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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I sat back against the pillows, cock in hand, waiting for Jax to return. She seemed to be taking her time. I slowly wanked as I went over our conversation and the thought of fucking Jax’ tight little arse. She had been right. I had always stopped if she sounded in pain. Sure, she had encouraged me to go on, but I was uncomfortable inflicting pain on her. A little perhaps, in the heat of passion and lust maybe, but it had always seemed to go beyond that. Either I loved her too much or I was just a wimp, I thought. John wouldn’t have stopped. Er, correction, he won’t stop when he actually fucks her arse for real. And he will, soon, I was sure of it now. He will just carry on, despite any appeals for mercy from her, giving her what I now knew she really wanted. What she had always wanted. And somehow he will know she wants it. To be taken by a forceful man in any way he wanted to use her. To submit willingly to him and do his bidding. I wondered just how far she would go for him. How far he would take her. It was both thrilling and concerning. But my cock was still hard.
I was wondering how to play it when she returned, whether to try to be all macho and forceful, when her phone on the bedside cabinet pinged a message. John, I thought?
Suddenly, Jax’ naked body appeared in the bathroom doorway. She had actually taken the time to apply some slutty make up, all dark eye shadow and bright red lips. She tousled her blond hair with one hand, the other, her fingers lightly holding a tube of lube, resting on a thrust out hip. “Missed me?” she pouted provocatively. “Wanna fuck my arse, mister? It is all prepped and ready for you, if you are man enough.”
“Get over here, slut” I commanded and she smiled. “You have a message. Probably from one of your admirers. You may read it first.” My masterful tone sounded comical to my ears, but she played along. “Yes, Sir” she said as she sat back against the pillows and retrieved her phone.
“It’s from John,” she said. “It’s quite long.” I slid over to her and started to kiss her neck, my hand stroking up her soft and silky thigh to her pussy.
“I suppose he is replying to your message to him yesterday. Telling him about getting fucked again. You did contact him, didn’t you?” My finger slid easily between her rapidly moistening pussy lips and she sighed. I wasn’t quite sure whether it was in response to me or the contents of the text. “Yes. I did. Sorry, I meant to tell you.”
“You don’t feel very sorry, bitch.” I pulled her thigh open and found her clit with my finger. She continued to read the text without looking at me. I ran my tongue down her neck to her breast, stopping at her erect nipple to clench it in my teeth. Her hips and bottom were slowly moving against the sheets. “What does he say?” I asked.
“That I have been a bad girl. That I disobeyed him by fucking that guy and that I am to make it up to him. He said he will think of a suitable punishment. Said he had uses for a cock-loving slut like me. He called me all sorts of filthy names. I should feel insulted, but I am not. God, he has made me even hornier now. Perhaps you should punish me too.”
“Put the fucking phone down!” I ordered. She dropped it onto the carpet and I roughly pulled her down the bed, spreading her legs. I knelt between her thighs and slowly licked her very wet cunt lips from back to front, stopping at her hard clit, with my tongue. Savouring the juices running out of her I looked up into her widening eyes. “You can’t wait to have his cock in you again, can you? Fucking bitch!”
She didn’t answer, so I licked her again. “You want him to fuck you again, don’t you?” I asked, raising my voice with a menace that surprised me.
“Yes” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re not sorry at all, you fucking slut. Are you?”
“No.” Again quietly.
I slid two fingers into her slippery cunt and she writhed. “So, your cunt is a bit tender is it? Had a lot of use lately, has it? But I bet you would let John use it if he wanted it, wouldn’t you? If he was here. Now. Wouldn’t you, you filthy whore?” I started to slide my fingers in and out of her, twisting as I went. She moaned and pushed back on me as I finger fucked her for some time.
Her head was pushed back into the pillow, her eyes closed as I pushed my arms under her thighs, spreading her legs wide and positioned my rock hard cock at the entrance of her sopping pussy. She drew in a breath. “Not too hard” she said. She was still a bit tender evidently. Too bad!
“I don’t think so” I said as I pushed my cock all the way into her forcefully. She groaned half in pleasure, but half in discomfort. But she didn’t complain. It wouldn’t have mattered if she did. I then began a steady rhythm, thrusting into her with long hard strokes. Her whimpering moans became louder as she threw her head from side to side, her fingers grasping the sheet. “Not so hard” she said through broken breath. I ignored her and increased the pace. Her tits bounced and swayed in time and her hips rose to me with every thrust.
“Thinking it’s John fucking you?” I asked “That it’s his cock inside you?”
“No” she lied. Her increased moaning and writhing told the truth.
Even though we hadn’t been fucking very long I could tell she was approaching an orgasm, but that wasn’t going to happen. Not yet. I wasn’t finished with her yet. I pulled out of her suddenly. “Turn over! Get on all fours!” I demanded. She quietly groaned some frustration, but complied without further complaint.
“I hope you have used enough lube...” I said as I crouched and positioned my cock at the small, puckered entrance to her arse with my hand as a guide. “...because you are going get it anyway. Your arse is mine for now, you slut. Think of John if you want to, I’m sure you are, you fucking whore, but it is my cock that is going to fuck you.” As if to brace herself, she buried her face into the sheets, her hands clasped together above her head like she was at prayer.
As it was, I took my time sliding my cock into her tight little arsehole. Not quite the alpha male then, I thought. I penetrated her in stages, each one accompanied by whimpering cries. But no words of complaint. “Is this how you want John to fuck your arse” I asked when my cock was completely buried in her and my balls were rubbing against her bum cheeks.
“Yes” she admitted almost as a sob.
“Fucking bitch!” I shouted as I began to slide slowly in and out of her very tight anal channel. “He won’t be as considerate as me though, I am sure. But you will take won’t you? Like the cheap tart you are. Won’t you?”
“Yes” again a sob, but louder.
“Do you want his come up your arse?” I asked. Her hand went between her legs and I could feel her fingers vigorously rubbing her clit.
“Yes” she said again, her raised, desperate voice muffled by the bedsheet. I started to thrust into her harder and faster and the whimpering cries turning into recognisable moans of pleasure.
“You are a fucking whore!” I said as my pounding increased.
“Yes! Yes! I am! I am a fucking whore!” she yelled. “Oh God fuck me! Fuck my arse, John! Give it to me! Give it to me hard!”
I should have been angry. She was thinking of John after all. Thinking of his cock plunging deep into her arse. I should have been angry, but I wasn’t. I was turned on even more and I began to pound her forbidden hole even harder.
“Bitch!” I shouted and then I roared as I felt my balls start to throb, signalling the imminent release of volleys of spunk into her. I could tell she was close too, by the half screams being barely contained by the crumpled sheet. “Take my spunk, you bitch!”
She then orgasmed long and loud as she felt my throbbing cock violently sending spurts of hot semen into a place it had never gone before. Where no man had gone before. Her thighs were tensing in spasms as her hips thrust back up to me, her back seemingly contorting into an impossible arch.
Her moans subsided slowly to be replaced by panting. Oh God” was all she managed in a quiet resigned voice. She collapsed prostrate onto the bed with a sigh, her body limp. I collapsed next to her, my thigh muscles aching.
We lay in silence for some minutes. Jax hand touched my arm lightly. “Are you OK?” she asked. Her make-up was smudged and smeared on her beautiful face and she looked a little teary. I leaned over and kissed her. “Of course” I said. “Sorry” she whispered almost silently. I slid my arm across her back and we fell asleep.
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