Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free PDF Page B

off. This was a
singular event indeed! Emily rarely gave head – even in their
heyday, during the honeymoon and the few months after, Les’s cock
was seldom in Emily’s mouth. Blowjobs were a treat and were always
kept brief – a quick suck as some foreplay then she prised him
away. Les would have liked her to do a lot more, but he never
pushed, because that would be uncouth – and he’d married a
princess, not a cock sucking whore. On the odd occasions when she
indulged him, Emily was always in control – SHE sucked HIM – Les
did NOT fuck her mouth. And NEVER EVER was he allowed to come that
way. Emily would have given him his balls for breakfast if he’d
tried to empty them in her mouth. She had a real aversion to spunk
– at least to taking it orally; although recently she seemed
insatiable about having it squirted into her pussy!
    So this sudden impulse to have a gobble at his cock came as
something of a surprise to hubby, Les. When Emily pulled back the
covers and attacked his flaccid dick, Les asked her what was up.
Emily told him that she was feeling a little naughty and that he
should thank his lucky stars. Les happily accepted this and it
wasn’t long before he was hard as a rock.
    Emily sucked him with an enthusiasm she had never shown
before. Starting with Les lying flat on the bed, she got between
his legs and worked on the head, running her tongue all around the
glans and even daring to prod it into his piss slit. She took all
of him in, the cockhead knocking at the entrance to her throat as
she sucked on the entirety of his shaft. Then she climbed off the
bed and had Les sit on the edge so she could suck on his meat as
she knelt before him!
    Now that was more than a rarity – that had never happened.
Kneeling before her husband was not something Emily had ever done.
So was this a treat for Les as thanks for his devotion – for four
years of married fidelity and pampering to her whims?
    Hardly!
    As Emily sucked her husband’s cock in this submissive
position, she was thinking all the while about Her Nemesis,
imagining the taste of his cock in her mouth, imagining the size
and the feel of it swelling out her cheeks, and the glans invading
her throat. She bobbed up and down imagining her head was
stationary, held firmly by Her Nemesis’s strong manly hands while
he thrust at her mouth and fucked her gullet, smashing her nose
with his hairy pubis.
    Oblivious to this deception, Les got happily blown and it
wasn’t long before he was ready to shoot. “Emily! Emily! You have
to stop! I’m going to come!” he cried in warning.
    Emily carried right on, ignoring the plea and the annoyance
she felt over the pathetic reaction. Les tried to push her away,
but his heart wasn’t in it and Emily plunged back down, sucking his
cock all the harder.
    “Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!” Les moaned. Then a moment later his
balls erupted.
    Emily pulled back so that only Les’s glans was in her mouth.
She felt the first blast lash at her tongue and splash around her
palate. She was revolted. Emily could never bear to have cum in her
mouth. The first time she allowed it she had been physically sick –
after that she vowed never again. Yet here she was accepting a
portion, and a generous one at that – Les was gushing the stuff out
like a manic fountain. The flavour and the texture of Les’s semen
almost made her retch. Yet she held her husband’s cockhead in her
mouth and took every drop that he squirted out and swallowed it
down like a greedy little cum slut.
    And in her mind that cum belonged to another. Nemesis wasn’t
the only bitch at play that day, and arrogance wasn’t the only sin
that needed avenging. Emily rewarded her husband’s love and
devotion with a sickening betrayal through this very dubious
treat.
    Say hello to ‘Apate’ the goddess of deceit.
    Over the next few weeks there were further elevator incidents.
The frequency increased as Emily stayed late more often. She
deluded herself and blamed Her