Sarah´s adventures - Blowjob

Mark scrambled to his feet, his own penis still achingly hard and neglected, bobbing against his pyjama bottoms as he moved toward the kitchen. He could hear the wet sounds of Jake's fingers working in his wife's cum-filled pussy as he walked away—the obscene squelching that marked his complete emasculation.

"Eggs and bacon," Jake called after him. "And orange juice. Freshly squeezed. And not that carton garbage."

"Yes," Mark mumbled, not turning around. "Yes, Jake."

In the living room, Sarah lay spread open on the couch, her legs draped over the armrest, the pillow elevating her hips like some fertility ritual. Jake's cum had already begun to seep out, a thick white trickle running down toward her asshole, glistening in the morning light. Jake scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, making her whimper.

"Keep it in there," he told her, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made her stomach flip. "Every drop. I want you pregnant by Monday, Sarah. I want your husband raising my kid, paying for my kid, watching me fuck the mother of my child in his own bed."

Sarah moaned, her hand moving to her own clit, rubbing lazy circles as Jake continued to stuff his seed back inside her. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes, please. I want your baby. I want Mark to know every time he looks at it that you own me completely."

The smell of bacon began to waft from the kitchen, but Mark's hands were shaking as he cracked eggs into a bowl. He could hear them—Jake's low murmurs, Sarah's high whimpers, and the rhythmic wet sounds that told him his best friend was still fingering his wife, preparing her for the next round. His penis throbbed painfully, untouched, as he cooked breakfast for the man who was currently impregnating his wife.

Mark flipped the bacon in the pan, the sizzle drowning out his thoughts for a brief moment. His penis strained against the cotton of his pyjamas, pre-cum leaking steadily now, leaving a dark spot on the fabric. His balls hurt immensely, but he didn't dare touch himself. That wasn't his place anymore—not with Jake in the house.

"Mark!" Sarah's voice cut through the morning air, high and breathless. "Jake says... he says you need to see this."

His hands trembled as he turned the stove to low heat. Every step back to the living room felt like walking through quicksand. The scene had shifted—Jake was completely naked, his thick cock standing upright, glistening with Sarah's saliva. Sarah knelt between his legs, her face flushed, her lips swollen and wet.

"Look at your wife," Jake commanded, his hand fisting in Sarah's blonde hair, guiding her back down. "Look at how hungry she is for my cock. She's already full of my cum, and she still can't get enough."

Sarah moaned around Jake's shaft as she took him deep, the muscles of her throat working. Mark watched, transfixed and humiliated, as his wife serviced his best friend with a fervour she'd never shown him. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as Jake thrust upward, hitting the back of her throat.

"Get over here," Jake ordered, snapping his fingers. "Kneel beside her. I want you to see exactly how a real man gets sucked off."

Mark moved mechanically, dropping to his knees on the carpet next to his wife. Up close, he could smell them—the musk of Jake's balls, the sweetness of Sarah's arousal, and the tang of Jake's seed that had already claimed her womb. Sarah pulled her mouth off Jake's cock with a wet pop, turning to face her husband, her expression glazed with lust.

"Watch me," she whispered, her breath hot against Mark's cheek. Then she took Jake deep again, her nose pressing against his pubic hair, swallowing around him while Jake groaned above them.

"Fuck, that's good," Jake growled, his hips bucking. "Mark, pull her hair back. I want you to see her throat bulging."

Mark reached out with shaking fingers, gathering Sarah's hair in his fist and pulling it away from her face. The sight was devastating—Sarah's throat visibly distended with Jake's girth, tears streaming down her face from the effort, her mascara running in black rivers. She looked ruined. She looked perfect. A true whore.

"She's not going to stop until I cum down her throat," Jake announced, his hand joining Mark's in Sarah's hair, both men now holding her in place. "And you're going to thank me for feeding your wife."

"Please," Mark choked out, his cock twitching painfully. "Please, Jake. Let me... let me watch you cum in her mouth. Let me taste you on her lips after."

Jake laughed, a cruel sound that filled the room. "That's a good cuck. Now hold her steady while I pump her throat full."

Sarah moaned around him, the vibration of her tongue making Jake hiss. He began to thrust in earnest now, using her mouth with abandon, his balls tightening against Mark's view. The wet sounds filled the living room—gagging, sucking, the slap of flesh—as Jake approached his climax.

"Here it comes," Jake grunted, his abs clenching. "Swallow every fucking drop, Sarah. Show your husband what you really are."

Sarah's eyes locked with Mark's as Jake erupted, her throat working desperately to take it all. Mark could see the pulses, the way Jake's cock throbbed as he emptied himself into his wife's mouth, claiming yet another part of her. When Jake finally pulled out, spent and shining, Sarah turned to her husband immediately, her lips parted to show him the pool of cum on her tongue before she swallowed it down with a satisfied hum.

"Kiss her," Jake commanded, leaning back against the couch cushions, sated and smirking. "Kiss your wife and taste your replacement."

Mark leaned in, his heart hammering, and pressed his lips to Sarah's. The taste was overwhelming—salty, sweet and musk and the distinct flavour of Jake's dominance. Sarah's tongue pushed into his mouth, sharing the remnants, forcing him to accept his place. When they pulled apart, both were panting, Sarah smiling triumphantly, Mark broken and harder than he'd ever been.

"Breakfast," Jake reminded them, gesturing toward the kitchen where the bacon was surely burning now. "And Sarah—don't bother cleaning up. I want you leaking my cum all day. Every time you move, I want you to remember who you belong to now."

"Yes, Jake," they both murmured in unison, Mark scrambling to his feet to salvage their meal, Sarah remaining on her knees, her hand drifting back between her legs, already preparing for the next round.

And it was only Saturday.

To be continued.