Cuckolded! Taken by My Husband's Bully Page 2

  I had to remember that I was a woman on a mission. I had to remember that I was the one in control here, not him.

  And yet it was so damn hard as he pulled one of my legs up so that it was him holding me in place. That angle made it easier for him to continue grinding his cock against me, to use me however he pleased.

  His other hand moved up and ran along my stomach, and then up to where my tits were barely covered by my button up shirt. I lowered my eyes as his hand brushed across the top of my tits, but then with a chuckle his hand was gone before I could say anything.

  I held up a finger and wagged it at him, and he threw his head back and laughed.

  While he was distracted I took the opportunity to glance across the room to where Keith was still sitting with his friends. It looked like he was trying to act like he was interested in whatever they were saying, but it was also plain his attention was elsewhere since he kept glancing over to where Duane and I were dancing together. I turned away from my husband. I didn’t want to give this asshole any hint that I was here with someone. Hell, the last thing I wanted was for him to realize I was here with my husband.

  I turned back towards Duane, fully expecting him to still have his head thrown back since I could still feel him laughing, only I got the surprise of my life when I turned. His mouth was right there, his face was right there, and right before my husband’s surely horrified eyes this asshole was pressing his lips against mine, pulling me into a kiss.

  It was so surprising that for a moment my body took over and my rational mind took a backseat. The only thing I felt was desire, was lust, was an intense feeling of arousal as he pressed his lips against mine, as he continued thrusting his massive black cock against my pussy. For one brief, sweet, deliciously exquisite moment, I was only the feelings in my pussy, the incredible tingle running through my body, as we became one on the dance floor in a way I hadn’t felt with another man since before I started dating Keith.

  Then the rational part of my mind took over again and I was horrified by what I’d done as I pulled back.

  And yet even pulling away from him I was still so hot. My nipples were straining, and that obviously wasn’t lost on him as he looked down at my tits bouncing through the thin material of my button down shirt. His cock was still rubbing against me, my pussy was soaked, and I was breathing hard. Damn did he have me worked up. My husband was going to get one hell of a fucking session later tonight!

  “I knew it,” he said. “You married women are all the same.”

  I opened my mouth to retort, but what he said sank in and I gasped.

  “I’m not married!”

  “Really? You didn’t come in with Keith from the office over there?”

  “I…”

  “You think I’m stupid or something?”

  His grip tightened on my ass, his cock pressed against me, and I wanted to moan. His other hand disappeared and I felt a moment of worry as it seemed like he was doing something with his pants. Only through my skirt, through my panties, it felt like he was maybe adjusting himself down there. Whatever. I had to get out of here.

  “I love my husband,” I said quietly.

  “Really? Because what you’re doing out here on the dance floor seems to be telling another story,” he said. “I knew you were hot from that picture on his desk. I knew you’d be a little tomcat.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I said.

  Only there wasn’t any heat to the words. Well, there was heat to those words, just not the kind of heat I was hoping for. I wanted to be angry at him, but the only thing I was feeling was indescribable lust.

  I felt something move up between my legs, up against my thong, and my eyes widened.

  “We can’t!” I said.

  “Can’t we?” he asked.

  “You can’t just finger me on the dance floor! People will see!”

  I glanced around at the press of bodies surrounding us. Granted, I didn’t think many people were going to see. Most everybody out here on the dance floor was too preoccupied with grinding against one another to notice what we were doing. I could barely see my husband sitting over at the booth. His head was craning to see what I was doing with this asshole.

  The glimpses I caught in the bright light was enough to show worry written plainly on his face, and I prayed that he couldn’t see exactly what was happening. Couldn’t see how I was wrapping my body against this chocolate god as my defenses collapsed. As I felt all of my walls crumbling. As I felt myself giving into the seduction that I’d gone out here to shoot down.

  He smiled and laughed, a deep rumble that went up through his body and down to my pussy.

  “Finger you?” he asked. “Who said anything about fingering you?”

  That confused me, but his meaning became obvious a moment later. He wasn’t just pulling my panties aside with his finger. He was pulling me into position. I realized with a look of shock as I stared up at him that he hadn’t just been adjusting himself. No, he’d been pulling his cock out of his pants right here on the dance floor and before I realized what was happening his cockhead was pressed up against my pussy!

  I cast another worried glance over to my husband. What would he think? What would he think indeed? Because not only was this man pressing his monstrous dick against my pussy, but I wanted nothing more than to feel that monster inside me. This giant black cock was so much bigger than Keith’s. So much bigger than anything I’d experienced before. And I was already so fucking turned on. I couldn’t help myself. I whimpered as I looked up at him.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “Your husband’s looking over here will worried like, but he doesn’t have to know you’re impaled on a big black cock if you don’t want him to.”

  He was still holding just the tip against my pussy, but he pressed forward and I leaned over against his chest. I circled my arms around him and whimpered at how wonderful it felt being filled like this, letting out a small quiet gasps over and over as that monster moved up inside me. I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as my pussy was stretched to limits I never would have imagined possible before I felt that massive black cockhead pressing against me. Shit. He only had about half the length of his monstrous cock inside me and already he was exploring depths that my husband had never reached before!

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I repeated over and over as I took in short gasps of air.

  Now that his cock was inside me, now that he was guiding himself home, his other hand was free to move up and down my body again. One he kept on my ass, held me in place as his cock moved inexorably up inside my soaking wet pussy. God I was so glad I was so soaking wet. I didn’t know how I was going to take that monster otherwise. The other hand moved up to my tits, and then down inside my shirt and he was manhandling me on the dance floor with his cock lodged inside me and no one around us any the wiser.

  My husband sitting at the booth on the other side of the club was definitely none the wiser that his pretty little wife was getting fucked by this bully who made him so miserable at work. By this huge black cock that made it my husband’s cock seem tiny in comparison.

  I didn’t know how I was going to go back. I didn’t know if I could go back. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

  All I wanted was to fuck this chiseled man and his monster cock.

  He used his grip on my ass to pull me up and down and I almost felt as though the wind was being knocked out of me as he slammed his cock up inside me. He lifted again until I was at the very limit of my tiptoes and then pulled back down. It was as though I was a petite white rag doll that he was using for his pleasure, and yet at the same time I was feeling so amazingly sexy. So amazingly turned on as he continued to use me. Continued to fuck me.

  I was acting every inch the slut he’d told my husband I could be, and I loved it. I saw stars dance in front of my vision that had nothing to do with the lights playing across the dance floor. Occasionally we bumped into somebody who yelled, but then they would look over and realize what was
happening and smile.

  I couldn’t believe I was letting myself be fucked in public like this. I couldn’t believe I was able to take this massive black cock like this. I couldn’t believe I was fucking another man with my husband none the wiser just a few feet away from me.

  “You like that gorgeous?” he asked.

  I looked up at him but I didn’t feel the urge to yell at him now. All I wanted was to feel his cock slide in and out of me. I opened my mouth to say something but the only thing that came out was a quiet moan that was lost in the pumping bass and music surrounding us.

  I was able to hear his grunts because he was so close, and I felt him tense. Once more I had a moment of panic. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, as I felt his cock go from fast thrusts to long and deep strokes. His cock slid in and out of me in its entirety, reached depths of my pussy that had never felt the touch of a cock before.

  “I’m not on the pill!” I said in a panic.

  He arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. Though I did notice he started breathing even faster. He started moving a little faster in and out of my body. Apparently he liked the idea of blowing his load inside my unprotected pussy.

  God! He was going to take me completely. He was going to fill me with his cum. He was going to shoot his hot sticky seed deep inside my body, practically all the way up to my womb, in an intimate act that I didn’t even let my husband do. We were a strictly condoms kind of couple.

  That did it. That sent me over the edge. I grabbed handfuls of his shirt as I felt an orgasm wash over my body. As I felt an indescribable heat and pleasure coursing through me. I had to lean forward and bury my face against his powerful chest to prevent my scream from ringing out across the dance floor, not that I thought anybody would necessarily be able to hear it over the loud music anyways.

  My pussy clamped down on him and I worked my muscles against that massive cock as he buried himself against me one more time and everything that I’d just fantasized about came true. His cockhead expanded and then his seed was blowing deep inside me.

  I felt so naughty, so dirty, so fucking turned on. I could only think of his massive cock buried inside me. Could only think of the amazing pleasure coursing through my body. He was grunting and breathing heavily, and we were in our own world in the middle of the crowded dance floor. I was in a world of absolute silence despite the noise around me. The only thing I could hear was my gasping and his grunting. The only thing I could feel was my pussy clenching around his cock, his hands groping my tits and pulling them out.

  Shit! Anyone who walked by and looked at us would see my tits on display, and yet I didn’t care. Let him show them off. I was his, and he could do whatever the hell he wanted with me. I was every bit the slut he said I would be!

  He grunted one final time and then he was done, though he left that massive cock inside me for another moment and started pulling out and pushing it inside me. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled down at me and leaned down to kiss me.

  And so I stood there on the dance floor, one leg thrown up around this man, my dress up and my thong to the side with his cock buried deep inside me. Our mouths and tongues coming together as I inhaled his scent, as I felt the warmth of his seed pumping deep inside my body. As his still rock hard cock continued moving in and out of me, almost as though he was ready for round two.

  But then he pulled out and I felt a profound sense of emptiness. Unlike anything I’d ever felt before after sex. And I still felt so hot too. I felt as though I was just on the edge of another orgasm. That all it would take was just a little more stimulation and I’d be over the edge again. I desperately needed to feel him inside me. Desperately needed to feel that cock again. I would do anything for it. I didn’t even feel any shame. Just a quick thought for my husband, and how angry he’d be.

  “Don’t stop,” I said.

  “I don’t intend to, but there’s something you need to do for me first.”

  “What?”

  “You need to go over and tell your husband that I’m coming home with the two of you tonight,” he said. “I intend to prove to him how wrong he was about his little hottie wife as many times as I can.”

  I felt a fresh rush between my legs, though part of that might’ve been his cum trickling down my leg. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I didn’t know why I was acting like this. Guilt was finally starting to set in as I thought about what he was asking me to do. And yet to feel that cock again. It was as though the good faithful wife in me was being taken over by some sort of monster that could only be satisfied by his massive cock.

  I made my decision. I looked over to where my husband was sitting. I turned back to Duane and smiled uncertainly.

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