One Last Thing

She was about to step out the door when she suddenly remembered something. It was on the morning of her wedding, she had spent the night with him, in his bed, willingly doing all the things she never let her husband do to her.

She was getting up to leave, she was dressed and about to head out the door when John caught her from behind and put something around her neck. She reached up and touched the soft choker. she looked at him, "What's this for?" He smiled at her, "Its a symbol that your my slut." She shook her head. "I'm getting married..." He shushed her. "Its ok, just remember that I, and I alone will always be able to make you a slut. You can be all prime and proper all you like, but deep down we both know if I want you, you will do it."

She touched her bare neck know, remembering how it felt. She had worn that choker even during her vows...

She remembered shaking her head. "I can't." She whispered and he smiled. "Get on your knees." The command had been a simple one, but one she knew she had to resist. "Please I have to go.." She whispered licking her lips.

Even as she stood in the door way now she felt the urge.

"Get on your knees." He said again. And she dropped to her knees, unable to resist. He grabbed her head and she moaned as his hard cock pushed into her mouth. It was the last blow job she had given anyone, and the only time she welcomed someone to cum down her throat.