Carlos knew when they got out of the car and started heading towards the house where the party was he was in for a rough night. He should have given in to her and fucked her instead of teasing her while they were getting dressed at least she would be satisfied and content until they got back home.
He slides his arm around Cyn's shoulders and pins her close to him, like a naughty little girl she keeps trying to worm away, he grabs her hand and drags her from one group to another. When he reaches out to shake hands with a friend he had to let it go, that's when she was able to slip away.
Cyn begins walking around slowly, greeting people, grabbing another drink from the passing waiter, feeling very agitated, no not agitated just fucking horny.
She can feel Carlos's eyes on her watching her every move. This only gets her hotter knowing she is driving him crazy. Looking around the crowd she finds what she is searching for, makes her move.
Cyn can feel Carlos glaring at her as she walks toward her target. Feeling his stare burning holes in her back she turns and looks directly into his dark eyes, smiles and blows him a kiss.
The guy she targeted is good looking, young and wearing nice tight jeans advertising his crutch. She walks up to him and casts her eyes down, licking her lips and smiles this is all the encouragement he needs. He grabs two more glasses of wine from the passing waitress and passes one to her.
Seething and mad as hell Carlos knows trouble is brewing, he knows she will push him to the limit again.
He keeps watching her every move, making it so obvious to the guys he is standing with, this draws their attention to her. Carlos doesn't need to hear their snide remarks about his sluttish wife, he knows its harmless teasing just for him, but watching the young guy slip his arm around her waist and lower his hand to her bum is just going a little too far.
Cyn leans into him clearly pushing her breast into his chest, her hand snaking down and cupping his bulge as he leans down and whispers something in her ear. She laughs out loud but is silenced when his mouth covers hers in hungry kiss. His hand is rubbing small circles over her bum getting lower till he has her ass cupped and lifts her against his hardened crutch.
This is enough to freak Carlos out. He pushes past his mates and walks up to his wife and grabs her arm so hard it makes her cry out. The guy knows better than to stop him and watches her mouthing back at Carlos as they head towards the house.
Carlos has had enough. He doesn't care who is watching. He just drags Cyn inside.
Hell! they have all seen this happen before, it ads spice to their boring social lives.
Some smart mouthed guy makes a comment as Carlos drags a protesting Cyn past him.
"Show the bitch who is the master, it might tame her".
Carlos turns back to him,
"Maybe your right", hating this guy for being such a jerk.
When they walk into the house and start heading to the front door he stops for a second and replays what that jerk just said, maybe he is right, maybe this bitch needs to be taught a lesson.
Cyn not wanting to leave starts struggling now that they are away from the staring eyes of the crowd, she starts thumping Carlos's arm tell him to let her go. Yelling at him for always stopping her harmless fun.
She keeps hitting at him as he walks her backward gradually manoeuvring her into the lounge room where the curtains are drawn back and the party crowd in full view.
"Let me go!" she screams
Carlos is pushing at Cyn making her madder, egging her on. When she takes another swing at him he reaches out and puts his hand around her head grabbing a handful of hair.
"On your knees bitch" and forces her down onto her knees.
Again she screams out as he forces her down, still not giving up she strikes out at Carlos hitting anything in her reach. The pain from her hair is enough to slow down her struggles, she watches his hand on his fly undoing his zip, struggling again she knows what he wants.
"No, no not here Carlos, I wont do this here" she yells.
She tries shaking her head but the grip in her hair really hurts. All she can do is plead as she watches him release his throbbing hard cock. Cock in hand he presses it onto her mouth, gripping her hair harder making her cry, the second her mouth opens enough he forces it in.
Pushing it fast into her mouth she feels it hitting the back of her throat, making her gag. As if reading her mind he tugs her hair harder and warns her not to bite.
Watching her mouth fill with cock turns him on more, her eyes seem to bulge out each time he squeezes into her throat. She's never had so much of his 9-inch cock in her mouth before, time things changed.
He pulls her head back and forth, fucking her face hard like he watched on the porn movies. He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying her warm wet mouth. He can feel her tongue dancing around the head of his cock each time he withdraws.
She feels the grip in her hair relax and pulls her head back. His cock falls out of her mouth. Carlos opens his eyes, grabs his cock and slaps her face with it repeatedly leaving wet spots on her cheek, across her nose, chin and mouth.
Picturing globs of cum splattered instead of salvia trails spurs him on. She has never allowed him cumming on her face. He slaps it harder over her mouth till she opens it again.
This time he starts to fuck her face harder, angry that he let his guard down for that second. She gags each time his cock squeezes into her throat, not caring he holds her there feeling the tight pressure on his cock, pulling her head back fast when he thinks she needs air.
He looks up and notices some guys watching, they can't take their eyes off the aggressive face fuck happening in the lounge room. Carlos just sneers that awful smile and bottoms out on the next thrust into Cyns mouth, making her gag again. Gripping her hair tight he holds her there till he feels her struggles for air.
She starts thumping his leg, not enjoying this one bit. But realising the only way for it to end is to make him cum.
Carlos doesn't notice the change in her straight a way. Instead he is picturing himself in front of cameras face fucking some porn queen. Only she is enjoying this face fuck so much that she if fingering her cunt, adoring his cock instead of fighting it.
No longer fighting against his tugs Cyn raises both hands onto his firm butt, digs her nails in and pulls his hips into her. Pressing her tongue on his cock underneath and letting her teeth graze the top each time he withdraws, then swallowing his cock as he thrusts back in and then doing that thing she does on the end that always drives him nuts.
Looking up she sees his closed eyes, even hears him moan. He is lost in it again, slowing down his movements enjoying the play of her tongue. Cyn slips her mouth off the end of his cock and licks down his shaft, her hand pumping up and down firmly not breaking his rhythm. She runs her thumb across the knob and spreads the slippery precum all over it.
Licking down to the base of his cock Cyn licks between his balls wishing her mouth was wide enough to take them both in. She sucks one into her mouth and rolls it around with her tongue, the urge to bite it hard is so overwhelming, but she manages control and gently bites. Even she is getting lost in the pleasure of the act, lets the ball fall from her mouth and licks the other.
