The Cable Repair - Sex Stories

The Cable Repair

... balls swelled, she slowed and sucked his cock deeper into her throat. “Tony” groaned as he shot his cum into her mouth, she kept working his cock, up and down. “Tony” was spent, she removed his cock from her mouth, still stroking the shaft from base to tip, “I still have one more hole for you sir!” and went back to sucking. My wife was always a whore for me but this was great, she was now broken and was not just a whore for me but she was a true whore! I knew she would do almost anything I asked her to do but now I knew she would do anything I said. She worked “Tony’s” cock until it was hard again, turned reverse cowgirl, grasped his cock, aligned it with her battered asshole and plunged her hips f***efully onto his cock. The expression and pain on her face were vastly different then the words from her mouth, “Yes DADDY, Fuck that Whore ass!” she screamed! The tears again streamed down her cheeks as she rode “Tony’s” hard cock, pounding his cock deep into her ass, the pain she was enduring was incredible. She fucked his cock wincing in pain every time she had him buried. Calling him daddy, begging for him to cum in her ass. For an hour she fucked his cock in her ass, until he did fill her with his cum. She laid beside him and cuddled into him and dozed off. “Tony” got off the bed slowly, careful not to wake her, grabbed his clothes and took the camera from my hands. We exited the bedroom, walked down the stairs together, he removed the memory card from the camera, placed it ...

... in my hand with his business card. “These are usually for blackmail and insurance” he said “but you did miss the first three hours of fun” he grinned. “Sorry we didn’t get your internet fixed, your router is fucked” he said “its ok” I replied “I’ll tell her to call and get it fixed when I get home” I smiled, “I do have your card now” “Tony” laughed then left, I cleaned the bl**d from the wall, and the hardwood. Put “Tony’s” card into my pocket, Funny, I called him “Tony” because he reminded me of Al Pachino in Scarface, on his business card in bold text, “Internet Service Technician – Anthony” I grabbed my bag from the bedroom, my wife sl**ping soundly on the bed, slowly walked out of the bedroom, called a cab and went to a hotel down the street. Eight hours she endured that fuck, eight hours from the time I got home, three hours before. It was now 10pm. I called my wife from my cell, she didn’t answer. I left her a voice mail and told her I was horny and missed her and would be home a day early and I would see her in the morning. I told her I loved her and hoped she was ready for a good fucking. I jerked my cock while watching the video and I received a text from her around 3am. “I love you Daddy, your little whore can’t wait to see you!” I awoke early, jumped in the shower and headed for home, I called her from the cab and told her I was on my way. I arrived home, she met me at the door, naked most of the bruises on her tits were gone, unless you knew what the remaining ones ...