5. Revenge -R18

Cassidy was panting, mouth pursed and open, her spit trailing down as drool to my cock. "Upgrades, you said. Did you get rid of your gag reflex?"

She nodded. "I tried to deep throat you and almost threw up in your lap, remember? I told you I practised, but I bought a perk."

I pushed her face down again onto my cock, and she sucked it in. I pushed her lower, and she swallowed my dick into her throat, and I just held her down there as she kept swallowing on it over and over.

When I went to pull her up so she could breathe, she resisted and brought her hand back and held mine in her hair, urging me to keep her down. So I did, and she used her tongue on my shaft and slid it down as far as she could.

And she stayed down, for longer and longer. And her tongue stopped moving.

She jerked once, and I realized she was passing out and pulled her up and off of my cock. "Cassidy!" I shouted, and slapped her face lightly to make sure she was waking up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried.

"Don't you fucking dare do that again," I said. "You don't get to do that to me."

"I just wanted you to know I would do it," she sobbed. "That I'd choke on your cock until I passed out if you want."

There was a darkness inside me, a dark shadow that wanted to do just that. To feel her do that. I knew it was my rage - it was so foreign to me that I could at least identify that it wasn't the usual me.

"We don't do that to each other, especially not without talking about it first," I growled.

"I'm sorry, just- I want to keep going. Let me keep going?" she pleaded.

"Fine," I said. "But this is a facefucking. This isn't a blowjob. And Cassidy? We arenot having sex. Not until I decide I can forgive you. Blowjobs and handjobs only, got it?"

Cassidy nodded. "Thank you," she said.

"Get to work," I said. My anger scared me a little. My willingness to treat this woman I had loved unconditionally as nothing more than a sex toy, for my gratification alone.

She got to work. She lowered her face and took my cock in her mouth again, and began vigorously blowing me, fucking her face on my cock. I let go of her hair and pulled up her crop top, revealing her bra. I pulled on the elastic and let it snap down hard - childish and petty, and she whimpered.

I undid the snap and she let me move her around until I'd pulled it off from under her shirt. Then I reached under her, into her shirt, and groped her tits roughly. Cassidy was slim - she prided herself in having grown into her body. She'd been a beanstalk in middle school and early high school, and during senior year she'd filled out.

Her tits were a large B cup - I knew that well, having bought her a couple dozen lingerie sets over the years. She loved modeling them for me.

Did she model them for other people, too?

I found her nipples and pinched them, and she squeaked and shuddered as she deepthroated my cock again.

What I was doing couldn't be pleasurable for her. I mauled her tits, tweaking her nipples. I reached down her back with both hands and wrapped my fingers into the leg holes of her jean shorts, yanking them high and hard until as much of her ass was exposed as possible, and then I spanked her. Hard.

I spanked her a good half dozen times, raining blows onto her ass cheek. I stopped myself before I went too far, but I could see a bright red handprint on her pale ass cheek.

"I can't believe my fiance was a pussy-hunting slut," I said, gathering up her hair again. "Nearly four hundred women? Are you fucking kidding me? Four hundred cunts you cheated on me with. Four hundred!" She was slamming her face down on my cock again - I checked myself to make sure I wasn't doing it to her. She was going hard enough I was worried she was going to break her nose.

"Fuck," I grunted, and didn't give her any more warning than that as I started cumming. It hit the back of her throat, and when she realized she started swallowing, sucking on me like my cock was a straw, slurping as much of me up as she could.

I released her hair, and afterwards she bathed my entire cock with her tongue, cleaning it tenderly. She carefully put it away back into my shorts and zipped me back up, and sat up and pressed her lips together, searching my face. "Thank you," she said, earnestly and deeply.

That look, that desperate look to see forgiveness, nearly broke me.

I turned to the road and hit the signal that I wanted to merge back on the highway. She sat back in her seat, hesitating as her ass hit the seat and I wasn't sure if I was worried or hoped that I'd bruised her butt. She buckled back in, and I merged onto the highway.

"Any time you want," she said into the quiet of the drive.