Page 66 of The Naughty List

“Mark!” I try, but he doesn’t even look at me.

Viv downs the rest of a glass of red wine, and directs both me and her husband with a finger.

“Go on, then. Show me. Demonstrate just how fucking well you were getting it on while I was away.”

I get back into position, with wide eyes, coaxing Mark up on top of me. His eyes are fierce, like he doesn’t give two fucks about the piece of shit I am. He slams his cock back into my pussy like I’m a silly little bitch, but I work my hips. I roll them up and under him, like a challenge, gripping his cock with my pussy.

“You were sucking my tits, don’t forget.” I say to him, and offer them.

“Suck her tits, then!” Viv barks, and Mark does, but he’s gentler now than before. His tongue feels so wet and fucking nice as he laps at me. I moan, and look over at Viv deliberately.

“He’s just too good.”

“Good enough to get them punished for?”

I nod. “You can punish them all you like… it’ll be worth it for his hot mouth.”

The challenge seems to be accepted.

She pulls him off and away from me and drags me right back up to sitting position. Yeah, she’s made of muscle. Impressive. Too much to mess with, even if I wanted to. She grips my hair to hold my head back, and then she slaps my tender tits so hard I’m whimpering. They must be bouncing, turning pink before her eyes, but mine are closed tight as I gasp, soaking in every sensation.

It’s been a long time since I’ve taken pure tit punishment. I curl my heel under myself so it presses against my pussy, craving pleasure. When Viv dips her head and bites at my sore nipples, she’s better than he was, she can suck just right to aid the pain.

“You really will take some shit for him, won’t you?” she says as she finishes, and I nod, tits on fire.

“Yes, I will. I’ll take everything I need to.”

“Vile slut.” I start in shock as Viv spits in my face, still gripping my hair to keep my head in position. “Adulterous little mantrap,” she says, and spits at me again, really hocking one up this time and rubbing it all over my face with her palm. My lipstick must be such a state, if I even have any left on me.

Viv twists me around by my hair so Mark can see my face.

“Not so pretty now I’ve spat all over her, is she?”

But she’s talking bullshit. I can see how horny Mark is over it. His dick is so hard it’s veiny. Dark, and ready to unload. She spits on me again as he watches, and this time I make sure I’ve got my mouth open to take some inside.

I moan, saying I’ll take more, and she gives it. Another two rounds of spit, straight at me.

“You’re going to ride my husband’s cock now, bitch,” she says. “You’re going to show me how much you want him.” She snaps her fingers to her husband. “Over here now, you cheating piece of shit.”

He gets into position, shrugging nonchalantly, like he doesn’t give a fuck whether I’m riding him or not. He lies beside me and holds his cock in his hand, offering it to me with a smirk. No respect whatsoever.

But I like that…

“RIDE HIM!” Viv shouts and shoves me towards him.

I take my position slowly, hitching myself reverse cowgirl onto her husband’s cock as she watches. I work so softly, taking my time over every rise and moan, making sure he doesn’t blow his load for as long as possible. I want to give them the most out of every moment.

I arch my back and murmur like Mark’s is the horniest dick I’ve had in my life, telling his wife how lucky she is for having him. I whimper at Mark thathe’s worth it, worth everything, just don’t stop… please don’t stop…and a sick part of me believes it. My own eyes must be glazed and horny as I look over at his filthy, enraged wife.

I play with my own battered tits as she watches me.

“Dirty whore,” she says, and I smile.

“Yeah, I am. It’s your husband’s fault, though.”

I slide my fingers down to my clit as I ride him, still rolling my hips nice and slow. I work myself up as I take his cock, taking my time with little circles… and yes. It works. I come for real for a second time, crying out as my pussy clenches.Yes, yes, yes,Mark is cursing under me as I hitch and bounce, his dick being milked by my orgasm, and he loses it, grunting and bucking up against me like a man stripped of every ounce of cool he owns.

“See how much he wants me?” I ask Viv, when he’s fully in the throes of his bucking. “Your husband is desperate for me. He’ll be even more desperate for my ass, I promise.”

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