"I want your hot cum filling my pussy!"
It was as if my words had flicked on a switch. In that one instant his cock seemed to grow the extra tell tale inch I'd previously experienced when I was taking it in my mouth. My heart jumped to my throat with the excitement of anticipating his gooey explosion.
Just as had happened so far, there was no finesse, he was simply out for his own pleasure, fucking me hard, his finger still driving in and out of my anus.
I remember the feeling of disgust at the sound of his animal like grunts as the impetus of his thrusts increased, yet incredibly, these sounds served only to heighten my arousal because I knew it was all of my doing. It was that he was fucking me getting him so worked up. I was sure too I could make out the muffled hissing of his cock as he spurted deep inside my pussy. He held me tight, his body locked rigid from the effects of his orgasm, pressing down on mine as his cock pumped its hot, sticky seed deep inside me. Within seconds I was leaking from the sides of my cunt where I could feel his juices spilling down between my legs yet still he was ejaculating.
Realising my cunt had all it could handle I managed to pull his prick from between my legs and though I'd never done anything like this before, I had him kneel astride me and spurt the remainder of his load all over my heaving tits. Quite how I had degenerated so far in such a short space of time I'd no idea yet, having him spray my tits with his thick creamy spunk felt so so good.. When he'd finished I reached up to smear it all over my tits, enjoying the thrill of massaging it into my nipples. Perverse yes, but so exceptionally good.
I watched as he knelt there, squeezing his hand along the length of his dick, milking the last drop of cum until it dripped from his knob, down onto my left tit. Then he stood looking down at me, the look on his face not one of satisfaction or even pleasure but one of contempt where he simply announced how that would do for now as he had to get to work. He stood, turned and left the kitchen. I heard him make his way upstairs where it hit me just what I'd allowed to happen.. The tears started to roll from my eyes as thoughts of my daughter and hubby and what I'd just done filled my mind.
I heard him moving about upstairs, heard the shower running and was still lying there some time later when he came back down the stairs. I expected him to come in to see how I was, instead I heard the sound of the front door open and close. The bastard hadn't even the decency to check I was ok.
Right then, I knew I too should have been thinking about work but in truth, it was the last thing on my mind. I looked down at myself, a spent disheveled mess and cried some more, as much for me as my family.
It was another ten minutes before I summoned enough energy to get to my feet and head for the shower, already having made the decision, work that day was out of the question.
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