Humiliates Remy

Remy kneels.

Adam’s cock hangs in front of her face, thick and wet. Mia takes it in her hand and strokes him slowly, base to head, using Remy’s spit.

“Beg.”

Remy looks up. The old tilt is gone. Her voice is already small.

“Please.”

“Not like a coworker asking for a favor. Like a bitch in heat. You want that cock, you ask for it the way you actually want it.”

Remy’s throat works. “Please let me have it. Please put it in my mouth. I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it. I need it.”

Mia strokes him in front of Remy’s eyes. The head passes an inch from Remy’s lips and does not go in.

“Need what.”

“Your husband’s cock. Please. Mia. Please let me suck it. Please let him fuck me. I was lying. I can’t— I haven’t—”

“There it is,” Mia says. “Keep going. Truth. All of it.”

Remy’s eyes shine. She watches Mia’s fist move on the shaft she is not allowed to touch.

“I haven’t handled what I said I handled. I haven’t taken bigger. I talked. That’s all I did. The men I bragged about were not this. I got through nights on my mouth and my attitude and I called it experience. I haven’t had a cock like that in my throat until tonight. I haven’t been fucked the way you described. I lied at work. I lied in your living room. I wanted to look bigger than you.”

Mia thumbs the wet slit and smears it along Remy’s lower lip, then takes it away.

“And now.”

“Now I’m on my knees in your bedroom begging for it.” Remy’s voice breaks. “Please. I’m wet. I’ve been wet since he used my throat. I want him in my mouth. I want him in my cunt. I’ll say it. I get his cock because you permit it. I’m a slut who fucks married men because their wives order it. Please stop stroking him and give him to me. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll shut up. I’ll take it however you want.”

Adam’s breathing has gone rough. Mia keeps the same slow pace, putting on a show an inch from Remy’s face.

“Again. Filthier.”

Remy leans forward until Mia’s knuckles almost bump her mouth.

“Please let that cock use me. Please let him stretch my cunt. Please let him fuck my throat again. I can’t stop looking at it. I’m a lying bitch from your office and I need your husband’s cock in me. Please, Mia. Please. I’m begging. Just let me have it. Please let me have it.”

She is shaking. The words keep coming, messy, hungry, stripped of the cubicle voice.

“I want him to ruin me. I want you to watch. I want to feel why you walked into work sore. I never took it like that. I never took him. I was performing. Please let him use me. Please.”

Mia feels Adam thicken hard in her fist.

“That’s enough.”

Remy’s mouth opens on instinct.

“No,” Mia says. “Mouth closed. Hands on your thighs. Don’t move.”

Remy clamps her lips shut. Her palms hit her thighs and stay there.

Mia aims him.

Adam cums with a groan.

The first rope hits Remy’s cheek. The second stripes her mouth. Mia keeps stroking, pumping him through it, laying thick pulses across Remy’s nose, her eyelids, her closed lips, her chin. Remy flinches and does not break the pose. Cum slides down toward the corner of her mouth and she does not lick it. She does not lift her hands. She stays kneeling, marked, shaking, while Adam empties on her face in front of his wife.

The last twitch smears across her lower lip. Mia holds him there until he is done.

Remy is still. Mouth closed. Hands on her thighs. Adam’s load cooling on her skin.

Mia looks down at her.

“Don’t wipe it. Don’t swallow what drips. Don’t move.”

Remy’s eyes are wet and wide.

Mia lets Adam’s cock rest, still heavy, still close to the mess he made.

“That was the beginning,” she says. “The night is long.”