Chapter 5: Climax
It had been two weeks since Sarah had agreed to act out marks fantasy and fuck another man in front of him. Since, mark had yet to mention the event and had continued like nothing had happened.
for Sarah, on top of the hurricane of emotions and hormones she felt from her time with Kris but also the odd experience at the lingerie boutique, she hadn’t heard from Kris since his mysterious purchase of her lingerie.
on one hand, she was relieved. Her and mark had agreed that the experience was to be a one time thing, and she never had any intention of seeing the enigmatic Kris again - and not hearing from him would make that easier. On the other hand, the sexual encounter with Kris had shocked her sexual world. Sarah was thinking about Kris almost every hour of the day, and her pussy ached and was as sensitive as ever. She had even begun to find mark more repulsive and unattractive. Conflict stirred her and blurred her. The cherry on top was the strange but erotic lingerie shopping spree she had gone on with Chelsea. The experience was liberating and confidence boosting, and she now had an entirely new set of designer bras and panties (which mark hadn’t even noticed) on top of 5 new luxury lingerie sets - the most expensive of which being the ivory white beaded, sequence, and lace appliqué.
Sarah’s mind was reeling, and she felt like she needed release. She needed some way to fill the void that had been growing inside of her since she last saw Kris. She had never felt this way before, and it scared her, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny that it was also exciting. She was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and she needed to let off some steam.
She glanced at her phone screen again, feeling the pull to reach out to Kris, even if it meant breaking her agreement with mark.
Without thinking, she wrote back, "I can't stop thinking about you."
She hit send, quickly throwing her phone onto the passenger seat before she could change her mind. Sarah sat in her car, heart pounding, wondering if she'd just made a huge mistake. She couldn't deny that Kris had awakened something inside her - a desire to explore her sexuality in ways she never thought possible. It was a burning itch that she couldn’t find the right way to scratch. Even her steamy self pleasure sessions in the shower didn’t help. Heck, she had even let the boutique owner and lingerie designer Priya touch her dripping sex while she helped Sarah change. Her body ached for release.
But then came the swirling conflict - But what if mark found out? What if he was hurt? What if their marriage was ruined?
What if she was labeled as a cheating whore in her small town and community? These thoughts swarmed her mind as she waited for Kris' response.
The minutes seemed like hours, and she felt like she was going crazy with anticipation. Finally, her phone buzzed in her lap with a message from Kris:
"I've been thinking about you too. I’d love to see you soon - tonight. My place?"
Sarah felt a surge of excitement and fear course through her body, but she couldn't deny that she was curious to see Kris again. But her deal with mark was to never see Kris again. She couldn’t betray him like this - right?
“I wish. I can’t. You know I can’t. The deal with my husband was this was supposed to be one time.” Sarah replied.
Her heart pounded in her chest and her fingertips glistened wet with nervous sweat as she waited for the dreaded response. But instead of disappointment or anger, Kris wrote back with an emphatic: "I have a perfect solution. Meet me at my loft. It's tonight. Be there by eight. Don't tell a soul. Especially not your ‘husband’. Trust me, princess.”
Sarah hesitated. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions. She couldn't deny the strong pull towards Kris, but she was also acutely aware that she was playing with fire.
Keeping the promise she made to Mark and her own sanity weighed heavily on her shoulders. After a few moments of internal struggle, Sarah replied, "okay. I trust you."
Her heart raced the entire rest of the day. She tried to distract herself to no avail as 8pm drew closer. She had no idea what to even wear. Kris’ intentions seemed suddenly empathetic and friend - but what if? Sarah tried to dismiss naughty thoughts as she dug thru her closet.
Her entire collection of modest and simple outfits didn't seem to fit. She wanted to impress Kris, but she also wanted to feel confident in her own skin and not overdo it. This was just suppose to be a friendly meet up after all. Sarah found a dress in her wardrobe that she remembered picking up from a clearance bin at Target—a simple yet elegant navy dress that fell just above her knees. The dress had a flattering A-line cut that accentuated her waist and modestly highlighted her figure. It featured short sleeves and a subtle V-neckline, striking a balance between sophistication and casual elegance. Underneath, she wore a matching lace pink bra and panties, adding a secret touch of confidence. To complete the look, she wore her brown leather belt to cinch the waist, adding a touch of detail. She paired the dress with her navy braided sandals, and her cross necklace lay delicately on her collarbone. Her accessories were minimal, with small pearl stud earrings and a delicate bracelet. Her hair was styled neatly, and she applied minimal makeup to enhance her natural beauty. This dress allowed Sarah to feel both confident and sophisticated, perfectly suited for the ambiguous nature of her meeting with Kris.
As she began to walk toward the door, Sarah couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and guilt. But mark quickly interrupted her thoughts. "Hey there, I didn't know you were going out today," he said, sounding genuinely surprised.
Sarah's heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks flush.
"Just meeting a friend for a drink," she said, trying to keep her voice casual.
Mark nodded naively as he looked down at his phone.
"Okay, well have fun," he said, before disappearing into the other room. He kissed her, Sarah felt repulsed by his breathe but guilty - this was her husband after all.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she pulled away and walked towards the door. Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts - Was she making a mistake? Was she betraying her husband? But she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the thought of seeing Kris again.
As she drove to Kris's loft, her body trembled with anticipation. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't resist the pull of the unknown. When she finally arrived at his building, she took a deep breath. She knew she shouldn’t get physical with him - her visit was purely friendly, yet - the box of the luxury appliqué lingerie remained in her purse and made her way inside the modern loft building.
She took the elevator to the top floor, feeling her heart pound in her chest as the doors slid open. Kris's apartment was the only one on this floor, and Sarah felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness as she approached his door.
She knocked softly, and after a few seconds, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from inside. Kris opened the door, wearing nothing but a fitted T shirt and a pair of low-slung jeans.
“why hello.” He said, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek. “Come in.” Kris said, motioning for Sarah to step inside. Sarah took a deep breath, feeling her hands shake slightly as she crossed the threshold. Kris closed the door behind her, and the intimate space was bathed in the twinkling city lights that cast a moody, seductive glow through the large windows overlooking the urban landscape.
Kris's apartment was a dimly-lit haven, adorned with an eclectic mix of vintage furniture, leather accents, and modern touches. It felt like stepping into another reality, where the lines between desire and danger blurred.
Sarah's heart raced as she looked around, admiring the high ceilings and the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered stunning views of the city. The space was dimly lit, with candles and fairy lights scattered throughout, casting romantic shadows and creating an intimate mood.
"Drink?" Kris asked, gesturing towards a small wet bar in the corner of the room.
"Please," Sarah replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kris poured her a glass of red wine and handed it to her.
His touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and Sarah felt her body temperature rise.
"Cheers," Kris said, clinking his glass against hers.
Sarah took a sip of the wine, feeling it warm her throat as she swallowed. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation as she looked into Kris's deep brown eyes.
"I’m glad you could make it.” Kris said charmingly.
Sarah felt her cheeks burn as she took another sip of her drink. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, but she was also aware of the danger that came with entertaining those feelings.
As Kris moved closer to her, Sarah could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn't let him get any closer, but she couldn't resist the pull she felt towards him.
"Kris, I don't think this is a good idea," Sarah said, trying to sound firm. “I promised my husband. It was just to be a one time thing.” Sarah said as her voice trailed off and she felt a shiver of fear and excitement course through her body.
Kris replied confidently and coolly
, "it's just a drink, princess. I promise I wouldn’t want you to betray him." He flashed her a charming smile, and Sarah couldn't help but feel herself melt under his gaze.
She knew she shouldn't stay - she had already crossed a line by even meeting Kris again. But she couldn't deny the curiosity and desire that surged through her body as she looked into his eyes.
"Okay," Sarah said softly, feeling her heart flutter in her chest.
Kris's gaze lingered on her for a moment, and Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards him, but she knew she was playing with fire by even being here.
"Let's sit down," Kris said, gesturing towards a plush velvet couch.
Sarah nodded nervously, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. Kris sat down next to her, their thighs touching.
Sarah could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she tried to focus on the wine glass in her hands, twirling it gently.
"Relax," Kris said, his voice low and sultry in her ear. "You're safe with me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”
Kris asked, his voice low and intimate. His breath tickled Sarah's ear, sending shivers down her spine. Sarah bit her lip, uncertain of how to answer. She knew that being here was a risk, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins at the thought of being alone with Kris in his dimly lit apartment.
“Yeah, I guess we are,” Sarah finally replied, taking another sip of her wine.
Kris leaned in closer, his hands brushing against Sarah's thigh.
“Like I said. I know what the deal was with your husband.” Kris said coolly. “Fine by me, Sarah.” he said, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh.
“However.” He said, taking a sip of his drink. “It would be a shame not to see you in all your new lingerie.” He removed his hand from her though and leaned back on the couch.
the tension was palpable.
Kris continued. “That said. Perhaps there was a loophole in the promise you make to your ‘husband’.”
Kris added with a mischievous grin. “But don’t worry princess, I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Sarah looked into Kris’ eyes and realized just how much control she had given him when it came to this intimate situation. She knew in the back of her mind there were limits, but as the desire coursed through her body, she couldn’t deny the effect he had on her. He was like a magnet drawing her in and blurring her judgment. She looked confused at Kris’ comment. “What do you mean - a loophole?” She asked.
Sarah’s breathing was shallow and fast. The anticipation was making her pulse race as Kris leaned in to whisper in her ear.
“Well, my dear,” he said, his voice low and seductive, “I saw the text. You told mark - ‘as your wife, I promise this will just be a one time thing’. That’s word for word what you told him.”
Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to comprehend what Kris was saying. It had been two weeks since Sarah had agreed to act out Mark’s fantasy and fuck another man in front of him. Since then, Mark had yet to mention the event and had continued as if nothing had happened.
For Sarah, on top of the hurricane of emotions and hormones she felt from her time with Kris, she now had an entirely new set of designer bras and panties on top of 5 new luxury lingerie sets - the most expensive of which being the ivory white beaded, sequence, and lace applique. What could Kris possibly mean by ‘loophole’ in all of this?
Sarah felt her heart thud as the tension grew thicker between them.
“I-I don’t understand,” She stuttered, trying to make sense of his words. Kris took a sip of his whiskey, a smug smirk on his face.
“It’s simple, really,” he said, twirling the ice cubes in his glass. “You promised Mark ‘as your wife’ it would be just a one time thing.”
Sarah frowned, still confused. “Yea - so?” Sarah asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.
Kris leaned in closer to Sarah, his knees brushing against hers. “Well, my dear, what if I told you that legally, you are not his wife?”
Sarah’s mind raced as she tried to process Kris’ words.
She couldn’t believe what he was insinuating. How could she not be Mark’s wife? They had been married for four years, living together as a couple for three years before that. Sarah felt her chest tighten with confusion and fear.
“W-what are you talking about, Kris?” Sarah asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Kris took another sip of his whiskey before setting it back down on the coffee table in front of them. He leaned in closer to Sarah, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re not legally married, Sarah.
Mark never filed for the marriage license. It’s not official.”
Sarah’s breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How could this be possible?
“But how? We’ve been together for so long. We’ve planned our lives together, our future.” Sarah’s voice was barely above a whisper, her mind reeling from Kris’ revelation.
“I don’t know, princess. All I know is that what we had was a fantasy for your husband, but not legally binding. Because technically, you don’t have a husband.” Sarah felt like the floor had been pulled out from under her. How could this be? Had she really been living a lie? All this time, she had thought she was married, but now it turned out that she was just a lie because of marks laziness.
Her mind whirled with confusion and anger, directed at mark fully now.
She had already been grappling with her increasing dissatisfaction with their sex life and now this! It seemed that the only way she could truly be satisfied was to step outside of the boundaries of her relationship. Sarah took a deep breath, and as she did, Kris's hand found her thigh again. This time higher up. She looked at him - Kris had his life together. Mark was a mess, and a beta with sick fantasys. The contrast between him and Mark was striking.
Mark, a man who lacked any real direction or ambition, and Kris, a man who was successful, confident, and could give her the satisfaction she craved.
Despite the shock of Kris's revelation about her marriage to Mark, Sarah found herself unable to resist Kris's touch. He had awakened a desire within her that she couldn't ignore, and as his fingers traced patterns on her thigh, she felt herself growing wetter by the second.
"Sarah," Kris whispered in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
"I know this is a lot to take in, but I promise you that you can trust me. I'm not going to hurt you or take advantage of you."
Sarah's heart pounded in her chest, but she couldn't deny the desire that was building inside of her. She knew she shouldn't trust Kris, but she couldn't help it. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.
"Fuck," Sarah breathed, her mind racing with dirty thoughts. "I can’t believe mark. He’s such a … such a…”
“cuck?” Mark said finishing Sarah’s sentence.
Kris smirked. He knew just how to push Sarah’s buttons, and he could see the anger and desire building in her eyes.
He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers as his hand trailed up her thigh.
“That’s it, Sarah. Let go of your anger. Let me help you forget all about him. After all - you’re a single woman. Free to do as she wants.”
Kris moaned into her ear as his fingers continued to trace patterns on the inside of her thigh.
Sarah gasped as his fingers brushed against the crotch of her panties, feeling dampness spreading along the material. She felt a surge of desire pulsating through her, and she couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
Without a word, she grasped Kris by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her for a searing kiss. Their lips crashed together, Kris's tongue probing her mouth as Sarah moaned wantonly.
Kris aggressively, and sexily stood up and shoved her on the couch.
Sarah looked up at Kris, her eyes wide with desire and anticipation. He smirked and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up over her head and throwing it to the side. Sarah's heart raced as Kris took in her breasts, encased in a matching lace pink bra that made him even more hot and horny. His cock throbbed in his jeans.
“beautiful new undies.” He complimented her, on the designer underwear he had bought for her. “But I’d love to see what something more … luxurious looks like on you.” Kris said, his eyes burning with desire.
She immediately thought to the box in her purse. The appliqué lingerie he had gifted her.
“ahh you brought something.” Kris guessed wisely. “So you planned to be naughty - loophole or not.”
Kris said, a cocky smile spread across his face.
Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest as Kris reached down and grabbed her purse from the floor. He rummaged through it for a moment before pulling out the box of ivory white beaded, sequence, and lace applique.
“Go change, pet. And wait for me in my bedroom.”
Kris stepped back, vanishing back into the kitchen. Sarah struggled to catch her breath. The sound of his footsteps faded as he headed to his bedroom, leaving her alone on his living room couch, her heart racing with anticipation.
Slowly, she stood up and took the box from the floor. Unsure of what was coming next, she opened it, revealing the ivory white beaded, sequence, and lace appliqué lingerie. The intricate design looked beautiful, but intimidating. It came with a matching beaded lingerie bra and panties. What had she gotten herself into?
Sarah wondered as she fingered the delicate beading on the lingerie. Her pulse raced as she slipped out of the rest of her clothing, leaving her standing in front of Kris's floor-length mirror, wearing nothing but the sexy matching set of lace and beadwork.
Sarah's curves looked incredible in the mirror, the lingerie accentuating all the right places. The beading and lace made her feel incredibly naughty and erotic, like an exotic dancer or an irresistible seductress.
She had never felt this way before, so confident and bold.
she found one more item in the bottom of the box - a beaded veil.
She placed it on her head, allowing the beaded netting to cascade down over her face. Sarah felt a rush of excitement as she imagined Kris's reaction to her new look.
Deciding to embrace her newfound confidence, Sarah walked slowly towards Kris's bedroom. The sound of her heels clicking on the wooden floor sent a thrill down her spine. She could feel the anticipation building inside of her as she approached the door, her heart racing in her chest.
Opening the door, she stepped inside to find Kris already lying on the bed, completely naked. His lean body was chiseled and muscular, his cock standing at attention has he jerked it slow.
He was a god, his veiny, throbbing member in his fist. His gaze burning into hers as she walked towards him. Sarah swallowed hard, her palms slick with sweat as she took in his impressive form. The beading of her veil tickled her bare shoulders, teasing her even more.
"Come here, toy.” Kris growled, his voice deeper than usual.
Sarah obeyed, strutting towards him like the naughty vixen he commanded her to be. She crawled up to him, positioning herself on her hands and knees between his legs.
She looked up at him through the beaded veil, her eyes smoldering with desire. Kris's gaze raked over her body, taking in every inch of her. Sarah felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine as she reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock. Kris moaned low in his throat as she began to stroke him, her fingers sliding along his shaft with ease. She leaned in closer, flicking the tip of her tongue over the crown of his cock.
“before you start. Let’s get a few things straight.” Mark said.
He grabbed a fistful of Sarah’s hair, pulling her towards him. Sarah moaned, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat.
“I know what you want, sweetheart,” Kris said, his voice low and sultry. “I know you want me to take control, to make you feel like the little slut you are. Because you’re my property now. Not his.”
Sarah shivered at his words, feeling a rush of desire between her legs. She nodded her head, allowing Kris to continue fucking her mouth. She had never been spoken to like this before. Kris’ words shocked her, yet her desire burned so white hot she didn’t care.
“Good girl,” Kris said, running his fingers through her hair.
“But I want to hear you say it, Sarah. Tell me you want me to take control and make you feel like the slut you are.”
Sarah moaned around Kris’ cock, feeling a rush of shame and arousal at his words.
“I-I want you to take control, Kris,” Sarah said, her voice breathless as she pulled back and looked up at him. “I want to feel like the slut you think I am.”
Kris smirked at her confession, his grip on her hair tightening. His game of manipulation were working all too well on Sarah.
“and tell me you’re my property now. Mine and mine alone. My toy. I’m in control of you and your body. Not that cuck mark.” Kris said, his grip on her hair tightening again. “Tell me what you are now, Sarah. Tell me what you belong to now, mark and I hetero mark.”
Sarah’s body trembled with a mixture of emotions - shame, anger, and oddly enough, a strange sense of excitement. She felt like a puppet, dancing to his tune, but at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill of playing the role he was demanding.
She closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm your slut, Kris. I'm yours and yours alone.
Your toy, under your control. I'm not mark's anymore." Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kris's grip on her hair loosened and he leaned back, letting out a pleased sigh. "That's right. I own you now, Sarah."
Sarah's body tingled with excitement at Kris's possessive words. She couldn't believe she was letting herself be used like this, but somehow, it felt right. Maybe this was what she had always wanted, what she had been missing in her marriage to Mark.
Kris was commanding, controlling, domineering. And she loved it. Her nipples grew hard beneath the lace beading of her bra, and Kris’ eyes caught on the movement, his gaze darkening even more.
"Fuck, you look so hot in that lingerie," he groaned. "But why do you still have that pathetic ring on."
Kris asked with disdain, his tone dripping with hostility.
Sarah's heart raced as she tried to come up with an excuse, she still had her wedding ring from mark on. She had only learned just minutes ago that her marriage to mark was a sham, as he had forgotten to turn In the marriage license. Out of her anger, she was submitting her body - her entire life - to Kris.
“Take it off and give it to me, whore.” Kris demanded, harshly and confidently, his grip still firm on her hair.
Sarah whimpered as she obeyed, slipping the ring off her finger and holding it out towards him. Kris snatched it from her hand, tossing it aside disdainfully. She watched as it landed on the floor, her heart racing as she realized what she had just done. Her body belonged to Kris - who was barely more than a stranger - now, and there was no turning back.
Kris pulled Sarah's hair back, forcing her to look up at him as he towered over her.
"Good girl," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're mine now. Your body is mine to do with as I please, and I'm gonna make you scream for every inch of cock I shove into you."
Sarah gasped at his words, her body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. She'd never experimented with kink before, but something in her ex-husband's fantasies had switched something in her brain. She felt a thrill running through her as she surrendered herself to Kris.
His dirty talk made her feel like a dirty slut and Sarah didn’t know why she liked it so much, but she couldn’t deny the surge of pleasure it sent through her body.
Kris let go of her hair, his hand trailing down her body to her hip. He squeezed it, fingers digging in tightly causing Sarah to yelp.
“Good, that’s exactly what I want from you, toy.” Kris said, his eyes shining with desire.
Sarah could only nod, unable to find any words as her body was shaking with anticipation for what was going to come next.
Kris leaned down and kissed her desperately, enjoying the taste of her lips on his. He tugged at her beaded veil, letting it slide down and off her face, revealing her green eyes burning with desire.
As Kris kissed her, he let one hand trail to the delicate lace of her panties. He slid one finger inside of her, exploring her wetness. Sarah gasped, her hands grabbing onto the sheets of the bed. Kris broke the kiss long enough to look at her, a smug grin on his face.
"You're dripping wet for me, toy," he growled, sliding another finger inside of her.
Sarah's body trembled with pleasure as his fingers explored her wetness. She let out a moan, unable to hold back her reaction to Kris's touch.
"That's right, baby," Kris whispered. "Let me hear you moan. I want to know just how much you want me."
Sarah's mind spun with desire and pleasure as Kris continued to tease her with his fingers.
He slipped a third finger inside of her, bent down, and bit her neck, making her cry out.
"Oh my god, I can't believe what I'm doing," Sarah muttered, but Kris didn't respond, instead placing his hand over her mouth to silence her.
He handled her pussy rough. She could tell this fucking was about to be a lot more physical and intense than the slow passion session she had first had with Kris infront of mark. Her body was shaking with anticipation, her pussy clenching around Kris’ fingers that were currently buried deep within her.
Moving to sit before her, he gave her a sly grin, flicking away a string of saliva from his lips and using his thumb to gently rub her swollen clit before standing up. He took his fingers, covered in her cum, and shoved them aggressively in her mouth.
“Eat your own fucking pussy juice, slut.” Kris smirked devilishly as he forced the remains of his fingers, glistening with Sarah's cum, into her mouth. His touch was invasive and dominating, sending a shiver down her spine as she moaned around his digits.
Sarah obeyed, savoring the taste of her own arousal in her mouth.
“Get used to it.” Kris barked. “Any toy of mine has to love pussy juice. Her own and her friends. There will be a lot more pussy in your mouth to come. I like my girls bi.” Kris said before continuing, “Generally speaking, a girl that enjoys the taste of pussy has an appreciation for more than her own. Every touched a girl's pussy before, toy?” he asked, never breaking eye contact.
Sarah shook her head, her face flushed. She had never even considered the thought of kissing another woman, let alone putting her mouth to another girl's private parts.
Kris smiled, leaning forward and whispering, “',you're gonna learn to enjoy it, toy.
In fact, I think I know just the girl who could teach you her tricks."
He ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, pulling her closer to him so that their lips almost touched.
“But now, it’s time for your first lesson. Show me how well you lick.”
He grabbed the back of her head roughly, pushing her downwards towards his throbbing cock. Sarah obeyed instinctively, she rarely had sucked cock before even though Mark always begged her for it.
She hated the taste of his semen, which was bitter, sticky, and disgusting. Never had she enjoyed giving him head. Kris cock in her mouth tasted so different, it tasted like power. The power of a dominant, assertive man pleasing her. She let her tongue slide over his shaft, teasing and licking him the way he liked it.
Kris leaned back, moaning as Sarah's mouth began to worship his cock. Her tongue flicked across the head, tasting his precum as she wrapped her lips around him and sucked gently.
Kris's grip on her hair tightened as she licked the underside of his cock and swirled her tongue around the sensitive rim.
"Yes, just like that," Kris moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as Sarah's oral skills proved to be more than adequate for his own liking.
She tugged gently on his balls, and he groaned with delight. Sarah cupped them in her hand as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could stand. The feeling of all of Kris's length filling her mouth was overwhelming, but she relished the challenge.
Her confidence was building as she felt Kris's fingers twine in her hair, pulling her closer as if urging her on. Take it all in, toy."
His words were muffled by the dick that was in her mouth. Sarah was growing more aroused by the second as the gagging sensation transformed into euphoria. She was enjoying giving Kris head, and her previous disgust about the taste of cum had melted away. Instead, she craved his load, wanting to swallow it down as if she had been starving for it.
“don’t forget my balls and ass, pet. I expect every inch licked and sucked by your pretty little mouth.” Kris said, urging her on. Sarah licked down the veiny length of his cock, from tip to shaft. She took each ball into her mouth and sucked lightly, causing Kris to moan in pleasure. She even swirled her tongue around his taint and asshole, feeling a perverted satisfaction in giving him pleasure from every part of her body.
Kris turned over, presenting his ass to Sarah. “Get ready to eat my ass, pet!”
Sarah was hesitant at first as she had never licked or eaten ass before but Kris encouraged her saying “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. A little brown won’t hurt.” Kris said, urging her on. Sarah hesitated but looked back at Kris with a determination she never knew she possessed. With a deep breath, she leaned forward and pressed her tongue to the puckered flesh of Kris's asshole. To her surprise, it wasn't as foul tasting as she had initially feared. The slightly sour taste drew her further in, and she moved her tongue in a circular motion, probing deeper.
Kris groaned in pleasure, his head thrown back as Sarah explored his muscled buttocks with her tongue.
She didn't know where this newfound boldness was coming from, but she loved the power it gave her, feeling Kris's body writhing under her touch.
She lapped at his tight hole, enjoying the way he writhed beneath her. Her own juices dampened her panties as she continued to pleasure him, exploring every inch of his ass with her tongue.
"Fuck, Sarah," Kris muttered, reaching down to grab a fistful of her hair.
she jerked his cock slowly with one hand as she sucked and licked his ass, and massaged his prostate with her other hand.
Kris moaned in pleasure as Sarah did the deeds expertly, her tongue flicking out to probe ever deeper into his tight sphincter.
With a tremble, Sarah felt Kris's cock stiffen even more, his thrusts becoming harder as he leaned back into her mouth, surrendering to the pleasure she was causing him. She could tell that he was close to ecstasy, so Sarah sped up, sucking him harder with each thrust of his hips.
Sarah heard Kris growl, “I'm gonna cum, pet. Your gonna swallow every drop.”
Sarah removed her finger, noticing a small amount of brown on it.
“Eat it.” Kris commanded.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, then, feeling a rush of daring and boldness that she had never known before, Sarah put the finger into her mouth and sucked off the taste of Kris’ ass. Surprised at how well his shit tasted.
Kris watched with fascination as Sarah fulfilled his dirty demand. He loved how her innocent girl-next-door persona was quickly transforming into slutty, open-minded and adventurous toy under his guidance. Sarah loved it too, she reveled in the power she had over Kris.
“time to swallow my cum, my little shit eating princess.” Kris barked.
Sarah obeyed, her heart racing as she sensed Kris's climax approaching. She opened her mouth wide and waited for him to fill it with his hot, sticky semen.
Kris groaned as he emptied his load into Sarah's mouth, his hips jerking as he released a torrent of cum. Sarah swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the flow. She could feel his warm, salty load sliding down her throat, filling her up as if starving for it.
Kris's fingers still twined in her hair, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her mouth.
Sarah sucked Kris greedily until there was nothing left and Kris let out a satisfied moan above her, before pulling his cock out of her mouth and laying down next to her. Sarah savored the taste of him inside her mouth and swallowing, leaving her with a sense of satisfaction and a feeling of closeness to Kris.
Kris turned towards her, the side of his groin still soaked with their combined pleasure.
“Good girl, my shit eating princess. I’m happy about our naughty progress, it seems tamed the wild animal in you.” Kris teased, his brown eyes lighting up with amusement.
Sarah smiled awkwardly at the sarcastic compliment but couldn't deny how right Kris was about satisfying her dark desires for power and lustful wants.
“It’s your turn now, princess.” Kris said as he grabbed her legs and spun her over so that she was facing away from him.
Sarah felt herself blush, unsure of what was to come next. Kris had teased her to the brink of insanity, taunting and teasing her, making promises about what he was going to do to her. And now she was going to find out if he lived up to his words.
Kris tugged at the lace beading, causing Sarah's breast to burst free from the bra. He plastered his body over hers, pressing his lips against the nape of her neck as he grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head.
"You've been such a good girl tonight, toy," Kris said, his tongue tracing a path across her collarbone as he peppered her skin with kisses. "Now it's my turn to take control."
Sarah whined approvingly at his words, feeling a rush of arousal as Kris's body pushed down on hers, making her feel small and helpless beneath him. It was exhilarating, giving in to her urges and allowing herself to be dominated by Kris.
Her chest rose and fell as she felt his hot breath on her ear, his hands still holding her wrists firmly above her head.
"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, toy." Kris said, his voice low and husky.
Sarah gasped as she felt him trail a finger down her body, tracing a line along her exposed stomach and lower.
She didn't know what to expect next, but the anticipation was enough to send shivers down her spine.
Kris's fingers slid beneath the band of her lacy lingerie, pulling it down to expose her bare ass.
"Fuck, you're even more perfect than I imagined," Kris murmured, running a hand over her soft rear.
Sarah felt herself growing wetter at his words, her pussy clenching with desire. She bit her bottom lip as she felt his hand move to cup her there, his thumb trailing back and forth over her entrance.
He slipped a finger inside of her, slowly at first before moving with increasing speed. He then drew his hand back, and slapped her pussy as hard as he could.
The surprise and pain of it caused Sarah's entire body to jerk and she gasped, but she felt an intense, aching throb between her legs. Kris gave her another strong slap on the sensitive area, and then slid two fingers inside of her tight, wet pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from it as he began to pump them in and out of her.
Kris smiled sadistically as he watched Sarah's reaction with excitement and pleasure. He reveled in this dirty and deliciously forbidden moment.
He didn’t think Sarah would allow him to be so rough with her, so he took full advantage. Kris thrust his fingers deep inside of her, causing Sarah to arch her back in response. Her wetness coated Kris's fingers, running down his wrist like a river. He slipped in another finger, watching as Sarah's pussy stretched to accommodate him. She was tight around him, but with each push, she moaned louder and louder, her body trembling beneath Kris's fingers.
“if you want my cock in here, you’re gonna have to figure out so sick and dirty way to get me hard again. And fast.” Kris said as he attacked her pussy with his fingers.
Sarah couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her. She couldn't believe how aroused she had become, or how she had allowed herself to become so submissive to Kris. But she craved more. More of Kris.
Kris pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and turned her over onto her knees. He held her hips firmly and spat on my hand, running it over his hard cock before slapping her in the face with her manhood.
“so how you gonna get me hard whore? What sick depraved taboo thing you going to do or say that will get me rock hard to fuck you?” Kris asked as he spat on his hand and ran it over his hard cock, making it glisten with saliva.
He then slapped Sarah across the face with it, making her yelp in surprise at the sudden roughness. She had never been treated like this before, but the sting of embarrassment of what Kris had just done made her body felt hotter than ever. She wanted more.
“I don't know,” Sarah said softly, unsure of how to respond to such a forward question. But she couldn't deny that the idea of doing something dirty and forbidden was exciting.
Her mind raced as she tried to think of something, anything that would get Kris hard again. She felt him slap her face with his dick again, leaving a stinging sensation that only added to the fire building between her legs. Sarah felt a wave of shame wash over her, but she couldn't deny the way her body was responding. Then she thought of something dirty and twisted that would surely get Kris as rock hard as ever.
"Okay, Kris" Sarah said, her voice trembling with excitement. "I'll do anything, I'll do whatever you want me to do, whether it's filthy or sick... just as long as you promise to fuck me good and hard after I do it."
Kris smiled wickedly as he heard her consent. He knew exactly what to do, the perfect scene to get her off and himself at the same time.
"Whatever I want, toy?" Kris said, his voice dripping with evil intent.
"Alright, toy. I want you really humiliated. I want you to prove just how loyal to me you are. I’m going to make you do the most sick and twisted thing I can possibly imagine.”
Kris said, a gleeful smile spreading across his face as he approached Sarah.
“Say you’ll do it, toy. Say you’ll prove how much you’re willing to surrender to me and be mine, completely.” He demanded.
Sarah hesitated, unsure of what she was about to agree to, but she could feel the building desire to fulfill Kris’ twisted demands begging her to try anything.
“I…I’ll do anything. Whatever you want, just tell me.” Sarah said, her voice shaking with nervousness.
“Very well, toy,” Kris said, his evil grin spreading wider.