How I changed Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 02

... as never before. I felt I would split in two. It was almost painful and yet so pleasurable.

Even more of his cock penetrated me and I tried to suck him in deeper. I was squeezing my tits and pulling on my nipples. Eventually, he was fully inside, so deep it felt like he was massaging my womb and internal organs.

Slowly, he moved in and out, up and down, and I was gasping and thrashing about underneath him, wanting release, wanting to cum, wishing he could fill me with his semen. I couldn't take much more. I let out a scream as he pounded into me, gaining speed, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

I shook as my climax released all of the built-up tensions. I wanted his cock to stay in me for hours and hours, filling and violating me.

Jeff then grunted loudly and I felt his sperm shoot into the condom as his cock expanded and pulsated time after time. Once he was finished and without any warning, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and as if part of me was missing.

"Sorry," he said, "I've got a contract to sign."

I had been used.

I looked up and there was George, wanking over me and a spray of cum splashed my breasts.

I staggered to my feet. Looking for my clothes, I first wiped away George's spunk with a bar towel. I soon had my skirt and cardigan on, the see-through top was too ripped to wear.

Jeff and my husband were shaking hands and the contract was handed over: deal completed.

"Let's go," said my husband abruptly and we left to walk ...

... back to the hotel.

"Still flashing your tits I see, you fucking whore," grunted my spouse when he saw they were barely covered.

I pulled the cardigan together, trying and hide my quivering cleavage.

"Don't bother, whore, let every fucker see," he said. "How could I be married to such a slut?"

He continued calling me whore, slut, filthy cunt, and other names all the way back to the hotel. We eventually reached our room and he angrily repeated, "You're a fucking filthy whore."

The peculiar thing was that his words turned me on again. "So, why don't you punish me, then?" I stood in front of him and removed my cardigan and skirt. I was naked apart from stockings and heels.

"Go on, punish me."

He grabbed my shoulders and sat in a chair, pulling me over his knee with my bottom in the air.

Thwack!

"Whore." Thwack! "Fucking slut."

Each smack stung but the glow afterward took me to new heights. I opened my legs as much as I could so that he could see my anus and cunt as he struck me. Soon he was slapping my gaping pussy but I wriggled off his lap and onto the bed where I knelt on all fours with my head down and my arse high. Everything was available to him, whatever he wanted. His hard penis slapped against my bottom.

"Take me hard, be rough."

His cock was soon slamming powerfully into me as far as he could go. In and out, in and out. Then he stopped, pulled out, and fingered my anus.

We'd never had anal sex. His penis was wet and slippery from my ...