Chapter 3: Home Cumming
Mac stepped into the warm, well-lit entryway of his home, the familiar scent of lilac and vanilla candles welcoming him like a long-lost embrace. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, leaning against it for a moment, his breath fogging up in the cool air. The house was quiet, the kids tucked in bed, the TV off. Just him and Liz.
He could feel her gaze on him as he hung up his coat, the weight of her stare a physical thing against his back. He knew that look. She was waiting, patient but persistent. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and turned to face her.
Liz was seated on the armchair in the living room, her legs crossed, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, assessing. She wore a simple black nightgown that accentuated her curves, but her breasts were clearly on display, and he could see the dark outline of her nipples beneath the thin fabric. He felt his body respond immediately, his cock twitching to life in his jeans.
“Hey,” he said, his voice gruff.
“Hi,” she replied, her gaze drifting down to the obvious bulge in his jeans. A small smile played at the corner of her lips.
"You look tired," she observed quietly.
Mac felt a flush of guilt creep up his neck. "Long day," he shrugged.
Liz's gaze softened for a moment, then hardened again. She uncrossed her legs, stood up, and walked towards him. "I know," she said, her voice low and husky. She stopped close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin. "You need to relax."
She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over the bulge in his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath, his cock already starting to strain against the denim.
“Liz…”
She cut him off with a single look. “Come sit with me,” she commanded, her hand still resting on his crotch. Her grip tightened slightly, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. “Let me take care of you.”
He followed her to the couch, his mind a whirl of anticipation and guilt. Liz sat down first, her hand still on him, guiding him to sit beside her. As soon as he was settled, she turned to face him, her hands going immediately to the waistband of his jeans.
“Wait,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.
Liz paused, her fingers stilling on his belt. He looked into her eyes, their dark depths reflecting a mix of concern and desire. “I need to tell you something first.”
Liz’s brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded, pulling back just enough to give him space. “What is it?”
Mac took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice low and intense. “I… I saw Jenny yesterday. Cliff let me watch while… while he played with her.”
Liz’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached out, her hand cupping his cheek gently. “I know, Mac.
I know.” Liz’s voice was a whisper, understanding laced with a darker edge. “I’ve seen her too, remember? I know what she looks like when she’s being used. When she’s being… owned.”
Mac’s eyes closed briefly, his breathing ragged. “I… I fucked her, Liz. This morning. In our kitchen. In front of Cliff.”
Liz’s hand dropped from his cheek, her fingers tracing a path down his chest, over his heart, feeling the pounding beneath her touch. She leaned in, her body pressing against his. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Did you enjoy it, Mac?”
Mac’s breath hitched, his body tensing under her touch. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice a low growl. “Fuck, yes. She was... she was amazing.”
Liz hummed softly, her body rubbing against him. “I bet she was,” she murmured. His cock throbbed in his jeans, straining for release. “I bet she tasted so fucking sweet.”
“She did,” Mac agreed, his hips jerking slightly at her words. “She was so… so goddamn grateful. And hot.
So fucking hot. She was desperate, begging me to fuck her. And I did. I fucked her like I meant it, like I’d never fucked anyone before. I pounded into her, taking everything she had to give. And it was… it was everything.”
Liz’s hand slipped lower, her fingers tracing the bulge in his jeans, stroking him through the rough denim. “Show me, Mac. Show me how grateful she was. Show me how you fucked her.”
Mac’s breath caught in his throat, his body pulsing with desire.
Liz’s hand was a tease, a tantalizing promise of release, but he needed more. He needed to show her, to relive the raw, primal fucking he’d given Jenny. To make Liz feel it too.
“I need…” he started, his voice hoarse, but Liz interrupted him, her fingers working the button of his jeans.
“I know what you need,” she whispered, her eyes dark with lust and understanding. Show me how you fucked her.”
She pushed his jeans down just enough to free his cock, which sprang out hard and eager.
Mac groaned, his hips jerking instinctively towards her. Liz wrapped her hand around his shaft, her palm slick with precum. She stroked him firmly, her thumb swirling over the sensitive head.
“Show me, Mac,” she demanded, her voice a low, husky purr. “Show me how you fucked Jenny. How you took her.”
Mac’s breath hitched in his throat, his body pulsing with desire and urgency. He reached out, his hands wrapping around Liz’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs.
The heat of her core pressed against his bare cock, the slickness of her arousal already soaking through her thin nightgown. He could smell her, the faint musk of her desire, and it drove him wild. He needed to be inside her, to feel her clench around him. To bury himself deep and fuck her hard.
“Show me, Mac,” Liz growled, her hand still stroking him, her eyes locked onto his. “Show me what she felt. Make me feel it too.”
Mac groaned, his hips bucking as he ground himself against her.
He needed no further encouragement. He reached up, gripping the neckline of her nightgown, and tore it down the middle with one savage motion. Buttons popped and flew, the fabric ripping away to reveal her naked breasts. He threw the remains of the nightgown aside, his eyes feasting on the sight of her. Her nipples were already hard and swollen, begging for his touch. He cupped one breast, his thumb circling the taut nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Liz gasped, her head falling back, her eyes closing.
"Fuck, Liz.
You're so fucking perfect," Mac groaned, his voice ragged with lust. He palmed her other breast, his fingers running over the soft flesh, pinching and rolling her other nipple to match the first. Liz moaned, her head falling back further, her eyes closing as she arched into his touch.
Mac couldn't wait any longer. He gripped her hips, his hands sliding around to grasp her ass, and pulled her roughly against him. The head of his cock pressed against her slick entrance, ready to claim her. I need to fuck you.
Fuck, Liz, I need to be inside you right now.” He growled, his voice thick with desire and urgency. He yanked her down onto him, impaling her on his hard, aching cock in one brutal thrust.
They both cried out at the sudden, intense invasion. Liz’s hands flew to Mac’s shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode out the painful pleasure of him filling her completely. Mac groaned, his hands squeezing her ass, holding her in place as he bottomed out inside her.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips already bucking upwards, driving deeper still.
The sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping him was overwhelming, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders only heightening the intensity. “You feel so fucking good, Liz. So goddamn tight.”
Liz let out a low, guttural moan, her head falling forward, her hair cascading around their faces. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the cry of pleasure that threatened to escape. Mac’s cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside her, filling her completely, stretching her almost to the point of pain. She loved it. She craved it.
“Fuck me, Mac,” she begged, her voice thick with desire.
“Fuck me hard. Show me what you did to Jenny.”
Mac’s groan was primal, animalistic. He dug his fingers into her flesh, lifting her up slightly before slamming her back down onto his cock. Liz screamed, the sound muffled by his hand clamping over her mouth. Her nails raked lines of fire across his back, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain.
“That’s it,” Mac growled, his hips snapping upwards in violent punches. “Take it, Liz. Take my cock like the dirty little slut you are. Just like Jenny did.”
He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t careful.
His cock, slick with the combination of Liz’s juices and his own hunger, slid in and out of her with brutal force. He could feel her nails digging into his back, the sharp sting of her pleasure and pain mingling with the intense heat of her pussy. Her scent enveloped him, a sexy musk that drove him wild, made him want to savage her.
Liz’s breath was coming in sharp gasps, her moans muffled by Mac’s palm now covering her mouth. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back in a wild tangle.
Mac’s grip on her hips was brutal, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her with fierce, relentless thrusts. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the room, the wet sounds of their fucking echoing off the walls.
“Fuck, Liz,” Mac grunted, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’re so fucking tight. So hot. God, you feel like fucking heaven.”
Liz’s nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake. She was almost sobbing with pleasure, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts.
Mac could feel her juices streaming down her thighs, could hear the wet sound of their bodies slapping together. He was close, so fucking close, but he didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to make her come again, wanted to feel her tight pussy clench around him as she rode out her orgasm.
He adjusted his angle slightly, tilting his hips just enough to hit that spot deep inside her that made her scream every damn time. He felt her nails dig into his back, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. “God, Mac,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. “Right there.
Fuck, yes, right there,” Liz moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as Mac hit that perfect spot inside her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her inner muscles fluttering with renewed arousal.
“Fuck, Liz, you feel so fucking good,” Mac growled, his hips snapping upwards in sharp, powerful thrusts. “I can feel that greedy little cunt sucking me in, milking my fucking cock.”
He reached between their bodies, his fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Liz cried out, her body tensing as she felt another orgasm building.
"Fuck, Mac! Right there! Don't fucking stop!" Her nails dug into his shoulders, her heels pressing into his ass, urging him deeper, harder. "Make me come, Mac! I need it! I need to come all over your fucking cock!"
Mac obliged, his hips snapping upwards with brutal force, his fingers working her clit in time with his thrusts. "That's it, Liz. Come for me. Show me how much you love it. Show me how much you love my cock."
Liz screamed, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her.
Her pussy clenched around Mac’s cock, her internal muscles squeezing and milking him like a fucking vice. Mac groaned, his own orgasm triggered by the feel of her coming undone around him. He slammed into her, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his hot cum deep inside her.
“Fuck, Liz! Fuck!” Mac roared, his fingers digging into her ass, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her. They clung to each other, their bodies wrapped together as they rode out the intense waves of their mutual climax. Mac’s cock pulsed, his balls aching with the force of his release.
He groaned, long and low, his chest heaving against Liz’s. He could feel her heart pounding against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He was still buried deep inside her, his cock still throbbing from the force of his orgasm.
“Fuck, Liz,” he growled, his hands tightening on her ass. “You feel so good when you come. So fucking tight and hot. I love feeling you come all over my cock.”
Liz whimpered, her body still trembling from the force of her orgasm. “You feel so good inside me, Mac. So big and hard.
So fucking perfect. Liz reveled in the sensation of him pulsing inside her, the warmth of his release spreading deep within her. She could feel every twitch of his cock, every shudder of his body as he came, her inner walls clenching and releasing in time with his pulsing orgasm.
Mac groaned again, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. "God, Liz... your pussy is so fucking perfect. So tight and hot and greedy. I could fuck you forever."
Liz moaned, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. "Mmm, I could fuck you forever too, Mac. Your cock...
it's so fucking good, Mac. So fucking big and hard. It fills me up so perfectly. I love feeling you pulse inside me, feeling your hot cum fill me up."
Mac moaned, his hips still moving slowly, drawing out the last shudders of his orgasm. "Fuck, Liz, you're so fucking hot when you talk like that. So fucking filthy."
Liz grinned, her eyes sparkling with lust and love. "You bring it out in me, Mac. You make me want to be filthy, to be your dirty little slut.
To suck your cock and swallow every fucking drop of your cum."
Mac's cock twitched inside her at her words, a fresh wave of heat and lust coursing through his veins. He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and sat back on the couch. Liz followed, straddling him, her legs wide, her pussy still dripping with his release.
"Show me, Liz," Mac commanded, his voice low and primal. "Show me how much you love my cum."
Liz moaned, her hand immediately going to his cock, wrapping around the base and stroking him gently.
She looked down at him, her gaze filled with desire and a dark, filthy hunger that made Mac’s cock twitch in her hand.
"You want to see how much I love your cum, Mac?" Liz asked, her voice a low purr. "You want to see me swallow every last drop of it?"
Mac nodded, his breath hitching as Liz leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock. He groaned, his hips shifting as she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Liz sucked him in, her head bobbing low, taking him deeper down her throat. Mac hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair, his hips bucking slightly, driving himself further into her mouth. It was a filthy, dirty sight, seeing Liz’s mouth stretched wide around his cock, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him off.
He could feel the back of her throat, her gag reflex constricting around the base of his cock. He could see the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, her mascara smearing, her makeup running down her cheeks. It was a fucking vision, seeing her like this, so desperate, so eager to please him.
Mac couldn't help but groan at the sight, his cock twitching in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her face, to use her like the filthy little cocksucker she was. He wanted to bury himself down her throat, to feel her gag and choke on his cock.
"That's it, Liz," he growled, his grip on her hair tightening. "Take it all, you filthy little whore. Suck my cock like the dirty little slut you are."
Liz moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his balls.
She took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. Mac’s head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Fuck, Liz,” he growled, his hips thrusting upwards, driving his cock deeper down her throat. “You’re so fucking good at this, baby. Such a goddamn skilled little cocksucker.”
Liz hummed in response, her throat constricting around him as she gagged slightly. She pulled back, her nose and mouth filling with air, before slamming herself back down onto his cock.
Mac grunted, his cock hitting the back of her throat again, her gag reflex kicking in, but she held her ground, her eyes watering, tears leaking from the corners. You're taking it all, aren't you? You're taking every fucking inch of my cock down that throat of yours." Mac’s voice was a low growl, his fingers pulling her hair tight, controlling her movements. "You're such a good little cocksucker, Liz. Such a fucking dirty little slut."
Liz moaned around his cock, her body shaking with the effort of keeping her gag reflex at bay.
She nodded, taking deep breaths through her nose as she slid back down his shaft, her lips meeting his skin at the base. Mac couldn’t help but groan at the sight, the feel of her mouth and throat working his cock like a goddamn pro.
“Fuck, Liz, you’re so fucking tight around my cock,” he growled, his hips bucking upwards, pistoning his cock in and out of her throat. “Give me that shit you’re so good at. Gag on my fucking cock, baby.
Take it like the dirty little slut you are.” Liz obeyed, sliding her mouth back down his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat. She felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, making her gag, and she pushed through it, taking him even deeper. Her eyes watered and tears streamed down her face as she swallowed him down, her nose pressing against his skin.
Mac groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her in a brutal rhythm up and down his cock. He could feel her throat constricting around him, her gag reflex kicking in as she fought to take him deeper. “Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s it.
Take every fucking inch of my cock down that throat of yours, Liz. Make me feel you gagging on me, baby. Make me feel you struggle for air as you take me deeper. You’re a fucking champ, Liz. A goddamn champion cocksucker.”
Liz’s throat worked around him, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits. The sight of it was so fucking hot, Mac’s balls began to ache with the need to come again. He looked down at her, his eyes locked onto hers as she looked up at him, her eyes watering, her mascara running down her face in black streaks.
He felt his cock swell even more, his balls drawing tight as he watched her struggle to take him, watched her gag and choke on his cock.
“Fuck, Liz. You’re such a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” he growled, his hips snapping up, driving his cock deeper down her throat. “You love it, don’t you? You love being used like this, don’t you?”
Liz moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending electric shocks of pleasure straight to his balls. She pushed herself down his shaft again, her throat making wet, sucking noises as she took him deeper.
Mac watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as her eyes watered and her nose pressed against his pubic bone. He felt the back of her throat constrict around him, and he groaned, his hips jerking upwards, his cock fucking her face. Your throat is so tight. So fucking perfect," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. "Take it all, baby. Show me how much you love it when I use your face."
Liz moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him, sending shivers down his spine.
He could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight as her throat constricted and released around him. He looked down at her, her eyes watering, her mascara smeared, her makeup a mess, and he loved every fucking second of it. She was his filthy little slut, and she was taking his cock like a fucking champ.
“Fuck, Liz, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, his hips jerking as he felt the first pulse of his release.
“Swallow it all, baby. You know I love watching you take my cum down your throat.”
Liz hummed in response, her throat working around him as she took his cock deep, her nose pressed against his skin. Mac groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched her throat constrict around him, felt her swallowing his release.
“Fucking hell, Liz,” he growled, his hips pumping slowly, drawing out every last drop of his cum. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.
Swallow every last drop of my cum, Liz.” Mac’s voice was a low, guttural growl, his grip still tight in her hair. Liz moaned around his cock, her throat working, swallowing every spurt of his hot seed. She could feel his cock jerking, pulsing in her mouth, filling her throat with his cream.
“That’s my girl,” Mac groaned, his hips bucking upwards, ensuring that she took every last drop. Liz took it all, her throat relaxing completely as she swallowed him down. When he finally pulled out, her nose and mouth were filled with his scent, his cum.
She kept her eyes locked on his, licking her lips as if to savor the taste of him. Mac watched, his cock still twitching with aftershocks, as Liz licked her lips, her tongue darting out to catch any remnants of his seed.
"Fuck, Liz," he growled, his voice raw with emotion. "You look... fucking incredible when you're like this."
Liz smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust. "I know," she said, her voice a low purr. "I fucking love it when you use me like this, Mac.x