She grunts: “Maybe later…”

Her large hand picks your breast and pinches it hard. You yelp and she laughs.

“- How about my favorite little slut showing me how much she loves my big dick?”

She pinches harder. You can’t help but remember times where you did exactly that. It’s not as exciting as you imagined it to be, yet you can’t help but submit. You don’t want to ruin the mood and forgo the hard fucking you crave.

“- Come on bitch… suck my cock like the little slut you are, slobber on my large love machine!”

Well he’s being a bit gross, where is the sexy gone? Wait… He??? SHE!!!

This is bad. It seems your wish is altering your thought process. This is not what you had in mind…

You suddenly realize your mouth is trying to fit a very large penis as deep in your throat as you can. It feels like you can’t breathe and he (wait… she!) is not helping, pushing hard on the back of your head and grunting in unison with your partly involuntary moves. It kind of hurts your neck too.

“- You like that, bitch? Eat Daddy’s cock, little slut!”

Oh great. Here comes that fantasy. It’s kind of your fault, in a way. You suddenly shudder, as you realize you have no clue what you look like. You hope you look more like your wife used to than the air-headed bimbo teenage slut you often imagine while fucking her… but you’re suddenly very afraid. After all, the huge cock you’re currently fitting down your throat with what might be described as unpleasant but moderate effort is straight out of your fantasies… At least this is going to feel fantastic up your pussy, you think. The sudden wetness in your private parts is overpowering, as you rub your clitoris faster and faster while gagging on his girth.

Suddenly he tenses, grunts harder and holds your head strongly. You can feel him filling your throat with strong, salty jets of porn-worthy cum.

As he relaxes, you roll over, your pussy craving penetration… but your mind aware it’s suddenly unlikely. Meanwhile, you feel like spitting the cum away, washing your mouth, and crying with frustration at the same time. He (no… she!) gets up and stretches.

“- Well that was some blowjob, babe. You’re definitely the most amazing cocksucker I’ve ever met. Mind if I shower first? I got an important meeting again this morning.”

He doesn’t really expect an answer, as he makes his way around the bed. You roll your whole body over to hide your frustrated face in the pillows, but he takes that as a sort of invitation to slap your exposed buttcheeks. You yelp again, the sound muffled by the pillow. You realize this made you gulp the cum you’d been refraining to down, adding to the general feeling of frustration. You still need a fuck, by the way.

Completely oblivious to your plight, you can hear him chuckle on his way to the shower.