Stacy’s Mouth

Stacy remained on her knees on the studio carpet, the black dress pulled up to her waist and the high heels still on. Victor’s cock stood thick, veiny, and heavy just a few centimeters from her face. The smell was intense, masculine, completely different from anything she had ever known with Sam. Her heart was pounding. A part of her — the old village Stacy — wanted to get up and run. The other part, the new one, the one who had accepted the dress and the chains, was soaked and trembling with anticipation.

Victor stroked her hair with one hand and held her chin with the other, forcing her to look at him.

“Open your mouth, whore,” he ordered in a deep voice. “And don’t close your eyes. I want you to look at the camera while you suck my cock. Imagine it’s Sam on the other side. Imagine your poor husband is watching you swallow my dick.”

Stacy swallowed hard and opened her mouth. Victor pushed the thick, hot head between her lips. The taste was bitter and salty. Stacy let out a muffled moan as she felt it fill her mouth all at once.

Victor let out a low laugh.

“Look at her… my nephew’s wife, the sweet village girl, with her mouth full of her uncle’s cock. What a beautiful sight.”

Lila handled the censorship: thick pink fog, hearts, pink hearts and the words **“Beta not Allowed”** covering almost the entire cock. Only the thick shape entering Stacy’s mouth and the expression on her face could be guessed.

Victor started moving his hips slowly, pushing deeper.

“Stick out your tongue. Lick under the head. That’s it… good little slut. Now look at the camera. Smile a little. I want Sam to see how much you like it.”

Stacy raised her eyes to the lens, glassy and stretched around Victor’s cock. Tears of effort began to form at the corners of her eyes. Victor gripped her hair harder and pushed all the way to the back, making Stacy choke.

“Swallow, darling. Swallow all that spit. Don’t waste any of it. Sam only gives you scraps… I’m going to give you something real.”

Stacy let out a muffled moan and obeyed, swallowing around the cock. Victor pulled almost all the way out and gave her a couple of soft taps on the cheek with the tip.

“Say it. Tell the camera you like my cock more than your husband’s.”

Stacy, her voice hoarse and saliva dripping down her chin, looked at the lens:

“I… I like Victor’s cock more… than Sam’s…”

Victor smiled with satisfaction.

“Louder. And add that Sam is a pathetic cuckold.”

“Sam is… a pathetic cuckold,” Stacy repeated, blushing to her ears, but her voice trembling with arousal.

The image showed Stacy with her mouth open, tip inside, about to swallow all the cock again. The pink censorship was even more aggressive, but the thickness and shape were perfectly clear.

Victor pushed back into her mouth, this time deeper and faster. Stacy choked again, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary: she started moving her head herself, sucking harder, more desperately.

“Look at her… she’s getting addicted. The village girl who had never sucked a real cock can’t stop now. Do you realize, Stacy? This is what you are. A whore who needs to be used.”

Stacy moaned around the cock, her eyes fixed on the camera. Every time Victor pushed to the back, she tried to swallow, tried to take more. Tears ran down her cheeks, but her pussy was soaked and throbbing.

Victor held her head with both hands and started truly fucking her mouth, with short, deep thrusts.

“Imagine Sam is watching you right now,” he whispered. “Imagine his face while he sees you swallowing his uncle’s cock. Imagine how he’s stroking that pathetic little dick of his while you choke on this one.”

Stacy let out a long, muffled moan. The idea was destroying her… and turning her on even more.

Stacy with almost the entire cock in her mouth, cheeks hollowed, teary eyes looking straight at the camera. The pink censorship covered most of it, but the depth and the expression of absolute submission were unmistakable.

Victor pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet sound. Stacy gasped, saliva dripping down her chin and neck.

“Open wide. I want you to take it all the way this time. And don’t close your eyes. I want Sam to see you choking on my cock.”

Stacy opened her mouth as wide as she could. Victor pushed to the limit, the tip brushing her throat. Stacy choked hard, but she didn’t pull away. Victor held her there for several seconds, staring at her.

“Swallow. Swallow like a good married whore.”

Stacy swallowed around the cock, tears streaming down her face. When Victor released her, she coughed and gasped, but immediately opened her mouth again, as if she couldn’t stop.

Victor stroked her cheek with the head, smearing her with saliva and precum.

“Next photo. I want you to look at the camera while you suck me to the end. Imagine Sam is looking you straight in the eyes. Imagine he knows exactly what you’re doing.”

Stacy raised her eyes to the lens, with an expression of complete submission and desire. She opened her mouth and took Victor’s cock as deep as she could, sucking hard, her hands resting on his thighs.

The image was devastating even with the censorship: Stacy on the floor, mouth full, eyes fixed on the camera, the expression of a woman who was deeply enjoying what she was doing. The pink fog and the word **“YUMMY”** covered the most explicit parts, but left no doubt.

Victor gripped her hair and started fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm, deeper, more aggressive.

“That’s it… good little slut. Swallow. Imagine Sam is watching you. Imagine his cuckold face while you swallow his uncle’s cock. Do you like it, Stacy? Do you like knowing he’s touching himself right now while he watches you?”

Stacy could only moan around the cock, her teary eyes fixed on the camera. Every thrust from Victor made her feel dirtier… and more alive.

Victor pushed all the way one last time and stayed still, breathing hard.

“Swallow everything I give you,” he ordered.

Stacy obeyed.