Wife begging to be anal degraded for cheating on her husband. Willing to be his anal slave. Also willing for ass to mouth as payment for her cheating.

Chapter 1: Introduction

John Smith stood motionless, watching his wife through the open door of their bedroom. With a cool, steady hand, he clutched her favorite bottle of wine - a deep, ruby red, just like the flush of blood to her cheeks when they'd met years ago at that charity gala.

He knew she'd been unfaithful. An anonymous email had arrived, just one week prior, with pictures attached: Lizzie, embracing another man, lips locked, bodies entwined. The evidence was irrefutable.

John found Lizzie flipping through a magazine on the oversized couch in the living room, her face expressionless and a far-off look in her eyes. He closed the door softly behind him and locked it, watching as her body stiffened and she raised a wary gaze to meet his. She was still wearing the gray sweats she’d thrown on after her morning run, even though it was now mid-afternoon.

Taking a deep breath, he launched himself into the uncharted waters before them. "Is that why you've been so distant lately, Lizzie?

He knew she'd been unfaithful. An anonymous email had arrived, just one week prior, with pictures attached: Lizzie, embracing another man, lips locked, bodies entwined. The evidence was irrefutable.

Lizzie, taken aback by John's words, dropped her magazine to the floor and shifted uneasily under his gaze. "How did you find out, John?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Never mind that," he replied, moving closer, their eyes locked in a silent standoff, both unwilling to surrender first. "We're not going to discuss how I found out, Lizzie. That's not what matters now."

John's voice had grown husky, the richness of his anger simmering just below the surface.

"What matters now is that you've broken our trust, Lizzie. You promised me forever, and yet, here we are. I can't even look at you without seeing the two of you together, without smelling his cheap cologne all over you."

Lizzie stared at him, her features contorting with guilt and shame. Slowly, she nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen." Tears filled her eyes, her chest heaving with the weight of her remorse.

I've spent weeks trying to decide the best course of action, and I've come to a decision."

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Lizzie's eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening as a strange excitement began to build in her core.

"What are you going to do with those?" she whispered, her voice wavering.

"I'm going to punish you, Lizzie. I've decided that the only way to restore balance to our relationship is if you submit to me completely.

I've spent weeks trying to decide the best course of action, and I've come to a decision."

John reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Lizzie's eyes widened, her heartbeat quickening as a strange excitement began to build in her core.

"What are you going to do with those?" she whispered, her voice wavering.

"I'm going to punish you, Lizzie. I've decided that the only way to restore balance to our relationship is if you submit to me completely.

Trust, once lost, is never easily regained." John's voice was low and measured, betraying no sign of the turmoil that churned within him.

Lizzie swallowed hard, blinking back her tears. "What do you want me to do, John? Tell me, and I'll do it. I'll do anything to make this right again."

John tilted his head, studying her for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"First, I want you to strip," he said finally. "Take everything off - slowly."

Lizzie hesitated, a flicker of fear mixing with the desire burning in her eyes. Slowly, she rose to her feet, eyes locked with John's as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her perky breasts and rosy nipples.

John's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her naked body.

Lizzie's athletic figure was on full display, her toned stomach and pert breasts beckoning to him. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin in the chill of the air-conditioned room, and the way her nipples hardened into little buds. He felt his own body responding, his cock stiffening in his pants as he watched her.

"You're beautiful, Lizzie," John murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So goddamn beautiful."

Lizzie held his gaze, feeling vulnerable and exposed under his scrutiny.

Yet, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her veins as she slowly began to slide her sweatpants down her legs, revealing her matching lacy thong.

She stepped out of her pants and let them drop to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She felt a surge of power as she watched his eyes darken with desire, and she knew that she had him right where she wanted him.

John took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He reached out and wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her close and crushing his lips against hers.

She moaned softly, her body melting into his as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue to explore her depths.

Pushing her down onto the couch, John knelt between her legs and began to tease her with his fingers. He traced a slow path up her inner thigh, feeling her shiver with anticipation at his touch.

As he neared her center, he could feel the heat radiating from her core, and he knew she was ready for him.

But he wanted to draw this moment out, to savor every inch of her body and to remind her of the power he held over her.

So, he continued to tease her, allowing his fingers to dance along her delicate folds but never quite touching her where she craved it most. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking out the release that she knew only he could give her.

John grinned, relishing the control he had over her.

He loved the way she writhed beneath him, her body begging for his touch, her breath hitching as he teased her further. He wanted to remind her just how much she needed him, how much she belonged to him.

But just as she was about to beg for release, he pulled away, denying her the satisfaction she sought.

"Please, John," Lizzie whimpered, her voice husky with desire. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

But just as she was about to beg for release, he pulled away, denying her the satisfaction she sought.

"Please, John," Lizzie whimpered, her voice husky with desire. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

"I'm going to make you beg for it, Lizzie," he murmured. "I'm going to make you plead for my cock, and only when you've proven your submission will I give you what you so desperately crave."

Lizzie whimpered, her body trembling with need as John's words sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he was serious, and she was ready to do whatever it took to earn his forgiveness.

She whimpered again, "Yes, John, I'll do anything. Just please, give me what I need."

But John wasn't done yet. He wanted to make sure she understood the gravity of her actions and the consequences that followed. He stood up, towering over her, his eyes filled with a fierce intensity.

"Get on your knees, Lizzie," he commanded. She hesitated for a moment, then did as she was told. He stood in front of her, his cock bulging in his pants, and she couldn't help but stare at it longingly.

She wanted it so badly, needed it to fill her up and make her feel whole again.

"Please, John," she begged, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything. Just let me taste you."

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Anything?"

She nodded eagerly, her eyes pleading.

"Okay then," he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, throbbing cock. "Suck it."

Lizzie didn't hesitate.

She wanted to feel him inside her so badly, to be filled up and claimed by him once again.

"I said, on your knees," John growled, his voice low and menacing. Lizzie quickly obeyed, sinking to her knees on the plush carpet. John reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and Lizzie couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

She wrapped her fingers around the base, feeling its warmth and girth, and leaned in to take the tip of it in her mouth.

John hissed as she began to suck, his hands reaching down to tangle themselves in her hair. He didn't push her head down, didn't force her to take him deeper. Instead, he let her set the pace, let her tease and torment him with her tongue and lips.

Lizzie moaned as she sucked, feeling her own desire building with every stroke of her mouth.

She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing him with every movement, and then took him deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat.

John groaned, his hands tightening in her hair as she took him deeper still. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, could feel the waves of pleasure building in his core. But he wasn't ready to cum yet, not ready for this moment to end.

He pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop, and looked down at her, his eyes burning with desire and determination.

"Stand up, Lizzie," he growled, his voice husky with need.

She obeyed, rising to her feet and standing before him, her body trembling with anticipation. He reached out and ran a hand down her side, feeling the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist.

"You're mine," he said, his voice low and intense.

"Do you understand?"

Lizzie nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and desire. "Yes, John. I'm yours."

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close, their bodies pressing together as he kissed her deeply. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and hollow, as if reclaiming her as his own.

Lizzie moaned as he touched her, feeling herself growing wetter with every stroke of his fingers.

She couldn’t believe what was happening – that she was standing here, naked and exposed, about to let her husband take her in the most shameful way possible.

But she couldn’t deny the excitement that was building inside of her, the thrill of submission and domination that had always been a part of their relationship, even if they had never explored it to this extent before.

John pulled back from the kiss, his green eyes burning with a fierce intensity that made Lizzie’s knees weak.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and commanding.

“And you’re going to show me just how sorry you are for what you’ve done.”

Lizzie nodded, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. She knew what he wanted, what he was going to make her do. And even though the thought of it made her stomach churn with disgust, she couldn’t deny the wetness between her legs, the heat that spread through her body at the thought of submitting to him in this way.

John reached down and grabbed her by the throat, his grip firm but not tight enough to choke her.

He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "You're going to beg for it, Lizzie. You're going to beg me to fuck you in the ass, and you're going to thank me when I'm done."

Lizzie's eyes widened, but she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her body at his words. She had never done anything like this before, and the thought of it was both terrifying and exciting.

John released her and stepped back, his eyes smoldering with desire as he looked at her.

Lizzie felt a surge of shame and excitement wash over her as she realized what was about to happen. She had never done anything like this before, but something about John's dominant presence made her want to submit to him completely.

Without a word, John reached for the handcuffs he had brought with him. Lizzie's heart raced as she put her hands behind her back, allowing him to cuff her wrists together. She felt completely vulnerable, but there was also a strange sense of liberation in giving up control.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come.

John stepped closer to her, his body pressing against hers from behind. She could feel his hard cock digging into her lower back, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of him taking her like this.

Without warning, he reached around and cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples until they were painfully erect. She moaned softly, her head falling back onto his shoulder as she allowed herself to be consumed by the sensation.

He continued to tease her nipples, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin as he whispered filthy, explicit things in her ear.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "You like it when I touch you like this, when I make you feel so dirty and used."

Lizzie couldn't deny it. She had never been so turned on in her life, and the thought of him taking her in such a degrading way was almost too much to bear.

But she wanted it, needed it, even if it meant sacrificing a piece of her dignity.

"Please, John," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you to take me like this. I need to feel you inside of me, even if it's just for a little while."

John's grip on her breasts tightened, and she could feel his cock throbbing against her back. She knew he wanted it just as much as she did, and the thought only made her wetter.

"Please, John," she begged again, her voice husky with desire. "I need to feel you inside of me. I need you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am."

At her words, John's grip on her breasts tightened, and she could feel his cock throbbing against her lower back.

"Fuck, Lizzie," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "You have no idea how much I want to take you like this.

But first, I need to make you beg for it. I want to hear you say the words, Lizzie. I want to hear you beg me to fuck your tight little ass."

Lizzie's heart raced as she felt his hand leave her breasts and move down between her legs. She spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her wet pussy.

"Please, John," she whimpered, her voice shaking with desire. "I'm begging you. Fuck me in the ass.

Those were the words that Lizzie never thought she would say to her husband, but here she was, begging for it. She was completely exposed, both physically and emotionally, and she couldn't deny the intense arousal that was building inside of her.

John's fingers found her clit, and he began to rub slow circles around it, causing Lizzie to moan loudly. She pushed her hips back against him, wanting more. She needed to feel his touch everywhere.

"Please, John," she begged again. "I need you to take me now.

I'm begging you, John. Please, fuck me in the ass."

With those words, Lizzie felt John's fingers leave her clit and move down to her ass. He started to rub circles around the tight hole, teasing her and driving her crazy with desire. She pushed her hips back again, trying to get him to penetrate her, but he held back.

"Not yet, Lizzie," he said, his voice low and commanding.

"You have to beg some more. Tell me how much you want it."

His finger pressed harder against her asshole, teasing her and making her squirm. She could feel herself growing wetter with every second that passed, and she knew that she couldn't take much more of this.

"Please, John," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need it. I need you to fuck my ass. I'll do anything you want, just please, give me what I need."

With that, John removed his finger from her asshole and stepped back.

Lizzie turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire and submission. She knew what he wanted, and she was ready to give it to him.

John reached for a nearby chair, turned it around, and sat down. He patted his lap, indicating for Lizzie to come over. She obeyed, crawling towards him on her hands and knees. As she neared him, he reached out and smacked her ass hard. Lizzie gasped at the sudden sting, but she didn't protest. If anything, it only made her wetter.

Lizzie positioned herself so that she was straddling John's lap, facing away from him. She leaned forward, presenting her ass to him and making her intentions clear.

"You want me to take you here, Lizzie?" John asked, his voice low and husky with desire. "You want me to fuck your tight little ass?"

"Yes, please. I need it," Lizzie replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

John didn't need any more encouragement.

He reached forward and grabbed a hold of Lizzie's hips, pulling her back towards him. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as she felt his hard cock pressing against her asshole.

"You're so fucking tight, Lizzie," John growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to push himself inside of her.

Lizzie gasped as she felt him enter her, the sensation both foreign and intensely pleasurable. She could feel every inch of him filling her up, and she couldn't believe how good it felt.

It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, but it was a pain that she craved, a pain that made her want more.

"That's it, Lizzie. Take it all," John growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust deeper into her.

Lizzie couldn't believe how dirty this felt, how taboo. She had never been taken like this before, and the thought of what they were doing only made her wetter.

John's thrusts grew more urgent, and Lizzie could feel herself getting close to the edge.

She could hear the sound of their bodies slapping together, the filthy language spilling from their lips as they lost themselves in the moment.

"Fuck, you feel so good," John growled, his fingers digging into Lizzie's hips as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Harder, John," Lizzie begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel all of you."

John was only too happy to oblige, and he began to pound into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

She could feel him bottoming out inside of her, the friction setting her body on fire.

"Fuck, Lizzie, you're so tight," John grunted, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her again and again. "You're such a dirty little slut, taking my cock like this."

Lizzie couldn't deny it - she was a dirty little slut, and she loved every second of it.

She loved the feeling of being completely dominated by John, of having no control over her own body. It was a feeling of complete submission, of giving herself over to him completely, and she couldn't get enough of it.

John's thrusts grew more desperate as he felt himself getting close to the edge. He could feel Lizzie's walls tightening around him, squeezing him like a vice as she too got closer and closer to orgasm.

"Come on, Lizzie. Come for me.

Let go, Lizzie," John growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he fucked her harder and faster.

Lizzie could feel herself spiraling out of control, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. She wanted to let go, wanted to give in to the pleasure that was building inside of her, but she was afraid.

"I'm scared, John," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if I can't take it?"

John paused for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"Don't be scared, Lizzie," he growled, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "You can take it. You were made for this."

Lizzie nodded, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.

She wanted to believe him, wanted to give in to the pleasure that was building inside of her.

But she was scared - scared of the unknown, scared of what this would mean for their relationship.

Scared of the shame and guilt that would inevitably follow.

Yet, even as these thoughts raced through her mind, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that was building inside of her. It was like a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment, and she knew that she couldn't hold back for much longer.

"I'm going to come, John," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

John's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to thrust into her with wild abandon.

Lizzie could feel herself being stretched to her limits, the burning pain intensifying with each thrust. But the pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself hurtling towards an explosive orgasm.

"Yes, John! Fuck me harder! I'm going to come!" Lizzie screamed, her voice hoarse from the previous screams of pleasure. He pushed her forward, her chest now pressed against the armrest of the couch, and he continued to fuck her from behind.

Each thrust harder and more brutal than the last. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, and with each thrust, she felt her orgasm building, inching closer and closer to the edge. She moaned, her breath hitching with every plunge of his cock. he growled in her ear. "You like feeling my cock inside of you like this, filling you up."

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, I love it."

He pulled his dick out of her ass. Begging "Please hurt me more!"

Lizzie gasped as John's dick left her raw, abused hole.

"You want more, huh?" He sneered, grabbing a belt from the floor and snapping it menacingly. "You want me to hurt you more? To leave you begging for mercy?"

Lizzie whimpered as she nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. She wanted to feel him again, the sting of the belt on her bare flesh and the agony of his cock invading her ass.

He placed the belt around her throat, using it as a collar. He let it tighten around her neck. As fear grew within her, she tired to scream as he slammed his dick in her ass. The pain was almost to much.

Lizzie was struggling to breathe, but she didn't dare to tell John to stop. She craved his dominance, his roughness, and even this kind of treatment she was getting from him right now. She couldn't help but let out a moan as he slammed his dick into her ass again, the force of his thrusts causing her to be pressed against the armrest of the couch even harder.

"Beg for it," John demanded, pulling on the belt around Lizzie's neck.

"Please, John. I beg of you. Hurt me more.

Those three words echoed in John's mind as he tightened the belt around Lizzie's throat. He could feel her body trembling with fear and pleasure, and the knowledge that he was the one causing this reaction in her only made him harder. He slammed his cock into her ass again, relishing the feeling of her tightness and the sound of her moans. I beg of you," Lizzie whimpered, her voice strained from the pressure of the belt around her neck.

"Please hurt me more."

John's grip on the belt tightened, cutting off Lizzie's airway. She struggled against him, her arms and legs flailing wildly as she tried to break free. But John was too strong, and he held her in place with ease.

Lizzie's vision began to swim as the lack of oxygen took its toll. She gasped and choked, her body writhing in pleasure and pain.

She could feel her orgasm building, despite the lack of air. It was like a fire inside of her, threatening to consume her from the inside out. She wanted to let go, to give in to the ecstasy that was coursing through her veins, but she was afraid.

"Please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. I need more."

John's grip on the belt tightened, cutting off her airway even further. She could feel herself slipping away, but she didn't care. She wanted this, needed it.

She wanted to be used, desired, to feel his power and control over her body. And as the seconds turned into minutes, she could feel herself getting close, so close to the edge of pleasure and release.

"John, please," she begged, her voice hoarse and raw from the constant moaning and screaming. "I need you to make me cum. I'm so close." He tightened his grip on her hips and began to fuck her with a renewed intensity, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

He leaned near her ear and in a deep voice he said "You love being my anal slave."

In a low voice she said, "Yes master. Please use me as you wish."

she begged, her voice trembling with desire. John's grip on the belt around Lizzie's throat tightened, and she gasped, her body writhing underneath him as he continued to thrust into her from behind. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure. She felt like she was on the edge of something huge, a climax unlike anything she had ever experienced before. And she wanted it. She craved it.

With a growl, John released the belt, and Lizzie gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

But John didn't give her a moment to recover, instead, he slammed his cock back into her ass, causing her to cry out in pleasure and pain.

He fucked her hard and fast, his hips pounding against her ass as he took her from behind. Lizzie could feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up and stretching her to her limits. She was his to use, his to dominate, and she loved every second of it.

With that she came hard. It was the best orgasm she has ever felt. As she was riding the waves of pain and pleaser, she felt him slip out of her ass. He pushed her to her knees and told her to clean his cock with her mouth.

Lizzie didn't hesitate, she wanted to please her husband, her master. She took him into her mouth and started to suck and lick him clean, savoring the taste of her ass on his cock. She could feel him growing hard again, and she knew that he was going to take her again. This time, he was going to fuck her mouth.

John grabbed a fistful of Lizzie's hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He looked down at her, his green eyes burning with lust.

He turned around and push his ass in her face, "put your tongue in my asshole." She hesitated the thought disgusted her. He slapped her hard. "LICK MY ASSHOLE, SLUT."

John's command echoed in Lizzie's ears, and she knew there was no escaping his demands. She had broken their vows and now she had to pay the price - by submitting to his every desire.

With trembling hands, she reached up and spread his cheeks apart. She could see the tight pucker of his anus, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of shame run through her. This was degrading, shameful, and yet she couldn't deny the arousal that was building between her legs.

She had never felt so humiliated, and yet she couldn't help but crave more. She wanted to be his dirty little slut, his cumdumpster, his property.

With that thought in mind, she stuck out her tongue and hesitantly made contact with his asshole. It was warm, foreign, and slightly disgusting, but she pushed those thoughts aside as she began to lick and probe. She could feel him tensing up as her tongue explored his forbidden hole, but he didn't stop her. Instead, he pushed back against her face, encouraging her to continue.

Lizzie closed her eyes, trying to block out the shame and embarrassment as she tongued his asshole, bringing him closer and closer to climax. He could feel that he was close, but he didn't want to cum yet. He pulled his ass way. She begged him to let her continue.

He grab he by her hair and forced her onto the ground. Beg me to fuck your ass again. Even thou her ass was still sore and knew it would be extremely pain, she begged him to fuck her.

She wanted to feel the ecstasy that came with the pain. She wanted to be filled with her husband's cock again. She wanted to please him and satisfy her own cravings.

"Please John, I beg you. Fuck my ass again." She pleaded, her voice quivering with desperation.

He smirked at her as he kneeled on the floor. He ran his hands over her sore ass, feeling her wince at his touch. He put his dick in her ass knowing how much it would hurt being pinned to the floor with no where for he to go.

He took satisfaction in the sound of her screams and the feeling of her tight ass squeezing around his dick. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust harder and faster into her, causing her to scream louder. The pain was intense, but Lizzie couldn't deny the pleasure that came with it. She felt completely dominated, completely at John's mercy. John sneered, his hips slapping against Lizzie's sore ass with each thrust.

He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and growling in her ear, "You love every fucking second of this, don't you, you dirty little slut? You love feeling my cock pounding into your tight little ass."

Lizzie could only whimper in response, her mind reeling from the intensity of the pain and pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her up and stretched her to her limits. She started to cry the pain was to much. She couldn't take it any more, begging him to stop. This only made him want to fuck her harder.

He wanted to punish her, to make her truly understand the gravity of what she had done.

With that thought, he pulled out and crawled up to her face, his cock slick with lube and leaking pre-cum.

"Open your mouth, whore," he demanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to make you choke on my cock."

Lizzie did as she was told, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.

John grabbed a handful of her hair and forced his cock down her throat, causing her to gag and choke. He didn't care - he wanted to humiliate her, to make her feel small and insignificant.

"That's it, you dirty little whore," he growled, thrusting his hips forward and fucking her mouth with abandon. "Take it all, you worthless slut."

Lizzie could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe, her eyes watering as John's cock slammed into the back of her throat.

She could feel every vein, every ridge, every throbbing inch of him as he fucked her mouth with a brutality that both terrified and thrilled her.

She had never felt so completely dominated, so utterly used and humiliated. And yet, despite the pain and the degradation, she couldn't deny the intense arousal that was building inside of her. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the second, her clit throbbing with need.

She wanted more, needed more.

Despite the pain in her throat, she begged him for more, moaning as he forcefully face-fucked her. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust, a reminder of his dominance over her.

"You like that, don't you, you dirty little whore?" John growled, his eyes locked onto hers as he ravaged her mouth. "You love feeling my cock violate your throat, don't you?"

Lizzie could only moan in response, her eyes pleading with him to give her more.

She loved feeling his cock ravage her mouth, the way he used her as nothing more than a willing receptacle for his desires. With each thrust, she could feel herself growing closer to the edge, her orgasm building deep within her core.

John could sense that she was close and pulled out of her mouth, causing Lizzie to whimper in disappointment. But he had other plans. Jerk me off. Beg for me to cum on your face.

John's command caught Lizzie off guard, but she knew better than to disobey him in this state. She nodded eagerly, her eyes pleading for him to grant her one final release.

Without a word, she begin to jerk him off, her hand moving up and down his shaft. Lizzie watched with rapt attention, her own body quivering with need as she felt her orgasm building once again.

She could see the tension building in John's body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each stroke of her hand. She started licking his asshole again wanting to please him.

She could hear him moaning as he enjoyed her tongue sliding in and out. She could feel his balls tightening, it was only a matter of seconds before he came. She pulled back and said "Please cum on my face master."

With that, John pulled out and let out a low growl, his body tensing as he reached his climax. Lizzie positioned herself beneath him, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, eagerly awaiting his release.

John groaned as he felt her warm, wet tongue against his asshole, and he couldn't help but let out a string of obscenities as the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck, Lizzie, you're such a dirty little slut," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and using it to pull her closer. "You love this, don't you?

At that moment he cum on her face. She felt so degraded and used.

She savored the feeling of being his filthy slut, his dirty little whore. She could hardly believe that just a few days ago, she had been just a normal housewife, living a mundane life with a faithful and loving husband. But now, she was his sexual plaything, his insatiable fucktoy.

John looked down at Lizzie, his cock still dripping with cum. He saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face, and he knew that she was his for the taking.