The Taste Of Love

A Second Taste

By Voyeur

July 2020

Sequel to ‘A Taste of Love’

One Year Later

The doorbell rang. It was later in the evening this time, and I was preparing to go out, buttoning up a dress-shirt as I answered the door. This time I recognised her straight away, despite the huge change in her appearance- gone was the grungy hipster lesbian look, thick glasses replaced by contacts, undercut blonde mop now styled and curled and a low cut red dress that made the most of her cleavage- and was that some red-lipstick? She’d been transformed into the Stepford Lesbian Wife! The only thing that hadn’t changed was the burning hatred in her blue eyes for me.

“Anne Greenwood-Smith!” I said, surprised to see her looking like this, much as I suspected that she would return at some point- as the only supplier of the ‘fix’ her marriage needed, it was inevitable.

“Don” she said through gritted teeth, then consciously unclenched and forced a smile. “So lovely to see you again” she lied

“And you too” I said as I blatantly checked out her new curves. “What can I do for you this time?”

“Ermm… it’s mostly the same as before. Could I get another sperm donation please? Cat’s made such a lot of progress, but she says that she still cant… er… you know.”

“Why didn’t she come herself? I’d have been glad to give her a donation directly- Cum Slut always did have such a clever tongue” I mused

Another glare of hatred shot from Anne, but unlike a year ago she didn’t slap me. “She says that if she did, she worries that she’d fall back under your spell and might leave me. She says it’s like that Stockholm syndrome and she cant risk it for our marriage. That she’s an addict, and if she goes back to you directly, she’ll relapse” - that was nonsense- I’d ended our relationship and had told Cat I would never have her back.

“So she pimped out her wife instead?” I exclaimed, gesturing up and down her body

“No, it’s not like that. She loves me. I want to do this for her, because I love her more than anything in the world.” - I heard it in her voice- not just passion, but the hint of some deeper desperation. She continued “Look, will you help me? Help us? Please Don. Please? I came prepared this time.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I brought some condoms this time, and erm… Cat helped me practice – told me what you liked and other stuff”

“Oh? Other stuff?”

She blushed “After what you demanded last year, she taught me to …. to suck cock. First with her strap-on, to get me used to it and to practice deep throating. Then we spoke to some gay friends of ours- they gave me a lot of tips and advice, but they are monogamous now so ... they took us to these public toilets where gay guys go to get sucked…. And I practised, till Cat said I was good enough.” her voice cracking a bit in anguish at the memory.

I could just imagine it- Anne kneeling on grotty tiles in a toilet cubicle, glory hole bored through the wall at waist height. And a long stream of gay guys getting blown by a committed, cock-hating lesbian instead of the twink of their dreams. Those must have been some angry blowjobs to start with. And I could imagine Cat kneeling with her in that smelly, graffitied cubicle, holding her wife’s hand, stroking her hair, maybe setting the pace as she whispered tips into her ear about swirling the tongue around the glans or how to gag just right when you swallow the head. And after each ejaculation, Cat would have kissed her wife- to reassure Anne that she was still loved and to encourage her to snowball- even before my Pavlovian conditioning to link the taste of my semen to her ability to orgasm, Cat had loved the submissive thrill of of swallowing spunk. When the sub-dop hit Anne, as the enormous humiliation and degradation of the situation hit her, then Cat would wipe away her tears and hug her- but behind her wife’s back she would lick her fingers and taste Anne’s tears of shame. Or perhaps I was being unfair to Cat?

Still I wondered about it- even for someone as manipulative as Cat this was quite the transformation to have pulled. Easy enough last year to plant the seed of a plan in Anne’s mind to come and visit me with no more expectation than to make an embarrassing request, but this had months of training, and Anne’s willing compliance. Something else was going on – Anne had hated me last year- what desperation had driven her back to repeat her humiliation and what could motivate her to master a skill she despised?

“So, can I come in and er… please you? You can sit down, relax, I’ll take care of everything” she begged.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. I’m fairly busy again, and who wants to keep just doing the same thing over and over?” I refused

“But.. but I practised so hard! Did things I never thought I could bear! Please, I’ll be so good to you – it wont be anything like last year- I didn't know what I was doing then. I do now. It’ll be great”

“Prove you are worth me letting you in. Lets test-ride this new talent of yours before we move on to the main event inside”

“What here? On your doorstep again?! Why wont you just let me in?!Why do you have to be like this!?” she wept.

“Apparently I do like doing some things over and over again” I said cruelly. She hesitated again, looking back towards the road and her distant car. I wasnt sure, but I thought there might be someone sitting in the passenger seat, watching us. Cat undoubtedly- here to witness the submission of her loving wife to both our wills. One hand probably holding up binoculars, the other rubbing her clit. Maybe she couldn’t come without tasting me, but she’d get an erotic thrill. Perhaps too much of my sadism had rubbed off on her when she was the bottom slave of my old harem. Or maybe I was being unfair again- the car might be empty.

Resigned and with no cavalry riding to the rescue, Anne knelt on my doorstep again, a scarlet temptress dressed to the nines, a once-proud dyke reduced to a male fantasy. She unzipped me and held my hardening cock for a moment. Then she began- not the fumbling, virginal sucking straight away of last time, but instead letting me feel her hot breath upon it, gently blowing, then tongue extended, flickering licks and kisses up and down the shaft. Where she could, she maintained eye contact, mimicking an expression of euphoria when first her scarlet lips pursed around my purple head, then sucking me in deeper. Her tongue now was a marvel- silky soft and wet- always moving, licking, flicking swirling around me. My God, had she just stuck the tip up my piss-slit! A thrill ran up my nerves. I never felt her teeth, just soft, plump lips that left a ring of red lipstick around the base of my shaft when she sucked in deep. She drove my cock into her throat, her hands around my hips, pulling me in deeper- impaling her throat upon it and gagging only when it would excite me more. God she was good! I gripped her head and rammed forward, but she coped with it like a champ, remaining calm and somehow even extending her tongue and licking my balls despite having my shaft halfway down her neck! GAK- GAK- GAK - the sound she made when being throat fucked hadn’t changed, but now there was no panic or stress- just an acceptance and pleasant rhythmic contracting. Incredible! My cock jerked in her throat and I was suddenly close to coming.This was going faster than I’d expected.

Just then a speeding blur crossed his peripheral vision. Looking up, I saw the local paperboy whizzing past on his bike. The teen almost did a spit-take as he spotted the red-dressed blonde kneeling before the tuxedoed man, her classic position of fellatio unmistakeable. The front wheel of his wobbled in surprise and he almost crashed, before somehow managing to straighten the wheel and flashed past the hedge and out of sight. However the comical look on his face did distract me for a crucial second, and unlike a year ago I didn’t pull back from her throat and instead my sperm flooded down, straight into her stomach. Of course she coughed, and retched, but I had an iron grip entangled in her blonde locks and the petit mal seizure of my orgasm kept us locked together till the last spurt shot down her throat. Pulling herself away she fell on hands and knees, choking and coughing as she tried to bring back up my precious seed. But it was no good- while her mouth was well-scented with the flavour of my cock and pre-cum, there was not a drop of sperm amongst it.

Her face fell, tears welling from red eyes. “Noooo! Oh Goddess- No!” she cried. “You bastard- I needed that for Cat! For me! You don’t know what I’ve lost if I don’t go back to her with your cum! I’m almost as desperate as she is! I don’t cum till she does!”

She stood up a little awkwardly and I began to understand. Ever the belated gentleman I offered a steadying hand and finally welcomed her into my home.

“What did she get you to do?” I asked her, as she cleaned herself up and downed a glass of water to calm down and cleanse the acrid taste from her mouth. Some hope had died within her and she broke down, opening up to me like a friend, rather than the man she hated the most.

“It started after I came back from you last year. I’d kissed Cat and given her the taste of you, then I made love to her- and she came, over and over again- so hard, so powerfully till she had swallowed it all away. It was like making love to a different woman, and I realised how much had been missing previously from our marriage. The next few nights, we made love, but Cat couldn’t cum any more, though I did my best to make her feel good, then she’d make me cum. But each time she did, she would look sad. So sad, the look on her face started to hurt me. We spoke about it, and Cat said that the precious orgasm I’d given her had reminded her of how much she was missing, the constant frustration of never being able to come. How she felt different to me, that my orgasms now reminded her of what she was missing. That I was literally rubbing her face in it sometimes and it made her want to cry inside. She was so upset, she cried, I cried, and we just hugged and wept together”

She took a deep breath and continued, hands running down her hips as if checking for something, then finding it. “So when we were at our lowest point, I couldn’t bear for her to touch me because that would cause me pleasure and her pain, she came up with an idea. While she couldn’t orgasm, then neither would I! We could still do a lot of fun stuff in bed- teasing, edging, kissing, but she never let me cum, and that worked for while since it did feel good, just not satisfying. But I would get frustrated sometimes and sneak off, and one day she found me rubbing myself to orgasm in the bathroom. Her face fell, and she burst into tears again- saying that now she couldn’t trust me, and that I didn’t really understand what she was going through and that I was basically cheating on her, and she couldn’t be married to a cheat and was going to leave me. We cried and fought again, and as a last ditch hope I said that I would do anything to keep her and make it up. Anything.”

“That’s when she showed me the metal belt. A female chastity belt. She said she’d bought it for fun, we could play some kinky games with it maybe, though she’d never mentioned them before. But now she wanted to lock me in it, so she knew I’d be faithful to our sacred compact- we would only come together, only when she came, would I cum. She’d hold the key to my orgasms in the same way you did for hers. And in the meantime we’d have the same frustrations, the same challenges to overcome- that our shared denial would bind us together as a couple...”

Her voice nearly breaking, Anne continued “I wasnt sure about it, but all I knew was that I couldn’t leave the woman I loved. So… Goddess help me… I agreed. And she locked it on and hid the two keys. And while she takes it off when are together, I haven’t had an orgasm in months! And the frustration… it just hurts all the time. I keep trying to rub my clit, and I feel nothing but steel! My pussy throbs all the time. It’s all I can think of. And so we worked together together to prepare for our Second Anniversary Orgasm – she suggested I learn how to give head, how to dress like a slut, and much as I hated it, I did, I did it all for her. And for me. To feel good again.” She paused to catch her breath.

“So today, today was going to be it- the big O-day when we could both explode in pleasure. And I was going to capture your sperm in a condom and then we’d divide it into little batches and freeze it- maybe enough for one orgasm a month because all she needs is just a taste! But now it’s ruined! You see, I got cold feet yesterday, got nervous about seeing you again. I didn’t know if I could bring myself to do that again. So she said that if I didn’t bring back your sperm, then she was going to throw the keys into the sea!” - the last was a near-wail of despair.

“Anne… Anne…” I said calmingly. “It’s going to be OK.”

“HOW! How can it be OK?” said the naive lesbian, so adroitly emotionally blackmailed by the woman she loved.

“Because I can cum again. I’m not that old, that I’m ‘one and done’ for the day”.

“Oh.. do you want me to suck you?”, hope rekindling in her.

“Well maybe to start with, but what will really cut my refractory period is doing something new, something novel, something dirty?”

“But what else can I do? My pussy is locked up. My breasts maybe?” she asked.

“Stand up. And let me see your belt.” I asked.

Bemused, she did, raising the hem of her red dress. A silvery, slimline and quite impregnable plate at the front sealed off Anne’s pussy.

“Now turn around and bend over” I instructed

She complied, though a little nervous and puzzled, resting her elbows against the table. As I expected, there was hole in the strap of metal that bisected her buttocks, allowing access to her asshole. And it was wide enough to admit my cock. I moved behind her, my cock hardening in my hand.

My finger trailed across her most intimate rosebud and she flinched at the touch.

“No, please!” she begged “I can suck you again- as long as you want.”

“You know how I hate to repeat myself Anne. Last year you gave up your lesbian gold star mouth to make your wife happy. Now I want your anal virginity. I think you can guess what I’ll want next year.”

She shuddered at the thought of his too large cock violating her tight bottom. It had only known Cat’s tender fingers, warm lips and soft tongue. But what was the alternative? To go back to Cat and never come again? Or worse, lose Cat and their marriage? What was a little pain compared to that? To lose yet another gold star to this vile man. She could do this for her wife.

“Wear a condom please! And be gentle!” she called over her shoulder, bracing herself.

He picked a too small condom from the selection in her purse. It would split.

He wasn’t gentle.

Outside:

Dozing in the warmth of the car, Cat startled, seeing a flock of starlings explode into flight from the tree outside Don’s place where they’d been nesting. She’d thought she’d heard Anne scream in agony for a moment?

Anne had been in there a long time. That was a good sign wasnt it? That he had even let her in was progress this year. She’d keep working on it. Keep working on Anne- shaping her into a reluctant fucktoy so desirable that Don couldn’t help but want her. But Anne loved her, and would never be parted from her. Her blind loyalty was her best trait and it made her the perfect patsy. So if Don wanted Anne, then he would discover they came as a package. Even if it took another year of pretending to love Anne, and talking her through yet another interminable breakdown and endless tears, she would get what she really wanted. Even if she had to present her wife to him in collar and leash- a proud lesbian transformed into an perfect bi-sexual slavegirl, but that undercurrent of resentment in Anne would always appeal to Don’s sadistic desire to conquer. Yes, she would finally get what she’d yearned for these past 2 years.

To kneel before Don and taste his love again.

FINIS?

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