Kendall makes comparisons and promises. And she pays.

She licks him, sucking up the last of his sperm before kissing his crown and letting him fall. James’ fat cock slaps his thighs as she releases him to cup her breasts and rub his semen in. There are no towels there, and yesterday left her stinking of him, too. She sees no reason not to wear his cum home and shower before picking up Jackson and the girls. Her nipples ache when she touches them, but she is glad that her limbs still work.

The orgasm that his orgasm triggered was powerful but manageable and remains nothing compared to how it feels to have him deep inside of her. She is grateful for it all the same and finds herself looking on his dick with increasing affection. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that she still hates James, but she is warming up to his dick very quickly.

James seems to take note of this and wags himself in her face until she notices. Smiling, she kisses his cockhead again and even makes a show of sucking him into her mouth while he sneers. “Glazed you like a donut, didn’t I?”

Kendall, tickling his glans with her tongue, laughs. “Mmhmm.” She looks down her sticky body and wonders how she will ever get the smell out in time. Then, rubbing herself with his sperm, she realizes that Jackson may just have to come home to a cum-soaked girlfriend.

“Cuck ever come on you like this?”

Kendall laughs thoughtlessly, still drunk on James and not sobering any time soon. Kissing his cock one last time, she answers, “No, James. I’ve never let him come on me. I’ve never let anyone come on me before. Only you.”

“Fucking nasty,” he says. Taking her by the head, he pulls her to him and wags his limp dick at her again. Extending her tongue, she leaves her mouth open to let him cocksmack her lips and tongue. James laughs as he does it and then stuffs her mouth with his dick. “Does he come like me at all, though? Whose cum do you like more?”

“Mm.” Kendall slurps him and then stares at his thick shaft hanging in her face. “The cuck’s cum is nothing like yours,” she says absently. “You come a lot more, and it’s much thicker and tastier than his.”

“Damn right it is.” James slaps her mouth one last time with his dick before moving to pull his briefs on. As he dresses, Kendall regards her reflection in the mirror. Dropping her breasts, she watches them sway and shine, still sticky with semen. She rubs her thighs and her belly, and she does her best to clean her hair before standing. Her face is the biggest mess so far, but she gathers his semen and from there and rubs it on her thighs to clear it off.

As she does, James comes up behind her and swats her ass. Grabbing her by the hair, he holds her in place and stares in the eyes through the mirror. “Look at you, Kendall. I dated you for two years, and I know from experience that you ain’t never been this wet before. No matter what I did before, and no matter what I do after, you’re my slut. There is no arguing that.”

Kendall, staring at her reflection, at her puffy nipples, at her glossy skin, at her lust-glazed eyes and her dripping pussy, she knows he is right. She hates him, and she hates the truth, but she cannot hide from it.

He releases her hair and holds her by the neck. His fingers are tight around her throat, not enough to hurt her but to give him power over her. Kendall chokes quietly and holds him by the wrist, but she does nothing to fight him. Instead, she silently tries to fight her arousal. Behind her, James’ big body looms. “But a slut ain’t no good to me if I can’t fuck her. Which is why you’re going to get yourself waxed, right?”

Kendall whines. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” James releases her and gathers their things. Standing by the changing room door, he frowns. “The fuck you waiting for? Hurry up!”

“Sorry!” Kendall moves quickly, throwing her clothes on and following James out of the changing room. The employees notice but say nothing, and Kendall follows at his heels to the register. There, she pays, and then she hands off her keys again while carrying the bags out to the car.

James drives them back and parks. Leading Kendall by the hair, he has her walk him to his truck. There, she kneels by the side of the street to kiss his crotch one last time before whispering a goodbye. James swats her pussy once before sending her back to her car. As he pulls away, Kendall feels herself feeling empty. With the thrill of betrayal gone, she is alone with her guilt and has nothing to erase it.

Today, James kept her late, and so she doesn’t have time to shower before picking up Jackson. So, she changes and leaves almost immediately, arriving late to get Jackson because she stops to call and make an appointment to get waxed before calling him out. The appointment, to her frustration and embarrassment, is two days out, meaning that she will have to see James at least one more time with hair on her body.

The evening passes slowly after that, and everything feels empty. Jackson asks about the smell of her skin, and she passes it off as sweat. He asks about the living room when they get home, and she playfully teases him, saying how she had cheated on him and calling him a cuck. He gets angry, but he gets over it, and by the end of the night he is asleep as Kendall lies awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling angry and alone and hungering for James’ dick.

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