Page 74 of Filthy Mouth
Then he raised it, letting me see the shiny, glistening strip.
“Open that mouth, whore. Time to clean your mess.”
When I obeyed, he shoved the belt between my lips, smearing my slick on my tongue. The taste was raw, musky, mine—but all I could focus on was the way he watched, eyes burning, as he made me lap it clean.
All while my pussy burned inside and out.
He shifted back on his haunches, dragging the belt with him. When he folded it in half and began feeding the slick leather between my folds, I gasped, my whole body jerking against the chains.
Without a word, he climbed off the bed, reached for his trousers, and pulled out his phone. My stomach dropped.
“No,” I whimpered, shaking my head.
“Yeah?” he chuckled, thumbing the screen.“And what the fuck are you going to do about it, whore?”
The flash lit up my spread body as he leaned in, snapping close-ups of my pussy stretched wide around the belt.
“Online reviews usually come with photos and videos,” he drawled, tugging the belt buckle higher so the leather bit deep between my folds. He angled the phone lower, capturing both my whipped pussy and ass. “You should be grateful.”
“Yes, sir,” I griped, playing my part.
“You don’t sound very grateful,” he murmured, leaning to the side to put his phone on the nightstand.
Touché, Daddy.
Pegging was clearly off the table.
Benedict
She looked so fucking hot with my belt spouting out of her whipped cunt. I rubbed over the red welts striping her inner thighs, watching them glow against her pale skin. Yeah, fuck that—I wasn’t deleting a thing. I was memorialising this moment. Poppy brought the photographer out in me, and I wanted every filthy angle saved.
“One hole left to be filled, whore. I’ll fuck you raw, no condoms. You’ll take my cum and risk being impregnated by a complete stranger.”
She gasped. “No, sir, please. There are rules.”
She really should have been a fucking actress. Her eyes were wide, and she shook her head. We both knew she had an IUD in.
“You should’ve thought about that before you misbehaved,” I murmured darkly, tapping my cock over her belt-stuffed cunt.“Now I wonder how many loads I can dump in this sloppy cunt before my time’s up. Three? Four? Enough to have you leaking for days.”
I slowly eased the belt out of her cunt, not realising how far I’d stuffed it inside her. It was coated with her creamy come and glistening arousal.
“Do you know how expensive this belt was?” I growled.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, pursing her lips, trying to hold back her smile.
“Do you think it’s funny that you ruined my Prada Saffiano leather belt?”
“No, sir,” she said with the barest degree of contrition.
“You’ll keep this belt in your mouth while I breed your cunt, whore. Nine months from now, you’ll remember me using your hole as nothing but a cum-dumpster.”
Her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth. I fed her my belt, my cock twitching as her lips closed around the black leather.
I leaned back to inspect her bare, red pussy. Her flesh shone from arousal, glistening and swollen under the light. I should whip her cunt more often. She was beautiful like this—wrecked, needy, and ready for me.
“Looks like this whore wants to be bred,” I murmured, pressing my thumb to her swollen clit.“To be pumped full of come like a good little breeding bitch. Worth every penny.”
I pressed my cock to her opening. No need to spread her as her legs were already strapped wide, hips tilted up and begging for me to split her open. Poppy’s pussy was a masochist. She never lied about it. She loved the ache, loved when I bruised her cervix and left her sore for days.
