She ignored the niggling disappointment as she turned away from the island to get a glass. Even with her back to him, she was so aware of his presence, she immediately knew when he moved and began to come around the side of the island to where she was.
Anxiety, excitement, lust, guilt, fear, all rose up inside of her, jarring her with conflicting emotions.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice squeaking as he approached, her back pressed against the cold counter.
"There's something else I'd like, too," he said, stopping in front of her and leaning forward to brace his hands on either side of her, effectively trapping her. Meg's heart fluttered, her pussy throbbing. She should run but...
Russ knew. Russ had to know. It seemed like he wanted it.
And if Meg was being honest with herself, she wanted it too. So badly.
So when Leo lowered his head to kiss her, she just closed her eyes and parted her lips for his tongue, unresisting as he began kissing her. He tasted good and she moaned as his body pressed up against hers, trapping her against the counter, his hands moving to her sides and sliding up the inside of her shirt.
Her skin tingled where his palms and fingers passed over it, and as his hands moved, they dragged her shirt up and she could feel the coolness of the counter against her back and the hard,hot shaft of his cock pressing into her stomach. She moaned again as his hands reached her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them... and then moving away as he suddenly pulled away from the kiss and tugged her shirt off up over her head.
"Oh!" she said, feeling suddenly unsure as she was left there in her bra, which Leo was already reaching around behind her to undo. "I..."
"It's okay, Meg," he said, his deep voice soothing. "I just want to see these pretty tits again."
The clasp of her bra clicked and she let her arms drop so the straps of her bra could slide down them, leaving her topless in the middle of her kitchen. She barely had time to feel cold or too vulnerable before Leo was groaning, his fingers splayed over her aching flesh as he squeezed them roughly. Moaning, Meg leaned back against the counter, her back arching, offering up her breasts to him as he squeezed the taut pink nipples, tugging on them and pinching them so delicious pain-tinged pleasure rippled through her.
"Do you want to give me what I really want, beautiful?" he asked, his eyes almost hypnotic as he stared at her, playing with her breasts.
"Yes," she whispered, shuddering with need as her pussy creamed even harder. Because, no matter how shameful it was, it was also the truth.
"On your knees, sweetheart," he said, using her breasts to pull her downward.
Meg sank down, knowing what was going to happen, but she was already lost to the hazy fog of her own lust and Leo's commanding dominance. She wanted to give him what he wanted. Whatever he wanted. Here, kneeling on the kitchen floor of the house she shared with her husband, who had left her here with Leo. Who surely knew what was bound to happen.
There was a certain sense of inevitability to it all, really. As if her entire life, from the moment Russ had first mentioned Leo Crisp's name, had been leading to this exact moment when he put her on her knees and unzipped his pants to bring forth a monster cock.
It was longer and thicker than her husband’s, the reddish mushroom head bobbing only inches from her mouth, and the smell of his masculine musk filled her nose as she breathed in deeply, panting for air as her arousal made her squirm. Fingers pressed against the top of her head, threading into her hair.
"Open up, beautiful."
Meg opened, a little unsure now, because the size of his cock was rather intimidating, but Leo pressed forward and the thick meaty taste of his dick filled her mouth as the fat head pressed in. Her jaw was already straining, trying to accommodate his girth, her tongue flicking against the velvety underside to explore this new toy, and she whined a little as he pushed in deeper. His fingers moved against her scalp, massaging, but also holding her in place as he began to thrust, gently but firmly between her lips.
"Good girl... you've got such a hot mouth... that's it, suck me... use your tongue..." His instructions, his accolades, were the dirtiest thing she'd ever heard and Meg rubbed her thighs together, her clit begging for some friction. "Play with your tits, beautiful, I want to see you touching yourself while I fuck this pretty mouth."
He grunted his approval as Meg reached up and began fondling her own breasts. Her hands were not as large as his and it didn't feel as good, but she got a lot of pleasure from looking up and seeing the glow of approval in his eyes.
"Fuck that's pretty," he said, running his hands through her hair as he started thrusting a little faster, a little deeper, working his way into her mouth despite her little mewls as he began toapproach the back of her throat. "You look good with a cock in your mouth, beautiful. I know... you feel like you're going to gag, just swallow and keep swallowing, it will help and it will make me feel so fucking good."
She swallowed, working her throat muscles as he thrust forward more deeply still, and this time he groaned with approval as his cock actually entered her throat. Meg almost panicked for a moment as her airway was cut off, but then he pulled back just enough for her to take a breath, and shoved back in.
Drool was beginning to trickle down her chin, tears stinging her eyes as she fought against her gag reflex and her inability to take a deep breath, but when Leo told her she looked fucking gorgeous, she believed him. When he told her she was a good little cocksucker, she felt pride. Her knees were beginning to hurt, her jaw beginning to ache, and her throat burned from having a cock forced into it over and over again, but she was so aroused she thought she might burst.
"No, sweetheart, hands on your tits, no touching your pretty pussy until I say you can," Leo said sternly. Meg whimpered, but obeyed, her hands becoming more frantic, rougher on her nipples and breasts as her need rose.
She hadn't realized how long it had actually been until she suddenly heard the front door open, and she jerked back in shock—her husband was home and she was sucking another man's cock! Leo's hands held her fast though, pressing her mouth back down onto his cock until her nose was practically buried in his pubes, her throat working around the blunt head and thick shaft as her panic wrapped around her.
"It's fine, beautiful, keep sucking... fuck yeah... work your throat around my cock." Leo did nothing to lower his voice, in fact he might have raised it. Meg's tears gathered as embarrassment and shame filled her, especially since neitherdid anything to kill the arousal she was still feeling. Leo looked up then and she knew Russ had entered the kitchen. "Your wife is a damn good cocksucker, Russ."
Her husband didn't respond, but Meg could see him out of the corner of her eye as he came around the island, holding a wine bottle by the neck, his blue eyes big as saucer plates. Meg whimpered around Leo's cock, but she didn't stop playing with her breasts, didn't stop sucking.
"Holy shit..." Russ breathed out the words in awe, and Meg's mixed emotions seemed to make her arousal skyrocket even further.
It wasn't that her shame or humiliation disappeared; they just seemed to arouse her more now. Her husband was actually watching another man's cock thrusting in and out of her mouth, and he seemed mesmerized by it.
