Pussy That Serves a Purpose ♕

Useful Holes

 

Diane’s pussy was hot and wet, locked inside her chastity belt, as she watched her husband and stepdaughter making out like teenagers under a blanket. Diane wanted to touch her pussy and burned with humiliation because she couldn’t, but these days that just wasn’t allowed. It hadn’t always been this way. There had been a time, not long ago, when it had been her under a blanket, necking with her husband, giggling as he touched her pussy. Now, that was eighteen-year-old Hannah’s place. Hannah was the one that Alex loved and kissed, played with, and then brought up to their bed to make love to. Her pussy served a purpose.

Diane? Diane was there to be fucked in the ass or wet his cock with her mouth. Diane’s old hole wasn’t necessary anymore. It had served its purpose, giving birth to Hannah, and so, it had been locked away.

In the bedroom, on the bed that she’d once shared with him, Alex pushed his girl’s short skirt up over her shaven cunt and knelt in front of her. He licked along her excited slit, the entrance to that warm little sheath of pleasure that he happily pushed his cock into night after night, day after day. Hannah giggled and purred, running her hands through his hair.

Diane stood by like a decoration, her face flushed with the humiliation and arousal of watching her give the man that had been hers give so much more pleasure than she herself could. Alex growled into his stepdaughter’s cunt and devoured it. Diane remembered the way that felt.

Pussy That Serves a Purpose

Hannah looked at her through half-lidded eyes and beckoned her over. Diane obeyed, knowing her duty. She got to her knees beside her husband, who stood and gripped her hair. Roughly, he shoved his cock into her mouth and choked her with it, slamming his thick meat into her face, angrily battering her throat with its length. She remembered what it felt like for her pussy to serve a purpose.

“Get it wet, slut,” he growled.

She heaved in the air once he withdrew his rigid stalk from her mouth. Drool leaked from her trembling lips to run hot down her bare tits. Alex slapped one of those sagging udders, making Diane yelp and Hannah laugh. Her humiliation burned all the hotter as she glanced up and saw Hannah’s firm, teenage melons. They were nothing like the sad, flopping udders that had once sustained the girl. No, he needed a girl whose pussy had a purpose.

With his cock wet and shiny, hard and ready, Alex crawled on the bed and lay his stepdaughter back gently. He carefully pushed her legs apart and she welcomed him into her. She moaned softly as her stepdaddy pushed the head of his cock between her wet lips, and then deeper into the gripping warmth. Hannah trembled and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down, and mashing her lips against his.

Hannah’s whimpers of pleasure were tortuous, bringing to Diane’s mind all the memories she had of when that had been her place. Now, Hannah received love and pleasure. Diane, though, was like a useful hole.

Upgraded Pussy, Please

When Hannah wasn’t available, Alex would bend her over or shove her down, jamming his cock into her ass or masturbating with her face. Most times, he wouldn’t even cum. That was Diane’s fault. Hannah had told her so. If Diane had been youthful and hot, her ass tighter, or her blowjob skills more adequate, then maybe they could have shared him. But Diane’s ass had a bit too much sag and her blowjob skills were unequal to Hannah’s. And so, Diane was only useful as a masturbation aid. Her pussy served no purpose anymore.

Diane watched their bodies grind together, so erotic, so sexy, so perfect as they moved. Her husband’s cock fit the girl so nicely as if her pussy had been designed just to accept it, to milk it, to please it. Hannah’s soft moans and whimpers as Alex cradled her and loved her were a reminder to Diane that it wasn’t just the girl’s pussy he loved, though. It was Hannah herself. She was the wife, in truth, while Diane was little more than the maid.

Humiliated

She rubbed at her locked-up cunt as she watched them, wishing she could touch it, make it cum. But orgasms were only for good girls, sexy girls, girls with pussies that could still provide pleasure. Diane could not, and so she lived with only the memory of what that feeling had been like. Her pussy served no purpose anymore.

Alex groaned as Hannah shook and came for him. He pushed his length deep into her and filled her. He kissed her and held her as they shared that pleasure together. Soon, Alex pulled the blanket over their naked bodies and turned out the light.

Diane knew, then, that they had no further purpose for her tonight. She crawled away, into the closet, and curled up in her cage. In the morning, she’d lick the dry spunk from Hannah’s cunt, gratefully. Then she would wake her with the orgasm that such a gorgeous and purposeful woman such as her deserved.