0 comments/ 172382 views/ 23 favorites Closet Slut Ch. 1 By: miss_cheevious1 I had just finished doing some laundry when I heard the knock at the door. I never even thought about the fact that it was late, I was alone, and our house was secluded and far from the road. The privacy had been a selling point for my husband and I but now with the new job he had taken last year he spent a lot of time traveling. It seemed each month he was gone more and more. It was straining our marriage but I knew how important this job was to him. He admired his boss, but I found him arrogant. Each time we met I felt as if he was stripping me layer by layer, exposing me. He treated John and all his employees like he was vastly superior to them but they all seemed to have this desire to please him. I couldn't understand it...no that's a lie...I understood too well, for I too, fantasized about pleasing him. When the door swung open it was as if my musings had conjured him up for there stood my husband's boss Lee Taylor. Without thinking I slammed the door, or tried to, he was too quick and caught the edge of the door, laughing as he pushed it open and stepped on in. "That isn't any way to greet your livelihood', he grinned looking me up and down. I was barefoot with just a pair of cutoff shorts, that made my long legs go on forever. The black tank top I was wearing was old and worn and clung to my full breasts like a second skin. My short blonde hair was tousled and my green eyes stormy at the intrusion. 'John isn't here", I reported. "I know" he chuckled, turning to lock the door with an ominous click and then moving into the front room and taking a seat on the sofa, arms spread out across the back. "Of course I know he's gone I send him on all these important trips, and then I feel so guilty leaving you here all alone!" "I want you to leave," I said, but he ignored me and continued on as if I hadn't spoken at all. "You must get damn lonely here by yourself, all the time, why don't you come over here and sit down?" he patted the sofa cushion next to him, causing me to back away, shaking my head. "It's been a rough day today and I need to unwind." I asked him once more to leave, but he just laughed. Angrily I stomped my foot, insisting, "Get out of our house. Nothing is ever going to happen between us. He stood up quickly, scaring me. I turned to leave, not sure what I was going to do, surprised when he grabbed me spinning me around. I looked up biting my lips nervously, my heart beating, guilty for God forgive me I was more aroused by him then my dear sweet husband ever could get me, and this seemed so, so wrong. "You must get really horny without John around to stick that sad little pecker of his into you" he growled. I raised my hand to slap him, wanting to hit him hard, to hurt him but he caught my arm twisting it back, leaning over me I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his words whispered in my ears, "I knew the moment I saw you that you were a closet slut...you just needed breaking in." He pushed me against the wall my arms above my head, eyes closed. I turned my head and felt his mouth move down along my jawline. His body pressed against mine and I could feel his erection between us hard, and hot. He lifted his chest off of mine but kept our pelvis' pressed together grinning when my traitorous body arched against his. "I've been patient long enough...my balls need draining" and he started to pull me down the hallway. I resisted, "My husband may work for you but you can't tell me what to do. Save your dictator act for the office. Didn't you hear me, I want you to leave," I repeated. He stopped and I relaxed thinking I had finally gotten through to him but his next words made me realize how wrong I was, "Do you want John to have a job when he gets back?" "You wouldn't" I asked, stupidly, realizing he would do anything, anything he wanted! "Your little John is going to be working at McDonalds if you don't cooperate here, darling" "He works his ass off for you," I spit out angrily. "He's a fuck up" "He's the best employee, you have" "The only reason I keep him around is you!" He reached down and unzipped his trousers, pulling out his hard cock. I could see the wet tip, glistening. My mouth dropped open, this was what a man's hard aroused cock should look like I remember thinking, long, thick. He laughed, "That's a good girl. Keep that mouth open. So babe do you suck John's cock." "That's none of your business," I backed away, swallowing hard, my eyes still staring at that hard piece of man that he lightly stroked as I watched. "Is his dick this big? he asked and laughed when I unconsciously shook my head answering him. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers, letting them fall to a heap in the middle of hall and stepping out of them and his boxer briefs. I had to leave...NOW...or I knew I was doomed, so I turned away from the mesmerizing sight of him. "I have his dismissal papers in the car" I stopped. "And of course I need to look into those sexual harassment charges. Worse than that, sexual assault! Imagine, 3 women who will swear that John raped them after requesting they work late. Hmmm, I sure hope pretty boy John likes it up the ass because he is going to prison." "That's a lie" I gasped. He laughed, Yes it is. But he's fucked because I have girls who will swear to it. "I hate you, I wish he had never taken this job." "Hate me or not, you're going to do as I say" "Doesn't it matter to you that you are forcing me? That I wouldn't have anything to do with you if you weren't using these threats", I taunted. He grinned running his hand up under my shirt and cupping my breast, his thumb teasing my hard nipple. I tried to resist but my traitorous body trembled and I could feel myself becoming damp. "Nope, he answered, shaking his head. Doesn't bother me a bit. And I think you like me more than you want to admit, and anyway this way your little hubby keeps his job and even gets a little promotion. Hell, maybe I'll put you on as a consultant." He lowered his head, sucking my erect nipple into his mouth, leaving a warm wet spot on my shirt. "Forget it," I replied, I wouldn't work for you ever. Just take care of my husband and this stays between us...agreed? He grabbed my shoulders pushing me down, "Agreed" he growled. I looked up, green eyes wide, taking a deep breath. He stood before me, stroking his hard cock slowly, looking down at me, hungrily. I felt devoured. "Give it a kiss, wife!" Biting my lip, I swallowed hard and then decided. I reached out wrapping my warm hand around his shaft. He reached down entwining his hands in my hair and pulling me closer. Although it hurt, pulling at my hair, I resisted, wanting at least some control. He laughed and let go, like a cat playing with a mouse, letting me think I had a modicum of power. Oh my, his cock was beautiful, long about 8 inches and thick. The head was engorged and glistened on the tip with his pre cum. I looked at it, a few inches away, pulsing, and leaned forward rubbing my face against it. He groaned, ordering me to get my pretty lips around it. His precum smeared across my cheek. My tongue flicked out tracing a path up the hard length of him. He groaned again, deep and guttural, "Good girl." Licking, tasting, letting my tongue slide along him. Suddenly his hands tightened in my hair again and he demanded, "Look at me, wife! Does that taste good?" The tip of his cock was on my chin and I shook my head, eyes closing. "Yes", I whispered. "Yes God help me it does." "Is your husband this big?" he demanded I shook my head...no. With the movement the engorged head of his cock slid across my lips. "Quit playing with it and suck it." My eyes flared briefly hating him. "Poor thing. He's never around, I make sure of that", laughing, "You must be starving." His hands slid along my face. "Such a pretty little cocksucker." I slid my warm wet mouth over him, sucking, tasting, using my tongue. He grabbed my chin and my hair, thrusting with his hips, and I resisted the urge to bite him. Instead I swallowed hard, feeling his cock slide in further, stretching my lips, filling my mouth. He groaned flexing his hips and I sucked harder. I reached down and cupped his balls my thumb reaching back and massaging the base of his cock, stroking it, rubbing with my fingertips. My mouth opened a bit and a mixture of his pre-cum and my saliva trickled down my chin. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, sucking him deeper into my throat. "That's it, blow me, you little slut! You never had your mouth this full have you?" I slid my mouth up and down his hard shaft moving it in and out, in and out in and out. "Do you want some cum. wife!" he demanded, "Are you hungry?" I moaned. shaking my head yes, sucking faster. "Don't you swallow a drop until you are told," he arrogantly instructed me, "Hold my load when it comes!" I reached around him, playing with his ass and pulling him tighter against me. He pulled back, leaving just the fat, engorged head in my mouth, "Use that tongue of yours, wife." I sucked, laving at it, licking along the defining ridge, nibbling with my teeth, moaning, sucking, wanting more. I felt his cock swell and then spit thick hot cum into my mouth. Another thick burst and my mouth was full, salty, sticky, trying not to swallow. He moaned as his cock lurched and spit a bit more, emptying into my mouth and across my face. The cum trickled out of my mouth, running down my chin. I opened my mouth full of his hot cum, trying to take a breath. He pulled out instructing me to look at him. I gazed upwards, lips parted. "Hmm", he asked. "Does that mouthful taste good?" I swallow a bit. "Eat it, wife," he instructed. I swallowed deeply, and then I sank to the floor, head bowed. I was horrified not so much as what I did but because I wanted it, loved the feel of his hard cock in my mouth. He reached down lifting my chin and looking into my stormy eyes. He used his finger to scoop the cum off my chin and laughed as he fed it to me. I turned away and let my head fall on my knees, "Now go," I demanded! "Afraid not," he quietly insisted. "I'm not done with my new wife." He pulled me up, undoing my shorts. My hands tried to stop him but he just brushed them aside, tugging down on my shorts and exposing the sheer black thong I was wearing. "Mmm, darling, looks like you got all dressed up for me. Were you hoping I would be coming over?" His hands were all over me. Sliding my shorts down, his hands at my waist. He ran his fingertips along the waistband of my sexy thong. I love to wear sensuous lingerie and underwear under my clothes. My job as an artist can get messy and quite often I wear paint splattered jeans and old shirts but knowing that under my grungy clothing there is soft silky underwear against my skin in incredibly erotic to me. The feel of his fingertips skimming across my skin aroused me to an even higher level. I felt myself tremble and as his fingers slid along the top of my thigh and slipped underneath my thong and into my hot wet slit I bucked against his hand. Pushing his finger into me deeper, I moaned and he laughed, "I think the little wife hasn't been getting what she needs". I wanted to resist but I couldn't. He was behind me, his hand pushing my head down so that he could nibble the back of my neck, his hands around me. His fingers slick from my juicy pussy, slipped out and moved to my clit, softly strumming the hard little nub, driving me crazy. "Does my wife need fucking" he whispered into my ear?" "No, nooooo," I shook my head. "Yes" he insisted and laughed when I whispered back, "yesssssssss!" "Let's go to our bed, he growled. I led him into the spare room but he turned me around and guided me back into the hall. "Oh no! The bed for the husband and wife," he insisted. He pulled me into our bedroom, "Won't it be nice to be on OUR bed?" "You're such an asshole" He shoved me down on the bed looming over me, "I'm the asshole who's going to do you bareback. Are you on protection, little wife?" "No, please, no, what if I get pregnant?" "Well that's just natural, being taken by your husband" I shook my head ignoring him when he asked if John and I had been trying to start a family. He leaned over me on the bed and slid my black tank top up exposing my full breasts covered by a scrap of a bra, black lacy, sheer. "Mmmm," he responded, "I bet his little dick couldn't do the job!" I watched as he removed his loosened tie and shirt, exposing his smooth, muscular chest. I could feel see that his cock was growing again, hardening, heavy between his legs. I scooted back away from him on the bed as he moved closer and he quickly grabbed my leg and straddled me at the hips. His big beautiful cock lay on my stomach. "Lets get that shirt off, wife, he ordered. Grasping the hem he tugged it up and over my head tossing it in the corner. I left my arms up above my head and looked up at him, his eyes stared at my beautiful 38C breasts. Through the sheer fabric he could see my large aureolas and hard nipples. He reached down rolling and twisting them, pulling on the nipple and releasing it. I arched up, welcoming his touch, "These are beautiful breasts, such a pretty wife. Take your bra off, let me see!" I unbuttoned the front opening clasp, letting it fall to my sides, pleased when I saw his eyes flare with appreciation. He cupped my breasts, lowering his head. His tongue flicked out, teasing me, short strokes, and then allowing his warm mouth to suck my aroused nipple into his mouth. My hands entangled in his hair, caressing him, urging him to continue his delicious onslaught He rose to his knees and turned himself around, facing backwards, the tip of his erection between my breasts. I reached up my fingertips sliding along his thighs, up over his tight buttocks and up his sides over his warm skin. "That's it baby, touch me get me ready. See how hard you are making me again." He slid down, reaching between my legs and spreading my lips. My hands continued to slide along his warm skin. He leaned over me using his curved finger to stroke my wetness, sliding along my clit. I arched up as he firmly rubbed my sensitive little nub. His cock was hard again and just above my face, his soft velvety balls hanging down just above me. My tongue flicked out. He groaned, loudly, as I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Rolling it about in my mouth. His fingers moved faster and I let go of the one ball so that I could suck the other into my mouth, his shaft hard and hot on my face. He turned around pulling his testicle out of my wet mouth with a soft pop and moved so that his legs were between mine. He paused there, wanting me to see, how aroused he had me, how horny I was, how big his hard cock was and to think about how good it was going to feel when he started thrusting into me. "Damn you, " I swore. My knees falling apart. Reaching out he grabbed John's pillow next to me and lifted my bottom, putting it under me, tilting my hips. "Fuck me, NOW", I demanded, thrusting against him. "Put that hard cock into me". He teased me. Taking his hard cock in hand he slid it along my wet slit. "Hmm," he asked, "Are you wet enough?" Are you hard enough?" I answered back. "Rock hard, so hard it hurts," he said with an icy glare, sliding the tip into me. I wrapped my long legs around him, trying to pull him into me deeper. He grabbed my wrists pinning them down, keeping my gaze as he slowly sank deeper and deeper, burying himself a inch at a time. I closed my eyes unable to stop my moan of pleasure as he buried his hard cock deep inside of me. For a moment he paused letting me feel it, the fullness, the exquisite tightness, and then he began to thrust, short hard strokes. "Ohhhhhh," I screamed out, "Yesss!" He was stretching me, filling me, slamming it in again and again. Burying his hard cock, so thick over and over into my sweet wetness, crashing into my cervix. "More, more," I begged like the slut I was. Tightening about him, releasing, tightening. He was grinding it into me, holding it deep, making it pulse. I wanted to reach out to touch him, but he held my wrists down, using short deep strokes, each time, hitting the end of me. I met his thrusts with my own, rising up as much as I could. I groaned as his hard cock filled me, the throbbing head pulling my insides with him, using a slooowww withdrawal leaving only the tip in me. My head was thrown back, lips parted as he continued to thrust into me hard, then teasingly would withdrawal slowly, making me feel every vein, every detail. He began to build speed and I pulled him tighter against me, reveling in the brush of his skin against my own heated flesh. I was soaking, my juice dripping in his hair, on his balls, down the crack of my ass, all over John's pillow, all over our bed. I was panting, breathless my body poised waiting. He continued to thrust grunting in time with his movements, his cock hard and parting me easily, full strokes, wet and hot. He leaned down my nipples were so hard, aching, erect, and his chest ground into mine, growling into my ear, "Now, now I am going to seed you wife!" With his words he slammed into me deep and I screamed out as I came so, so hard. My body pulsed, trembling and inside me I could feel him expand and then burst, a hot stream flowing into me hot and slippery. lurching, spitting again. The muscles of my hot cunt milked him, stripping all the thick boiling cum from him. He groaned and I tightened about him draining him of a last shot and then a soft pulsing. I arched up, shaking, trembling, collapsing, panting, trying to get my breath, my heart racing. I turned my head, not believing the wanton creature he had created in me. He lay on top of me heavy and hot. After a few moments I tried to shove him off of me, hating him, hated myself for cumming so hard. He allowed me to slip out from underneath him but pulled me tight against him nuzzling my neck and shoulders. "I'm messy wife, clean me up." he suggested, but I shook my head no. "My cock is slick with our cum," he whispered, "use that amazing tongue of yours again. Come on baby, clean me and I'll leave you." He reached down to touch me and I jumped up, shoving back at him, "Enough," I screamed, "Haven't you done enough?" I scrambled off the bed, irate, arms on my hips, my body flushed, panting, My snatch was wet and cum trickled down my inner thigh. "You have one hole left", he replied, "And you are getting me angry...wife. I think you had better clean me." He lay back, "I've been waiting for this so long. I'll be hard soon enough and if you don't want to clean me then I guess I might as well stick it in that lovely ass of yours." He smiled. I spun on my heel and walked into the bathroom, returning with a warm wet cloth and a towel. I wiped him off and then stepped back, "There...You are clean...GO!" He laughed, and got up. I backed away, unsure of what he would do. but he started to get dressed, and I relaxed. As he moved past me to get his trousers from the hall, he stopped. I looked away, and he reached out taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. "Next time, its your mouth that cleans me, understand?" I didn't reply, only lifted my chin defiantly. He finished dressing, casually. I slipped on a robe and held it tight around me. He pulled me down the hallway and took me in his arms at the door, kissing me. "I'll see you tomorrow after work, make sure you wear something sexy for me under your clothes." "No, " I insisted, "I have things to do. And John will be home. He flies back tomorrow. You aren't sending him someplace else? " "Didn't I tell you, big report due, and he is the only one I can trust to give me his expert opinion about some major decisions the company will be making. Six cities in nine days, that poor husband of yours!" Closet Slut Ch. 1 "You knew he was going to be gone all that time? You are Satan, aren't you?" "Actually," he grinned, "I think he works under me!" "Hmmph", I spat out, "I thought that was my job." "It is now," he kissed me, "Under me, whenever I want!" I slammed the door behind him, locking it. I slid to the floor and sat there with my eyes closed. "Oh my, What had I done? What was I going to do?" but then I couldn't help thinking, "What should I wear tomorrow that will drive him crazy?" Closet Slut Ch. 2 The garage door opened effortlessly and I came to a halt. My husbands car was parked in it's usual spot already and for a few moments I sat motionless, staring ahead. I knew he was inside and I dreaded seeing him. I felt as if "Slut" was emblazoned across my forehead, a blinking neon announcement to the whole world. When he touched me would he feel the imprint of another man's hands on my body. Would he be able to tell that I had enjoyed the musky scent of another man's leavings in my body and when he kissed me how could he not tell that these lips had kissed, tasted, enjoyed another man's body. I dreaded it, and this was just one more thing to be angry at Lee Taylor about. Anger, but perhaps more at myself than anyone, because no matter how many times I wanted to call it rape it hadn't been. I had been a willing participant, and even more. I finally realized I would have to go inside so I got out removed the small bag from the trunk and entered the house. It had always been such a haven but I now saw HIM everywhere. On the couch, teasing me, in the hallway, taunting me, and, and oh my, in our bed, creating in me a wanton desire that had me panting and screaming out for his hard cock. I bit my lip, anxiously and moved through the house looking for my husband. I found him in the bedroom changing into a tux and I suddenly realized it was Saturday and that the gala for LTT Enterprises was that night. I panicked and wrapped my arms around John hugging him close. "Hmm," he chuckled, "Missed me that much eh?" He returned my embrace but when I tried to deepen the kiss and began to open his shirt he grasped my hands and smiled. "So, you did miss me? But honey, we don't have time. Remember the building dedication is tonight?" "Lets just skip it," I suggested. "Let's just stay home, make love, talk, please?" He started to shake his head and I continued on, "I missed you so much this week. In fact, lets go back up to the cabin. I was just up there this week. It was so peaceful, no phones, no television, no LTT Enterprises. Lets go, just the two of us." I kissed him desperately but he just continued to shake his head, pushing me away from him. "We can't Maggie," you should know that. "I think I am really making some strides with Lee. He sent me on this extended trip this week and I know he is starting to trust my judgment. He is turning to me for advice and suggestions. I think the work I did on the Avar Project impressed him. This is a critical time. I can't just not show up and damn, Maggie, I can't believe you are asking me this. Why Lee felt so bad that he had to extend my trip and leave you alone that he told me he would stop by and check on you, and he did, didn't he?" "Yes," I replied quietly, "He stopped by the other night." "And he had an acquaintance in New York ship you something special to wear for the party tonight." "NO," I blurted out, "I am wearing my own dress!" "No honey," he insisted, "Wait until you see this." He pulled a designer bag out of the closet where he had hung it. I expected something cheap and tawdry, but I should have known better. It was simply the most exquisite dress I had ever seen. From the front it appeared modest, some might even say severe, with a high collar that fitted about the throat and long sleeves. The color was like the ocean, blues, greens, even some whites, like the foam that capped the turbulent waves. but turn it sideways and your noticed the seductive details of the design, and the bare shoulders, the open back! For the entire back of the dress was open, leaving a wide expanse of skin showing, dipping down to the waistline. I went into the bathroom and began to undress, leaving the door open and listening half heartedly as he told me about his trip. I looked into the mirror that lined one wall. The same face stared back at me but I knew I was different. I unbuttoned my blouse spreading the fabric looking at myself . My bra was simple, white, lacy, with a tiny pink bow in the center. My breasts were round, full, I reached up and cupped them, remembering Lee's mouth on them, sucking, tasting. I let my thumbs trail over my nipples, pinching them, teasing them until they were hard and aching. My fingertips trailed down my stomach skimming along my skin. My hand slipped into the waistband of my shorts and I slid them down letting them drop to the floor. I studied my reflection, my white bra looked even whiter against my summer gold skin, and my dark blonde hair had taken on sun kissed highlights compliments of Mother Nature. My panties were cut high on the sides and accentuated my legs making them appear even longer. My erect nipples were visible and I could feel myself getting damp as I remembered. I slipped my hand into the silky fabric and trembled as my fingers slid down through my pussy hair, finding the dividing slit, hot and wet. I watched my hand moving downward, teasing myself, stroking, finding the hard little nub that seemed so sensitive. I gasped as my fingertips touched there. My head fell back, breathing harder. I glanced up and saw John, standing transfixed, watching me. He licked his lips and I turned to face him, looking down, blushing. I stroked myself letting him watch and then pulled my fingers out, wet, glistening and offered them to him. He crossed the room quickly and came into the bathroom. I slid my wet fingertips across his lips, letting him taste my essence and I shivered as he sucked my fingers into his mouth. Our eyes met and I could see the desire in his, matching the fiery response of my own body. I let the blouse go, feeling it slip off my shoulders, down my body to land softly at our feet. John's arms came around me, stroking up and down my back. He kissed me and I opened my mouth wider inviting him to kiss me deeper and harder. He moaned and I reached down between us undoing his pants. He shook his head and lifted his head looking down at me, "You know you drive me this crazy, don't you?" I wanted to scream, then stay with me, don't leave me home alone for days on end, so your damn boss can come over and fuck me, but all I whispered was,. "Show me how crazy. Taste me". His head lowered. Yesss. I moaned as his warm wet mouth moved over me, sucking my nipple into his mouth His hands slid down over my ass cupping my cheeks, spreading them. He reached around and ran his finger over my tight little asshole. He turned me about and I watched in the mirror as his lips came down moving across the back of my neck. At his touch I shivered, moaning, arching my back and pushing back into him. He reached up sliding the strap of my bra off my shoulder and letting his warm lips continue to trace a path along my skin. I stared at us in the mirror, watched his mouth move over me, his strong arms reaching around me to fondle me, saw my body unconsciously buck back against him, begging to be fucked like the slut I am. He looked up and our eyes met, my tongue flicked out licking my lips, wetting them. I smiled. He reached behind me and undid the fastening on my bra, his hands felt warm as they slid down my arms, slipping the lacy underwear down to drop on the silky blouse at our feet, leaving my breasts naked. He took my hands and slid them up over my own breasts, watching as I fondled them, pinching the nipples, rolling them between my fingers. His hands reached down tearing at the sheer panties I had on. His breathing was heavy, excited and his fingers slid along my slit, finding me hot and wet and so ready for his hard cock. He bent me over the edge of the counter and slid the hot hard shaft of his cock against me, and plunged into my hot pussy. I wanted him to bury himself in me, to fill me, "Oh my God yes, fuck me," I begged, "I need you so bad." My head dropped back, eyes half closed. I watched in the mirror, panting in time with his thrusts, feeling each stroke as he thrust in me and pulled back out. He reached down and began to stroke the hard little nub of my pussy, causing me to scream out as I came, drenching his hand with my juice. Trembling I groaned as he continued to stroke in and out, in and out. Faster and faster he thrusted and then suddenly plunging deep, his hard cock emptied into me, shooting his load of hot cum, filling me. I tightened about him, clenching his hard cock with the slick muscles of my pussy, milking him, wanting all of him. I watched as his face relaxed and his eyes opened and met mine. He laughed as he pulled out, leaning down and kissing me on the shoulder. "You temptress." he laughed, "We better hurry. We are going to be late as it is and if you look half as good in that dress as I think you will, everyone is going to know why!" I slipped into the shower quickly and stood thinking as the warm water ran over my body. I decided I had to talk to John about Lee Taylor and what had happened. John had only been back a few hours and I was already hating the lies and distrust that my tryst with Lee Taylor was causing. My mind made up I stepped out of the shower and quickly dressed. I decided to forget about a bra. My perky breasts looked very sexy beneath the clinging fabric of the dress. I had slipped on a white garter belt and lacy white hose beneath the gown, feeling very naughty with no panties, only the slick wetness of my husbands cum between my legs. My 3 inch heels made me appear even taller and my simple, short hairstyle, suited the dress perfectly. I met John in the front room and smiled at his wolf whistle of approval. I pirouetted and laughingly lifted the skirt giving him a peek at my wet pussy. He laughed and placed his warm hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards the door. "Oh no, your don't," he laughed, "You are so naughty! I love it, " he whispered in my ear. "But we have to get to that party!" I pouted but let him push me to his car, where he helped me in, shaking his head as the slit in the skirt opened up showing my long legs and the lacy tops of my stockings. I smiled up at him, my green eyes wide and innocent. As we drove along I laid my hand on his leg rubbing his thigh. He laid his hand over mine, warm and comforting and I found the strength to say something. "John, I need to talk to you about Lee Taylor." "What about Lee? Isn't he a great guy?" "Well to be honest," I replied, "I am not as enthusiastic about him as you are" I took a deep breath, and plunged on. "John, he acted inappropriately when he came over the other night!" "What do you mean, inappropriate?" "Well he exposed himself and threatened your job if I didn't do certain things." There I had said it! I waited biting my lip, nervously and glancing up at him, I could see him getting angry but was totally unprepared when he shouted, "Dammit Maggie, what did you do? Come on to him? I mean dammit I was only gone over a week and he was just trying to help. Can't you keep that damn libido of yours in check!" "Me?," I sputtered, not believing this. "He rapes me and it is my fault?" I shouted back, I felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream. All week I had worried about telling John about this. I had imagined a thousand different scenarios but never did I think he would blame me. I blinked back tears, determined that I was not going to cry anymore about this, a heavy silence filled the car and we drove for several miles without a word. Suddenly John spoke, "When you say rape, what exactly do you mean? He didn't hurt you did he?" "Not physically," I replied. "He just threatened ..." I didn't know how to tell him that the boss he thought so highly of had spoken so callously of him, "he just said that if I didn't comply bad things would happen. He took my by surprise, I guess, I didn't expect him to act that way." "He wanted you, wanted my wife? You let Lee fuck you?" I bowed my head, biting my lip, hating to admit that yes. Not only had I let him I guiltily thought to myself, I had loved it. John didn't say a word and I stared out the window, his silence, frightened me. Finally I glanced over and saw him, SMILING! Appalled I stared at him, "You like the idea," I accused. Don't you care? He fucked me, treated me like a whore!" "Of course I care," he tried to cover up his delight, "I mean, you are my wife. But it's not as if you were just sleeping around with anyone." He drove for awhile in silence and then asked, "Did you like it?" I think that was when I decided. I had enjoyed it. In fact I had LOVED it and why did I feel guilty. I was a sexy, desirable woman. Obviously it hadn't bothered my husband the way I had thought it would, in fact, he seemed turned on by the idea. I turned to John and purred, "What do you think John? You know Lee, you know his magnetism, his charisma, you have seen his body." I leaned towards him and lowered my voice, "He knows how to use that body too! Knows how to drive a woman crazy. Do you know how special it is that you understand, that you like the idea of a man you admire, pleasuring your woman." I reached out running my hand up his inner thigh, brushing against his throbbing erection, "Hmmm, you are really turned on by this, I see, or should I say feel," I laughed cupping him. He grinned sheepishly as if embarrassed by how much the idea of sharing me with Lee aroused him. We pulled up to the front of the newly constructed world headquarters of LTT Enterprises. John hopped out handing the keys to the valet and moving around to open my door. When he opened the door, I unfolded my long legs, being sure to make sure the slit in my dress, opened wide and gave the other valet standing at the curb a good look. His mouth dropped open as he stared and I smiled, winking at him. The "closet slut" was exiting that closet! Closet Slut Ch. 3 John took my arm and we entered. The gala was a celebration for the grand opening of the new headquarters. As we made our way up the open staircase in the front lobby to the massive room located on the second floor I felt flushed and excited. The dress made me feel very sexy and I was relishing the looks I was getting. Tonight the second floor gallery was being used as a ballroom and I smiled to a few acquaintances, nodding my head, while my eyes searched for Lee. I knew when John spotted him coming towards us for his grip on my arm tightened. "Here comes Lee," he whispered. I smiled up at John and licked my lips, "Good!" I took a deep breath and turned to face Lee. My pulse raced and I could feel my breath quicken. "Damn, he looks good in his tux," I thought, my gaze slowly moving over him, caressing him, stripping the fabric off of him and imagining that powerful body. His smile was tight as he glared at me, covering it up quickly with a much more charming one. "So John, you were able to find your missing wife? I have to admit," he looked at me, "I was a bit concerned when you just disappeared like that. John had asked me to check on you and when you just took off I was worried." "Were you," I asked? I reached out laying my hand on his arm. I felt his muscle tense as I slid my hand along his forearm, smiling up at him. John watched us eagerly. "I suppose I was very naughty to leave like that. I hope you aren't too...rough, on me as a result." He smiled slowly back at me, enjoying the game. I leaned forward, letting my breasts brush against him, "And thank you for this beautiful dress. It is truly stunning. I let my hand slide down the front of the dress, drawing his eyes to my breasts, where my hardened nipples could be clearly seen pushing against the clinging fabric, down over my abdomen and along my hip. "You have exquisite taste!" "Well I know when two things belong together, and as soon as I saw that dress I thought of you." He turned to John, "Did Maggie tell you she will be helping me pick out some art for the new executive offices." I laughed and broke in, "Oh no, I never said I would do that!" "Maggie," John exclaimed, "You would be perfect for that with your artistic skills." "That's exactly what I thought," Lee responded, "In fact I would like to hire her tonight!" He stared down at me as if daring me to deny him. I smiled and then couldn't resist leaning forward and whispering, "And what sort of position were you thinking of?" I raised my eyebrows and tried my best to look innocent, but I knew my innuendo had aroused him. He looked at John, who quickly spoke up, "Maggie, why don't you let Lee show you the offices you will be working with. I'll be fine. Go ahead, this is a great opportunity, for you." I turned back to John. "Are you sure about this?" I searched his face, wondering if he realized what he was encouraging. "If I take this job, do you realize what that will entail, do you? I want to be sure you know." Lee had stepped aside and watched the interchange between us. John glanced over to him and then back to me. "Yessss, "he whispered. "I do realize what I am doing. We will talk about it later, for now, just go, before I change my mind." I smiled, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you," in his ear. I handed him my glass and took Lee's arm looking up at him. "Ready for a tour?" "Eager!" I replied. He never even looked at John as we walked away, but to be honest neither did I. All I was aware of was Lee, the warmth of his body through the tux, the light scent of his cologne. His grip was tight on my arm, as we made our way across the room, stopping occasionally to visit acquaintances. As we left the room he punched a code into a keypad that gave him access to an elevator tucked into a corner. I stood there waiting, a bit apprehensive. He said nothing and I wondered if I should speak up. The doors opened with a quiet swoosh and he waited as I stepped in before him. I could feel his eyes on me, but I wanted more. I wanted his hands, his lips, his tongue. The doors shut behind us and I started to turn about when he grasped my shoulders and spun me around. "Where in the hell did you go," he growled, staring down at me, his blue eyes stormy. Rather than react to his obvious anger I reached out and ran my fingertip along his lip. "I needed some time to think." I replied. "We have a cabin up at Lost Lake so I went up there." I lifted my arms up about his neck, rubbing against his body, and purred, "Did you miss me?" He kissed me hard pushing the bare skin of my back against the cool leather of the elevator wall. The elevator came to a halt, but I was unaware of it so intent was I on Lee's kiss. His lips moved over mine and I opened wider, loving the feel of his tongue sliding along my teeth. His hands rested on my hips. I reached between us where I could feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He pulled back and looked down at me, "Take off the dress," he demanded. "What?" I laughed. "You heard me," he continued. I decided to go along with his game and reached up behind my neck and unfastened the dress. He reached back and hit the stop button watching me closely. I let the bodice of the dress fall forward slipping down my arms. I kept my arms crossed over my breasts modestly. "Take it off," he repeated. Looking up I saw my image reflected in the mirrored ceiling above us. I turned looking above and let the dress slip over my hips to the floor. I paused for a moment and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from behind me. I knew from his vantage point he could see my tight, round ass, all smooth skin except for the sexy garter belt encircling me and bare back and that by looking up he received a completely different view of me, just as erotic. I turned about standing poised, unashamed, letting him drink his fill of me. My breasts were round and full, my nipples hard and aching. My golden skin was the perfect background for the lacy white garter belt that encircled my waist, the straps attached to the lacy tops of my stockings. His eyes traveled hungrily up the long length of my legs. My earlier activity with John had left my pussy wet and glistening. I waited, licking my lips, wanting to touch myself. He leaned back against the wall, "Come here," he finally demanded, and I made may way across the carpet standing before him. "I didn't like it when you left like that." I shook my head agreeing, "I told you I needed some time." "Did you tell John what happened?" He reached out letting his fingertip trace a path between my breasts. "Yes I did." He stopped, his fingertips resting on my heated skin, "Hmm, interesting. And he isn't upset?" "No, actually he is very turned on by the idea. The idea of you, a man he admires so much, wanting his wife, fucking her, having her do your will. Yes he approves whole heartedly of my lover." "I suppose he will want a promotion," he joked. His hand began touching me again, moving down over my hip. He watched me, enjoying my sharp intake of breath, as his hand slid off the satiny fabric of the garter and onto the heated skin of my hip, my thigh. His hand continued to stroke up over my hip, and back down my thigh, across the lacy top of my stocking and along the velvety soft skin of my inner thigh. He paused at the top of my mound, his finger teasing me watching my face closely. "What do you want Maggie? Your husband wants me to fuck you, I want to fuck you, hell, every man down stairs wants to fuck you, but what does Maggie want?" I pushed against his hand. He repeated, "What do you want Maggie?" "You," I replied. "I want you to drive me crazy again and turn me into a wanton slut, All week I have thought about your cock, the taste of your cum, the way you fill me, and I want that again." I slid to my knees in front of him, looking up. "I want you again Lee. I have been thinking about this ever since you came over that night. All my life I have been the good girl, doing what is expected of me. Well now, I don't care what is expected. I only care about feeling that crazy rush of excitement you caused in my soul..." My hands reached out touching his legs, sliding up over his knees, caressing him, "my mind," I begged. I leaned against him, pressing my face against the fabric covered bulge at his crotch and whispered against him, "My body." His hips thrust against my face and I let my hands slip around him cupping the hard cheeks of his ass. His hands tightened in my hair as I blew hot steamy breaths against him. His hard cock pulsed under my lips and I smiled in response. I loved knowing I was affecting this sexy, desirable man. My breasts tingled as my hard nipples slid against his fabric covered thighs. My hands slid up under his shirt, my nails scratching a path across the crisp hairs on his chest, finding his hard male nipples. I rolled them between my fingers and then let my hands slide back down, catching in the waistband of Lee's tux. Slowly I unzipped the zipper, spreading the fabric, leaning down and rubbing my face against his erection again. He grasped the sides of my face , turning my face so our eyes met. "Quit teasing me Maggie. Suck my cock!" he groaned. I tugged down on his briefs and his hard erection sprang out. I wrapped my hand about him, and stroked, up and down. As my hand slid down to the base of his hard cock the skin pulled tight over the swollen head. I watched as a pearl of pre cum appeared wet and glistening on the tip. My tongue flicked out tasting it, savoring it. Lee's hands grasped the sides of my head and he thrust his hips against me. His hard cock pressed my lips and I opened them letting the slick head of his engorged cock slip into my hot wet mouth. My lips stretched tight around his shaft and I reached up playing with his velvety balls, cupping them. I let my mouth slip off his cock and I began to lick his balls, stroking and laving them. I smiled at his moan of satisfaction. Looking up I caught his eyes in the mirror and winked. He reached down and pulled me upwards. I let my body rub against his and kissed him deeply. "You are such a slut Maggie." Opening the elevator doors he led me along the dim hallway to the door of his office. We entered and he turned a small table lamp on. I watched as he moved across the room picking up a remote control from the corner of the desk. Music, low and seductive, could be heard suddenly as he turned towards me. He moved closer and I watched as he opened a desk drawer slipping something into his pocket and then leaned back and sat on the edge, of the desk, watching me. I tossed the dress onto a nearby chair and made my way seductively towards him, watching as he reached down stroking his hard cock. I licked my lips, wanting to taste it again, wanting to stretch my lips tightly around him. I moved between his legs and reached up laying my hands on his chest. Through the cotton shirt I could feel his heated skin and I leaned closer feeling the tip of his manhood pressing against the soft skin of my lower belly, the lace of the garter belt. I felt him shiver as my hand slid down wrapping around his shaft. "Damn, Maggie, I want to fuck you all night, so you never run off like that again but I have to play host downstairs. He stood up turning us about and lifting me up so I was perched on the edge of the desk. I spread my legs and the pink glistening folds of my pussy could be seen. I leaned back inviting him to touch me, taste me. Lee reached out, slipping a finger into me. I gasped at his touch, whispering, "Yessssss!" At my reaction Lee stopped. I thrust against him and he laughed, "Hmm, Maggie you do want it, don't you? He reached down sliding two fingers into my dripping pussy, and I leaned back, savoring his touch. Looking down Lee could see how wet, how juicy I was. He could smell the sex John and I had enjoyed earlier, could feel the slickness of my used cunt. I laid back on the desk and he lifted my legs moving between them. He lifted my stockinged legs so my knees were up against my chest, my long legs up. He leaned over kissing the inside of my knee and I bucked at the touch of his mouth on me. "You are so hot Maggie but I don't want to follow John." His fingers stroked me, smearing some of my slick juices along my slit, down to my asshole. His finger stroked, wetting me, making me slick with the combination of my own cum and my husbands, slowly he let the tip of his finger enter my tight little hole. I tensed but he whispered, "Oh Maggie, you are soooo tight, so hot here," his finger stroked, moving in further. "Have you ever been fucked here Maggie? Are you a virgin still back here?" I whimpered, moving against his hand causing his finger to slide in deeper. My muscles tensed about him. The thought of fucking my ass had Lee so excited his hard cock was oozing with pre cum that he smeared against me. I felt the engorged head against my tight puckered hole and I whispered, "Oh yes, Lee. I want this, I want you to fuck me in my tight little asshole. To slide that beautiful hard cock into me." With those words Lee pushed against me. I gasped as he entered me for it was so tight and it hurt a bit. He paused as if understanding, giving my body time to adjust and I began to enjoy the sensation of fullness, the tightness. I looked up and saw that Lee was biting his lip trying to hold back and so I moved against him, giving him permission to enter me deeper. He pressed his hard cock into me further and then suddenly my sphincter seemed to relax and he was able to fill me fully. He thrust and his hard eight inches sank into me. Looking down at me impaled on his cock he slid his hands up pinching my nipples, holding them. "Who's slut are you Maggie?" "Yours Lee," I moaned, trying to move against him. I can't hear you Maggie, my lovely little slut. Who owns this hot body of yours and can do anything he wants to you?" He pulled back and I rushed to answer. "You Lee, I belong to you. Please," I begged, "Please, oh my, please, fuck me. Your big hard cock feels so good." I moaned. With a laugh he plunged deeper into me, stroking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a vibrator. "Have you used one of these much Maggie? When John's pitiful little cock has left you wanting do you use one of these and think of me? A soft buzzing sound could be heard as he turned the tool on, sliding it along the wet lips of my pussy. I bucked against him, moaning, trembling, begging, "Oh my, yes, yes, yes." My head thrashed back and forth as he teased me unmercifully with the pulsing tip of the vibrator. My pussy seemed so sensitive as he used the tool to tease me, to touch nerve endings I had not been aware I had. I alternately begged him to stop and then insisted he continue his sensuous onslaught. He slipped it into my wet cunt, just a little. He moaned as he began to stroke the vibrator and himself into me, filling me so well. I could feel myself trembling, feel something building inside of me. His weight pressed against my legs and then suddenly I felt myself convulse around him and I screamed out as I came so intensely. With a hoarse groan Lee stroked harder and deeper into my tight little ass. I tightened about him, holding him, wanting him, needing him. I reached down taking hold of the vibrator still filling me. He thrusted, faster, harder, and then just as he was about to cum he pulled back, spraying his thick, ropy cum on my upper thighs, my pussy lips, my hands, my abdomen, even my breasts. He stepped back, staring down at me, still holding his softening member, a last squirt falling on the carpet between us. I raised my hand up, his cum thick and white and so warm. I stared at it, and then brought it closer to my lips, my tongue flicking out, tasting it, smiling, so satisfied. I felt like curling up on that desk and taking a nap. I raised my half closed eyes to him, "Hmmm, I think I like this position Lee. How many offices do we need to work on? He laughed pulling me to a sitting position as I continued, "I think my creative little mind is already thinking up ideas for the next office we work in." He laughed, "I bet you do have some ideas Maggie." He moved to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet cloth, "My turn," he said as he cleaned my skin, leaning close to kiss me deeply. "Now lets go downstairs. I want to dance with you in my arms. I think I have reason to celebrate." Closet Slut Ch. 4 The soft morning sun streamed in the studio window bathing the room with light. I stared critically at the canvas I was working on thinking to myself, with a smile, that my sexual satisfaction was doing nothing for my creativity! Just then I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me, and a pair of soft lips nuzzled through my hair tickling the back of my neck. I leaned back into his embrace, my smile widening, "Hmmm, I murmured, "You are up early." "I woke up," his lips moved down my neck, sliding my silky robe aside, moving over my shoulder. "I could smell us, all over me. He spun me around and I realized he was still naked. I stared up at him, so aroused, it almost frightened me. He had such power over me. My lips moved over his chest, feeling the crisp hairs against my face, finding his hard male nipples and nipping lightly with my teeth. He moaned deeply and I realized, this power was a double edged sword. John, my husband was out of town, again. Some might blame Lee, his boss, for sending him on all these trips, leaving me at home alone, vulnerable for weeks, but we all knew the unspoken truth. John had made a choice, his career was more important than his marriage and our relationship had changed as a result. When he had first found out about my affair with his boss, Lee Taylor, I was surprised at his response. I had expected him to be angry, upset with me, instead he was pleased. As if Lee's interest in me, a man he highly respected, reflected back on himself, on his choice of a wife. Some days I wondered how much longer I would be his wife, but for now, our open marriage suited us both, suited our life style. I for one, was certainly not going to give up Lee, or the passion he stirred in me. It was an addiction and I, a willing addict. Lee held the sides of my face, turning my lips up to meet his. We kissed eagerly, our mouths opening, our tongues entwining. My hands slid over his warm skin, up his arms over his broad shoulders, around his neck. My nipples hardened as they pressed against his chest. We did not even break the kiss as his hands reached down cupping my tight ass and lifting me to sit on the edge of my studio work table. I could feel his erection between us, hard and hot, pressing against me. Lee's hands slid downward, unsnapping the fasteners on the silk teddy he had brought me. The turquoise color suited me. I spread my legs allowing him more access, he glanced downward, "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his head, "We are certainly messy down here." He lowered his head and looked up at me with a grin, "May I kiss you there baby?" "Hmmm, yes, kiss me there Lee," I demanded, "Use your tongue, lick me!" His tongue flicked out, sliding along the warm skin of my inner thigh. He could taste us on me, taste the dried cum from our earlier tryst, and he lapped at it, cleaning my skin, teasing me, tempting me, causing me to squirm to the edge of the table. Just when I thought he was going to touch my pussy with that warm wet tongue of his, he retreated, moving back down my thigh. I groaned in frustration and spread my legs wider, "Nooo," I begged, "Don't stop, I need you baby, eat me. Now," I demanded. I reached for him, my hands sliding down the muscles of his strong back. He kissed the skin of my inner knee, teasing me. I bit my lip, trying to be patient when I wanted to force his sweet mouth between my legs and thrust myself against his tongue. He glanced up at me, and I reached down cupping his face, turning him so he had to look down, down at me. The folds of my pink pussy were glistening. I tightened and cum oozed out. He stared at it, slipping slowly out of me. He watched as I reached down, slipping one finger into myself, scooping some out. I held my wet finger out to him, coaxing him to open his mouth, slipping it along his full lip, and then thrusting it in and out of his mouth, "Suck it baby," I ordered. Still sucking my finger in and out of his mouth, he reached down grasping my calves and lifting them up, spreading them wide. "Lean back," he ordered me, lowering his head. I trembled, anticipating his touch, his head inches away. I could feel the heat of him and I moaned. "Come on baby," I begged, "Do it, lick me, taste me..........dammit Lee, eat me" Ohhhh, the scent, the smell, he was driving me crazy. My head thrashed back and forth, needing his touch, wanting to feel him in me. Suddenly he lowered his head, his tongue caressed the folds of my slit, his mouth covering my pussy, his tongue entering me. He lapped at me, teasing my clit, rolling his tongue inside of me. I arched against him as he slipped deeply inside of me, fucking me with his tongue, going deep for every drop. "Ohhh," I moaned, "Yes. Fuck me with your tongue. I need you so bad." He pushed me back on the table, his hands sliding the silken teddy up, finding my breasts, squeezing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers, pinching them. Beneath me I could feel the wet, coolness of my paint palette, against my back, but the thought was brief, fleeting as I concentrated instead on him, on the feelings, he was creating in me. We are all artists, and he was a master at creating a wanton desire in me, that left me breathless and aroused. I tightened about his tongue, bucking against his face, my hands reaching down to entwine in his soft hair, continuing to beg, "Ohhh Lee, yes, it feels so good. Do it!" He stretched out his tongue, and I met his thrusts. gasping. He pulled back, his face damp, his lips glistening, our eyes met. "Pull me in baby, you want it don't you," he asked with a slow growl, "Mmmm, you taste so hot. You taste like a slut." "I am a slut, Lee," I whispered, "Your slut." "Yes baby, only my slut.....whenever I want you" "You let me be your slut." "You belong to me, and you will do anything I tell you, won't you Maggie? Anything I want?" Wordlessly, I shook my head, agreeing. "Roll over Maggie," he instructed. "I am going to give you a treat, spread your cheeks for me." I rolled over, sticking my rounded ass into the air. He moved behind me, helping me to open to him. His tongue stroked, sliding along my skin. I moaned as he teased me, and then his warm wet tongue plunged into my crack, licking about my anus. "Does this feel good, Maggie?" Laughing when I gasped, "Yessss." He spread my cheeks wider, "I love licking your ass, you taste so naughty. I have to clean all of you." "Finger me baby. Tease my clit while you use your tongue on me." Lee slid his warm, wet, tongue along the crack of my ass, dipping down, licking, tasting. His tongue flicked at my pussy and then slowly slid back up to my asshole. swirling about it. He slid one finger into me, slowly, in and then out, stroking. Soon he had two fingers slipping in and out of me, in, out, in out. Sliding in past the first joint, deeper. "More,' I panted, "Deeper, come on baby. I need it, your slut needs it.......so bad." As he thrust into me I tightened about his finger, my juices flowing out and over his hand. I could feel his hard cock and I moaned, and began to tremble as I came soooo hard. I called out, thrusting back, tightening about Lee's cum covered fingers as the tremors of my orgasm surged through my body. "Now," I begged, "Fuck me with that hard cock I love so well." He jerked me off the table, pulling me against him. My paint streaked body pressed against him, marking him. His mouth came down on mine, kissing me hard, spreading my lips. I could taste myself on him, smell the musky odor of sex. I could feel his hardness pressing against my belly, pulsing, thick and hard. My hands slid downward caressing him. "Hmm," I murmured, "I love this cock so much. It is so hard, so thick. My hand wrapped around him stroking slowly up and down. "On your knees slut", he demanded, shoving me down before him. I licked my lips, anticipating the feel of him in my mouth, my lips stretched tight about his beautiful hard cock. He was so hard, he held it out before me, the head purple, bulbous, swollen with desire and passion. I watched it eagerly as he stroked it in front of me. "You want it, don't you Maggie?" I nodded eagerly, licking my lips. He continued, "I bet you would like me to bury this hard meat deep inside that hungry mouth of yours or maybe that hot pussy of yours?" "Yes," I begged, licking my lips, reaching out to guide it to my hungry mouth. But before I could touch him he captured my hands with his free hand holding them above my head. I watched helplessly as he continued to stroke his hard cock, stroking faster and faster. "Please" I cried. "Okay open your mouth, slut," he instructed, "Put out your tongue." He groaned suddenly, crying out, "Catch my cum slut, here it comes.........aghhhhhhhhhh. His beautiful hard cock spit large ropy strands of cum that sprayed upon my face, my hair, gushing out, spurting across my nose, my out stretched tongue. I swallowed what I could catch, savoring it, eager for more. He pumped his softening cock, stripping it of all of the warm, white gold. He looked down gazing at my face, my breasts, covered with his cum and he smiled. "Go ahead baby, lick it." He released my arms, allowing me to reach out cupping him, holding him. "Now," he demanded, "Clean me, slut. Suck the rest out and tell me you love my cock. Tell me you love my cock better than anyone else's, better than John's." I gazed up at him, his warm, wet, cum dripping on my face, sliding down my cheeks, dripping off of my chin, my tongue slipping out over my coated lips to slide slowly across. "I love your cock, baby. More than anyone else's. I love it in my mouth." My lips lowered to slide along its softening length. "In my pussy," my kisses continued. "Thank it for it's cum," he ordered arrogantly. I smiled, whispering against it, "Thank you, thank you." "Mmm., you are sooo good Maggie, my slut." I smiled up at him. "Maybe next time I will let you suck me," he smiled down at me as I slowly let my tongue travel the length of him, our eyes gazing at each other the entire time, "Or maybe, I'll fuck you. Hmm?? How would you like that Maggie?" I paused, looking up at him, smiling, "Can't we do both!"