She Was Getting That Dick, One Way Or Another
I had a man cold, and she wanted to fuck.
“Unless you’re giving out a titty-fuck with vapor rub, forget it.” I said. She ignored my refusal by taking off her top and tweaking her nipples with a soft moan. Here I am, on the brink of death and she’s only concerned with getting her rocks off one last time before I die of a man cold. She continues her seduction by sucking on her own nipples.
“You’re pure evil, you know that?” I said.
“I’ll make you feel better, don’t worry. And just because you don’t feel good doesn’t mean I can’t feel good, right?”
Typical selfish behavior. Does she not care of my health? My needs? I’m wrapped in three blankets with long johns; my skin is cold and clammy and I can’t stop sniffling. I look like raped albino, I’m so fucking pale. None of this deters her as she climbs on the bed, stark naked, pulling the layers of blankets and clothes off me.
“I’m pretty sure this could be considered rape. No means no. Isn’t that what they teach?” I said as she mounts me.
“I’ll just sit on it for a bit. You won’t have to do anything.”
“Try using that excuse in court. You’ll be burned at the cross for this.”
She guides her self on to me, slowly rocking back and forth.
“What would Jesus think, Katherine?” I said.
“Mmmmmm….”. She moans. “ See, now doesn’t that feel good?”
Before I could answer she pins my arms down and shoves her tits in my face. I can hardly breath as she forces a nipple in my mouth like I’m a hungry baby. I don’t have the strength or energy to fight. I’ve all but come to terms that this is how I’ll die; suffocated by my wifes tits while she has her way with my corpse. Just as I’m about to pass out from lack of oxygen, she raises herself, popping the tit out of my mouth allowing me to gasp for a breath. She grabs the head board for leverage and begins to ride my dick like a woman possessed; letting me know exactly what she wants.
“You better fucking cum… Cum god damnit. Cum in my fucking pussy. Do it! Cum — In — Me!” She said through gritted teeth.
It was amazing to watch. So much power; so much aggression. I wanted to play along but I was still trying to catch my breath from being suffocated and all I could think about was my horrible cotton mouth.
“Water…” I say in a wheezing, raspy voice.
“Not until you fucking cum!” She says, looking directly into my eyes still thrusting with all her might. “Cum! Cum in me. Do it!” She demanded.
She wasn’t taking no for an answer; I couldn’t help but oblige. Just as I came, she rewarded herself with a body shaking orgasm that left her breathless and convulsing on top of me.
“Who are you and what have you done with my wife?” I ask.
She exhales a sigh of relief, giggling as she dismounts my pale, lifeless body.
“I hope you’re happy.” I said. “I’m pretty sure you have aids now.”
“Not funny, Philip.”
“Well, neither is rape but I think we’re past that.”
“Get some rest — round two is later.” She said with a wink.
“The cops will be here before you get the chance. I have the forensic evidence all over me.”
She throws a baby wipe at me and leaves me naked — shivering on the bed.
I had been used like a piece of meat — a human dildo. She only wanted me for my cock. And cum, apparently. She made that very clear.
Is this what being a whore feels like? If so, I can’t wait for it to happen again. Fucking amazing! I don’t know what got into her, and I honestly don’t care. If me, being sick and on the brink of death is what gets her in the mood to ride me like a jockey at the Kentucky Derby, then I’ll be foregoing my next flu shot.
