FUCKING A MARRIED WOMAN
*****Xander*****
I squeezed her ass as she slid my dick into her wet pussy; she sucked her lips and started moving her waist on top of my dick; it was difficult to fuck her while sitting down, so she was doing all the work; I couldn't believe I was buried balls deep into a married woman; despite her pussy being sweet, I still hated her. I was still going to get my revenge on her, and that’s for sure, but now I just needed to enjoy this moment. I was expecting to hear moans as she moved up and down on my dick, but she wasn’t moaning; she was just smiling.
For some strange reason, I wanted to hear her moan, but the only thing I could hear was her husband’s nasty screams and the sound of our skins slamming against each other’s. She wrapped her hand around my neck.
"Spank my ass!" she exclaimed, making me smack her butt hard as she continued fucking me. She was hitting the right spot, and I lost my senses as I felt her tongue on the base of my neck, licking it while she was moving her hips continuously. I didn’t know she would call me out of pleasure, but it was exciting.
"Ashley! Stop it, please! Stop this!" Her husband shouted, and this time it was louder. I wish I could just shove something into his mouth to shut him up. I let out a soft moan as she began rocking her hips faster, this time giving me intense pleasure while I felt her hot breath on my neck. She put saliva on her pussy and started stroking it as she was fucking me with her mouth open, but she wasn’t moaning.
"This is more than torture for me, Ashley I can’t keep watching this, please." Her husband pleaded.
"Then don't watch it!" she replied, he was still watching us with an angry look on his face. The musk emitted by her gorgeous body was intoxicating, and I removed her hand from her pussy and began playing with her clitoris with my thumb while she was still doing all the work, but I wasn't satisfied; I didn't want to be fucked; I wanted to fuck her myself. I held her ass, stopping her from moving her hips. She stared at me with a serious face.
"Let go of my ass." She declared.
"Stop, you are the only one enjoying this sex; I don’t want to be like this anymore." I said to her. She smirked.
"I didn’t call you here to enjoy the sex; I am the boss, and you are my slave, so I am meant to enjoy this sex, not you." She replied, attempting to move her hips again, but I refused to let go of her ass. I removed her legs from my lap and pushed her away from me. I got up from the chair and pushed her toward the bed with my hand. She staggered backward, struggling to keep her balance, and wobbled forward, attempting to slap me when I held her hands and bent it behind her back. Turning her around with her ass facing me, I held her hands behind her with one hand and slid my hard shaft into her.
"Oh, God, take it out!" She stated.
"No, you have been fucking me since, so now it’s my turn," I replied, and I started thrusting into her at a slow pace.
"I said take it out!" she declared.
"I am not going to do that." I replied bluntly, and I started thrusting harder into her, still holding her hand behind her.
"Ahhh! Oh my god, fuck me!" She screamed—this was the sound I was hoping to hear.
"Just what I wanted to hear." I remarked. I could hear her fast breaths; her husband had stopped shouting; he wasn’t shouting anymore; it was like he had lost his voice. I began rocking in and out of her not-so-tight pussy; I moaned and continued; I went on and on, clutching her hand as I was thrusting into her; my dick was rigid and spurting as I was massaging it with her warm and juicy pussy, while she was screaming in pleasure now.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she shouted. I let go of her hand and took her to the edge of the bed, while her husband was staring at us with wide eyes. She placed her hand on the bed, glaring and making funny faces at her husband, as I stood behind her and smacked her ass, making it a little red.
"Aren’t you guys tired of torturing me?" Her husband inquired in a low voice that indicated he had truly lost his voice; his eyes were extremely red, as if he wanted to cry; he turned his face away from her as I went into Ashley again, making her gasp in pleasure; I began thrusting into her again and felt the walls of her vagina holding tightly to my cock.
"Yes! Fuck me! Noah!" She screamed, staring at her husband, who wasn’t looking at us anymore.
"Fuck! Noah, you are a sex monster!" she screamed.
"But that’s not my name." I responded.
"I know, just fuck me!" she shouted. I couldn’t believe I was fucking the woman who ruined my career; I wish I could kill her with my dick. I just wanted to put her in her place. I started pounding into her faster than before, like a robot, hoping she would complain and ask me to stop. I started smacking her butt in the process to make it extreme.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me more, harder! Harder!" she shouted, enjoying the torture. I stopped breathing hard as I wrapped my hand around her, grabbing her boobs and placing wet kisses on her back. I could feel her moving under my grip, moving her ass so I could fuck her more. I thought I was making her suffer, but I was the one suffering. She gripped tightly to the blanket. I started plucking on her clit, trying to get her to cum. Her pussy went crazy, squeezing my cock. I was enjoying fucking her; it was a fast and sensual sex.
