Hannah Forever Single Ch 04

Hannah Forever Single -- Chapter 04

Hannah wanted me to tell her the story of the Halloween party where Chelsea and Rick finally peeled the last lie away from my cuckolding, but it was a hard memory. (Yes, in every sense.) Hannah loved to hear my stories of past humiliations. It turned her on, but it wasn't just about the fetish; she also helped me put the memories in a new context. She turned each shameful memory into a positive experience with her. And I did the same. When Hannah would tell me about a bad sexual experience from her past, she would always turn it into our own play. It deepened our bond.

Still, we made nothing official. She remained "forever single" in my phone. Both of us could date whomever we chose. But I chose only Hannah. We lived and worked together in a house we rented. I had my office for consulting work. And she had her own studio for her on-camera private sessions with clients. Business was booming. In fact, I think the experiments between Hannah and I only made her more adventurous with clients. It helped fuel her stories. And it was hard work coming up with ways to keep her clients engaged and coming back repeatedly. (Yes, in every sense.) They'd seen her nude and in various costumes and lingerie, but it was the fantasy that hooked them. She was Scheherazade telling her tales of Arabian Nights.

Often I would stand outside her studio door and listen in. I could have just opened the video feed from my office. I had full access to her content as an admin, but I respected that line. Besides, it felt more exciting, standing there with my ear pressed to the wall, rubbing my cock through my pants, listening to her tell another man how good he made her feel, how much she wanted him to fuck her, or how hard he made her come. And lately, there were the men who wanted to hear her say how she owned their cocks, how she kept keys to their chastity cages on a chain around her waist, dangling above her pussy as she jerked herself off to the sounds of them begging to let them out.

Today I heard a new conversation through the door.

She said, "Are you going to come?"

The muted voice through the speaker said, "Fuck, yes."

"Are you going to come inside my pussy?"

"Oh, fuck, please!"

"But then my roommate will know."

"I don't care."

"He's right outside the door. He can hear us."

My heart jumped. Did she know? Or was that just part of the act?

"That's OK, baby," she said. "He loves it when I fuck other men."

I heard the male voice groaning.

She said, "If you fill me up, I'll make him eat it."

"Fuuuuck," the voice cried.

"That's right, come for me. My cuck roommate will lick it all up for you."

I didn't hear the rest. I had to run back to my office. I dropped my pants and milked my jerking cock over my hand. I had already spurted a little as I ran away.

Panting, I looked at the puddle of cum in my palm.

"Be a good boy," Hannah's voice came from behind me.

I jumped. I hadn't heard her open the door. Or maybe in my haste, I forgot to close it. I turned and there was no way to hide what I was doing. My pants were around my ankles. I had my dripping cock in one hand, a puddle of cum in the other. Drips of my cum splashed on the floor.

Hannah wore a long red wig. Otherwise she was nude except for her black, stiletto heels. Her pussy was shiny from where she had been masturbating. She kept a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair above her vulva. Her areolae were puffy and her pink nipples erect. She began to stroke and pull at them. She looked at my hand.

"Finish what you were doing."

I brought my hand up to my mouth. She dropped her hand to her pussy and played with herself.

I stuck my tongue into the mess in my hand and slurped.

"Mm," she moaned. "Clean it all up, Johnny. He made such a mess and you get to lick it all up."

I groaned as I lapped and drank noisily until my hand was clean. We never broke eye contact.

When I was done, she pointedly looked down at the floor.

My heart beat faster as I realized what she wanted me to do. I dropped to my hands and knees. My face hovered over the large drops of cum that spilled when I jumped as she came in. I looked up at her.

"Every drop," she said.

I put my tongue down and lapped the floor.

She stepped in front of me, her high heels on either side of the mess I was cleaning. I could hear her fingers squelching in her pussy. I could smell the light almond of her pussy. My mouth drooled on the floor and I licked that up with the rest. When the floor was clean, I waited face down to hear her orgasm.

I looked up. Her lithe legs looked stunning. She brought her fingers out of her pussy and touched them to my chin, lifting it higher. I felt her wetness on my skin. I saw the golden dragon tattoo on her inner wrist. My eyes scanned over her tan body, the fine hair across her lower belly where the gold chain of tiny keys hung, the diamond in her belly ring, the soft line between her teardrop-shaped breasts, the "serenity" tattoo on her ribs, her long neck and finally her plump lips. Her light brown eyes stared down at me. She smirked.

"You liked my story," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Did you think I didn't know you were outside all those times?"

I froze.

Yes

.

"No," I said.

"My little Johnny can't help himself. It's not enough he gets to fuck my pussy and eat his come from me. He has to jerk it all the time, too."

I swallowed hard.

"Well?" she said.

"Y-yes."

She lifted her foot and lightly tapped my balls with the sharp toe of her shoes.

She said, "I don't think these make enough to satisfy your hunger for cum."

I groaned, both from the statement and the pressure of her foot against my balls. She was so delicate, yet insistent.

"Or," she said, "maybe we should

prevent

you from playing with it." She swayed her hips, jiggling the chain of keys.

She gently slid the tip of her shoe against the crown of my cock, smearing the patent leather with cum. "Or both."

She laughed and turned to leave. "I'll see what I can do, Johnny."

I watched her round dancer's ass bounce as she left the room. My heart was pounding so rapidly, I could feel my pulse in my ears where her laugh still echoed. My head was spinning. Would she really do those things to me? For me? Did I really want her to? Or was it just a fantasy she was toying with to see what I would do?

Of course, Hannah knew from my stories that I had eaten another man's cum before. My wife, Chelsea, had fucked my best friend, Rick, for months before my marriage ended. I had cleaned up my wife's freshly fucked pussy many times, even though she and Rick never acknowledged it. Chelsea tried repeatedly to make me admit it. She even flouted the evidence simply to see how far I would go in denying what I was doing -- what I clearly loved. Rick made sly jokes, and he and Chelsea seemed to enjoy making me an accomplice to their conspiracy.

After sex, and often during, Hannah would have me tell her more of the story.

#

The day of the Halloween party was coming up. Chelsea and my best friend, Rick, were talking about it over dinner. They were now always side-by-side, and I sat across from them. The tables had literally turned for Chelsea and me. She would give Rick signs of affection -- touching him, leaning against his arm, kissing his shoulder. She laughed at his jokes. I laughed along, still unable to call them out for shoving it in my face. I silently counted the minutes until she would literally put it in my face when Rick left -- letting me lick her to another orgasm while I coated myself in the cum Rick fucked into her before I came home from work. When Rick would finally leave, I rarely let her get the front door closed behind him before I was begging to eat her pussy.

A few days before, while I was eating her by the door again, I took my cock out of my pants.

Chelsea said, "What are you doing?"

I said, "I thought..."

"What? You want to fuck me?"

I nodded. "Or..."

"Or, jerk off while you eat my...?" She waited for me to fill in the rest.

I wanted to say what I was really doing, but couldn't. Instead, I said, "Y-yes. I want to jerk off while I eat you."

"Fine," she said, "You can play with yourself. But..." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "When you come, do what you did the other night."

I knew what she meant. The night they saw I had a hard-on tenting my pants and she and Rick insisted I go into the bathroom to 'take care of it.' I had heard her and Rick fucking in the living room while I jerked off in the bathroom. When they came, so did I. And when I did, I compulsively licked up my cum for the first time. She knew because she could taste it when she kissed me after. And I could taste Rick's cum in her mouth from when she cleaned his cock after their fucking.

I couldn't help myself; I moaned at the thought of jerking off for her and licking up my cum.

I nodded eagerly as she pressed my face back into her messy pussy. I noisly lapped and sucked where my friend had come at least once earlier that night. I held myself on edge until she came and then I finished in my hand.

I leaned back from her hips and looked up at her. My face was cool with the saliva, pussy juice, and jizz.

Chelsea's expression was complex. She was coming down from her orgasm. She couldn't deny that she got off on what I was doing. But then she shook her head at me and sighed.

"Go on," she said.

I brought my hand up to my mouth and let the cum slide into it.

She made a face. "Why do you like that?"

I shook my head. I was a long way from knowing why, or even questioning it. I said, "I only do it for you, Chelsea. I never..."

"

Some

people just have a taste for it, I guess," she said. "But if that's what you want, that's what I'll give you because I love you."

She bent over and picked up her underwear and skirt from where I pulled them off her. As she walked away, she said, "I

would

let you fuck me tonight, but you've already wasted your shot."

She walked away, carrying her clothes, wearing just her tee shirt and no bra, leaving me to stare at her beautiful bare ass. She exaggerated her wiggle. My stomach went cold. I could see bright red marks on her cheeks -- the red sting of a hand that earlier that night had slapped her ass repeatedly while they fucked.

*

Hannah stopped my story. We were on the couch together.

"Hold on," she said and stood up. She removed her pants and underwear and sat back down. Then she put up one finger to make me wait. She reached up inside her shirt and removed her bra. Finally, she sat cross-legged in front of me. "Is this all she had on?"

I nodded. I could smell the aroma of her pussy warmed from my story. I practically tasted the flavor in the air. Hannah's nipples stood up under the thin material of her tee, which was practically transparent anyway. She once said she didn't like to hide her expensive bras.

I sat across from her, also cross-legged.

She said, "Is it still hard?"

I gave her a look that said, "Duh."

"Sit in that chair."

"Yes, ma'am."

I stood up and moved to the chair she meant. It was an armless chair across from the couch. She walked slowly over to me, the picture of slinky, making the best of her dance training. She draped herself over my knee. Her ass up in the air. The tight muscles of her abs pressed against my cock through the fabric of my pants.

She said, "Your wife enjoyed getting her ass spanked."

"I... I guess so."

"Did

you

ever spank her?"

"N-no."

"But

he

did. Your best friend liked to spank girls' asses."

"Yeah. I'd seen him do that."

"But you never tried?"

"No."

Hannah wiggled her ass. I felt her belly grind into my cock.

"Well," she said, "I think it's time you tried it. Because..." She squirmed again. "I love it." She reached back and stroked her ass for me. "Don't worry; I'll teach you how I like it."

I swallowed hard. My cock flexed in my pants. I stroked her ass where her hand was. She moved her hand under her hip and fingered her pussy. She sighed as I began to squeeze and stroke her ass.

"That's right, baby," she said. "Warm me up." She ground her lower belly against my erection.

I played with her ass. It was so firm and high -- all that dance training. Yet, it still relaxed under my hands. Her skin was smooth. The very fine hairs shone under the light.

"Now, give it a whack," she said. "Let's see what you've got."

I blew out the air in my lungs and smacked her ass. It felt more like the little chuck to the shoulder you might give someone to say, "Good luck, kid."

"That's OK," she said. "Try again. Cup your fingers a bit and sweep across."

I did as she asked, which elicited a little flinch from her.

"Mm. OK. Better. We're looking for a little sting."

She coached me through a few more until I had the technique she wanted.

"There," she said, "Now, harder and in the same spot."

This time, I felt it vibrate in my hand and she shuddered and yelped.

"Mm, yes. Fuck. That's it," she said. "Spank me, John."

Not Johnny this time. I felt a thrill from it. It made me bolder.

"That's right," she said. "Keep it up like that. Don't stop unless I say, 'red.' OK?"

"Yes, M--" I almost said, 'ma'am' but I realized now was not the time. I kept going, building the red marks on her ass, occasionally going to the other cheek. She flinched and cried, "No, please. Please, stop!"

I hesitated, but I remembered the safe word and kept going. Her ass squirmed away from me as I went. Her grinding on my cock was going to push me over.

She furiously fingered her clit while I spanked her. I increased my frequency like I was trying to keep in time with the movements of her fingers -- one for every circle around. She cried out, "Yes, yes, fuck yes!"

At last she arched her back; her head came up, and her mouth opened wide as she came. Her scream was silent at first and then she let out a guttural moan before she shuddered several times and collapsed over my lap.

I softly stroked her ass, which was bright red now. I felt a pang of guilt. She caught her breath and softly hummed to herself. I felt my cock twitch against her stomach. The only thing that kept me from coming was my concentration on getting the spanking right for her.

At last, she stood up and straddled my hips, staring into my eyes. She pressed her sticky fingers into my mouth and I sucked them clean.

She said, "See how a girl could get to like that?"

I nodded and couldn't help myself. I pictured Chelsea bent over the couch screaming and moaning while Rick fucked her and spanked her ass, giving her that pink mark of my shame.

"Yes," I said, "I guess so."

Hannah ground down against my cock. She said, "Do you think a boy could like it?"

"I... I don't know."

"I bet a boy would. Bent over my knee. Crying for... more."

Fuck, yes, a boy might

. I marveled at how fast she could turn the tables.

"My Johnny didn't come in his pants, did he?"

I shook my head.

"Good boy." She gyrated in my lap. I groaned. "Now," she said, "Picture yourself over my knee with your cock between my legs and your bare ass in the air. Your pants are around your ankles because I jerked them down and threw you over my knee. Do you want that? Do you want me to punish you?"

"Oh, fuck."

"Is that a yes, Johnny?"

"I want... whatever you want."

"Tsk. No, that's not what I want to hear, Johnny."

"Fuck, yes, please. I want you to spank my ass, Hannah."

"And will your little cock squirt when I squeeze it between my thighs?"

"Yes, please."

"Mm hmm. You want me to spank you until you pump your little load all over my bare legs?"

"Fuck."

"A thick smear all over my thighs, on my feet -- a shiny little puddle on the floor."

I groaned. My mouth hung open. I could feel myself ready to explode.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up, leaving me panting and desperate. She walked away.

"Maybe, later," she said winking, leaving me to stare at her red cheeks swaying as she walked out of the room, just as Chelsea left me frustrated at the door that day long ago.

#

One day, I came out of my office because I heard Hannah and another voice in the living room. I walked out to see Hannah talking with a woman on the couch. Hannah was still dressed for work -- that is, she was in a completely transparent pink body suit and a blond wig. The woman she was talking with wore jeans and a tee shirt. She had long, sandy blond hair. She didn't look up as I walked in until Hannah saw me.

"Kelly, this is my business partner, John."

Kelly turned to me and smiled. She had striking blue eyes. Her skin was lightly freckled. I said 'hi' and reached out my hand to shake hers.

Kelly said, "This is the Johnny I've heard so much about?"

That took me aback. She used 'Johnny', which made me wonder what Hannah was telling her friend. Or maybe she was just friendly that way.

I shrugged. "Maybe. Depends on the stories Hannah's sharing."

Hannah said, "Kelly and I like to share."

I laughed because I knew Hannah was yanking my chain (and maybe slyly changing the subject?) I didn't take the bait. Kelly bailed me out.

"Nothing bad at all, I promise."

"Don't worry. Kelly knows I'm forever single."

"Much to my despair," Kelly said, laughing.

I relaxed a bit as I took in that info. OK, so this wasn't the opening scene of a porn film. Got it. At least, as far as I was involved.

Hannah said, "Kelly is here to help me with a client."

"Oh?" I said. Suddenly, I was back on the wrong track.

"Kelly is my best friend and from time to time, she and I put on a little show."

Kelly added, "

If

the price is right."

"Of course," I said.

Hannah said, "You'd do it for free."

"I have, yes," Kelly said.

They gave each other a smile. I realized the flirting was part of their warm up, which was my cue to give them their space.

"Can I get you anything from the kitchen?" I said.

"No, we're all set," Hannah said. "I'm going to help Kelly find something to change into, and then we'll be in the studio and out of your hair."

Hannah looked at Kelly and tilted her head to one side. Kelly looked over at me and then back at Hannah and nodded.

"OK, then, let's go," Hannah said.

They got up, and I went to the kitchen to get my drink, trying not to think of the two of them playing together on camera. Now that I knew Hannah could tell sometimes when I was outside her door listening, I had to be extra careful. Today I would not risk getting caught.

I went back to my office and, after a few minutes, a soft knock came on my door. Hannah opened it before I could invite her in. She gave me a face of mock disappointment.

"Not jerking it yet to two beautiful young girls fucking across the hall?"

"Give me time," I said.

She laughed as she came in and closed the door behind her.

"So," she said, "I've got a little favor to ask of you."

She came up to me, and I turned in my chair to face her. My interest was definitely piqued.

"My client has a particular fetish..."

I nodded. Of course, that's the whole business.

"And Kelly has agreed to be part of it," Hannah continued.

Now, my imagination was stirred along with other parts of me. I hung on every word as Hannah stood close.

"The client is into cuckqueen scenes and she would like to see the sub female eating the domme female's..." Hannah stepped between my legs and leaned over me. Her breasts swayed slightly against the thin body suit.

"Eating?" I said.

"A creampie." Hannah said.

"Oh, fuck," I whispered.

Hannah nodded and dropped her hands to my waist.

"Kelly thinks you're nice and you look healthy, and I assured her you are completely safe and... delicious."