For Display Only Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

For Display Only Pt. 05

... might pass out.

With hardly a second to recuperate he put the dildo down and went on one final tear, penetrating my ravaged cunt, forcing more of his first deposit onto the floor.

Eventually he peaked, pulled out and ejaculated on my face, instructing me not to touch the fresh cum. He took off the restraints and pulled me upstairs with the leash, right past Ed, and up to another room, obviously the studio where he painted.

He asked me to sit on a cot and pose like I felt and tell him about it. "I feel thoroughly used, satisfied, tired but a part of me wants more."

"Spread your thighs and cup one breast.

Drawing in the outline he said, "Perfect," and stopped talking, concentrating solely on the art, intermittently stroking his cock.

Ed sat behind him, fascinated by the product on the paper. He mouthed the words, 'It's beautiful.'

After a while Max stood up, took a picture of me with his phone and said, "I have the basics and I'll finish tomorrow. Give me your cell number and I'll text you a look when I'm done."

Ed and I had decided not to give out my number but in this case he nodded.

Driving home my mind was absorbed by the day and most of all Max's intense consumption of me. Now all I still wanted was more cock. I felt what being brainwashed must be like. I didn't even know where we were in relation to home.

"Mara?"

"What?"

"You're masturbating."

"What? Oh...pull over."

"Why? We're five minutes from the house."

"Pull over by ...

... that building and fuck me..."

***

I slept till three in the afternoon of the next day. Ed, being the sweetheart he is, had a meal prepared for whenever his sex addicted wife became conscious. After telling me to stay in bed he swept into the bedroom with a tray like I was an overindulged royal.

"Here's your grub, your highness."

He fluffed up the pillows and even put a dandelion he plucked from the backyard in to a small vase next to the food.

I started to cry.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked all concerned he'd messed up the eggs.

"Nothing. Nothing at all. You're so wonderful to me and it feels so weird after watching all those men have sex with me. It just feels like I'm cheating on you. I know we've had this conversation but..."

"I know you might be feeling that from time to time but your brain knows better. I've pushed you in this direction for years and I think you're feeling guilty because now you're there and you like it."

Ed wiped away my tears, "Always stay with the thought that we're doing this together. I know it's easy to forget that when you're blowing some guy but I'll always love you."

I started laughing, "You're quite the romantic there, Shakespeare. Ed, to be perfectly clear when I'm blowing some guy I'm thinking of blowing some guy. But, seriously, thanks as usual for taking care of me."

"You're welcome, my love. You deserve it. And by the way, my golf buddy, Charlie, has been relentlessly texting me wanting to set up a time with ...