SLAP! “Not good enough. I wanna hear you say it. Repeat after me, and if you leave out a single word, you will fucking regret it. My wife fucks other men because I have a tiny, pathetic little dick and can’t satisfy her, so she needs to sleep with real men with big cocks.”
“I can’t remember all that!”
SLAP! “You better concentrate!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The burning of my ass helped my memory real quick, and I blurted out those humiliating words as if I’d thought of them myself.
“Geeze. That was only the first question. If it takes you that long to give the right answer every time, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week!” She laughed. “Now, tell me, are you allowed to fuck your wife?”
“No.”
WHACK! “I don’t like one word answers. Complete sentences bitch. Try again!” She slapped my ass several more times.
“No, I’m not allowed to fuck my wife.”
“Is that because she has no use for your pitiful little cock?”
“Yes.”
She slapped my ass again.
“Yes, I’m not allowed to fuck my wife because she doesn’t like my pitiful little cock.”
“What are you good for then?” My wife inquired.
“Eating your pussy?”
“Yes, you are good for that. How about eating my pussy after another man cums inside of it?”
I repeated her statement back to her, and she led the way as I parroted her statements about what I was good for “How about holding my legs up while my boyfriends fuck me? How about licking my ass? How about sucking my toes?”
I responded in the affirmative to everything until I heard, “How about sucking my boyfriends cocks to get them hard for me?”
“What!?!”
“You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”
My silence earned me a brutal bare handed spanking that lasted nearly a full thirty seconds until I finally blurted out, “Yes, I will suck your boyfriends cocks and get them hard for you!”
“Good answer, bitch,” Kimshe rubbed some of the sting out of my beet red ass.
“You’ll do anything I tell you, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll do anything you tell me.”
“Because you’re my little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m your little bitch.”
“Why are you wearing women lingerie, bitch?”
“Because you told me too.”
She spanked my ass some more. “Or is it because you’re not a man? Is it because you’re a girl?”
I hesitated to respond and once again got my ass spanked.
“Yes, it’s because I’m a girl,” my response made the spanking stop.
“Are you my husband, or are you my wife?”
“I’m your wife,” I quickly answered, knowing what she expected to hear.
“Good girl. You’re all done. You can pull your panties up now, bitch.” she grinned like she’d just won a major victory over my self esteem, which she had.
It had been terribly difficult to keep my grip on the chair and not shield my ass from her harsh spankings, but I’d managed to do it, and now I got to choose what she’d take off next. After all I’d already endured just to get five minutes of intimacy with my wife, no way was I going to back out now. I was fully focused on getting her naked. I rubbed my burning ass cheeks thoroughly before pulling up my panties.
She slapped me for standing up too long, so I quickly sunk to my knees, where she forced me to open my mouth so she could spit in it. Then she asked what I wanted her to take off.
I wanted to see her perfect little tits so badly, but I knew once the top came off, she’d still have a bra on underneath. But with her panties gone, if I chose the skirt, everything between the bottom of her shirt and the tops of her stockings would be exposed — her beautiful pussy and sexy little ass, in full view. I chose the skirt.
My wife smiled seductively and put on a show of removing her skirt. At first she teased me, swaying her hips and doing a little dance as she’d lift it up and show me what was underneath and let it fall back down, slowly unzipping the back, letting it slide down inch by inch, as I watched, slack-jawed and half in a trance, until she finally let it hit floor, scooped it up with her foot and tossed it right at my face.
“Is this what you want?” she teased me some more, bringing her shaven pussy with in an inch of my face, and showing it off for me.
“Oh god yes. That’s what I want, baby,” I pleaded.
“Kiss it.”
I puckered my lips and planted a soft wet smooch on her pussy lips.
“Kiss it goodbye, is what I meant,” she giggled, as she pushed my face away and slapped me. “Maybe if you beg a little, I’ll give you a taste. Go ahead, bitch, beg me for a taste of this pussy.”
And beg I did, like a peasant at the feet of my queen. She made me get down on all fours, and kiss her feet while I begged her to let me taste her pussy. She made me lick her shoes while I begged some more. At one point she made me suck on the heel of her shoe. Finally she allowed me to sit upright on my knees, as she pressed her treasure against my lips.
“I like watching you beg, bitch. I’m going to give you three licks. Go ahead now, taste it.”
“Thank you,” I said, before taking my three, long, slow licks the entire length of her slick crease to her clit. Her soft moans hinted that she might let me get away with more. I tried to take a fourth lick, hoping she was in enough pleasure to cease counting, but instead, she slapped in me in the face and made me stick out my tongue so she could spit on it.
“That’s all you get for now. Maybe if you make it to the end of our little game, you’ll get another taste. But I’ll tell you what you can have instead.” She turned around and gave her ass a little spank, before backing it up into my face. “I want you to kiss my ass.”
I did as told, and she told me to do it again, and again.
“Worship my hot, sexy little ass, bitch. Kiss and lick every single inch of it.”
I started trying to cover every inch of her tight sexy ass with kisses, but she demanded more.
“Don’t hold out on me, bitch. Get your fucking face in there!” she put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face in between her cheeks. “Get that tongue to work, and lick it out good!”
My wife began telling me dirty stories of the many men she’d allowed to fuck her in the ass. For several minutes I listened to her describe the raunchy details of her anal sexcapades while I licked her asshole. I was warned not to stop or I’d regret it. I believed her, and I had no intention of stopping, until she finally pushed me away.
“I hope you enjoy the taste of my ass, bitch. Because you’re going to be doing that daily, from now on. And I can promise you there will be a fresh helping of cum in there for you to clean out!” she perched herself on the dresser and dangled her feet in front of my face.
“Ok, bitch, since you were a good girl and properly worshipped my ass, I’ll let you have another piece of my wardrobe. You have my permission to remove my shoes.”
I was hoping she’d take of her shirt next, but the shoes would still bring me closer to my ultimate goal. I was half way there, I thought, as I carefully undid the straps of her shoes and removed them from her shapely feet.
Kim raised her legs and began rubbing her silk-stocking-clad feet all over my face. “Since you’re down there, you might as well be worshiping my pretty little feet. Kiss them, bitch. Lick them, slowly, yes, just like that, now suck my toes!”
My wife fed me her dainty little toes, pressing her foot further and further into my mouth, until she had wedged as much of her foot into my mouth as she could. As I sucked the toes of both feet, she casually puffed a cigarette and continued to lambaste me with degrading remarks. But I didn’t let them discourage me from doing a good job at my task of worshipping her feet, I was still focused on my goal of getting her naked.
She commanded me to slowly and carefully remove one of her stockings, so that I could clean her foot with my tongue. I was made to lick every inch of her foot, including in between her toes, while she described in detail how she planned to make me hold her legs for her as her lovers fucked her, how I’d be sitting beside them, sucking on her toes as another man fucked her married pussy.
When I’d cleaned one foot, she made me carefully put her stocking back on, slowly sliding it back up her long smooth legs, before removing the other stocking to repeat the process on the other foot, and once again, I was ordered to put her stocking back on when I finished.
I was a little confused as to why I had to put the stockings back on, when I thought worshipping her feet was to earn me another piece of her clothing.
“Hmmm, do you think that was enough to earn you another piece of my ensemble?” My wife grinned devilishly. “If you ask me, licking my feet is a privilege, you should thank me. So…why don’t I hear you thanking me?” she slapped me in the face again.
“Thank you for letting me lick your feet.”
“You’re welcome, bitch. You did do a good job though, so I suppose I could take something off for you. Just do me one more small little favor. Stand up, bend over and grab the back of the chair.”
“Are you going to spank me again?” I asked, as I carried out her instructions.
“Does it matter? You just do it because I told you to like a good bitch. None of your concern what I plan to do with you.” My wife gave my ass a few hard slaps, then I felt something cold running down the crack of my ass.
“What the…? What is that?” I began to worry.
