I watched in horror as Samantha slid her pants down and revealed a very pink and very young cunt. Her cunt was already wet and I noticed a trail of wetness going along her thigh. She wasn’t lying when she said she was wet.
“Which hole do you want to fuck first, Mr. Crick?” she asked coyly.
“Which hole needs my cock more?” my husband went to the young girl and gave her a light kiss.
“I think both of my holes want your cock as much as the other.”
“Well, I’m sure we have time for both.” he looked at his watch momentarily. “But first, I need to get my cock wet.”
With that said, he turned around and grabbed a fistful of my auburn hair. With a jerk, he pulled my face to his groin, his cock sliding in effortlessly into my mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He usually would pull back when he heard me gag, but this time, he held his cock in place.
My tongue slithered on the underside of his cock. I wasn’t trying to lick him. I was trying to push him out of me. But without much of a choice, my mouth was repeatedly plundered by my husband’s hard cock. After a while, he pulled back. A thick layer of my saliva now covered his entire length.
I was so engrossed by the forceful fellatio that I hadn’t noticed the young girl had already assumed a lewd position over my face. She had straddled the bench, her moist pussy hovering only a few inches from my face. She placed her hands onto her ass cheeks and parted the voluptuous flesh apart. Her pussy gaped, revealing a very wet, very slick opening, ready to receive a cock. My husband cock.
My eyes widened at the sight of my husband’s cock pressing against those young nubile lips. The lips parted, and then enveloped the huge tip of the cock. Inch by inch, I watched his throbbing cock sank deeper and deeper into Samantha.
“Emm…Mr. Crick. Your cock feels so good.” The young girl moaned pleasurably.
I sucked in a breath. A flame burned intensely between my parted legs. The subtle wetness of my panties told me just how wet I had been just by watching this unfold. I was aroused by the sight of my husband fucking another woman.
“Mr. Crick. Fuck me please.” the girl pleaded.
My husband obliged by pulling his cock out and then rammed it back in hard and fast. The shaft of his manhood slid in between the lips like hot knife through butter. I watched with amazement at the young cunt taking my husband’s fully length. Her lips were even drawn out at each pull, as if her cunt hadn’t wanted to let go of my husband’s cock.
Glistening beads of her cunt juice mixed with my saliva clung onto her pussy lips. At each hard thrust, the beads lengthened, getting closer to the opening beneath it. My gaping mouth. I watched in both horror and excitement as one was jolted loose and fell onto the tip of my tongue. It had tasted salty and a little sweet. Suddenly, I wished more of it would drop in.
And indeed it had. The sloppy action above drew more and more juice out of the young girl’s pussy and each bead landed inside my mouth without a single miss. I had savored the taste, despite I knew I shouldn’t. My pussy felt like it was as wet, if not wetter, than the leaky hole above me.
Suddenly, the cock retreated entirely out of the pussy. It happened so quickly the pussy hadn’t had enough time to close back. Then, without missing a beat, the cock plundered balls deep into Samantha’s asshole.
It was hard and fast and dirty. Creamy white mess began to accumulate around the base of my husband’s cock. Samantha squealed and panted with delight at each hard thrust and it made me very jealous that the cock was in her and not me. But it also made me really really wet that I couldn’t help but wanting to touch myself.
“Sit on her face, Sam.” my husband commanded. The cunt above me immediately came down onto my face. The wet lips gave way and my nose snuggled firmly inside her still wet, still musky hole. I didn’t know why, but I stuck out my tongue and tasted the young girl’s clit while taking a deep whiff of her gaping cunt. At each hard thrust, the young pussy slid back and forth along my face.
“Do you like it, Mrs. Crick?” the girl teased and suddenly, I felt a finger running along the crevice of my sex. I quivered at the sudden contact, as if my body had just been given an electric shock. The girl pulled my panties to the side, no doubt seeing the wetness that had formed there, plunged two fingers inside me.
I groaned and my eyes rolled back at the heavenly stimulation. Her fingers even curled periodically, creating sweet sweet friction on my g-spot. Then, I felt my pussy parted, and a warm breath caressed over my clit. As if being thrown out of a plane, my body jolted with pleasure. Samantha was suckling on my clit.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” I heard my husband growled.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Cum inside me Mr. Crick.” Samantha pleaded.
The pace became quickly. The cock above me slid in and out of the girl’s ass faster and harder. My husband’s balls quivered a little and after a series of powerful thrust, I watched his length twitched.
“Oh yes. Come inside me. Give it to me.” Samantha sighed. Her fingers moved furiously between my legs and before I knew it, a huge wave of orgasm crashed over my body and I shuddered relentlessly against the restraints. A gush of liquid coursed through my urethra and then sputtered out of my fingered cunt explosively.
“That feels so good.” I heard Samantha cooed. Her fingers still sliding in and out of me sedately, as if she had forgotten what she’s doing.
“I’m glad you liked it.” my husband said. “Let’s dress up now, we hadn’t got much time.”
“But I’m tired.” Samantha sulked.
“Sam. Get up now or I’ll tie you up as well.” my husband warned softly.
“You are such a sadist.” the young girl bounced up from my face, leaving a large wet stain all over me. Her musky scent still lingered as I took in a lung full of fresh air. The epic orgasm had left me breathy and jittery all over and I would really like to be let out now. I looked at my husband expectantly, signalling him that I needed to be released, that I knew it was just a ruse, that this was indeed a very kinky birthday present that I had hoped for. I even wanted to give him a kiss to have given me such a convincing setup.
“Oh darling.” he smiled at me. It was still the same cold smile, devoid of warmth. “It’s not over yet. This is only the beginning.” he planted a kiss on my sweaty forehead.
What’s he talking about? I asked inwardly.
He seemed to know what I was thinking. He pulled up his pants and tucked his already limp cock away. Then, he chuckled. “I know how much you love me and I want you to indulge in your fantasy as much as possible.”
“I know you secretly wanted to be a cuckqueen. Those stories that you’ve read, those porn sites you’ve visited, the domination, the gangbangs, the humiliation. I know everything about them.”
A shiver ran down my spine. How could he know? I had made sure every last history of the debauch website I visited was deleted. He smirked, as if he read my mind.