She needs to earn it

Lana looks at Adam, then at the girl in the center of the rug.

“She hasn’t earned your cock in her cunt,” she says. “Not yet. She worships it first. Then she gets fucked with it. That’s how I want my husband to start the night.”

Adam’s mouth curves. He does not argue.

“Kneel,” Lana tells Kyler.

Kyler goes down. The dress pools. She looks up, confused and already hungry, the woman who picked her up at the gym now standing over her like the room belongs to her.

Lana steps in front of Adam. She unzips him herself. She takes his cock out, thick, heavy, already hard from the circling, and holds it at the base so Kyler can see what she described in a locker room.

“Open.”

Kyler opens.

Lana feeds the head between her lips.

“Worship it,” she says. “Not a snack. My husband’s cock. Hands on it. Mouth on it. You don’t get it in your cunt until you’ve treated this properly. Lick it. Kiss it. Suck it like you meant what you said at the gym.”

Kyler wraps a hand around the shaft and takes him deeper. She is sloppy almost at once. Spit. Tongue under the ridge. A moan she cannot keep in her chest. Adam’s hands stay at his side. Lana is the one directing.

“That’s it,” Lana says, glasses steady, voice filthy. “Look at her. Gym girl on her knees for my husband. She got wet when I told her the size. Now she has it in her mouth. Slow, Kyler. Kiss the head. Lick down. Use both hands. You wanted to be used. Start by adoring the cock that’s going to use you.”

Kyler does it. She kisses the head, licks the vein, takes him until her eyes water, pulls off to breathe, goes back. A long time. Spit runs down his balls. She strokes what she cannot swallow and sucks what she can. Lana talks over every wet sound.

“Good girl. That’s my husband’s cock you’re drooling on. Not a boyfriend. Not a trainer. And I’m the one who put it in your mouth. Deeper. Show him you can worship. I want it shining. I want your lipstick gone. I want you aching to have it lower and knowing you don’t get that until I say you’ve earned it.”

Kyler gags and stays. Adam’s jaw is tight. His cock throbs on her tongue.

Lana watches until the worship has gone on long enough to be a lesson.

“Now fuck her throat,” she tells him. “She’s done kissing it. Use her. Cum in her mouth. I want my husband’s load in her mouth before she ever gets it in her cunt.”

Adam takes Kyler’s head.

He fucks her throat the way he likes it. Deep. Wet. No lesson left. The head punches the back of her mouth and then further, her lips stretched, spit flooding, the ugly gluck of it filling the living room. Kyler’s hands fall to his thighs. She takes it. She gags. She takes it again.

“That’s it,” Lana says. “Use her throat, husband. She asked to be dominated. Give it to her. Don’t pull out. When you finish, she swallows. That’s the worship. That’s the price of your cock.”

He lasts until Kyler’s mascara has run and her chin is a mess. Then he shoves to the root and cums.

Thick pulses down her throat. Kyler chokes and swallows because Lana told her to and because there is nowhere else for it to go. Some of it leaks at the corner of her mouth. Adam holds her there until the last twitch, then lets her off.

Kyler sits back on her heels, gasping, lips swollen, his cum on her tongue.

Lana looks down at her through the glasses.

“Do you think you’ve earned the right to have my husband’s cock in your cunt?”