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garry_rie
Looking forward to it. Do you need some ideas from bros here..get her to go out commando
That would be really thrilling for both of us. I can imagine ‘innocently’ placing my hand on her ass and squeezing. But need the right dress to really sell the look.
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garry_rie
She has a good body, should flaunt it. What dresses do you have in mind
She has great skin and zero blemishes, so one of my favourite things is to put her in backless tops and dresses. Lately I’ve been shopping around and considering tops like the following.
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Hkwillow
Looking forward to more updates.
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CHAPTER 9
[Amy’s perspective]
A man’s penis, I came to realise, is as individual as a fingerprint. Instead of ridges and whorls, a penis’ uniqueness lay in its shape, the network of veins running down its length, how it curved, up, down, or even sideways. Each penis’ musky scent was also different. I breathed in now the scent of Simon, realising at the same time that I was also smelling some of the lingering after-scent of my own juices from before. The smell was so thick that I could practically taste it. Simon’s penis and its urethral slit beckoned, like snake-charming in reverse. As I gripped the shaft in both hands and attempted a clumsy hand-job, Simon’s manhood nonetheless rewarded my efforts, filling my palms and growing stiffer, rising like leviathan and fixing its singular gaze at me. Now fully erect, it was as thick as my forearm and as long as the length of my wrist to my elbow, a good 22cm, if not more. Its head, like a scarlet-purple mushroom, looked wider than my jaw could stretch. It felt alive and almost like a separate entity from the rest of Simon’s body. It resembled a cudgel
in both shape and heft. A single pearl of liquid appeared at the very tip, and without thinking, I bent down, aided by Simon’s towering height, the massive length of his cock and my own flexibility, and licked that little bead of pre-cum from the tip. Simon shuddered, which made me insufferably proud and a warm feeling of pleasure formed in the core of my womb, diffusing outward to stroke the nerves of my vagina and bringing forth a matching wetness in my crotch. I couldn’t help myself, I started rubbing my cheeks, my nose and the rest of my face against his shaft, like a cat seeking affection from her owner.
I was not normally a fan of blowjobs, reserving it only for special occasions with David. Not out of any special aversion to the act, but simply because I preferred to skip the pleasantries and proceed straight to having a dick in my pussy. But there was something strangely compelling about Simon’s penis that made me want to slide off the massage table, kneel, and worship him with my mouth. It was almost instinctual, like a baby wanting to suck a pacifier.
But as though sensing my intention, Simon gave a command that sounded like “OH-hee”, which I later learned was “No” in Simon’s native tongue. While I didn’t understand the words, the meaning was clear. I was not yet to have the benefit of tasting his cock. Instead, Simon pushed my shoulders back down and I was once more face up and lying on the massage table. Except now I was placed perpendicularly to the table, my legs had lifted up and spread wide naturally as Simon pushed my shoulders down and my crotch was now on full display to Simon’s gaze and exposed to Simon’s dick. I shuddered in dawning realisation that I was no longer in charge (assuming I ever was) in the events that were unfolding.
My head would have hung unsupported over the other side of the massage table if it were not for the thoughtful intervention of David. My dearest husband half supported me and also shifted me so that my body was more angled on the massage table and I could rest my head on the padded massage table pad. Belatedly I realised that David had seen everything that had happened so far (No excuses for my inattention I know but I had just been having the most mind-shattering orgasms in my life, that tends to make a girl distracted). I flushed with embarrassment and wondered what was going through his mind as he saw his wife enthusiastically offer herself up to a stranger in front of him. At the same time I also realised that he hadn’t yet voiced a word of objection. Could it be that he actually wanted to see his wife ravaged by another man? I knew that some men enjoyed/entertained thoughts of cuckoldry, which as far as I knew was a desire to see their wives pleasured by other men. David had never shared any such desire with me before, but on the other hand, neither had we really talked a lot about our individual desires. It seemed that this night was going to be a night of joint discovery for both David and myself.
Lost in my ruminations, I was called back to reality by a warm sensation on my pussy. Simon had poured some of his custom massage oil, pre-warmed by immersion in a small bowl of hot water, over my mons, pubes, clitoris and labia. He rubbed the oil generously over my sex, even sliding lower down to rub some over my anus, making me shudder in arousal. Then grabbing his massive tool, he started slapping the length of my vulva.
God, he was hitting all the right spots. I was seeing shooting stars dance across my vision.
‘Fuck!’ I screamed, both in my head as well as verbally. “Oh Fuck!”.
How could physical assault impart such pleasure? It felt like someone was slapping the sensitive lips of my womanhood and the raw nerve fibres of my clitoris with a bat. It should have hurt but all my brain registered was pounding waves of pleasure.
I tried to sit up, I really did. Whether it was to protect my precious woman-parts or to join in the pummelling attacks I don’t know and could not say, even now. But again I heard Simon say “OH-hee” and then realising that he needed to switch to English to convey his proper intentions, he added “You lie down, I will make you ready.”
‘Ready? Ready for what?! I was already light years beyond what I had ever experienced. How could there be more?’ I thought to myself.
Then I felt it.
At the entrance of my vagina, this pressure. It felt like someone was trying to shove a clenched fist into my vagina. I knew it was Simon’s monster tool and an icy shard of fear sliced through me.
“IT’S TOO BIG! IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’LL TEAR MY HOLE!”, I yelled in fear.
Whether it was the alarm in my voice or his own observation of the state of things, Simon didn’t push any harder. But neither did he pull back either. Instead, he drizzled more of the oil on the head of his penis and the mouth my vagina. Clearly undeterred and still determined.
“It’s okay, we’ll go slow. You’ll be fine once the head is in.”, a different voice chimed in from behind me.
I turned incredulously towards the sound of that familiar voice saying something utterly bizarre. David stood behind and above me, hands still lying reassuringly on my shoulders.
“You’re fucking kidding. It’s huge! And what do you mean I’ll be fine, you aren’t the one that is being impaled on that!” I replied, more than a little annoyed at how unperturbed my ‘dear’ husband seemed.
But somehow the two men, it seemed, had hatched some kind of plan between themselves that I was not privy to. David didn’t even bother to answer me. Instead he once again grabbed both my wrists and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a length of soft rope and tied wrists together with practiced efficiency. Having made sure my hands were secured, he then pulled the rope taut, which stretched my arms almost painfully overhead, and fastened the other end of the rope to the leg of the massage table. I lay there helpless and cursed my husband’s dedication to learning knots when he was younger and a boy scout. The rope around my wrists was firmly knotted, but not overly tight. At least I wasn’t in any danger of having my circulation cut off.
Being immobilised, I realised, triggered something in me. While I was still a little bit scared, I found myself starting to get incredibly turned on. Could it be that I was somewhat into bondage? More importantly, how did David know this about me which I didn’t even fully realise about myself.
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Nitrolicious
22cm - will reach her womb. Lol!
Patience.. we will get there.
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CHAPTER 10
David didn’t give me any further time for introspection. After tugging twice on the knots to make sure they were secure, my husband began fondling my breasts. The bastard knew my weaknesses. Years of marriage had given him the roadmap to almost all my secret pleasure zones. He pawed my tits like he was playing with playdough and god I loved it (as he well knew). His playful thumb and fingers pinched at my nipples, tugging and pulling on them in the way that drove me nuts. The physical mauling alone would have been pleasure enough, but it was magnified tenfold, twenty-fold by the helplessness I felt in my bound state. A stream of curses flew from my mouth, language that I never let myself use outside the bedroom. A rising wave of pleasure began building in the depths of my sex. I felt like I was rapidly losing control of the situation and of control over my body.
I cursed both men for taking advantage of a poor tied up girl and questioned both men’s honour.
Something thick flicked my clitoris. Simon had gotten in the act. He literally flicked my swollen clitoris!
‘Thwap!’, again it came.
And that was the last conscious thought I had for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only a brief span of a few seconds. In that moment, my body clenched. Every muscle and sinew vibrated like a plucked violin string and my cry of pleasure would have been heard by the neighbours, had not our villa been separate from any other dwelling, surrounded by a rocky field, a patch of turf and a rock wall that represented the boundary of the property.
I came in what seemed like a never-ending wave. Longer and much more sustained than any I had had before in my 10 plus years of marriage.
Usually, David’s technique was fairly vanilla, sex in missionary position, lasting only a few minutes of thrusting and then a few jerks and spasms from David and then a quick descent from the mountains of pleasure as David’s modest penis inevitably lost rigidity and he pulled out from me. This time it was different. This time I was left with a lingering sensation of immense fullness.
Looking down in confusion, I strove to see the cause of this difference and I must have still been dissociated because what I saw was the massive head of Simon’s penis engulfed inside my vagina. My labia lips were stretched around that massive tool, looking flushed with desire. I had never felt so stuffed before and it felt AMAZING!
“Good girl”. For the second time tonight, a man patted me on the head and talked to me like he would a pet. This time the feeling that came first to my mind was… triumph? I felt myself basking in the glow of that praise.
“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed and surprised myself by how calm I sounded.
Piecing together the events that must have occurred when I was otherwise occupied cumming like I had seldom cum before, Simon, I realised, must have been waiting to take advantage of that moment when I was too overcome with pleasure and right after my body had clenched in orgasm and then relaxed like a loosed bow, to force the head of his dick into me. Clearly he was experienced in the art of ravishing women with his giant penis. I laughed at my foolishness in thinking I could pay him back for his earlier ravishing. The man had planted his flag in me and I knew a lost cause when I experienced it.
“Pussy is tight, but all pussy want Simon and so Simon always gets the pussy.” Simon’s command of the English language, while not Shakespearan, was certainly blunt in meaning and intent.
Fine, the enemy had breached the castle gate, but that didn’t mean they had seized the throne. If conventional fighting failed, time to switch to guerilla warfare.
“I don’t remember Simon asking to come in and I certainly didn’t ask you to penetrate me. You may have stuck your cock in me, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to you.” I realised how comical that might have sounded, with our two bodies joined at the crotch and Simon’s penetration already fait accompli, but a woman’s sharpest weapon is her mind and her words. I would not give Simon the satisfaction of an easy conquest.
Simon’s eyes narrowed at my defiance as he gazed down at me. I must have looked a sight. My hands were still tied up, sweat covered my forehead, chest, breast, stomach and limbs. But he seemed to see the defiance in my eyes and he gave a knowing smirk. His smile said ‘Fine, I’ll let her pretend, but she will bow to me before I’m done with her’.
And then he started pushing himself further into me.
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Hkwillow
Great updates.
The story continues.
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CHAPTER 11.
[Amy’s perspective]
Dear reader, I can’t begin to fully describe to you the sensations that I experienced when Simon started thrusting. Imagine sitting down in an awkward position and having your circulation cut off to one of your legs. Recall the sensation as you stand up and the blood rushes back into your limb. The pins and needles, the fiery sensation as your nerves start shouting their presence to your brain all at once. Have you ever then touched that newly reawakened limb as it went from a feeling of numbness to too much feeling all at once. That overloading of the senses? Now magnify that a hundred times and that begins to approximate what I was feeling. Raw nerves being scraped with sandpaper. But instead of pain, imagine pleasure. Seemingly endless pleasure. Pleasure that goes on and on until it becomes your only sensation.
My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I think I started drooling. David later said that I started to moan and gurgle incoherently. My pussy was on fire and it was spreading everywhere. My hips, my thighs, my legs, my arms, my chest, my breasts, my cheek. Every piece of skin that Simon touched kicked up a new conflagration of desire. I was in heaven, I was in hell.
“FFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!” I screamed. “OOOOHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK! YOU are KILLING me!”
Simon could bareful move in and out at first, since my pussy was clamped like a vice around his shaft. Even he found it tough apparently, despite his larger size and greater strength, to move more than a few centimetres back and forth. But the human vagina is an amazing thing. Given time to adjust, it can accommodate pretty much anything short of a cantaloupe. I mean, after all, how else are babies born, and I had already successfully delivered two. Biology and perseverance eventually won the day and gradually his movements lengthened and his speed increased, aided by the copious fluids that were flooding out of my vagina.
“OOOOHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK! OHHHH GOD! OH FUCK! OH SHIT. IT’S TOO BIG. YOU ASSHOLE IT’S TOO BIG!” I was starting to sound like a broken record, but I really couldn’t help myself. I surrendered to pleasure. Even if my hands had been untied then, there was absolutely nothing I could have done. Any thought of defence or defiance blown away in the tornado of pleasure I was experiencing. Simon was still ploughing his steel-rod into me like a jackhammer, each thrust brought him deeper and deeper. Five cm, eight cm, 10cm, 12cm, he claimed me millimetre by millimetre. Thrust after thrust he hammered away at my very soul.
“FFFUUUCCCK YOUUUU! FFFUUUUCCCKK YOUUUU!” I was delirious with pleasure. Railing at Simon. Angry at him, but really angry at myself and my body for its betrayal. I could feel EVERY millimetre of that thick cock as it crept closer and closer to the back of my vagina and the mouth of my cervix.
I thought surely he would have to stop there. Surely there was no way he could break past my cervix. 15 cm. I felt the head of his penis bump up against my cervix and part of me rejoiced that I had succeeded in taking all that he could give me and I was still in one piece. Yes, my vagina was still spasming in ecstacy around his delicious manhood. Yes, my brain was still exploding in mini supernovas as I came and came and came. But I had survived the impalement and that seemed like a kind of victory in of itself.
I looked down at my womb. I swore I could see my pubic mons area distended, forced to accommodate this large trunk of manhood. Simon was still thrusting himself into me, but I started to feel hope that the worst was over.
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Blackenrose
Wow! He’s in!!
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CHAPTER 12
[Amy’s perspective]
Then for the second time in one night, my body betrayed me. Unlike past orgasms, which rose in slow crescendo and crashed over me like a wave, this latest orgasm came with practically no warning. Maybe it was because I was already experiencing pleasure unsurpassed but one moment I was tingling with pleasure and the next moment I felt like I had just been slapped by a wall of water, a tsunami.
I lost all control of my body. My back arched like a drawn bow, my head flew backward. My mouth opened in a silent scream. My whole body started shuddering in a full on seizure. My legs moved without my conscious volition and wrapped themselves around Simon’s torso, crossed themselves behind his back and my body impaled itself on Simon spear down to its base. 22, maybe 23 centimetres of hot manhood surged into my core. My cervix opened like a flower. I swear my vaginal muscles did their part to suck take him entirely into my being. I felt like I was being internally possessed. Nothing, absolutely nothing had ever felt this good. I was dying.
“FUCK ME! OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY. OH GOD IT’S SO HUGE IN ME!” I chanted.
David must have untied my hands, worried that I would hurt myself unknowingly, because I found them free of restraint and I could now reach out and embrace Simon, this man, this stranger, who had so effortlessly and completely robbed me of any volition and choice and conquered me through sex so thoroughly that I would have agreed to any act of depravity he asked of me. In that moment it seemed like I had completely lost myself in the throes of passion.
“You are Simon’s good girl, yes?” Simon couldn’t hide the smug note from his voice. He lifted me effortlessly into the air. My weight was supported effortlessly by his arms and his thick rod. My world shrank until the only thing I could perceive was his meat, even now still thrusting in and out of me.
“YES! I’M YOUR GOOD GIRL. LET ME BE YOUR GOOD GIRL. PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR GOOD GIRL! PLEASE! OH GOD I CAN’T! IT’S TOO MUCH! OH FUCK!” I wailed even while I was still coming continuously. Had I really entertained thoughts of standing up to this man?
“You give yourself to me. Yes?” The bastard wanted my unconditional surrender to be on verbal record.
“YES! FUCK I’M YOURS! TAKE ME DADDY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! USE ME AS YOUR FUCK TOY! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK ME INSIDE OUT! OH FUCKING GOD!” I degraded myself in front of this man and my husband. The husband I had vowed to love faithfully and utterly, forsaking all others till death parted us. But I barely felt a twinge of guilt, so far had I sunk. My pussy and womb had fully surrendered by this time and Simon was able to slam his groin into my pubic bone, burying himself fully into my uterus with each thrust. This was not lovemaking. We were rutting like animals.
Seeing that I had fully given myself over and would offer no further resistance, Simon picked up the pace even more. His goal was obviously to reach his own climax, ejaculate into my battered womb and cement his possession of my body. His pelvis was like a battering ram. I was for sure going to have bruises after this.
The abuse went on for an eternity. I was left a drooling mess within the first 10 minutes. Random shudders pulsed through my body. Neurons misfiring like flares shot from a sinking ship. I was literally putty in Simon’s hands. I barely registered as midway through our violent coupling, he physically rotated my body on top of his cock and lay me back down on the massage table face down.
All throughout he never stopped thrusting. Stroke after stroke he kept hammering himself into my poor abused hole. I was sure that he had completely ruined my love-hole with his monster tool. In this latest position I could feel his ball sack smack my clitoris with every thrust. The angle of attack allowed him to fully grind his groin into my ass, penetrating me even deeper, though by this time it hardly seemed to matter. I could feel myself passing out, I was only human after all and this man could have outfucked a gorilla.
The bastard knew somehow that I would soon slip away from him and clearly he wanted me alert and aware for his final triumph. I felt his hand reach between my legs, coating his palm with the juices flowing liberally down my legs. Next thing I knew something hard and knob-like rubbed a few circles around my anal sphincter. I sensed the assault that was coming but before I could clench my butthole to deny it entry, Simon’s thumb, itself a good 10cm or more long, forced itself deep into my rectum.
I SCREAMED. This was simply too much violation! Tears sprang from my eyes. My body clenched itself painfully, front and back around both invaders. No more! I could not take any more!
This must have been what Simon intended. A final humiliation and goad to his ego. I felt his rod stiffen even harder, painfully rigid and I knew what was coming. I felt them, mini explosions deep in my womb. Hot balls of fire hitting the back of my uterus. I came one final time. Screaming out in pleasure or agony, I don’t really know which. Simon ejaculated in me, his cum spraying out in a massive flood like water from a fire hose. His large balls must have held a torrent of pent up sperm and rage and it spilled out of me in spurt after spurt and ran down both legs in a milky and frothy river.
“AAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” I screamed out my full and final capitulation.
“Good girl.” I heard, one final time, before my world dissolved into nothingness.
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Originally Posted by
Nitrolicious
Wow! But cannot guess what will be next from here…
Please continue!
Thanks bro for the consistent support and feedback.
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CHAPTER 13
[Amy’s perspective]
I don’t know how long I lay there in a pool of our combined fluids. At some point later I felt myself lifted up, wrapped in a large towel and carried naked to the shower. Tender hands held me up and gently washed away juice and semen that had dried and crusted over the lower half of my body.
Warm water flushed away all the evidence of my misdeeds, but did little to wash away my guilt and my shame. Sensing perhaps that I was still too raw for direct contact to my privates, the hands never intruded below my navel, letting water be the only point of contact to my groin. I was grateful for the kindness, because now that pleasure had abandoned me, pain indeed became my whole world. I looked down at my pussy region, half expecting to see a massive gaping hole. Why did my vagina look so normal? Yes the lips were red and puffy, like how I would expect the mouth of a harlot to be, but little other evidence showed of the massive abuse it had just taken. I wept. I don’t know why.
I was enfolded in a warm hug. David. Always faithful David. My rock and my emotional anchor. He had not abandoned me. Now he cradled my head against his chest and made soothing sounds against my damp hair.
With David’s comforting arms around me, I slowly pieced together my fractured psyche. The pain in my groin, while initially throbbing also faded slowly into a dull ache. I was still sore, make no mistake, but my body no longer felt like an exposed raw nerve.
The combination of warm soothing water flowing from the rain shower faucet and David’s gentle ministrations restored me to back to a semblance of myself. I belatedly realised that David had carried me into the shower while he was still fully clothed. His t-shirt and shorts were fully plastered to his wet skin. But he didn’t seem to mind, all his attention was on me. After the bulk of the conjugal fluids had been washed away, he turned off the shower water, pumped a handful of body foam and started to lather me up, beginning with my shoulders, back and arms, working his way down one leg first then the other. Sensing that I still might not be ready for my direct contact, he deliberately avoided my sex. All that remained after he had finished both my legs and feet was my front, stomach and chest area.
With tender caution, his soapy hands worked their way over my waist and belly, before gliding upwards to my breasts. I expected them to be as sore as my bruised vagina, but instead they seemed to welcome his hands. A shiver ran through me, not from cold, but desire, the kind that raised goosebumps across my flesh.
David’s hands paused, as though worried that he had hurt me. To reassure him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down for a deep kiss.
“I’m okay.” I whispered, in between kisses. “Hold me.” I pleaded.
We stood there, shower forgotten, kissing as though to make up for a long absence. Not an absence of time, though I suppose there was a bit of that since it had been a while since I had truly committed myself to a long make out session with David, but an absence of desire to connect. Like all married couples, David and I had allowed our work, all children and our habits to dominate our attention. But for those few minutes, I abandoned all other concerns and communicated solely through my kisses.
I remembered our early courtship, when we were still naive and young. Exploring our respective first relationships. Everything then was novel. Everything was cute, even the silly little things that boyfriends and girlfriends did for each other. David serenading me with love songs and doing little craft projects. Me, writing love notes and making small drawings professing my love.
Old memories… good memories… treasured memories… I realised that I was still very much in love with David.
“I love you.” I said, looking deep into his eyes. Putting every ounce of feeling and sincerity into my words. Hoping and praying that he would recognise the truth of my words.
“I love you.” I repeated, voice thick with emotion and with growing desire. I yanked at the hem of his shirt, heavy and clumsy with the weight of the water that had soaked into it. I wanted to remove all physical separation between our bodies.
David sensed my intention. He pulled the wet t-shirt over his head, which left me free to fumble with his shorts. They were not like Simon’s drawstring shorts (now why was I thinking of that man, I scolded myself internally), but still I managed the buttons and the zipper.
With those obstacles out of the way, I yanked his shorts and briefs off in one motion, sinking to my knees. Before David could protest or even react, I wrapped my mouth around his manhood and commenced sucking like my life depended on it.
And maybe a part of me felt like somehow it did.
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Originally Posted by
Nitrolicious
Guilt sex next in the bathroom?
there is quite a bit more adventure to go. we aren’t even halfway through the story yet.
stay tuned!
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Originally Posted by
viper
Well written story. Very exciting and intense
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CHAPTER 14
[Amy’s perspective]
On my knees, I blew my husband in an act of contrition and penance. I did it to acknowledge how grievously I had overlooked his sexual needs and desires over the years and how selfishly I had always pursued my own pleasure and sexual gratification. As I licked and sucked, my tears continued to fall, salting his penis, mixing with his pre-cum and my saliva. I made his groin my singular focus, worshipping glans and shaft and balls with lips, tongue and gentle stroking fingers.
David’s fingers ran through my hair, grasping the back of my head. His hips thrust towards my face and I did my best to take him in as far as I could manage. Gagging slightly as the head of his penis invaded the very back of my throat. But there was no hesitation in me and I welcomed this evidence of my desire for punishment.
“Oh fuck” I heard him whisper, prayerfully. I had never attempted a deep throat of his cock and the entire experience must have been new to him.
I moaned and continued my efforts to take David in even further. The vibrations of my moans must have been communicated to David’s sensitive cock-head as I felt his grip on my head tighten and the meat in my grow suddenly rigid and hard.
I knew what that meant and I braced myself to take the full load of his balls, another act that I had never done before, always afraid of how I imagined semen to taste.
His cock in my mouth throbbed once, twice and then a warm salty thick fluid flooded my mouth. I had no time to register the flavour profile as I instinctively started swallowing as fast as I could. The convulsions of my throat as I swallowed his semen served to further milk more pearly drops of semen from his penis, aided by my hand which was gently massaging his scrotum, further encouraging David to completely empty himself and any residual frustrations in me.
I gave one last suck of his manhood, and released his penis with a popping sound. I sat down in happy satisfaction that I had given my husband pleasure. David bent down and pulled me up and into a tight embrace. He kissed me roughly, desire and need evident, completely ignoring the fact that I must still have had some taste of his man-juice in my mouth.
“I love you.” He said. “I always will”. Which to me meant that I had earned his forgiveness. But all further thoughts fell away as he carried me in his arms in the classic “carry the bride across the threshold” manner. And indeed I felt like a newly married bride as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.
He covered me, still naked, with the comforter and spooned against my back, one arm protectively around me, cupping my breast. Enveloped in David’s protective embrace, I resolved henceforth that I would be a model wife to my man.
With that, all the events of that evening finally caught up with me and I fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
I didn’t even notice when David slid out of the bedsheets, grabbed his phone, tip-toed furtively to the bathroom and started to message someone.
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[Author’s note: I’ve already written the next parts but I wonder what the readers’ thoughts are regarding what is coming next? Have I sprinkled enough clues? Stay tuned as the action expands.]
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Originally Posted by
stanleyxinu
Fascinating story here.
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CHAPTER 15.
[David’s perspective]
I was still tingling with unspent desire as the memory of the night’s action kept replaying in my mind – Amy’s vagina invaded by a stranger’s cock and her violent climax at the assault. Now Amy lay in my arms, completely exhausted. Her face looked completely at peace, as though she had surrendered every care and worry along with any sexual inhibitions she carried before tonight. She actually started to snore a little! It was adorable.
I carefully extracted my body from our embrace and tip-toed out of the bedroom at our Airbnb villa, grabbing my phone along the way from off the nightstand.
“She’s asleep.” I texted Simon’s number. “I don’t think she’s going to wake anytime soon. I can’t believe how many times you made her cum.”
Simon’s reply came back quickly. “Good. Let her sleep. She will need her strength for tomorrow.”
“So we are proceeding as we discussed?” I confirmed.
“Yes.” One word, pregnant with possibilities.
I thought back to how this all started…
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