Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Seven

... and provide the cuckold with a view of my cum splattered sphincter.

I licked along Steve's spent cock, collecting what juice coated it as the cuckold snapped photos of my used asshole.

"It's oozing out of her ass," he remarked.

"I want you to taste it," I replied.

"No way," the cuckold answered.

"Do what your hot wife asks," Steven said.

"YES! Do it," I again said in a firmer voice.

I felt Paul's lips touch my butt cheek, and then his tongue slid across the soft, warm flesh.

"Lick his cum off me," I demanded.

His tongue moved closer to my oozing asshole, and finally, he gave in and ran the tip around my gaping sphincter.

"Lap it up," Steve said.

I felt his tongue move lower as he licked the juice from my swollen labia and up to the rim of my sphincter.

"That wasn't so bad, was it," I asked.

"It's fucking demeaning," the cuck replied.

Paul moved across the room and sat in his chair, his lips glistening with the sticky cum he'd licked off my ass.

I let Steve's cock slip from my lips, looked toward Paul, and said, "Now that you know how good cum tastes, maybe when I invite a big black bull to fuck me, you can suck his cock too."

Steve dressed and left quickly, leaving Paul and me alone in the family room.

"Was it what you expected?" I asked.

"Pretty much," he answered.

"And how about licking his cum off my ass," I asked.

Paul paused for a long moment, then somewhat reluctantly admitted, "I was surprised how it tasted, ...

... but don't ever ask me to suck a man's cock."

I got up and walked across the room, stopping when I stood directly before him. "A proper cuckold would do whatever his hot wife asks."

"Well, I guess I'll never be a proper cuckold then," he answered.

Paul gazed up at me, his eyes savoring the image of his hot wife before him. "Does a hot wife satisfy her cuckold at the end of the night?" He asked.

"Perhaps," I replied, adding, "what do you have in mind?"

"Send me off to bed with a nice, slow, comfortable blow job. I know you love the taste of any man's cum," he suggested.

As I knelt before him, I smiled and answered, "I'd love to swallow your thick, creamy load."

His cock was flaccid, a tiny nub of flesh sticking from the curly patch of hair covering his loins.

I leaned forward and took him between my lips, my nose pressed against his pubic mound.

"Suck it," he said as he placed both hands on my head.

As I began sucking his cock it responded and began to grow, slipping onto my tongue and swelling inside my mouth.

His grip tightened on my head, fingers lacing into my dark hair.

"Get me rock hard," he demanded.

I had to rely on my tongue to entice him to complete hardness since his hands held my head tight to his loins, and my lips were useless. I slid my tongue along his cock as it continued to grow, and eventually, I could caress his exposed corona with my slippery tongue.

He pulled my head up so I could use my lips on his cock head, but ...