SAVAGE DESIRES: BUNDLE

by MIMI WILDE

  Billy took his cock out of me with a wet sound, but he wasn’t done. He tangled his thick hands in my hair and pulled down. I knew what he wanted but I looked first at my husband. I wasn’t sure how my husband would feel about me being on my knees in front of Billy.

  My husband still stroked his cock and he nodded for me to do as Billy wished

  I sank down on my knees in front of Billy and I took his half-hard cock into my mouth. I sucked on it and cleaned it with my tongue and lips as Billy started to undress. His prick was already surprisingly becoming hard in my mouth. I thought it would take a while but evidently Billy’s excitement was still raging. His prick was already hard as he tore off his undershirt.

  “Get the rest of your things off,” he commanded.

  There was authority in his voice. He was the kind of man who commanded other men and it showed. I quickly got to my feet. I pulled the bra around and unhooked it and dropped it. I peeled my panties down my long legs. Billy finished the act of undressing.

  He had the trim, well developed body of a young Greek God. He was tanned in all the right places. I reached down and fondled his stiff prick.

  “You are beautiful,” I said.

  “Suck me some more,” he said

  He moved over to the bed and sat and I went down on my knees between his legs. He had a beautiful cock and I took it into my mouth again, sucking and licking. I licked down the crown to his balls and licked at each of his heavy balls. I took each of them into my mouth and sucked on them a moment. I licked back up his cock like an ice cream and then I took the purplish head into my mouth again. He tasted of me. Of pussy. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted to suck him.

  I slurped at him and I saw my husband out of the corner of my eye. He still stroked himself slowly. His eyes looked wide and incredulous. I had never seen him as excited.

  I took Billy’s cock deep into the back of my throat. His hands tangled once again in my hair and he started directing my movements. I wasn’t sucking anymore. He was fucking my face, moving his hips to ram his cock between my lips and deep enough to gag me. A couple of times he did gag me and I sputtered but he gave me a moment to breathe and then his cock was slamming into my face again.

  I went along with him and I reached the point where I tasted his cream wetting my tongue, but coming in my mouth wasn’t what Billy wanted. He pulled out of my lips at the last moment.

  “Up on your bed on your hands and knees,” he said.

  “Directing me again. Commanding. I gave him what he wanted and what my husband wanted. I couldn’t do anything else. I was hot, wickedly, deliciously hot. I crawled up onto the bed and posed on my knees and knees. I looked over my shoulder as Billy approached. I saw his thick, wet cock pointing up at his belly. I gave a wicked shake of my hips and he guided it into my aching slit. With one single thrust, he was inside me again, this time from behind.

  “Doggie style,” my husband said. “Like a doggie bitch.’

  I closed my eyes as Billy started fucking me again. My husband had never called me bitch before. His manner toward me had never been so rough, so humiliating. I thought a part of his excitement had always been degrading me a little. It was why he enjoyed tearing off my school teacher outfit to reveal the slutty underclothes underneath. It was why he enjoyed mussing me.

  Now he was really getting off as he humiliated me by having another man fuck me doggie style. But was it really humiliation when enjoyed it too? It was all so confusing.

  I simply gave into my feelings. Billy’s long, hard thrusts were feeling good and his cock was getting deep into my belly. I began shoving my ass back against him, taking him as deep as I could. His thick cock seemed to grow inside me, stretching me as I had never been stretched before.

  He thrust harder. I met him with every thrust. A moan from his lips and then his cock started leaking into my pussy. It leaked out of my slit and down my legs. I moaned and gasped and twisted like an animal, wanting to feel his cock touch every part of me. He changed his pace, drawing back slowly and then ramming deeply. His cock head pressed my clitty and sent new feelings through me.

  My husband sat on the bed beside me, his face enflamed. His cock looked raw and red and stiff.

  “Tell me what you are?” my husband whispered.

  “I’m your whore,” I whispered.

  “Louder,” he said. “Tell me louder.”

  I had played this game before. I knew it well.

  “I’m your whore,” I yelled loud enough for someone to hear if they had been in the next room. “I’m your fucking whore.”

  Billy yelled and rammed me again and this time his cock erupted in this spurts of cum I could feel deep within my belly. I couldn’t wait any longer. Still telling my husband I was his whore, I gave into the spasms again and again. Billy didn’t move. He kept his cock deep within me as I twisted on it, coming so hard that I felt as if my insides were being shaken loose.

  I was finally done, and I collapsed on my face and Billy’s cock slipped out of me. It was quiet in the room except for my husband’s breathing. He had stopped stroking his cock but it still looked red and hard.

  “You can leave,” my husband said to Billy.

  I didn’t look at him as Billy dressed. He didn’t say good bye to me. I had the feeling it was the last time we would ever meet. He had gotten what he wanted. So had I. So had my husband.

  I raised my head and looked at my husband’s hard prick inches from my face.

  “Did you get what you wanted?” I asked hesitatingly.

  He hadn’t come. I was scared he had not liked the real thing as much as he thought. He smiled at me.

  “Put on your glasses and get on your knees,” he said.

  Naked, I went to the window and got my glasses. I put them on and crawled on my knees over to him and lifted my head. My husband began to jerk off again, slowly, and at times touching the head of his swollen cock against my head and rubbing in my hair.

  “What are you?” he asked me.

  “I’m your whore,” I said. “I’m your fucking whore.”

  His cream spurted against my face. Thick spurts covered my glasses and landed in my hair. I felt it running down my cheek. I felt more on my breasts. He had come like I had never known him to come before.

  “I guess you enjoyed it,” I said.

  “I damn well did,” my husband said. “I expect we’re going to do this again if you’re willing.”

  As I said in the beginning. Every woman has a bad boy in their past.

  I guess now I had one in my present.

  My husband.