Where the Action Happens

by Veronica Violet

  I slowly brought myself down on top of him; when I was close enough, I held his cock in my hand behind me, positioning it so it could slip into me as our bodies got closer and closer. When his cock reached my pussy, pleasure wrapped all over my body, even though it was just his tip that was touching. I took in a deep breath as my body fell closer and closer towards his pull, until I felt my ass rest against his body, my body until to sink further into him. My hands reached over to his chest, and, as I supported myself against that strength, I slowly rose my hips up again, feeling his cock claim my pussy, feeling it fill me as I worked. Soon the slow rise and fall of my hips grew faster and faster, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier; my fingers digged into his chest as my hips started slamming my body against his. My breasts moved heavily against my body, bouncing with the rhythm my fucking presented, though his hands occasionally held them, feeling them try to move with me, caressing them as my cunt was filled with his cock.

  My hips rocked against him, but after a long moment of this, he pulled himself up from where he laid, and sat more upright, pulling my body towards his, kissing me as I continued to fuck his cock. He slipped his pants off entirely, and without pulling out from my cunt, switched our positions, pressing my back against the desk, while still sliding his cock in and out of me. My legs wrapped around him, my hands grabbing at his face, pulling him in to kiss me, as his body grinded up against mine, his cock feeling heavenly inside of me. His slow grind became faster and faster, and as his attention moved away from my lips and onto my neck, pleasure started to overwhelm me.

  “Oh, baby…” I moaned as my arms and legs wrapped tighter around him, as he kissed against the skin of my neck; my fingers dug into his back as his cock worked faster and faster. “Fuck me harder, baby…”

  He brought his body up, and, his arms flexed as it held up the work of art his body was, he looked deep into my eyes, his eyes only filled with lust for me. His hips worked faster and faster, and I could feel his cock starting to pulse inside of me.

  “Harder.” I demanded, and he obliged, pulling his hips down harder. My head flung back as far as it could, as my body curled in the intensity. His cock was so good… it felt so good inside of me. Just right…

  “Harder, baby!” I begged, and he started working his hips faster, bringing his body closer to me to keep the pace up. We were breathing the same air, and I could feel him holding a little longer as our bodies were fully connected, I could feel him reaching his breaking point, as was I. Energy started to flood me, and my vision started to blur. His cock was perfect.

  “Harder!” I begged loudly, and with it his slammed deeper into me, until it washed over me. The coil, so tightly wound inside of me, released, and my body was rushed with pleasure only Cody could give me. Cody dropped a little more on top of me as he reached his limit, and I felt his cock fill my insides with his sweet juices, as he continued diving into me just a moment longer. He grabbed at my face and locked lips with me one more time, and for a moment, I forgot everything; I was only immersed in his pleasure. It was glorious.

  The camera captured everything; me and Cody double checked as we dressed; and when we returned, nobody seemed to have noticed our absence. I suppose everybody else had been drinking too much as well. My dress didn’t fit quite as well, supposedly because I discovered the lies it was made of, but that was okay. My husband sat at the top of the stage, still talking to that bitch, but I held the camera close to me, waving goodbye to Cody, who had a business meeting to attend to at this time. He gave me a card of his, offering me a job with him and the travel agency he worked for, and having more time to be with him sounded delightful. The falling out I was going to have with Matthew later tonight did not sound delightful, but for the sake of our guests, I kept a happy face pasted on.

  Today was a day people wanted to rejoice over a union. If somebody wanted to have fun, who was I to stop them? Nobody thought I could anyways, it seemed. So I suppose nobody is going to stop my fun, either.

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  Daniela Gets Revenge

  Cuckolding and Humiliating Her Boyfriend

  I've always liked walks through the mall. The hustle of people, and the positive spirit of the shops. Sure, the items are a bit overpriced, but simply engaging with people was enough for me. Viktor always enjoyed taking me out to the mall too; we would take two to three trips out here a week. Usually we arrived around 7pm, where most of the mall closes at 8pm, then the mall as a whole at 9. It isn't a lot of time, but enough for us.

  My name is Daniela, by the way. I'm about 20 years old, and I live on my own. Viktor was my boyfriend of about a year. We met at the university we attend, in a psychology course. We hit it off pretty quickly, and it has been a pleasant experience, for the most part. Whenever he spoke fondly of me to his friends, he would always comment on my beautiful blonde hair and perky eyes, and how my outfits always outlined my busty figure; he was the sweetest man I've ever met, and his physique is by no means soft, if you catch my drift. However, about a month ago, there were some things I learned about him that were surprising, but turned out to be a very fun adventure, much ti his displeasure.

  Everyday we came up to the mall, we'd have a routine. First, we would park outside and hit that young teenage trendy store, where the employees all have piercings and the clothes and accessory all had different cartoon shows on them; it was mostly to chuckle a bit at the kids there, but we liked some of the little knick knacks. Then we would walk down the mall, stopping at each of the small clothing outlets for sure, while occasionally getting some pretzels at those little booths in the plaza. Our two favorite stores were basically made for either him or me; his favorite had all these different hats he likes to wear, and we would buy one every week for him. Mine had all these cute bright shirts and blouses, and I would end up with something new from there every time we went. Something I kind of miss.

  At the store for me, the employees were all friendly, but one was particularly invasive, at least for my taste. Her name was Gabriela, as far as her name tag let on, and she was always flirting with Viktor. It was one of those things where I didn't want to be bothered by it, but mostly because I didn't want to stop coming to the shop, and if I let on that every time I saw her I became furious, I would lose my favorite place to shop. Personally, at the time, it wasn't worth the fight.

  That and it gave me good justification to admire the eye candy at his store. The men that worked behind the counter there were the things I would just stare at on the computer at home sometimes, working myself into such a fit I would have to call Viktor over. They had arms that were built to carry someone, and eyes that I could dream into. And while they always wore these cool jackets, there pants were always just a little too tight, as if they wants people to admire the firm ass they all had, a perhaps a bit too hard of a cock. But hey, I admired.

  Viktor never really paid attention to what I was doing when we were there, and I was able to make some friends. Kendall was the store manager at the time, and he would always as me how my day was, what Viktor is getting into, so on. He would also always compliment me on my new clothes, and it always felt nice to visit after getting something from my store; sometimes I would run to the bathroom and put it on before we got there, much to Viktor's confusion. He didn't caught on to my fascination with Kendall and his crew until he messed up himself, so it was always a bit of hidden fun. Not that I originally planned to do anything with it.

  Well, that last day we were making our rounds; I found the cutest red shirt that day, that leaves my right shoulder exposed; when Gabriela came up and started talking to me. Viktor had gone to the bathroom a
t this time, leaving me by my lonesome. As usual, I with held any negative urges against her.

  “So you and Viktor, you've been pretty close, right?” She asked, folding the nearby clothes, though obviously doing it to look busy.

  I sighed. “Yes, we are. What about it?” I smiled at her, trying to hide my disgust.

  She flipped her brown hair back behind her. “I've noticed that whenever you're here, he's here, and neither of you are really talkative. That is, until a couple weeks ago.” She leaned back against the wall we were against, pulling out her phone. “He really likes coming out here now.”

  I gave her a stern look. “What do you mean?”

  She smiled, like the prick she is, and continued to click around on her phone.

  “...well?” I insisted.

  “Oh, yeah, I forgot,” Her phone made a sound, as if it sent a message. “Perhaps you should get ready to find someone else,” she whispered to me, then strutting away to the back of the store, leaving me there alone with the shirt.

  I stood there speechless for a moment. Why... what even prompted this? I barely spoke to her before, and never outside of this context. Why would she want to pick a fight with me like that? Bitch and cunt came to mind, choice words to describe this woman, but I did my best to shrug it off. I'll just try and show up here when she wasn't working, I thought to myself.

  Viktor turned around the corner, into the store. “Everything okay?” He asked.

  “Yeah, everything is fine!” I lied, holding the shirt with a tight grip. “Look at what came in since last time!”

  He walked up and admired it. “Looks stunning, darling.” He smiled, holding the shirt up against my body, taking in the image. I smiled, gathered the shirt and the other items I was interested in, and we went to the front counter, ready to checkout, where Gabriela was waiting patiently.

  As she rung me through, I noticed her look up behind me a couple times, smiling. I could feel Viktor shifting behind me each time, and my tensions rose. Beyond that, the exchange was simple enough; my items were bagged, receipt in bag, and I made haste to the exit, pulling Viktor with me by hand. I heard Gabriela say something by the way of “Have a nice day!” and I did my best not to acknowledge; I could feel Viktor turn to wave his other hand as we left.

  “Any reason we're rushing?” He asked.

  “No reason!” I spoke with optimism, trying to hold back that negative energy. “I just want to get on these new clothes as soon as possible!” I said as I walked towards the bathrooms.

  “Is it alright if I go ahead to the next store?” He asked, referencing his place with the hats and my eye candy.

  I sighed. “Yeah, go ahead.” I let go of him, and we went separate ways. I was hoping, at the time, that maybe he would pick something up that would match what I have.

  I entered the bathroom, and began changing, and everything fit beautifully. The red shirt wrapped around my torso perfectly, leaving my shoulder out but breasts in, though, as usual with these sorts of clothes, was a little too small for my breasts, so the outer breasts were outlined by the shirt. I bought a black skirt that went down to just above my knees, which matched my black heels wonderfully. I also purchased some red hair clips, putting my hair back behind me, and leaving me looking absolutely stunning, just like Viktor said. Girls that would come in complimented me on my outfit, and the atmosphere was very nice; it wasn't until about 30 minutes after I got there that I realized I had spent so much time.

  “Fuck, the mall has to be closing soon.” I gather my things and walk out of the stall, feeling glamorous, strutting towards my eye candy. I just knew they would enjoy it, and I just knew I would enjoy that.

  I walked into the outlet when Kendall greeted me. “Hey Dannie, how's it hanging?” He said casually, extending both his arms for an embrace.

  “Fine, fine,” I responded, taking him in, feeling his muscles from his arms to his back. “Just trying out my new outfit. How does it look?” I stand back from him, and do a little pose; I know the colors want to be sexier than cute, but I couldn't help myself from trying to be charming.

  “Probably the more beautiful I've seen yet,” he said with a smile, leaning back against the entrance, crossing his arms and letting his eyes admire me, like Viktor does when we're alone at home.

  “Have you seen Viktor?” Spike, an employee of the store, currently sweeping the store. “He came in a bit ago to pick up some things, then said he left his wallet at the last store.” I looked and saw a black and red baseball cap behind the counter, along with a pair of shoes branded by the store. “I'm holding onto the things he wanted, but we close up soon, and I'll have to put them back.” Spike walked behind the counter, and started counting the register.

  “I'll give him a call, hold on.” I pulled out my phone, and started to load up the contacts when I realized what Spike said. “Wait... you said he left it at the last store he was at?”

  Spike, still doing his job, responded with “Yeah, the shop you usually get your clothes at.”

  “Why would he have pulled out his wallet there? I bought these clothes myself...”

  “Whoa, you bought your clothes?” The third employee, Dominic, came out from around the corner. “Surely your man has more respect for you than that!”

  I looked at him, his short cut black hair, styled up like what you see young pop stars with now a days, catching the light from above. “I mean, we go back in forth in who pays for what; this week was our 'buy it ourselves' week.” I was still focused on the implications here; did he go back just to talk to the clerk? Was he really coming up here without me to see her? Are schedule was only the way it was because of my work... he could totally get away with it, technically...

  “You want to go find him?” Kendall asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I imagine you would need him to get home anyways, right?”

  I looked at him, seeing a concern in his eyes that matched my own. “Sure,” I responded. “Let's go find him.”

  Kendall walked with me back to the other place. His presence made me feel safe, and, since he lead the two of us, his presence gave me a view to distract myself from the problem at hand, at least temporarily. What I wouldn't do to have that ass in my hand, I thought to myself.

  We walked into the store together to find one of the other girls closing up. “Hey Kendall!” she beamed. “What are you doing here?”

  “We're just looking for our friend, Viktor.” He responded. Her eyes widened a bit, at least enough for me to tell.

  “That's weird! He was just here a moment ago!” She responded.

  “Where's Gabriela?” I asked. She noticeably made a glance at the back door, where the employee lounge was. She started to say something in response, but I made my way to the door. I don't think she tried to stop me; all I heard was a gasp from her.

  I came up to the door to find it slightly open, so I quietly pushed it open, just enough to see inside. I didn't want to alert anyone behind the door of my presence. What I saw inside was exactly what I didn't want to expect: Gabriela was sprawled across the floor, clothes across the room from her, with a naked Viktor on top, thrusting his shaft into her. My eyes widened, filled with that sort of disgust you can only get from finding such a secret. You could hear his panting, and her efforts to hold back her own moaning.

  I slowly walked away from the door, towards Kendall and the other clerk. Kendall, confused, walked to the back as I left, peeking in to find the same situation I did. The clerk had her hand over her mouth, doing her best not to make a sound, as if doing so would either piss either of us off, or tip off to Viktor and Gabriela that they've been caught. Kendall walked back to me, outside the store but still in sight of the door and the clerk.

  “Well.” Kendall said, not sure how to direct the conversation. “What do you want to do about that, Dannie?”

  I turned to look at the clerk, giving her a look, persuading her to keep silent about this, then started walking back to Kendall's shop. This time there was no strut,
just an angry pace. Kendall followed behind.

  “This isn't fair!” I shouted, throwing my purse behind the counter, as if I was another employee here. “When did this start? Why? Gabriela, of all people!?”

  Spike and Dominic have this confused look on their faces, though at some point Kendall informed them without me noticing.

  “You know,” Kendall began. “Chances are he is going to come back soon.” Kendall pointed at the clock, which was now striking 9. “Which means he will be here. Anything you want to do about this?”

  I turned to look at all of them, then around the store room. I eventually found way to a mirror, which captured my amazing outfit for moment, giving me another chance to admire it. I deserve better, I thought to myself. I deserve my own fun. And he deserves to watch as my fun stops being his.

  So I got an idea. I turned back to Kendall, sized him up for the thought before telling him, and took a chance. I pulled up against him and whispered it into his ear. His eyes widened, and he looked... amused? But not at all opposed.

  “What about my boys here?” He asked.

  “They can join; all the merrier.” I responded.

  Kendall walked over and told them the idea, and both of the seemed quite fond of it.

  “How about you go into the back then, and get ready, Dannie.” Kendall told me. So I grabbed my purse and walked into the back room, layout just like the one we saw Viktor in. There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it, as well as shelves of stock going back. I saw a chair in the corner; I brought it up against the either side of the wall, facing the mini lounge area. Then I walked into the back, behind the shelving units, and prepared myself.

  You ever have one of those fantasies that you dream up every night, knowing it isn't a likelihood, but simply couldn't resist what the thoughts themselves did to you? I was about to experience mine. At a point I contemplated whether or not it was worth the trade of Viktor for a night of ecstasy, but then I remembered that Viktor was the one that made the trade to begin with, and I relaxed.