Then, it was as if the angle and the pressure and the depth of his stroke struck some secret chord inside me, because an entirely new kind of sound escaped my lips. Not a whimper of pain or a squeal of shame, but a moan of pure, unmistakable, animal pleasure.
“Yessssssss,” Johan howled in triumph. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Uhhnnnnnnnnnn,” I moaned, unintelligible yet unable to deny the fullness of what I was feeling.
“You like that, don’t you?” he laughed arrogantly, steadying his pace, striking the same note over and over. “I solved you, didn’t I?”
I moaned again, nodding my head up and down.
“Don’t just nod, Nikki. I wanna hear you speak,” he said, pulling my hair, forcing me to arch my back, making it impossible for me to move my head. “Tell me. You like getting fucked by your son’s best friend, don’t you? Don’t you?!”
“Uhhnnnnnnnn–uhnnn huhnn,” I cried, unable to resist him, shamefully aware that somehow, this 19-year-old boy seemed to be showing me the full potential of what my body could do.
“Do you like being a white cock slut, Nikki?” he growled.
“Ohgod–ohgod–ohgod–”
It was coming. I was almost there. I was not in control.
“I solved you,” he cried, pounding me faster now. “Didn’t I, Mrs. Kim?”
“Ohgod–Johan–Johan–”
“You can be both… Mrs. Kim, and–and Nikki,” he moaned, hammering into me recklessly now. “You ARE both…”
“Johan–don’t–don’t cum in me–”
“Oh, I’m not going to cum yet,” he cackled. “But you are…”
“Oh shit ohhhh shit oh shit,” I shuddered, my body racked with tremors, my tits bouncing up and down with his every thrust.
“Mrs. Kim is a good, sweet Asian wife,” he howled. “But Nikki…”
“Don’t–oh–ohgod–”
“Nikki is a… white–cock–Asian–MILF!” he screamed, pounding into me, mercilessly striking the same spot over and over, exploiting the weakness that only his cock had been able to reach.
“OHGOD OH GOD OHHHHHHHHHH!!” I screamed, feeling my married pussy clamp down around his 19-year-old cock. “OHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
“Cum for me, Nikki,” he cried, shouting in ecstasy as he rode into me. “Be a slut for me!”
All I could do was writhe on his cock, my body shaking violently as I moaned incoherently, my voice broken, full of ecstasy and regret. I was letting this 19-year-old boy fuck me without a condom. And against all my better angels, he was making me cum for him.
“You act like this a perfect little wife,” he cried, slowing his pace just enough to let the aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me unimpeded. “But Nikki, your body… you know you’ve got the body of the perfect Asian MILF slut, don’t you?”
I was speechless, exhausted and despoiled and disoriented, my body still shuddering in the throes of its sex-drunk mutiny against my brain.
“I wonder how many times I can make you cum tonight,” he laughed cruelly, his stroke returning to its original rhythm. “What’s your husband’s record, Nikki?”
“Johan–Johan, I have to… to go back,” I whimpered. “I need to go back to Danny…”
“Oh yeah?” he grunted. “Why’s that?”
“If–if he wakes up,” I squealed. “If I’m not there for him…”