Friday, October 28, 2011

Cuckquean and perversions part1


So I sit there...I smell her cunt. Yes. My husband's many sluts, this one takes the cake. Her pussy is slippery and soft and wet. Not super tight like mine. No, somewhat loose and very orgasmic. Something my husband prefers on the side, my jealousy is overwhelming but yet... I like it. Knowing he is going to touch every corner of her thick bodacious body and make her feel the way he makes me feel, only better because she responds better primitively to his needs. She does whatever he commands willingly without doubts or judgement or shyness. I watched as she opened her legs widely to receive his animalistic thrust of pure lust. I could hear the wetness of her cunt, sloppy sounds they made as he goes in and out of her, her guttural moans of passion and yes...she was a whore. She enjoyed sleeping with other women's taken men it made her the queen of his desires. She has done this over a hundred times. Anna was her name a 26 yr old spanish woman. She started young, as a young teen she discovered her lust for older men her teacher was her first. He would blush as she hand in her work because her breast...Ah...yes her breast. 34F. Yes big large areolas and large nipples my husband had his mouth mounted over them as he moaned closer to orgasm...she just kept on having vaginal contractions when he would lick her nipples in counterclockwise and vice versa his balls ached as she did this. she didn't have to get on top to thrust herself to cum, she did it naturally like a hiccup. And he was crazy about her oversexed body. So I decided to let her live with us...to become his number one slut.

Anna was a victim of horny men, ever since she began to develop breast early men would gawk at her and rape her with their eyes. She has no choice but to accept it and with that she realized she liked it. Her teacher told her to stay after class. Mr. Thatcher told her it was because her grades were slipping. She was concerned and did just what he asked...and more. He couldn't keep his hands off her she begged him to stop but he touched in a way where it was pleasant and very arousing. Anna loved to masturbate but did't for a few days because of a test she had to get done so her clitoris was throbbing and it definitely was aching so she spread her legs a little and he rubbed for her in a circular motion making sure to put pressure on the lips to give it the equal amount of satisfaction he planned on giving her. See, Mr. Thatcher was a pervert, should be jailed if you ask me but ...the girls liked it, shamefully sometimes disgusted but when they think of the way he applied pressure to their groin made them keep quiet in shame and pleasure. He was many of the girls first experience. He knew this and smiled quirkily as he rubbed Anna thinking of all the teens he exploited he made sure they orgasmed, after all it was his ultimate power. Her panties were getting very damp he slipped her panties to her ankles and spread her legs apart getting on his knees he put his mouth on her mount spreading her lips with his tongue and diving in oh her pussy smelled of sweat and pheromones. anna breathed in deeply accepting his invading tongue. he lashed about she felt the familiar feeling she feels when she is about to orgasm from masturbation. He grabbed her breast and licked her nipples just the way my husband did, softly and forcefully Mr. Thatcher pushed his large pulsing cock into Anna, grabbing her luscious ass with his big hands she grind against his cock her enlarged clitoris rubbing into his pubic bone...so good...she moaned
in continuous motion he laid on her as let her rotate her hips on his dick listening to the sloshing sounds of her tight pussy... she orgasmed her body shook and with his mouth on her breast they too, jiggled in his mouth causing him to cum hard inside her. his hips locked as she trembled under him. And this continued for several years daily she was a subject of sexual lust. He would do her in public bring her to his house while his wife slept in the next room...sometimes he show her videos of other girls he was doing and have her watch the videos as they had sex. She began to love this and demanded more. He showered her with gifts and even offered her to his mates. She happily obliged.

The men she slept with were all married and middle aged men with very big libidos. Some men were freakier than others but all perversions. When my husband met her he met her through these colleagues. All these men made sure they married women that would be subjects of this humiliation. They knew their husbands were perverts and when they had sex with their husbands they would remember how good their husbands would come for these loose, trashy women. Somehow they liked it. Carol Wichenstein remembers Anna. Anna scent was all over her husbands, John's cock. She sucked on him and tasted her sweet cunt...she hated it and loved it at the same time her small swollen labia ached for her juices inside her. Thy were wealthy and she knew she had to please her successful husband he was great in the bedroom and she knew she couldn't get it anywhere else. She happily rode her husband moaning Anna's name as she satisfied herself to climax. Her husband videotaped this and showed Anna, she then had multiples orgasms with John.

So here we are in my house and my husband lying with Anna her scent lit the room like a forest fire. So strong  she knew she was being watched by me. I was in the closet bound to a chair to watch him satisfy this slut. Her long dark hair centered down her back, her hips thrusting her ass arching as she rode my husband I had a vibrator inside my cunt forcefully put there by Anna to make myself cum, no pleasure from him, just to watch. My life is a movie in this closet and I was enjoying it. Anna had a control button that adjusts the settings on the vibrator. She pressed stop and go as she rode my husband up and down ...so I would be in rhythm of her. I was having multiples the first time in my life I was orgasmic in more ways than one. I loved my husband because he and I have a relationship in where I knew what we lived for. 

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