"Sometimes he would just walk up to me and without saying a word just stick his cock in my mouth. He wouldn't care if I was all dressed and ready for work or getting ready to go to bed. He would use my mouth like a pussy. Making me gag on his cock and fuck my throat like I was just a fuck hole for him to use. Can you imagine, baby? My hair all messed up, mascara running down my face, my make-up ruined. I would just sit there like a slut letting him use me and he would cum anywhere he wanted, on my face, on my food or even in my coffee, wipe his cock with my hair or on my dress and leave. I can't remember how many times I had my coffee with his thick cream or went to work with my breath smelling of his cum. It just felt so normal with him." Ann groaned.
James thought about all the times Ann wouldn't even kiss or hug tightly before leaving for work, saying she didn't want her lipstick smeared or dress crumpled. He couldn't imagine Ann would let Brad treat her that way.
"You remember our kitchen counter, all those times I would come home from work and you would make your mother's special meatball recipe. God, I missed the smell of it. I loved seeing you in that yellow apron, with a spatula in your hand. I even remember we tried having sex in the kitchen counter but the height was not right." Ann said.
James loved cooking and always wanted to become a pastry chef when he was young. He would always experiment with new recipes and loved how Ann never complained about the mess he made in the kitchen.
"But with Brad, the counter was just the perfect height. He made me cook in just the apron and spanked my ass with that spatula. After fucks my pussy on the kitchen counter he uses the apron like a cumrag to clean his cock off. Brad loved fucking me in the kitchen, saying there were just so many things he could use to fuck me, like he once shoved a thick cucumber up my ass while pounding my pussy, or those cute chip clips you bought like clamps on my nipples " Ann said.
"Fuck, that is hot," James said as he added another finger in Ann's wet pussy. He could feel Ann's thick juices coat his fingers and the way her clit was protruding out of its hood. James loved to suck on it and knew how sensitive Ann's clit was.
"Do remember how we had sex in the shower once. We were so clumsy and it was a little awkward. You were so sensitive about how I felt and made me feel so comfortable." Ann said.
James remembered how beautiful Ann looked in that steamy background. Water dripping drop every curve of her body. James remembered how he humped against Ann's ass cheeks. Ann soapy skin and the hot spray of water falling on his cock head was too much and James had cum too quickly. He even remembered seeing the disappointed look on Ann's face but she comforted him and they washed each other off and got out of the shower quickly.
"With Brad, it was just so raw. He would just lift me up or just push me up against the glass partition. Imagine how dirty I would look with my big juicy tits and face pressed against the glass, that steaming hot water running down our bodies and me just grunting like an animal while he fucked me from behind. He made me wash his body, suck his cock and even rim his ass. He even shot his cum all over that shower partition and made me lick it." Ann said moving her hips faster against James's finger.
"Fuck," James groaned at the image of his sweet girlfriend squatting in the bathroom floor, fingering her pussy and lewdly licking Brads cum off the shower partition.
"Fuck, look at your throbbing cock. Don't you dare come. I promise you will love what comes next," Ann said, slowing the pace of stroking his cock.
"Please keep going," James begged.
"That bathroom mirror has always seen us in some of our most intimate moments, when we used to brush together before going to bed or I love when we used to get ready for work together while I brushed my hair and you were fixing your tie. If that bathroom mirror could speak it would scream what I slut I am," Ann said.
James smiled and thought about how the cabinet behind the mirror was always filled with Ann's things and how the mirror would never close properly.
"Brad has fucked me against that counter so many times, sometimes I would be getting ready for work, he wouldn't even bother with any small talk, or kisses. He would still be sleepy and walk in with his morning wood, just bend me over not caring about my makeup or work clothes. He would just lift my skirt up, pull my panties to the side and use me like a cock sleeve just to get his morning wood off. He would cum on my clothes or wipe his cock on my dress and send me to work. I have gotten so many stares from my co-workers and even people in our apartment." Ann said.
James was silent for a moment and moved up beside Ann. Ann felt the loss of James's fingers from her pussy. Ann stopped stroking James's cock.
James asked "Is that why you wanted to move into a new place when you broke up with Brad? You wanted to get a new place even though you have to travel far to work."
"Yes, but also things and people we used to know, were not the same as they used to be." Ann said.
"What do you mean?" James asked curiously. James remembered all their old neighbours were such sweet and kind people.
"You remember Mrs.Robinson, that sweet old lady from across the hall. You used to help her with her groceries and we used to have tea with her. She used to think we were such a cute couple together, She treated us like her grandchildren." Ann said.
James knew how thin the walls were in their apartment and figured Mrs.Robinson could hear Brad and Ann.
"Brad made me knock on her door in nothing but a black thong and high heels. I was wearing collar around my neck with fresh cum on my face, my body was so sweaty from the fucking and the words 'fuck pig' written on my forehead. You can imagine the shock on her face when I asked her if she had lube so that I can get my shithole fucked for the next round," Ann said.
"You really did that?" James gulped, shocked as Ann would never even leave the apartment in a dress that revealed a little cleavage.
"Can you imagine the shock on my face when she returned with a bottle of lube and a ball gag. With a wink, she said I will be needing them both. Oh that old slut. I guess we all have our kinky secrets." Ann said.
"Wow," James thought. It just felt so strange because there are always some people you respect so much, you can never imagine them as a sexual being.
" Fuck, I love watching you squirm like this. Go on baby, stroke your cock a little faster but don't you dare cum. You remember our favourite pizza place and that sweet college boy, Jimmy, who delivers our order every time. You used to treat him like a younger brother, you knew he was repaying his college loans and tip him generously. I know how he used to look up to you, ask you for your advice and how respectable he saw me," Ann said.
James knew Jimmy was a good kid but didn't have a supportive family. James would always guide him, he even referred him to a couple of job interviews. He had lost touch with Jimmy when he moved out.
"Well, that opinion of me changed quickly when he delivered pizza the first time after you had moved out. Brad told him to come in, as the door was open. Can you imagine the shock on his face when he saw me bouncing on Brad's cock, in my old cheerleading uniform. Brad was fucking my ass while I was riding him reverse cowgirl. He could see everything, baby. My body was covered in sweat, my top pulled down revealing my tits and my skirt bunched around my waist.
He almost dropped the pizza when Brad ordered me to tip him with a blowjob and I obeyed him like an obedient slut," Ann said.
"You gave Jimmy a blowjob?" James stuttered, even as he said it he could believe Ann would do something like that.
"Can you picture it, baby? Me dropping to my knees and crawling to Jimmy. Pulling his cock out and sucking him like a dirty slut. The way he was groaning, I think he enjoyed it more than all the money you gave him. He didn't last five minutes, baby. I let him cum all over my face. And of course, every time after that I had our favourite pizza, it was with Brad's cum as a topping." Ann said in a sultry voice.
Joe's pizza place was where James had taken Ann on their first date. James loved their pepperoni pizza and knew next time they went to Joe's he would be thinking of Ann with a pizza slice covered in thick cum. Fuck, James groaned, Brad was really fucking with all the things he loved.
"Brad loved to show everyone what an obedient slut I was. He loved fucking me in public places where people can see what a dirty slut I was for him. One day he was roughly face fucking me in the elevator. I was squatting on the floor with my skirt bunched around my waist and fingering my needy pussy. It was late and we had just got back from one of his kinky clubs. I was wearing a collar with a leash and he was using it to hold my head in place. You can imagine how I felt when Mr and Mrs.Thompson walked into the elevator. I heard Mrs.Thompson gasp when she saw me and what I was doing." Ann said.
James remembered the older couple. They didn't have any kids of their own. They were always so kind and polite. They treated Ann and James like their own kids. James even remembered how Mr.Thompson even had a chat with him in their apartment lobby about how he should treat Ann right, like he was her father. James loved that he was so caring. But James had to admit, he did have a little crush on Mrs.Thompson.
"You remember, we even talked about growing old like them, how they had that special connection even after so many years of marriage. Mrs.Thompson loved you and made your favourite lasagna every weekend. Brad spoke to them casually while he thrust deep into my throat. Before we made it to our floor, Brad came all over my face and covered my face with his thick cum. He just smiled politely, said good night and walked towards our apartment and I followed him on my knees like his bitch. I was so ashamed but when I turned to say good night, I could see the heated look on Mrs.Thompson's face and the rage in Mr.Thompson's face as he balled his fist. I really thought Mr.Thompson would confront Brad about the way he was treating me," Ann said.
