Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
His eyes are fixed on my tits, my nipples hard and on display.
“Enough,” he says, and pats the bed to his side.
I finish up my glass of wine before I join him, crawling up on all fours. I love the sensation of the wine hitting my belly. My nerves are fluttering to a different tune already. User 1982’s husband is hotter now, up close. He’s rough as he wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his. He smells good, a hint of musk that I’m glad of. Musk and red wine, a potent mix for a pounding – or a slapping.
“You’re quite a stunner, aren’t you? My wife said I’d like you. She usually goes for girls she knows I won’t like, but this time she said she’d make an exception. Happy Christmas to me.”
“You like goth girls with big tits, do you?”
“How about I show you?”
I expected some intimacy while playacting an affair with someone’s husband, but I jump slightly as he lands his lips on mine. I remember my role and kiss him back with fervour, making sure I smear red lipstick all over his mouth. He lets go of my neck when we’re full on in the groove, and pushes me backwards, tugging my lacy thong to the side.
This guy doesn’t warm me up. He doesn’t work my clit, or tease my slit. He does nothing but force three thick fingers right the way inside me, ploughing them in like he’s on a mission. It doesn’t stop me bucking my hips and taking it, though. If anything… I want more. I want to be used like his filthy side bitch tonight.
“I like it rough,” he says. “So does my wife. Only she likes to be the one watching it.”
Weirdly, he’s growing hotter by the second…
“You’d better show me how you like it before she gets here then, hadn’t you?” I say. “I’m yours to play with, after all.”
He uses his lipstick smeared mouth on my tits, and he’s not gentle. His sucking is brutal, his teeth clamping and sucking into vicious love bites, but I don’t give a fuck. I love this kind of play. I realise I’d been picturing the hen-pecked husband caught out – meek and apologetic to his wife – not a beast who wants to use me for his own filthy, rough pleasure.
That’s always the risk of assumptions though, isn’t it?
There’s no warmup for his girthy cock once he drops his pants around his thighs. No. He slams straight inside me. He’s deep enough that it hurts, sore, but I encourage him, getting into character. He doesn’t give two fucks about me, that’s clear, but I have to pretend to give a lot of fucks about him tonight. And I will…
“You’re so fucking hot,” I tell him, “I’ve been desperate for this. Desperate.”
That spurs him on, still sucking at my tits as he fucks my pussy, and I imagine just how rough he’s going to be with my ass. I know it’s going to hurt.
I smile to myself as he swirls a tongue around my used tits and shoves his fat cock deep.
I want to mean nothing. I want filthy rough sex, and the pain of the forbidden. I want to be called a nasty, cheating bitch – not fed chicken casserole.
“Come on, lover,” I say to mystery man. “Fuck me harder. Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Yes!” he yells and thrusts in and out.
“More!” I tell him. “Harder!”
He pulls out, eyes hooded, dripping with lust.
“You’re as dirty as the reviews say. Viv read them to me when she was booking you. She wouldn’t let me see your pictures, though.”
“Yeah, I’m as dirty as the reviews say. Dirtier, actually. Why don’t you try me out?”
“Too fucking right I will,” he says.
I want him as much in character as can be when his wife walks in. I want him genuinely caught up, ravenous, consumed when she walks through the door and sees him fucking a stranger.
He raises my legs, still in my stockings and stilettos, and pins them right back against the headboard. I take hold of my thighs, ensuring my tits are trapped between them. The guy is salivating, gripping his cock. He pulls my thong over to the side, and he can see my ass and pussy on full display, there for his taking.
“Gotta save this one for later before I slam my dick in,” he tells me and forces two rough fingers into my asshole. “Viv will want to see that.”
He keeps using his fingers as he positions himself like a fucking piledriver, ready to push his cock back inside my pussy.
“You want it?” he asks me, and I look up at him.
“Want it? That’s an understatement. I can’t do without it.” I grit my teeth as he slams me. I keep my legs held right back, telling him he’s so good, and it works like a dream as he sinks balls deep, his fingers still hurting my ass as he goes.