Finally he started moving. Pulling out all the way then shoving hard against my loins making a loud slapping sound. Slowly out, then shove back in hard. I could feel his balls clinging to by ass cheeks when he pulled out, then slapping my bare ass on every thrust back in. I was a pussy to fuck and at the moment all I cared about was getting his cock inside me again and again. I wanted him to fuck me, to use me like a whore and to soil me like the piece of meat I was at that moment.
He pulled out again but he didn’t go back in. Ugh no! I panicked thinking he was going to stop but I had nothing to fear. He grabbed my leg and tossed me over like I was nothing. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees, put both his hands on either side of my hips and shoved against my ass plowing into my battered pussy like a dog in heat. I can’t say he was the best fuck but he certainly knew how to make a woman cum. I sounded like a wet sponge back there with all the wet squishing sounds every thrust made. He was violating my most intimate parts and I was loving it!
I was a rag doll not able to put two words together. All I could do was babble incoherently. Pretty sure “FUCK ME” came out each time I orgasmed and I came often. Each orgasm lasting a long while with very little time in between.
Again he pulled out, stood up only to flip me over onto my back. He pulled me to the corner of the bed pulling my legs to his shoulders & grabbing me by my thighs and plunged back inside me. I was lost and stopped caring a long time ago. I was his whore and if he wanted to use me like one, I was fine with it.
He was shoving into me hard and fast and finally rammed into my sloppy used cunt one last time, unleashing stream after stream of steaming hot cum deep inside my married raw pussy. He shoved in so deep I could feel him throbbing deep inside me. Another orgasm hit hard knowing that his sperm was shooting against my cervix. He seemed to never stop until I could feel it running down my ass onto the bed.
He then pulled out, got dressed and left. I have never seen him again to this day. In fact, my husband has never even told me his name.
I had never felt so completely and sexually used. I wouldn’t want to do it again but my husband figured he would give me the one experience I actually yearned for and I’m glad he did.
It was a one time thing and hubby told me he was nervous how I would react to it. He’s not the demanding kind of husband and is never disrespectful. I guess the stranger and him had an understanding. Either of them could have stopped it at any time if I looked as if I was in any real distress.
Here’s the kicker, it was my choice every step of the way. I could have told them no at any time and they would’ve stopped. I allowed him to undress me, to take my bra and jeans off and I walked into the bedroom with free will. He told me later that the stranger was not to undress unless I were to undress him, that way they would know that I was okay. When the guy got between my legs, my thighs willingly opened for him. When he penetrated me for the first time I was the one who pulled him inside of me. And at the end, I don’t remember it but when the guy told me he was going to cum, I grabbed his back and wrapped my legs around him holding him in place until he finished unloading inside me while I had the most intense orgasm of the night.