Some days, John prefers something weird

One time, John tied all Evelyn's limbs behind her back.

"Evelyn, you are a quadriplegic by choice. You asked me to do this to you on our honeymoon, because you wanted to be waited on hand and foot - like a princess. But I betrayed you. I also removed your tongue. Now, you can't speak to tell me what you need or want. Your most important task is being a dining room feature for me to trot out sometimes for guests. I set you on the dining table, and we stand up and smoke cigars while we spin you around on a lazy susan, sampling whichever holes we like. Last week, I had your family over. Your brother and father smiled at you as we spun you around the table, sliding our cocks in whichever hole we pleased. Your dad was disappointed in you, but not rude. I suggested he twist your nipple as he face fucked you, and he politely agreed that your screams were, indeed, very soothing. He shook his head at you after he came in your mouth for the second time, then ashed his cigar on your clit. "

"Your dad agreed that feeling you sob in tears while you throated him made his cock feel fantastic. Your brother helpfully offered to try to fuck you in the ass hard enough to keep you crying for a few minutes longer. He remarked that his son was so helpful, and was always his favorite child - nothing like the slobbering disappointment of a hole you were.

"Generally, I just keep you in the bathroom. You sit there for hours, doing nothing. Every now and then, I come in. Sometimes I ignore you. Sometimes I use you for my pleasure. Sometimes, I use you as a toilet. Sometimes, I slide your burning cunt across the tile floor just for fun. I don't know what you want anymore, because all your yelling sounds alike."

John set up her up in the bathroom. When he came in throughout the day, he made up more stories about what her brother and father had done to her as he pissed down her throat.

"Evelyn, you have an unusual fetish. The only thing that can satisfy you is licking, sucking, and playing with someone's balls until they cum. You know that's hard to do - almost impossible - but it's the only thing that makes you happy in life. Sometimes you might mix things up a little bit - you may sometimes drift a bit lower to slurp at a taint and slide your tongue around an asshole. Sometimes you may go high, and deepthroat while using your tongue to lick the balls instead. But mostly? You do what you love. You paid me to allow you to live here and practice, because you are absolutely enthralled by my balls. You want nothing more than to spend every second of every day lapping, slurping, even gently nibbling at the globes you're obsessed with - ceaselessly trying to find the way to get me to cum.

"Today's my day off, and I'll be reading and watching TV all day. It feels like Christmas to you, you're so excited to spend all day between my legs."

Evelyn was so determined that day, and she never let up. Her hand kept drifting between her legs, then pulling back at the burning sensation on her clit. Occasionally, John would tell her to lick his balls while deepthroating him instead. Evelyn got irritated, but agreed - she couldn't really get any quality ball sucking while she did that, but John was being so kind in allowing her to do this in the first place.

At least when he came down her throat and she coughed, she covered John's balls in a spit-cum-slime mix that tasted absolutely delicious as she licked it off.

"Evelyn - have you ever heard of the 'human centipede'? That's you, and you hate it. Your lips are permanently attached to my anus. You have a strategy, though! You think that if enough stuff comes out of the front of me, you wont have to... eat and process... anything that comes out of the back end. Luckily, you also have permanent access to my anus, and (due to experience) are the absolute best rimmer in the whole world. So you never stop rubbing my cock and tonguing my asshole, trying to milk as much cum out of me as possible."

John didn't much like scat, but he did make it a point to try new things. It wasn't for him, and he made Evelyn brush her mouth a dozen times after that day. But it was at least interesting. He didn't account for what he'd do with his cum, though - so he started mopping it up with her hair. She definitely looked the part of the disgusting ass-muncher by the end of the day.