Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 5

Chapter 5

“Fuck,” Paul whispered to himself, setting his towel aside and grabbing his beer, chugging it.

Valerie’s eyes narrowed as she stared at his crotch, her head cocked, a perplexed look on her face.

“What is that?” She asked, nodding towards his shorts.

“What? My dick?” Paul asked, setting the beer down.

“That’s not your fucking dick. What’s in your pants?” She snapped, and Paul shrugged.

“Uh, yeah, that’s my cock,” he replied, but she crossed her arms.

“The fuck that’s your dick!” She yelled, but Paul shook his head.

“Move your arms, you’re not allowed to cover your tits,” he told her, and her jaw dropped.

“I’m not ALLOWED-“

“No!” Paul cut her off, “You’re not allowed! Now shut the fuck up and get on your knees!”

It looked like Valerie had been punched in the gut by the way she was staring at him, her anger vanishing, her breath quick and loud, a worried look on her face.

“But-” she stammered, and Paul took a step forward, grabbing her hair and pushing her to the ground, and she whimpered, helplessly following his directions quicker than he’d expected.

“Good, now you’re going to suck me off like the filthy little slut we both know you are,” he told her, and her jaw dropped, staring at him, angrily again.

“I’m not-” she started, but he reached back and slapped her, silencing her.

She looked at the ground, her breath even more rapid than before, whimpering a little as she rubbed her cheek.

“Yes sir,” she whispered.

Paul’s cock was throbbing, it was so hard it ached, itching to be freed from his swimsuit. He untied the string and let his shorts drop to the ground, his cock bouncing out of his pants in front of Valerie’s face, but she kept looking down.

“Open your mouth, it’s time for you to suck me off,” Paul told her, and she looked up at him.

Every last bit of anger and fear disappeared from her face as her eyes lifted up enough to see his cock shaking in front of her. She was confused, then worried, then everything was gone and in her eyes, only lust and shock remained.

“What? What the fuck?” She asked, reaching forward and grabbing his dick.

It was bigger than anything she’d ever seen before, twelve inches easy, maybe thirteen or fourteen, and wide, girthy. It was monstrous, and she shook her head.

“No, what?” She stammered, and Paul groaned, rolling his eyes.

“This can’t be that confusing,” he moaned as she gently tugged his cock back and forth.

“How did you- how can you-” Valerie stammered, shaking her head, “How is your cock so big?”

“What?” Paul asked, a little shocked.

“Your dick! It’s huge!” She practically yelled, kissing the tip, moaning as she licked his shaft, tracing her lips along it, breathing deeply, erotically.

“I mean, I’m not that big,” he replied, but she shook his head.

“Oh no, you’re huge! Haven’t you ever watched porn before?” She asked, and Paul kind of shrugged.

“Well, I figured I was just a little bigger than average, but-“

“You fucking idiot!” Valerie snapped. “Guys in porn aren’t average, they’re big, and you’re bigger than they are!”

Paul reached back and slapped her again, and she fell to her side, onto her hands and knees, panting like an animal, nodding her head.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry sir!” She whimpered, staring at the ground. “I’m sorry! I’ll behave!”

“Good, now open up your little whore mouth and suck me off,” Paul demanded, and Valerie nodded eagerly, sitting back up, her hands squeezing her nipples as she stared at his cock.

She let go of one nipple and grabbed him again, gently stroking him as she kissed the tip of his cock, licking and teasing him.

“Open wide,” Paul demanded, “I want to see you shove my cock all the way down your throat.”

“I can’t deepthroat that!” She snapped, and when Paul reached back to slap her again, she winced, throwing her hands up.

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry! I’m sorry sir!” She apologized quickly, and his hand dropped to his side. “It’s just so big! I’m sorry! I’ll try my best, I promise!”

Paul stepped forward, smiling as she opened her mouth, grabbing his dick and forcing it inside her mouth. She got almost halfway before she gagged, pulling her head back as drool dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin.