Paul's Trophy Wife

Paul stepped forward, smiling as she opened her mouth, grabbing his dick and forcing it inside her mouth. She got almost halfway before she gagged, pulling her head back as drool dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.

"Fuck!" She groaned, shaking her head, then went in again, shoving her head down on his cock forcefully, getting a little farther, then gagging hard, retching and drooling, a torrent of spit dripping down her chin, over her big tits, coating her body.

"Oh god!" She groaned, the spit cascading down her curves, dripping down to her pussy, then pooling on the floor.

"What the fuck is this?" Paul asked, wiping her spit off of her chest and rubbing it in her face, and she gasped, moaning as he smeared her make up all over her face.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry sir!" She whimpered. "I have overactive salivary glands, I can't help it! I'm literally drooling over your cock!"

Then she shoved his dick down her throat again, and Paul groaned, shaking his head as she bobbed back and forth, her tits bouncing, tears flowing down her cheeks, smearing her makeup even more, the spit gushing down her body as she eagerly and lustfully sucked him off.

"Fuck!" She grunted, pulling his cock out of her throat and eagerly stroking him off as she caught her breath. "Please, it's too big! Please just fuck my pussy, sir!"

"No," Paul told her flatly, grabbing her hair and shoving his cock in her mouth again, facefucking her as she gagged, reaching down and pinching her nipples, fucking her throat as she wiggled and squirmed.

"Oh god!" She gasped when he finally pulled his cock out, kneeling down, his face in front of hers.

"You like that, don't you?" He asked, squeezing her nipple, and she squealed, nodding up and down.

"Yes sir! Yes sir!" She replied, the tip of his cock poking at her cheek.

"You like being a little slut for me, don't you?" He asked, reaching back and slapping her tit, then the other.

"Ow! Oh yes! Oh yes! I love being a slut for you! I'll be such a good slut!"

"Good girl," Paul smiled, kissing her lips, and she closed her eyes, groaning as she grabbed his face, kissing back voraciously, slipping her tongue in his mouth, smearing her spit on his face before he pushed her off of him.

"Get back on my cock," He told her and she nodded, and as he stood up she lunged for his dick, grabbing it and stroking him off with one hand, gently grasping at his balls with the other.

"Paul-" She started, then shook her head. "Sir! Sir? May I touch myself?" She begged, and Paul nodded.

"Mmm, thank you sir," she groaned, pulling apart her bikini strings and tugging it off of her, her shaved little pussy coming into view as she rubbed her hand along her body, collecting her spit as lubrication, then shoving two fingers inside her wet snatch, rubbing herself feverishly as she slurped and sucked on his cock.

Valerie's blowjob was the best thing Paul had ever experienced in his life. Watching her submissively sucking him off, her tits bouncing back and forth, her ass sticking out and her back arched, her tender fingers, long, painted fingernails gripping his cock gently, her eyes practically rolling back in her head as she hummed, gagging and choking, globs of spit exploding from her mouth and pooling on the concrete.

Paul watched her, her body heaving back and forth, finally groaning, climaxing as she sucked him off, whimpering and groaning as she came, his cock popping out of her mouth as she looked up at him, panting, begging.

"Please! Please sir! Stick that cock in my wet little pussy!" She begged, but he shook his head.

"No," He told her, grabbing her head and shoving his dick back inside her mouth, skull fucking her voraciously until he felt himself climaxing as well.

"Oh fuck!" He groaned, and she pulled his cock out, choking and sputtering, then opened her mouth, eagerly awaiting his cum.

"Fuck!" Paul moaned, his cock exploding with jizz, shooting into her mouth, filling her up, and she swallowed, opening back up, his cum shooting all over her face before filling her mouth once again. He kept cumming and cumming, torrents of jizz unloading on her face, dribbling down her body, coating her in his warm, sticky goo, before finally collapsing back into one of the patio chairs.

"Jesus!" He groaned, watching her as she swallowed again, then began gathering the rest of his cum from her face into her mouth, sucking and licking it off her fingers before finally opening her eyes, sticky still, barely able to part.

"Oh, wow," she moaned, stretching out on the warm concrete, lying on her stomach as she caught her breath.

They sat there for some time, Paul watching Valerie rest like a large cat, her naked, milky skin in the shade of the awning, her voluptuous curves, relaxing luxuriously, before she looked up at him.

"Well, that was fun," she giggled, smiling at him.

"Yeah, yeah it was," he sighed, smiling back.

"It's too bad you didn't fuck me," she teased, sitting up, "You would have loved fucking my tight little pussy. Now where's the flash drive?"

She reached forwards, grabbing his bathing suit and going through the pockets, but they were empty, and Paul laughed a little.

"I'm sorry, there must be some sort of misunderstanding here," he smiled, shaking his head as he snatched his shorts from her grip and began putting them on.

"What do you mean? I sucked you off, now give me the flash drive." She insisted, her fiery anger beginning to brim over, but Paul just smiled, kneeling down beside her, grabbing her hair and tugging her back up to her knees again.

"No, you don't get it, slut," he whispered, slapping her tits, and she whimpered, biting her lip as she stared at him, shocked. "I'm not ever going to give you the flash drive. You belong to me now, and as long as you're a good little whore for me, your husband won't ever find out about your little affair."

She stared at him, trembling, shaking her head.

"But- but- but I-" She started, but he grabbed her throat.

"Shut up," he told her. "Not another word of it. Now when does he get back into town?"

"Two weeks," Valerie whispered, her face turning red.

"Perfect. I'll be back tomorrow at three. We're going out, so wear a dress, but no underwear, understand?"

Valerie looked away, embarrassed and afraid, and Paul slapped her again.

"Understand?" He asked loudly, raising his voice.

"Yes! Yes sir! I understand!" She whimpered, and he let go of her hair, letting her fall back to the ground.

"Good girl," he laughed, grabbing his towel and shirt, slipping on his flip flops. "Now clean yourself up, you disgusting whore."

She shivered at his words, groaning a little, but when she turned to him, he was already walking off, around to the side gate, and leaving her there.

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