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I grabbed her head with my hands and jammed my cock into her throat. She made gagging, choking, and unpleasant sounds as I fucked her face. Drool dripped off her chin and her hair darkened against the sweat on her cheeks.
She pulled away and dragged her tongue over my shaft, submissively kissing my cock and panting. She stroked me with her fingers as her mouth lavished me and she panted and whimpered, smearing her drooly mess on her face.
Her big eyes looked up at me and she smiled, wiggling her tongue just under my tip, "You're so close I can feel it, cum on me, cum on my face." She grabbed my shaft and stroked it steadily, watching my face twist and hearing me groan.
"Stop resisting let me empty your balls." She laughed and pulled me to her mouth sucking. The heat of her mouth and tongue sent me over the edge with a loud noise. I came hard and she made a squeak of surprise as cum shot into her mouth several times.
She pulled her mouth away, letting the cum on her tongue fall onto her chin, neck, and chest, her hand stroking my cock, emptying the rest onto her nose and cheeks until the pulsing slowed to a weak drip. She sucked the tip, making me groan and jerk before licking cum from her hand and wrist, laughing.
"Mmmm, that's a lot for just putting sunscreen on me," She laughed again. She wiped cum from her chin and watched it string before sucking it off her finger.
"I think you're getting weirder and kinkier." I said as she giggled and played with the cum that dripped down her chest.
"I just love when you're possessive and rough and use me like an object; but you're too nice so I have to coach you into it."
"I think you've been hanging out with your sister too much."
"Ooooh, she loves handprints." Liv laughed again before reaching for her towel and wiping away the sticky, white, mess that now coated her face and torso; "Come on, let's go get in the water!"
She jumped to her hands and knees and crawled toward the curtain, "Liv,"
"What?"
"You still need to sunscreen your front and face."
She held up a finger, "Right."
We played at the beach for most of the rest of the afternoon, taking breaks for water and cocktails. She tried to teach me how to surf, something I didn't know she could do; and then we borrowed toys for building a sandcastle, which turned into a sand fortress that she tried to model after Hyrule and failed dismally. Wet sand doesn't form sharp peaks well.
After a long day in the sun, we were beat, dehydrated, and ready to eat so we headed into the room and showered. We showered separately since neither of us has any kind of self-control, and our reservations were in forty-five minutes; and she wanted to look nice.
Which, of course she did, hair folded into a loose princess braid that showered her black cocktail dress with the uncontrollable wash of fire that was her hair. It set off her porcelain face, legs and arms in a way that made her look either angelic or devilish depending entirely on the angle. And whatever ridiculous expression she was using to get her way. She gets her way a lot. It's those damn, big, brown eyes which she framed with dark lashes and just a touch of eyeliner to make the gold-brown pop.
We went down to the resort dining room which was stunning. A giant chandelier frosted in crystal hung over the center of the wood paneled room. Our table was seated next to a fireplace that crackled beside the table covered in a white tablecloth. We were treated to cocktails, fresh salad, followed by the best surf and turf I've ever had. The whole dinner, Liv and I spent debating the appropriate ranking of the Soul Calibur characters by strength.
We stayed for a second round of cocktails and dessert before heading out to dance on the tiled patio. The resort had fielded a live swing band and Liv and I had a blast twisting away as the sunset. I move like a cow on skates when dancing, but Liv is so good she makes me look good anyway. At the end of our third song straight, we collapsed against the railing of the patio laughing.
A waiter came around bringing out champagne and we helped ourselves, sipping and catching our breath. She clung to my shoulder as she sipped her drink watching other couples move as we chatted about whatever came to mind.
I jumped when a voice spoke to my left. We didn't know anyone there, so I wasn't expecting to be greeted. I turned and felt like I'd been hit in the eyes by a spotlight. A gorgeous, pale redhead was standing with a man I also didn't recognize.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoHello. Your story has been a really good (and hot!) read up to this point, this chapter included. I really like the relationship (and the kinks) that you've built up between the two main characters and always look forward to another chapter being posted.
In terms of your score, it seems as though the LW category caters to a particular niche market, and a large number of readers who browse it seem to be looking for a specific type of story only. I must admit that I'm not really sure what type of story this category was originally DESIGNED for myself, as it's name is a bit more ambiguous than some others, but everything tends to find a place over time.
The most receptive home for (consensual) cuckold/cuckquean stories tends to be in Fetish, which probably makes sense when you think about it. This is evident by the high scores that all previous chapters of this story have received, and deservedly so I might add!
I understand why you felt that maybe this chapter could have belonged in a different category to the rest, as it wasn't really heavy on the cuckquean content in the way that earlier ones were. It did focus more on the romantic side of the couple's life, rather than their shared fetish.
Still, my advice would be, once you've found a comfortable home for a long-running story, it's probably best to post all future chapters in the same category, even if one or two chapters deviate from the main theme.
As an example, if I was to post a story about the daily sex lives of the human-alien-android hybrid crew aboard the Starship Orgasm in the 51st century (patent pending!!) anywhere other than in Sci-fi/Fantasy then I probably wouldn't really be reaching the best target audience for it, even if it had some elements of gay/lesbian, cheating, BDSM, group sex or whatever. The score for my no doubt award-worthy story would potentially suffer as a result. But I digress...
Thanks for posting. Keep up the good work. Can't wait for the next chapter!
Karotte11 months ago5 Stars from me! I LOVED this part as every other part. As already mentioned by other commenters the category LW is sometimes a little... "special" when it comes to ratings. Please don't let yourself discourage by that. It is an AMAZING story and I love the connection between them - this time just both of them without interferences (it also needs parts like this - although I missed Maggie a little bit).
Contrahent11 months agoYour story is awesome. The loving wives category features some extremely toxic readers who loathe any form of non-monogamy, consensual or not. Please don't mistake their vitriol for the average behavior on lit. It isn't.
To the person who posted about LW readers not wanting alternative lifestyles "forced on them", LW *used* to feature lots of stories about wife swapping. The cheating stories and the current toxicity took over later. If you go back 10+ years you'll see what i mean. The hateful people took over LW, and while some have stayed to try to push back, most have left the category for others.
Anonymous11 months agoI think the low score is that it is kinda in the wrong category. It also needed a little bit of editing, a few bad sentences, and was a little repetitive.
That said, welcome back! And it's not nearly as bad as the score has it, just not quite as good as your usual work. Even Stephen King wrote 'Bag of Bones', and as bad as that one was, it was still better than Twilight.
