Chapter Six: The Second Throne
Kendall iced her pussy after Jackson got home and, though he was curious, merely saying the word cuck can now silence him with hurt and anger. Looking at Jackson, and comparing him to James, Kendall feels her guilt abating. In many ways, Jackson is still the better person between the two of them. He is kinder than James and far more patient with her, and at a superficial level he is better to look at, though he lacks James' brutish appeal and raw masculine sexuality.
That night, Kendall sleeps soundly, and she wakes up horny the next day. She checks herself in the shower, making sure her body is still completely smooth to prevent any trouble later that morning. After that, she goes through the motions, living a normal life with Jackson at home for the weekend. Around noon, Jackson leaves for work, driving himself, and the girls go down for a nap. As soon as they are asleep, Kendall quickly changes before texting James, who arrives within ten minutes at her front door.
"You really calling me over for some dick?" James uses this as a greeting as he kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. He seats himself, half-naked, on her couch as she goes to fetch him a beer. "Are you really that dick-drunk, Kendall?"
Kendall opens his beer but hesitates as she hands it to him. Staring off at the floor, away from him, she murmurs, "I just...I thought you would want this, daddy."
James laughs again and, holding up his foot, wiggles his toes at her. "Now, now, don't get all sad. You're a good slut, and I actually brought you a special present for being so good." Kendall eyes his crotch. Imagining the present to be eleven-inches long, she kneels at his feet and licks his toes. "How's the cuck likin' that waxed pussy or ain't you let him see it?"
Kendall hums thoughtfully around James' toes, weighing her words carefully. Though every aspect of James seems to dizzy her anymore, she has also become resistant to his shallower appeals. The taste of his feet neither repulse nor arouse her anymore. Now, they are simply a part of her day.
"No, I don't. You've made it very clear that I belong to you now, so I see no reason to confuse him by showing off my body to him when I won't put out."
James pauses with his beer bottle to his lips, watching her. "You saying you don't even jerk him off or nothing?"
"I don't even jerk him off," Kendall says, licking the arch of his foot for emphasis. "I'm your slut, daddy, not his."
James grins. "You been calling him a cuck, too?"
This, Kendall doesn't answer. She just blushes and switches feet. James laughs anyway, and his dick swells an easy inch.
"Damn, you're naughty, but it's probably easier this way. No need to fake an orgasm when you can have real ones with me, right?"
Thinking of orgasms, Kendall purrs and lets her eyes roll back as she sucks his toes diligently. The longer they talk, the better he tastes. Soon, James is fully erect, stroking himself while watching her, his big hands making his size look almost normal. Kendall, however, knows better.
"He ever ask why you don't fuck so much anymore?"
Kendall shrugs. Licking the top of his foot, she says, "We didn't have sex much before you fucked me, so it's not much of a change."
"You didn't..." James leaves his fat shaft at rest against his big belly and reaches down to take her by the hair. Dragging her up his legs, he lets her lick and kiss him all over on the way. "How much is not much," he asks, pinning his steel hard shaft to her cheek while she drools.
"Less than five times since we have gotten together."
"Less than..." James guffaws. "Shit, Kendall, that ain't nothing. Hell, we've done fucked three times in under a week, and you told me that two days without my dick was torture. What's wrong with him?"
Kendall whines. "You know what's wrong with him, daddy. Don't make me say it."
Staring her in the eyes, his gaze cold and hard, James smacks her gently across the cheek. It is a warning, but it helps to loosen her lips. "I asked you a question-what's wrong with the cuck?"
"His dick," Kendall says, panting against his shaft. James moves her down to kiss his balls and smell his pubic hair, and she does it eagerly. "He's a cuck and, while he's not exactly small, he's definitely not eleven-inches large." She moans against his nut sack. "God, even your balls are twice the size of his!"
Guiding her lower, James feeds Kendall his asshole. She holds him by the thighs and licks him dutifully, filling her mouth with his vile flavor and watching his dick harden and leak. It disgusts Kendall to be there, doing this, but it also arouses her to arouse him so much. Stuck in his stinking cleft, Kendall takes whatever pleasure she can find, and she finds a lot of pleasure in pleasing him.
When she is released, she is allowed to nurse his balls again and takes to it eagerly, sucking the sweat from them to replace the scent and taste of his asshole that lingers inside of her mouth. James is leaking hard now, and he rests his steely shaft down across her face while she stares up at him with his balls in her mouth.
"You're a shameless, nasty little cunt, you know that?"
"Mmhmm."
"Sucking my balls and eating my asshole while your fiance is at work and your girls are napping. All you care about is my dick, ain't it?"
