Story 29 #6
“Ohh fuck,” Dicky laughed. “I want you to do that again. Stroke that dick! Just come on and stroke it.”
Ohh please, please,” Tabitha whimpered. “Be a good girl. Be a good girl for him. Please be a good girl for him!”
“I think she's being just that,” Dicky nodded, staring at his shaft, as Rachel continued wanking him once more. Pumping along his shaft, running a finger or two along the tip.
Nobody thought it was possible, but somehow Dicky had gotten even harder. Perhaps the hardest he'd ever been in his life. Standing there as another woman rubbed his dick, right in front of his wife. A fantasy they’d spoken about for years, coming true right before his very eyes.
Had he been a bit younger, Dicky surely would’ve fainted, so excited by the prospect of this situation.
With her tongue sliding along the underside of Dicky’s cock, she gripped the lower shaft with her right hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. This was done while ever so slowly pulling upward, doing her best to time the eruption of a massive dob of pre-cum from the tip of Dicky’s dick.
“Oh my god,” Tabitha swooned, “I've never seen him do one that big!”
She then paused for a moment, before repeating the phrase, “Oh my god, I've never seen him do one that big!” However this time, her tone seemed to be rather offended.
“Shut up and watch, woman!” Dicky laughed. “You're gonna see a lot more coming out.”
“Yes, sir,” Tabitha replied in such a sudden and such an obedient manner that it proved shocking even to herself. She hadn't figured on being such the submissive type.
But, this was a new situation for her – and apparently, one in which she became entirely submissive.
Such a feminine change only served to make Dicky's shaft grow in hardness, while he grinned, feeling additional blood rushing down to his manhood.
He knew his wife would enjoy this. He just knew she would.
With how often and how long they’d talked about it…
Tabitha may have had her reservations about proceeding, but Dicky knew.
He knew. He had a talent for reading his wife.
Her body language and thoughts, desires and wants, the unspoken passions and needs.
And so he turned his eyes towards Tabitha, and while he did so, one of his hands gripped the back Rachel's head – taking a large clump of hair roughly in the fingers.
“Ow!” Rachel howled, feeling her hair being tugged and her head snapped around in a quick motion.
Next, he removed his cock from her… leaving the hotwife to wonder what the hell was going on.
Very rarely did a man actually try to withdraw his penis from Rachel’s mouth, what with her legendary cock-sucking skills and all.
They seemed to keep their most beloved appendage deep inside the woman, in one hole or another.
“You want to see it?” Dicky grunted, still looking at his wife. “You want to hear her sucking my cock a bit more?”
“Yes, please, sir,” Tabitha nodded, clasping her hands together.
“Then fucking say it,” Dicky demanded, shaking Rachel’s head.
“I want to see her gagging on your cock… see tears streaming down her cheeks!” Tabitha begged. “Please, sir! Please”
“Good girl,” he bit at his lower lip.
What happened next struck him as a bit odd. Namely that of seeing Tabitha’s eyes drift to the side, looking away in an embarrassed fashion.
“Yes?” He asked.
“May… May…” Tabitha hesitated.
“Out with it!”
“May I touch myself, while she plays with you, sir?” She blurted out.
“You’d better!” Dicky replied – and with that, Tabitha watched as her husband took hold of Rachel’s lower jaw and pulled it open…
While still clutching the petite wife’s hair, he threw the sexy girl forward, impaling her mouth and throat with his sizable, throbbing cock.
From tip to base and every inch in between.
She took it all. Every bit of it. But, not without issue.
As Rachel’s hands immediately began lifting upward until they were placed on Dicky’s hips in an effort to provide a little breathing room for herself.
He wagged a finger, “You stay right there.”
“Oh, lord Jesus!” Tabitha could be heard saying. “You look so hot! They look so hot! Don’t they look so sexy?!”
She was talking to the owner, supposedly looking for a second opinion.
“Your wife looks so gorgeous! She’s so sexy! Sucking my husband’s cock! It’s what I’ve always wanted!”
For his part, the owner stood there, silently. However, Tabitha could clearly see that the man’s erection had grown and grown during the unfolding of these sordid events. It wouldn’t take a detective to figure out that he seemed to be enjoying the frolicking.
“I just wish I could touch myself to this as well,” he muttered in a volume that was low enough one might have thought he was talking to himself, but also loud enough to where others knew he was trying to get their attention.
“Ohh, would you?” Rachel gasped, finally wrenching her face free of Dicky’s sizable shaft.
“What do you think, Dicky? You want my husband over there jerking himself to this?” She asked.
“Nah!” Dicky replied after a brief hesitation. “I think you might be a little off-putting to some of the women here if you take that thing out in front of them.”
“Ohh, Sir. Ohh please, Sir!” Tabitha cut in.
“What?” Dicky inquired, lifting an eyebrow.
“Well,” Tabitha said. “You guys look so hot. So sexy… I would hate for her husband not to derive all the pleasure from it that he could! Please let him touch himself, miss.”
“All right,” Dicky shrugged. “Go ahead, jerk that rod, boy. Jerk it! While I’m over here, filling your wife's mouth full of my hard dick. Yeah, I'll tell you this… she's been slurping down my precum this whole time. Even though you can't see it. I just want you to know, she's been taking it.
She’s been liking her throat being used.”
“I heard her gulping!” Tabitha shouted with more than a hint of glee.
“Good,” Dicky replied.
The owner smiled, happily reaching down to undo his belt, before dropping his pants. It was here that his own hefty erection entered the room.
“No coming!” Rachel called out. “If you even think about coming” she shook her head. “ I swear to god, you won't make it out of here alive!”
“I wouldn't think of it, Madam,” the owner replied
“Now,” Dicky nodded. “Let's get back to it!”
He didn’t leave any room for Rachel to respond with. For his dick had once more embedded itself into her skull. So far, so deep that the woman's tongue was now resting on his balls, which she lapped with great eagerness.
With one hand holding the back of her head, ensuring she couldn’t escape, this left Dicky’s other greedy hand free to wander. And wander it did… down a bit lower, until coming across Rachel’s pert tits.
“Fucking hell,” Dicky groaned. “You have the best tits, ever.”
“What?!” Tabitha reeled back. However, once the shock of hearing Dicky’s enthusiastic praise for another woman subsided, Tabitha experienced a rush of total arousal flowing across her body.
And now every comment that exited Dicky’s mouth sent yet another jolt of heated passion, which found its way straight to Tabitha’s own cunt.
The very thing which now dripped and dripped, soaked in wetness seeping down through her clothes, down her legs, and onto the chair where a large wet spot pooled beneath her.
“Good lord!” The owner hollered. “You should see her wetness all over the cushion! I’ve never seen anybody be that wet! It’s like Niagra falls between her legs.”
Tabitha couldn't help but smile, being appreciated for her own enticing, sexual attributes. Even while only watching.
“Oh, you haven’t felt me yet,” Rachel managed to choke out between a mouthful of dick and balls.
“Oh, I think I’m about to,” he grinned, pinching at her nipples.
“Yooow!” Rachel yelped, twisting her tits away from Dicky’s fingers.
While the sound from her mouth made it seem painful, the delighted expression stretching across her face told the truth.
She was ready for it. She was goddamn ready for it.
A girl could only suck on a cock for so long, right in front of its owner’s wife, before needing the real thing deep inside her pussy. That wet, tight feminine slit.
“First,” Dicky held a finger up. “I want you to deepthroat me and gag on this dick, so you're not able to breathe. And just when you’re about to pass out, see if I let you free…”
A broad smile spread across Rachel’s face, “Sounds good to m—”
Once again, he didn't let her finish the sentence. Rachel's head was yanked forward.
“Yarg, yaaaarg,” she gagged.
Tabitha looked on while her husband took control of the woman's face, leaving no room for rebuttal. His thick shaft spreading her lips apart, making its way down her throat. The gagging came on sudden, quick, and forceful. Loud too, so fucking loud.
Those hands were back on Dicky's hips, but this time he wasn't playing nice. Rachel was unable to free herself from the penile asphyxiation.
“That's it. You be a good girl,” Dicky grunted. “You be a good girl. Take this cock In your mouth. That's good. That's real good. Hold it. Hold it, girl. That's so good,” he reassured the woman.
And perhaps not so strangely, these words appeared to inspire Rachel, as her stomach ceased convulsing… Having found the ability to relax while a man face-fucked her with everything he had. As deep as he could get it. Deeper than she could take it. The poor, lucky woman gagged and gagged and gagged.
“That's so fuckin’ good. You're such a good girl, aren't you?” Dicky smiled.
The man’s fingers tightened their grip, squeezing into Rachel’s head even harder.
Just as it looked as though Rachel could take no more, not even for a second.
Dicky shoved her free of his manhood, causing the spent wife to collapse down onto the floor.
A mess of spit, pre-cum, and whatever else dripping from her mouth, falling onto the ground.
A dangerous liability, if anyone slipped in the oozes. Strangely, nobody seemed to care.
Dicky managed to take hold of the wife’s wrist before yanking her to her feet, and tossing the woman onto the nearby bed. Face down.