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My husband read the stories I wrote. I think that is where he got the idea. If not there then maybe he has a twisted sense of what would be hot like I do. Either way this is a favorite of mine.

I had a long day at work, which was ordinary but the constant sexy texts from my husband made it seem even longer. My pussy was aching for relief but I know better than to discover my own relief. I pulled up to the house and it was darker than ordinary, but I was to distracted to think about it much. I opened the door and tried the switch but nothing happened.

My husband’s car was not outside so I was on my own. I made my way through the house trying to get to the breaker box to see if the breakers were tripped. Just as I entered the family room, I was grabbed, a hand over my mouth a hard arm pinning my arms at my side. I gasped in surprise and fear my senses going into high gear. I think it was the smell that calmed me. I recognized the cologne that my husband’s best friend Mitch wears always.

“Keep quiet or I will have to hurt you. You understand, slut.”

I nodded quickly still quite startled. He lowered his hand from my mouth to the front of my blouse gripping my massive tit in his hand. He tore open my blouse and I gasped. He moved me forward until I was pressed to the side of the sofa. He pinned me there while he used my shirt to bind my hands behind my back. He pushed my torso over the arm of the couch and went to work on removing my skirt. He stripped it down my legs and when he had it free he threw it across the room.

He used my hair to pull me up then dragged me to the center of the room where he left me standing while he pulled out his phone and started snapping photos. The bright flash was disorienting in the dark room, but I stood there cowering, trying not to preen. He stepped forward and roughly pulled my breast until they were out of my bra cups but still suspended on the fabric. It made me seem even sluttier. More pictures.

“Turn around.” I did as instructed, “Bend over.” Again I complied. “Spread your legs, that’s it show me that body slut.” I felt his fingers wrap around the fabric of my thong moving the fabric to the side. More pictures. Then he pulled my arm so I would stand up then he pushed me to my knees. Then he shuffled and my mouth was filled with (let me just be honest) delicious cock meat. More pictures. His other hand went to my hair to hold me as he roughly face fucked me. His cock was driving into my throat causing my eyes to water and my nose to run as my body tried to lube the way for the invasion. Always he is clicking photos. Frame by frame documenting my ruined make up, and my moaning delight. As soon as he feels the moan of desire he begins to spurt, then he pulls back and begins to shoot cum on my face. More pictures.

He pulls me up and walks me back to the couch. He arranges me so one knee is in the deepest part of the couch and one foot is on the floor in front, my belly is against the arm and he pushes me over so my head is hanging. Then he pulls my panties as far down as my legs will allow. He grabs my pussy roughly gripping it in his hand before he drags his hand through the lips and finds the dripping wet hole and fills it with his blunt fingers. 2 fat fingers slide easily through the sodden flesh to seat deep inside of me. He starts panting and his fingers are stretching me and I am moaning.

“Please.” I beg.

“What do you want?” He growls.

“Please, fuck me.” I pant. It has been all day, I need relief. I am not to proud to beg.

“No. You will have to do better than that.”

“Please, fuck me with that big cock, jam it hard and deep in that Slut hole. Please, I need to feel that dick split me open.”

“That’s better.” He lines up behind me and slams his heavy cock deep into my aching pussy. I can feel him slamming into my cervix with bruising force and it is driving me higher. He reaches around me to hold each of my tits in each of his hands as he uses them to control my movements. I am lost I can do nothing, he is in total control and I slip away into that space where I am only feeling. His cock is taking me and I can not stop it or change it so I release my control and let his rough fucking carry me to bliss. He felt my body cum and he releases one breast and grabs my hair pulling me back so that he can whisper menacingly in my ear. “Greedy whore, I never said you could cum. Because you did you are going to have to keep fucking cumming until I tell you to stop.”

I could only groan as he became primal, fucking me rough and hard, forcing my body to take all he had to give. Being multi-orgasmic came in very handy because I could do exactly as he said. I kept cumming. My body convulsing and squirting ruining my couch…I cared not at all. My greedy body just wanted more. He gave me more, when I felt like I might break with one more orgasm, he grunted and his stroke stuttered and he pressed deep filling my pussy with his cream. He lowered me to the arm of the couch and he slumped back on the couch. Sudden flashes of light told me he was taking more photos. There was a whooshing sound of a text being sent. 30 seconds later the lights were one and my husband was rushing into the room. His tongue was lapping at my pussy as I lay there tied and pliant.

NSFW: yes

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