“Good Girl Caity: How I Turned a Freshly Divorced Wife into My Obedient Little Cum-Slut in One Night”

Caity hit me up three weeks after her divorce was final. Thirty-four, blonde bob, big innocent blue eyes, still wearing the diamond studs her ex bought her. Her message was almost polite: “I’ve only ever been with one man… my husband. I don’t know what I’m doing but I want to feel wanted again.”

We met at hers. She opened the door in a simple white sundress, barefoot, cheeks already pink. You could smell the nerves on her. She poured us wine with shaking hands and kept saying “I’ve never done this” like a prayer.

I didn’t rush. I sat her on the couch, took the wine away, and made her look at me.

“Tonight you don’t think, Caity. You just do what you’re told. Say yes if you want that.”

She swallowed hard and whispered, “…yes.”

That was the last decision she made all night.

I started gentle: stood her up, turned her around, unzipped that innocent little dress and let it pool at her feet. White cotton bra and matching panties, the kind good wives wear. I traced a finger down her spine and watched goosebumps explode across her skin. She was trembling so hard I had to steady her hips.

“Hands on the back of the couch. Don’t move them.”

I took my time kissing her neck, her shoulders, unhooking that bra and letting her perfect pale tits spill free. Her nipples were already rock hard. I rolled them between my fingers until she whimpered, then twisted just hard enough to make her gasp and push her ass back against my cock without thinking.

“Good girl.”

I slid her panties down slowly, bent her forward, and spread her open. She was absolutely dripping, lips swollen and glistening. Twenty years of missionary with one man and her body was starving. I told her exactly that while I ran a finger through her slick folds.

“Feel how wet you are, Caity? This pussy has been neglected for way too long.”

I made her hold position while I stripped. When I stepped in front of her and fed my cock between her lips for the first time, her eyes went wide; thicker and longer than anything she’d ever had. She tried so hard to be good, little tongue swirling, gagging softly every time I hit the back of her throat, tears smudging her mascara. I gathered her hair in my fist and used her mouth slow and deep until drool was running down her chin onto those pretty tits.

Then I took her to the bedroom; her marital bed, still with the same pale blue sheets. Laid her on her back, tied her wrists to the headboard with one of her ex’s silk ties I found in the drawer. She looked terrified and perfect.

I ate her like a man possessed. Long, slow licks at first, then flicking her clit until her hips bucked off the bed. Every time she got close I stopped, made her beg. The first time she actually screamed “Please let me cum!” I nearly came on the spot. I slid two fingers in, curled them, and sucked her clit hard. She exploded; first orgasm from another man in her life, squirting so hard it soaked my beard and the sheets beneath us.

After that, the good girl was gone.

I flipped her onto all fours, made her say “I’m your dirty little slut now” before I pushed inside. Fuck, she was tight; clenching around me like she was trying to keep me there forever. I started slow, letting her adjust, then grabbed her hips and fucked her like I owned her. Every thrust slammed her forward, tits swinging, blonde hair sticking to her tear-streaked face.

I pulled out, made her taste herself on my cock, then put her on her back again, legs over my shoulders, and pounded her so deep she couldn’t breathe properly. She came again, harder, screaming my name, nails digging into my back, pussy fluttering wildly around me.

Last round I untied her, put her on top, and taught her how to ride. At first she was shy, tiny little rolls of her hips. I slapped her ass hard. “Ride me like the needy slut you are now, Caity.” Something snapped. She started slamming herself down, grinding her clit against me, hair wild, begging “Use me, please, don’t stop, make me yours.”

I flipped her one final time, pinned her wrists above her head, and fucked her senseless. Told her exactly what she was now: my obedient little cum-slut, divorced and reborn on my cock. When I felt her start to shake again I pulled out and painted her pretty face and tits; thick ropes across those innocent cheeks and lips.

She lay there panting, ruined, grinning through the mess, and whispered, “I didn’t know I could feel like that… thank you.”

The next morning she made me coffee wearing nothing but my cum dried on her skin, already asking when she can kneel for me again.

Good girl Caity is gone forever. My greedy little slut is wide awake now… and she’s hungry for more. Who wants to help me break her in even further? 😈