"Wait," she panted.
Sam popped out of her as she pulled herself away from him. I was just a little confused until she stood, turned around and pushed him to the floor. Putting her legs over him and straddling his large, wet cock, she climbed on him and rode him. She rode him fast and hard, all the while ignoring me and my needs. They both moaned and clawed at each others bodies, moving as one. My ears and eyes were in shock as I watched my wife aggressively fuck the shit out of another man four feet from me. His wet and pink pussy lips climbed u and down his shaft, engulfing him with a lustful hunger. She let her breast fall into his moth, and he sucked hard on her nipple as she groaned. Her hips moved with a beautiful rhythm, up and down, up and down, with just a slight wiggle on the down stroke. She did moved on him I never recognized, and he was completely lost in her lust as she took her pleasure from him. And as Sam start to groan deeper and louder, Jenny reached down with her mouth and did the one thing I told her NOT to do, the one sacred thing I thought was only for us and our marriage...she kissed him and took his tongue in her mouth. With his tongue inside her mouth and his cock deep in her unprotected pussy, he burst inside her and moaned into her open mouth. At the very same moment, she came on top of him, moaning "Oh, my God. My pussy is so tight for you. Give it to me. Cum for me, baby, right inside me." Her pussy contracted on his cock...milking it and pulling every drop of lust out of his body. He came for what seemed like 5 minutes, pumping into her bare pussy.
After a final push of bodies into each other, their movements slowed to the occasional twitch and a final stop. When completely finished, she kissed him softly on the mouth and crawled down his body. When he slipped out of her, a thick gob of his semen dripped out of her pussy and unto his thigh, followed by a stream of their mixed juices coming out of her gaping hole. This was my vision as she placed her mouth around his cock to clean her juices off. My wife had one goal in mind, and I had no part in this. My wife had one goal, and I with no part in it: to get him ready for Round Two, because she already wanted his thick cock inside her again ...
The End.
I Dream of Revenge on My Bitch Boss
I was in the office, watching you every day, masturbating about you each night, wanking myself silently in the toilets at work, clenching my teeth as I made myself cum thinking about you strutting about in that tight pencil skirt with those amazing heels and how much I wanted you. You had used me and abused me for years now, forcing me to serve you in your office, sitting in your chair with your silk clad legs spread wide, making me lick and suck you until you came on my mouth then ordering out of your office, time after time.
I dreamt about pushing you over your own desk, and dominating you, making you gasp and cry out as I fucked you so hard with my enormous cock, the look of shock on your face when you saw how big I was, the realisation that I was going to take you, that for once you were going to be fucked senseless, used and screwed, watching you trying to squirm away as I pushed into your pussy, your shocked realisation that silk stockings, a tight satin pencil skirt, heaving breasts and expensive six inch killer heels weren't going to save you! The exquisite pleasure of taking and screwing the bitch, the control, the power, the sheer, rampant masculinity of pounding into a weak, feeble woman made even sweeter because you used to be in control, you used to have the power and now you had lost all of that as my huge prick shafted you, impaling you as I forced myself deep inside your wet cunt, filling you, overwhelming you.
For once not caring about your needs, about being a generous and giving lover, working hard to put your pleasure before mine, now I am just using you, taking my pleasure, loving every moment as the queen bitch writhes and squirms underneath me, crying out as I stretch you, hard, rampant, powerful, pinning you down underneath me, roaring with pleasure as every weapon fails you; the lush lips, those heavy beasts, that deep cleavage, the tight waist, the curved hips, that pert rounded arse, those silken clad legs, your long painted nails and those towering high heels, all useless, all failing to control and dominate me, no longer a cold cruel commanding bitch but just a woman to fuck and use. Ignoring your wants and needs, where you used to command, demand that I satisfy you with my tongue now you are begging me, pleading with me but I don't care, to me now you are just a piece of meat, nothing but a hot, wet pussy to fuck.
Your fall from power, the loss of control over me, the look in your eyes as the slave rebels and takes his revenge on the cruel goddess he has worshipped all these years, that is as exciting to me as the feel of your wet pussy as I pound into you; if you weren't clad in all your bitch finery, wearing all your paint and satin, your silks and heels, this wouldn't be so satisfying! The joy of dethroning the evil queen, of taking her in her own office, over her own desk makes it even better! So long serving you, so many times abused by you and now I am taking my revenge. I love the way your heels are now scrabbling on the floor as you struggle on the desk, six inches of lethal sexual control, now useless as I fuck you. Your thick, glossy, lush lipstick, your hot mouth that issued all those commands to me now open wide with shock, I'm seriously thinking of pulling out of your cunt just before I come and ramming my fat cock into your hot mouth to feel the lipstick smear down my shaft before you start to choke and gag as I explode inside your mouth. The tight satin pencil skirt that you've ground against my straining prick so many times in the past as you teased me now pulled up to your hips, your silk seamed stocking no longer wrapped around my head as I sucked and licked you, now tight against my hips, trying fruitlessly to hold back my triumphant thrusts into you, your sensitive clitoris that you forced me to lick and worship carefully so many times now rubbed brutally hard by my thrusting cock..
I'm going to cum! I fuck you even harder, revelling in your cries and moans as I screw you down onto your own desk, your normally immaculate hair now wild and matted, your expensive clothes sweaty and torn, I wish we had an audience for this moment, all of your victims, all of the people you used and discarded, cheering me on as I destroy you, wild disbelief and shocked horror on your beautiful face as you feel my orgasm about to erupt deep inside of you, the throbbing of my prick as it gets ready to explode, the realisation that you have been totally used for my pleasure! And then I jerk back and brutally force you down onto your knees in front of me and I shove my twitching cock deep in your mouth, thick expensive lipstick smearing down the shaft, down into your throat and as you gag and choke I grab your hair to hold you hard against me as I let out a bellow of triumph as my prick finally ejaculates, a stream of hot salty semen jetting down your throat, as you gag and choke and squirm, struggling to pull back but I cruelly keep you in place as my hands twist in your hair, pumping my hips to shoot every last drop into you. The spasms of your throat as I make you gag excite me more, and I keep thrusting and pumping as tears roll down your face until I am finally spent and I let go of your hair.
You slump to the floor, broken and shattered, and I do up my trousers, turn, and walk out of your office without a single backward glance!
My desk phone rings, waking me from my daydream, you curtly order me to your office, I knock on your office door and go in, you are waiting for me as usual, sprawled back in your leather chair, legs spread, waiting to be served....
The End.
To Ride a Bronc
Cinder had followed him into the groom's room as he prepared for his next attempt to ride Kickback. The sorrel stallion had just tossed him in the dirt within eight seconds of him getting on his bareback. That might have been enough to satisfy the judges at a rodeo but it wasn't long enough for him to win the bet.
Five people had bet against Jared Montana that he couldn't stay on Kickback for 10 seconds. He'd tried twice already and hadn't even been close. But each time he climbed back on his feet, wiped the dirt of the corral off of his chaps and limped away to get himself a cold beer. He'd be back on the horse the way his daddy had always taught him.
Just not right away.
During the week, Jared dressed up in a suit and work
ed as one of the top prosecutors in the D.A.'s office focusing on high profile homicide cases. That's where Cinder had reconnected with him after years of not seeing him. They had grown up together in ranching country in New Mexico as kids but then Cinder's parents had died and she'd left to live with her aunt and uncle in San Antonio, on a cattle ranch.
A decade had passed until they had reunited while starting their new jobs along with several dozen other new hires, many of which would fall by the wayside within one year's time. But not Jared and Cinder who over five years had worked themselves to handling top felony cases. She specialized in sexual assault and child abuse and loved her job, but sometimes some of the cases hit too close to home.
Not that she wanted to think about now, any more than Jared wanted to think about his own childhood when his older brother had been killed by a reaction to antivenin he'd received to treat a bite from a diamondback rattler.
"You ready to go?"
He had adjusted his chaps which only accentuated his killer body even further and then he pulled his leather riding gloves over his hands. Most of the other prosecutors honed their bodies through evenings spent playing racquet ball or jogging but Jared still ran his own ranch, albeit one on a smaller scale mostly horses and this herd of goats. It kept him sane especially when his trial schedule grew insane and it kept him from taking his work home with him.
She could relate. She'd drop by the ranch where she kept her own horse and go riding for hours anytime she could spare. A few hours out riding in beautiful surroundings with a strong but responsive horse between her thighs could do wonders for her spirit.
"Jared?"
He nodded, looking at her while standing dressed in one of his softly laundered button down shirts and underneath his chaps, his favorite pair of worn jeans. Boots on his feet, broken down from spending a lot of time there...even to work.
"What darling?"
She smiled, knowing it was his favorite endearment. His curly dark hair and his shadowy jaw line complimented a pair of sparkling brown eyes with just a hint of gold. She'd patched up enough cuts and scrapes on the body underneath his shirt to know it was all muscle between his capable shoulders and his abs...strong from horseback riding.
"You ready to win this time? Because I actually didn't bet against you."
His brows arched up.
"Really...but you did the other two times when I got thrown quicker each time..."
She smiled, flipping back her mahogany curls off of her face.
"Come on, you stayed on for eight seconds last time," she said, "You're getting closer."
He grimaced.
"Close only matters in horse shoes," he said, "I've got to add at least two seconds to my ride."
She put one hand on her hip.
"You mean on a horse right," he said, "Don't think I didn't see Becky slip you her panties last time."
He shook his head.
"I gave them back...discreetly," he said, "That ship has sailed already."
She smiled back at him, the reality of that pleasing her. She hadn't liked Becky much because she just looked so high maintenance. Jared had tried to make her happy but she didn't seem happy. Certainly not at the ranch kicking back with a bunch of cowboys sipping on cold beer while watching Jared get tossed on his ass by a washed up bronco.
"They wagered a lot against you," she said, "About $5,000."
His brows arched again.
"Really...and you didn't add to the pot."
She folded her arms.
"I told you where I'm putting my money."
He nodded sitting down on a hay bale to adjust his boots. She watched him loving it.
"Yes I guess you did," he said, "but seriously I don't know how I'm going to stay on that horse."
She smiled at him, moving closer so that she stood between his thighs. He looked at her bemused.
"Cinder...."
She looked at him innocently.
"Yes?"
"What are you thinking about right now?"
She licked her lips.
"About ways to make sure I don't lose my money betting on you."
He just looked up at her.
"Any ideas on how to do that...?"
She tilted her face.
"Maybe..."
He stood up and she moved backward just enough to let him.
"What do you mean by that Cinder?"
She smiled and then reached out with her hands to put around his neck to bring him closer to her. When she pulled him close enough, her mouth brushed up against his lips, gently and then pulling backwards before returning. Each time, she would kiss him just a little harder, tasting him. She felt his heart beating faster against her chest which told her he liked it.
Not that she needed much feedback besides the hardness that pressed against her belly soon enough. He returned her kissing, tasting her too and the scent of his aftershave and the alfalfa and old leather wafting around him made her heady.
Made her want him...only...she pushed him away gently...
"Jared, you got a bronco to bust," she said, "And I need to hold onto my money."
He seemed speechless from the kiss they just shared as she placed her hands on his chest.
"But..."
"No butts...except to get yours back in here when you get the job done."
He looked at her puzzled.
"What do you mean?"
She smiled at him, her eyes dancing.
"Here's how it's going to play," she said, "You stay on that bronco 10 seconds and I'll be here waiting when you're done and you can do whatever you want..."
His confusion remained on his face. God, the guy could be a crackerjack trial attorney in court but clueless about some more basic things.
"You mean..."
Ah...maybe he might be getting it. She caressed his stubbly jaw line with a couple of fingers.
"Yeah...you ride that bronco out there long enough; you can come back and ride me here for much longer."
For a moment, she thought he might pass out and then she'd really have problems. Because then he might not be in condition to ride at all if he was passed out on the tack room floor, because her proposition had shocked him senseless.
"What the hell are you saying?"
She stepped a bit closer and looked into his eyes dead serious.
"What I just said, that if you stay on that bronco and win me my money," she said, "You can come back here, ride me real hard and pull me up wet or however it goes."
He remained silent for a while. A long while...too long...damn had she really managed to shut him up? She bit her lip. Okay maybe she had gone a bit too far but the way he looked at her now...damn it just confused the hell out of her. She supposed she could give him her panties as an invitation but they were beneath her jeans and it didn't seem right to do it before he got on the bronco.
Not when he could slide them off of her body afterward.
Her breath caught as she imagined him doing that...while looking at her in a way that wasn't much different than the way he looked now...now that it looked like the shock was ebbing away. She could tell a part of him wanted what she offered but otherwise...maybe she should just tell him it was a joke. Just laugh it off, slap him on the ass as a friend and send him out to get that same ass busted by Kickback again.
But his face changed and then she knew she was in trouble. Because he didn't look like he thought it was a joke.
"Cinder..."
She moved to kiss his delicious mouth again only this time she did something else. She casually slid one of her hands down over his crotch, sliding her fingers beneath his chaps and palmed his package...and oh damn he had grown hard. He groaned when she did that too, while his body tensed. She stopped kissing and gave him a saucy look.
"You like that cowboy...I like it too."
Damn, he felt long and thick even under the denim...and she felt that familiar ache in her belly that she knew she'd be feeling even lower...and her panties started feeling d
amp. But in for a penny, in for a pound...
"I'll like it even more when you slide it inside of me...all of it...we can do it on the cot....on the desk or against the wall...you like that..."
Her hand still fondling him there and him still moaning.
"Cinder...god we can't..."
Oh no, he wasn't going to start going on about how he didn't do or even think about doing naughty things with his female friends. The ones that he saw past their faces and bodies, she loved him for how he treated her like a close friend.
Just not right now.
"Like I said, I'm protecting my investment...and I want to know what it's like to not be your friend."
He sighed.
"You are my friend," he said, "I can't turn that off."
She knew he meant it. He'd do anything for her just like she would do for him. But why couldn't that include sex? She knew he wanted it, she could feel it with the hand that fondled him even now. But a flash of pity filled her when she wondered how it must feel to ride a bronco with a raging hard on. She had to fix that in a hurry.
"I want you too Jared...just for a while," she said, "and it's not just about the money...I want to be ridden by you...I've wanted it for a long time."
He looked a bit surprised by that.
"Really?"
"Yeah really...look where my hand is now."
He looked down at where she had slid her hand into his chaps.
"Yeah and I'm too damn hard to ride now...that damn horse anyway."
She licked her lips.
"Jared if you trust me, I can help you with that," she said, "Consider it a preview of the coming attractions...and I like the pun."
His face flushed a bit at that and she wondered why. Because he was known at the office for loving the ladies one at a time...not being into serious relationships of course.
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