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Of course, their love didn’t last forever. Having never done bareback full service for a client, Janet was as shocked as Mike was when he first noticed the green pus dripping from his cock. And while it might have seemed hypocritical for a sex-worker to be angry at her suitcase pimp for fooling around on her behind her back when they were already in an open relationship, it was the principle of the thing. Not so much the physical act of cheating, so much as the deception on his part was what brought about the dissolution of their relationship. And that sexual transgression had apparently opened the door for the confession of other transgressions that made it difficult for Janet to continue her arrangement with Mike…
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In time she learned to love again. She had long since lost contact with Mike, and her initial anger against men had dissipated, thanks to a Sapphic playmate who delivered up a scapegoat worthy of her fury. In the end she loved penises too much, and had found one that was the perfect match. Smoking up and smoking pole were her two favorite activities, and she liked to combine the two whenever she could. Unfortunately, for the time being her pregnant condition didn’t her to indulge in the former activity before performing the latter for her new lover.
Belly big with child, and naked as a jaybird, Janet leaned over the mug of coffee that she had just topped up with whiskey and a teaspoon full of sugar. Already naturally well endowed, her breasts had swelled to an even larger size with milk, and her aureolae resembled tea saucers. Pulling on her tit, milk dribbled from her nipple and into the mug. When the coffee had turned from black into dark brown, Janet waddled over to her bearded, bespectacled significant other and handed him her submissive twist on a classic beverage. Beaming up at her, he took a sip and laughed with genuine appreciation.
“Well done, my little heifer!”
Blushing at the demeaning term of endearment, Janet returned his smile.
“Now turn around.”
Not saying a word, she did as she was told. Tying her wrists together, he slapped her fat can hard and before finishing the knot. The rope chafed against her wrists, and the friction felt good against her soft, pale flesh. The creaky sound of a drawer opening meant that he had additional plans for her. Waiting with agonizing anticipation, she inhaled deeply when she heard the farting sound of lubricant being squeezed onto her lover’s fingers.
This was the part that she loved the most. Anal was as much fun for her as oral, but most of her male lovers (prior to meeting her wonderful husband) failed to understand that a woman’s asshole was not a pussy. He slowly worked it into her sphincter, and Janet moaned at this most intimate of violations. As the thickest part of the plug eased past her anal sphincter, she grunted and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the base of the plug nestled comfortably against her stinkbud. It felt soooooooo good to have something pushed up her bum. Being buggered by her lover was best, but the plug was definitely a close second.
“Kneel.”
Janet knelt down in front of her husband. The university office was cold, and it made her nipples hard. It was dark outside, and the only light in the room was the dull glow of her lover’s desk lamp. Leaning forward, she wrapped her plump, full lips around her lover’s cock, enjoying the texture of the old, wrinkly, veiny skin. Her long, curly, red locks covered her face and brushed against his stomach as she suckled on dick. Being with a woman had unleashed her dominant side, but being with a man had brought back the submissive in her.
Grabbing Janet firmly by her jaw and the back of her head, her lover humped her face hard. She could feel the tip of his penis banging against her tonsils, and she started to salivate uncontrollably. Drool dripped down her chin, and she gagged as she struggled for air. Face fucking was her husbands preferred means of achieving an orgasm from oral sex, and although she had become accustomed to this forceful method, he was still able to make her vomit when she was made to deep-throat him. If she had been wearing mascara, Janet’s face would have resembled that of a sad panda. Instead, her eyes tears ran down her face and snot dribbled down her nose as her lover ravished her throat.
Pushing her head off his johnson, he stood up, and after graciously allowing her to puke on the floor, slid the head and the first couple inches of his shaft into her mouth. A love tap signaled to her that he wanted her to look up at him, despite the fact that his eyes were closed as he concentrated and strained. Finally, he opened his eyes as the brackish water flowed out of his cock and into her mouth. Without hesitating, she swallowed every last drop as he relieved himself in her mouth. When he was finished he condescendingly patted her on the head as she let out a loud belch.
“Good cunt.”
Blushing, Janet steeled herself for another assault on her oral orifice. Her lover didn’t disappoint her, as he grabbed her head firmly in his hands and resumed reaming her mouth. Giving herself over to her paramour made her hairy ginger twat drip with moisture. While she didn’t regret her time spent as a sex worker, Janet had always been more of an earth goddess type, and it was nice to let the hair grow on her vage again. It was nice to have a lover that didn’t mind if she didn’t shave her pubes or armpits. Wiggling her fat can with frustrated desire, and squeezing her sphincter muscle around the plug, she wondered if her husband would satisfy her needs orally, manually, or if he would ask her to put a show on for him.
Being an older gentleman, it didn’t take much effort from Janet to coax the seed out of his penis. Struggling for breath as his hands held her head down on his manhood, Janet gasped and gagged as did his business in her mouth. Holding it in her mouth, she savored the bitter taste of her man, and dutifully swallowed his semen. After she had enjoyed the tasty treat, she pushed the plug out of her ass and it fell to the floor with a wet plop.
As she jilled off to a satisfying conclusion, her gallant, elderly lover ran off to find some so towels and water to clean up the mess they had made in his office. For a brief moment, Janet wondered how her former lover was doing, then rolled over on her side, and dreamily awaited the return of the current love of her life.
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Razor blades. It felt like he was literally pissing out razor blades. Mike hoped the girls were asymptomatic. Now was not the time to be dealing with the fallout from the little mistake, fuck, the many mistakes he had made during their vacation. After the girls had helped him move the merchandise back to America, he could explain it all and make it better…
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