My husband dragged me over to Steve...

I was so glad to be getting air. To be able to breathe. I still had tears streaming down my face and I was spluttering up spunk, but the panic had gone. I felt relief. I felt grateful. He pulled my head up by my chin and looked me in the face. "What a total fucking mess you look you dirty fucking bitch."

I let out a howl of anguish and made a feeble swing to hit him, but he easily knocked my arm aside.  Then woooosh! he slapped me hard across the face. I couldn't believe it. I was too shocked to react to the stinging pain. I just stayed knelt there open mouthed. Looking at him. My face covered in his spunk , in snot and in tears. I looked at my husband. My eyes pleading for some sort of justice. But there was nothing.

Steve went and sat down with his legs apart, holding and stroking his still rock hard cock. My husband dragged me over to Steve, putting me between his legs my face in his groin. After a few moments I looked up at my tormentor, my Steve. He nodded like before. So I started to lick his cock clean. A conquered slave to his victorious organ. Taking pride in my task. Trying to please him. Doing my duty. I am his cocksucker.

He started drawing shapes in the spunk that still covered my face. Now I was enjoying my humiliation, honoured to have his spunk over me. I so wanted him to fuck me. To ram his cock up my dirty fuck hole. I thought his cock looked magnificent, still so hard with such a bulbous purple head. I started stroking his shaft, wanking him. i needed him. I wanted him to give me more.  My Steve shot his second load of thick creamy cum into my mouth. And I eagerly gobbled up every drop.

"What does my cocksucker slut say?" I said "Thank you Steve." "Why is my cocksucker slut saying thank you?" I said " For letting her suck your wonderful cock and drink your lovely cum."

"That's a good slut now piss off home..."