Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 31

Chapter 31

“I’m sorry sir! I can’t help it!” She giggled, then slumped down at his side. “Will you drive?”

Paul had never driven a car so large, looking around at Roger Mansfield’s SUV, but he shrugged.

“Sure,” He smiled, climbing over to the driver’s side, and Valerie smiled, sitting down comfortably in the space between the two front seats and reaching over, pulling Paul’s cock out.

“Just go to the big car park building next to the mall, it’ll be empty at the top couple levels,” she told him, grabbing his dick and shoving it down her throat.

“Sounds good,” Paul groaned, putting the car into drive and setting off.

“Oh Paul, fuck, I’ve missed your cock!” She groaned, gagging and drooling all over his lap as he drove.

“I’ve missed you too, kitten,” He smiled, grabbing her hand and wrapping his fingers around hers.

“Every day?” She whimpered, looking up at him.

“Every day,” he promised, and she smiled, burying her face against his body, then grabbed his cock and shoved it back down her throat again.

It wasn’t long before he found the parking lot, and as he maneuvered through the many levels, he found Valerie was right, the top levels were barren, and he grabbed a spot next to a wall where it would be hard to see them from most angles.

“Mmm, come here,” She demanded, grabbing him and pulling him back through the interior, past the first row of seats and into the back, where the third row had been pushed down leaving a large, empty flat trunk, a big soft sheet spread out for them, a small bag at the side with cold bottles of water and one of the vibrators.

She quickly lifted her tank top over her head, exposing her large, round tits, bouncing in Paul’s face, and he leaned forward, kissing and biting and sucking on them.

“Oh Paul!” She moaned, kissing his head and scratching his back, then she turned around, lying flat on her stomach, her ass raised in the air.

“Pull them off,” She demanded, and Paul grabbed her pants, yanking them down, only to be met with the sight of her plug, resting firmly in her ass shaking from side to side as she groaned, giggling a little.

“You’ve been wearing this all day?” Paul asked, and she nodded.

“I’ve been wearing it every day, for you, sir,” She whispered.

“What about Roger?” Paul asked, and Valerie laughed.

“Roger’s idea of foreplay is thirty minutes of me complaining that he never fucks me,” She giggled. “If I don’t make him, he won’t ever bother trying to see me naked.”

“Fuck,” Paul groaned, spanking her ass.

“Oh god! Harder! I’ve been so bad!” Valerie groaned, squirming and shaking her ass, and Paul spanked her again.

“Thank you sir! Thank you! I need to be punished!”

Paul spanked her again and again, her ass turning bright red as she bit her lip and whimpered, tears finally streaming down her cheeks before she turned to him, sniffling and sobbing quietly.

“What’s wrong? Was I too rough?” Paul asked, a little shaken up, but she shook her head.

“No! I just- I just- I missed you so much!” She sobbed, and Paul lifted her pants back up into place, pulling her close so she could wrap her arms and legs around him, whimpering and sobbing quietly as she clung to him, and he stroked her flesh, kissing her, until she calmed down.

“I’m ok, I’m ok, I’m sorry, sir,” She finally cooed, letting go and turning back over, pulling her pants down to her knees and grabbing the vibrator, lifting her ass up and turning the vibrator on, moaning as she played with her clit, then she shoved it inside her wet little pussy.

“Paul!” She gasped, shaking her head. “Paul please! Please fuck my ass! I’m such a filthy whore! I need your cock in my ass!” She begged, and Paul started stripping.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little kitten for me,” Paul grunted, and she moaned as he straddled her from behind, spitting on his cock and lubing it up as he gently tugged the plug from her ass, setting it aside before grabbing his dick and shoving it deep inside her gaping ass.

“OH FUCK PAUL!” Valerie groaned, bouncing back and forth, taking nearly the entirety of his cock inside her ass as she fucked her pussy with the vibrator.

“FUCK!” She screamed, squirting all over the sheet, her jaw dropping as Paul fucked her roughly, choking and spanking her, pulling her hair.

“Again! It’s happening again!” She groaned, exploding with juices.

“What are you?” Paul asked, and she turned to him, biting her lip.

“I’m a filthy, worthless whore!” She groaned, bouncing her ass back and forth.

“And who do you belong to?” He asked, and she almost choked, gasping for air.

“You sir! I belong to you! I’m all yours!” She spat, groaning and quivering, then cumming again.