Using the floor for leverage, he fucked my mouth like a monster. I could barely breathe; he fucked me so hard. My moans and whimpers couldn’t be heard over the sound of his grunting. His fat cock rocked me so hard; I felt it in my pussy.
My fingers explored my vulva until they found my clitoris. I forcefully rubbed my hot button, exposing my arousal to my husband. As my body rocked from his power, I felt a sharp pain rattle through my body. My husband slapped my pussy as hard as he could.
The pain was so intense, it was damn near orgasmic. I closed my legs and tried to hide my tenderness from him. He ripped his cock from my mouth and grabbed my hair. Mixed emotions of fear and arousal left me stunned and unresponsive.
I’d never been scared of my husband like that, and I loved it. I knew what he’d do if I opened my legs, so I opened them wide. As expected, he slapped my pussy again. This time, he hit my clitoris. The pain was phenomenal. I screamed in satisfying terror.
My pussy watered as the pain turned to delight. Just as the pain lessened, he slapped me again. I could actually feel my pussy lips swelling with redness. I opened my legs more, begging for him to strike me faster. To my satisfaction, his intense slapping turned to powerful spanking.
The hot pain sent shivers up my spine. I cried out in joy; my hips bucked against his slaps. He fucked my swollen lips with ferocious smacks. To piss him off, even more, I slid two fingers inside myself.
He tried pulling my hand away, but I was lost in another exploration. I screamed for him to punish me harder. Instead of spanking me, he rubbed my clitoris. The direct assault on my hot button sent me spiraling into another orgasm.
My hand pulled away from my vulva, but his didn’t. My legs shook and flailed in agony. I dug my nails into his body. My hips bucked violently, trying to get away from him. He pulled me closer, rubbing my sensitive clit harder.
The pain rushed over me faster, turning into a mind-blowing sensation. My screams and moans filled the house, echoing through the halls. I felt goosebumps spread across my body. Waves of euphoria crashed against me; over and over more waves came. The room spun around me, and I got light-headed.
My body continued shaking as he laughed. He twirled his fingers over my clitoris until my body went numb. I was on the brink of passing out when he started slapping me again. The sudden heavy shock caused me to explode.
I felt hot bursts of juice splashing against my inner thighs. Every slap caused more juice to squirt from my pussy. It was the first time he made me squirt, and I couldn’t stop. He slapped and rubbed gushes of streams out of me.
He sat me up in the center of the bed. My pussy burned with passion as juice dripped down my legs. I heard him groaning, knowing he was staring at my body. What I must’ve looked like; his nasty, squirt-soaked slut-wife. I was totally humiliated and loved every second of it.
Mouth slime drenched my blindfold and face, but I didn’t care. I felt it dripping down to my chest and smiled at the thought of what I might look like. I started moving my hand toward my pussy, but he pushed my hand away.