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Friday nights were poker nights at the Clegane house.
While Sandor worked long hours at the construction site, Sansa spent her Fridays cooking and baking enough food and snacks to feed Sandor and his coworker buddies. They were all large men who ate three times as much as she did and Sansa had to spend all morning and afternoon preparing for their ravenous appetites.
She didn’t mind, though. It made her husband happy to show off how much of a perfect homemaker she was, how well she could cook and clean for her man.
It was almost 7:30 when Sandor stomped through the door and Sansa was waiting in only panties by the garage side entrance, a Coors Light in hand ready for him. He chugged half the bottle before smacking her ass as he passed.
“Boys are on their way, babe. Better have the table ready.”
“Everything is set in the game room!” Sansa trailed after him, taking little running steps in her five inch heels. Even with the added height she was nowhere close to her husband’s hulking 6’6 frame. She was a measly 5’1 without shoes. Sandor demanded she wear the heels around the house so he didn’t have to constantly strain his neck trying to kiss his wife.
“Did you make the nachos this time?”
“Yes, honey!” Sansa chirped. She made nachos, wings, mac ‘n cheese, buffalo chicken dip with tortilla chips, burgers, and sloppy Joe sandwiches. There was enough beer to stock a small liquor store and whiskey for their after game round of drinks. The boys loved their poker nights and Sansa loved to be the perfect little hostess.
Following Sandor into their kitchen, Sansa paused in the doorway to take a moment to admire her husband.
6’6 and wide, he was a giant of a man. Thick thighs that smothered her when she blew or rimmed him. A beer belly that was perfect for her to grind her tiny clit on until she gushed over his stomach. Large arms that caged her in and held her down as he brutally fucked her. Plush lips that kissed her pussy and her mouth raw. The scars running along half of his face added to his handsomeness and ferocity. Strong brows and a crooked nose from being broken more than once. His hair used to be long and stringy but now after he started using Sansa’s Olaplex shampoo it was thick and shiny. He was the most perfect husband and Sansa was so, so lucky.
“Little bird, come over here.” He crooked two fingers, beckoning her over to where he was leaning against the brown wooden cabinets.
Sansa scurried over, wobbling in her heels as she launched her arms around his thick neck. She stuck her tongue out, prepared for the glob of saliva he spat on her. She let the drool sit for a minute, dripping down her open mouth and getting her lips sticky. Sandor spit again, stringy and beer flavored spit coating her tongue.
“Swallow, kitten,” he said. His eyes were dark, brows drawn as he focused entirely on Sansa’s open mouth.
She licked the bubbly saliva around her mouth, pursing her lips as a saliva bubble formed between her top and bottom lip before she swallowed, eyes closed in bliss.
“Messy little bitch. Horny from my spit alone, huh, slut?” Sandor gripped her neck, squeezing tight as Sansa moaned. “Get on your knees, little wife.”
Sansa dropped, knees cracking on the vinyl floor. She opened her mouth wide, waiting as Sandor yanked his jeans down and jerked off his half hard chub. Sansa loved all things about her husband, but the fact that he was a shower and a grower was one of her favorites.
Uncut, girthy, and 9 inches grew to almost 11 to fuck her raw every day. Now, he was still only half hard, but getting him to full hardness in her mouth was her favorite wifely duty.
She suckled his head, tongue playing with the salty foreskin. He tasted of sweat and musk, and a bit of urine. It was hard work on the construction site, and sometimes taking a leak meant pissing wherever he could and the tiny droplets ended up on his underwear more times than not.
(Sandor loved to gag Sansa with his dirty briefs. Said sometimes her whines were too annoying, too high pitched for him to listen as he used her body. He’d stuff them into her throat until her eyes watered, tasting nothing but musky piss cotton as he wrecked her pussy. She loved those nights).
Sansa closed her eyes at his taste. Sinking down onto his length, she made it half way before gagging and pulling back to lick and kiss the head.
“Make it quick, whore. I want you to swallow my cum before they get here otherwise I’ll let them watch as I fuck your throat.”
Sansa hummed, sinking down as far as she could, her hand coming up to jerk off what she couldn’t fit. Lips met fist as she sucked up and down his shaft, now fully hard and absolutely monstrous.
“Fuck, baby. You suck me so good. So much better than when we first got married. I’ve trained your throat cunt well.” His voice was gruff, breaths coming quick the only sign he was close to orgasm.
Sansa pulled off, gasping in greedy lungfuls of air as her hand continued to pump him. She pressed kisses along his length with her plush lips, kissing down his hard shaft as she licked the base.
Sandor loved every sexual act–nothing too vanilla or perverted for him but Sansa knew he loved when she sucked his balls. Loved to see her glossy lips wrapped tight around the hairy sac, sucking and stroking the seam with her wet tongue.
“I love you, Sandor.” Sansa made eye contact with her husband, before burying her face in his hairy sac. Licking the heavy balls and kissing the seam. She sucked kisses and moaned as she suckled one into her mouth, her hand playing with the other. She continued pumping his shaft, playing with the leaking bulbous head, pushing his foreskin back to rub over his opening. He was so wet and sloppy, salty precum dripping down his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck!” Sandor growled. His fingers dug deep into Sansa’s hair, wrapping tight into her loose curls. “Put me in that hot little mouth. My cum hungry bitch deserves a treat for sucking me so well. Open wide, my slutty princess.”
Sansa popped off his balls, spit messy around her mouth. She suckled his tip and moaned at his yummy precum taste.
Pulling off she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, the tip of Sandor’s bulbous cock resting on her tongue. She wiggled her tongue under his head as one hand teased his balls and the other vigorously jerked him off, a fast hard pace he liked even though her tiny hand could barely close around his girth.
“Gonna coat your tongue with my cum, want you to swallow me down. Drink your husband's cum whenever he gives it to you, right slut?” He pinched her cheek between two meaty fingers. “Fuck, I’m coming baby. Take my load!”
With a stuttered pump of his hips, his dick smearing against her tongue farther back into her throat; Sandor came in long, salty ropes. He was messy about it, coming on her tongue and cheek, some cum spurting to hit her eye and dripping down to her neck and tits.
“Oh fuck, baby. You look so hot covered in my cum. Lemme take a picture.” Sandor fumbled in his pocket for his phone while Sansa stayed kneeling on the ground.
Her hair must have been a mess, with smudged lip gloss and runny mascara around her eyes. White cum roped across her person, she smiled wide for Sandor’s private collection of photos. He always took them of her, sometimes when she wasn’t even looking (his favorite was an upskirt shot he got when they went to the park one day. Her pussy was swollen and wet from the rough fucking he gave right before they left and some of his cum still glittered on her pussy lips).
“Get yourself cleaned up, you look like a fucking whore.” Sandor pinched her cheek again, slapping it gently before he zipped himself back up, finishing the beer he left on the counter.
Sansa took a deep breath, ignoring the pool of slick arousal in her lace panties as she went upstairs to get herself presentable to host.
xXx
It was almost 2 a.m and the boys were still at it. Their game had finished almost an hour ago, and the deep laughter coming from her husband meant he had cleaned up well.
“SANSA!” She heard him bellow from the next room.
She dropped the dish she was washing and hurried into the den where Sandor and his four buddies sat.
Her dress skirt swished around her upper thighs, the petal pink color soft in the dim lighting of their small home. The top was a corset style, bunches of fabric that molded to her heavy breasts. Her tits were one of Sandor’s favorite things to have easy access to, so she never wore a bra and always something that was easy to push out of the way.
Sandor had told her to wear this dress specifically tonight.
“Yes, honey,” she said. Stopping at the doorway to the den, she nervously bit her lip.
There were tons of empty beer bottles between the men, and handles of whisky half empty as they passed the different brands around. Sandor kept his own bottle of Jack by his side, only a rough quarter left though.
“Isn’t she the prettiest flower you boys have ever seen?” He boasted. His voice was gruff, scratchy from the late hour and talking all night.
“She’s mighty cute, Sandor. Got yourself a nice little wife,” said one of the men sitting on the recliner. James was his name. He had been over before (poker night was hardly the same crew of men but she had met all of his friends at least once). He was an average man of medium height with dirty blonde hair. Probably a few years older than Sandor in his late 30s. His intense stare made her tummy flip.
“She’s the perfect little wife. Does anything I want,” Sandor said, a smile in his voice despite a dark look in his eyes. “Little bird, come here.”
Sansa wobbles over to him in her chunky heels, satin with ballet ribbons tying around her ankles.
Sandor patted his spread thighs for her to sit, but as soon as she was within arm reach he wrapped a muscular arm around her slim middle, hand spanning her soft tummy as he held her possessively close.
“See how she listens to me? Good like any little wife should be.” He settled back into his recliner, taking a sip of Jack as he spread his legs wider. Sansa noted the chub in his jeans. “Don’t settle for less boys! Get you a desperate little girl who will cook, clean, and spread her legs for you!”
The men all laughed. James slapped his thigh, he was laughing so hard. But there was a mean glint in all their eyes. A hunger as they devoured the bare skin of her legs and thighs where her dress was hiked up, her collarbones on display for their greedy gazes.
“Sandor,” she mumbled as her cheeks blazed red in shame? Embarrassment? Arousal?
“Aww, she’s shy!” Chortled the ginger man sitting on the couch (Rupert was his name). He was younger, probably closer to Sansa’s age of 21. He was scrawny compared to her husband, more lithe muscle and a lean build. She guessed he could be considered cute, freckles dotted his pale face, if one was into boyish charms.
“She didn’t seem so shy in the pics!” Another man guffawed (Jonah, if she recalled right). He was sitting next to the ginger, with deep black hair and eyes, warm brown skin and large hands. He had smile lines around his mouth and eyes but Sansa stiffened at his words.
“Honey, what pictures is he talking about?” She turned to face her husband, a smug look on his scarred face.
He nodded his head, gesturing behind her. She whipped her head around, looking up to the TV they had mounted about their crumbling red brick fireplace.
And there on their 50” TV screen was a slideshow of her. In the hot tub from their vacation last fall, flashing Sandor with her tongue stuck out. Naked in their bed cum pooling in her belly button. On her hands and knees a close up of her puffy lips after a rough fucking from Sandor. Lying on her back as Sandor’s large hand choked her a dildo shoved in her asshole and his cock in her cunt. A close up of her face, covered in cum as she kneeled on their kitchen floor this afternoon. All the photos and videos of her, on display for Sandor and his friends to ogle.
“I–Sandor–what?” Sansa was breathing heavily, squirming on the couch as the men looked at her.
“She’s gorgeous all over, Sandor. A perfect model you got there,” said the last man of their little poker group. He had curly chocolate brown hair and dimples. Only a few inches shorter than Sandor, he was the most handsome of the group. His name was Richard and he was a constant at Friday poker nights.
Sandor kissed her cheek, a sloppy wet kiss that left spit on her face. She didn’t move to wipe it away and Sandor laughed.
“She loves posing for me. Begs me to cover her in spit and piss and cum all night. My little slut wife is the perfect cumdumpster.”
Sandor’s hands cupped her tits, massaging them over her dress. His friends’ eyes were ravenous on them, open mouths and wide eyes as he molested her.
“Sandor,” she whined, head falling back against his shoulder. His hands felt so good, her pussy was getting so wet. She was still worked up from earlier, sucking his cock and swallowing his cum got her so hot and he left her hanging with no release.
All good wives only came with their husbands permission.
“Let’s see those tits, Clegane. Show us how they look in person,” Richard said. He was staring fixedly at Sansa.
Her entire being was on fire, sweat coating her skin in a clammy sheen. She shook her head against Sandor’s shoulder in a silent protest.
“Look at these whore tits. Perfect for milking, eh?” Sandor ripped her dress top down, the delicate fabric ripping and pooling open against her chest.
Her tits bounced free, heavy milky globes with rose pink areolas and hard nipples bared to the hungry gazes of the men. Faded hickeys and bruises covered her chest from Sandors mouth and hands, evidence of their vigorous love life.
Rupert whistled.
Jonah stood, his cock tenting his blue jeans. He took two steps closer to where Sansa perched on Sandor’s lap before Sandor let out a growl.
“Fuck off. This little whore is mine. I’m letting you look and watch because I’m very generous but if any of you bastards are thinking of touching what’s mine I’ll cut your hands off!”
Sansa whimpered, grinding on the thick thigh between her legs. Somehow without her knowing she’d spread her legs, one on either side of one of Sandor’s thighs. Only the skimpy skirt of her dress covered her pussy from the eyes of the men.
“Alright then, Clegane, let us watch then. You’ve only been teasing us with her for weeks now,” James said, an edge to his voice.
“Let’s see the sweet kitten’s pussy. I bet she smells nice and ripe. Juicy for the taking!” Rupert had a feverish gleam to his eyes, flushed an unattractive red.
Sansa closed her eyes as Sandor yanked her dress up and over her head in one pull. She sat naked on her husband's lap, ridiculous heels the only garment on her.
“Fucking gorgeous cunt, isn’t she. Look how she shines in the light.” Sandor gripped her inner thigh, spreading her wide with a harsh yank to show off her gleaming pussy.
She was so wet, dripping onto his lap and creating a damp patch under her.
He swirled two fingers around, coating the blunt ends of his fingers in her juice before shoving them inside her.
“OH!” She moaned, the first push in her always a mix of pleasure and pain. No matter how many times she took him it was always a stretch, even for his fingers.
“See how she opens for his fingers? Pretty pussy so hungry,” Richard’s voice said.
Sansa couldn’t look, eyes squeezed shut as Sandor started a fast finger blasting. It felt like his wrist was vibrating inside her, two thick fingers stretching and scissoring her. His other hand came up to slap her clit, spanking her at odd intervals and causing her to squeal each time.
“She is a little whiny,” Sandor said conversationally. “But, fuck, sometimes her screams are music to my ears. So desperate and vocal for her husband’s cock and fingers. Right, little bird?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Sansa chanted. She was reaching her peak, on the brink since he came home.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” He pinched her clit, one harsh squeeze as this fingers brutally finger fucked her.
She was going to come. She was going to come so messy in front of all of his friends!
“You! Sandor Clegane!” She squealed. Her breathing was erratic, hips humping rhythmlessly chasing his fingers. “This cunt belongs to Sandor Clegane!”
He flicked her clit and pushed hard against her special spot inside and Sansa came with a squirting mess, cum gushing as Sandor removed his fingers, her cunt fluttering as it sprayed his lap and the floor in front of them.
Laughter surrounded her as she gasped in air, trying to calm her racing heart.
“Look at how messy she is! Wettest cunt I’ve ever fucked– that’s why I made her my little wife!” Sandor chuckled behind her, hands back on her tits, pinching her nipples as he massaged them together.
Sansa slumped against him, legs spread wide as she pushed her chest out for the men to have a better view. Her tits were nice, after all.
There were shuffling sounds, chairs moving, springs squeaking, and then the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin.
She blinked her eyes open to the sight of four cocks out, being jerked off as the men watched Sandor grope her tits and keep her spread wide.
James’ cock was average, like him. Probably 5 inches and not too girthy. Jonah’s was long and thick, but nowhere near as monstrous as Sandor’s. He had a nice curve to it though. Rupert’s was long but skinny, like a footlong hotdog but he probably tapped out at 8 inches. Richard’s was thick, average length maybe 7 inches, but almost as thick as Sandor’s. Definitely the prettiest of the four men.
Sandor bit her ear lobe. “Look how hard you make them, little bird. They beg me every day to show them my little porn collection of my personal porn star wife. They wish they came home to fuck your warm cunt, have you desperate for their cum.”
“I’m yours,” Sansa mumbled, turning to kiss his rough cheek.
“Yes you are, baby.” Sandor nodded, gripping her chin to nod her head along with him. “Let’s show them how much this tiny cunt can take.”
Before Sansa could argue or say anything, Sandor was unbuckling his belt, pushing Sansa off his lap to land heavily on the floor and mounting her.
“Fuck, look at the bitch take him!” She heard someone say.
She was too busy crying out at the intrusion, Sandor forcing his 11 inches inside her. He thrust deep and hard, giving no pause until his open jeans scratched against the pale skin of her bubble butt.
He spanked her. “Look how her ass jiggles,” he called. “She bruises so prettily I can’t help. But. Spank. Her.” A smarting smack for each word he spoke, his movements still inside her.
“Oh god!” Sansa whined, spreading her legs wider to accommodate her husband’s body.
Her tits swung with every thrust of his body and when she looked up she saw Rupert in front of her, eyes wide open as if entranced. His eyes darted everywhere, looking at her tits then behind her to where Sandor fucked her open, then her face as he jerked his hard on.
“Open your mouth, little bird. They can’t touch you but you can taste them for being such a perfect little hostess tonight,” Sandor said. “Doesn’t that seem nice, boys. Give my wife a treat for making us a wonderful dinner. Rupert first.”
Sansa’s body was jolting on the floor, on all fours as Sandor gave her a rough pounding but that didn’t stop the younger man from standing in front of her.
Sansa looked into his blue eyes, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as she waited. It didn’t take long before he was coming in salty ropes against her face, only some landing on her tongue to taste. She pouted. She wanted it all in her mouth.
“Leave it!”Sandor barked, as if sensing that she would try to gather what she could on her fingers to slurp.
And so she left it as Rupert, still half hard, switched places with James. James had an angry look in his eyes, hand moving fast and gracelessly over his length.
“Little bitch likes to be covered in cum. I’ll cover you in cum.” He was muttering to himself. With a pitiful whine he came all over her tongue and mouth, much more accurate.
Sansa swallowed it all down, licking what was on her lips off too to taste. It was not good. Sandor’s semen was her favorite, she could guzzle it all day but James’ was too pungent and salty.
“Ha, Clegane’s little wife didn’t like that,” Jonah said, pushing James out of the way to take his place. He lazily stroked his cock, confident in his appendage. “Clegane, can you flip the little slut over so I can look at her tits?”
Sandor grunted in acknowledgement. He thrust twice more before pulling out, Sansa looking down under her to see a stringy piece of precum and her slick glistening between her body and the tip of his cock. He flipped her over, hands covering the span of her body.
On her back, she looked up into her husband’s brutal face. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them into the air, shoving his cock so far into her she screamed.
The men surrounded her, Rupert fully hard again and James rubbing his balls as he watched.
Jonah smiled. “You’re a very pretty thing, Mrs. Clegane.” He rubbed the tip of his cock, pearly white with precum. “Fantastic tits and ass. Your husband showed me a photo of you taking his cock in your ass like a champ. Very sexy, he said you cried for hours about how much you needed cock in your ass. Said you turn into a whore when horny and I didn’t believe it.” He shook his head.
“A delicate pretty girl like you, desperate for cum and cock?” He stroked himself faster, getting close to orgasm. Sansa opened her mouth wide, and stuck her tongue out far. Her tits bounced with every one of Sandor’s thrusts. “But look at you. Covered in strange men’s cum as you get fucked on the floor. No better than a back alley whore. Desperate for cum!”
He spurted all over her face and tits, barely any landing on her mouth. When she glared up at him, upside down from her position he was almost straddling her face, he smirked at her.
Sansa whined. “More, please!”
At her words Sandor stopped, causing Sansa to cry out again.
“Hush, baby.” Sandor pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping for the eyes of their viewers. He sat back down on the couch, gesturing for Sansa to come back and sit on his lap. Wobbling to her feet (heels still perfectly tied) she sat with her back to Sandor’s chest and sunk down onto his cock.
This position was always more intense, and when Sandor pressed down on her tummy he was pressing on the outline of his cock.
“See how well she takes me?” He lifted her by her hips, using her body like a fucktoy. “Such a perfect fleshlight. No matter what time or what she’s doing, she’ll drop everything for my cock. Such a needy cunt. She’s lucky I’m nice enough to give it to her whenever.”
Richard came up to stand in front of her at this point, curly brown hair falling in his eyes. He looked so much like–
“Little bird,” Sandor whispered. He licked into her ear causing shivers to jolt along her spine before breathing heavily. She was sat fully on his cock, and they just moved their hips for friction. “Doesn’t he remind you of Robb?”
Sansa spasmed. She thought it was just her. “Fuck you cunt just tightened, my dirty wife.” Sandor laughed. “Wants a man who looks like her brother to fuck his cum on her tongue. Would you want him to fuck you?”
Sansa keened. Sandor was rubbing her clit again, small circles as he kissed along her neck and whispered filth to her. “I wouldn’t let him have your pussy, this is mine. But he could fuck your ass while I’m balls deep in your cunt. He said you could even call him Robb if you wanted. Maybe we could tape the whole thing and send it to your brother so he knows just how much his baby sister misses him.”
“No!” Sansa cried, but couldn’t help the squeezing of her pussy, how wide her eyes were as she looked at the man who resembled her brother. He was smirking, could hear everything Sandor said.
“Stick your tongue out, sis.” He grabbed her chin and placed the head of his dick on her tongue. Sandor let him. And with two strokes and her traitorous tongue licking his drooling tip, he came all in her mouth.
Sansa swallowed, greedy for it. Richard painted her with his aftershock ribbons, some cum along her hairline and face.
It was quiet in the den after that. Sansa was breathing hard, but the slapping of skin stopped and Sandor had stopped fucking her.
She looked around the room, all the men were hard again, ready to go. She looked back to Sandor, who was nodding at Jonah, who reached over and grabbed an empty glass tumbler.
“Since you like cum so much,” Jonah started. He wiggled the glass in the air. “We’re gonna come in this so you can drink it like the cum guzzling whore Clegane said you are.”
Sansa moaned.
“Fuck. Her pussy just choked me, she’s desperate for it!” Sandor laughed. “My little wife so desperate for cum?”
“Yes!” Sansa nodded. “I love cum, love it so much!”
All of the men laughed and started jerking off, sitting back against the couch or recliners, on the floor but all within reaching distance of the glass and in perfect view of Sandor.
Sandor, who lifted Sansa’s weak body off his cock, despite her mewling. He settled her on the floor, putting her on her back with a pillow beneath her hips.
Lining himself along her slit, he rubbed the bulbous head of his cock along her slick folds, rubbing the tip to clit in an enticing circle that made Sansa see stars.
“Sandor, please, please fill me!” She cried, tears dripping down the side of her face.
“Fuck, she cries when she’s really begging for it.” Sandor pressed the blunt tip to her hole, pushing in excruciatingly slow. “Spoiled princess used to getting whatever she wants and doesn't like having to beg for dick.”
He set a steady pace, fucking in in hard strokes and holding, moving his hips in smooth figure 8 like motions to hit every spot inside her. Then pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting back into the hilt. He repeated those patterns then switched to small pulls out and forceful thrusts in never letting Sansa get used to the rhythm.
“My little wife cunt is so tight,” he grunted. Talking to the other men as they jerked off. Rupert came already, his cum pooling in the glass but he was stroking himself again. Sansa let out a kitten like mewl.
“She squeezes me so hard, doesn’t want me to leave her. Soft and warm, dripping wet. I’ve never fucked a cunt like this one. Always soaking through her clothes and sheets. She doesn’t even wear underwear anymore.” Laughter, but strained.
Sandor picked up the pace of his thrusts, kneeling in front of her as his hands slid under her ass to heft her up. He brought her ankles up to his shoulders. “She’s bendy too. I can fuck her in any position I want and she just gushes for me.”
Sansa was letting out little “ah, ah, ah,” moans, her eyes were crossing she knew. She watched as Jonah grabbed the glass, pointing his dick into it as he came in strong spurts so much cum went into the glass for her to drink. She let out a low moan as he passed the cup to James who also filled it with his cum.
Only Richard was left and Sansa squeezed her eyes shut. He looked too much like Robb and it was wrong! She didn’t think of him like that at all, not until Sandor said one night that Robb watched her like a jealous ex. Asked her if anything ever happened there and ever since the thought stuck.
Sandor gripped Sansa’s cheeks, squeezing tight her lips pursed together. “Come for me now, little bird. I want to feel this pussy choke my cock as you beg for cum. Beg for it, be a good bitch and beg for our cum!” He slapped her face, followed by a rough squeeze to her tit. He always got more forceful the closer he was.
Sansa was close too. Her pussy was fluttering and when she heard the choked off groan of Richard cumming in the glass, completing the cum cocktail she could drink she wailed. “Please! Please let me come, husband! I need to. I'll be so good for you, I’ll take your cum in my pussy, ass, mouth, wherever but please let me come!”
With a bitten off scream she came as Sandor fucked up against her inner walls and slapped the underside of her tits making them bounce. She contracted against him, wailing as he fucked her through it and her cum gushed over their thighs and the pillow beneath her.
“--such a good cumdumpster, taking my cock like a whore. Fuck, fuck, take my cum, slut, take what I give you–” and Sandor was cumming too, long pulses inside her pussy and then he was pulling out to cum on her. Mixing his cum with her small patch of pubic hair he came all over her cunt, marking her as his.
“Well, fuck!” He laughed a moment later. The only sound in the room was the six of them catching their breaths. He pushed the sweaty strands of hair away from his face as he looked down at Sansa.
Sansa blinked up at him, close to passing out. But she couldn’t. Not yet. She stuck her tongue out.
“Aye. Give me the glass.” He gestured for the glass of cum, and Rupert handed it over to him.
Full of thick, creamy off-white liquid. Musky salty scent coming from the glass, Sansa’s mouth watered as she propped herself up on an elbow and made ‘gimmie’ hands to Sandor.
“Patience, little bird.” He glared, but handed the glass over to her.
Taking a deep inhale, Sansa chugged the thick liquid, gagging as it coated her teeth and tongue. Some escaped the sides of her mouth, dripping down her chin to splatter on her tits. She kept drinking the viscous mixture and moaned as she gulped mouthful after mouthful down.
When the glass was empty and she licked all she could from the glass, she turned, open mouth and tongue out, to show the men she drank it all down and it was now in her tummy. She hoped they were proud of her.
xXx
Saturday morning, Sansa woke in the arms of her husband wrapped tight around her. She was sore and sticky, itchy where cum dried all over her.
“Is my little bird awake now?” Sandor’s chest rumbled under her cheek as he spoke. She hid her smile in his hairy chest.
“I’m itchy!”
“Well that’s what happens when you crawl into bed without showering after letting 5 men cum all over you.” His voice was dark and chiding, but she knew he was smiling down at her.
She bit her lip. What a good night, after downing the glass they all went another round of cumming on her and Sandor did too, marking her ass and tits with his cum while his friends came on her hair and torso, spilling onto her thighs and arms as well.
“Sansa.” He cupped her chin, drawing her face up to force eye contact. “You were beautiful last night. I love you and would kill if anyone made you sad.” He frowned.
Sansa’s smile was blinding. She kissed all over his chest she could reach, sucking on a nipple. She loved this beast of a man and he loved her. Everything was perfect.