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She took a breath and tried to stop her fingers from shaking. She’d never won before. This was a big moment.
“C-U-C-K,” she laid down four letter tiles and looked up at him for a response. He smiled smugly, not quite understanding what was about to go down. “O-L-D. And I’m going to use your ‘S’ for CUCKOLDS.”
Her eyes rested on the board for a moment, taking in the finality of her wordplay and the scandalous idea she was about to introduce. Raising and locking her eyes on his she continued, “definition: a woman ‘cuckolds’ her man when she sleeps with another. I’m afraid you lose.”
“Three years of playing Scrabble and you finally beat me with that? Jesus.”
Even in defeat, he oozed arrogance. She loved every bit of it. A powerful man, things went his way or they usually didn’t go anywhere.
“So, you can do anything you want to me. What’s it going to be?” The question sounded like a command coming from him.
“Clothes off.” She took a pull of her Cabernet Sauvignon and looked away, waiting for him to act.
“I like this so far.” The silk suit fell at her feet. The tie, the tailored shirt all scattered on the deep, pile carpet.
“Now, go into the closet, stand at the doorway and wait for me.”
Chuckling, he slowly did as he was told, his muscles rippling like a puma’s. In the closet, he turned and she could see his cock starting to stir.
“You’re not such a bad loser, Sweetie.” Reaching down she felt the blood rushing through him. “Hands above your head.”
He obliged. She snapped a pair of handcuffs on him, hooking them over his pull-up bar.
“A lot of people would pay big dollars to get me in this position, you know?”
“I do. And I don’t have to pay you anything. I just had to win!”
She walked out of the closet and across the bedroom to her phone. Before dialing, she looked at her strong, naked man. “Comfy?”
“Sure. But I was hoping you were going to suck my cock. Can’t do it from over there,” he play-pouted.
Tossing back her long, red hair, she laughed. “No, I can’t,” and dialed. He watched her, leaning into the cuffs, his erection growing.
“Farouk, this is Annabelle. I’m friends with Olivia K over on 5th and 71st. She told me I could call you if I ever needed some company.”
Tan and mature, her boyfriend’s face let her know he was not expecting this. Disbelief, pain, confusion, and excitement, it all raced across the landscape of his handsomeness. She took it in, delighted in the wickedness of her plan and then she polished it off with a husky flourish. “And Farouk, make it someone that can really fuck… Understand?”
She hung up and stared at him, dangling there on his handcuffs: so powerful but so helpless at the moment. Fully aroused now, he did something she’d never heard before, he stammered.
“Sorry darling.” She was sweet as honey. “What are you trying to say?”
Again, he opened his mouth but words did not come.
“Time for me to get ready for my lover. Stay there, would you?”
“Annabelle, this is a joke. You’re not really going to do this.”
“Fuck another man? In front of you? I think you want me to, Grant. Maybe you just don’t know it, yet.”
Unbuttoning her blouse, she moved to him, a foreign intensity pulling them together. His eyes narrowed and closed as she stood on her tippy toes and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to fuck him in just the nastiest way, Grant.” She moved around in front of him, dropping her blouse and unfastening her black bra. “I really hope you like it,” she said with cotton candy innocence.
Again, she grabbed his cock, massaged it slowly and traced her fingernails on its head. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted.
“Are you man enough for this?” she asked with a tight squeeze.
He smiled with his eyes closed.
“Nothing to say?” She moved into the center of the room, and dropped her skirt. With her back to him, she lusciously bent over and unfastened her Jimmy Choos. Leaving her thigh highs and black g-string on, she turned back to him, all creamy skin and pale, pink nipples. “I do hope he likes me.”
Grant groaned, shifted his feet and then erupted, “Alright game’s over. Undo these Goddamned things. Enough.”
“Sweetie, you know the Scrabble rules. Winner gets to do anything they want…”
His eyes were furious and his big dick was throbbing.
“I’m afraid you’re just going to have to stand there. You don’t even get to watch.”
With a marvelously caring smile, Annabelle swung the closet door closed and was alone in her bedroom. She waited for him to bellow, to protest, to rip down the pull up bar. It did not happen. The room was quiet, her game was on to the next phase and she was hot, wet and ready for it.
The doorbell rang. In her jade kimono, Annabelle opened it wide and dramatic. Taking in the man before her, from head to toe she approved. He fit a few inches below the doorjam, his shoulders were perfect for holding on to and his skin was rich mahogany.
“Delicious at my door!” she smiled and stepped aside to let him in.
“My name is Dexter and I take it you’re Annabelle.”
“I am indeed and I’m really going to enjoy this.” She couldn’t contain herself. Throwing her arms around her pay-for-play lover she gave him a deep, hungry kiss.
“Can we go right to the bedroom?”
“I’m here for you, Annabelle, as you wish.”
Down her barn red hallway, past the exquisite antique paintings Grant had given her, she came into their bedroom with her exotic toy and for a moment stared at the closed closet.
Then in a voice, she thought would make Grant have to lean in a bit to hear through the door, Annabelle said, “Dexter, please, I just can’t wait to see you with your clothes off.”
For the second time that night, a gorgeous man disrobed in front of Annabelle, just as she had demanded.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “you’re huge! Come here, I want to feel it.” Giddy with excitement, she stood a few feet from Dexter and wondrously put her hand on his soft, smooth shaft. “I don’t know, Dexter, it might be too much,” she breathed. Her hand reflexively started working. Her eyes bounced between her lover’s amused smile and the growing result of the effort in her manicured hand.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she purred. “I do hope I can get it in. This is going to be simply wonderful.”
Dexter laughed. The sound filled the room with masculinity. Annabelle wondered how threatening it might be to a man within earshot, handcuffed and naked. She wondered if Grant had any idea of what this bull was going to look like on top of her, how much she was going to love feeling that magnificent cock take her to the most blissful place. She hoped Grant knew that this was for his enjoyment. Kind of.
“Do you like my breasts, Dexter?”
“You are beautiful. Every inch of you, Annabelle.”
“Touch them… hmm, your hands are so strong.”
Annabelle lay back on her bed. She looked at the closet again and imagined Grant behind the door, helpless. Her breasts massaged and suckled by another man just a few feet from him, Grant would be wild at the image. She made her voice loud enough so that everyone could hear.
“I’m so wet. I need you to touch me.”
Dexter obliged. His significant fingers eased her into a groaning ecstasy, deftly alternating between her slick lips and charged clit. Dexter moved to Annabelle’s side so she could once again, wrap her hand around his cock that still seemed to be growing. His mouth dropped on to her nipple, he sharply sucked it in, scraping it over his teeth in just the perfect measure of pain and pleasure. Annabelle could feel the control of her body slipping away and going to Dexter. Beautiful and so good at what he was doing, all she could do was smile as he stood and brought his hard-on to her lips. It pressed slowly into her mouth. Gently, her lover worked his way in and out of Annabelle’s willing throat.
“That’s it, Annabelle. Suck that big, black dick.” His voice sounded so truly naughty, Annabelle almost laughed thinking of what it would sound like to Grant. She spread her legs wider and enjoyed another thick finger slipping into her building heat. With every slide of his cock, Annabelle moaned. 90 percent was for her pleasure, 10 percent was for Grant’s.
If he could only see her painted lips around this massive man. If he could only see the flush swelling of her pussy, enjoy the terrible decadence in her eyes.
“I want you to fuck me, Dexter. Fuck me right now.”
She flipped onto her stomach, put her elbows beneath her chest and raised her heart-shaped ass into the air.
“Come on, lover, you want my little pussy? Come on fuck it. Fuck me like a big bull.”
He did as he was asked. The first thrust almost made Annabelle pass out. Like a speeding train running off the track, the cock inside her felt totally out of control. She couldn’t help but scream. But Dexter didn’t stop, he just kept going. Every stroke from head to balls, he rammed himself up against her ass. Annabelle lost the feeling in her legs and started dropping to the bed but her lover held her up by the hips and continued to pump inside of her.
“Talk to me, Annabelle, is this how you like it?”
She couldn’t answer. She hurt. She wanted to cum. She’d never felt so much in her life or had so little to say.
“Say it girl. Say you like it when I stick it to you like this?”
She tried to put some words together but was slightly ashamed at the simplemindedness of what came out.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. You’re cock’s so big, Dexter.”
All she wanted to do was cum. Her lover reached underneath her and squeezed her clit. She couldn’t take it. With a long piercing scream, she let go of any pretense of decency. Her pussy erupted and the shock waves rolled through her with agonizing speed and energy. As a stream of filthy jibberish spilled from her mouth, she stared at the closet door. For you, darling. For you.
Just as her exquisite pleasure started to ease, Dexter squeezed her again with his thumb and forefinger.
“Please no, I can’t cum again,” she begged.
But her lover wasn’t listening. He pulled her to the corner of the bed, turned her to face him and snuck his broad shoulders under her legs. Entering her like this, his size seemed to increase. She’d never felt a man so deep inside and her orgasm was almost instantaneous.
“Cum with me,” she gasped, “cum with me. I want it in me.”
Dexter grunted and the tight fit of their parts eased with the rush of hot liquid. It came in long spurts, his butt flexing and then relaxing with completion of each installment. Annabelle closed her eyes and felt it run between her ass cheeks. She focused on the animated flesh and muscle inside her, the burly man on top of her and the hungry one in the closet. The power she had over both of them was too good for words. One at her service for a price, the other for the most valuable currency of all: love.
She closed the door behind her lover and opened the one to her man. Grant was like a wild thing. His skin flushed, pupils dilated, muscles tensed and sweaty. Standing before him, she was just as Dexter had left her. Hair mussed, make-up smudged, cum staining her milky thighs, her pussy thick and sore.
“Hello, Sweetie.”
“Undo them.”
“That guy really fucked me,” she sighed.
“Undo them.”
“Grant, your cock is so hard, right now. Do you really want to fuck me after what just happened?”
She was smiling, he was raging.
“Undo them.”
“I will but you have to answer me first, Grant. Do you really want your girl after she just got so royally fucked?”
Emotion flashed across his face like a desert storm.
“Undo the cuffs, Annabelle.” She could see him struggle to control himself, looking down at the head of his penis it was already dripping. Her sweetie was in a really bad way.
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Annabelle could feel her body start to respond all over again. Nipples, pussy, clit all the switches flipped back on.
“Promise?”
“I promise, Annabelle”
“You’re not going to be a sore loser?”
“If this is losing, Goddamnit, I’m okay with it.”
She reached up and undid the cuffs. In a single motion she was up in his arms, on the bed and then he was inside her.
“Come on my beautiful cuckold, fuck me like no one else.”
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