“Ohhh yesssss, Nikki,” he howled in approval, his testes roiling with the virility of the pillager as he felt me brace to accept his seed. “OHHHH–FUCK–YESSSSSSS”
I gagged as several thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted from Johan’s 19-year-old white cock and spattered the back of my throat. Tears fell from my eyes, but I kept my lips sealed around his shaft, swallowing desperately to keep from my clothes unspoiled.
“Oh fuck fuck FUCK,” Johan sighed, falling backwards onto a chair, his pants around his ankles. “God, Nikki, that was so hot…”
Silently, I stood up. Carefully, I adjusted my clothes, trying to make myself respectable again.
“Was it good?” I asked him softly.
“Oh my god–”
I reached down, slapping him in the face.
“You can’t just use people like that!” I yelled, my voice breaking as tears rolled down my cheeks.”That’s not how you treat another human being!”
He stared silently at me as I wiped them from face.
“You’re right,” he nodded soberly. “I–I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I whispered, fixing my hair and drying my eyes with my sleeve. “Not to me, or anyone else, ever.”
“Okay,” he said quietly.
“Delete those photos,” I said, turning away from him towards the door. “And don’t you ever, EVER mention this, to my son or anyone else.”
I his lips curve into a tiny smirk curve. He stepped past me and opened the door, holding it for me like he was some kind of gentleman.
“We better hurry up,” he said. “The 4×4 begins in a few minutes.”
…
With Johan’s cum sloshing around in my stomach, I made it back just in time to send Danny off for the 4×4 final. I watched from the front row as he repeated as 4×4 world champion and set a new record time. And there, a few rows behind me, was Johan, clapping wildly as if he himself had just won the 4×4 title.
Later, finally back in the room, I had a moment to think, and the gravity of what had happened began to sink in.
I had cheated on Steve. Maybe I’d been forced into it, but that kind of rationalization did nothing to assuage my feelings of guilt. I was a 34-year-old woman, a wife and a mother, and I’d somehow let this 19-year-old boy put me on my knees.
Johan had violated both my body and my marriage, and I felt sick with shame over the fact that I hadn’t done more to stop him. He was much bigger than me, and I could reason that he’d overpowered me, and perhaps that was true. But why had I let him lead me into that room all alone? Why had I followed this young man, blindly letting him take me by the hand? Maybe I couldn’t have anticipated how aggressive he would become, but after what he’d used my photos to exploit me, I should have known that Johan would not respect my boundaries.
But I had no experience dealing with something like this, because no man had ever treated me like this before. Even back when we were dating, Steve had never been like this towards me, ever. And since then, strange men had flirted with me on occasion, but I was so rarely out of the house on my own that I’d almost forgotten what it was like to be pursued.