Chapter 4 #2
It was longer and thicker than her husband’s, the reddish mushroom head bobbing only inches from her mouth, and the smell of his masculine musk filled her nose as she breathed in deeply, panting for air as her arousal made her squirm.
Fingers pressed against the top of her head, threading into her hair.
"Open up, beautiful."
Meg opened, a little unsure now, because the size of his cock was rather intimidating, but Leo pressed forward and the thick meaty taste of his dick filled her mouth as the fat head pressed in.
Her jaw was already straining, trying to accommodate his girth, her tongue flicking against the velvety underside to explore this new toy, and she whined a little as he pushed in deeper.
His fingers moved against her scalp, massaging, but also holding her in place as he began to thrust, gently but firmly between her lips.
"Good girl... you've got such a hot mouth.
.. that's it, suck me... use your tongue.
.." His instructions, his accolades, were the dirtiest thing she'd ever heard and Meg rubbed her thighs together, her clit begging for some friction.
"Play with your tits, beautiful, I want to see you touching yourself while I fuck this pretty mouth. "
He grunted his approval as Meg reached up and began fondling her own breasts. Her hands were not as large as his and it didn't feel as good, but she got a lot of pleasure from looking up and seeing the glow of approval in his eyes.
"Fuck that's pretty," he said, running his hands through her hair as he started thrusting a little faster, a little deeper, working his way into her mouth despite her little mewls as he began to approach the back of her throat.
"You look good with a cock in your mouth, beautiful.
I know... you feel like you're going to gag, just swallow and keep swallowing, it will help and it will make me feel so fucking good. "
She swallowed, working her throat muscles as he thrust forward more deeply still, and this time he groaned with approval as his cock actually entered her throat.
Meg almost panicked for a moment as her airway was cut off, but then he pulled back just enough for her to take a breath, and shoved back in.
Drool was beginning to trickle down her chin, tears stinging her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex and her inability to take a deep breath, but when Leo told her she looked fucking gorgeous, she believed him.
When he told her she was a good little cocksucker, she felt pride.
Her knees were beginning to hurt, her jaw beginning to ache, and her throat burned from having a cock forced into it over and over again, but she was so aroused she thought she might burst.
"No, sweetheart, hands on your tits, no touching your pretty pussy until I say you can," Leo said sternly. Meg whimpered, but obeyed, her hands becoming more frantic, rougher on her nipples and breasts as her need rose.
She hadn't realized how long it had actually been until she suddenly heard the front door open, and she jerked back in shock—her husband was home and she was sucking another man's cock!
Leo's hands held her fast though, pressing her mouth back down onto his cock until her nose was practically buried in his pubes, her throat working around the blunt head and thick shaft as her panic wrapped around her.
"It's fine, beautiful, keep sucking... fuck yeah.
.. work your throat around my cock." Leo did nothing to lower his voice, in fact he might have raised it.
Meg's tears gathered as embarrassment and shame filled her, especially since neither did anything to kill the arousal she was still feeling.
Leo looked up then and she knew Russ had entered the kitchen.
"Your wife is a damn good cocksucker, Russ. "
Her husband didn't respond, but Meg could see him out of the corner of her eye as he came around the island, holding a wine bottle by the neck, his blue eyes big as saucer plates. Meg whimpered around Leo's cock, but she didn't stop playing with her breasts, didn't stop sucking.
"Holy shit..." Russ breathed out the words in awe, and Meg's mixed emotions seemed to make her arousal skyrocket even further.
It wasn't that her shame or humiliation disappeared; they just seemed to arouse her more now. Her husband was actually watching another man's cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, and he seemed mesmerized by it.
"Pour us all a glass, will you?" Leo said, his breathing becoming heavier. "I'm sure Meg could use one in a minute once I cum down her throat."
Meg wanted to protest—she couldn't remember the last time she'd swallowed—but she couldn't seem to do anything but pull at her nipples and suck Leo's cock as he began to fuck her face, using her mouth like he would a pussy.
Her throat burned, quivered, and then she let out a muffled squeal as he shoved fully into her mouth until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.
He pulsed against her tongue, her throat working as he began to cum, and she swallowed jet after jet of hot liquid which went straight down into her belly.
As if to stamp his dominance on her, Leo pulled back to let the last spurt of jizz empty directly into her mouth, onto her tongue, so she had to choose to swallow rather than just having his cum poured directly down her throat. And she did.
Leo made a few more slow thrusts in and out of her mouth as his cock shrank, obviously just enjoying the sensation, before he pulled away. He looked over at Russ, who was still standing there and staring, a huge bulge straining the front of his pants.
Meg looked down, blushing bright red, because she felt vulnerable and also because part of her wanted nothing more than for Leo Crisp to lay her back on the kitchen island and fuck her until she was screaming with pleasure. She was still so horny she thought she might explode.
"Here, sweetheart, stand up," Leo said, holding out his hand to help her to her feet.
"No, leave your bra and shirt there, I like looking at your tits.
" As Meg stood, unable to look her husband in the face, Leo reached over to pick up one of the glasses of wine and hand it to her.
"Russ, go ahead and finish making dinner, I think Meg deserves a little break after all the hard work she just did. "
To Meg's shock, Russ just nodded dumbly, his eyes looking almost glazed and he came forward to start shucking the corn cob she'd been working on when he and Leo had arrived.
Still holding Meg's hand, Leo pulled her around to the other side of the island, and Meg had the very strange experience of standing between his legs while he sat at one of the bar stools and fondled her breasts.
They both sipped wine while Russ and Leo chatted as if nothing unusual was happening.
Although Russ' conversation was a little disjointed as his eyes kept falling to where Leo was fondling Meg's breast or tweaking her nipple.
Meg stayed silent and was relieved neither man seemed to expect her to speak.
After all, what could she possibly say?