Chapter 91

Squatting over her, one hand on the armrest for balance and the other jerking himself off, he rubbed his asshole up and down Shyla’s face, riding her nose and mouth with his crack, forcing her to taste his ass.

“Tongue out,” he said. “And keep it there.”

She obliged.

“Good girl,” he said, riding her tongue with his asshole, keeping enough pressure on Shyla that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

Steve relinquished his hold on his cock and leaned forward so he could play with Shyla’s tits. He pulled her shirt up but not off, revealing her perfectly round, perfectly fake, perfectly incredible breasts. He then grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switched over to the other. He pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from Shyla.

Laughing softly, Steve pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed his fingers together with the nipple still between them. It hardened almost immediately. Shyla let out a moan and squirmed beneath him but Steve dropped his ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.

When he finally climbed off Shyla’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she was glaring at him she surprisingly didn’t seemed all that pissed off.

In fact, as Steve pulled her up onto the couch and pulled her shorts off so he could fuck her properly he realized her panties were completely soaked through. He found himself wondering if she like being treated like a slut, if maybe she actually enjoyed being tossed around like a ragdoll, if she got off on being forced to do things that most other girls would find disgusting. It was impossible to know for sure, but it sure seemed like it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it at the moment. And to think, he’d been married to her for five years and had no clue!

For a moment he lamented the lost possibilities of their doomed marriage but quickly thrust such thoughts from his head. They did no good. Not anymore. The damage was done, the past was past, it was time to move on. And right now moving on meant taking advantage of his soon-to-be-ex wife in ways that he’d never had the guts to try before.

With this in mind, Steve grabbed ahold of her legs and spread them apart, then pushed them forward until her ankles were up by her head. He held one of her legs in place with one hand while he yanked her panties aside with the other. He smacked her pussy with his rock-hard cock a couple of times then slipped it in.

Shyla was even wetter than he’d realized. Her pussy gobbled up his cock without even the slightest hint of resistance. He moved against her with vigor, gentleness be damned, his cock slamming into her with the insistence of a jackhammer. And though she’d never come out and admit it, she was obviously getting off on the pounding she was receiving.

Her pussy was growing ever wetter, coating his cock with her juices, opening up to him further with every thrust. And although she still wasn’t making any noise, it was apparent from the look on her face that she was indeed enjoying this. Unequivocally.

This annoyed the hell out of Steve. Shyla wasn’t supposed to be getting anything out of this, it was supposed to be all about him. Getting revenge. Making her pay. Punishing her for what she’d done to him. But she was getting off on it! What the hell? It was time to turn things up a notch.

Steve grabbed ahold of both Shyla’s ankles and pushed her legs back until she was folded in half, her ankles hooked around each other above her head. Holding her legs in place with one hand, Steve proceeded to spank her ass with the other while he fucked her.

When that just seemed to turn her on even further he moved up to her tits, smacking them around while he slammed into her. But that didn’t work either. She just smiled and grew even more wet down there.

He then slapped her face a couple of times, and while this elicited a sharp gasp from Shyla’s mouth it also elicited another increase in the waterworks down below.

“Is that all you got?” Shyla said, her voice mocking.

Frustrated, Steve wrapped a hand around her throat. He stared down at her while he fucked her and choked her at the same time, waiting for her to break, but she just stared back, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he squeezed harder, restricting her breath but not cutting it off completely. Moments later she came, shuddering and shimmying against him as her pussy gushed juicy goodness and swallowed his cock even further, which suddenly brought him right to the edge of orgasm himself.

Cursing under his breath, Steve released his grip on her throat, pulled his cock from her pussy and grabbed ahold of her hair. He yanked her off the couch and pulled her head over towards him until her face was right in front of his cock.

He ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. Then he stuck his cock in her mouth and with his hand still holding a fistful of her hair, proceeded to fuck her face. A few pumps later and he was pulling his cock out to shoot his load all over her face. Steve came liked he’d never cum before, three huge streams, spraying her face with his milky-white sperm, his load covering her entire face. She’d kept her mouth closed, saving her from that indignity, but his cum was everywhere else; chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, even getting some in her hair.

“You’re right,” Shyla said. “That wasn’t so bad.”

She started to climb up and go for the papers to be signed but Steve stopped her.

“What?” she said.

“Not yet,” Steve replied.

“What do you mean, not yet? We fucked. You came. We’re done.”

“Yes, we fucked, and yes I came, but we’re not done. The session’s not over. I’m ready to go again.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You’ve never cum more than once in a day, let alone twice in a row.”

“That was the old Steve,” he said. ‘This is the new one. See? My dick’s still hard. And I’m still ready to go.”

“Too bad,” Shyla said.

“For you, maybe,” Steve said.

“You said one last fuck.”

“I said one last fuck session. And last I checked, an orgasm didn’t end the session.”

“Last I checked, it did.”

“Bullshit,” Steve said. “I’ve seen you go for hours at a time with your new boyfriend, with not a single break in between. And I know he came more than once during those sessions. I saw it with my own eyes.”

Shyla looked at him with a weird combination of anger and resignation. But the resignation was all that Steve cared about. It told him that she knew he was right. Which meant that he was going to get his way.

“Fine,” she said. “But if you start to soften up at all, we’re done.”

“Seems fair enough.”

“Now can I go get a towel to wipe this stuff off my face?”

“No,” Steve said. “Don’t touch it. I want to fuck you with my cum still on your face. I want it to remind me how much of a slut you really are.”

A flash of pleasure skittered over Shyla’s face and Steve realized that she actually did enjoy getting treated like this. She was a true slut, through and through. Again he kicked himself for not taking advantage of it sooner. But at least he was taking care of it now. Better late than never.

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and went back to work.