Broken
After her 4p, my wife had barely slept when Ivan’s text came in.
Ivan: Next client at 3 pm. Wear the black cheongsam in the wardrobe. No bra, no panties. Take pictures show me when you ready.
Jane groaned but obeyed. She showered quickly, still sore from the three hard cocks earlier, but the thought of another large cock already made her wet again. She slipped into the tight dark grey, halter neck cheongsam Ivan had bought. The fabric hugged her curves, slit all the way up to her hip. Short, exposing her ass if she so much as bent down a little. It made her look like a traditional Chinese wife, but the way it clung to her breasts and the bare ass screamed something else.
Ivan, continued his message: This one is special. European guy, big spender. He will love to fuck a married Chinese woman in cheongsum
The door bell rang. Jane opened the door, hiding behind a little.
Ivan introduced them quickly: Jane, this is Mr. Karl.
Small talk followed, Karl asked about Singapore weather, how long she had been married. Jane answered politely, smiling, playing the good girl. Ivan patted her ass and left, saying he would be back in 5 hours. The door clicked shut. Karl’s eyes changed instantly.
He stepped close, towering over her. Without warning, he grabbed her waist with both huge hands and pulled her against his chest. His palms roamed rough over the cheongsam, squeezing her breasts hard through the thin fabric, thumbs pressing her nipples until she winced. Jane allowed it all, tilting her head back, letting him fondle her like property. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading, pinching, twisting. She moaned softly, her body already surrendering.
Karl took off his clothes hurriedly. His cock was enormous, the biggest she had ever seen. It strained against his boxers, thick as her wrist, long and heavy. When he pulled down the boxers, it sprang out, rock hard, veins bulging, the head purple and throbbing. Jane stared, a mix of fear and lust flooding her. Karl smirked and pulled her into a rough french kiss, his tongue invaded her mouth.
While he kissed her, his hands never left her breasts. He squeezed them tight, lifting them, mashing them together, pinching the nipples through the cheongsam until they ached. Jane allowed him to violate her mouth completely, she opened wide, letting his tongue fuck her throat, sucking on it, and moaning into the kiss. His grip on her tits was brutal, twisting, pulling, but she kept kissing back.
He broke the kiss only to push her down onto her knees. Jane didn’t resist. She opened her mouth obediently as Karl grabbed the back of her head and shoved his massive cock between her lips. The head alone stretched her mouth wide. She tried to take him. Her lips stretched thin, and her tongue worked the underside.
She sucked him with everything she had. First she licked the head in slow circles, tasting the salty precum, then took the first few inches, bobbing gently, her cheeks hollowing. Her hands stroked the thick shaft she couldn’t fit, twisting up and down while her mouth worked the head. Karl groaned, hips moving slightly.
She wanted to please him, so she tried to deepthroat. She relaxed her throat, pushed forward, taking more and more until the huge head hit the back of her throat. Her eyes watered. She gagged hard, but kept going, forcing another inch. Saliva poured down her chin. Karl was pleased at her obedience. He grabbed her hair at the back of her head with one large hand and her neck with the other, aligning her throat with his solid, hard cock. He pushed another inch, a full 8 inches of his cock down her throat, with probably another one inch left.
Suddenly her stomach heaved. My wife retched loudly and pulled off gasping, but it was too late, she threw up a little on the floor, a small mess of saliva and cum. Karl looked down at her.
Karl: Pathetic. You married Chinese sluts always think you can handle real cock.
He grabbed her hair and forced his cock back into her mouth, fucking her face roughly, ignoring the pool of saliva and cum on the floor.
He used her mouth like a toy for long minutes, thrusting deep, making her gag again and again. Jane took it all, tears running down her cheeks, but her pussy was dripping wet from the degradation.
When he was satisfied, he grabbed her, lifted her easily and threw her onto the sofa on all fours. He yanked the short cheongsam up over her ass easily and from behind, slammed his enormous cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Jane screamed. He was so deep, the head slamming straight into her womb with every stroke. She had never been fucked this deep before. Each thrust felt like a punch inside her, stretching her cervix and bruising her insides.
Jane cried out with every slam, but the pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t stop cumming. Her body shook, pussy clenching around the massive shaft. She felt completely owned, completely ruined. The thought of me at home made it worse. And hotter. She pushed back, wanting more, even as her tears fell.
Karl kept pounding without mercy, one hand gripping her hip so hard it left marks, the other reaching under to slap her clit with every thrust. Jane’s mind was breaking. This was the deepest anyone had ever been, his cockhead battering her womb like a hammer. She thought of me, small and gentle, and the contrast made her cum again, harder, sobbing into the cushion.
Jane: You’re ruining my pussy for my hubby… he’ll never feel me again …
Karl laughed: That’s the point, slut. Your husband’s tiny dick will feel like nothing after this.
He slammed in even harder, grinding the head against her cervix, making her scream in pain and ecstasy. Jane’s emotions tore her apart. Shame flooding her because she knew he was right, lust winning because the brutality felt so good. She came a third time, squirting around his cock, her body betraying every vow she had ever made to me.
Without rest, Karl flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders and plunged in again. The angle was even deeper. His cock felt like a warm iron rod impaling her, the head battering her womb directly. Jane’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. She was powerless against his strength. He held her legs locked, pushing down on her with his body weight and his hips hammering down without mercy. Loud piak piak piak sounds filled the room without stopping a beat.
Jane’s pussy ached, sore and bruised, but he kept going, relentless. Her hands gripped the sofa cushions, her body jolted with every thrust. She felt broken, split open, but the orgasms kept coming, one after another, her pussy squirting around his cock. She was just a hole for him now, and she loved it.
Karl’s weight pressed her down, his huge body folding her in half, cock driving straight into her core with every brutal stroke. Jane felt every vein, every ridge, the head punching her womb so deep she thought it would bruise her insides. Tears streamed down her face, but her hips lifted to meet him, craving the destruction.
Jane cried out between moans: You’re breaking me… my husband can never satisfy me again…
Karl: Good. I want your pussy ruined for that pathetic man.
Jane’s heart shattered and burned at the same time. The words cut deep, but they made her cum violently. Her body was convulsing, and her pussy was milking his massive cock. She hated herself for loving it, for needing this level of abuse, for knowing I could never give her what this stranger was taking.
Karl didn’t slow down, his thrusts turning savage, slamming so hard the sofa creaked. Jane’s womb throbbed with pain, but the pleasure was worse. It made her feel alive in the filthiest way.
Jane whispered: I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… but fuck me harder… break me…
Another orgasm then ripped through her, leaving her sobbing and shaking, completely at his mercy.
Karl grabbed her up like she weighed nothing and threw her onto the bed, the cheongsam still on, crumpled around her waist. He stood over her, stroking his glistening cock.
Karl: I love married Chinese women in cheongsam. So traditional, so obedient on the outside… but filthy and lustful when I fuck them with my big white cock.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed, legs spread wide in a V, and pounded her missionary again, hands pinning her wrists above her head. Jane cried out with every thrust, the angle letting his cock slam deep into her sore pussy. Karl groaned in pleasure and slammed harder, grinding against her cervix, forcing another orgasm out of her while she sobbed.
He kept her wrists trapped, using his weight to drive deeper, his balls slapping her ass with every brutal stroke. Jane’s emotions were a story. Guilt tearing at her heart because she knew she was destroying our marriage, lust burning because she felt truly fucked. She came again, body arching and tears flowing freely.
Then he stood up and lifted her off the bed completely, holding her in the air while he fucked her standing. Jane’s legs wrapped around his waist, cheongsam riding up and her body impaled on his cock. She felt weightless and helpless, bouncing on his massive shaft as gravity helped him go even deeper. Her thoughts raced to me, how I would never be strong enough to hold her like this. Shame and arousal mixed until she couldn’t tell them apart.
Jane: Fuck me like a sex toy… break me… Harder!!…
Karl’s hands gripped her ass cheeks hard, spreading them as he thrust up into her. Jane’s breasts bounced violently inside the cheongsam, her nipples rubbing the fabric raw. She came twice in quick succession, squirting down his legs, crying out. Her powerlessness made her orgasm even stronger.
Karl let her down and then bent her over the dressing table, mirror right in front so she could watch herself getting destroyed. He slammed into her from behind, one hand choking her lightly, the other squeezing her tits hard. Jane stared at her reflection. Tears running, lips swollen, cheongsam ripped open, looking like a cheap whore. The sight broke something inside her.
Jane: Fuck me harder!! Use me until I break!
She whispered to herself, the humiliation pushing her over the edge again.
Karl pulled her hair up to make her watch, thrusting so deep she felt him in her stomach. His dirty words poured into her ear.
Karl: Your husband will never fuck you again after I’m done. This pussy is mine now.
Jane sobbed and came at the same time, her body shaking violently in the mirror. She hated how much she loved it, how the degradation made her cum harder than I ever could.
After fucking her from behind for a good 20 minutes, Karl laid on the bed and made her ride him reverse cowgirl, but this time he pulled her down hard onto his cock, forcing it into her ass without warning. Jane screamed as the huge head breached her, the stretch burning worse than anything before. But Karl’s grip was tight. He held her hips and slammed her down until the entire length disappeared inside her ass. She felt split in two, her ring stretched impossibly wide around his thickness.
Karl’s hands reached around and tore open the top of her cheongsam with one violent rip, the neck button flew out. Her breasts spilled out, red and bruised. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching and twisting the sore nipples while bouncing her on his cock. Jane’s thoughts were pure chaos. How traditional the cheongsam had looked when she put it on, now ripped and defiled, just like her marriage. She cried out as her ass was violated brutally.
Karl abused her breasts without mercy, slapping them, pulling the nipples long, digging his fingers in while his cock wrecked her ass. Jane’s orgasms came nonstop, each one stronger, her ass clenching around the massive shaft. She felt completely broken, completely owned. She sobbed, the pain and pleasure blending until she couldn’t think straight.
Karl kept bouncing her harder, his grip bruising her hips, cock slamming deep into her guts with every drop. Jane’s breasts were red and swollen from his abuse, nipples raw and throbbing, but she pushed them into his hands, craving more. The mirror over the dressing table showed everything. Her ripped cheongsam, her body impaled on his cock, tears streaming down her face. She came again, screaming.
Karl finally roared and came deep in her ass, flooding her with hot cum. Jane collapsed forward, body trembling, ass still twitching around him. She felt utterly destroyed. Her holes were ruined, her womb bruised, breasts red, and her mind shattered. The cheongsam hung in tatters around her waist.
Jane thought Karl was finally done when he roared and flooded her ass with his hot cum, but she was wrong. He stayed buried deep inside her, his massive cock still twitching, and gripped her hips tighter. The torn cheongsam hung in rags around her waist, her breasts hanging out red and bruised, nipples raw from his abuse. Jane was panting, body trembling, ass clenching around him as the last spurts filled her. She thought it was over. She was so wrong.
Karl pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with cum and her juices. He looked down at her with cold eyes.
Karl: I’m not finished with you yet, slut. Your husband’s little wife is going to learn what real ruin feels like.
He flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, ripped the rest of the cheongsam open completely so it lay under her like a ruined flag of her marriage. Jane’s legs fell open automatically, her pussy and ass both gaping, leaking his cum. She felt exposed, broken, but her body still ached for more.
He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders, folding her in half. His huge cock, still rock hard, slammed back into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Jane screamed. The angle was even deeper than before, the head battering her womb directly. Karl started pounding without mercy, hips slamming down, balls slapping her ass. Each thrust felt like a fist inside her, stretching her cervix, bruising her deepest insides. He kept hammering, sweat dripping from his chest onto her tits, his weight crushing her.
He didn’t stop when she came the second time. Instead he reached down and shoved two thick fingers into her ass alongside his cock in her pussy. Jane’s eyes widened, the stretch was insane.
Jane: Too much… please…
She begged, but her hips lifted to take it. Karl twisted his fingers, stretching her ass while his cock wrecked her pussy. She came again, squirting around him, tears streaming down her face.
Karl pulled out of her pussy suddenly and forced his cock straight into her mouth, pussy-to-mouth, making her taste herself and his cum mixed together. Jane gagged but sucked obediently, tongue swirling, cleaning him like a good whore. While she sucked, he shoved three whole fingers into her ass. The pain was blinding, but she came instantly, moaning around his cock, her body convulsing.
He finger-fucked her ass hard while face-fucking her mouth, his arm sliding in and out, stretching her anal walls wide. Jane’s thoughts were pure chaos. She was no longer a wife, just a sex toy for this monster. The guilt burned hotter than the pain, but the orgasms kept coming, one after another, until she lost count. Karl pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and made her lick them clean, forcing her to taste her own ass .
Next he dragged her to the floor, bent her over the edge of the bed and entered her ass again from behind, but this time he pushed his cock and three fingers into her pussy at the same time. Jane screamed into the mattress, the double stretch tearing her apart. Karl pounded both holes mercilessly, his free hand slapping her butt and face.
Karl: Tell me your husband is useless.
Jane sobbed: He’s useless… his cock is nothing… you are so much better!
He kept going for what felt like hours, switching holes, using her like a rag doll. His thrusts were relentless and brutal, fucking her from behind and pushed her ass down into the mattress without missing a beat. He continued pumping her even as she laid flat, face down, on the mattress.
He the made her ride him while he choked her, then flipped her down and fucked her throat. Every time she thought she couldn’t take more, he pushed deeper, harder and meaner. Jane came so many times her voice went hoarse, her body shaking uncontrollably, pussy and ass gaping wide and leaking.
At one point he stood her up against the wall, lifted one leg and fucked her standing while spitting in her mouth while slapping her clit. Jane’s legs gave out but he held her up, using her without a care.
Karl: You’re nothing but a cum toilet now.
Jane cried and came again: Yes… I’m your toilet… my husband doesn’t deserve me anymore…
Finally, when even he was exhausted, Karl threw her onto the floor one last time. She knelt obediently, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. He jerked his cock over her face and tits, covering her mouth and tongue in thick ropes of cum. Without waiting for her to swallow, he plunged his cock deep into her throat again, pushing down his cum into her and face fucked her again. He came another round, this time deep into her throat.
Jane lay on the floor, feeling degraded. Her cheongsam in shreds, body covered in bruises, handprints, bite marks, her torn dress and left the room without another word. Jane stayed on the floor for a long time, trembling, feeling the full weight of what she had just let happen. She had never been used so brutally, never been broken so completely. And the worst part, the most tragic part, was how much she had loved every second of it.
