Martyn pushed her blouse off, then unfastened her bra and pulled it away. Her breasts spilled free and he reached up and revelled in the soft, firm weight. His hands fell away and Susan leaned forward and dangled her tits in front of his face. He lunged forward and latched onto one of them, at the same time thrusting his hips upwards, so that each movement brought a sharp gasp from her.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes," she gasped.
"What do you like?"
"I like having you inside me."
Martyn thrust harder drawing a loud gasp.
"Say it again, but be more explicit."
Susan stared at him. Talking dirty had never been on the menu with Simon, but now she dared to say it.
"I like having your cock inside me."
"Good. Where do you like having it?"
Susan hesitated. She had never used the C word and she couldn't bring herself to use it now.
"Inside me. Inside me," she babbled.
Martyn's hand slapped down on her backside, making her yelp and jump.
"No good," he growled. Susan's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
Again there was the crack of flesh on flesh. Susan yelped.
"I like having your cock in my cunt."
"Louder," he demanded, slapping her backside once more.
"I like having your cock in my cunt!" she yelled. Excited by the language she was using and the cock she was riding Susan began to shake as an orgasm racked through her. Martyn thrust even harder.
"Come. Go on, come. Make a noise," he urged her.
Susan bucked and shrieked as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt swept through her body. It was as though every sensation was centred on the prick that was fucking her cunt. She yelled and screamed as she came. Downstairs Simon groaned and fired a jet of hot sperm across the carpet.
Susan collapsed against Martyn and gently he eased her to one side. He turned her onto her side and slotted into place behind her. His cock was pointed at her cunt and he positioned it against her wet entrance. Susan sighed as with one slow, smooth thrust he pushed back inside her. He reached round and caressed her breasts feeling her nipples responding to his touch.
Martyn eased their position slightly so that he could reach round and suck on her nipple. All the time his cock moved between her legs.
"Turn over," he told her. "I want to take you from behind."
Susan went on her hands and knees and Martyn knelt behind her.
"Go down on your elbows."
Susan duly obliged and Martyn drank in a scene of erotic perfection. The rounded curves of her firm backside drew his eye to the cleft between her legs. Her cunt lips were gaping and glistened with a mixture of her juices and his cum. Her sparse blonde pubes were matted and damp with their lovemaking.
Again his prick slid into her. Again Susan cried out. He loved the depth of penetration with this position, the feeling that he was drilling into her core. He built up a steady rhythm, fucking her with long, deep strokes.
Susan began to breathe very heavily. Martyn thrust harder making her gasp and push back against him. At the same time she was grinding her hips against him. Her breathing became more laboured, her gasps louder.
"Do you like that?" Martyn asked.
"Yes, yes. I like your big cock fucking me from behind."
Martyn realised that he was going to come soon, so he reached between Susan's legs and found her clit. As soon as he started to rub that her movements became more excited and feverish. He increased the speed and depth of his thrusts and soon a massive shudder ran through Susan's body, she arched her back and cried out.
That was enough to take him over the top and Martyn gave a final extra deep thrust and groaned as a sensation so exquisite that he didn't know whether it was pleasure or pain overtook him.
Susan felt his prick jerk and jerk inside her and the warm wet feeling as he emptied his balls deep inside her cunt. They collapsed on the bed and lay unmoving, both of them letting their senses recover. Finally Susan spoke.
"I'd better go to Simon."
She dressed quickly and Martyn slipped his clothes back on. As she was about to leave the bedroom he grabbed her arm.
"Wait. I want a reminder of how special that was."
He knelt at her feet and reached up her skirt and removed her knickers. Smiling he placed them in his pocket.
"There, now you can go back to your husband."
Feeling exposed and half-naked Susan headed downstairs to the waiting Simon. At the front door Martyn thanked them for coming round as though it had been some sort of routine social visit.
He watched them get in the car and drive away. The journey passed in silence, but as soon as they entered their house Simon turned to Susan.
"Are you alright?"
In reply she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the kitchen floor. She walked over to the kitchen table and bent over with her elbows resting on it and then parted her legs in invitation.
"Now it's your turn."
Simon was stunned. She hadn't been wearing any knickers and now she was brazenly offering herself to him. The high heels and lace top hold-ups emphasised the perfect shape of her legs. Her trim backside jutted out at a provocative angle as she presented her love hole to him. Her pubic hairs glistened with love juice and her cunt lips were gaping from the fucking she had just received.
Simon unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. He wished he had the strength to say no and tell her how much he disapproved of her shameless behaviour, but he couldn't. It was almost as if he had no choice in the matter - he had to fuck her.
The End.
Pissed Off
It was supposed to be her night.
It was her birthday on Friday, and it was a long hard week at work for Rose. All she asked for was a nice dinner, some dancing, and then to be brought home and tended to. She even made arrangement for the kids to go to her sisters, so he could take the entire weekend to please her.
Well, like Meatloaf once sang, "don't be sad, two out of three ain't bad!"
John called in some favors to get a reservation at The Prime, which is one of the hardest places to get into in town. Dinner started with shrimp cocktail, raw oysters and steamed clams, because he knew Rose loved seafood. The martini's were a nice touch too, and Rose started to feel the pressures of the week melt away.
Rose had twin broiled lobster tails and John had a 20-oz Angus porterhouse for their main courses, and of course, they shared a nice bottle of Merlot while they ate.
Rose could feel the wetness building in between her legs, as her birthday night was starting just how she had wanted.
They skipped dessert, since they were both full, and John absolutely despises it when the wait staff comes to the table to sing Happy Birthday, embarrassing the recipient and spoiling the atmosphere of a nice quiet restaurant.
Next stop, Club Savannah, where their favorite local jazz band was playing. The place was packed, but they didn't mind, since they spent most of the night on the dance floor.
John felt proud as he could see the eyes of the other men checking out his wife. Even after five years of marriage, Rose had maintained her athletic figure from college. He looked at her as she spun in the new black dress she bought for the evening, and knew he was a very lucky man.
A swimmer and runner in college, Rose had a very athletic build for a woman. She was 5-foot-8, with broad shoulders and a strong neck, from years of competing in the butterfly, her favorite stroke. She worked hard to regain her thin waistline after the kids, and the little black dress ended about halfway down her thighs, showing off her tight and muscular legs.
Her breasts were average size, but they were on full display thanks to the plunging neckline of the new dress, and the Victoria's Secret wonder bra pushing them up from below. John always joked that it's called a wonder bra because anyone who knows her would take one look and ask "I wonder where those came from!" And when the light caught her just the right wa
y, he could see the thing he loved the most, which were her extremely large and sensitive nipples.
John had never seen a woman with such large nipples until he met Rose. They were almost three-quarters of an inch long when erect, and as big around as his little finger. And there seemed to be a direct connection from her nipples to her clitoris, because any time John pinched, pulled or nipped at them, Rose would immediately become wet and randy. He always thought that if he had enough time, he could make her cum from just touching her nipples and nothing else.
John and Rose always let themselves go wild on the dance floor and tonight was no exception. They let the music move them and they were very good dance partners, anticipating each others movements, as they improvised through the song.
During one rather fast number, John twirled Rose, her black dress flaring out as she spun, treating everyone on the dance floor to a nice view of her black, silk thong, and the globes of her ample bottom. Even with all her postpartum exercise, Rose still carried a little extra weight back there, but being an ass-man, John didn't mind in the least.
The band played a slow song next, and John pulled Rose close to him, and sang softly in her ear, as he felt her rock hard nipples drilling into his chest.
"This is everything I was hoping for and more." Rose whispered back in his ear, "I can't wait to get home to receive the last part of my birthday present."
John knew she was alluding to the hours of attention she was anticipating to be lavished upon her nipples, cunt and clit, and his cock started to stir thinking about it. He slowly slid his hands down her back, and then up under her dress, and cupped the fullness of her firm globes in his hands.
"MMMMmmmmm" she purred, and nuzzled her head into the nape of his neck. The dance floor was crowded and nobody could see what they were doing, so John continued to gently fondle her bare ass cheeks while they were grinding their crotches into each other, enjoying this slow dance to the fullest.
The band took a break after they finished that song, and Rose suggested they should go home. She noticed that John's eyes were a little bloodshot from all the drinking, and didn't want to miss the last part of her birthday present. Since she didn't have anything to drink at the club, she drove home, and John rested in the passenger seat.
"He'd better just be resting" she thought to herself as she was driving, watching his eyes stay closed for longer and longer periods before they would reopen. Feeling his hands on her bare ass in public like that had her pussy swollen and leaking, and she was starting to get worried that he would not be able to deliver.
She no sooner pulled the van into the garage, than John's eyes shot open and he yelled "Race ya upstairs!" He knew how competitive she was, as she threw off her seat belt and jumped out of the car. They came crashing through the door to the house, and were pushing and pulling on each other on the way up the stairs, jockeying for position.
They burst through the bedroom door like a bag of hand grenades, and started stripping off their clothes. Rose won (of course) as John was having trouble maintain his balance while hopping around trying to get his pants off.
Rose hopped on the bed, totally naked, and giggled at John as he wrestled to get his pants and sock off. She was lazily stroking her pussy and rubbing her right tit, waiting for him to join her on the bed.
Finally naked, John dove on the bed, landing between Rose's stretched legs, and started kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breast.
"Ahhhhhhhh" a long, low sigh came from Roses lips, as she was settling in for the third part of her present. She felt the head of John's hard cock poking at her pussy, and it slipped right in. She was already wet on the ride home, but the attention that he was paying to her nipples had her flooding her crotch with her sweet cream.
John's head was spinning as he started fucking her slowly. "How many martini's did I have" he was thinking to himself, as he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, and frankly a little exhausted from running up the stairs.
He was trying to rally, knowing how much Rose looks forward to hours of sexual pleasure on her birthday, but the effects of all the alcohol were taking their toll on him.
"OH NO!" he thought to himself, as he felt his cock start to spasm, and fill Rose's cunt with his spunk. He was so drunk that he didn't even feel his orgasm building up within him.
"Sorry babe, I'll have to give you a rain check for tomorrow" he slurred, and rolled off of her onto his pillow.
Before Rose could even get out the words "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?", she heard him snoring on the other side of the bed.
"SON OF A BITCH!" she said to nobody in particular, and rubbed herself to an orgasm to get herself to sleep.
As he was emerging from his slumbers, the first thing John felt was the pounding in his head from all the drinks last night. The second thing he felt was the velvety smooth lips that were moving up and down over his morning wood. The events of the previous night were running through his head as he struggled to open his eyes, and he couldn't believe that Rose wasn't pissed at him.
He blinked several times before his eyes could open and focus, and smiled down at Rose as she slowly sucked his cock.
"Do you like the way this feels?" she asked, smiling back up at him.
"You know I do" he said, and he tried to reach down to run his hand through her hair. However, he could only move his hand about 6 inches, before he felt the restraint around his wrist. He tried to move his other hand, and found that was restrained too. His eyes looked down past Rose, and saw the silk scarves that had his ankles tied to the lower bed posts as well.
He looked into Rose's eyes with an express that said "what the fuck?"
"You owe me, you bastard" Rose said with a mischievous smile, and removed her lips from his cock.
"I'm sorry baby", John pleaded, "but I guess I had too much to drink last night." "Untie me and I'll make it up to you."
"Not a chance cowboy", she replied, "you had your shot and you blew it, and so today I'm going to take what you were supposed to give me last night."
"But wait...you can't be serious." John protested.
"I'm dead serious", Rose retorted, as she pulled out the black sleep mask from under her pillow, and placed it over his eyes, slipping the elastic band around the back of his head.
Tied up and now blindfolded, John knew that he was now totally at her mercy. Yes, she certainly was competitive, and wouldn't be denied the pleasure that she had coming to her.
Rose crawled up his body, one knee on each side of his legs, and felt the tickle of her first pubic hair that came into contact with his penis. He couldn't believe the heightened sensations that the blindfold was providing. He actually smelled the scent of her pussy before he felt the wetness, as she dropped herself down on the underside of his cock, her swollen labia hanging down over each side of his shaft.
He wasn't inside her. Instead, his cock was laying straight up and flat against his lower stomach, with Rose sitting down upon it. He felt her start to shift her hips forward and back, and her wet pussy was rubbing up and down the underside of his shaft. She tilted her pelvis a little forward, and he then felt the hard nubbin of her clit rubbing back and forth, from the base of his balls to the ridge of the helmet of his cock head.
"Mmmmmmmmm", he heard her long, throaty groan, and knew she must be tugging and pinching her own nipples as she used him as a human vibrator.
"If you untie me, I could pinch those nipples for you", he said smugly, showing off that he could tell what she was doing from the sounds of her moans.
"Don't make me gag you too." she said, as she reached down and pinched his nipples hard, feeling his cock twitch as he yelled out in pain.
"OWWWWWW" he yelped, and she jammed her fingers into his open mouth to quiet him down. John tasted the tell tale flavor of her pussy on her fingers, so he knew she'd been up and busy for awhile. At this point he decided to sit back and enjoy the ride, as he slowly licked and sucked her cream off of her hand.
Rose's other hand was pull
ing on her nipple, and the feeling of John's tongue swirling around her fingers was sending her closer to climax. She started rubbing herself faster over John's cock, and he could hear her breath coming in shorter bursts, knowing she was about to come.
"Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS" she screamed, as the first wave of orgasm took over her body. He felt her cum dripping over his cock and was trying to buck his hips, as he was close to cumming too.
A few stroked later, as Rose's climax was subsiding, she lifted herself up, and giggled as she saw John's cock spring up off his belly and twitch and jerk, almost begging to be brought to climax.
"Oh no you don't" she warned, "this is MY day, remember?"
John felt her get up off the bed and start walking toward the bedroom door, and he started to panic. "Where you going?" his voice almost cracking.
"Downstairs to get a bite to eat." she replied, continuing toward the door.
"WAIT! You can't leave me like this." he pleaded.
"Why not?" she teased, "that's how you left me last night."
"But I got to take a piss" he begged, "just let me up to go to the bathroom, and you can tie me right back up when I'm done"
"You should have thought about that last night!" was all she said, and he heard her footsteps heading down the hall, and then down the stairs.
John's mind went from worrying about cumming, to worrying about pissing. He couldn't help but start taking mental inventory of how much he drank last night. Was it two martinis? No three. Half a bottle of wine. And how many beers at the club? It was hot and we were working up a sweat dancing...three? four?
"SHIT!"
All this thought about liquid beverages was not helping the urgent feeling in his groin. He and Rose had tried wet sex once, but that was back when they were dating, and in the shower. Now he's left here to either burst his bladder, or piss on himself in his own bedroom.
Still blindfolded, he had no idea what time of day it was or how long she had been out of the room. He was concentrating so much on the pressure in his bladder, that he didn't hear her sneak back into the room.
She was getting quite a kick out of watching him squirm on the bed, tugging at his restraints. Then she saw it. The first dribble of yellow spilled out of the top of his cock, dripping down the shaft and over his balls.
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