Making and breaking of a cuckold – 18 The bar B que

“Wait a second, ejaculate? You mean sperm. This guy licks another man’s cum from her pussy. You’ve got to be joking”.

We were all standing at the front door at this stage or, more accurately, I was kneeling while they talked and it was becoming very uncomfortable because the neighbors would have to notice sooner or later so I spoke,

“Excuse me Miss Christy, would you like to come inside?”

Crash. Her right hand slammed across my face. “Shut the fuck up loser. I’ll come in when I’m good and ready. Lie on your back”. She then placed her right foot, wearing a flip-flop, across my throat and pushed down firmly. My hands instinctively came up to protect my breathing.

“Hands by your side fuckwit”. I complied, of course, then concentrated on trying to breathe as Miss Christy continued to talk to Mister Jones.

“It’s an unusual lifestyle Mark but I see this sort of thing all the time working at the adult shop. Once you get used to it, you realize that creatures like peepee exist just to be exploited by the likes of you and me. As a matter of fact, I’ve started advertising as a Mistress on Craigslist and I’ve had a few enquiries. I’m gonna take a few slaves of my own”.