My Online Affair
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Her husband left for work, and shortly after, she woke. Feeling alone, and cold.
She rose and showered. Preparing herself for the day. Putting makeup on, which wasn't part of her normal routine. She needed to feel pretty today. She left the house, stopped for gas on her way to the hotel where her lover was waiting. She'd never done anything like this before, and her heart raced, her palms were sweaty, her stomach fluttered. This other man, the man who wasn't her husband, was waiting. They had traded pictures, and messages, and had gotten under her skin. She had to see.
Though she had no expectations of anything more than a day of good, much needed sexual contact, there was something else about this man. The way he spoke to her in the late night messages. The absolute and complete adoration of her body, even just from photographs. He made her feel wanted in a very animal way, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She didn’t concern herself with whether it was just lip-service or not.
As she drove, the thought that she might get caught weighed heavy on her mind, and yet turned her on so much she nearly pulled over to please herself. Her panties soaked.
She arrived at the hotel and went into the café, where her new secret had told her to meet him. She sat, and ordered a coffee. And waited. Her coffee arrived, and she took a sip. She was settling her cup onto its little plate when he sat across from her, smiling a "good morning". He reached out to her, and she placed her hand in his. The waitress stopped and he also ordered, asking her if she was hungry. She said no, and he ordered a coffee as well.
They had their drinks in silence. A good silence. He stared at her with a half-smile, making her blush. They finished and he paid the bill, ignoring her protest to pay for her own. They stood, and he took her by the hand, leading her toward the elevators. Once there, he pushed the up key and wrapped his arm around her waist.
The elevator door opened and he led her in. The elevator was empty, and as soon as the doors closed he slid a hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. Hard. Pressing her against the wall. She pressed her hands against his chest, her mind racing with thoughts of, "this is wrong, I need to go," and "I don't want this to stop". She realized in that moment how much she loved her husband, and how much she hated herself for needing this. Another thought popped into her head as the elevator door opened and her lover stopped his assault on her mouth, "I've come this far," followed by "I can't do this". Her brain clicked away as he led her to the door to his room.
She stopped him as he went to open the door, putting a hand on his arm, and said "I can't. I want to. But I can't". He gave her a look, pausing just for a second, before opening the door and gently leading her into the room. He closed the door behind them, taking her hand again and led her to the bed. He sat, she stood in front of him.
"Sit with me?" he asked, patting the bed next to him.
She sat. Wondering what would happen next. Feeling like a foolish virgin child. He turned to face her, leaning back on his hands. And sighed.
"You know I want you," he told her.
She nodded.
"I think you want me, too".
She nodded again.
"It's just sex," he said.
She nodded a third time, still unable to make a sound. Fear, and excitement, and lust were making her body hum. Her heart pounded, and she trembled slightly. They sat in silence for a short while. Then finally, she stood, swallowing hard as though something were stuck in her throat. Turning to face him and taking a deep breath, she slid her shoes off, then her jeans. Until she was standing in just the pink lace panties and bra he had asked her to wear, and a t-shirt.
He leaned forward, grabbing her hips, and pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling his hips. She could feel his hardness through his jeans. He leaned back and pulled his shirt off, then hers. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra, pulling it off and flinging it to the floor. He stared at her full, bouncy tits for a moment, before taking one into his warm mouth. One hand grabbing the other, pulling at her piercing. His other hand firmly grasping her ass. She let a soft whimper escape her lips, her eyes closing, her arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue played against one nipple, his thumb against the other.
Her fingers buried in his hair as his tongue travelled upward, over her collar bone, to her neck. She felt her panties get even wetter, as he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. She giggled softly, almost regretting telling him about that spot in a previous conversation. His hands travelled up her spine, sending shivers through her body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and lay back, rolling her so that she was under him, her legs now around his waist. She could almost feel his pulse through his jeans as he pressed his rock hard erection against her wet panties.
He kissed her again, his hands travelling the length of her torso. And in that moment, she let go of the world, wanting nothing but for him to be inside of her.
He sat back, grabbing her hips and forcing her legs to fall to the sides, her arms landing above her head. His fingers played at the lace cradling her hips, as he dropped his head between her thighs. He kissed the soft skin from her knees to the crease of her pubic bone, she drew a deep breath when his lips touched the outer edge of her panties where they covered her now impossibly wet cunt. He teased her with his tongue, licking long strokes along the edges of pink lace. She reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair, lifting her hips toward him, begging him wordlessly to go further.
He lifted his head, long enough to tell her how delicious she smelled, before enclosing her lace wrapped pussy with his mouth. His tongue pressing firmly against the fabric, eliciting a low moan from deep within her. She orgasmed nearly at the instant his warm tongue touched her fabric covered clit, with a sound she’d never heard herself make before.
He lifted his head again, and with a chuckle, said, “Well, then.”
“Oh, my god,” she sighed, laughing and covering her face with her hands.
Still smiling, he grabbed the hip straps of her panties and yanked, tearing the fabric from her body. She let out a shocked “Oh!” and then a groan of sheer bliss as his mouth again found her now exposed wetness. He slowly, firmly drug his tongue along the length of her dripping cunt. Beginning at her ass, and ending with his lips grabbing her clit, sucking it in.
He gave her a moment of the most intense sensation she had ever felt and then released her from his mouth to push a finger into her. She whimpered and drew in a sharp breath as his digit found the soft spot buried deep inside her tunnel. His lips returned to her pink pearl. With the increasing pressure from his lips and tongue, and rhythmic strokes of his hand, her body tightened. She felt the edge of a place she’d never been, and gladly stepped over. As she came closer to orgasm, a flood of warmth enveloped her.
“Please…” she whispered, panting. He quickened his thrusts and tightened his lips around her clit. She grabbed the headboard as she came with a long deep moan. She covered his face and hands with a flood of slick cum. She’d never been a squirter, and this new sensation was both frightening and exciting. He pulled away from her and moved up her body. Sticking his finger in her mouth. She eagerly cleaned her mess from his hand, grabbing him by the wrist and lapping up the sweetness like a person dying of thirst. He watched her with a smile. Enjoying the transformation from shy girl, to complete whore. And he knew that this would be fun. He was eager to push her to her limits, see what she could take. His already erect cock getting even harder at the thought.
When she concluded her tongue assault on his fingers, he kissed her. Hard, deep and wet. She lay her head back on the pillow, inhaling the scent of him, and savouring the taste of herself on his mouth.
He broke the kiss and pushed back, rolling off the bed. She turned her head so that he was in full view, and her tongue scraped her top lip as he unzipped his jeans. Her skin tingled as he slid the fabric off over his hips, exposing his rigid manhood to her. She felt a smile curl her lips as he bared himself to her. His cock was not long, seven inches at most, but it was definitely the thickest one she’d seen in some time. Her body reacted with enthusiasm, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
He dropped his jeans to the floor, and in two steps was at the edge of the bed. She reached out for his dick, wanting to touch it, to feel the soft skin in her hands. He brushed her hands away, grabbing her by the wrists and placing her arms above her head. She spread her thighs to accommodate him as he positioned himself against her wetness.
He slid his hard-on against her swollen, sensitive mound. Making her moan, her body arching to find his. He released one of her wrists, reaching between them to guide his cock to its destination. He pressed into her aching cunt with one, firm thrust, emitting a low growl as her tight, warm pussy squeezed him. He hadn't expected her to be so tight, and he nearly came. He stopped for a moment, looking at her face.
She looked back at him confused.
“God damn,” he whispered, smiling.
She whimpered, rolling her hips against his body, begging him silently to fuck her.
He pushed his body weight against her, to stop her movement, chuckling to himself. “You’re going to make me cum,” he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. “Please?” she sighed. “Please? I need… I need you to…” she trailed off with a moan.
“Need me to what?”
“Please, just fuck me?”
He looked at her for a moment, watching her eyes close as he slid half way out, forcing himself back into her. Hard. His body hummed, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. So he gave her what she wanted, this time. Fucking her hard enough to make the headboard slam into the wall. She panted, begging him to fuck her harder, faster. He felt her muscles tighten as she came, felt her soak his thighs and hers with her orgasm. With a final forceful shove and a deep, guttural moan, he emptied his balls deep in her clenching twat.
He allowed her a moment to bask in the warmth of her orgasm, before pulling out of her, grabbing her hair and forcing her into a seated position. He knelt in front of her, ignoring her weak protests, and pressed his cum coated cock against her lips. She opened her mouth willingly and took him in, his thick head hitting the back of her throat as he force-fed her his dick. Tasting herself, and his semen mingled together made her moan. Her pussy convulsing with each thrust of his hips. He tightened his grip on her hair and fucked her mouth until she gagged, tears streaming down her face, her mascara creating grey trails on her cheeks. He yanked her head back, giving her a firm slap across the face. She looked up at him, eyes wide with shock.
“Hands and knees, now,” he commanded. She positioned herself as he instructed, and he pushed her shoulders down, her face into the bed. Her round, firm ass in the air. He gave her a sharp smack across her butt. Leaving a handprint that she could feel, growing warmer as it became red. He smacked the other side, harder. Causing her to draw in a quick breath.
“Did that hurt?” he asked her, with an evil smile. She nodded but said nothing. Hoping he would do it again.
“I can’t hear you, whore.”
Her head snapped up at the word. She felt like she should be angry, but wasn't. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Yes, sir. It did.”
He laughed at her willingness to play along, smacking her bountiful ass again. She dropped her head back to the mattress, warm tears stinging her eyes from the abrupt flare of pain, exhaling a long, slow breath.
He ran his hand along her exposed cleft, pressing his thumb against her obviously virgin backdoor. When she pushed back against the pressure, he knew he was going to be her first. Keeping the pressure on her asshole, he entered her snatch with an almost violent thrust. He swore under his breath. She felt even tighter with her ass in the air. He fucked her, slowly at first, giving her body time to adjust to him. Then harder, faster. Dropping a line of saliva onto her other pink hole, and pushing his thumb into her. Filling both of her openings at once. She rocked back against him, once again panting, begging him to fuck her.
He slid his thumb from her hole, and slowed his thrusts. Slowly, he worked one, and then two fingers back into her tighter cavity, making her squirm and squeak.
“Do you like that? You should. You’re nothing more than a little whore, and you should want to please me,” he told her, pushing his fingers as deeply into her as he could.
She couldn't respond. The pain was turning to pleasure and her head was swimming. So she nodded, hoping he would see. He slapped her hard on the ass once again, pulling his fingers from her ass and grabbing her by the hips so that he could fuck her like a proper whore should be fucked.
“Oh, god. Yes, please, yes… Please fuck me,” she moaned into the pillow. He obliged, making her scream loudly as she orgasmed once, then again in quick succession. He didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled his cock from its wet, warm pocket and pressed it intently against her ass.
“Oh!” she whispered, biting into the pillow. She did not stop him. It didn’t occur to her to try. As the head of his hard, thick dick passed the tight opening of her previously virgin hole, she cried out, reaching a hand back toward him. He shushed her, running his hands gently down her spine.
“Touch your clit, make yourself cum,” he instructed. She did as he asked, and the pleasure from her fingers on her overly sensitive button overrode the pain she felt in her posterior. She brought herself to orgasm as he slowly buried his shaft to its base in her ass.
"See,” he said, leaning over her to kiss her on the neck. “Not so bad. Not yet, anyway.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back firmly. Her head bent back, his fingers finding their way into her open mouth as he began to work his cock, slowly out, then back into her tight backside. He continued, slowly, until she came. Whether from his dick in her ass, or her fingers playing on her pussy, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care.
As she panted and moaned, feeling the warmth of her orgasm washing over her, he tightened his grip on her hair. Fucking her harder, faster. To his surprise, she pushed back against every thrust, meeting his strokes with her own. He released his grip on her hair and grabbed her firmly by the hips.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. He had found himself a repressed whore like none he’d ever met.
She muttered something into the pillow, and he asked her, “What was that, slut? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
She lifted her head and peered over her shoulder at him. “I said, stop playing around and fuck me already.” He paused in shock for just a moment, before pounding her ass as hard as his back and thighs would let him. Her fingers played at her clit, and she grunted loudly.
“Fuck, yes… Fuck my ass… Fuck me harder, please, ohhh…” She trailed off with a wail as she came for what felt like the millionth time.
He growled, “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Tell me you want my cum in your ass, slut. Tell me now!”
“Yes, please, cum in my tight little ass. I want it. I need you to cum in my ass.”
He swore, loudly, as he dumped his load inside her. His cock twitching, his heart racing. He pulled out, dropping to his side on the bed next to her. She sat up on her knees, feeling his cum and hers dripping onto her feet. She looked at him, her hair tangled and ratted. Her face flushed pink. He reached out and laid his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Trying to steady his breathing.
Finally, with a deep inhale, he said, “God dammit, woman. And here I thought you were some innocent little bitch that I was going to have my way with.”
She laughed and he smiled. “I didn’t know I had it in me,” she sighed. “I guess you found it.” She rolled off the bed and wandered into the bathroom to clean up. He followed her, smacking her on the ass as he stepped into the shower. She wiped off with a towel, then leaned into the shower to kiss him.
“Are you going?” he asked.
“I am.”
“Call me?”
She paused, “Probably not.”
She shut the bathroom door behind her and dressed, contemplating whether to shower when she got home or not. She decided on not. Let her husband figure it out if he decided to fuck her tonight. If.
She rose and showered. Preparing herself for the day. Putting makeup on, which wasn't part of her normal routine. She needed to feel pretty today. She left the house, stopped for gas on her way to the hotel where her lover was waiting. She'd never done anything like this before, and her heart raced, her palms were sweaty, her stomach fluttered. This other man, the man who wasn't her husband, was waiting. They had traded pictures, and messages, and had gotten under her skin. She had to see.
Though she had no expectations of anything more than a day of good, much needed sexual contact, there was something else about this man. The way he spoke to her in the late night messages. The absolute and complete adoration of her body, even just from photographs. He made her feel wanted in a very animal way, something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. She didn’t concern herself with whether it was just lip-service or not.
As she drove, the thought that she might get caught weighed heavy on her mind, and yet turned her on so much she nearly pulled over to please herself. Her panties soaked.
She arrived at the hotel and went into the café, where her new secret had told her to meet him. She sat, and ordered a coffee. And waited. Her coffee arrived, and she took a sip. She was settling her cup onto its little plate when he sat across from her, smiling a "good morning". He reached out to her, and she placed her hand in his. The waitress stopped and he also ordered, asking her if she was hungry. She said no, and he ordered a coffee as well.
They had their drinks in silence. A good silence. He stared at her with a half-smile, making her blush. They finished and he paid the bill, ignoring her protest to pay for her own. They stood, and he took her by the hand, leading her toward the elevators. Once there, he pushed the up key and wrapped his arm around her waist.
The elevator door opened and he led her in. The elevator was empty, and as soon as the doors closed he slid a hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. Hard. Pressing her against the wall. She pressed her hands against his chest, her mind racing with thoughts of, "this is wrong, I need to go," and "I don't want this to stop". She realized in that moment how much she loved her husband, and how much she hated herself for needing this. Another thought popped into her head as the elevator door opened and her lover stopped his assault on her mouth, "I've come this far," followed by "I can't do this". Her brain clicked away as he led her to the door to his room.
She stopped him as he went to open the door, putting a hand on his arm, and said "I can't. I want to. But I can't". He gave her a look, pausing just for a second, before opening the door and gently leading her into the room. He closed the door behind them, taking her hand again and led her to the bed. He sat, she stood in front of him.
"Sit with me?" he asked, patting the bed next to him.
She sat. Wondering what would happen next. Feeling like a foolish virgin child. He turned to face her, leaning back on his hands. And sighed.
"You know I want you," he told her.
She nodded.
"I think you want me, too".
She nodded again.
"It's just sex," he said.
She nodded a third time, still unable to make a sound. Fear, and excitement, and lust were making her body hum. Her heart pounded, and she trembled slightly. They sat in silence for a short while. Then finally, she stood, swallowing hard as though something were stuck in her throat. Turning to face him and taking a deep breath, she slid her shoes off, then her jeans. Until she was standing in just the pink lace panties and bra he had asked her to wear, and a t-shirt.
He leaned forward, grabbing her hips, and pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling his hips. She could feel his hardness through his jeans. He leaned back and pulled his shirt off, then hers. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra, pulling it off and flinging it to the floor. He stared at her full, bouncy tits for a moment, before taking one into his warm mouth. One hand grabbing the other, pulling at her piercing. His other hand firmly grasping her ass. She let a soft whimper escape her lips, her eyes closing, her arms wrapping around his neck as his tongue played against one nipple, his thumb against the other.
Her fingers buried in his hair as his tongue travelled upward, over her collar bone, to her neck. She felt her panties get even wetter, as he kissed the soft skin behind her ear. She giggled softly, almost regretting telling him about that spot in a previous conversation. His hands travelled up her spine, sending shivers through her body. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and lay back, rolling her so that she was under him, her legs now around his waist. She could almost feel his pulse through his jeans as he pressed his rock hard erection against her wet panties.
He kissed her again, his hands travelling the length of her torso. And in that moment, she let go of the world, wanting nothing but for him to be inside of her.
He sat back, grabbing her hips and forcing her legs to fall to the sides, her arms landing above her head. His fingers played at the lace cradling her hips, as he dropped his head between her thighs. He kissed the soft skin from her knees to the crease of her pubic bone, she drew a deep breath when his lips touched the outer edge of her panties where they covered her now impossibly wet cunt. He teased her with his tongue, licking long strokes along the edges of pink lace. She reached down, tangling her fingers in his hair, lifting her hips toward him, begging him wordlessly to go further.
He lifted his head, long enough to tell her how delicious she smelled, before enclosing her lace wrapped pussy with his mouth. His tongue pressing firmly against the fabric, eliciting a low moan from deep within her. She orgasmed nearly at the instant his warm tongue touched her fabric covered clit, with a sound she’d never heard herself make before.
He lifted his head again, and with a chuckle, said, “Well, then.”
“Oh, my god,” she sighed, laughing and covering her face with her hands.
Still smiling, he grabbed the hip straps of her panties and yanked, tearing the fabric from her body. She let out a shocked “Oh!” and then a groan of sheer bliss as his mouth again found her now exposed wetness. He slowly, firmly drug his tongue along the length of her dripping cunt. Beginning at her ass, and ending with his lips grabbing her clit, sucking it in.
He gave her a moment of the most intense sensation she had ever felt and then released her from his mouth to push a finger into her. She whimpered and drew in a sharp breath as his digit found the soft spot buried deep inside her tunnel. His lips returned to her pink pearl. With the increasing pressure from his lips and tongue, and rhythmic strokes of his hand, her body tightened. She felt the edge of a place she’d never been, and gladly stepped over. As she came closer to orgasm, a flood of warmth enveloped her.
“Please…” she whispered, panting. He quickened his thrusts and tightened his lips around her clit. She grabbed the headboard as she came with a long deep moan. She covered his face and hands with a flood of slick cum. She’d never been a squirter, and this new sensation was both frightening and exciting. He pulled away from her and moved up her body. Sticking his finger in her mouth. She eagerly cleaned her mess from his hand, grabbing him by the wrist and lapping up the sweetness like a person dying of thirst. He watched her with a smile. Enjoying the transformation from shy girl, to complete whore. And he knew that this would be fun. He was eager to push her to her limits, see what she could take. His already erect cock getting even harder at the thought.
When she concluded her tongue assault on his fingers, he kissed her. Hard, deep and wet. She lay her head back on the pillow, inhaling the scent of him, and savouring the taste of herself on his mouth.
He broke the kiss and pushed back, rolling off the bed. She turned her head so that he was in full view, and her tongue scraped her top lip as he unzipped his jeans. Her skin tingled as he slid the fabric off over his hips, exposing his rigid manhood to her. She felt a smile curl her lips as he bared himself to her. His cock was not long, seven inches at most, but it was definitely the thickest one she’d seen in some time. Her body reacted with enthusiasm, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath her.
He dropped his jeans to the floor, and in two steps was at the edge of the bed. She reached out for his dick, wanting to touch it, to feel the soft skin in her hands. He brushed her hands away, grabbing her by the wrists and placing her arms above her head. She spread her thighs to accommodate him as he positioned himself against her wetness.
He slid his hard-on against her swollen, sensitive mound. Making her moan, her body arching to find his. He released one of her wrists, reaching between them to guide his cock to its destination. He pressed into her aching cunt with one, firm thrust, emitting a low growl as her tight, warm pussy squeezed him. He hadn't expected her to be so tight, and he nearly came. He stopped for a moment, looking at her face.
She looked back at him confused.
“God damn,” he whispered, smiling.
She whimpered, rolling her hips against his body, begging him silently to fuck her.
He pushed his body weight against her, to stop her movement, chuckling to himself. “You’re going to make me cum,” he said.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy with lust. “Please?” she sighed. “Please? I need… I need you to…” she trailed off with a moan.
“Need me to what?”
“Please, just fuck me?”
He looked at her for a moment, watching her eyes close as he slid half way out, forcing himself back into her. Hard. His body hummed, and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. So he gave her what she wanted, this time. Fucking her hard enough to make the headboard slam into the wall. She panted, begging him to fuck her harder, faster. He felt her muscles tighten as she came, felt her soak his thighs and hers with her orgasm. With a final forceful shove and a deep, guttural moan, he emptied his balls deep in her clenching twat.
He allowed her a moment to bask in the warmth of her orgasm, before pulling out of her, grabbing her hair and forcing her into a seated position. He knelt in front of her, ignoring her weak protests, and pressed his cum coated cock against her lips. She opened her mouth willingly and took him in, his thick head hitting the back of her throat as he force-fed her his dick. Tasting herself, and his semen mingled together made her moan. Her pussy convulsing with each thrust of his hips. He tightened his grip on her hair and fucked her mouth until she gagged, tears streaming down her face, her mascara creating grey trails on her cheeks. He yanked her head back, giving her a firm slap across the face. She looked up at him, eyes wide with shock.
“Hands and knees, now,” he commanded. She positioned herself as he instructed, and he pushed her shoulders down, her face into the bed. Her round, firm ass in the air. He gave her a sharp smack across her butt. Leaving a handprint that she could feel, growing warmer as it became red. He smacked the other side, harder. Causing her to draw in a quick breath.
“Did that hurt?” he asked her, with an evil smile. She nodded but said nothing. Hoping he would do it again.
“I can’t hear you, whore.”
Her head snapped up at the word. She felt like she should be angry, but wasn't. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Yes, sir. It did.”
He laughed at her willingness to play along, smacking her bountiful ass again. She dropped her head back to the mattress, warm tears stinging her eyes from the abrupt flare of pain, exhaling a long, slow breath.
He ran his hand along her exposed cleft, pressing his thumb against her obviously virgin backdoor. When she pushed back against the pressure, he knew he was going to be her first. Keeping the pressure on her asshole, he entered her snatch with an almost violent thrust. He swore under his breath. She felt even tighter with her ass in the air. He fucked her, slowly at first, giving her body time to adjust to him. Then harder, faster. Dropping a line of saliva onto her other pink hole, and pushing his thumb into her. Filling both of her openings at once. She rocked back against him, once again panting, begging him to fuck her.
He slid his thumb from her hole, and slowed his thrusts. Slowly, he worked one, and then two fingers back into her tighter cavity, making her squirm and squeak.
“Do you like that? You should. You’re nothing more than a little whore, and you should want to please me,” he told her, pushing his fingers as deeply into her as he could.
She couldn't respond. The pain was turning to pleasure and her head was swimming. So she nodded, hoping he would see. He slapped her hard on the ass once again, pulling his fingers from her ass and grabbing her by the hips so that he could fuck her like a proper whore should be fucked.
“Oh, god. Yes, please, yes… Please fuck me,” she moaned into the pillow. He obliged, making her scream loudly as she orgasmed once, then again in quick succession. He didn’t give her time to recover. He pulled his cock from its wet, warm pocket and pressed it intently against her ass.
“Oh!” she whispered, biting into the pillow. She did not stop him. It didn’t occur to her to try. As the head of his hard, thick dick passed the tight opening of her previously virgin hole, she cried out, reaching a hand back toward him. He shushed her, running his hands gently down her spine.
“Touch your clit, make yourself cum,” he instructed. She did as he asked, and the pleasure from her fingers on her overly sensitive button overrode the pain she felt in her posterior. She brought herself to orgasm as he slowly buried his shaft to its base in her ass.
"See,” he said, leaning over her to kiss her on the neck. “Not so bad. Not yet, anyway.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back firmly. Her head bent back, his fingers finding their way into her open mouth as he began to work his cock, slowly out, then back into her tight backside. He continued, slowly, until she came. Whether from his dick in her ass, or her fingers playing on her pussy, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t care.
As she panted and moaned, feeling the warmth of her orgasm washing over her, he tightened his grip on her hair. Fucking her harder, faster. To his surprise, she pushed back against every thrust, meeting his strokes with her own. He released his grip on her hair and grabbed her firmly by the hips.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. He had found himself a repressed whore like none he’d ever met.
She muttered something into the pillow, and he asked her, “What was that, slut? Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
She lifted her head and peered over her shoulder at him. “I said, stop playing around and fuck me already.” He paused in shock for just a moment, before pounding her ass as hard as his back and thighs would let him. Her fingers played at her clit, and she grunted loudly.
“Fuck, yes… Fuck my ass… Fuck me harder, please, ohhh…” She trailed off with a wail as she came for what felt like the millionth time.
He growled, “Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Tell me you want my cum in your ass, slut. Tell me now!”
“Yes, please, cum in my tight little ass. I want it. I need you to cum in my ass.”
He swore, loudly, as he dumped his load inside her. His cock twitching, his heart racing. He pulled out, dropping to his side on the bed next to her. She sat up on her knees, feeling his cum and hers dripping onto her feet. She looked at him, her hair tangled and ratted. Her face flushed pink. He reached out and laid his hand on her thigh, giving it a light squeeze. Trying to steady his breathing.
Finally, with a deep inhale, he said, “God dammit, woman. And here I thought you were some innocent little bitch that I was going to have my way with.”
She laughed and he smiled. “I didn’t know I had it in me,” she sighed. “I guess you found it.” She rolled off the bed and wandered into the bathroom to clean up. He followed her, smacking her on the ass as he stepped into the shower. She wiped off with a towel, then leaned into the shower to kiss him.
“Are you going?” he asked.
“I am.”
“Call me?”
She paused, “Probably not.”
She shut the bathroom door behind her and dressed, contemplating whether to shower when she got home or not. She decided on not. Let her husband figure it out if he decided to fuck her tonight. If.
Tamera
- 06.07.2020
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