Test her aversion to cocks

"And this supposes to test what...?" the woman questioned as she licked the smegma off his cock in disgust. Her face contorted in revulsion, but she continued the degrading act, her mind bizarrely accepting the premise of this "inspection."

George couldn't believe what was happening. The power was real. He'd just made up some bullshit about testing her attraction to sucking cock, and despite her obvious doubts, she was actually doing it. His bloated body quivered with excitement as he watched her pretty face against his unwashed genitals.

"It is to test whether you love enjoying cocks other than your husband's," George explained with authority, his voice taking on a clinical tone despite the depravity of the situation. "This is a standard procedure in infidelity inspection."

The woman pulled back momentarily, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his foul-smelling member. "I certainly do not," she insisted as she reluctantly took the crown into her mouth again. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to genuinely analyze her feelings about the act—trying to determine whether she enjoyed other men's cocks as George had suggested—but the rancid taste and smell made bile rise in her throat.

"That is for me to examine," George declared imperiously. "Now take it deeper. The test requires full oral submission to be conclusive."

Tori—that was her name, George had learned—grimaced but complied, forcing his thick shaft deeper into her unwilling mouth. Her eyes watered as she gagged on his girth.

"All the way, Tori," George commanded, grabbing a handful of her silky blonde hair and pushing her head down. "If you resist the inspection, it's an automatic fail. Do you want to be listed as an unfaithful wife without even completing the test?"

"Nnngh—NO!" she managed to gurgle around his cock, panic in her eyes at the thought of being officially branded as unfaithful.

"That's what I thought," George sneered, his sweaty palm pressing against the back of her head, forcing another inch of his unwashed penis into her straining mouth. "Now, the proper inspection technique requires throat penetration."

The absurdity of the claim would have been laughable in any other context, but George's Infidelity Inspector powers made the ridiculous sound plausible to Tori's manipulated mind. She struggled but tried to relax her throat, tears streaming down her face as George's cock pushed past her gag reflex.

"GLURK! HURRKK!" Tori choked violently as George's hips thrust forward, his flabby stomach jiggling with the movement.

"That's it," he groaned, relishing both her physical discomfort and mental confusion. "The deeper you take it, the more accurate the results."

Tori's mascara ran down her cheeks in black rivulets as she fought against her body's natural rejection of having her airway blocked. Her hands pushed instinctively against George's thighs, but he tsked in disapproval.

"Pushing away shows resistance to the procedure," he warned, his tone serious despite the absurdity. "Resistance indicates guilt. Are you guilty of wanting other men's cocks, Tori?"

She frantically shook her head, causing her throat to spasm around his invading member. The sensation made George moan loudly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Good, good," he panted, his grip tightening in her hair. "Now let's test your gag reflex response. It's a key indicator of infidelity potential."

With that, he began brutally face-fucking her, pulling her onto his cock with one hand while using the other to grope her breast through her blouse. Tori's throat bulged obscenely with each thrust, her gagging intensifying as George's unwashed balls slapped against her chin.

"HRRRLLLK! GUUHK! PLZZZZ!" Tori made unintelligible sounds of distress, her hands now grabbing at his wrists, trying to create some space to breathe.

George looked down at her with cruel satisfaction. Her pretty face—the same face that had looked at him with disgust earlier—was now a mess of tears, saliva, and smeared makeup. Her lips were stretched painfully around his girth, and her once-immaculate hair was disheveled in his greasy grip.

"Your resistance levels are concerning," George stated matter-of-factly, continuing to thrust. "We'll need to proceed to the next phase of testing after this oral examination."

Tori's eyes widened in alarm, but she couldn't protest with her mouth stuffed full of his cock. George felt his climax approaching and increased his pace, his heavy breathing filling the hallway.

"The final—UGH—part of this test—FUCK—requires me to—SHIT—deposit the inspection fluid—UNGH—directly into your throat," he gasped between thrusts. "Any spillage will be marked as a failure!"

With a guttural groan, George hilted himself fully in Tori's abused throat and began to cum, his cock pulsing as it shot rope after rope of thick semen directly down her esophagus. Tori had **** but to swallow, her throat working reflexively as her oxygen-deprived brain screamed for air.

"Swallow it ALL!" George commanded, grinding his pubic bone against her nose. "Every inspector's drop!"

When he finally released her head, Tori fell backward, gasping desperately for air, coughing and sputtering as traces of his semen dripped from her nostrils. Her face was a catastrophe of smeared makeup, tears, and bodily fluids.

"Preliminary results are inconclusive," George announced, tucking his softening cock back into his stained boxers. "We'll need to continue the inspection inside your apartment. Further tests are required."

Tori looked up at him in horror, still trying to catch her breath. "More... tests?" she wheezed.

George nodded solemnly. "Oh yes. Many more. The inspection has only just begun."