Jeremy liked to be used. He liked the idea of having his orgasms withheld for days or even weeks while his wife barked out sexual orders to him. He was at her service and lived truly by the cliche happy wife, happy life motto. No matter where they were, no matter what they were doing, if she turned to him and said, “Make me cum,” he jumped to work. It was always one sided. And he loved it. Fingering her in the movie theatre or going down on her in the kitchen when the kids took the dog around the block.
He loved hoisting her up on the kitchen island, spreading her legs and sucking her clit until she came. And then, minutes later, the kids would rush in as if nothing had happened, his face wet from her pussy juices. He’d dip into the bathroom to wash his face and then they’d smirk at each other all evening.
Of course, she would take care of him, too. In fact, she wanted to fuck him more frequently than they did — but that was part of his kink. Being withheld. He would all but cum his pants from excitement when he would ask her and she would decline him and wag her finger ‘no’ while doing something provocative like deep throat a popsicle.
And then, all bets were off. She would FUCK. HIS. BRAINS. OUT. And he would, too. He was intense, passionate and even sometimes, aggressive and rough. But she loved it. He would slap her ass so hard, it bruised. Weeks worth of pent up sexual drive would be unleashed.
A lot of married couples had negative opinions about porn and how it set unrealistic expectations in the bedroom. But Jeremy and Dalia disagreed. Porn inspired them. It was often on in the background when they fucked anyway. Sometimes they would mirror what the pornstars were doing.
“Father’s Day is next week,” Dalia said one evening. “The kids want to know what to get you and … so do I.”
She pulled her tank top down, flashing him her perfect C cup tits.
“You know what I want?” He asked. “This …”
He grabbed his laptop and went to pornhub. Unlike a “normal” jealous wife, who would wrinkle her brow with disgust and resentment that her man had been watching porn, Dalia inched closer and rubbed his thigh, curious to see what it was that turned him on.
“Check this out,” he said.
He typed in ADRIANA CHECHIK FACE FUCK GAGGING and hit play.
Dalia leaned back against the headboard of the bed and slowly slid her fingers under her pajama pants. Jeremy followed suit, pulling his cock from his pants as the laptop sat on a pillow in between them. The video was only three minutes long, but it was brutal and honestly, for Dalia, a little disgusting. She stopped masturbating halfway through and looked at Jeremy.
“Really?” she asked.
“What? Is this a hard no?” He said, pausing the video.
“I mean she’s basically throwing up on her own face.”
“No, she’s gagging. That’s, like … probably water. She probably just drank a bottle of water first.”
“I’ll … have to think about it,” Dalia said.
It was the first time Jeremy had proposed something that he felt bad about afterwards. The rest of the day seemed tarnished. They went to the grocery store, ran some errands. But basically said nothing to each other the whole day. He knew she was judging him. She liked watching porn with him, but perhaps this was the thing that crossed the line from spicing up their sex life to taking it a wee bit too far into the land of extreme porn.
Slowly, things returned to normal, but the Father’s Day gift in question was never brought up again. Jeremy knew the right thing to do was apologize. But … there was also a part of him that secretly hoped she would change her mind.
Sunday morning came and Dalia and the kids came rushing into the bedroom screaming HAPPY FATHER’S DAAAAY!! Gifts were exchanged, hugs and kisses were exchanged. And then Dalia told the kids down to the basement and play some video games. Breakfast would be in an hour.
“This … is for you,” Dalia said, reaching under the bed. She pulled out a black gift box and put it on the bed. As Jeremy reached for the box, Dalia slowly walked to the bedroom door. And locked it.
Jeremy opened the box and looked inside. He looked up at her, confused. It was a Pyrex mixing bowl.
“What’s –?” He asked as he pulled the bowl out. He was genuinely confused. Jeremy liked to bake, but they already had mixing bowls, so …
“I’ll show you,” Dalia said.
She took the bowl from Jeremy and walked over to the small sofa they had on the corner of their bedroom. Jeremy perked up as she put the bowl on the floor in front of the sofa. She turned around and dropped her bathrobe onto the floor. She was completely naked. Her bush had been neatly manicured. Her nipples were rock hard.
He sat up in bed and smirked as Dalia did a somersault into the sofa. Her legs dangled over the back. Her head hung off the cushion, directly over the bowl. Jeremy rubbed his eyes. He was still dreaming. He had to be still dreaming. He stood up. His cock was bursting through his boxer briefs. He pulled them off as he walked towards her. Her mouth began to water.
Jeremy had watched enough of this videos to know exactly where and how to stand. Her mouth was open. She looked up at him as he smirked.
“Ready?” He asked.
“Ready and hydrated, sir,” she whispered.
He slowly put his cock into her mouth and slid himself in, deeper and deeper. He kept an eye on her stomach and waiting for her to lurch before pulling out. His cock was already wet and coated in saliva.
“Keep going,” she said. “I’ve been practicing. Go hard.”
“What? How?” He asked.
She pointed to her sex chest.
“The big one,” she said in reference to her 9″ black dildo.
His cock throbbed.
“Go hard. I’m ready,” she said.
With that, Jeremy shrugged and shoved his cock down her throat. Her eyes popped as she squirmed. Throat fucking yourself with a dildo was one thing, but when it was attached to a human who had leverage and power, it was a totally new ball game. Dalia immediately gagged as a wave of saliva soaked her face and filled the bowl. Jeremy looked down and saw Dalia’s face. Coated. Saliva dripping into her hair. He groaned. It felt incredible and he never wanted this to end.
He pushed and pumped and fucked her face as hard as he could.
“AAAUGGGH,” Dalia shouted as saliva splashed onto Jeremy’s legs. Due to the extreme nature of this, it’s okay to tell you that the sound mimicked that of a plunger in a toilet. Water sloshing everywhere. Heavy suction. The only addition was the sound of a woman struggling on a hard cock.
When he looked down again, she looked up to him. He wasn’t sure if the look she gave him was that of terror or arousal, but she wasn’t stopping him and so he kept going. He was worried that she might hate him for this. That this act of intense face fucking would be the thing they could never move on from … but in the moment, he didn’t care.
He didn’t care that her hair was matted down with saliva. Or that her eyes were bloodshot from the saliva getting in them. He didn’t care that her nose was flooded and every few seconds, she would exhale, heavily, through her nose to clear it out. All he cared about was that his hard penis was all the way down his wife’s throat, and the saliva bowl was filling up. Quickly.
When he finally pulled out, simply to reposition himself, she breathed in, heavily. He looked down at her and smiled.
“How you doing?” He asked.
“Don’t stop till you cum,” she grunted.
“Are you liking this?”
“I am LOVING this,” she shouted as she scooped the saliva from her face and smeared it across her tits, like a warrior after killing an enemy.
Jeremy’s eyes lit up. This was the best Father’s Day of his entire life. He kept fucking her face until, at last, he was ready to cum.
Dalia flipped backwards off of the couch and stood for a second. He looked in the view. Her hair was wet and thick with saliva. Her face was a sloppy fucking mess. A mix of saliva and mascara. She was huffing and puffing. Drool ran down her tits and legs. She was a mess.
“You’re so fucking hot right now,” he said.
She smiled at him.
“On your knees,” he said.
She lowered herself to her knees and dragged the literally almost full spit bowl in between her thighs. There was no use in closing her eyes anymore — they were already bloodshot and ruined from the saliva. She did open her mouth, though, and waited.
Jeremy stroked his soaking wet cock and then inched forward and released himself onto her face. His load was thick and heavy and splattered into her forehead and left eye. As she blink, the cum ran down her face. But he wasn’t done. He kept cumming. Three more ropes soaked her — one landing on her tongue.
When he was all done, he stepped back and took it all in.
“Wow,” he said.
“I’m a fucking mess,” she giggled.
“You sure are,” he said.
She picked up the bowl of saliva and they walked towards the bathroom together. He opened the glass shower door for her and she walked in first, placing the bowl on the tiled bench. He watched as she picked the bowl up and proceeded to pour the contents out, over her own head. The saliva was thick and coated her entire torso. She exhaled with delight as it ran down her body, thick and warm and wet, rinsing his sperm from her face, she licked her lips as she put the bowl down.
“Masturbate,” he instructed.
“Get me my toy,” she said as she spread her legs. Saliva coated her bush and pussy. She was already sufficiently lubed up. Jeremy returned with her black 9″ dildo and handed it to her. She plunged it into her cunt and fucked herself while rubbing her clit. Jeremy stood in the doorway and watched. Her pussy was sopping wet. She began to squirt. Dalia had been so aroused that she came almost instantly, a small puddle of squirt dripped onto the floor until she was done. She came, exhaled, put the dildo on the bench and blew him a kiss.
“Happy Father’s Day,” she said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c1b1t9/fathers_day_throat_fuck_brutal_facefuck_sloppy
Oh damn, so hot, really hardcore kind of hot. Great writing!