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Steve Tolleson was on the couch watching SportsCenter when the doorbell rang. He turned the TV off, took a deep breath, walked over to the door and opened it.


Standing on the porch was his soon-to-be ex-wife Shyla, wearing a low-cut top with no bra, cut-off jeans that barely covered her private parts, high-heeled sandals and more makeup than anyone this side of a pornstar.  She looked every bit the slut she was when he’d first married her five years ago, from her surgically enhanced face (paid for by him) to her jet black hair to her fake tits (also paid for by him) to her washboard abs to her perfect tan to her long slim legs. Which was one of the many reasons why this day had been inevitable from the very beginning.


“What are you doing here?” Steve said.

“Don’t give me that shit,” Shyla said. “You called me over here.”

“Oh yeah. Why again?”

“You said were going to sign the divorce papers,” she said. “Remember?”

“I said that?”

“Stop fucking around, Steve. If this was just your idea of a joke—”


“Nah, I’m just messing with you,” Steve said. “Come on in.” “Do I have to?”

“If you want those papers signed you do.”

“Fine,” she said, walking into his little one-room apartment with disdain in her eyes.

He didn’t blame her. He knew the place was a shithole but it was all he could afford right now, especially since he was still paying the mortgage on the 3000 square foot 5 bedroom house they’d bought four years ago. A house that Shyla was currently living in due to a previously ill-fated attempt on his part to save their marriage.


She made her way to the living room, which had remains of last night’s pizza and some empty beer cans lying on the coffee table. Steve paid her look of disgust no mind and dropped his ass on the couch.

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“Have a seat,” he said.

“No thanks,” Shyla replied. “So are you going to sign these papers or what?”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Of course I’m sure. I’ve only been asking you about it for six weeks now.”

“Six weeks?” Steve said. “Seems more like six months.”

“No,” Shyla said. “I’ve only been dreaming about a divorce for six months. But the papers have only been waiting for six weeks.”


“Six months? That’s it? I figured you’d been dreaming about it longer than that. Ever since you started fucking that guy on the side. What was his name again?”


“You know damn well his name is Harry.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Dirty Harry. The man with the magical dick that makes my wife do things she’d never done before in her life.”


“I’d done them before,” she said. “Just not with you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you used to do them all the time.”

“Whatever,” she said. “I didn’t come hear to argue.”


“Then what did you come for?” Steve said.

Shyla sighed and shook her head. “I should have known better than to believe you were actually going to sign the papers,” she said as she turned and started for the door.


“Hold on, hold on,” Steve said. “Bring them over here and I’ll sign them.”

She stopped and looked at him. “Really?”


“You’re not just fucking with me again?”

“Nope,” Steve said. “I’ll sign them.” He smiled. “On one condition.”

She tilted her head slightly, wondering where he was going with this. “What’s your condition?”


“One last fuck session. For old time’s sake.” Shyla scoffed. “If I wanted your dick in me we’d still be together.”

“Yeah, well if you want this divorce you’re just going to have to put up with my dick being in you one last time.”


Shyla looked at him carefully. “You actually mean it, don’t you?”

“You’re damn right,” Steve said.

“One fuck,” Shyla said. “And then you’ll sign. Today.”

“Right after we’re done.”


“Why should I believe you?”

“Because you have no choice,” Steve said. “Unless you want to get the lawyers involved again.”

“You know I don’t.”

“Then why not give it a go? You’ve go t nothing to lose.”

“Except my pride.”


“Is it really that shameful to fuck your husband?” Steve said. “After all, we’re still married. Technically, at least.”

She considered this for a moment, then said, “Fine. What the hell.”


Steve carefully hid his surprise. He hadn’t actually thought that she’d take him up on his demented little plan. In fact, now that she had, he was starting to wonder if he could actually follow through with it. After all, she was still technically his wife. And deep down he still loved her. And did you really do this sort of thing to someone you loved?


Then Shyla added, “It’s not like it’ll last very long, mister three-pump-chump,” and just like that Steve knew he could do it. Hell, she deserved to have something like this done to her after what she’d put him through.


“Oh, darling,” Steve said. “You always made me feel so good about myself.”

“It’s just one of my many gifts,” Shyla said. She started to pull her shirt over her head.


Steve stood up and grabbed her arms.

Shyla gave him a funny look.

“Clothes on,” Steve said. “At least to start.”


She flashed him a curious look but pulled the shirt back down. “That’s better,” Steve said. He stepped forward and looked down at Shyla. Even in her 2-inch heels he had a good 4 inches on her. Not to mention almost 100 pounds.


“Oh, and one last thing,” he said, suddenly inspired.

“What now?”

“I get to do anything I want to you,” he said. “For once, I get to be in control.”

“Are you sure?” Shyla said. “That’s not like you.”


“I’m positive. And no complaints. Otherwise I don’t sign.”

“Fine,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Oh, we’ll get it over with all right,” Steve said, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. “But it’s gonna take a while.”


“Not likely,” she said.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, slapping her ass sharply.

“Hold on just a minute,” Shyla said, startled. She started turning around.


Steve grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his body against her backside. With his mouth right up next to her ear he said, “No complaints, remember? You agreed.”


“I know,” she said. “But this isn’t like you. You’ve got me a little worried.”

“About what? Me hurting you?”

She nodded. Don’t be,” Steve said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t witnessed Dirty Harry doing to you over the past six months.”


“I don’t know—”

“Fine,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and taking a half-step back. “Then I guess I won’t be signing anything today.”

Shyla took a deep breath and dropped her eyes towards the floor. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Okay. I’ll play by your rules. You do what you want and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But don’t expect me to pretend that I like it.”


“Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to do any pretending. All you have to do is shut up and take what I give you. Do that and I’ll sign your stupid papers. Got it?”

“Got it,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

“Good,” Steve said. “Now get down on your knees.”

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Shyla did so without comment. Steve dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already rock hard with anticipation. He hadn’t realized that having complete control over someone else could be so exciting. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Especially knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

Again Shyla obeyed without comment.

Steve tried not to let his amazement show. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done anything he’d asked. Weeks, maybe even months. But here she’d done it twice within one minute. He idly wondered why he hadn’t tried doing something like this earlier in their relationship. At least he could have gotten something out their time together. Oh well, too late now. All he could do was take advantage of it this one time. He’d better make it worthwhile.


Steve guided his cock into Shyla’s mouth.

With one hand on top of her head and one under her chin, he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, only giving her about half his dick to start. She took it like a champ, not gagging or coughing, not fighting him at all but certainly not bringing anything to the party herself, just sitting there with her mouth open and her eyes closed while he pumped her face.


“Open your eyes and look up at me,” Steve said, mostly just to see if Shyla would still do as he told her.

She did, tilting her head slightly and looking up at him, her big brown eyes ringed with black mascara. She still wasn’t into it but that didn’t matter. It was a massive turn-on to fuck her mouth while she held eye contact with him.


Steve shifted his hands so they were grasping the back of her head and proceeded to pump her faster, pulling her head towards him with every thrust, giving her more of his cock every time. And then he gave her the whole thing, shoving his entire shaft down her throat and keeping it there, his hands on the back of her head, holding her in place for a couple seconds before letting her come up for air.


She did so with a gasp and a cough. She glared at him but didn’t say anything.

“Are you still game?” Steve said, leaning down so his head was at the same level as her. His right hand still had a handful of her hair.


“I can take whatever you can dish out,” Shyla said.

“That’s the spirit,” Steve said, smiling.

He stood up and led Shyla over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, Steve spun her around and pushed her head back so it was lying flat on the cushion of the couch, her face towards the ceiling, her butt still on the floor.


Steve dropped one knee on each side of her head and straddled Shyla’s face. Holding her head on the couch, he smacked her face with his cock a few times before sticking it back into her mouth. He pumped her mouth a few times, then adjusted his angle a bit so his cock was poking the inside of her cheek, stretching it out. He popped it out, stuck it back in, popped it out again.


Steve climbed up a little higher so his ballsack was hovering directly above Shyla’s mouth. Her head was framed by his legs.

“Open up,” he said, staring right at her, relishing in the control he had over her.

Shyla opened her mouth.

“Wider,” Steve said.


She regarded him with contempt but did as she was instructed.

“That’s better,” Steve said as he proceeded to drop his balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”

A moan of pleasure escaped from his throat as Shyla went to work on his balls. He pressed his cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from his cock onto her face. She maintained eye contact the entire time, as though daring him to look away in embarrassment. But that wasn’t going to happen. He was having the time of his life.


Steve stood up and turned around as though he was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions he spread his legs and dropped his ass directly onto Shyla’s face.

Squatting over her, one hand on the armrest for balance and the other jerking himself off, he rubbed his asshole up and down Shyla’s face, riding her nose and mouth with his crack, forcing her to taste his ass.


“Tongue out,” he said. “And keep it there.”

She obliged.

“Good girl,” he said, riding her tongue with his asshole, keeping enough pressure on Shyla that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.

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Steve relinquished his hold on his cock and leaned forward so he could play with Shyla’s tits. He pulled her shirt up but not off, revealing her perfectly round, perfectly fake, perfectly incredible breasts. He then grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switched over to the other. He pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from Shyla.


Laughing softly, Steve pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed his fingers together with the nipple still between them. It hardened almost immediately. Shyla let out a moan and squirmed beneath him but Steve dropped his ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.


When he finally climbed off Shyla’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she was glaring at him she surprisingly didn’t seemed all that pissed off.

In fact, as Steve pulled her up onto the couch and pulled her shorts off so he could fuck her properly he realized her panties were completely soaked through. He found himself wondering if she like being treated like a slut, if maybe she actually enjoyed being tossed around like a ragdoll, if she got off on being forced to do things that most other girls would find disgusting. It was impossible to know for sure, but it sure seemed like it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it at the moment. And to think, he’d been married to her for five years and had no clue!


For a moment he lamented the lost possibilities of their doomed marriage but quickly thrust such thoughts from his head. They did no good. Not anymore. The damage was done, the past was past, it was time to move on. And right now moving on meant taking advantage of his soon-to-be-ex wife in ways that he’d never had the guts to try before.


With this in mind, Steve grabbed ahold of her legs and spread them apart, then pushed them forward until her ankles were up by her head. He held one of her legs in place with one hand while he yanked her panties aside with the other. He smacked her pussy with his rock-hard cock a couple of times then slipped it in.


Shyla was even wetter than he’d realized. Her pussy gobbled up his cock without even the slightest hint of resistance. He moved against her with vigor, gentleness be damned, his cock slamming into her with the insistence of a jackhammer. And though she’d never come out and admit it, she was obviously getting off on the pounding she was receiving.


Her pussy was growing ever wetter, coating his cock with her juices, opening up to him further with every thrust. And although she still wasn’t making any noise, it was apparent from the look on her face that she was indeed enjoying this. Unequivocally.


This annoyed the hell out of Steve. Shyla wasn’t supposed to be getting anything out of this, it was supposed to be all about him. Getting revenge. Making her pay. Punishing her for what she’d done to him. But she was getting off on it! What the hell? It was time to turn things up a notch. Steve grabbed ahold of both Shyla’s ankles and pushed her legs back until she was folded in half, her ankles hooked around each other above her head. Holding her legs in place with one hand, Steve proceeded to spank her ass with the other while he fucked her.
When that just seemed to turn her on even further he moved up to her tits, smacking them around while he slammed into her. But that didn’t work either. She just smiled and grew even more wet down there.


He then slapped her face a couple of times, and while this elicited a sharp gasp from Shyla’s mouth it also elicited another increase in the waterworks down below. Is that all you got?” Shyla said, her voice mocking.


Frustrated, Steve wrapped a hand around her throat. He stared down at her while he fucked her and choked her at the same time, waiting for her to break, but she just stared back, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he squeezed harder, restricting her breath but not cutting it off completely. Moments later she came, shuddering and shimmying against him as her pussy gushed juicy goodness and swallowed his cock even further, which suddenly brought him right to the edge of orgasm himself.


Cursing under his breath, Steve released his grip on her throat, pulled his cock from her pussy and grabbed ahold of her hair. He yanked her off the couch and pulled her head over towards him until her face was right in front of his cock.


He ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. Then he stuck his cock in her mouth and with his hand still holding a fistful of her hair, proceeded to fuck her face. A few pumps later and he was pulling his cock out to shoot his load all over her face. Steve came liked he’d never cum before, three huge streams, spraying her face with his milky-white sperm, his load covering her entire face. She’d kept her mouth closed, saving her from that indignity, but his cum was everywhere else; chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, even getting some in her hair.


“You’re right,” Shyla said. “That wasn’t so bad.” She started to climb up and go for the papers to be signed but Steve stopped her.

“What?” she said.

“Not yet,” Steve replied.


“What do you mean, not yet? We fucked. You came. We’re done.”

“Yes, we fucked, and yes I came, but we’re not done. The session’s not over. I’m ready to go again.”

“Bullshit,” she said. “You’ve never cum more than once in a day, let alone twice in a row.”


“That was the old Steve,” he said. ‘This is the new one. See? My dick’s still hard. And I’m still ready to go.”

“Too bad,” Shyla said.

“For you, maybe,” Steve said. You said one last fuck.”

“I said one last fuck session. And last I checked, an orgasm didn’t end the session.”


“Last I checked, it did.”

“Bullshit,” Steve said. “I’ve seen you go for hours at a time with your new boyfriend, with not a single break in between. And I know he came more than once during those sessions. I saw it with my own eyes.”

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Shyla looked at him with a weird combination of anger and resignation. But the resignation was all that Steve cared about. It told him that she knew he was right. Which meant that he was going to get his way.


“Fine,” she said. “But if you start to soften up at all, we’re done.” Seems fair enough.”

“Now can I go get a towel to wipe this stuff off my face?”

“No,” Steve said. “Don’t touch it. I want to fuck you with my cum still on your face. I want it to remind me how much of a slut you really are.”


A flash of pleasure skittered over Shyla’s face and Steve realized that she actually did enjoy getting treated like this. She was a true slut, through and through. Again he kicked himself for not taking advantage of it sooner. But at least he was taking care of it now. Better late than never.


He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and went back to work. Steve came twice more before the day was up, but that was nothing compared to Shyla, who came at least five more times by his count. Even when he got exactly what he wanted she still was able to get more out of it than he was. Their marriage in a nutshell.


After the last romp they were sitting naked on the couch next to each other, sharing a cigarette, looking like they could have been a happy couple. Then they started talking.

“If you would’ve fucked me like that earlier I wouldn’t have started cheating on you,” Shyla said.


“If you hadn’t started cheating on me I would have never known you liked to get fucked like that,” Steve replied.

“Well, maybe if you would’ve tried it you would’ve found out.”

“Maybe if you ever sober enough to fuck me I would have tried,” Steve said.

“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have been sober more often.”


“And if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have been such an asshole.”

“Whatever,” Shyla said, standing up and grabbing the stack of papers from the table and handing them to Steve. “Just sign so we can end this relationship for good.”

“Fine,” Steve said. “Just give me a pen and let’s get it over with.”

Shyla reached into her purse, pulled one out and handed it to him.


Steve flipped to the last page and scribbled onto the line that called for his signature. He closed the papers up and handed them to Shyla.

Her relief was painted on her face as she folded the papers up without looking and stuffed them into her purse. Then she straightened herself out and without another word, turned and headed towards the front door.


A couple seconds later the door closed. Steve leaned back in the couch, pleased with himself. Not only had he just stuck it to his wife, he had done so in more ways than one. Unless she was married to Mickey Mouse, the signature on her divorce papers wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Smiling, he turned the TV on and grabbed himself a beer. Life was good.

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  1. She’s really a slut..

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