Indentured Pervitude, Ch. 11
by Rachael DMM
Tom was mad the whole ride home from the airport. It was all Wendy could do not to laugh every time she thought about what happened.
She had slipped her new dildo, Marco, into Tom's bag after he had packed it. Customs pulled him aside when they landed, and opened his bag. The TSA agent took the big, black cock out of his carry-on and held it up for all to see. There were more than a few giggles from the women, and some suspicious looks from the men. It had worked out even better than Wendy had imagined. From the look the TSA agent gave her, Wendy knew she was a fellow pervert and was intentionally making a spectacle of the situation. She never expected to have allies like that as the degenerate freak she was becoming.
It was nice to be home, but home felt more foreign than being in another country. Wendy couldn't deny that she wasn't the same person as she was before they left for their honeymoon. Maybe she should just forget all that and try to get back to normal. But normal wasn't what she wanted...not anymore.
The first thing she did was take a shower. Once she was clean and fresh after the long trip, she went naked to her hiding spot and retrieved Buzz. She sprawled out on her bed and opened her legs. Tom was there unpacking still. She didn't care, she'd been waiting for this the entire journey back from Italy.
Wendy flicked on her vibrator and that sound sent happy chills up her spine. Marco was good, but Buzz was her first love. She touched the vibrating toy to her deprived clit and squealed with surprised delight. She'd almost forgotten how good that first touch felt. Wendy settled in and began "massaging" the area around her pussy, circling in slowly toward her warm, wet center.
Tom became distracted, looking horny and dismayed at the same time.
"Where did you get that thing?"
She didn't want to answer, but she needed to rub his face in it just a little. "I've had this for a while now. Once I realized you weren't going to bother giving me orgasms, I had to find something that would. Now, be quiet so I can come."
Tom bit his lip, maybe to keep him from saying something stupid, and put a pile of his clothes in the hamper.
"Can I stay?"
"Yeah...sure...just don't bother me..."
"Is it okay if I...?"
"Jerk off? No, I don't think so. Watch and learn, my love. See what I have to do to get my rocks off around here." That was unnecessarily cruel, but she didn't care. It was important that he knew just how lousy a lover he had been over the years. It was the only way he'd learn to be better.
Buzz circled in tighter and tighter and was back against her clit. This time there was no squealing. Just a long, satisfied moan. "Fuck, that feels so good," she said, tapping the area around her clit lightly. She wanted to go to town on herself, but she also wanted to prolong the enjoyment and make it last. This wasn't going to be a life-changing orgasm like her first time with Marco, but it was going to be a mind-blower - she could just sense it.
Tom unzipped his pants and let his erection out...or, more accurately, his self-directed arousal as she'd come to know it. She checked to make sure he wasn't stroking. It wasn't easy, but he was behaving himself, so she allowed him to remain exposed. It also gave her something to look at as she played with herself. She watched the pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock and smiled. This was really exciting for him. It was as close to a compliment as she would get from him. She decided she'd take it, and buzzed her nipples for a few seconds each before going back to her needful pussy.
"No matter how hard I try, my dick will never be able to do that for you," he groused. Was he jealous of Buzz? She knew for sure he was jealous of Marco. He was just going to have to get used to sharing her pussy with them unless he figured out a way to up his game. But that wasn't her problem, it was his. She had solved her problem, and she slipped the toy inside her and the vibrations resonated through her whole vulva. She was so happy!
"I'm going to come, Tom. I'm going to come so hard," she wanted to make sure his attention was totally focused on her. "Do you want to see me come? You want to see me make my pussy come right now?"
"Uh...yeah, of course..." he reached for his stiff cock, then remembered himself and let his hand drop. "Do you want me to come on your tits or anything?"
"Shut up! I'm right there!" Her body writhed and she arched her back, lifting her ass up off the bed. Tom let out a strangled whimper upon seeing this, knowing he was missing out. He opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it, and kept quiet.
"I love fucking myself," Wendy moaned, humping herself up into her vibrator. "It feels so good...so fucking good...God, I'm going to come...shit...shit, I'm coming...yeah, there it is!'
Wendy cried out and her pussy clamped tight around Buzz. She collapsed on the bed, brought her legs together, and tried to make it last as long as she could, wailing with unrestrained pleasure the whole time. After it was finally over, she had to laugh.
It wasn't just the flood of happy feelings that were saturating every nerve in her body, but the thought that it wasn't too long ago that she didn't feel confident enough to express her joy so vocally, especially not for Tom to hear. Of course, he was never the one responsible for making her feel that way, so maybe it was for other reasons as well.
She luxuriated in her post-orgasmic bliss. Writhing on the bed, touching her body, feeling her breasts, fingering her sopping wet pussy then bringing those fingers to her lips so she could taste her intimate self. That was another thing she'd never think of doing in front of Tom, but she no longer cared. If he wanted to judge her for indulging in the celebration of her own body, then fuck him - let him judge all he wanted to. She was going to do what made her feel good, and that is what mattered more than anything.
She sucked her juices from her fingers, gave them a little sniff, and went back for more. She noticed Tom's dick dripping more pre-cum as he stood in the corner watching helplessly. "Get over here," she ordered and he came to the bedside.
Wendy considered his sexy cock, and watched the thick fluid leaking from the tip. She didn't want to suck him, but she did want to taste it. She leaned over and licked the end of his cock. Her mom was right, it did taste better than his actual load. Lighter...sweeter. She took another long lick, then fingered herself to yet another orgasm as she leisurely fed on his dribbling dick, never letting him have the satisfaction of having an orgasm himself.
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It took a couple of weeks, but they settled back into their regular routine...with a few exceptions. Wendy was now openly masturbating whenever the mood took her - usually with Tom there to watch. Sometimes she'd let him jerk off, but mostly she made him suffer. She actually considered getting one of those cock cage things that they used in BDSM circles so he couldn't even get a hard-on as he watched. But, that would be too mean - even for her.
They still fucked, plenty. More than they used to - at least four times a week, often more. Maybe this "no fapping" rule was a better idea than she realized. Now when Tom got horny, she was his only outlet. That worked out nicely...for her. Unfortunately, he still wasn't getting the job done.
He was trying, she could tell, but if she wanted to come while having sex with him she had to get on top. She came close once when he was doing her from behind, but then he blew his load and it was over before she could get there.
It was nice that she could just roll over, get her vibe from her nightstand drawer, and get herself off without having to finger herself quickly before he got back from the bathroom. She was free to make herself come as much as she wanted and to masturbate for as long as it took. But she had to figure out how to make their sex good enough that she could come while they were doing it...no matter what position they were in.
One night, while riding Marco to a gut-churning orgasm as Tom stood by and watched uselessly, she had an idea. It was an evil idea, but worth a try. She waited until the next day, worked it all through in her mind, and decided to go for it.
That night, Tom was sucking her tits and fingering her. His foreplay game had improved, that was for sure. He climbed on top of her, and she opened her legs to him. The tip of his cock found her willing hole without anyone having to use their hands. He eased himself forward and entered her. When he was as far in as he could go, Wendy hugged him to her and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me deep."
And Tom came, just like that. "Oops," he uttered.
"Oops?"
"I came," he said apologetically.
"You're still hard right?"
"Yeah."
"Then keep going. Make me come," she said like a true slut.
Tom nodded enthusiastically, feeling a misplaced confidence that he could somehow manage that given that he hadn't been able to do it before except by accident. He began pumping into her with gusto. Wendy enjoyed it while it lasted, but in less than a minute he was soft and slipped out of her with a sad little squelch.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry, it happens sometimes," she said diplomatically.
"It's just, I guess, because you're so hot that I couldn't hold back."
"Yes," she kissed him, "that must be it."
Wendy was surprised that the voice commands had worked so well. "Fuck me deep," was programmed to make him ejaculate instantly. It was a phrase she had never said to him before, and normally never would - since he wasn't capable of "going deep." And "Make me come" was another phrase that had fallen out of her sex talk, knowing it wasn't something he could do. That phrase was linked to the erection function and made him go soft. It had all worked out exactly according to her plan. Now all she had to do was be patient, and let things develop.
The next night she gave Tom permission to jerk off. He seemed more excited about that than when he fucked her. She watched him beat off while she vibed her pussy. Maybe as well as being an exhibitionist, she was also a voyeur. She did really get off to watching the couple across the way during their honeymoon, and "monitoring" Tom's masturbation sessions was a highlight of her week. She would have to look more into that particular kink. Maybe there was something to it.
The following day, she got down on all fours between the TV and Tom while he was watching one of his sportsball games. She was naked, her pussy swollen and wet, She'd just fucked Marco in the other room, but she had kept it quiet so Tom didn't know. "C'mon, babe, give it to me."
Tom had his dick out before the commercial ended and was going at her from behind. From the noises he was making she could tell he was into it. She almost wanted to give it a chance to see if he could actually make her come this time, but she had to follow through with the plan.
"Oh, yes, fuck me deep." she moaned and wiggled her butt.
"Gaaahhh!" Tom whimpered as he came.
"I'm almost there," Wendy lied. "Make me come."
He managed a few more pumps before he was too limp to do any more.
"Fuck. I don't know what's going on with me."
"You could finish me off with your tongue," Wendy suggested, wiggling her butt some more and forcing his cum out of her pussy. She could feel it oozing down over her stiff clit, which felt nice.
"Ah, no thanks," he said, putting his dick away and going back to the sofa.
"Okay, then, I guess I'll just have to go take care of myself...again."
She could tell that wounded him, and as she walked to the bedroom she put a little extra sway in her step to make sure he knew what he would be missing out on. Instead of using a toy, she went at herself with just fingers this time, licking them as she did. Something about being all lubed up with a fresh load of sperm drove her wild. And the taste of it...mmm. So dirty.
But, the foundation was laid. After his next "premature" ejaculation she would put the next phase of her plan into action. She no longer questioned if she was doing the right thing or not, so there wasn't even an issue with feelings of guilt about this one. Tom was going to give her what she wanted, one way or another.
