Page 67 of Filthy Mouth
“That’s it, whore. Nuzzle it, taste it, let me feel those lips all over my cock and balls. You’ll beg for the privilege to swallow me next.”
She opened her mouth wide, tongue out like a greedy slut, waiting for me to give her something. I looked down at her on her knees, lips smeared with crimson and spit, and the sight made my cock jerk. Leaning over, I gathered saliva and spat straight into her mouth.
“Swallow it, whore,” I ordered.
Her throat bobbed, and she moaned as she gulped it down, still holding my cock against her face like it was holy.
I stripped off my trousers, kicking them aside before gripping her hair in my fist. With a rough shove, I pressed her head back against the edge of the bed, forcing her to stay kneeling while her face was tilted upward.
“Open that mouth, slut,” I ordered, straddling her face. I shifted back until my arse hovered over her lips.
“Good little whore, lick me. Use that filthy tongue for your client.”
Her hands clutched at my thighs as I ground down, her tongue flicking over my hole, her mouth hot and eager. A moan rumbled from my chest, low and dark.
“That’s it,” I groaned, rocking against her face.“Eat my arse like the good whore you are.”
I shoved her face tighter against me, grinding until her nose was buried.
I spread my stance and gripped the back of her head, holding her tight against my arse.
“Not good enough,” I growled.“You’re going to fuck my arsehole with your tongue. Do you hear me, whore?”
Her muffled moan vibrated against me, and I felt the first push of her tongue spearing in. I ground down, forcing her deeper.
“That’s it. Harder. Fuck me with that filthy tongue. Get in there and clean my arsehole.”
She whined, the sound muffled against my skin, but obeyed. Her tongue speared into me, hot and wet, and I groaned, clenching around it.
Each thrust of her tongue had me groaning, my grip bruising her scalp as I made her keep the rhythm.“Good little whore—my slut on her knees tonguing her client’s arse. Keep going. You don’t stop till I say.”
“Good girl. Nice and deep,” I gasped as she swirled her tongue around my rim before pushing it in my arsehole. My cock dripped on the dark wood, and I lifted myself off her face. When I turned to see her, I smiled. Her mouth was pink, every trace of crimson lipstick gone.
“Open wide. You’ve earned my cock, whore.”
God, I fucking loved my filthy wife.
Poppy
Daddy was in beast mode tonight. This was exactly what I needed after a long week of shitty boardroom meetings. I barely had time to design, and it frustrated me, but this—this was my weekend therapy.
I opened my mouth wide as Daddy held his cock and rested it on my tongue.
“You made me leak. Lick it off, whore.”
I immediately licked the head, lapping up his sweet and salty clear precum, moaning as his taste burst across my tongue. I poked my tongue into the slit before sucking him down, greedy for more. Another dribble of precum spilled onto my tongue, and I swallowed with a shudder.
“Good little cocksucker,” sir growled, gripping the back of my head.“Open wide. I’m going to stretch that neck out.”
I widened my jaw obediently, tongue out, eyes up. He slid his cock over my tongue, smearing it across my lips and cheeks, marking me with his mess before thrusting deeper. I gagged instantly, my throat convulsing around his cock, but I held still, tears pricking my eyes as he fucked my mouth like it was nothing more than a hole.
“That’s it,” he rasped, watching drool string down my chin.“My obedient little whore. Choke on my cock. Show me what that slut mouth is for.”
His fist tightened in my hair, pinning the back of my head to the mattress so all I could do was gape up at him with my mouth wide open. He shoved his cock past my lips, down my throat, battering me with merciless thrusts until I gagged and drooled all over myself. Spit and precum ran down my chin, trailing over my tits, slicking his balls every time he buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, grinding until my nose was crushed into his skin.“That throat was made to choke on cock.”
I moaned around him, throat spasming as he held me down and fucked harder, brutal and unrelenting. Every time he pulled back, a strand of drool stretched from his cock to my lips before snapping and sliding down to my chest. He smirked, watching it drip over my tits as he slammed back in.
