The Hot Wife Chronicles by Darren Baker

Author:Darren Baker
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-07-18T04:00:00+00:00

5

I lay back on the bed, my legs apart and my hands gripping the railings behind my head.

Anissa entered, walking so sexily on her six inch heels, with the cat o' nine tails in hand. She approached the bed, scrutinized my cock and shook her head. “That's a fucking joke.” She lifted the handcuffs and fixed my left hand to the railings. “A real fucking joke, cucky.” She deliberately leaned her chest over my face, caressing my cheek with the cool PVC of her bra. “Can you imagine any other man being here and not being struck with the most amazing of erections for my pussy?”

“No, mistress.”

Anissa looked down again at my semi-erect cock. “Hmmmmm.” She took my right hand, slipped my first two fingers into her mouth and sucked hard. “Let's...” She tongued my digits. “See...” Coating them in saliva. “If...” She pulled my fingers out and guided them down her body. “You have any fucking use at all.”

My hand was slipped inside the front of Anissa's PVC panties. Instinct overtook obedience. I flexed my fingers, entering her soaking cunt. The joy of her insides was astounding, positivity overwhelming my head and flushing down my torso. I fastened my pace, shoving all four fingers inside her.

“Fuck, cucky, yes!” Anissa released her grip on the whip. “That's it. Finger-fuck my pussy good.”

I traversed her pussy from her opening to deep within her confines. Her moistness multiplied. My hunger increased. Her folds were pulsating. Puffing. Pulling me deeper inside. “Oh, mistress, I love you.”

Anissa laughed, and threw her head back. Her ponytail swung. Her earrings too. She gyrated her cunt into my fingers. “Shit, you're doing a good job.”

“I love you,” I said again, a plea for reciprocation in my tone.

Anissa pulled my hand from her pussy. “Rub my juices into your dick,” she insisted. “You tell me if it's hard enough for my cunt.”

I massaged her moistness over my length. Touching her had excited me. My erection was stronger. Longer. And ceaselessly growing. “It's getting harder, sweetheart.”

Disappointment disarmed her. “Oh, cucky.” She shook her head. “Stop masturbating at once.”

“But I wasn't-”

“Don't talk back to me!” Her hand seized the leather handle of the whip.

I reluctantly pried my fingers from my phallus. Mistress or not, if she struck my genitals again...

“You need to be taught another lesson. This is your cuckold training after all.” Anissa slipped her hand behind her back and touched the flesh of her ass.

My cock visibly elongated before us.

She pulled her PVC panties to one side, and turned around to expose her holes to my eager eyes. “It's time for you to learn the art of licking my asshole, cucky.” She motioned herself backwards towards my mouth. “Agree?”

My heart pounded. “Yes, mistress Anissa.” My smile widened.

Anissa lowered her crotch over my face.

I stared at the moist lips of her pussy. My tongue was almost within touching distance. “Thank you, mistress.”

She leaned agonisingly forward, then pressed her ass down.

I scented her anus.

She gyrated her crack on my nostrils, then dragged herself forward and gifted her anus to my mouth.

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