Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Peter, trapped helplessly in the metal restraints and forced to watch every degrading second, was losing his mind completely. His face turned purple with rage and humiliation. He strained violently against the steel bands, veins bulging on his neck as he screamed.

”You fucking whore! Helena! How dare you?! Sucking his cock right in front of me like a cheap street slut?! After all these years of marriage?! You disgusting, traitorous bitch — stop it right now!”

Helena didn’t stop. Instead, she pulled off my cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to my glistening shaft. She looked Peter straight in the eyes, her voice breathy and mocking as she stroked my length with both hands.

”Shut up, Peter... Look at this cock. This is what a real man feels like. So thick... so heavy... I can barely wrap my fingers around it.” She slapped the heavy shaft against her own cheek again, smack, smack, then dove back down, taking me deeper.

Gluck... gluck... gluck...

The erotic, wet gulping sounds filled the room as she forced more of my cock down her throat.

She gagged loudly when the head bumped the back of her throat — gllk! — but instead of pulling away, she pushed forward, choking herself on my length until tears streamed down her cheeks. Her throat convulsed around me, the slick, obscene schlick-schlick-schlick of her sloppy sucking mixing with her desperate gagging and choking noises.

”Hrrrk... gluck-gluck... mmmph!” Helena choked wetly, her throat bulging visibly as she tried to swallow every inch. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her tits in long, shiny strands.

I groaned deeply, the sound low and raw with pleasure. ”Fuck... that’s it, Helena. Choke on it like the greedy little anal slut you are. Let your husband hear how much you love a superior cock.”

Helena pulled back just enough to gasp for air, coughing and drooling, but she immediately became even sluttier.

She lifted my heavy balls with one hand and began licking them worshipfully, dragging her wet tongue all over the sensitive sack before opening her mouth wide and sucking one heavy ball inside.

Slurp... pop... mmmph...

She moaned loudly around it, the vibration traveling straight through me.

”Mmm... your balls are so full... so much thicker than Peter’s pathetic little things...” She switched to the other ball, sucking it into her warm mouth with a wet schlurp, rolling it gently on her tongue while her hand pumped my slick cock.

Peter was screaming himself hoarse now, thrashing uselessly in his restraints.

”You filthy fucking cunt! Licking his balls like a desperate whore?! I can see your throat bulging! You never sucked me like that! You’re actually choking yourself on him — you disgusting pig! Stop moaning for his cock, you traitorous slut!”

Helena popped my ball out of her mouth with a wet plop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my sack. She looked Peter dead in the eyes again, her voice husky and mocking as she stroked my throbbing shaft.

”Shut the fuck up, Peter. This is what a real cock tastes like. So big... so hard... I can feel it pulsing in my throat. You could never make me gag like this. You could never make me this wet.”

She slapped my cock against her tongue a few times — smack-smack— then dove back down, forcing me into her throat again with a loud, choking GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK.

Her gagging grew louder and wetter as she bobbed faster, tears running down her face, mascara smearing, but her eyes were filled with pure slutty devotion. The room was filled with the filthy symphony of her sucking: wet slurping, desperate gulping, choking gags, and my deep, satisfied groans.

”Fuuuuck... good girl,” I groaned, my voice thick with pleasure as I tightened my grip in her hair and started fucking her throat harder. ”That’s my perfect little cock-worshipping whore. Show your husband how much better I am.”

Helena only moaned louder around my thick cock — hrrrk... gluck-gluck-gluuuuurk — her throat convulsing violently as she forced every brutal inch deeper. Her neck bulged obscenely with the clear outline of my shaft.

Thick ropes of saliva poured messily from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving tits while Peter was forced to watch his wife degrade herself so shamelessly.

I gripped Helena’s head firmly with both hands, fingers digging into her hair, and thrust my hips forward, burying my cock to the absolute hilt inside her throat. I locked it there, not letting her pull back even an inch.

Helena’s eyes shot wide open in panic. She started choking violently — wet, desperate gags ripping from her throat. GLUUUURK... HRRRK... GLLLK! Bubbly saliva foamed and bubbled around the base of my cock, spilling out in thick, messy strands as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. Her hands weakly slapped at my thighs, throat convulsing wildly around me as she struggled for air.

After holding her there for several long, cruel seconds, I finally pulled my cock out with a loud, wet schlorp.

Helena immediately collapsed forward, coughing and gasping desperately. Thick strings of bubbly saliva hung from her swollen, puffy lips and dripped onto the floor in a filthy puddle. She wheezed hard, tears pouring freely down her face.

Before she could catch her breath, I grabbed her arms and yanked her roughly to her feet. My rock-hard, saliva-slick cock slid hotly between her soft thighs, nestling right against her soaked pussy lips through the thin fabric of her panties. The intense heat and wetness radiating from her core were impossible to miss.

I smirked and said loudly enough for Peter to hear, ”Don’t tell me you’re already this fucking wet, Helena? Your greedy little cunt is practically drooling down your thighs.”

Helena’s entire face burned bright red with embarrassment. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, trying to hide how soaked she was, but it only made my cock rub more firmly against her swollen clit.

”I-I’m not...” she whispered shyly, voice trembling with humiliation. ”It’s... It’s not that bad... Please don’t say it like that...”

I chuckled darkly and reached down, cupping her pussy through the ruined panties. My fingers immediately felt the large, warm, wet spot that had completely soaked through the fabric.

”Oh? Not that bad?” I mocked, raising my voice so Peter could hear every word. ”Then why are your panties completely drenched, Helena? Look at this massive wet spot. Your cunt is leaking like a broken faucet just from choking on my cock.”

Helena blushed even harder, biting her lower lip as fresh shame washed over her. ”D-Dexter... don’t... please don’t say it out loud like that... It’s so embarrassing...” Her voice came out small and breathy. ”I can’t help it... my body just... reacts when you’re rough with me...”

Without giving her any mercy, I grabbed the front of her dress with both hands and tore it apart in one powerful rip.

The fabric shredded loudly, falling away in tatters and leaving her standing there in nothing but her black lace bra and matching panties.

The evidence was undeniable — a huge, dark, wet patch covered the entire crotch of her panties, the thin material clinging obscenely to her swollen, puffy pussy lips. A small trickle of her juices had even started running down her inner thigh.