Earning Her Stripes

Elizabeth sniffed gingerly at Lamar's nutsack. Nastya's pussy. Nastya's perfume. He reeked of it. She snarled internally. She was no cuckquean.

Lamar was staring distantly at the monitors in the control room, his cock large but flaccid from Nastya's attentions. He reached down, absently petting Elizabeth, encouraging her to clean his cock. Instead, her tongue dipped down to his ass, pressing against the starred ring. Her big blue eyes stared into his.

"Oh fuck, baby girl," Lamar grunted as her skilled tongue worked his assring, coaxing his spent cock to life. When he was stiff, she stood up, turning away from him. Even in her 40s, she was strikingly beautiful, and she'd spent her time recently in the gym and salon. She'd rubbed cocoa butter into her assglobes, and they shined even under the dull lighting in the control room.

"I'm your baby girl," Elizabeth conceded. "I'm your ho. But I'm your wife, too, Lamar. And I ain't gonna be cucked by some Russian floozy."

She captured his cock into her wanton wet sex, sliding down until he was balls deep inside her. She milked his cock perfectly, both of them cumming simultaneously. And she knew she'd earned her stripes.