Starving II - The Governor's Whore

Damien yanked his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop. Spit dripped down my chin onto my tits as I stayed there on my knees, blinking up at him, still tasting him on my tongue.

“What the fuck, Linda?” he hissed, staring at his phone, his eyes already darkened.

My pussy was still throbbing, juices running down my inner thighs. I could feel how swollen my lips were from sucking him so hard. My heavy tits heaved with every breath, nipples rubbing against the sheer red bra. I was a fucking horny, confused mess and starting to get scared.

Banging started on the green room door. Hard, urgent knocks.

“Senator Cross! We have a situation out here!”

“Damien, what’s going on?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

He didn’t answer. He just kept refreshing his phone. My own phone started vibrating like crazy on the couch. I grabbed it with shaky fingers and opened the screen.

I*******m Live.

And it was still running.

Hundreds of viewers. Then seven hundred. Then over a thousand in seconds. The comments were flying so fast I couldn’t even read them. My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

“Oh God…” I tapped frantically, trying to end it. My hands were slippery. When I finally killed the live, it was too late. The damage was already done.

“Damien, I swear it was an accident. I was just trying to record for us-”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. His voice was low and full of rage 'n venom “You stupid, desperate whore.”

He grabbed my arm and yanked me up off my knees. My legs were shaking. He shoved the black coat at me roughly.

“Put that shit on. Now.”

I fumbled with the coat, trying to cover my body while my pussy continued leaking down my legs. I was still so wet it was embarrassing. Even with everything going to hell, my clit was still pulsing.

The banging on the door got louder. Damien finally opened it. Two security guys and one of his campaign aides stood there, faces pale. They tried not to stare at me, but I saw their eyes flick down to my smeared lipstick and messy hair.

We were rushed out through a back hallway. Staff members lined the corridor. Some whispered. Some smirked. One young woman actually covered her mouth like she was trying not to laugh.

I felt my face burn, even hotter than my pussy at this point.

By the time we reached the black SUV waiting in the alley, I wanted the ground to literally swallow me whole as an act of mercy from the universe. I honestly DO NOT deserve this.

The second the car door shut and the driver pulled away, Damien lost it.

“You fucking ruined me!” he roared. “Do you have any idea what you just did? That was going out live! People heard you gagging on my dick like some cheap whore! On the night I’m supposed to announce my run for governor!”

I flinched. “It was an accident, Damien. I didn’t mean for it to go live. I was just—”

“Just what? Being a pathetic slut?” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Jesus Christ, look at you. Still sitting there with your pussy dripping all over the seat like you’re in heat. You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

I pulled the coat tighter around me, but it didn’t help. My nipples were still hard. My clit was still aching. I hated my body for still wanting him even while he tore into me.

“You’ve gotten disgusting, Linda,” he continued, his voice cold and mean. “Look at those fat tits spilling out everywhere. Used to love them, now? they just look like cow udders after pumping out three kids. And that stomach? Those stretch marks all over your hips and thighs? Fucking repulsive.”

Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to scream at him, but my throat felt tight, like it was drowning.

“I gave up my career for you,” I whispered. “I was a damn good journalist. I walked away so you could build all of this-”

“And now you’re just a sad, pathetic, fat! housewife who embarrasses me in public,” he cut me off. “I haven’t fucked you in months because I can’t even get hard looking at you anymore. Every time I see you naked, I feel sick. That flabby ass, those wide hips… you let yourself go completely. I’m married to a goddamn cow now.”

His words hit me more than any punishment I'd ever received in my life. I felt my chest cracking open. But worse than the pain was the sick twist of arousal still between my legs. My pussy clenched at the sound of his angry voice, still remembering how good his cock had felt in my mouth minutes ago. I hated myself for it.

“You think I want to come home to that?” he kept going, getting louder. “While I’m out here trying to look like a respectable family man, you’re sending yourself out to the whole fucking world choking on dick like a p**n star? You’ve ruined everything!”

I finally snapped back.

“It was one mistake! okay, I was trying to be sexy for you because you never touch me anymore! I’m dying over here, Damien. I’m fucking starving for you!”

He looked at me with pure disgust.

“Starving? Yeah, I can tell. You’re always so goddamn horny now. It’s pathetic really, the only reason I’m still in this marriage is for the kids and my image. As soon as the election is over, we’re done pretending. You’ll stay in the guest house. I don’t want you in my bed, I don’t even want to look at you.”

The car pulled into our driveway. The big house looked cold under the lights.

Damien leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear.

“When we get inside, you’re going to hear exactly what I really think of you and this sham of a marriage and you’re going to shut the fuck up and take it.”

He opened the door and stepped out without looking back at me.

I sat there for a second, coat barely covering my half-naked body, pussy still wet, tears running down my face.

This wasn’t my husband anymore.

This was something much much worse.