And I giggled then because that was perfect.
“Oh good,” I purred. “A good selection is important because look honey, look what I’m doing, this is all for you.”
And Tucker’s eyes were rapt as he stared at me. With a slow, languorous slide of my tongue, I licked the bottleneck suggestively, like I was hungry and it was a huge dick to be consumed. I swirled my tongue around the green glass, leaving moist slicks of saliva, and once it was lubed and ready, I guided the green bottle down my body until the head pointed at my pussy.
“Fuck me with it, big boy?” I invited. “Push it into my cunt?”
And Tucker was only too happy to oblige. His big hands seized the wine bottle, gripping it tight as I hoisted one leg over his shoulder to spread myself wider, give him better access.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” he rumbled, staring at my pussy hungrily, licking his lips as if anticipating the taste, and with a quick flick of his wrist, the bottle was in.
“Ohhh fuuck,” I moaned gutturally, the cool glass going hard up my swollen walls. The neck was dick-sized but otherwise the sensation was completely different, the makeshift penis cool and smooth with no ridges, no hotly beating veins. But still it filled me and felt fucking good in my vag, I started juicing relentlessly.
“Yeah fuck me,” I whispered, “Do it, do it.”
And Tucker started pounding me with the wine bottle then, shoving it in deep before withdrawing, smears of fluid coating the deep green glass, the elegant swan neck of the bottle turning a milky white.
“Fuck,” he grunted, never taking his eyes from my trashed cunt. “This is what I love about you, you’re such a fucking slut.”
And I threw my head back and screamed, the admission didn’t bother me at all.
“Oh yeah,” I panted between heaves. “I’m your whore, your personal fuckslut.”
And Tucker’s eyes flamed with fire then, my words so incendiary, so hot that it only goaded him into action. Without losing a beat, the big man pulled the bottle out of my pussy and with the next thrust, shoved it into my ass.
“Oh fuck!” I shrieked. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Because although he’d just been up there, I wasn’t prepared at all and the invasion took me by surprise, chills running up and down my spine as my pussy and ass tingled and clenched, both holes clamping down with pleasure. “Oh fuck!”
But Tucker was a man with a mission and he wasn’t letting up. He swung his arm vigorously, impaling me again and again on the bottle, forcing it deep up my rectum, going so far I was sure it was going to pop out of my throat.
I screamed and shrieked, trembling and shaking until I couldn’t take it anymore. The incredible sensations coursing through my cunt, the violation of my ass, how it was so stretched, so pummeled, was overwhelming and I creamed like an overflowing geyser, the white spilling out of my cunt and running all over his hand as he fucked me below.
“Ohhhh,” I moaned, throwing my head back, my body open to his gaze, his touch. “Ohhhh!”
“That’s right baby girl,” he panted, still going at it hard in my ass. “That’s how my little butt slut takes it.”
And I came again at the dirty words, the tremors shaking me from head to toe, electric sparks coursing from my clit to my nips, my swollen folds snapping and clenching with desire.
“Ohhh,” I moaned again. “Tucker, Tucker, fuuuuck.”
The big man watched, a sly smile on his face even as he slowly eased off, stilling his movements, eating up the sight of my pink pussy coming down from heaven, short jolts, small twitches taking over from the tremendous waves.
“Fuck, I love seeing you come,” he growled, reaching a finger to my hole and scooping up some of that white before bringing it to his mouth. “You taste good, baby girl,” he ground out, sampling my cunt juice.
And I took it one step further.
“Oh really? I taste good?” I said slyly. “Hand me the bottle.”
And he passed it over, hand shaking, sensing what I was about to do. Because yeah, I was with the man I adored and nothing could stop me, nothing could hold me back. Opening my pink pucker seductively, I slipped the bottle between my lips, tasting my own musky ass scent.
“Oh mmm,” I murmured. “Oh mmm.” The ass to mouth was incredible, I loved sampling my own butthole, getting a whiff of what Tucker ate every night. And true to form, the big man wasn’t missing out today. He slapped my butt, making it sting, before worming a finger to my anus and slipping it in, stirring it a bit, making sure it got good and nasty up there. Then without missing a beat, he popped it out and brought it to his lips.