My Cum Eating Husband - Sex Stories

My Cum Eating Husband

... with my index finger and tasted it, looking at my camera lens. I know how to perform.

"That tastes good. Doesn't it? I'm sure you've tasted plenty today," I said.

"Quite a bit, yes," he replied.

I reclaimed my phone and grasped his balls, again testing their weight, then grabbing just above the sac. "It looks like you've been saving quite a lot," I said. "Tell me why."

He faltered. I gave him a look of disappointment. I reached for the tip again, smearing my thumb and forefinger in his juice. I made a show of it, slowly licking them. "That's tasty, but you weren't thinking about sex with me at all, were you?"

"No."

I smiled. "Were you saving your cum for me?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"That's sweet. But all of your cum is for you, isn't it?" I asked.

"Well, no, it's for you..."

"You don't orgasm when you jerk off anymore do you?"

"Uh, no."

"Right. It's not so that there will be more cum for me. It's more for me to make you eat. And we agree that you want to eat every last drop, isn't that right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Look at the phone. Because you're my..." I knew he could finish it.

"... cum eating husband," he said.

Hmm. "Don't look so grim about it. Be happy about it. Try again."

He repeated it, but he didn't have the lilt of enjoyment that I was hoping for. "Again. I'm recording. Come on. Third time is the charm. Look at the phone. Sell me on this whole thing why I should give up a normal sex life for this. What and ...

... why."

He grimaced, took a breath, and then he did it well. "I like for you to make me eat every last drop of cum becauseI'm you're cum eating husband!"

"That was great! You like it when I make you... Help yourself to a pre-cum treat." I watched him wet his fingers in his precum and lick them clean. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" I teased.

"Actually, it was, with you recording."

"Huh," I said. "Your stiff cock says otherwise." I put my feet back on the table. "Get down on your knees close to my feet." When he had gotten into place, I turned serious. "Now, wash my feet."

He initially looked confused but did it, very obviously something I'd never asked before. When he was done, I said, "Lick my toes."

Steven didn't budge. He didn't look confused either. He was just disagreeable. He obviously had expected something different.

"You're going to do what I say. If I told you to cum on my toes and then lick them, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," he admitted, somewhat miserably I thought, desperate for a relief.

"Then lick my toes."

He leaned forward and tentatively began. I didn't know that he would, but I hoped? And a little part of me was excited about it.

"That tickles!" I said. "Try sucking on them, too," I added. It got to feel pretty good. He began massaging my feet as he licked as well.

"I think I could get to like this. That feels really good." Watching him kneel, holding my foot while sucking on my toes turned me on. This was going to be agreat ...