Valerie
On the screen, Stacy’s husband thrust into her vagina from behind, his hands gripping her hips. Her cries filled our living room, raw and desperate. I couldn’t look away even though I wanted to. My whole body trembled as I felt Chris’s fingers hook into the thin fabric of my thong, pulling it aside.
The cool air hit my exposed pussy, making me gasp. I was so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs. Chris’s hand moved between my legs, his fingers exploring, testing.
“You’re as wet as a river, you little slut,” he murmured. “This pussy knows exactly what it needs.”
A whimper escaped my throat as his fingers circled the already slick entrance to my virgin sheath, spreading my wetness even further. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with mortification. This was really happening. After all the waiting, all the fear, all the confusion—this was the moment.
The television went silent. I opened my eyes to see Chris had grabbed the remote and turned it off.
“You don’t need to watch Stacy anymore,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re about to experience real submission for yourself.”
He stepped back, and I heard him moving around the couch. My heart raced as he came into view in front of me, standing where I could see him clearly. His hands went to his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. Then his jeans, already unfastened, came down along with his briefs.
His cock jutted out, thick and rigid and terrifying. I’d seen it before, touched it before, even taken it in my mouth. But this time felt different. This time it would go inside… inside… insideme—that partof me. My hot, wet pussy. My naughty cunt.
“Get my cock ready,” he said, stepping closer. “Use your mouth like I taught you.”
I swallowed hard, then raised my head as Chris pushed his hips forward. With a whimper, I opened my mouth and my lips parted around the head of his penis. I heard him grunt softly as I took him in. My tongue moved the way he’d trained me to move it, circling and stroking. I tried to take him deeper, remembering how he liked it when I relaxed my throat.
His hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements. “That’s it. Good girl. Get it nice and wet for your little cunt.”
The crude word, echoing my own fevered thoughts, made me clench down there. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him growl with pleasure.
After what felt like both forever and no time at all, he pulled back. Saliva connected my lips to the head of his penis for a moment before breaking. I looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes.
“Reach back,” he ordered. “Spread those cheeks and present yourself for your husband.”
With a little cry of mortification I did as I was told. The dart of pain I felt from the marks of my husband’s belt only made my pussy clench again with wanton need. Heat flared in my face as I realized Chris must have seen the contraction that betrayed my arousal. My whole body, laid helplessly over the couch back, trembled with anticipation and fear. Behind me, I could sense Chris positioning himself, and I felt the heat of his body as he moved close.
Then I felt pressure, there, and I let out a sob from deep in my chest. The head of his cock pushed against the untried opening to my body. Not thrusting in yet, just resting there. Teasing me with the promise of what was coming.
“Please,” I heard myself whisper, the word sounding terribly ambiguous in my own ears.
“Please what?” Chris’s hand stroked down my back, over my welted bottom. “Tell me what you want, Valerie.”
His cock moved, sliding forward through my wetness to brush against my clit. The sensation made me gasp. Then back down, pressing at the still-innocent entrance again but not entering.
“I—” My voice broke. “I need?—”
“Say it.” Another stroke upward, more pressure on my sensitive bundle of nerves. “Tell me you want your husband to fuck you.”
“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, sir, I want?—”
He pressed harder against my opening, stretching me just slightly before pulling back. The denial made me whimper withneed. My hips moved of their own accord, trying to push back against him.
“Not good enough.” His hand came down on my already sore bottom, making me cry out. “Dirty girls like you need to learn to use dirty words to ask for what they need, and get their husbands hard. Ask properly.”
My face burned hotter than it ever had. The words stuck in my throat, too shameful to speak. But my body ached with such desperate need that I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Please, sir,” I gasped out, my voice shaking. “Fuck me in my cunt. Please fuck my little cunt with your big beautiful cock.”
The words had barely left my lips when I felt Chris’s hands tighten on my hips. I cried out as Chris thrust forward, ripping through my virginity and burying his manhood fully inside me in one hard stroke.
Pain and pleasure exploded through me. I screamed, my hands clutching desperately at my whipped bottom cheeks. He was so big… my husband’s cock was so big… stretching me impossibly wide, filling me so completely I couldn’t breathe.
“That’s it,” Chris growled, pulling back only to slam forward again. “Take it. Take your husband’s cock like a good little slut wife.”
