Used by my husband #4
Luke stripped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto a chair.
He didn't bother undressing completely; he just unbuckled his belt, lowered his trousers, and let his thick, veiny cock spring free into the cool night air.
It was already fully erect, throbbing with a hard, dominant need fueled by the sheer vulnerability of the woman on the bed.
He climbed onto the mattress, his large, heavy frame hovering over her.
He pressed his chest against her back, his sheer weight causing Sheila to let out a soft, unconscious sigh in her sleep, her body sinking deeper into the foam.
He didn't try to wake her up politely. This was a different night.
He wanted to use her while she was completely under his power.
Luke reached down, his large, calloused hands gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them wide apart.
In the dim moonlight, he could see the faint, wet gleam of her pussy lips.
Even in her sleep, her body had prepared for him, remaining slick and ready.
He guided the heavy purple head of his shaft directly against her opening and, using his full body weight, drove himself inside with a single, brutal thrust.
Sheila’s eyes snapped open in the dark, a sharp, choked gasp escaping her throat as her husband’s massive cock filled her to the absolute limit.
Her mind was in a haze, caught between the deep fog of sleep and the sudden, overwhelming sensation of being violently possessed.
Her internal walls immediately clamped down on him, trying to process the thick intrusion.
"Luke..." she whimpered into the pillow, her voice thick and disoriented.
"Shhh," Luke growled into her ear, his hand coming around to firmly grip her throat, not to cut off her air, but to pin her head down and assert total control. "Don't say a fucking word. You're asleep, remember? You're just a horny little hole for me to use after a long day."
He began to fuck her, his pace relentless and heavy. Because she had been fast asleep, her muscles were incredibly warm and relaxed, wrapping around his shaft like a tight, velvet glove. Luke let out a low, animalistic grunt with every deep plunge, his pelvis slamming hard against her fat ass.
Sheila was entirely helpless, trapped beneath his heavy form in the dark.
The sheer eroticism of waking up to her husband relentlessly hammering his cock into her pussy was mind blowing.
She clawed at the bedsheets, her body instantly turning into a melting mess of pure horniness.
Her pussy started to flood with fresh lubrication, making each of his thrusts smoother, deeper, and more punishing.
"You're so fucking wet for me, even in the middle of the night," Luke muttered, his executive demeanor entirely gone, replaced by a raw, primal hunger.
He shifted his grip, sliding his hand down between her thighs to harshly flick and rub her swollen clit while his cock continued to tear into her insides.
"A good little slutty wife, just waiting in the dark to take her master’s cock."
The dual assault was too much for her sleep softened body to handle.
Within minutes of waking up, the intense friction against her cervix and the rough grinding on her clit pushed her straight over the edge.
Sheila let out a loud, high pitched wail into the empty room, her body shuddering violently as a powerful, full body orgasm ripped through her.
Her tight walls clamped down on his cock in a series of frantic, milking spasms.
Her intense climax was the final trigger for Luke.
He delivered three more deep, devastating lunges, burying himself as deep as his anatomy would allow, before letting out a low, guttural roar.
Sheila felt the sudden, scalding heat of his thick cum erupting deep inside her vaginal canal, jetting out in heavy, pulsing waves that filled her to the absolute brink.
He collapsed heavily on top of her, his chest heaving against her back as his heart hammered a frantic rhythm. He stayed inside her for several long, quiet minutes, letting his hard-earned release wash away the corporate stress of the day.
Slowly, he pulled his softening cock out of her with a wet, heavy schlick. Sheila lay there, completely spent, her eyes half-closed as the warm mixture of their juices and his fresh cum began to slowly ooze out of her pussy and pool on her thighs.
Luke pulled himself off her, adjusted his clothes, and walked over to the bathroom to wash up. He didn't offer to help her clean, and he didn't whisper any sweet text.
"Good girl," his voice drifted back from the bathroom door, cool and commanding. "Go back to sleep, Sheila. I might want another round before my 7 AM alarm."
Sheila rolled over onto her side, her sticky thighs rubbing together, a deep smile of utter submission on her face. She closed her eyes, drifting back into a heavy sleep, completely content in her total surrender.
By 7:45 the next morning, the bright, clean light of the suburban sun filled the master bathroom.
The space was a pristine sanctuary of white marble, glass, and polished chrome.
Sheila stood in front of the large mirror, completely naked, steam still gently rising from her skin after a hot shower.
She had a plush towel wrapped securely around her wet hair, and she was leaning in close to the glass, carefully applying her morning moisturizer.
Underneath her clean, soft skin, her body was still humming.
Her pussy and asshole felt heavy and incredibly sensitive, still retaining the dull, throbbing ache of the midnight pounding.
A faint, sticky trail of dried morning fluid remained on the inside of her thigh, a deliberate mark of her ownership that she hadn't bothered to scrub away too thoroughly.
The bathroom door clicked open.
Sheila didn't startle or try to cover herself.
She kept her hands on her face, her eyes meeting Luke’s reflection in the large mirror.
He was already fully dressed for another work day wearing a tailored navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt, and a perfectly knotted silk tie.
He looked immaculate, powerful, and entirely in control.
But as his dark eyes locked onto her bare, pale buttocks in the glass, his expression shifted into something predatory.
He walked inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind him, instantly cutting them off from the rest of the quiet house.
"Luke, I'm just trying to get ready," she said softly, though the sudden, hard flush of heat between her thighs betrayed her words. Her pussy instantly began to leak a fresh, hot drop of moisture down her skin.
"Your schedule doesn't matter, Sheila," Luke murmured, his voice deep and entirely unyielding as he stepped up directly behind her. "My needs override your routine. That's the agreement."
He reached out, his large, heavy hands grabbing her by the waist and pulling her backward until her bare backside was pressed firmly against the expensive fabric of his suit trousers.
He reached around her body, his hands roughly cupping her heavy breasts, his thumbs instantly finding her nipples and flicking them with a harsh, relentless pressure until they were rigid peaks of desire.
"Look at yourself in the mirror," Luke commanded, his voice dropping an octave as his breath heated the back of her neck. "Look at how much of a dirty little slut you look like right now. Fresh out of the shower, and already soaking wet because your owner walked into the room."
Sheila looked. In the reflection, she saw her own flushed face, her parted lips, and her pale, exposed body being completely dominated by her fully clothed, professional husband.
The contrast was utterly intoxicating. She felt entirely objectified, like a piece of living property kept in his bathroom for his personal convenience.
"Yes, Luke," she whispered, her hands gripping the edge of the marble vanity as her knees began to tremble.
Luke didn't hesitate. He reached down and unbuckled his leather belt, unzipping his slacks with a sharp, heavy zip that echoed off the tile walls.
He reached inside his boxers and pulled out his massive, dark cock.
It was already rock hard, veiny, and pulsing with a heavy morning erection, the head glistening with a thick bead of pre cum.
He didn't use any lube. He reached between her thighs, his long fingers roughly spreading her soaking wet pussy lips, coating his hand in her natural, thick cum before rubbing the moisture directly over his rock hard cock.
He grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging hard into her skin, and forced her to bend forward over the marble counter.
Her face was hovering just inches from the sink, her ass pushed back and hoisted high into the air, completely exposing her gaping pussy and her tight, puckered asshole to the bright bathroom lights.
"Hold onto the counter," Luke hissed, his hand coming down in a loud, stinging slap right across her left buttock. Crack. The sound was deafening in the enclosed space, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale flesh. "Don't you dare move."
He lined the heavy head of his cock up with her dripping pussy and drove himself forward, burying his entire length inside her with one singular, devastating thrust.
A loud, ragged scream tore from Sheila’s throat, her breath fogging the polished mirror in front of her as his massive girth stretched her walls to the absolute limit. Her internal muscles instantly clenched around him like a vice, desperately trying to accommodate the sudden fullness.
Luke didn't give her a second to adjust.
He began to hammer into her with a brutal, mechanical rhythm.
Each powerful thrust slammed his pelvis against her bare backside, the wet, heavy sound of skin colliding filling the room.
Because she was bent so far forward, his thick shaft was hitting her deep, punishing her cervix with every single lunge.
"You're so fucking tight this morning," Luke groaned, his hands steering her hips with a rough, unyielding grip.
He was completely detached from her pleasure, entirely focused on using her body to clear his mind before his morning board meetings.
"Just a useful little hole in the wall. A place for me to stick my cock whenever I'm horny."