Submitting to Her(93)

All fight had left her body, and that was something to do with the emergence of his glorious cock, which was so thick and hard, so obscenely naked, she just craved it in any way she could get to it. She would gladly worship it, demean herself for the chance to touch it, sell her soul for the chance to play with it and make it erupt.

He seemed perfectly willing to give her what she wanted. Directing his cock to her mouth, still holding her jaw while pulling her to him, forcing her to open up and take him inside her hot mouth.

"Oh that's good. You're a cheating whore, Zoey. You really think your husband is okay with this?"

His hand moved over her head, to support the back of her cranium as he penetrated her mouth.

"He wants me to be happy, sir," she answered when she got a chance.

She didn't get to speak much after that for a while, as his grip tightened on her head and he was fucking her face vigorously, adoring the power he had over such a pretty girl, the way he could defile her cute face with his abusive organ.

He pulled out of her mouth.

"You like to suck strangers' cocks, Zoey?"

"Yes sir."

She watched him walk around her, and eagerly complied as he fed his cock to her again from her other side. But the joy of servicing his magnificent weapon again was short-lived.

"I'm not sure this should all be such a treat to you," he said, withdrawing from her. "I feel you need to be punished for what you're doing to your husband."

"Yes, sir."

"Bend over, kiss the floor."

She did as he told her, leaned down to kiss the ground like the Pope after stepping off an airplane, ass pointed up in the air along with her bound hands, which ached as they remained locked behind her back. She heard him walk round behind her, and felt so terribly exposed, her pussy and ass directed up where he could see them.

Zoey jumped as she felt his hand touch her pussy again, pressing at her wet flesh, penetrating her overly lubricated hole.

"You're nice and tight, Zoey," he said, giving her a playful slap on her cheek. "I'm surprised - for someone that apparently shaves her pussy when she goes to conferences in the hope of meeting nice young executives afterwards."

"I don't…" she insisted. "This is the first time."

He slapped her ass again, harder this time. "You're not lying to me, are you, Zoey?"

"No, sir. Honestly."

"It doesn't matter to me if you whore it around at conferences - it's only your poor old hubby sitting quietly at home waiting for you who's going to feel sore."

"It was partly his idea," she wailed as another sharp slap struck her.

He stopped, and she felt the heat spreading across her buttocks from the sharp contact, knew her cheeks must have looked all rosy red by now.

"So your husband is happy for you to do anything tonight?"

"He said he wants me to have a good time."

"He say how much of a good time he wants you to have?"

"He said I can do as I like, as long as I come home to him and tell him everything that happened."

"You're going to tell him I put my fingers inside your pussy?"

As he asked her this, she felt his hand snaking back into her pussy, his fingers seeking out the source of her wetness, filling her, making her want something more in there, something bigger. Making her feel so dirty, so wrong.

"Yes sir."

"You'll tell him you sucked my cock?"

"Yes, sir."

"What about fucking you, Zoey? Will you tell him I fucked you? That I put my big dick inside you, stretched your pussy with it?"

He heard her gasp, and apparently enjoyed the anticipation that was thickening the air.

Then, like an athletic fencer, he darted forward, lunging powerfully so that his brutal column stabbed her in the heart of her womanhood, plunging in between her cheeks, his passage eased beautifully by the abundant juices.

"Oh God…" she cried as he filled her, and yelped with each thrust as he fucked her, his strong hands grasping her burning behind as he powered into her.

"Oh, fuck… Oh fuck…" Gasping, moaning, screaming as he pounded her, and she was coming powerfully even before he splashed his hot seed inside her.





*





She told me that he hadn't let her go after he'd come in her pussy like that. He'd tied her up on the bed, so she was lying spread-eagled and completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted.

He'd been hard again not long after completing her bindings, spent a good amount of time examining every inch of her body, subjecting her to torturous teasing as she craved his cock and he delayed his reentrance.

"You enjoyed it?" I asked. "Being with a stranger?"

She looked at me lying in the bed, and now reached for my own hard cock as though to confirm to herself that I was okay with everything she'd just told me.