Sisterhood of Sin -- 19 -- Clothed Females, Naked Husband - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 19 -- Clothed Females, Naked Husband

... the others are glued to the scene. "Surely after what we've accomplished together, you'll share a drink with me. Just a sip. We'll save some for anyone else who wants to share in the sacrament." Dan is as stunned as I am. He can't avoid sipping it now. She both challenged him and called it a sacrament. To a Catholic, that's like saying his cum is as important as blessed wine. He takes the cup and sips from it. His tongue comes out and swipes his lip. He sets the glass on the exam table. "Sisters, you've just witnessed our final lesson for the evening. I didn't know if I could do it. I almost couldn't. I don't know why that is, because I haven't had an aversion to cum in my mouth since before the first time I swallowed. I witnessed a very special woman do this same thing to convince a man that he could trust us to rescue him from a power drunk sister. That woman was Cate Blanc. She taught me that sacrifice can earn sacrifice. Feel free to drink a toast to our volunteer, or to the sister who shared him with us." Mindy takes the cup, almost dropping it because her hand is still slippery from the lubricant. She raises it in a toast to Dan and sips, and I am glad somebody else besides Barbie has. It is clear that Mindy fights down a gag, but the other women shy away, even the burqa babes. I drive home and strip off my nail polish, shower to remove the perfume, and apply new polish and my perfume. My nails are barely finished drying when Dan comes in. I had asked Barbie to delay ...

... him for an hour after the class, and that is barely enough. "How was your session?" "Humiliating." "And...?" "And I want your ass tonight." I had thought that might be the case. Crying in front of women and hearing that I had sipped another man's cum from a cup had to be hard for him. Knowing that Barbie had witnessed his cuckolding had to have done something to him. It's a good thing I'd thought to prepare myself for anal sex. I make a show of looking at the numbered tag on his chastity cage. "It looks like you've earned it. My ass is yours." The penetration is smooth and careful with plenty of lubricant, but then he is rough on me, rougher than he's ever been. He fucks my ass doggy style and neither of us does anything to make it good for me. But it is good emotionally for me, like Penance after Confession. He comes triumphantly, as if he had something to prove to himself. I wash his cock afterward. Two masturbations and one ass fuck in the span of a few hours has left it looking raw. It needs at least a day of healing. "You really sipped another man's cum from a martini glass?" I freeze. I can't believe he's breaking this rule. He knows I don't want to rub my history in his face. "You're not supposed to hear stuff like that about me." "But you really did it?" "I don't want to hurt you." "It's okay. It was a sacrifice." "Yes. Not that it matters, but it was a dessert cup. I've only done it one time. I had to connect with him emotionally or his wife would have... She made us ...