A New Life

They signed the papers that same afternoon. Warren made it quick. Christina got the house, the money, and full legal ownership of Josh’s body and what little remained of his mind. The drive home was quiet except for the wet sounds of Josh’s mouth on her fingers every time she fed him more of their earlier mess. He licked like a dog that had finally learned its only purpose.

By the time they pulled into the driveway the last scraps of his old clothes were gone. Christina had made him strip in the car. He walked into the house naked, thick cock swinging heavy between his thighs, muscles still faintly shiny with sweat and cum. The second the door closed behind them she pointed at the floor.

“Knees.”

Josh dropped so fast his heavy balls slapped against the hardwood. He looked up at her with that empty, eager smile, tongue already out, waiting.

Christina didn’t bother with the bedroom. She hiked her skirt, sat on the edge of the living-room couch, and spread her legs. Her cunt was still dripping his earlier load. She crooked a finger.

“Clean it up. Slow. Use your whole tongue. And keep that fat cock off the floor—I want it hard the entire time.”

Josh crawled forward on all fours, shoulders rolling, thick back flexing. He buried his face between her thighs like he’d been starving for hours. His broad tongue dragged through her folds in long, greedy strokes, scooping up every thick strand of his own cum and her slick. He moaned into her the whole time, wet and shameless, the vibration buzzing against her clit. His cock hung heavy and hard between his legs, twitching every time she called him dumb.

“That’s it,” she murmured, fingers sliding into his thick hair. “Good himbo. You don’t even remember what you used to be, do you?”

Josh pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny, chin dripping. “Uh-uh. Just… yours. Dumb. Cock for fucking. Tongue for cleaning. Please keep using me.”

She pushed his face back down and held him there while she rolled her hips, grinding her messy cunt all over his mouth and nose. He licked deeper, tongue fucking into her, scooping out more of the thick load he’d pumped into her at the office. Every time she clenched around his tongue he moaned louder, cock jumping and leaking a clear string onto the floor.

Christina came on his face the first time with a low, satisfied groan, thighs clamping around his head. Josh kept licking through it, greedy and mindless, until she finally shoved him back by the hair. His face was wrecked—shiny, red, eyes glassy with pure himbo bliss.

“Bedroom. Now. On your back. Hands under the pillow. Don’t touch that cock unless I say.”

Josh scrambled up the stairs on all fours, heavy balls swinging, cock bobbing and dripping. By the time Christina walked in he was already spread out on the bed like an offering—thick thighs open, abs tight, that ridiculous cock standing straight up against his stomach, the head dark and shiny. A thick bead of precum rolled down the shaft and pooled in the groove of his hip.

She stripped slowly, watching him watch her. His eyes tracked every inch of skin like it was the only interesting thing left in the world. When she finally climbed on top of him he made a soft, desperate sound.

Christina didn’t ease down. She grabbed the base of his cock, lined it up, and sank all the way in one long, wet slide. The stretch punched the air out of both of them. She stayed seated for a moment, feeling him throb inside her, thick and hot and perfect.

“Look at you,” she breathed, rocking her hips in slow circles. “Biggest cock I’ve ever had and the dumbest brain to go with it. You don’t even know how good you are at this, do you?”

Josh’s mouth hung open. His eyes had gone completely vacant. “N-no… just… feels good inside you. Please use it. Please ride your dumb cock.”

She started to fuck him properly.

Christina rose until only the fat head stretched her open, then dropped hard, taking every thick inch in one wet slap of skin. She set a deep, steady rhythm, hands braced on his heavy pecs, tits bouncing with every thrust. Josh stayed perfectly still under her except for the helpless little upward jerks of his hips every time she bottomed out. His cock felt even bigger than at the office—hotter, thicker, the ridge of the head dragging perfectly against her front wall on every stroke.

“Fuck—yes—” she hissed. “Just like that. Stay dumb and hard and deep. That’s all you’re good for now.”

Josh moaned like a whore. “Yes—only good for fucking—thank you—please cum on your himbo cock—”

She rode him harder. The wet sounds of her cunt taking him over and over filled the bedroom. Sweat started to shine on his thick chest. His cock kept pulsing inside her, leaking steadily, making everything filthier and louder. Christina leaned forward, braced one hand on the headboard, and used the other to slap his face—light at first, then harder. Every slap made his cock jump inside her and another thick pulse of precum spill out.

“You like that? Getting slapped while I use your cock like a toy?”

“Y-yes—please slap your dumb himbo—please use me harder—”

She did. She fucked herself on him until her thighs burned, until her cunt was making obscene wet sounds every time she dropped down, until she came with a sharp cry and clamped around him so tight he almost lost it. She stayed on him through the aftershocks, grinding in tight circles, milking his cock with her pulsing walls.

When she finally lifted off, a thick river of his precum and her cum slid out of her and dripped onto his abs. Josh stared at it like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Christina swung a leg over and turned around, presenting her ass and still-dripping cunt to his face while she leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth. The taste of both of them flooded her tongue. She sucked hard, bobbing, while she pushed her messy pussy back against his mouth.

“Clean it. And don’t you dare cum until I say.”

Josh’s tongue was on her instantly—broad, eager, mindless. He licked her open, scooped out every drop, then pushed his tongue deep while she sucked his cock. The dual sensation made him moan around her cunt, the vibration sending fresh sparks through her. Christina fucked her mouth down on him in long strokes, taking as much of that thick shaft as she could, saliva running down to his heavy balls. Every time she gagged a little he throbbed harder against her tongue.

She came on his face again with his tongue buried inside her, thighs shaking, grinding back against his mouth while she moaned around his cock. Only then did she pull off, spin around, and sink back down onto him facing him this time.

“Now you can fuck,” she said. “Hard. Deep. Like the dumb animal you are. But you still don’t get to cum until I say the word.”

Josh’s hands finally left the pillow. They clamped onto her hips hard enough to bruise and he started thrusting up into her with pure, mindless power. Every stroke was deep and brutal, the thick head punching against her cervix, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her ass. Christina braced herself on his chest and took it, moaning louder every time he bottomed out.

“That’s it—fuck—use that fat himbo cock—ruin your wife’s cunt—”

Josh’s face was pure vacant ecstasy. “Yes—ruining—your cunt—my only job—please let me fill you—please—”

She made him last. She rode the edge for long minutes, using his desperate thrusts, slapping his face whenever his rhythm faltered, calling him every filthy name she could think of. Dumb cock. Breeding slut. Empty-headed fuck-toy. Every insult made him harder, wetter, more frantic.

When she finally came the third time she clamped down hard and snarled the word.

“Now. Fill me. Breed your wife like a good dumb himbo.”

Josh came with a broken, grateful roar.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum pumped into her, pulse after pulse, so much it forced its way out around his cock almost immediately and ran down over his balls. He kept thrusting through it, trying to bury every drop as deep as possible, moaning thank-yous the entire time. Christina stayed on him until the last spasm faded, then slowly lifted off. A thick, creamy flood immediately slid out of her and pooled on his stomach.

She looked down at him—ruined, empty-eyed, still half-hard, covered in their mixed fluids—and smiled.

“Good boy.”

Josh just stared up at her with pure, worshipful vacancy, tongue slightly out, cock still twitching and leaking onto his abs.

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They didn’t leave the bedroom for the rest of the afternoon.

Christina made him eat her out again while she recovered, sitting on his face and grinding until she came a fourth time. Then she had him stand at the edge of the bed while she lay back and made him fuck her slow and deep, holding his hips and controlling every stroke. He lasted almost twenty minutes that time, eyes glassy, mouth open, thanking her every time she clenched around him. When she finally let him cum he flooded her again, hips stuttering, thick cock pulsing so hard she could feel every spurt.

Later she bent him over the edge of the bed and edged him for nearly an hour with her hand and mouth, never letting him finish, calling him her dumb, leaky himbo slut while he whimpered and dripped all over the sheets. When she finally let him fuck her from behind he was so desperate he came in under two minutes—but he stayed hard, and she made him keep going until she came again with his still-twitching cock buried deep.

By evening the sheets were destroyed. Josh lay on his back, thick body shiny with sweat and cum, cock still half-hard and resting heavy against his stomach. Christina straddled his chest and fed him her fingers one more time.

“You’re going to wake me up with your tongue every morning,” she told him. “You’re going to stay hard whenever I’m in the room. And if I ever catch you touching that cock without permission, I’ll lock it up and make you go a week without cumming. Understand?”

Josh’s eyes were pure empty devotion. “Yes, Christina. Tongue every morning. Cock always hard for you. Never touch without permission. I’m your dumb himbo. Please keep using me.”

She smiled, leaned down, and kissed his filthy mouth.

“Good. Now roll over. I want to sit on your face one more time before we sleep.”

Josh rolled over immediately, already spreading his thighs, already lifting his hips so his heavy cock and balls were on display. Christina settled her messy cunt over his mouth and sighed as his broad tongue started working again—slow, greedy, mindless.

Outside, the sun went down on their new life.

Inside, the only sounds were wet and grateful and endless.