But she didn’t reach down for it—not yet. The only clue this encounter might have the potential to go past first base was the swaying of her hips as she kissed him in long stretches, mumbling, “Oh, Jackson …” to catch her breath.
He had melted this girl’s terror to fresh clay for his pottery wheel. Was he going to make love to her, tenderly, as if taking her virginity for the first time?
Then, without a pause in the kissing, Sirenna slid her hand down to his cock, stroking it. I was envious, thinking about the first time I made out with Jackson while holding his huge cock, feeling my pussy warm like an oven on preheat.
So much for innocence. Sirenna started rubbing Jackson’s big dick up and down her pussy as she held on to his neck. Even in the shadowy lamp light, I could see the sheen of his cock bathed with her juices. Between kisses, her mewls started turning into moans. I felt the urge to rub myself grow myself stronger, along with my desire to see Jackson conquer this woman, forever inserting a wedge between her and her dick of a husband.
Then, as if he could read my diabolical thoughts, Jackson lifted Sirenna up and pushed her down on the bed—hard. “This is what you came for, not a make-out session!” Jackson scolded, slapping his cock down on Sirenna’s stomach as she gasped. I expected her to ask for my permission or help, but she surprised me, kicking her legs up in the air instead.
“Oh god, yes! Please fuck me, Jackson!”
I waited for Jackson to work his cock into Sirenna gradually, giving her time to warm up as he always did with a new conquest. But he must have known something—in that Jackson “slut whisperer” way—because he shoved it in with one hard stroke and easily put the entire thing into her pussy.
“Oh wow, Jackson!”
Jeez, I thought, Allen must have a bigger dick than I thought. Or else her pussy is big.
Sensing his advantage, Jackson immediately pinned Sirenna’s wrists down and started thrusting.
Two strokes in and, “Cumming …!”
She thrust her hips up while he held her ass. It wasn’t a big cum, but still …. If she came that hard after a few strokes, what would happen next?
I thought Allen was going to lay into her, but instead he pulled out with a massive wet plop and flipped Sirenna over. And boy was I glad he did! On Sirenna’s back was a massive black tattoo, a serpent that went from the crack of her ass all the way up to the flames on her neck.
Now THAT was a side of Sirenna I wasn’t expecting. Jackson loves tattooed girls; he has this notion they are more sexual and more aggressive about seeking out big cocks. He smiled his approval. As Jackson jammed his cock up into her, I realized what he was doing. Seeing how Sirenna had accommodated him with ease, he proceeded to one of the toughest positions to take a big cock if you’re new to it.
“Oh god!” Sirenna said. Jackson wasn’t thrusting hard yet, but he was already balls deep inside her. Sirenna moved her ass around on his cock, and she was twitching and cumming again. “Fuck, that dick feels amazing,” Sirenna said.
“Oh girl, you don’t know the half of it!” I told her, knowing full well that Jackson was still just toying with her.
I was on the verge of moving out of the shadows for a closer look. For some reason, I held onto the closet door instead.
It’s a good thing I did. Before anyone had time to think, a man barged into the room and started punching Jackson in the back.
Chapter 20
“Sirenna, you bitch!” he yelled. Allen. Yes, my boss … Allen. Allen!!!
Allen looked enraged, and he was the kind of guy who would keep a gun in his room.
Fuck, this was not good!
I surged into husband-in-danger mode, grabbing a laundry bag from behind me that had some dirties in it and throwing it over Allen’s head from behind. I don’t think he even saw me. The bag disoriented him enough for me to push him down into a desk chair.
As Jackson held his arms down, I kept the bag over his head. I could not let Allen see me.
Sirenna hopped up.
“Sirenna, what the fuck is going on?!” Allen said, enraged. His voice was muffled; I worried he might be struggling to breathe.
I expected Sirenna to rush to Allen’s defense. After all, two near-strangers were holding her husband down. But the tattoo was not the only surprising thing about her.
“What do you think, Allen? I was fucking around on you! Just like you did on me,” Sirenna said indignantly. The situation was hardly comical; still, I tried not to laugh at the sight of a buck-naked woman yelling angrily at her husband, who couldn’t see a damn thing anyhow.
“Sirenna, you let me go immediately!” Allen said. I have to give him credit. He sounded more angry than scared.
Allen tried to double up his arms and break Jackson’s hold, but Jackson wasn’t letting go. Allen flailed.
“Everyone in this room who is not my wife is going to jail,” Allen threatened. But I was still confused by Sirenna’s behavior. Why wasn’t she rushing to his defense?
“Hold him here, Corrie. I’ll be right back.”
Ugh! Sirenna left the room, but the damage was done.
“Corrie?” Allen let that sink in. We all did. No choice. The silence was brutal. Then the inevitable, “Corrie from work?”
Oh shit. Sirenna!
I didn’t say anything. But my silence said plenty. Jackson and I exchanged a glance. WTF?
Allen fell into silence. The shock of his wife somehow conspiring with his subordinate seemed to have stunned him.
Sirenna came back in into the room, carrying a big roll of duct tape.
Allen found his voice. “Corrie, you are so fired. You are done. Whatever you are doing here, you are … fucked!!”
Sirenna kneeled down behind the chair, signaling to Jackson to help tape his hands.
“No, honey,” Sirenna said in a calm, steely voice, “it’s you who are fucked. Or more accurately, it’s me who was getting fucked, and I’m not done yet.”
Allen was having none of it. “Help!” he screamed. “Heeeeeelp!!”
This wasn’t okay. Allen had to be stopped. Fuck it; he knew who I was anyhow.
I pulled the bag off his head and put my hand over his mouth.
Allen spit on my hand, trying to scream through it. I was terrified he would bite me. Jackson looked like he was about to punch Allen in the face. That wasn’t good. So, without thinking, I punched Allen in the eye. And just like that, he was out. Whoops.
Secretly, I was kind of proud of myself. I had reflexively used one of my self-defense punches. But maybe now hadn’t been the right time.
“Oh shit! I’m sorry, Sirenna …. Is he okay?”
“He’d better be!” she said. For the first time, I could see concern for her husband. I could see that wild, uncertain look in her eyes returning. Ugh.
Jackson went to work checking his pulse. “He’s still breathing,” he said. “He’s just … knocked out.”
“Should we call someone?” I asked. I was afraid of law enforcement, but even more afraid of what might happen if ….
“No,” said Sirenna. “Not yet. Let’s just wait and see if he comes around.”
So, in the most surreal moment in my sexual history, that’s what we did. The three of us sat next to one another at the end of the bed, staring at Sirenna’s husband, hands tied, head down. Sirenna put a robe on. Jackson had slipped on some boxer shorts.
We sat in silence, staring intently at Allen, pondering our fates.
“What the fuck just happened?” I finally blurted out. We almost broke out laughing, but not quite.
“And what the fuck are you two up to?” Sirenna asked. “Wait ….” Oh shit! She must be flashing back to meeting Jackson in class, then “randomly” meeting the two of us in a bar down the line. And then the connect with her and me from the support group. She was putting the pieces together in her mind. No!
Things might have gotten much worse, but her thought process was interrupted when Allen jerked his head up, glaring at us.
With his black eye and ruffled hair, hands taped back, he looked more comical than threatening—except for the small matter that he was my boss. I could vaguely feel my knuckles throbbing now.
“Oh, honey …” Sirenna said. I couldn’t tell if it was genuine concern or mockery. “Are you okay?” She was looking at his eye and ruffling his hair.
Allen wasn’t humoring her with a straight answer. “You’re in serious fucking trouble,” he snarled.
I signaled to Jackson that we should leave, and he grabbed his pants.
“Oh no … you’re not going anywhere!” Sirenna said to both of us, but specifically to Jackson.
Then Sirenna did something I’ll never forget: with one swift move, she ripped a piece of tape off the roll and applied it to Allen’s mouth. Then another, to seal it down. This one she wrapped around the back of his head.
Allen immediately starting bucking and protesting, but now it was just a muffled yelp.
“Don’t buck like that, Allen!” Sirenna chided him. “Stay calm and breathe through your nose.” She kneeled in front of him and looked him right in the eye. “I was in the middle of getting fucked, and I’m not stopping until it’s done! You’ve fucked around on me, and now it’s time for payback. And you’re gonna watch!”
With that last line, I could see Allen’s body shift. It was almost as if the chance to watch his gorgeous wife was too alluring to resist, even in this state.
And with that, Sirenna seductively pulled her robe aside and pushed Jackson onto the bed.
With his boxers still on, she worked Jackson’s cock out of his fly. Jackson wasn’t hard yet; his criminal activities must have messed with this boner. But it was always hot to watch a girl work Jackson’s cock to erection. Even now it was flopping into shape in her hands, improbably growing and thickening.
This time, for some strange reason, I remembered condoms. And from the way Sirenna was working her ass up in the air, we were going to need them fast.
“Condoms!” I said.
Sirenna looked up from licking Jackson’s cock and pointed to a drawer next to her bed.
I got the condoms out, then laughed as I picked up the wrapper.
“Slim fit? This will never work on Jackson!”
“Oh yeah, I forgot!” Sirenna said, now working Jackson’s spit-drenched cock with two hands.
I couldn’t help laughing. Fuck it; my job was already lost. After all the grief Allen had given me, the look of shame on his face was gratifying.
“Let’s try this anyway!” Sirenna said, working to put Allen’s condom on Jackson’s penis. Corrie, can you help so it won’t break?”
I kneeled on the other side of my husband and helped Sirenna move the top of Allen’s condom over Jackson’s head.
But it wasn’t going to work. We couldn’t even stretch the condom across Jackson’s wide head. After one more pull, it broke.
More laughter.
“That’s it … I’m not waiting any longer!” Sirenna said, daring me to tell her to stop.
I did. “Wait …” I said, digging in my purse. I always kept a few Durex XXL condoms handy now; they had proven more reliable than the Magnums. Sirenna took it from me reluctantly. She’d clearly hoped for a bareback ride, but that wasn’t happening. She put the condom on with urgency, and this one fit over most of Jackson’s cock. It was still tight.
“Oh, that’s nice and snug,” Sirenna said, obviously turned on by Jackson’s shiny cock wrapped in plastic, ready to please her pussy.
Without waiting any longer, she mounted Jackson, her back to Allen. She was cramping up, trying to squat over him.
“Dammit!” I heard her say, but after some trial and error, she straddled him with her long legs, positioning herself above his penis. Then she slid down onto it, and most of his cock plunged inside her with a squelch.
“Oh …” I heard her say, working it up and down. She reached behind him, checking to see if there was more dick outside of her. There was. “I want it all in!” she said.
Jackson adjusted his hips and pulled her down as he thrust up. I heard a popping sound and then he was balls deep.
“Ohhhhhh,” Sirenna said. “I have never ….”
If she was shy about fucking a married man in front of her husband, that shyness was drowning in lust. Soon she was thrusting up and down, her back starting to glisten from the intensity of her thrusts. I was mesmerized by the serpent sliding up and down as she moved. Allen seemed to be also; he was in a daze.
I felt a twinge of jealousy as Sirenna took Jackson deeper and faster than I ever had. If I did it that fast, sometimes it was too much. Sirenna appeared to have no such problem—slut!—and I knew that deep, fast rhythm was going to make her come hard.
But I had no idea how hard. Maybe she didn’t either.
“I’m cumming again …” Sirenna said. But it wasn’t just a cum—it was her body undergoing tremors, shaking from head to toes. She had to brace herself on Jackson’s chest, planting her pussy hard on Jackson to keep him inside.
“Oh my god!” Sirenna cooed.
“There’s more cum inside you,” Jackson assured her, staying firmly planted.
“I don’t know if I can …” Sirenna mewled. But Jackson showed her how. Instead of thrusting up and down, he held her down with his big penis deep inside her, and showed her how to rotate in wide circles, bending with his big penis but never losing him.
“Oh …” Sirenna said.
More jealousy from me … but it didn’t stop me from touching myself. I leaned against the closet so it would be harder for Allen to see me, but at this point I didn’t care enough to sweat it further. Like Sirenna, I needed my orgasm.
As Jackson moved Sirenna’s hips in big circles around his cock, the woman was in a trance. “Oh wow, Jackson, I have never fucked like this before.”
I knew what she meant. You can do this position with smaller cocks, but not in those big wide circles. And there’s something about that circular rhythm. Slow and steady, slow and steady ….
“Now … you’re gonna cum,” said Jackson.
And it happened. It was almost a growl like you hear building up inside a female lion on a nature show … and it grew and grew until her hips and ass just started shaking and quaking—even though she was barely thrusting. It was just too much.
“Oh my fucking god! Oh my god!! Oh, my Gawwwwwwd!”
I knew that kind of cum. It was the monster orgasm that wipes the slate clean.
I was glad to see Sirenna didn’t squirt—that was one thing I didn’t want her to have over me, given that she could handle Jackson’s penis so well. I hadn’t managed to squirt after that first time and had given up trying. I can only imagine what it felt like for him to see this beautiful woman screaming and trembling in years of pent-up gratitude, head lying down on his chest for support.
My own legs clenched together. My fingers had done their magic and I was spasming as well.
Oh ….
That was the best finger/clit self-orgasm I’d had in the longest time, and I didn’t even realize I was doing it until I blew.
Sirenna pulled Jackson’s cock out of her, but before it came all the way out, she reached back and held the condom on.
I guess that meant she wasn’t done.
Turns out Jackson wasn’t done either. He pushed her back into doggy style and took her as savagely as I’d ever seen a woman be taken. Sirenna was coming continuously, screaming and wailing and yelling in tongues. Jackson had her hair in one hand, pulling her back while slapping her ass so hard you could see the redness.
“You love this cock, bitch!” Jackson taunted.
“Oh god, yes! Fuck you, Jackson! Fuck you!”
I laughed. I’d heard that before. Some women need to get angry with Jackson when they cum.
But as he slammed harder, she started working her ass back up in the air, almost a foot at a time, while he pounded back. It was a frenzy of thrashing fucking, like the peak of a Metallica song or something.
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br /> “Fuck me, Jackson! Fuck me with your big black dick!! Oh … my ….”
Oh, boy. She was really losing it. And just like that, Sirenna gripped the sheets with both hands as if an earthquake was coming—it was—and Jackson kept his cock inside her, clutching her thighs to hold her in place. Sirenna was convulsing, unable to speak, flopping and convulsing in a new world of ecstasy and sensation. She was being owned.
With that, Jackson pulled out, but he took care to hold the condom on, sensing Sirenna wasn’t done. No, she wasn’t. But the last cum had been cathartic for her. She was now back in reality—enough, I think, to remember that her husband was tied up, watching the show. I couldn’t get a read on Allen, but I could tell he wasn’t missing a second of this.
With one swift move, Sirenna turned around and straddled Jackson so she could face her husband directly. She worked Jackson’s penis inside her with a groan, thrusting up and down at a leisurely pace, as if she fucked big eight-inch cocks all the time.
That’s when she started to lose it with her husband.
“Allen, see this? See this?! This is what I needed, Allen. You had no right to cheat on me. I was the one who needed another dick. And oh, do I know that now!” She started riding Jackson a bit faster. “Oh god, do I know!”
For the first time since she took on Jackson, Allen started to moan—a muffled moan through the tape, but a moan nonetheless.
That’s when she called out to me.
“Corrie, please help Allen. I’m sure he wants to cum and you’ve tied his hands up.”
I didn’t know what to say. Allen looked over at me with a hostile, depraved look, but the hostility faded into something sicker and sweeter.
Whatever was done, was done. It wasn’t like I was getting my job back. And a part of me was curious—curious to see the cock of a man who was so confident and powerful at work.
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