THE CHEERLEADER CHAPTER 2 HOME GAMES
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As the wife of an arranged marriage, Mayla had always been told, especially by her mother, how lucky she was to have such a good husband; he always kept food in the house (and what a house), he always gave her nice things to wear, he helped support her aging parents, what more could she want?
‘Fidelity for one thing;’ Mayla thought having already gone to the doctors twice to treat cases of V.D., ‘an orgasm by him, even if only once in a while; safety would be nice;’ she added to the list thinking about his violent temper, he may have been a good son-in-law, but a good husband, NO?
All throughout her attempts at self-satisfaction, she’d look at her husband, hoping he was still asleep, afraid he’d catch her, remembering the last time he did:
“What the fuck are you doing,” He shouted at her, “insulting me? Telling me I’m not a good enough lover?” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her from the bed saying, “It’s you, YOU.” He went to a dresser drawer and pulled out a belt. “It’s a bad habit you’ll fall in to doing that, fucking yourself instead of your husband.” He pulled her up by the hair and bent her over the side of the bed in a kneeling position, “Spread your legs, play down there, and see if it feels better than your husband.”
Maya was terrified; she had never seen him so angry. Reaching her hand between her spread legs, she inserted her middle finger and began to tease herself. A bolt of lightning seared across her back accompanied by a sickening sound of thunder. Mayla let out a shriek as her body rose off the bed and her hand pulled away from between her legs.
“Put that hand back to work, NOW, and keep it there or we’ll do this nightly until you can do this right.”
Mayla brought her hand down between her legs and began to fiddle again. A second streak of pain shot across her back and she strove, and managed, to keep her hand in place. The third assault landed running from the shoulder of her working hand to just below the ribs of the other side of her body. Her hands clench in reaction and she felt a fingernail from her working hand cruelly scratch over her joy button. Unclenching her hand, she reinserted her finger but kept it away from burning node. After the fourth blow, Mayla knew she was near the limits of her endurance and decided to gamble. As she heard what would be the last stroke near her, she faked satisfaction.
“Now, did you enjoy that?” her husband asked, “No!” he answered for her,”Now stand up.”
Mayla tried to rise but the pain she had inflicted on her made her legs feel weak. “Husband, I don’t think I can.” She said through her tears before the belt landed again.
“You can and will,” her husband ordered, “or do you need more convincing?”
Mayla placed her palms on the bed and used what strength she had left in her arms to get up from the floor. As her arms and legs straightened, she reached a bending position when her husband ordered, “Far enough”, and she knew what was coming. She felt his hands on her hips as he entered her, then came a new pain. His swollen manhood rubbed against the scratched part of her clit and she let out a grunt of discomfort.
“See how good a man feels,” he spoke starting his back and forth movement, “so much better than a finger.”
“Yes husband,” Mayla agreed afraid of further angering him, “so much better.” she managed over the pain of the scratch being coated with semen.
The more he rubbed inside her the more it hurt. She wanted it to end and devised a plan;
“Yes husband, yes, yes,” she started begging playing on his ego, “Oh, that’s good, too good, I can’t hold it much longer, fill me, fill me, fuck me harder.” and her husband did as she faked the best orgasm she ever had. “Thank you, thank you.” She responded to his throbbing inside her until he went limp.
She slump on the bed feigning exhaustion, “Oh thank you husband, thank you so much.”
“Sit up.” Her husband ordered.
Pretending difficulty from exhaustion, she raised herself to a sitting position.
“A slut talks like that, not a lady,” her husband told her holding his penis in her face, “wash your mouth out.”
Mayla paused; she had never tasted her own juices before and found the thought distasteful but, seeing the look in his eyes, obeyed. She started by sucking just the tip of the head hoping to take the time to acclimate to the new taste. As the juices reached her taste buds, she found the flavor preferable to his alone and slid him deeper into her mouth. Her lips massaged his shaft, trying to draw more of the desired taste into her mouth. She worked him fast, hard and enjoyably until she felt the throbbing in her mouth before he pulled out.
“Of course,” Mayla thought, “he always leaves me wanting more.” -->
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