Gregor and Caroline dried each other off, once they got out of the shower. He knew his technicians were putting together the next installment of Susie Cream Pie, and he would wander back, and supervise the process, now that he was dressed.
“Well Caroline, I have to head back and supervise the putting together of your next starring role. So, day after tomorrow, same time, and we’ll do your third feature.”
Caroline nodded eagerly. She turned to the mirror to comb her hair.
“Slut, cream pie slut, fuck doll, little horny cream pie whore”
She said those words out loud to her reflection. Unlike her reaction two days ago, she felt the lust sizzle her nerves. Her face was glowing, her eyes were sparkling, she looked so alive, so full of joy, so hungry for sex, sex, lots of sex. She felt that she’d thrown off the shackles of what “good women” were supposed to be, middle-class snobbery, and fuck that noise. She realized if she still followed that, she’d be stuck in a rut, a virtually sexless marriage with a husband who would have seen no need to change. Now she had seen what was behind the mask of domestic bullshit, she was a cock hungry bitch, she needed to have her body used like it should be used. Her mouth, her cunt, and her ass were going to be put to the uses they should be used for, to throw a really good fuck into her, every hole was going to get loads of cum spilling into her, as many times as the cocks that were fucking her could get it up. Read more »