Throat fuck

“I love when you wear my clothes,” Dean sighed, hanging his keys up as he walked in the door.

“I think you’ll love what else I have on even more,” his wife, Anna, purred. She helped him take his coat off before leading him to the couch to sit him down. She pushed his feet apart, standing between his legs to unbutton his shirt, feeling his thighs move against her as he kicked his boots off, then shouldered off his shirt with some assistance. “I missed you,” Anna groaned into his neck, kissing softly down to his collarbone.

“Enough of that,” Dean says. He grabs Anna by one shoulder, pushing her down until she takes to her knees between his feet. “You know where I want your mouth.” She quickly opens his belt and his pants, hungrily grabbing for his cock. He puts his hand over hers before she is able to guide him into her mouth. “Not so fast baby girl,” he says, “open.”

It’s a simple command, but she doesn’t hesitate, and leans back on her heels a bit with her mouth wide open, tongue out. She feels his hand take her chin carefully before feeling his other hand on her cheek with a sting. “You don’t get to suck my dick yet. Show me you want it. Start with my balls, baby.” He pulls her face under his dick, one ball resting in her open mouth. She closes down and sucks gently on it before releasing, and repeating the same on the other side. She looks up and locks eyes with Dean. He takes a fistful of her hair, using it to pull her head back to get a better look at her face. “Did I tell you to stop?” He spits down and it hits her face on the left side, just missing her eye. He smacks his cock against this target. “Open your mouth, little slut.”

He spits in Anna’s mouth again before forcing both of his balls into her small mouth. As she carefully suckles, he smears his spit over her face, rubbing his dick over both sides. Suddenly, he pulls her face back and she releases him from her mouth. He pulls up on his shirt, several sizes too big and more of a dress on Anna. She’s wearing red lace cheeky panties underneath, and a bra that barely covers her large, heaving chest with crossing strips of black and red fabric. “Do you like it?” she asks, breathless.

“I do,” Dean says, nodding, looking her up and down. “What do you want, baby?”

“Do I get to suck your dick now?” she asks, bouncing her ass against her heels from her position on her knees.

“If you ask nicely,” he smiles.

“Pleeeaase,” Anna draws out, “please let me suck your dick.” She looks up at Dean from under her lashes, making her eyes big, and her lip stick out.

“Oh,” he says, nonchalant. “You want to suck on my dick?”

“Yes, please, please can I suck your dick?” She reaches for his cock, but he grabs both her wrists before she can claim her prize. “Please, Dean, please give me your dick. I need it. Please put it down my throat.”

“This throat?” He asks, releasing one of her wrists to grab her by her neck. She nods slowly. He lets her other arm drop, tracing down her throat. “You want my dick right here?” He asks, sticking a finger out and poking the soft spot of her throat. She nods. He quickly pushes her head into his lap, one hand holding her neck, the other on his cock, and slaps it against her forehead a few times.

“Yes, please, please,” Anna cried out.

“Then open.”

She keeps her head right where he had it on his lap, and opens her mouth as wide as she can, staring up at him. Dean takes her hair and wraps it around his hand, guiding her head to turn around towards his dick. He taps it against her tongue too quickly for her to enjoy the taste before rubbing his dick along both sides of her face, then back and fourth over her bottom lip, before slowly easing it into her mouth. She tried to take more, but realized her head was still pinned against Dean’s lap by her hair. His cock rubbed against the insides of her cheeks, making a sloppy noise when it popped out the sides of her mouth. “Please,” she begged, “please give me more.”

He let go of her hair at her whimpered request. “Get it, my little slut.” With her freedom regained, she shifted again up onto both of her knees, placing a hand on both his thighs for support and hungrily took his cock back into her mouth. She pushed forward until her nose touched his pelvis, and then felt his hands in her hair again, pulling her back off his cock and then slamming her back down and holding her there. She hummed happily, swirling her tongue around as best she could with his dick filling her up. She moved her head side to side, slightly, not willing to move back and allow any of his dick to leave her throat. Her fullness was short lived, though, and Dean soon began pulling back and thrusting into her mouth. She held on as long as she could, but soon found herself pulling back to catch a breath.

“Stand up,” Dean commanded. Anna had really not been finished, so she looked up at him from the floor, pouting, and quietly rubbed her cheek against his cock. Dean took a breath, but then grabbed her by both hands and forced her up to her feet. She crossed her arms in defiance, pouting more, not meeting Dean’s eyes. He held one of her hands, and placed his other on the small of her back, gently pushing her down until she was bending over with her face in his lap. He grabbed his cock and bounced it off her lips and chin, but didn’t let her suck it back in yet. “Tongue out,” he demanded, grabbing both sides of her face, spitting into her mouth as many times as he could before he ran dry. “Perfect,” he smiled, then pulled her mouth back down on his cock, and pulled one of her hands around to rub his balls as she got her face fucked. Her ass was straight in the air. He pushed her face down as he pushed up with his hips, cramming himself down her throat, then held in that position as he stuck her with his hand on her pale ass. Her cheeks immediately began to redden, her body squirming over him, her moans gags around his cock. He kept her right in place with one hand while the other alternated between rubbing and slapping both of her asscheeks into a blotchy, pink masterpiece. Once he was satisfied with his art, he took Anna by both sides of her face again and pulled her back up and down, up and down on his dick. Her drool and his spit were running down Dean’s legs and Anna’s face, chin, and chest were glistening. He pulled her back off his dick, and helped her stand back up in front of her before motioning for her to spin around. She obliged, bending over slightly and popping out her ass to receive a few more spanks on each side, before turning back around and taking her place before Dean on her knees again. Before he could do anything, she crouched down and took his balls in her mouth again, jerking his cock with both hands. He sunk back into the couch, allowing her to service him, stopping only to pull her up onto his cock again. He felt himself tightening, edging closer as she bobbed up and down, taking him into her throat and swallowing down on him. He stopped her, just for a moment, and regained his control. She knew he was close, and while he continued to shove in and out of her throat, she grabbed his balls again and gently fondled them while keeping her mouth and throat open for him, until he pulled her off him and pushed her backwards. She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms behind her, pushing her breasts out on display. Dean jerked his cock for just a few more stokes before he released on her face, breasts, stomach, and then collapsed forward with his arms on his knees.

Anna took a moment to catch her breath, still between Dean’s legs on the floor. After a moment, she rocked back up onto her knees, reaching up towards the side table for a tissue. She gasped in surprise when Dean grabbed her hand. “Leave it,” he growled. “You look so pretty covered in my cum.” He pulled her up and laid her down on the couch.

“Your turn.”

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