i've sold my soul to porn. to sex. to being edged out for eternity. my husband lately has had to stop me, saying: "you're not going out like that. you look like a prostitute." which is more than fine in the bedroom, when i'm jacking off his beautiful fat cock. but he cannot stand other men drooling at me, my milky tits, my plastic pink glossy lips, my big little lamb eyes, my fat ass, all in micro jeans shorts with my ass showing, a victoria's secret pink crop top, pink sneakers, rainbow bracelets, hoop earrings, chewing on bubblegum with a 90s choker around my neck.
and with my tiny whore hello kitty bag filled with his XL condoms, his blood in a tiny flask, his lube and candy. i don't do it to show off in that way. i hope people see me and know i'm a nymphomaniac, and that i look that good for my husband only. it's all for him, and to express myself in a way i finally like. that's right, he wants that all to himself, or at least he has to be with me to slap my ass in public and grab me by the throat, spitting in my mouth, sucking on my tongue piercing.
"where the fuck do you think you're going dressed like that?" he'll growl in my ear, money in his hand. "mhm, that depends sir. how much are you willing to spend? though i could give a discount if you're over 7.5 inches." and i'm tilting his chin up, purring against his lips. "lucky me then." he'll groan back, grabbing my throat with one hand. nevermind our wedding rings on our fingers, lol.
i follow his orders and only dress how he allows, finding a compromise but sometimes it's so fun to stir him up. he'll push me to my knees and shove his cock into my mouth, bulging against my cheek. my hot pink plastic lips wrapping around the head of it so good and so tight.
"that's my girl, i didn't pay for those lips for nothing." hehe, i'm actually the one who begged him to let me get as much lip filler as he could accept before it looked too porn like. 2 ml.
"swirl that piercing around, that's it. atta girl." when he pretends to "pay me" it's actually just my allowance, and while he's still adapting to me being this much of a whore, as long as he's the center of attention he doesn't seem to mind.
"kiss the tip, make love to this bad boy. atta girl." as for me, i like taking my sweet time with his cock, tracing every vein with my tongue, sliding my plastic lips along his shaft, sucking on his fat hairy balls, getting pubic hair stuck in my teeth. and if he's feeling charitable, he'll let me slobber all over his asshole.
"look at me with those pretty eyes. now suck, just the tip. no hands." and he slowly fucks my mouth, picking up the pace with each thrust, guiding my head up and down by pulling my hair. "now open up that throat, biiiig stretch for mister." and his full length slides down my throat, making my eyes roll back.
"good girl lily. good girl." he holds my head still and frantically fucks my throat so violently. just the way i love it the most. sometimes he doesn't care if i start puking all over his crotch, he pins my nose shut and keeps going, sometimes he stops if i tap his thigh and gives me a few seconds to control my gag reflex.
he spits on my face and slaps my cheek with his heavy rock hard dick. "from my experience, prostitutes aren't nearly so eager. but you on the other hand... you're a slave to sex, aren't you?" i'm so aroused, i'm leaking down my thighs. "yessir." "you're a little nympho fuck, aren't you." "yessir." "all you care about... is this fat dick, and what comes out of it, spurting all over your face, don't you." "yessir."
and so he does, eventually he spurts his salty, creamy, white fertile gunk all over my face in slimy chunks, and my pupils turn heart shaped.
"now bend over, and fuck yourself while i watch. undress real slow. i want to savor every inch of this younger teen looking body."
i still have cum leaking down my face, licking my fingers clean, spreading my gaping asshole.
and just like that, we fuck nonstop from dusk till dawn, holding each other like we will die if we don't.
"no matter how much i keep fucking you, you keep wanting more and more and more. and i can't stop myself. not with you. you're a succubus."
"maybe i am. it's not like you mind either way, do you daddy?" i'm riding his cock and he's biting his finger from the pleasure, rolling his eyes back.
"how many times did i cum? how many loads did you take?" and i'm sliding my tongue over his adam's apple.
"stop thinking and thrust these hips. no more talking. just melt into that bliss. isn't it paradise?"
"god it is... fuck... one more... please make me cum one more time..." he's purring beneath my touch.
"oh sir, i'm not stopping until these balls are dry, and even then... you can still orgasm... again... and again... and again... and again... but of course, i can't do anything unless you want it."
"oh i WANT it, god i want it. this is the best sex of my fucking life. i'm so glad i married you." he's about to burst again, i can feel his cock twitching.
"give it to me, sir. one more. drown my womb one more time." his jizz is sliding out of my pussy from all the previous loads, i'm hogging them all because i'm oh so greedy.
"cum for me. all just for me." i'm wrapping my hands around his throat oh so gently. as i'd never threaten to hurt him. it's just so erotic. "give it to me, go on PLEASE GIMMIE SPERM ALREADY." i'm biting into his neck and sliding my cunt up and down so violently, he digs his nails into my hips and moans so loudly it's a deep, choked scream.
he cums so hard his spine is spasming and his knees are shaking and his lips are quivering.
i can feel every spurt washing over me, inside my womb. every spurt feeling like a touch of paradise. my clit is fully swollen.
my husband is panting and he's exhausted and dehydrated. i'm letting his jizz leak out into my hand before snorting it up my nose.
"i mean i know you're in love with me. but why do you... need my jizz that bad?" he's so blissed out that he's laughing.
"validation. male validation. it's my heroin." i'm snorting up another wet line.
"women are strange, aren't they." he's kissing me so softly. so calmly. so happily.
"as long as i get your jizz, i can do anything."
"then you really are a succubus. my cute little adorable succubus." he's petting my head and i'm groaning, since he's messing up my hair.
"you know you don't have to do all that. the clothes, the makeup... if you want to, i won't complain, but you are fucking stunning just the way you are, lily. i fell in love with you just as much as you did with me."
"... i know. thanks, dad."
"now clean yourself up, i'm taking you out to dinner. dress casual. oh but uh... keep the collar."
