Roger sets Becky straight

Mr. Marsh stumbles to the door, bowed and shaky. As he stands in the frame he addresses Roger a last time, begs his forgiveness and silently closes the door to the Carmines room.

A twitch runs through Rogers cock and Becky has to do a double take. There is … “more” of her husband than she remembers. Two if not three inches more than she remembers. If she was already hot before she is boiling now. Becky never complained about her husbands endowment, but this is positively mouthwatering. Tentatively she draws her hands up Rogers thighs.

Huskily Becky addresses her beloved, “ That was –“

“-nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Don’t you have bigger, more important things to attend to?”, Roger interrupts her, showing the faintest of smirks.

Becky almost swoons at her husbands innuendo. He practically told me “less thinking and more sucking”, only classier, Becky muses. Let’s see how long he can keep that classiness.

“Things to attend to? What ever would you mean?”, Becky answers, almost using Rogers dick as a microphone. Her warm breath on his member makes it twitch again, nearly hitting Beckys face.

“Like you wouldn’t know”, he puts his left hand in Beckys hair and pets her face with his right. She purrs into his affectious strokes. Didn’t I want to draw him out? To make him rough? This is anything but.

“Hmmm, Mister, I have no idea what you’re talking about. But those strokes are nice, let’s do that some more and go to bed”, Becky challenges him.

Rogers smirk immediately turns into a growl, his right hand stops petting her and his left tightens its grip in her hair. His eyes almost glow at her.

“What do you think I’m talking about?”, he asks her, so slow as if he was speaking to a child and with a strange menacing undertone.

“You…you asked me to suck your cock”, Becky shudders and can’t find it in herself to keep playing her game. Something about him forces her to comply. He’s in control.

“And what do you answer if I want something from you? If I want ANYTHING from you?”

“Yes”, she answers instantly.

“Oh, aren’t you sweet”, his smirk has returned, ”but that isn’t how you answer me. I’m gonna help you out dearie, you are pretty slow today. Even for your standards. So how do you address me, the man you swore to love, cherish and OBEY?”

“S-Sir?”, if Becky wasn’t on her knees already, she would fall down to them right now. The way her husband talked down to her, so condescending, so patronizing, so … manly. She felt herself trickling down the insides of her legs.

“You know what? That will suffice for the moment, I’ll educate you more tomorrow, that should take some time. For now you have a job to do, so open up.”

Beckys jaw had dropped before Roger finished his sentence. Roger answers her with a chuckle and resumes stroking her cheek.

“Much better. So, do I have to tell you every step of the way or do you know what comes next?”

“Yeesh Shuur, I duuh”, Becky doesn’t dare close her mouth. Instead she lowers her head and inhales the tip of his cock. As his cockhead fully rests on her tongue, she starts drooling around it and spit dribbles down her breasts.

Becky has a hard time to comprehend what her senses are telling her. Until now Rogers eyes drew her senses away from what was right under her nose, but now she flutters with new impressions. Her tongue and her nose are overwhelmed by an unfamiliar aroma. An earthy flavor overcomes her, something light-years away from previous experiences. With Roger or any other man. A smell, pungent, earthy and sulphury, clouds her mind, making it hard to think about something other than this glorious slab of manmeat. In her mouth Rogers cock is hot, unbelievably hot and still, it feels like it belongs inside her body, in any body really. Like it radiates warmth and life itself.