Jordan merciless rammed Sarah’s tongue into his ass. “Now do it the same way.” He tells her as he lets go of her ponytail. She uses all her strength to continue with the same passion, all the time looking Scott in the eyes as he sucks on her dirty panties.
“Look at your wife Scott. Look how easy it was for me to turn her into a whore.” Jordan exclaimed. Scott’s cock twitching involuntarily as he knows not only that the comment is true but that he likes watching her be a whore.
“Take your tongue out of my ass whore.” Jordan barks and Sarah does so, sitting back on her heels. Her firm tits bounce as she does.
“You enjoyed being spanked, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” Answers Sarah with an adorable eager smile.
“Do you like pain slut?” Jordan queries. “Yes, Sir.” Sarah answers with a small a nod.
“Have you ever had anyone use you?” Jordan queries.
“I asked Scott when we first met but he couldn’t do it” she confesses.
Turning on Scott, “You couldn’t satisfy any of your wife’s requests! What a weak loser.”
Scott looking crestfallen blushes, his tiny penis still hard in front of him. A little precum has gathered on the tip. “Collect that precum and wipe it on your face Bitch.” Scott reaches down using his finger to collect the few droplets of precum and precedes to wipe it across his cheek.
Turning his attentions back to Sarah, “Spread your knees open wide and put your hands behind you back. Stay in this position.”
Her nipples are erect, and her pussy is now spread open. Playfully kicking her inside thigh with his foot, Sarah correctly takes the instruction to open wider still. This additional spreading has opened her lips to her pussy and left her completely vulnerable.
Jordan deduces that Sarah must have been aroused for most of the day as her pussy is glistening wet and now, she is spread open, he can smell her wonderful natural aromas.
Despite enjoying the aromas Jordan scolds, “You dirty whore. I can smell your pussy from here.”
Her face turned a beet-red instantly and a look of shame flashing across her face and remained there.
“Tell me what you are” Jordan taunted her. “I’m a dirty whore, Sir.”
Standing up, Jordan’s cock almost pokes her in the head as he moves next to her, but she remains still. Reaching down Jordan pinches her right nipple hard and twists.
“What are you?”
“I’m a dirty whore, Sir.” Sarah musters through a grimace of pain.
He continues, applying more pressure and twisting further. Her body tightened by the pain. “Don’t dare move whore.” Jordan warns as the pain is making her desperate to move. Smirking at her “Sarah, what are you?”
“I’m a dirty whore, Sir” She whimpers.
Jordan pinches and twists her nipple to the point where she lets out a scream. Leaning down to her ear, he whispers “Louder.” Sarah screams “I’m a dirty whore, Sir,” as loud as she can. Loud enough for anyone walking by to hear.
Releasing her, she fights the overwhelming urge to bring her hands from behind her back to rub her nipple better but a stern look from Jordan discourages any movement so all she can do is shake and jerk futilely to find some relief. As the blood flows to her nipple and the pain subsides, her ragged breathing goes to a pant and then returns to normal.
Jordan pours himself a glass of water from the side table while Sarah catches her breath. Looking down at her pussy from this angle, he notices it has become wetter, slimier, and the accumulation of white cream has intensified.
“Look at your wife’s pussy.” Jordan tells Scott shaking his head in mock disgust. “It’s even more of a mess now. Looks like we have a pain-slut.”
Scott looks and chews harder on the panties in his mouth while his tiny penis strains for release.
“Keep your knees exactly where they are and lay all the way back.”
Sarah awkwardly clambers back so that her head and shoulders are on the floor. Her tits forced upwards, arms folded behind her back forcing an idyllic arch, her legs folded back on themselves and spread open. In this position her pussy is as helpless and exposed as it possibly could be. She is at Jordan’s mercy. Her pussy lips spread wide making her hole openly visible, clit swollen, and the hood pulled back through a combination of the position and arousal. She looks up at the ceiling knowing something is coming but not quite what.
Jordan places one knee one ground for leverage and lays a hand across her lower stomach. “You know what we do to pain-sluts don’t you?”
“No Sir.” she purrs.
“They get what they deserve.” With that Jordan applies pressure to her stomach – effectively locking her in the position – and spanks her clit lightly.
Sarah shrieks in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sound makes a squelching noise due to her wetness “Did you the noise that made whore?” Jordan ridicules.
“Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir. I’m a dirty slut Sir.” Jordan laughs at her and starts raining down a ruthless spanking on her unprotected clit. The speed constant but with increasing force. The shrieks become wails around the tenth.
“You are worthless little pain-slut.” Jordan teases. “I am Sir. I’m worth…” A blow lands so sweetly on her clit that it has an almost an electroshock effect through her body.
“What are you??” Sarah rushes to answer before the next blow lands, “I’m a worthless little pain-slut Sir.”
Noticing that the rhythmic moving of her hips is suggestive that she may cum from this he asks laughing at her “Are you going to cum if I keep doing this slut?” Through the pain and the delight, she manages to utter “I might Sir.”