Arnica Butler - Well-Constructed Affairs

by Unknown

  He released her mouth, and paused with his fingertips over her lips. She gasped for air, and he stared at her – maybe waiting to see if she had anything to say, before her placed his hand around her neck. His thumb, large and forceful, rested right over the dip in her throat. He applied a light pressure, reminding her of his promise. And then he let go of one of her hands.

  He tucked the one he still held under his knee, and then took the other one to do the same thing. His legs were heavy and he was sitting on top of her now, one hand free to slide his belt from his pants. He stared at her while he did this, his eyes hungry and dominating.

  He slid the belt underneath her neck, slowly, and then back over and into the buckle. She felt the leather close around her neck, and he released his hand then. Then he pulled, lightly, and the leather gripped her tightly, tighter, tighter, until her eyes watered and she opened her mouth with a gasp.

  He loosened the belt slightly.

  Then he rose up on his knees, and this pressed her arms down into the soft mattress, so it only hurt slightly, but still enough to make her gasp. He freed his cock from his black leather pants.

  He was erect, and his cock was enormous. It was not extremely long, but it was the thickest cock she had ever seen – in real life, in porn, anywhere. It resembled a blunt instrument, and almost didn't look real.

  He smiled at her reaction, and took his heavy dick in one hand. He leaned toward the wall, propping himself up with the hand holding the end of the belt. He guided himself to her mouth, and gave a gentle tug on the belt. She felt the leather squeeze her neck and was surprised by how exquisite the sensation was. He needed to say nothing; she opened her mouth obediently.

  He paused, the thick crown of his cock inches from her lips. She could feel the heat, the stickiness of his dick on her lower lip.

  “You're going to be good and suck my cock now. And you're going to be very gentle. A very good girl,” he snarled. “Aren't you?”

  He tightened the belt just a little more, to emphasize his thinly veiled threat, and she closed her eyes as she tipped her head, the only assent she could really make. Her mouth was still open, and the submissiveness required of her in that moment made her pussy throb.

  His cock tasted bitter and salty, and as he pushed the head into her mouth, it scraped along her teeth and pushed her jaw open even wider. “Open up!” he hissed, and gave alight jerk on the belt. “I just want your mouth. That's it, nice and soft and wet. No teeth.”

  As he said this, she stretched her mouth open and he pushed inside of her. His cock was so fat she had to strain her mouth to the limits of her jaw, and she was mildly surprised by the way it made her squirm. He kept going, and she gagged as he pressed himself against the back of her throat. He released the belt and used his free hand to reach behind her head and pull her up to him, at the same time thrusting forward, until her whole mouth and throat were filled with cock and she could feel his balls, soft and smooth, against her chin.

  He held her there for several seconds, but they began to drag out to an eternity...first strangely pleasant, pressed into the bed, her arms immobile and her mouth impaled and full of cock. Then her lungs began to tickle with a need for air, and then they began to burn. As the burn mixed with a sudden fear that spiked through her, she felt herself attempt to struggle against him, but there was nothing she could do but wait for him to release her.

  Just when a slight panic began to build inside of her, he withdrew his cock. She gasped for air. Her saliva dripped from his cock onto her mouth and her cheeks. He hovered above her, and gave her the chance to protest, but she knew she wanted to go there again, to that very dangerous place where she was nearly suffocating with his cock in her throat. She opened her mouth again.

  This time his cock went in quickly and easily, down to the back of her throat, filling her and choking off her air. He pushed hard against her face, and she let herself go loose and let go all of all struggle against the impossible restraints of his weight on her arms and against her face. Her lungs began to ache and then to scream at her, and the painful, sinful pleasure of it went through her body in waves.

  He performed this act a few more times, and each time it seemed that he took it further, letting her suffer longer. She wondered how long this would go on, and then she had a delicious surge of pleasure as she realized that she had no idea. It was his choice, and all she could do was give in to completely.

  On what was perhaps the fourth or fifth iteration of this treatment, he leaned back slightly after he reached the back of her throat, and he lifted her head with him as he did. For a moment she was seized by fear – of what he might do next – and then she felt his fingers on her mound. Expertly, he slipped between the folds of her cunt, and smiled when he found her as wet as she was. He squeezed her clit between his fingers and a violent shudder went through her. He held her immobile, the pain of his weight on her arms and the lack of air in her lungs torturing her even as he squeezed her clit again and another, different, exquisite pain made her shudder in almost unbearable pleasure.

  He let her breathe, and then he stuffed himself inside of her again, and began a series of quick-pulsing squeezes on her clit. She began to writhe against him, and tried to make a sound but could not, as her lungs screamed past the painful points he had taken her to so far and she began to feel light-headed, while at the same time she was rising to the top of an orgasmic crest in jerking shudders that racked her whole body violently.

  She began to go over the edge. Her orgasm surged inside of her, and she felt an ecstasy she had never felt before. He released her in that moment, and she withdrew his cock from her mouth so she could gasp for air. But she was so gripped by the shrieking high of her orgasm that she could not make a sound or move as it throbbed through her body.

  She felt him turning her over, but she was too weakened by what she was experiencing to really resist, or give the appearance of resistance. He pushed her legs apart, and grabbed her hair, pushing her face to the bed and winding her hair in his fingers until it pulled tightly against her scalp. The pain barely made it through the haze of her heated pleasure. Even when she felt as though she were being torn apart when his thick cock rammed inside of her, she could barely feel the pain over the high she was winding down from.

  He thrust into her violently, holding her still against the bed with one hand while he fucked her mercilessly and relentlessly with his blunt dick. Slowly her orgasm subsided and the fullness of his cock, and the raw pain in her pussy, came into sharp focus. He lay down on top of her, and his sweaty chest was against her back. Their skin glided against each other's, they were both so slippery with sweat. He pushed her face to the side and pushed her hair out of the way. “I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk, and then I'm going to fuck you full of cum. And you're just going to lie there and take it. You understand me?”

  She nodded.

  He placed her arms on the bed and then pulled her up, so that her ass was slightly elevated and he could grip her hips. He then grasped her and began to pound himself inside of her even more rapidly, more violently than before. She balled the sheets up in her hands and tried to remain still, but as he went on pounding her, she started to rise up to another orgasm. Desperate to reach the edge before he came, she squirmed and pushed against him.

  He thrust deep inside of her and pressed on her lower back. Then she felt a hard slap on her ass. The sound of it echoes through the room before the pain of it reached her senses. It was as delicious as the gag in the back of her stuffed throat. She felt her pussy pulse around his cock.

  He slapped her again. “What did I say?” he seethed. Again, his hand came down on her asscheek and she winced.

  “I'm sorry,” she panted, as he laid another hard smack on her ass. Her skin was burning now and the shape of his hand throbbed through her skin. She closed her eyes, half of her praying that he would stop, and the other hoping for another searing slap.

  He treated her to a final slap, and she convulsed aro
und his cock. He left her like this for a moment, perhaps as a test of her dedication to remaining still – no small feat considering how much she ached for release. She had never come so hard as she just had in her life, and now she was a desperate as she had ever felt to come again. She felt a warbled moan building in her throat as she fought to remain still.

  “Don't do it,” he warned, and gave her another deliciously hard smack on the ass.

  And then he slowly began to fuck her again, and she could feel her whole body seizing up with the desire to push against him, to get his cock even deeper inside of her. Whatever the punishment was.

  As he slid slowly from inside of her, and only the tip of his cock was holding her pussy open, she had a sudden regret that she had not checked one of the boxes on her contract. She felt his thumb on her anus, making a light pass over the puckered skin of her hole, and she felt herself quiver uncontrollably. She wished he would slip from her pussy and then plunge inside of her and fill her ass. Even as thick as he was. Maybe because he was as thick as he was. She moaned again, imagining the submission, the filling, the pleasure and the pain of his fat cock stretching her open and filling her ass.

  A hard slap cracked across her ass. “Don't move!” he said sharply.

  Slowly back in he went. She felt real tears building up in her eyes as he slowly slid in and out of her, building her up to an awful precipice and moving just too slowly to set her off. She wanted desperately to move, desperately to feel his cock against her asshole.

  But she also wanted desperately to obey. To get the relief she so craved.

  “This is a nice little pussy,” he purred behind her. “And I'm going to fill it up you dirty little slut. I can tell that's what you want.” He placed his hands on her buttocks and played with ass some more.

  Then, finally, he thrust inside of her deep and began to piston in and out of her, and she felt herself finally, finally, winding up and going over the edge.

  This second orgasm was as good as the first, if not entirely the same. She felt her feet flail around on the bed and she turned her face to the sheets and bit down into them. For a moment she was unaware of how loudly she was screaming.

  He kept going, and she came so hard that her pussy became oversensitive. His every thrust was then an act of beautiful torture – so pleasurable it was painful, every slap of his balls against her clit sending a jerking shudder through her from head to toe.

  She collapsed entirely, and he used for a few more minutes as her sopping pussy gushed and the sloshing, sticky sound of their fucking filled the room. Finally, he grasped her hair and pulled on it hard, lifted her body almost off the bed by the hair and thrusting so deeply inside of her she could feel the head of his cock press against her cervix. And then he burst.

  But he wasn't yet done. He slammed his cock into her again and again, wringing every last drop of his cum from his cock. He pressed against her back, holding her still for a few more moments, panting.

  She felt his cock slide from inside of her. Just as she let her arms relax, convinced this was the end, she felt his fingers inside of her cunt again. Perhaps three of them – her pussy was so sore and almost numbed after his treatment that she couldn't be sure.

  He pulled them out and then she felt his leg on her back again. His hand on her head, wrapping her hair up in his fist again. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, and violently finger fucked her. A big, wet glob of his cum, mingled with her own, slid into her mouth. His lips pressed up against her ear. “You've been a very good girl.” He held her jaw for a second. Then he pushed her head, almost as though he were tossing a ball, onto the sheets. The weight of his body lifted, and she heard his feet on the carpet.

  The door clicked shut, locked.

  She lay there, throbbing inside and out, unable to move or to process what she had just done.

  The pleasure of it still lingered on her body.

  The guilt was rising inside of her like a tide.

  17 HOMECOMING

  “How was it?”

  Adria had practiced this question a thousand times in the car on the way to the airport, trying to make her question sound...well, like it was supposed to sound. Neutral. Curious.

  And then she had practiced answering John's questions. Clearing away the hesitation, double-checking her story and making sure that she had covered all of her bases. If she told him she had stayed home on Saturday and had a glass of wine, then the half-empty bottle in the fridge would confirm her story.

  As the rat's nest of airport overpasses cast a shadow on her car, she still didn't know if she would lie to John or tell the truth. Since the moment she had exited the Chevere Hotel, she had oscillated between confession and lying forever about three times a minute.

  Her main reason for not telling him would be, of course, that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

  But as she practiced her intended lies in the car, they felt slimier than what she had actually done.

  How was it?

  As soon as the words left her mouth, and she saw John's face, she knew that she had rehearsed the line too much. His smile seemed to wilt, and his eyebrows turned inward at each other in ever-so-slight confusion.

  “You know,” he said, blandly. “Tiring.”

  Adria's heart sank as he climbed into the car.

  But then he leaned over and placed a hand on her neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps down her spine. He inhaled the scent of her skin near her neck and then placed his lips on her skin, just below her earlobe. “I missed you,” he said. His eyes were closed, and he nuzzled her a little. His hair tickled her face, smelled of his familiar shampoo and the scent of his head, and Adria's heart flipped again.

  “I missed you, too,” she said.

  And it was true. She had.

  “Let's get home,” John said, and he placed his lips on her ear. Another shiver of excitement went through her. “I've really missed you.”

  She looked at him. At his smile, at his kind and intelligent face. At his brown eyes, profound and caring, and gazing at her with total devotion.

  Her heart flipped again, and she felt the heat of tears building up in her eyes. She smiled bravely, and turned to the road to hide her wet eyes.

  There was no way she was telling John, she decided. She had made a terrible mistake, and she needed to never repeat it.

  She slid her hand over to his thigh, and squeezed it.

  “John?” she said.

  “Yes ma'am.”

  “I really love you.”

  She could tell the words were important to him, and the knife of guilt inside of her twisted again. But she meant what she said, and that much was, at least, the truth.

  When they got home, Adria led him to the bedroom. He slid his hand around her neck and pulled her to him: since their adventures at the wedding, he couldn't get her out of his mind. That had always been true, to an extent, but now he couldn't get her out of his mind in a certain way. A possessive, carnal way. He covered her mouth with his, and dove in for the very center of her, which was where he had been thinking about being, nonstop, since she had dropped him off at the airport a week ago.

  But she slipped out of his grip, and down to the bed, where she began to unbuckle his belt, and he felt her fingers tug the zipper, the metal clasp moving over his very hard cock.

  He moved his fingers into her hair, and he wanted very much to say that he wanted something else, something more “lovemaking.” But Adria's breath was already warm against the skin of his cock, and her lips were so close...he opened his mouth but could say nothing, and before he knew it she had his dick in her mouth.

  The hot wetness of her throat enclosed the flesh of his cock, and he watched as her lips stretched over his shaft and slid down, down, until she was pressed against the base of him. He shuddered with the sweetness of the sensation, and vaguely thought that perhaps he could hold out, get a little bit of her delicious mouth, and then push her on to the bed for what he really wanted.

  But an a
lmost electrical force shocked him into a completely new state, when his balls spiked to life as something wet and warm slid over his balls. It took him a moment to put the scene before him and the sensation together, but once he realized that his wife was stroking his balls with her tongue, he lost control of himself and his mind completely.

  The filthy images of Adria with her legs spread for her first extramarital lover, Mark, and the sound of her moans as another man fucked her flooded his mind. At the same time Adria's tongue was working quickly, teasing and tickling the skin of his balls, bulging out from the pressure of her lips against he base of his cock. As she did this, her tongue rubbed the underside of his dick, and a gurgle rose from her mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” he whispered. “I'm coming...Adria...”

  But she never gave him the chance to pull himself from her mouth. She seemed to massage the cum from inside of him.

  It was only after the orgasm had shaken him from head to toe, and his wife slowly released his cock from her mouth; only when his dick flopped against his thigh with a wet slap and Adria looked up very briefly at him as she wiped the corner of her mouth, that he realized something was wrong.

  She smiled, but the smile seemed off. “Welcome home,” she said.

  He was panting. “Let me..I could...return the favor,” he said, giving her a smile.

  She smiled again, but the shape of her mouth was wrong. Or didn't match her eyes. She barely looked at him, before she stood up and went to the bathroom. “It's okay sweetie,” she said, and she ruffled his hair as she walked by. “I'm pretty tired.”

  She never ruffled his hair.

  The bathroom door closed, and John sat down on the bed.

  He had worried about this, in between the times he had re-imagined the naughty things his wife had done, and the naughty things he'd like her to do. He'd worried that Adria had gone too far, and that she regretted what they had done.

  It was odd though. Everything had seemed okay until he had gone out of town.