My wife takes me to cumsluts' heaven
Breathe, she whispers. What's happening. She's holding my deflating cock in her hand. Look at it. Her voice is firm and sexy. My cock. It's resting in the glass. It's dipping in a pathetic puddle of filth. Bitter, acrid lust. She put it there. She's stirring my cum with my cock. What is she doing? She comes around. What's happening? The tip of my cock covered in cum. Male ejaculate. The cum of three men. She's taking the glass.
She's bringing the glass to me. Is this what you wanted? 'No' I want to scream. Am I panicking? People around us. The Mistress. We're in the manor. I wrote the letter. I wanted this. How many men have you swallowed tonight? How much cum did you drink? Ten wet loads of cum. Some were runny and bitter. Others were thick and smooth. Smell it. I know the smell. Sex, cum. Shame. Did I want this? I smell cum. Her finger slips in the glass, then in my mouth.
'Who will you choose to be?'
I take a deep breath. I don't feel like doing what I'm about to do, but I know I'd regret it forever if I backed out. I came here to become a cumslut. My wife hands me the glass.
'Savor it' she orders.