I threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed.
Then I realized what I had done. “Now I have to brush my teeth again,” I sighed, my mouth salty with Frank’s seed. “Oh, well. Worth it.”
I brushed my teeth real quick. Frank was waiting, and I didn’t want him to get madder at me. I already had earned one spanking. I rinsed my mouth, cleaned up the sink, and headed downstairs. I loved the way my new, big tits bounced. I giggled, watching them go up and down as I trotted down the stairs.
I squeezed them, giggling them beneath Frank’s tight T-shirt. They were so much—
Right, the spanking. I can’t let myself get distracted. I headed into the living room.
Frank was sitting on the couch, his robe open, his cock half-hard. He grinned at me, his hazel eyes locked on my breasts. He was a handsome man, in that sexy, nerdy way. I was glad I was pretty enough for him.
“Do you want to see my naked tits?” I asked as he stared, my pussy growing wet. I loved the attention. I couldn’t help flashing my naked ass and pussy at the delivery man. It had been fun. And bad.
I deserved to be spanked.
“Yes, I do,” he grinned.
I peeled off the t-shirt, my tits bouncing out. Frank licked his lips, his cock spasming. Life was returning. I couldn’t wait for my daily treatment. I slid my hands up, cupping my breasts and hefting them. Then I released, letting them bounce. His eyes followed them.
“Perfect,” Frank groaned before patting his lap. “Just stretch out across me. You’ve been bad.”
“So bad,” I moaned. The hunger in my husband’s eyes made my pussy even wetter. I walked to the couch and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. His hands found my breasts, giving my lush mounds tight squeezes.
I stretched out across his lap, shifting to get comfortable. His cock pressed against my belly, still slippery with my pussy juices. I wiggled again, watching Frank over my shoulder. I had to push my long, red hair out of the way. It had grown so fast from my soccer-mom, practical bob.
Frank’s hand cracked down on my butt. I gasped, the pain flaring through me. My butt-cheeks jiggled.
“Ouch!” I gasped.
“Beautiful,” he groaned.
Frank’s eyes were locked on my ass. His cock grew harder beneath me. He liked spanking my ass. My pussy clenched, my thighs squeezing together. My poor clit itched to be touched. Frank cracked his hand down again.
“Yes!” I gasped, my eyes widening. The stinging pain shot right from my plump ass to my wet pussy. “Punish me! I was so bad.”
Crack!
“How were you bad?” Frank groaned.
“I bent over and flashed the delivery man my naked ass and pussy,” I purred.
Crack!
Delight shuddered through me.
“That’s bad,” Frank agreed.
His cock was iron beneath my stomach.
“Then I sucked his cock. I had to to get my package. But that was bad.”
Crack!
“So bad!” Frank groaned. “And did you like sucking his big, Black dick?”
“So much!” I moaned, my hips rocking. My pussy leaked juices, wetting Frank’s naked thigh.
Crack!
“You were a bad wife!”
“So bad!” I moaned in agreement. My clit brushed his thigh and pleasure shuddered through me, mixing with the stinging pain of his smack. “Spank me!”
Crack!
“So hot!” he groaned.
Crack!
“Yes!” I gasped, my ass on fire.
Crack!
I humped faster, my pleasure swelling inside me. I gasped and shuddered, my teeth clenching in delight as I rubbed my clit on his thigh. He spanked me over and over, every slap bringing me closer and closer to cumming.
“You let him trick you!” Frank paned, his hips thrusting up, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach.
“I did?” I moaned.
Crack!
“You’re such a beautiful bimbo.”
“I am!” I moaned. “Your bimbo!”
His hand cracked down. My orgasm erupted. I was Frank’s bimbo wife. I loved it. I loved being his. I couldn’t wait to whip up my compound and improve him. I shuddered in delight as the pleasure rushed to my mind.
“Yes! Yes!” I screamed as I pictured our future. We would make women into beautiful bimbo’s, and Frank would enjoy them. That would make him so happy. He deserved to be happy for what he invented. For what he did to me.
Frank’s hand gently squeezed my burning ass. I gasped in delight, the pain mixing with the remnants of my orgasm. His fingers dipped lower, brushing the folds of my pussy lips. “Did you cum?”
“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Being disciplined was sooo hot, Frank.”
His finger teased my pussy lips. “I bet you want your treatment.”
“So badly, Frank!” I looked at him. “You don’t want me to be ugly again.”
Frank shook his head. “Never again.”
I slid off of his lap, my breasts sliding across his legs. I knelt before him. I looked up at my husband, his hard cock bobbing before my lips. Frank ran his hand through my red hair, pulling me to his cock.
I submitted and swallowed him.
“That’s it,” he groaned, leaning back. “I love your mouth on my cock.”
Why did I ever hate doing this? The old me could be so dumb.
I loved the sounds of Frank’s pleasure as I sat on my burning ass. He had made me cum, and I was more than happy to pleasure him. I worked my mouth down his cock, cleaning up the traces of my spicy pussy juices. My tongue swirled, exploring him. He brushed the back of my throat.
I sank my mouth down, swallowing his cock.
“Fuck, Alice!” he groaned, loving the feel of my throat.
Frank was easier to deep-throat than the Black man’s dick. I worked my lips down until I was kissing his brown pubic hair. I slid my hands up his thighs as I swallowed my throat to massage the tip of his cock. My hands found his balls, playing with them. I needed the medicine they contained.
My mouth rose, sliding up his shaft. He groaned as I sucked hard the entire way up. A shudder went through Frank. His hands tightened in my hair. I swirled my tongue around the crown of his cock before I swallowed him again.
“You’re the best wife,” Frank moaned. “Suck my cock! Get your treatment!”
I moaned in delight, my free hand pushing between my thighs. I massaged his balls, sucked his cock, and fingered my pussy. I fell into a natural rhythm, not thinking about what I was doing, but letting my instincts guide me.
My pussy clenched about my fingers as I stirred up my honeypot. My hips wiggled, rubbing my burning ass on the back of my calves. I sucked harder, my fingers caressing his medicine-laden balls. Frank’s hand tightened in my hair.
He was getting close.
My fingers plunged rapidly in and out of my pussy, the heel of my hand grounding my itching clit. I shuddered as the pleasure built in my depths. I rapidly bobbed my mouth, working more and more of his dick into my depths.
Frank loved every moment of it.
“You’re the best wife!” he groaned. “Just the best!”
My pussy writhed about my fingers. I moaned around the crown of his dick as my orgasm exploded through me. I was so happy to be the best. I was so happy to please this amazing man. I shoved my fingers deep into my sheath, rubbing at my G-spot to prolong my bliss for as long as possible.
“Here it comes!” Frank groaned. “Drink down your medicine, pumpkin.”
His delicious, salty cum erupted into my mouth. I slurped it down with a greedy hunger. It slid into my belly, warming me up. I could almost feel it spread through me, keeping me a beautiful bimbo. I shuddered in delight.
“Wow,” Frank groaned, leaning back. His chest heaved. His eyes closed. “Wow.”
I smiled, licking my lips to make sure I had every drop. His breathing slowed. He was tired. Frank needed my treatment. He needed more stamina. I kissed his forehead before whispering, “Sleep dreams.”
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