How Bad She Needs To Be Good Ch 04

Chapter 4

I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of our entry alarm beeping. It took a couple of moments to realize it wasn't our phone alarms. By that time, the beeping ended as someone entered the disarm code. Sir had come into the house.

He had the key and the alarm code. He could show up whenever he wanted, and it was three A.M. I quickly rinsed my mouth with water from the glass by my bedside and tried to straighten myself up for him.

His shadow filled the doorframe before I could wipe the sleep from my eyes.

In his smooth baritone voice, he said, "The cuck can get out of bed and stand against the wall."

My husband, Tim, was in shock since this was Sir's first unannounced drop-in. But he jumped up immediately and stood against the wall. Because we typically slept in the nude, Tim had nothing to cover himself with. He dropped his hands down to cover his genitals.

"Hands to the side," Sir said. He turned to me. Allen -- Sir -- was imposing in the dark. I couldn't see his beautiful eyes, only the outline of his body, which had that gorgeous triangle of shoulders to hips. He wasn't in his typical suit. Today it was a simple white t-shirt and jeans. I hoped he chose that for me. Back when we first met, and he was renting a room in my dad's house, the t-shirt and jeans were what he wore when we worked together in the garage on the MG Sprite. We had talked late into nights as he taught me how to maintain a car. That's where my crush began. He was over twenty years older than me and that slight silver in his hair and in his neatly trimmed beard made him look so much more distinguished. But the body -- the body was as taut as ever. I could see the cut of his arm muscles backlit by the hall light.

His eyes were on me as I lay frozen on the bed with the bedding pulled up to cover my body. He reached over to the corner of the bed, grabbed the bedding, and pulled it slowly. By inches, my nude body came into view -- my shoulders, teardrop breasts, the curve between my waist and my hips, my calves, and pink-painted toes. I was breathing heavily from the surprise, so my chest was rising and falling. My nipples were already erect on my light-brown areolae, but as the cooler air blew over them, I could feel how sensitive they were already. The exposure also brought attention to the dew forming on my bare vulva -- shaved for Sir's pleasure.

"God, you're beautiful," Sir said. "A work of art."

I blushed. Tim was silent against the wall, but I could see his dick rising.

Sir rubbed his own cock through his jeans. He said, "I wanted to make you wait longer, Rebecca, but I couldn't get your performance today out of my mind. The way you relished that cum cocktail, and practically begged to be fucked after... A man has only so much self-control."

I felt the flutter in my chest. Was Allen finally going to allow me to touch him there? Would I really get to see his cock? Maybe taste it? I wanted to leap off the bed into his arms.

"Sir," I said, "I want this so much. All these years." I stood, but my legs were weak. I needed to collect myself. "Sir, may I freshen up?"

"I've waited this long, my pet. Take your time."

I looked at Tim, who was also breathing heavily. As I went into the adjoining bathroom, I felt both their eyes on me.

I closed the door and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a fright. Hardy fuckable. I knew I didn't have time. I got a washcloth wet and ran it over my face, underarms, and the rest of me. I touched up my hair -- but my auburn curls are tough to tame. Mainly, I tried to ease my pounding heart. I felt panic as I realized what I was about to do. Up to now, I could write off this experience as playacting. Very serious play, for sure. Sir had spanked me to orgasm, sure, and I had been edging myself and following other instructions. But tonight I think Allen really wanted to take me and make me his.

What if I didn't measure up? He could fuck me and find me lacking. He's clearly had so many women. He could have any woman he wanted. He was here tonight for me, but I knew some of that was fantasy -- a forbidden fruit for both of us, finally consumed. And once he had me, there was no hiding from reality.

And if I were insufficient for Allen, what would that mean for all the humiliations my husband endured up to now? This was Tim's fantasy, too. I don't think he could go back to the way things were before. I enjoyed it too. I mean, Tim and I shared a water glass of cum. Would I have to go out onto the market and find another man to fuck to keep our marriage happy? No one would be like Allen. No one.

From the other side of the door, I heard Allen's voice. "You can't disappoint me, my pet. Come out now." I took a deep breath, exhaled and opened the door.

Sir was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. My husband stood against the wall on the other side of the bed. His dick was still hard. I hoped Sir's was too. I looked into his eyes, waiting.

He crooked his finger toward me and I stepped forward. Sir reached to the lamp on the nightstand, turning it on. He cocked his head, looking me up and down.

"I have dreamed of taking you, my pet. But this is only our first time. No matter how it turns out, we'll keep practicing and working to become the sexual partnership we've both dreamed of. If we don't come, that's OK. If you need to stop, that's OK. If you become overwhelmed, we can relax. We have a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Allen." I didn't call him Sir. In this moment, I felt we were more intimate partners than Domme and sub. At least he didn't correct me. Like he said, we have a lifetime.

Sir said, "Cuck, do you understand?"

Tim was so nervous. I could see his hands shake. He said, "Yes, sir. I do."

Did he? I wondered. Despite Allen calling him 'cuck' and the fact that Tim was standing literally aside for Sir to take me, Allen and I were becoming lovers in front of him. This wasn't just roleplay. I loved Allen. He was the missing piece of my puzzle. It was the piece that my husband didn't have that made the picture complete. From now on, Tim would live to support the love story between Allen and me -- a key part of which was my husband's humiliation.

"Come taste your wife, cuck."

"Yes, Sir," Tim said. He walked uneasily around the bed to me and kneeled at my feet. He looked up at me.

I said, "Are you ready for this?" My husband nodded and gazed at my pussy. I could feel how wet it was. He could probably see it shining in the low light from the lamp. Sir used his knee to nudge him in the back. Tim tilted his head up and licked me. He moaned.

It felt good. It felt right. Tim, with his face between my legs, eagerly lapping while Allen and I made loving eye contact.

Sir said, "I want you to savor this, cuck. Take a moment to remember every flavor of your wife's pussy. Is it sharp? Is it sweet? Is it metallic or honeyed? It's like wine, cuck. Remember the base and top notes."

My husband was slurping and lapping like a dog as he tried to get his tongue deep in me. He nibbled and tugged my lips with his. He ran his tongue under my hood and around the clit. He wasn't trying to make me come. He wanted to reach every fold, every millimeter of skin. And he wanted to warm it all up for Sir.

Sir said, "This will become your most precious memory, cuck. Inhale her musk, rub your face and nose in her juices. Get the tang of the sweat and slight earthiness in each fold."

Tim rubbed his nose across my clit, sending sparks through me. He was soaking his face in my pussy.

"I need you to remember all these sensations -- the slickness of her, the exact shade of pink of her vagina and the shadows waiting for her master. Remember, cuck, because it will never taste the same to you again. You will never taste her again before I've been inside her."

I shuddered. Tim moaned. I reached down and caressed his hair as his head bobbed and turned, trying to get every inch of me committed to memory.

I said to Allen, "You promise, sir? Only after you?"

"From this moment forward, he will only know

our

taste, my pet."

Tim whined and lapped and suckled at me.

"Is that what you want, Tim?" I said. "Never to taste me again like this?"

It wasn't a fair question. He groaned and shoved his tongue as deep into my vagina as he could reach. I felt his tongue twist, and I heard him slurp as if through a straw. He swallowed and lapped.

Without warning, Allen reached over to pull Tim's shoulder away from me. Tim held his face into me as long as he could still reach, but Sir's strength was too much. Tim looked up at me with his mouth open and drooling. There was desperation in his eyes. His face was coated in my slickness. He licked his lips clean and tried to extend his tongue around his mouth to taste what was there.

Sir pushed him out of the way, and I fell forward into my master's arms. He caressed my skin, awakening every square inch of my inner arms, my shoulders, my back, the arch of my lower back, my inner hip, my ass, my inner thigh, up to my neck, down my chest to the curve of my lower belly where I ached to feel him.

I fell to my knees between his legs. I reached my hands under his shirt. I ran them all over his skin, feeling the soft hair on his belly and chest, the tight muscles of his arms, his abs. He pulled his shirt up and off, tossing it aside. Watching it land, I glimpsed my husband lying on the floor just inches from me. His dick was drooling against his leg. His useless pre-cum draining away.

I kissed Sir's chest. I sucked on his nipple, making it hard, eliciting a moan from my master. I kissed down to his waistband. I felt his thick cock through his jeans. Was I finally going to see it up close? I wasn't the young voyeur watching another woman try to swallow his cock and failing. I wasn't looking on as his cum dripped off her face. Would I, at last, be the one to worship his cock and bring him pleasure?

I held my hands at his fly buttons, and panting, looked up at him for permission. I must have looked frightening for how desperately I wanted to devour him.

He touched my hair and nodded.

I wanted to rip the buttons off, but I decided to feel each one slip out of its eye, opening more and more of him to me -- to my mouth. As I released each button, I kept my chin gently pressing down on his cock. When the last button popped, I pulled the jeans down his thighs. His shiny black briefs barely contained him. I could see the wetness of his pre-cum soaked through in a shimmering line that followed nearly from the base to the tip, which was pressed out under the waistband. The crown was so thick and pink, surrounded by the darker ring of his foreskin that could no longer contain the taut head of his cock. I ran my tongue over the rim and touched the nectar flowing out of his urethra. I sucked it back in my mouth. It was honey sweet and thick. I held my lips over it and gently sucked to pull more into my mouth.

"Oh, my God, it's better than I dreamed," I said. My husband whined. I said, "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, my cuck. You

don't

get to watch this. Stand up and face the wall."

"Yes, mistress." He stood up next to us, facing the wall next to the bathroom door. I saw a drip fall from his dick against his leg as he stood up.

"And for Pete's sake, don't let that dick drip on the carpet! Catch it in your hand."

"Yes, mistress."

"Good," I said, "make no more noise or you'll have to stand in the hall." He nodded.

I turned back to my prize. This close to it, I was in awe. "Sir, your cock is so beautiful. It's so thick. It's so long. I don't know if I can fit it in me yet."

"That's why I'm here this soon." Allen said, "I know it will take time, and I didn't want to wait another night to start your training."

I pulled his underwear down and away. I smelled the musk of his cock. I tasted the saltiness of his sweat as I traced my lips down and down to the base as I peeled the cloth away. Freed, it stood straight up, with a perfect arc toward his belly. The veins wrapped thickly around his shaft like fingers.

I held my breath. I don't know cock sizes. Before this, I thought my husband was big. I don't estimate inches well. I ran my fingers up the length of Sir's cock and it seemed like two hands tall. I wrapped my fingers around it and my thumb and fingers could not touch. I could not imagine my mouth would open wide enough for him. I knew vaginas could accommodate girth, and I was eager to try; but his length scared me. Would it hurt? Would I ever give him the satisfaction of bottoming out inside me, or would I always have to ride the top half, never connecting at the root?

Sir touched my cheek. "It will fit," he said. "Be patient."

I imagined my husband hearing those words. With his back to us, he hadn't seen me lusting for the full monster in front of me.

"But I've had nothing this big, sir. Or this thick."

Sir laughed. "I believe nothing

less

than this will ever satisfy you again, my pet. Are you ready to try?"

"If it takes all night, sir," I said. "If it takes a lifetime."

"Take me in your mouth."

"Mm. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I let my lips run up the side of his shaft, the tip of my tongue chasing the veins along. I drooled a path all the way to the top, where I let the tip of my tongue drain my saliva down from the tip. That permitted me to begin lightly stroking to spread my spit the whole length. I licked my lips. I tried to look up at him, but there was no way to go down that far and keep looking up. I made an 'O' of my lips and started lowering my face over his cock like a sheath to a sword.

I got as far as the crown and had to stop. I needed to savor him. I felt like my mouth was full already as the crown pressed against my tongue and upper palate. I suckled softly, easing his pre-cum out to mix with my saliva. I let my tongue explore the inside of the foreskin all around the glans. The salt and sweet mixed, and I rolled my eyes back in pleasure. I lifted my gaze to him.

"You taste so much better than I imagined. My husband tastes like... nothing."

I opened up again and noisily slurped. Yes, I said that all for my husband, but it was true. Allen's cock felt alive and whole. Tim's dick was flat and sterile. Yes, I loved the taste of cum, whether it came from Tim or Sir, but Allen's cock had a flavor. In some ways, it was like the taste of my pussy, or a deep tongue kiss. I could imagine just doing this for hours, nursing the crown of my master's cock while he watched TV or read a book. That was a good purpose for me.

I went further down his shaft. I could feel my jaw open and the muscles complain. Then Sir's soft fingers caressed my jaw, helping me relax.

"Open from the back, Becky," Sir said.

That helped. My mouth widened, and I felt the crown roll over the back of my tongue.

"Breathe now," he said. "Slow and open."

"Mm hm."

The flesh of his cock filled the space, pulled my cheeks in slightly. I let myself just feel the fullness inside me. Allen's cock was filling my whole mouth. I let go of the idea that I would get him all. That's a bridge too far. But I let myself slide a little further to feel the soft skin of his glans brushing against the back of my throat.

The fear bubbled up. If I gagged, I wouldn't get him out of my mouth fast enough. If I went further, I wouldn't have air.

"Swallow," Sir said.

I did. It seemed to help. My uvula became more accustomed to the pressure of the cock. It was as if it was all part of me. And wasn't it? My mouth was just part of Allen's body now, an extension of his flesh. I kept swallowing, and Allen moaned softly each time.

He said, "I can't believe I finally have you here. Tim, your wife has a third of my cock in her mouth. Her lips are stretched. The drool is running down. She's so patient."

I loved his words. The thought of what Tim could see in his imagination was better than what he could see with his eyes.

"Deep breath, Becky."

"Mm hmm."

I took that breath and pressed down while swallowing. I was determined to get as far as I could in one move. I may not hold it for long. I could feel the mucus at the back of my throat thickly coating Allen's cock. I swallowed and moved. I felt him enter my throat. I moaned so loudly, Tim whimpered. But I didn't choke. I opened my eyes. I seemed so close. I moved lower still.

But like looking up from the bottom of a swimming pool, the urge to breathe overwhelmed me. I pulled back up, agonizing as each inch released itself from me. I let him all the way out and gasped for breath. I immediately longed to get it back in me, but Sir stopped me with a touch.

I looked into his eyes. That mix of mucus, pre-cum, and saliva dripped from my lips and down my chin. I let my mouth hang open as I panted and waited.

"Straddle me," he said.

This was better. I stood up as he brought his thighs together. I spread my legs wide and scooted in so they were outside his legs. He grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to him, closer to his cock. Again, and I was standing with his shaft pressed against my vulva. It stood up past my belly button. I bit my lip.

Sir reached under and fingered my pussy, spreading my juices all around my lips. I was so wet, some dripped off his knuckles. Then he grabbed me by my hips and pressed me up with his arms until I was hovering over his cock.

"Oh, fuck," I cried as my feet left the floor. I held my core tight for balance. I was completely at the mercy of his strength now. He lined up my pussy with his cock. Slowly, he lowered my body onto him. As he made contact, he paused. I shifted my hips until I felt the head press against my vagina. That alone felt like a stretch. But after a moment, I nodded, and he lowered me more. My mouth hung open as millimeter by millimeter he let me sink down onto him. I felt myself open. The sensations spread throughout my pelvis. I wasn't ready to come, but I was awash with pleasure that felt like heat working its way out. Looking down, his strength amazed me and I could not comprehend how much was going inside me. Finally, my toes touched the ground again. We were two people with a shaft of flesh between us. I reached down and stroked him and felt where we joined. I massaged the skin around my opening, feeling it completely stretched. It was almost as if it was my cock coming out of me and into him.

"Nothing compares to this, Sir. Nothing." I said.

"This next part is up to you." He said, "Only you can guide us the rest of the way. Go slower than ever. Be gentle with yourself. Your vagina will stretch and straighten. I will fit, but I

will

touch your cervix, which is very sensitive. But if you go extra slow, when we meet, you won't feel pain."

I heard Tim moan.

"Quiet, honey," I said, "Your wife has to concentrate."

If only he could see me slowly lowering my legs so that my vagina slowly crept down Sir's shaft, swallowing more and more. Allen was right, by moving only a fraction of an inch at a time, I was opening up. My vagina was becoming straighter. My cervix would align, it would be waiting.

I remembered once buying one of those novelty dildos and going too rough with it, thinking that's how it was done. My cervix didn't like that. I've had pap smears and other procedures that felt like an assault. So, this made me nervous.

Which helped me go slow. I trusted Sir. I was in his care. He knew what to do. Plus, I had total control of the pace. I bet he could sit here for hours as hard as a rock as I stretched myself open on him.

I lowered until I could tell it was about to make contact. I could see my vulva just above the root of his cock. It seemed impossible that so much of him was inside me. I could see my lower belly distended around his shaft. It was a marvel.