Danielle's Throat

The bedroom is already set.

Chair at the foot of the bed. Mia sits in it like the room was built around her. Adam lies back against the pillows, cock still wet from Danielle’s mouth, heavy on his stomach.

Mia points to Adam's cock.

“Mark. Take your wife’s head. Put her mouth on my husband. You use her throat. Not her pretty licking. Her throat. As deep as he needs. You don’t get shy because she’s your wife. You feed her that cock.”

Mark’s hands hover. He threads his fingers into Danielle’s hair. She opens without being told. Mark pushes her down onto Adam.

The first stroke is clumsy. Too much care. Danielle takes the head and Mark stops her there.

Mia’s voice cuts across the mattress.

“I said throat. Don’t treat her mouth like precious china. It is a hole for my husband to use.”

Mark pushes. Danielle gags hard. Adam’s cock punches into her throat and stays. Spit floods out around her lips and runs onto Adam’s hips. Mark holds her there because Mia’s eyes are on his hands, not on his conscience.

“That’s it. Use her. She’s a sleeve. You wanted to see her taken. Take her face and give it to him. Deeper. I want her nose on his stomach.”

Mark forces her down the rest of the way. Danielle’s throat convulses around the thick shaft. Her hands flutter on the sheet and do not push off. Mark pulls her up an inch and shoves her back. The sound is wet and ugly. Gluck. Gag. Wet again.

Mia talks from the chair, one knee over the other.

“Look at that marriage. Husband on his knees operating his wife’s skull. Wife choking on another man’s cock. That’s what you came for, Mark. Not a speech. This. Your hands in her hair. My husband’s cock stretching her throat. She’s drooling on our sheets because you are doing your job.”

Adam’s head tips back. He does not thrust yet. He lets Mark do the work.

“Faster,” Mia says. “She sucked him without hands in my living room. This is sloppier. This is you. Show me you understand your place. You get to run her mouth for the man who can actually fuck her.”

Mark finds a rhythm. Up. Down. Danielle’s mascara runs. Each time he sinks her, her throat bulges around Adam. Each time he lifts her, a string of spit connects her lip to the shaft. She coughs and Mark puts her back on it before she can make a sentence.

Mia’s commentary does not pause.

“That’s a married throat. That’s the mouth that sits across from you at breakfast. Right now it is full of Adam. She can taste her own cunt on him from earlier and the load she already swallowed and the spit she’s adding. You can hear how little air she gets. Good. A week without a proper fuck and now she can’t breathe. Keep her there. Hold her. I want her eyes rolling.”

Mark holds. Danielle’s fingers claw the duvet. Her throat works in helpless pulls around the cock. Adam groans.

“Let her up. Not off. Up. Then put her back. Deep. I want the ugly sound. I want you to feel her try to pull off and not let her. You asked to watch. Watching includes this. Your wife being used as a hole you aim.”

He does it. Long wet strokes now, using her the way Adam used her from behind, except the cock is in her face and the hands are her husband’s. Danielle is gone to it. Tears. Snot. Spit on her tits. Every time Mark buries her, her body jerks like she is still getting fucked between the legs.

Mia leans forward in the chair.

“Tell him thank you when you can breathe, Danielle. Not yet. Take it first. Mark, look at me. This is below even her. You are the man who puts his wife on another man’s cock and pumps her head. That’s the bottom of the hierarchy. Adam getting his throat. Me watching. Danielle gagging. You doing the labor. Don’t you dare get proud of the technique. There is no technique. There is obedience.”

Time stretches. Mia does not let it become brief. She makes them stay in it.

Mark’s arms shake. Danielle’s jaw is slack when she is lifted and tight when she is shoved down. Adam’s cock is a mess of spit. The wet slap of her lips hitting the base keeps time.

“Deeper than that. She has more throat. Use it. I want her to remember today every time she swallows water tomorrow. I want you to remember the weight of her skull in your hands while my husband filled her mouth. That’s your sex life tonight. That’s what you are good for.”

Danielle gags so hard her whole body jumps. Mark almost panics. Mia does not let him.

“Keep her on it. She wanted a real man. Real men use throats. You wanted to see her taken. Then take her face and give it to him until I get bored.”

He keeps going. A long time. Long enough that Danielle’s sounds flatten into wrecked noise. Long enough that Mark’s knees must hurt. Long enough that Adam’s stomach is shining and his hands have fisted the sheets.

Mia watches until she has had the picture she wanted.

Then she stands.

“Mark.”

He freezes with Danielle still sunk on Adam, nose against him.

“I have another job for you.”

Mark’s eyes lift, wet, waiting.

Mia looks at Danielle.

“Stop. Take your mouth off my husband’s cock.”

Danielle comes off him with a broken wet sound, a rope of spit hanging from her lip to the head. She stays on her knees, gasping, face ruined, while Mark’s hands are still in her hair like he forgot they belonged to him.

Mia walks closer.

“Let go of her. You’re done with that. I said I have something else for you.”