It was a ball with a leather strap to buckle
behind her head. Her eyes were wide and excited as I buckled it as
tightly as it would go. I thought Trudy was looking forward to this.
I remembered how much Mr. Williams' other slut, Becky, my wife,
enjoyed being whipped when she was tied over his desk.
Trudy was swinging in the air, her legs straight, her body bent
since her wrists were attached to her ankles. I could see her face.
I could also see her lovely legs and her shaved pussy. Her ass hole
winked at me.
Nobody had said otherwise so I decided that whipping a woman was
best performed when naked. I undressed. Trudy was watching me,
looking like a chipmunk trying to swallow a racquet ball with that gag
in her mouth. I guess that is what gave me the idea. I had played
racquet ball a few times.
In racquet ball, you step into the swing and snap your wrist. I
lined up behind Trudy. She started whimpering through the gag. She
was swinging more, trying to get away. I pulled the crop back and
swung, putting my weight behind it and popping my wrist just like in
racquet ball.
Wow! The welt just seemed to appear from nowhere right where her
ass meets her thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag. She
was moving like crazy, pulling up and down on the rope, like a yo-yo.
I saw the piss flying from her and the sweat break out. Trudy had a
wild, pained look on her face.
When I pulled the crop back for the second stroke, she jerked and
swung violently in the air. I waited for her to stop swinging. It took
me forty minutes to give her all ten because of all her movement. I
certainly hoped Mr. Williams would approve. I had landed them between
her knees and the top of her ass, just like he wanted. She was so
exhausted by the last two, she had quit struggling. She just sobbed,
as she hung there limply.
My cock had been so hard the whole time. I thought what would Mr.
Williams do? I decided he would fuck her in the ass as she hung
there. So I did. I pushed my cock in her pussy a few times to
lubricate it. Then, I grabbed her hips, and stuck my cock against her
ass hole. I pulled on her hips.
What a feeling! Me! Bobby! Fucking a woman's ass for the first
time. And, not just any woman, but one of my boss' sluts who I had
just whipped. Her ass hole was so tight. Her legs and ass were so hot
against me from the whipping. I pulled her back and forth. Her ass
quivered around my cock. I did not even try to hold back. I just let
my balls empty themselves in her ass.
After I recovered and took her down, I lay her on the bed and
removed the gag.
"Mr. Williams is going to be very angry with you, Bobby," she
snapped.
"Why?" I was appalled. I wanted him to be pleased.
"You whipped me too hard. These stripes will be here a week from
now. He said to make them hard enough so they would go away in twelve
hours. Remember?"
"I was doing my best. He said to be too hard rather than too
light."
"Well, you were way too hard!"
I was devastated. I certainly hoped the stripes disappeared before
Mr. Williams got back. I was trying so hard to please him.
Tuesday and Wednesday at lunch Trudy sucked my cock in Mr.
Williams office. I held off as long as I could to give her the best
training possible. I looked at her stripes each night when I slept
with her at her place. I did not whip her again, but I did not need
to. The stripes were very obvious, particularly that first one. She
told me it still hurt like hell. I could feel the welt against me
when I fucked her doggy style.
Wednesday the doctor called. They were going to pierce Becky that
afternoon and he wanted me to come watch. I was so excited. I had
missed my wife.
Becky was laying in the hospital room when I stuck my head in the
door. She looked tired, which surgery does to you. The sheet was
pulled back so I could see her. I could see the sutures under her
breasts where the implants had been inserted. Her whole middle was
wrapped in bandages from the liposuction. And, her poor face. She
looked like she had butted heads with a rhino. Her face was black and
blue with bandages across her nose.
"Hello, Bobby," she said sweetly. "I have missed you."
"I have missed you, too."
I stood by the bed, holding her hand. I was afraid to kiss her
but she raised her lips to me. It felt so good to kiss her again. I
was surprised how different it felt after kissing Trudy for three
days. Becky was a much better kisser even with the bandages on her
nose.
"Becky, your breasts are so big."
She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her
reconstructed nose.
"Bobby, these are not breasts. Breasts are those little things I
had before. These are TITS! Big tits. Aren't they magnificent? I
just love them. You know, Bobby, all sluts should have big tits like
these. Go ahead. You can touch them, just be gentle."
I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and tight.
"Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to need a
lot of TLC from now on. And, from the way the doctor and male
attendants drool over them, I bet these tits will get all the loving
they need."
"When will the doctor be here?"
"Anytime. How have you been?"
"Fine. I am helping Mr. Williams train his other slut. I have
been sleeping with her everynight since you entered the hospital."
Tears burst from her eyes.
"What do you mean? Do you have someone else?"
"No, Becky. I am just assisting Mr. Williams."
"But, I don't want you to have sex with someone else," she sobbed.
"I want you to be faithful to me."
"Becky, you have other people. Many other people."
She got really angry at me. She sat up in bed. Fire shot from
her eyes.
"That is different. I am a slut. Sluts fuck who their man wants
them to fuck. Sluts even fuck around if it is all right with their
man. But, you are my husband. You are suppose to be faithful. Jesus
Christ, Bobby! I cannot believe you cheated on me!"
"It was not cheating. Mr. Williams told me to do it."
"Mr. Williams told me," she said mockingly. "Do you do everything
Mr. Williams says? You wimp! Well, I don't give a shit what Mr.
Williams says. I am your wife. If you have another woman, I will
leave you! Do you understand me?"
"You do everything Mr. Williams says," I answered defensively.
"That is different. He is a man, not a wimp. And, I am his
woman. His whorish, cock loving, hard fucking, big titted slut! I
will always do what he says. But, you better not touch anyone else!
I am warning you!"
I was crushed. I could not believe Becky was talking to me like
that. I could not understand why she was so upset. It was not like I
was playing around. I was obeying Mr. Williams just like she was.
I was trying to decide what to say when the doctor and two nurses
came in the room. The nurses were men and strong. They began tying my
Becky to the bed. One nurse pulled her tongue out and attached a
clamp, holding the tongue tip out where he could reach it. The clamp
had a bar which fit against her mouth to keep her from pulling her
tongue back.
The doctor leaned over Becky and said, "Normally, we spray a
little topical anesthetic and penetrate quickly to minimize pain. But.
Mr. Williams wants you to really feel this. So, no anesthetic and
the brad goes in real slowly. Here it is."
He held up the brad for her to see. It was like a thumbtack
except the top was more rounded and had small bumps all over it. He
seized the end of her tongue in forceps and held it still. He put the
pointed end of the brad against her tongue and pushed.
She screamed as blood shot everywhere. I fainted.
The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on my
forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my head between my
legs, so the blood would return to my brain. He got me a glass of
juice. When I was stable, I stood by the bed and looked down at my
Becky. I could not see the piercing in her navel because they had
replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the bed, wrists attached
to the corners above her head, legs in a frog style with her knees
spread and tied. The rings in her pussy were clearly visible.
"Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" with the new
brad in her tongue.
She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to leave and
come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and left. But, I did not
go back to the hospital until Saturday when it was time to take her
home.
Becky was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was
wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square
bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I
entered, she stood and put her arms around me.
"Oh, Bobby. I was afraid you had left me. You frightened me not
coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Bobby, I
don't want to lose you!"
"I just needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was
thinking over what was going on in our lives. That, and I spent every
available moment having sex with Trudy, which I really enjoyed a lot.
"I am sorry I was nasty to you, Bobby," she murmured in my ear.
"Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you
really are the perfect husband for me."
She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I
decided I was going to like that brad.
"You are perfect for me, Bobby. Not just any man could love a
slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his
slut wife fucked other men. Please, Bobby, tell me you will stay with
me and that I am forgiven for being nasty to you."
"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."
"Oh, Bobby. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."
I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed.
Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she
felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes
left from her breakfast in bed.
"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto
me intently.
I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed
calm.
"Trudy."
"Trudy? Why, she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I
was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to
leave me. I am not worried about Trudy," she said smugly.
"You do not need to worry about anyone, Becky. I will never leave
you."
"I know that now. I really should not have said anything. If Mr.
Williams told you to do it, I am glad you did. But, please, Bobby,
don't go chasing women. Come to me. I am the best fuck you could
find anyway. And, look at the way I look. I am a fucker's playground
now, Bobby, and you are welcome in my sandbox any time."
Becky really did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge
tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting.
And, those piercings everywhere. But, it was more than that. She had
a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be
fucked now."
Sill. I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything
was upset if her husband had another woman. But, I did not need to
understand. I just needed Becky to be happy with me. And, she seemed
to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Williams. I wanted to keep
her that way.
"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I am off limits until
tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. And, maybe we can
try out this new brad."
She had a happy smile on her face. Her Becky smile. The one I
liked so much.
"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I will play with
you."
When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me.
Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my
cock.
"Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the surgery.
That is something you always enjoyed."
"I want to hear."
"Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday night I
spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why they call him Horse.
Good lord, that man is well hung! Bobby, before dawn I think I had
sex with every man in that retirement home who could get it up. And,
a few tried and could not do it, but most sure could. It was really
fun, you know. Not only did I have a variety of cocks shoved up my
pussy for hours on end, which any slut would like, they were a bunch
of nice guys. I mean most of those men had never fucked a slut like
me. And, it had been a long time since they had fucked a woman my
age. There were so grateful and sweet with me.
By morning, I was exhausted. They have fucked me a long time and
I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed and changed into the
clothes Mr. Williams left for me. It was just a top and pair of short
shorts. When Mr. Williams arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I
was. I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his place and
let me sleep the rest of the day.
Oh, Bobby, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my hand?"
"Your mouth."
"I'll try," she said.
She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue swishing
around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could feel every bump on
it. But, she stopped.
"Bobby, my tongue is still sore. Let me use my hand."
"No. Just play with him while you finish your story."
"Okay. At about six, Mr. Williams awakened me. He led me into
the shower and turned on the water. I did not want to get my hair wet,
but he had other ideas. And, you know, a good slut always does what
her man wants her to do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head
under the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was cold! I
was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It was so strange. Every
place his body touched me, he was so warm compared to the cold water,
it felt like I was burning from his touch.
Then, he turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted me up
so my legs were around his waist. I just eased down, letting that big
cock of his slide up me. Bobby, it is too bad you are not a woman.
You are missing out on the greatest feeling in the world, having a big
cock shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The water was
flowing all over us. He was banging my back against the wall.
Fucking me. I started to cum, Bobby. It was not a mind-blowing
orgasm, more like floating and getting electrical shocks which made me
twitch and spasm on his cock.
He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his cock
still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out and pushed me to
my knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him real good.
Soon, he came in my mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I
swished it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I
continued to suck him.
Do you want to cum?"
"No. But, I want you to suck on him a little more."
"You know, Bobby. You are learning to hold back better. I am
going to like that."
Becky wrapped her lips around my cock again. It felt so good. So
good. I decided to cum in her mouth so I held her head with both
hands as I pumped my cock in her mouth and, then, let myself go. I
heard her slurping and swallowing as her head bobbed on my firing
cock.
"That was nice, Bobby. I like swallowing your cum for a change.
Sluts love cum, you know. Let me tell you more of my weekend.
After our shower, I asked Mr. Williams what I should wear.
'Just this,' he replied.
He took a heavy steel chain from the drawer. He wrapped it twice
around my neck, pulled it snug and locked it in place with a heavy
padlock. The weight felt strange and about a foot of chain hung loose
down my front so it dangled against my breasts.
'That is just so we all know you are a slut and will do as you are
told,' he said.
"Do I wear anything else?" I asked.
'No,' Mr. Williams said. 'Tonight, some of my club members are
coming over to play poker. You will service us, all of us. You will
do anything anyone wants. I also expect you to keep the snacks and
the drinks coming. Sluts like cum, Becky. From now on, you will eat
all the cum you can get. If someone cums in your pussy or ass, you
will use your fingers to trap that cum and suck it down. Do you
understand?'
'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I answered.
'And, you will address all the men by their last names. I expect
you to be a perfect slut with my friends, Becky.'
'Yes, sir. You can count on me.'
Well, Bobby, there I was naked except for a chain around my neck.
I was going to service the whole poker club. I felt so slutty. I
felt so good!"
I could tell Becky was excited about her weekend, about being a
slut for them. She kissed me and I could taste my cum in her mouth. I
did not mind.
"Mr. Simmons was the first to arrive. He is a rancher and
businessman. Mr. Williams and I were both naked. I helped Mr. Simmons
undress, hanging his clothes in the closet. He gave me a big smile
and pushed me to my knees right there in the hall. Mr. Williams just
grinned.
I am a slut. I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed his cock and
stuck it in my mouth and started sucking. He rested his hands on my
head, letting me suck him. I am a good cock sucker, Bobby. And, I
will be the best ever someday if I am not already. So, Mr. Simmons
came in my mouth.
'Very well done, Becky,' he said. 'I have a present for you.'
Bobby, her handed me two wine bottles. But, it was not wine
inside them. It was a white viscous liquid.
'What is this?' I asked.
'Cum. Farm animal cum. Horse, bull, ram, all mixed.'
'Cum?'
'Yes. And, you will drink all of it before the night is over. I
know how sluts like cum.'
He was right, Bobby. Sluts like cum. This slut loves cum. All
evening when I got them drinks, I topped off my own glass with the cum
Mr. Simmons brought me. My lord, Bobby, I have no idea how much cum I
swallowed that night, but it was a lot. You know, that cum tasted
differently than a man's cum, but it still very good cum. I know
besides all the cum the men gave me, I drank both bottles of the
animal cum. Well, actually, some of it I rubbed all over my face when
they told me to do it. But, I drank almost all of it.
Do you want me to make you cum again, Bobby? I will swallow all
of it, I promise."
"Just play with it. And, finish your story."
"I really would like some cum."
"I need to buy you a dog," I said with a laugh.
"Bobby, that would be sweet. Maybe, two dogs. Big dogs with big
balls that hold a lot of cum."
Becky laughed, but she was being serious.
"Bobby, it was a wild night. I helped every man undress after he
walked in the door. I hung up his clothes. Then, I blew him. I
fixed them drinks and got the snacks. They started playing poker.
After I got all the drinks, Mr. Williams had me kneel on the floor by
him for a while. But, then he ordered me under the table.
'Now, Becky, suck my cock. When I say switch, you move to the man
on your right and suck his cock until I say switch again. Understand?'
'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I said as I crawled under the table.
Well, Bobby, the idea was to keep all of them hard but not let
them cum, to build up their desire. I was under that table an hour, I
bet, sucking one cock, then the next. Is that slutty or what? Just
sucking one cock then another. I loved it. Of course, I could
identify the men by their cocks even if I did not know what seat they
were in.
Then, Mr. Williams told me to kneel by him again. Oh, Bobby, my
pussy was dripping juices from sucking all those cocks. I had not
orgasmed and I wanted a cock in me so badly I was about to die. But, I
did not say anything. A slut does not demand, Bobby. Not a good slut
anyway. She waits on her man. I did not have to wait long.
Bobby, do you like hearing these stories?"
"Yes."
"Why? Why do you like hearing about your wife fucking and sucking
other men?"
If Becky had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I do not know
what I would have said. But, I had thought a lot about that. A whole
lot. I guess seeing Becky and all the joy she was having and my week
with Trudy is what made it clear in my mind.
"Becky, you are a natural born, true, slut. You need to fuck and
suck a lot. I would rather you be my happy wife and a slut for other
men, then unhappy like you were before. And, I want us to have a
baby."
"But, after I am pregnant, do you expect me to be faithful again?"
"No."
"That's good, Bobby, because you are correct. I am a natural born
slut. More importantly, I love being a slut. I love sucking cocks
under the table, and having big tits, and knowing a lot of different
cocks are going to be rammed up my slimy slue. I loved being commanded
and being tied up and being whipped. I love it, Bobby. I just
absolutely love all of it."
She was smiling down at me when the doorbell rang. She jumped up
and reached for her robe.
"Answer in the nude," I said.
She gave me a slutty grin and pranced out to the door. I wondered
what was happening but she returned shortly with a glass in her hand.
"You should have seen the deliveryman's face. He could not take
his eyes off my tits as I signed the receipt."
She held up a bottle of white liquid for me to see.
"Look, Bobby. Animal cum. Mr. Simmons sent it. Wasn't that
sweet of him to do? His note said I would get a quart every other
day. Isn't that great? All that cum and just for me."
She poured some into the glass she had and took a big gulp of the
cum. It left a white line above her lip which she licked off like a
cat licking cream.
"All for me, unless you want some? Do you, Bobby? Do you want to
share this cum? I know you like to eat your cum from my pussy."
"I don't want any. I like seeing your orgasm, Becky. I do not
eat you to get cum."
"I am glad to hear that, Bobby. A quart every two days is not a
lot and I really don't want to share."
She turned the glass upside down and drained it into her mouth.
Then, she stuck her finger, sliding it around the edge of the glass to
glean whatever was left. She sucked her finger clean as I watched
her. She lay down beside me again.
"Should I go on with my story?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Jefferson said, 'I am ready to fuck the slut, but I think we
should tie her up first.'
'Why? She will do anything willingly,' Mr. Williams responded. He
turned to me.
'Do you need to be bound, Becky?'
'No, sir. Just tell me what you want.'
'I want to whip her,' Mr. Jefferson said.
Bobby, I know you whipped Trudy. And, Mr. Williams told me you
would be whipping me each day. Actually, I am looking forward to it.
Being whipped and then fucked is so slutty, it makes me horny thinking
about it. But, you know, I like being tied up, too. Remember when Mr.
Williams tied me to his desk and whipped me. God, I loved it! But, I
knew Mr. Williams was trying to show his friends how eager and
obedient I was. I wanted him to be proud of his slut. They were all
watching me, to see what I would do. So, I said it.
'You don't need to tie me up. I will hold still for my whipping.'
Well, Bobby, they stopped playing cards and laid me face down
across the table. I reached across the grab the table edge in my
hands. I knew I was going to have to hang on no matter what they did
to me. Mr. Williams told me to spread my legs and hold still.
'Becky,' he said. 'You can scream and cry, but you better not move
your hands or feet.'
I started to answer but I got the first lick from a willow branch
right across my ass. God, it hurt. It hurt more than the piercings. I
screamed at the top of my lungs. But, I did not let go of that table.
You remember seeing the marks when I came home. They gave me ten.
Mr. Jefferson, who insisted I be whipped, was the mildest in his
strokes.
I was sobbing and my ass was burning. The heat was going all
through me. I needed to be fucked so badly, Bobby. God, I needed it.
That whipping made me feel so slutty and so horny I thought I would
die if I did not get fucked. They were all standing around looking at
me, but every cock I could see was rock hard.
'Come on, you studs,' I said. 'I need to be fucked now!'
That started it, Bobby. All six of them fucked me every way they
could until none of them could get it up. Bobby, it was my first
three at one time. It took a little maneuvering, but I did it. And,
I ate every drop of cum I could find, even the cum that oozed out of
my ass hole. It tasted different than the other cum, I must say.
They fucked me on the table and on the floor and one fucked me while
the others held me in mid air. Fucking, and fucking and fucking. I
was just floating with orgasm after orgasm. God, I was in heaven!
Bobby, I am really horny. I can't fuck, but you are the best
pussy eater in the world. Would you, please?"
"I would like to eat you, Becky. Why don't you turn so you face
my feet and work on my cock with your mouth?"
"How about a titty fuck? My tits are not as sore as the rest of
me. I was wondering, Bobby. Why didn't Mr. Williams have my nipples
pierced?"
"He told me that. You are going to be nursing babies and Mr.
Williams said he will take the milk the baby doesn't need."
"Oh, Bobby. Just think about it! A tiny, precious, baby, my baby.
No, our baby, Bobby. It will be ours even though another man gets me
pregnant. A real man with real sperm. Yes. Our baby nursing on these
big tits. I bet my tits get even bigger when my milk comes in. Wow.
I will really be huge. They are DD now, you know. I wonder how big
they will get?"
"Real big. Now, wrap those big tits around my cock, slut!"
"Oh, Bobby. I love it when you talk that way."
Becky jammed her pussy down over my mouth. I felt her suck my
cock to get him wet and then slip it between those tits of hers. It
was strange feeling the rings of each side of her pussy against my
cheeks. But, her pussy was a sweet tasting and good smelling as ever.
I sucked and licked. Becky started bouncing up and down.
"Come on, pussy eater! Come on! I am so close!"
It was so good to hear her scream when she orgasmed. Her pussy
was jammed down hard over my mouth with my tongue stuck up her as far
as it would go. I love eating Becky's pussy. I felt her relax and
rest. Then, she started moving again, rubbing my cock between those
big tits of hers. When she felt me tighten like I always do before I
cum, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked. That brad was wild on
the underside of my cock. I loved cumming in her mouth. We both
drifted off to sleep with my sweet Becky's hot and pierced pussy in my
face and my cock in her mouth.
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