Page 70 of Filthy Mouth
“Still hungry, whore?” he mocked, circling the slick head over my cheek before stepping back behind me. His hand gripped the plug, twisting it hard as his cock shoved back into my soaked cunt. My body jolted, stretched raw from the double invasion.
He fucked me deep, his pace brutal, the slap of flesh ringing out as spit flew from my gagged mouth.“Plugged arse, dripping cunt, gagged mouth—you’re nothing but holes for me.”
When his cock slipped free, I whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already dragging my head back up. The thick length smeared across my lips, my cheek, painting my face with my own arousal.
“Filthy little slut,” he snarled, pushing back through the ring, rutting into my mouth again. His cock glistened with the mess he’d just fucked out of me, and now he forced me to lick it off, to swallow it down. Drool and pussy-slick smeared my chin, my cheeks as he fucked my throat raw.
He held himself deep in my neck while I breathed through my nose. He gripped the back of my head, locking me in, and pushed his pelvis against me until my nose was squashed flat against him. He ground himself into my face until I couldn’t breathe, and his balls rested on my dripping chin. I struggled against the restraints.
“This filthy mouth,” he groaned, pulling back until I could breathe.
Before I could clear the tears from my eyes, he was gone again.
Benedict
I trailed my hand down my wife’s sexy back until I reached her cock-stretched arsehole and weeping pussy. I grabbed the extra-large wipes and pulled the long black cock out of her hole. She moaned and let her head flop down. I cleaned the cock thoroughly before spreading her pussy open. It glistened under the light, slick and twitching like diamonds beneath a jeweller’s spotlight—my treasure, my filthy whore.
I smirked when I saw her hole flutter.
“You were worth every penny, whore. I might even leave you a review,” I muttered, pressing the head of her favourite toy into her dripping slit.
“The whore’s arsehole gaped within seconds,” I said in my best critic’s tone, sliding the silicone cock inside her cunt.“Her pussy dripped all over the furniture—it was that desperate. Five stars for presentation, but she still needs training in obedience.”
I thrust the toy deeper, twisting it so her walls clenched. She moaned, and I leaned down to growl in her ear.
“Open that cunt for me slut, take your review like a good little whore,” I said, dragging the cock back before slamming it inside her.
Her howl made me smirk. This was only the beginning of our filthy Friday night. I reached for the lube.
I slicked my cock and pressed the head against her twitching ring.“Beg for it, whore. Let me hear how badly you need your arsehole stuffed.”
All I got back were muffled, choking sounds through the gag, and the sound of spit dripping down onto the floor beneath her. She thrashed her hips, straps creaking, trying to force herself back on me.
“That’s your begging? Just drool and squeals?” I chuckled darkly, grinding the head against her arsehole but not giving her the push she wanted.“Pathetic little plug-slut, can’t even form words with that mouth stretched open.”
Her body convulsed, desperate, her hole twitching around nothing.
I pulled back and slapped her arse hard, leaving a red print across her skin.“Keep squirming, whore. Maybe if you make enough noise, I’ll give you cock. Until then, you’ll sit there leaking while I tease this shithole wide.”
She groaned, and I couldn't help but chuckle. She’d chosen the ring gag, knowing what I loved to do when she couldn't speak.
While she tried to rub her clit on the bench, grunting from the effort, I enjoyed the sight of her desperate body writhing like a starved slut. Her gagged mouth dripped on the floor, a long strand of spit hanging suspended before it splattered on the wood.
“She leaks from both ends, begging for my cock,” I mocked.“Worth a few quid for an easy ride.”
Her mangled cries only made her drool harder, spit pooling beneath her in a filthy puddle.
I moved behind her, noticing the black cock had slipped from her hole.
“Couldn’t even keep a dildo in her cunt—too loose from being fisted.”
Her growl was ferocious as a lioness’s, and I laughed, delighted by her frustration.
I spread her cheeks wide, spat on her puckered hole, and teased my thumbs inside until her ring stretched open, revealing the flushed pink flesh within.
Her muscles clenched, fighting me, so I gathered another mouthful of spit and let it dribble deep into her arse.
“The backdoor slut needs every hole stuffed—spit, seed, and piss. She’ll take it all,” I murmured, blowing hot air inside her so she strained helplessly around my thumbs.
