The Mix Up

“I… I have needs…”

Spank. Zoey spat in his ass. It pooled around the puckered hole.

“Did you discuss them with her?” She said, sucking her spit back up.

“I… I tried, she was… she didn’t….”

Spank.

“Didn’t what?” Zoey said, her voice obscured by his ass.

“W-we’re drifting apart!” he squeaked.

Zoey rolled her eyes. “You’re drifting apart?” she said. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“We’re-we’re just…”

“I don’t want to hear it. If you’re drifting apart fucking tell her! Don’t sit there wallowing in your own self-pity and do something about it!” Zoey laughed. “Be a man for fuck’s sake! Do you love this woman?”

“I do, I-”

“I mean, really love her?” Zoey said, tensing her tongue and pushing it into his asshole. His sphincter tensed against the intruder, and he let out a moan. Zoey pulled back, spitting on his asshole and using a finger to rub it in.

“You are so fucking pathetic, you know that? You’re a dumb fucking cunt.” she said. His legs quivered, and his toes were curling at the sensation of her finger at his back door. She suspected he’d never had a woman explore this region before.

“No, I take that back, you’re not a cunt,” Zoey said, gently probing Michael’s asshole with her fingertip. He gasped. “Cunts are warm, welcoming… everyone loves a cunt. You’re more like a… limp dick,” she chuckled. “A soft, flaccid, useless little thing… but don’t worry, princess. I’m here to teach you how to harden up.”

She spanked his ass, harder than she’d intended. It left a vivid red handprint.

“You want your marriage to work? Then stop being so fucking soft!” she said. “Or should I have you wearing panties?”

Michael let out a sob. Zoey paused, listening out for a safe word. She massaged his ass gently.

“Michael?” she said.

“Y-yes, goddess?” the man replied, sniffling. Zoey smiled.

“Aww, tears?” she laughed, spanking him. “Poor baby. You’re not used to hearing the truth, are you? Am I hurting your feelings?”

“N-no goddess,” Michael gasped, and she spanked him again.

“Strong men aren’t afraid of their feelings, but you’re not a strong man, are you? No, you’re a sad little limp dick, aren’t you?” Zoey cackled, before adding in a baby voice: “Yes, you are, yes you are…”

“Yes I am,” Michael said, firmer than she expected. He was pushing past the tears, truly blossoming as a submissive.

“Say it,” Zoey growled. “Say ‘Goddess, I’m a little limp dick’. Do it…”

Michael swallowed. “Goddess, I’m a little limp dick…” He said. He wasn’t stammering anymore. Was he embracing his role?

“Good boy,” Zoey chuckled, patting his sore, pink ass. “Keep listening to me like this and we’ll fix that marriage in no time. Your wife will be sending me flowers!”

She went back to eating his ass; using her tongue to explore his most sensitive, private area. It thrilled her to have this access, and to hear the little vulnerable moans that came out of a man when she tongued his ass.

“Oh does that feel good does it?” she teased. “Stroke your cock. Stroke your useless fucking dick while I eat your ass.”

The married man didn’t have to be asked twice.

“Good boy, Zoey giggled, moaning in her own arousal. She was as wet as could be. “That’s it, look at those balls wobble and bounce as you jerk off…” she bit her lip. “I think I might…”

Zoey grabbed his balls.

“…squeeze them again…” she said. This time she dug her fingernails into the poor man’s scrotum. Michael howled in pain, but he didn’t stop stroking his cock. She kept an ear out for his safe word.

“Fuck! Argh! Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, trying his best to remain composed.

“Does that hurt?” Zoey laughed. “Does it hurt when I squeeze your balls?”

“Y-yes goddess,” Michael managed through gritted teeth. His whole body had tensed up, frozen in place while she drove her nails into his balls.

“I don’t care. Keep stroking your cock. You love it, bitch,” Zoey said, intensifying her grip. Michael’s toes curled. “Tell me you love it!”

“I… I…” His voice was small, and he was sweating now, his back was glistening. “I love it… please can I cum?”

That took her by surprise. Grinning she gripped his balls even tighter, pulling them down, away from his body. Michael used his elbow to keep him up while he banged his fist on the floor, but kept stroking.

“Oh you wanna cum do you? How dare you assume I’m going to let you cum.” Zoey said, pulling harder on his balls. Michael let out a high-pitched yelp.

“I’m sorry, goddess,” he squeaked, finally stopping stroking.

“Oh you’re sorry are you? Huh?” Zoey said, letting go of his balls. The man gasped in relief. “God, you’re a little pussy. Eat my cunt and I’ll consider letting you cum, you pathetic little fucking bitch.”

She stood up and sat back down on the couch, spreading her legs. Still on all fours, Michael hesitantly glanced at. She nodded, as if he was an idiot.

“That’s it, come over here,” she said. Slowly, he began to crawl towards her. Zoey put on a condescending tone once again.

“Oh good boy! I think you need a pat on the head!” She said, patting him on the head when he arrived. “There you go! Good boy! Now shove your whining, whinging, pathetic face into my pussy until you can’t breathe.”

He was staring at her pussy. This was obviously another big step for him; another woman’s pussy. One who he wasn’t married to. This was it, beyond everything they’d done today; eating another woman’s pussy, pleasuring her… could he do it?

Of course he could, there was lust in his eyes and, based on how wet his lips were, he was close to drooling. This close she bet he could smell her arousal. Husband of the year.

Hesitantly, Michael the married man pushed his face between her legs. He gave her pussy a gentle kiss. A gentle fucking kiss?

“Suck on my clit or push your tongue out bitch! Maybe this is why your marriage is failing, hmm? You don’t even know how to eat a woman’s cunt!” Zoey said, rolling her eyes. “Christ’s sake. This is what I get after eating your ass? There I was being nice.

“I’m sorry, godde-” Michael said, pulling back and looking up at her. He was cut off when she slapped him.

“I said eat my fucking cunt!” Zoey snapped angrily. “Do I have to…” Zoey pushed his head back into her crotch, leaned over and slapped Michael’s ass, causing him to squeak in surprise. That was an advantage of being tall for a woman; she had long arms.

“…reach over and…”

Spank.

“…spank your useless…”

Spank.

“…fucking…”

Spank.

“…ass?”

Spank.

Michael said something inaudible from her crotch and Zoey laughed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Zoey said, smacking his ass three more times.

“Use your words when you need something, you stupid cunt.”

She smacked his ass another few times. He was terrible at it, just awful. She had to tell him what to do. His ass was becoming a nice, delicate pink. By the end of the day it’d be red.

“For fuck’s sake, get your fucking tongue in there! Now! God.” She roared, rolling her eyes and holding his head between her legs. His tongue darted out, lapping at her wetness, trying to capture every last bit of flavor. As he licked, mashing his lips and tongue against her sex in as uncoordinated a manner as one could imagine, a sticky mess formed at his chin, a mix of her arousal and his saliva.

But it was no use. He had as much talent at eating pussy as a brick. She knew she wouldn’t cum, no matter how much she grinded her hips on his face, or held his head in place. It was no use. She gave up and pushed him back, and he submissively sat on his heels, looking at her.

“That was fucking pathetic!” Zoey growled, frustrated. “Seriously, how are you that bad at eating pussy? It’s a fucking pussy, it’s not rocket science you stupid… fucking…” She trailed off trying to think of an appropriate insult, before groaning in wordless frustration and throwing her hands in the air.

The man didn’t reply, nor did he meet her furious gaze. He was humiliated. Serves him right, Zoey thought. She needed to mold this man. He needed her help.