Story 29 #8
“That’s enough for you,” Dicky smiled, removing his cock from Tab’s mouth. “Good girl. Now stick it back in.”
He was, of course, referring to Rachel’s pussy.
To which Tabitha responded, as one might imagine, she lined up her husband’s dick and watched him fuck another woman – over and over, again and again.
The thick, meaty thing jammed inside that delightful hole.
Coming out wetter and wetter each time he withdrew.
Only for the sex-crazed shaft to be inserted deeper and deeper.
To help the process, Dicky’s hands clutched at Rachel’s hips…
Not allowing her to move or pull away. No way to escape his rough rammings.
Driving his cock in with every ounce of strength he possessed, farther than she could take it. Yet, somehow, she took it all the same.
“You like that, cunt?” Dicky grimaced. “You like that cunt being filled up?”
He slapped the woman’s ass with a powerful blow, shaking her booty meat in grave waves of arousal. The way it made Tabitha’s eyes pop from her head… How she was even conscious, nobody would ever know.
The young wife simply looked on, rubbing her vagina, watching her husband skewer another gorgeous woman… Yes, over and over.
Seeing the delight written upon his face. The sheer joy exploding from every part of his body – except for the one hole that currently mattered most.
A position Tabitha had only dreamed of, quite literally dreamed of, but only in fantasy, or in person with Dicky and a porn clip.
And yet here she was. In real life. Real time.
Witnessing her husband's thick, beefy cock stretching out another woman's pussy.
However, the weirdo sitting beside her while jerking off, and breathing heavily, wasn't usually part of the fantasy.
So, she did her best to set that little detail aside for the moment.
Instead, she permitted the energy of the room to overtake her senses.
The sounds, the smells, the visuals… The heavenly blissful life of a newly crowned cuckquean – as she continued smothering her pleasure button with a greedy hand.
“Ohh fuck, I'm so close to coming! I'm so close to coming!” The owner blurted it out.
“Don't you fucking think about it!” Rachel screamed, pointing a finger in his direction.
“Don't you fucking goddamn even think about it… So help me god, I will rip your shrimp-dick off and feed it through the garbage disposal, so help me, god! If so much as one drop of liquid emerges from your little dickhole!”
The owner’s hands immediately withdrew from his quivering lovepole with great haste.
During this episode, Dicky noticed the familiar, unmistakable sign of an impending jizz shot.
He knew, much as the owner himself did, that even the slightest of touches…
the faintest of hints… Heck, even the dullest gust of wind lazily blowing through the room would be enough to cause a full-on, unstoppable orgasmic eruption.
With no chance of saving the orgasm. And so, the owner did the smart thing and kept his hands well away from that hungry, desperate willy.
“That’s a good dumbass,” Rachel nodded. “You fucking wait there until I give you permission – same as always. I swear to god… if he messes this up for me, he’s getting the whip paddle.”
“Whip paddle!” Tabitha squealed, as if she had been spanked on the ass herself by the intimidatingly named object.
“That’s for another time,” the hotwife winked. “Now, let me get back to enjoying your husband’s perfect cock. Oooh, so deep!”
Then that smile spread from ear to ear.
“You can take it,” Dicky encouraged the hotwife, before chiding her with a slap on the ass, which sent another ripple of pleasure across both Rachel and Tabitha.
Following this action, Dicky let loose with a series of forceful, hard poundings – so deep and so satisfying, that the world had never yet before witnessed such impressive strokes.
He withdrew until perhaps half an inch of his dick remained inside the woman, only to then ram his hips forward as roughly as he could muster…
until his pubic bone and lower abdomen slammed into Rachel’s body.
“Uuuugh!” She groaned, feeling the force of the stranger’s efforts launching her head forward. Her pretty face slid across the cushions, being shoved down into the material, taking away her ability to breathe.
“Right there, bitch!” Dicky howled. “Right there! Take it… Take it, slut!” He instructed her as nicely as he could.
Though, in truth, he may have been speaking more to himself. Either way, everyone else in the room seemed to love it. So, he kept at it. Being the wonderful performer Tabitha knew he’d be… shoving his shaft into the married woman. Causing gushes of her own naughty fluids to squirt out on all sides.
“Oh, fuck! Holy fuck!” Dicky and his wife said in unison.
“That’s intense!” Rachel replied.
And, indeed it was. For the sloshing sound of their sexual efforts reached an all-time high as that thick member penetrated Rachel’s nether region time and time again.
Oh my, the way she cried out… At times, wishing the man would stop or lighten up, and at other times begging him to go even harder, even deeper.
One of those. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain – her absolute favorite.
As luck would have it, it was precisely this moment that Tabitha could be heard muttering, mumbling, some sort of request. So quietly, so hushedly she said it over and over. Again and again.
Flip her over. Flip her over. Flip her over…
Tabitha could be heard praying.
Dicky grunted, coming to a stop where he peered down at his wife. “You want to see this bitch on her back?”
“Hey!” Rachel shouted in protest. Apparently disturbed by the term or the suggestion.
“Shut your fucking whore mouth,” Dicky slapped her across the cheek, while putting another hand on her throat.
“Oh, baby!” Rachel responded with a noticeable delight, looking up at him while a lusty gaze took hold of her face. “Show everyone my holes! Put all that baby-making juice inside of me! Cream me up live an old-fashioned glaze donut! Stick it in and make sure it hurts!”
Well, you probably get the idea by now. She wanted to be FUCKED hard.
That much was certain. But also, Rachel didn’t like appearing too easy.
Most women don’t and there was no exception here.
So, what did she do? Well, Rachel refused to move.
She simply declined the goading efforts of Dicky.
Meanwhile, the hotwife wished Dicky would take her by force…
flip her over… take control of the bitch and show her a man’s real strength.
Dicky obliged, all too willingly.
He flipped the bitch over and in the same motion pinned her down…
then pushed her legs apart before she had time to moan, groan or bemoan.
Dicky’s shaft drove so far inside of Rachel that she could taste his dick in her mouth!
The kind of domineering fashion you romance readers refer to as ALPHA.
And make no mistake about it, Dicky was giving her the alpha treatment. Every sturdy inch of it!
What a show! Tabitha sat right beside them, her mouth dropping open at the spectacle of this animalistic fucking that her husband was in the process of delivering.
“Oh god, oh god, ow, oh god, ow!” Rachel shrieked and winced and smiled. Her eyes closed once more, as that pretty head tipped backwards, followed by both hands reaching above her head, grabbing at the bed, hoping some form of relief would be found there.
It wasn’t.
“She’s doing so good… You’re doing so good, you look so hot,” Tabitha whispered, running a hand through Rachel’s hair.
Due to the intensity of her husband’s poundings, the good wife felt it necessary to offer a bit of encouragement, some lusty motivation to inspire the hotwife to keep taking Dicky’s dick.
What a cheerleader! Hip-hip-hooraying them onto the desired victory.
“Look at her tight pussy,” Tabitha cooed. “Oh my god, sir, look at her tight pussy all around your cock!”
This put Dicky beside himself with joy. He never imagined something like this was possible.
Never thought his wife could be so sexy.
And strangely, Dicky seemed to enjoy the weirdo watching from off to the side.
At times Dicky would directly address the owner.
Saying things like, “You like when I fuck your wife, huh? You little prick! You like her taking my cock? The way she’s taking it so well… Love it, don’t you? She makes your cock feel so good.”
And then, at this instant, without warning… Tabitha watched Dicky’s cock be withdrawn, while she, once again, felt him grabbing a chunk of her hair.
Tabitha knew a second later why… as Dicky’s cock found itself being shoved into her mouth, still dripping with another woman’s sex juices.
The sweet wife stuck her tongue out, ready for the taking.
This offer was met with gusto. Dicky fully obliged his wife, giving her more than just a taste.
More than just the tip. She sucked it clean from one end to the other like a world-renowned maid service.
Deepthroating Dicky’s cock… spitting, coughing and gagging, but still reaching out for more.
Then, upon request, Tabitha functioned as a good girl once more…
lining her husband’s cock up with the sexy woman’s private parts.
The cuckquean watched patiently, waiting, as Dicky shoved his dick back into the hotwife.
The cuckquean couldn’t help but wish to see it pulled out again soon, even wetter than before.
Just so she could have another taste of that spectacular flavor.
The cuckquean fragrance. Namely that of another woman’s pussy coated all over your husband’s manhood.
If it could be bottled up and sold, Tabitha would’ve bought out the whole store.
Had them on backorder for months. Wrote angry letters, begging to the company to produce them faster.