Jake looked over to the clock. Our time was up. He had pleasured me for the whole hour. As he got dressed, I passionately kissed him.
“I want you to go home and fuck your wife while thinking about fucking my pussy.”
“God…” he put his hands around my neck again. “You really are a slut.”
That was my cue. I loved being a slut but I also loved teasing a man, especially this married man. I lowered myself onto my knees and took out his cock and begin bringing it back to life.
“You sure you want to go home?” I teased. I sucked the tip until he was hard again and then took all of it into my mouth. He moaned.
I smiled. That was all I needed to know I had him. I quickly removed his cock from my mouth, stood up, and kissed him. “Go home and fuck your wife.”
“Ugh,” he grunted, then he leaned in one for one final kiss before he went back home to his wife.
As I crawled into bed, I had instant regret. Did I really just let a married man finger my pussy and my asshole? All of it felt too good. I had a feeling I was going to become addicted to him. I desperately wanted to be his slut. I certainly was not going to deny myself of being pleased a man, especially by this married man who knew what he was doing.