The day started like any other day - waking up at the crack of dawn, groggily making my way to the kitchen for coffee before my shower, and then slowly getting started with work. Well, almost any other day. On this particular day, my husband was on a road trip, and he'd taken our two lab mix dogs with him. Usually they would stay home with me, but I had a couple of big projects going for work, and wouldn't be able to look after them as closely.
It didn't take long for me to get into my rhythm, I was running numbers and compiling reports, music playing loudly in the background. When I got to a logical stopping point, I decided to go to the kitchen to refill my coffee and grab something to eat.
Rounding the corner of the hallway into the living room there was a blur out of the corner of my eye, and before I could react I was pinned to the wall.
Hot, ragged breath tickled my neck, I tried to turn to see who was behind me. but I couldn't move.
"Yeah keep struggling, I'm letting you go..." the deep, raspy voice growled from behind me.
"What do you want from me?" I whimpered into the wall.
Before I could finish my sentence, I felt his hips drive forward. He was now connected to me seemingly the full length of our bodies. His hips making small grinding thrusts.
"OH, you know what I want...don't pretend you're a little slut. I've seen the way you parade your ass around the gym, in those tight shorts, that ass of yours practically hanging out." He said, his cock growing as he ground it into me hard.
My mind was racing, I couldn't place the voice of the man behind me, but I knew that last week I'd told my trainer that I was going to be home alone all week with my husband on his annual road trip. Had he told someone? Had someone overheard our conversation?
As these thoughts were swirling in my mind, the back of my shorts were pushed down, and a thick digit roughly raked over my hole. Unable to control my reaction I gasped.
"Fucking slut..." he chuckled menacingly.
Without any warning his fat finger plunged deep inside me. A grunt escaped me, as it marched into me with unrelenting speed.
"Please don't, I'm married..." I begged, sounding pathetic.
"Never stopped you before slut." He spat at me.
He wasn't wrong, I've never been good at keeping my vows. My sexual appetite is ravenous, and it often has me making poor choices - from being ass up on business trips, taking daddy dick in the gym shower, or even a hot guy in the Target fitting room.
He must have felt my hole relaxing, as he said, "See, I knew you were a slut."
A second finger was forced inside me, my moaning and whimpering getting louder, his finger fucking getting rougher.
"Please..." I gasped weakly.
"Please what?" He grunted
"Please don't..." I whispered.
With that my ass was suddenly empty, feeling wide open from his fat digits brutally ramming inside me. However, not quite open enough for what came next.
"But you give is up so freely, I figured its my turn..." He growled as he plunged his huge cock inside me.
I saw white flashes in my vision as the initial pain of his invasion hit me. The sudden stretch of my not even close to virgin hole around his impossibly fat cock. I would swear that as soon as I felt the initial pain of his brutal insertion his pubes were scratching my tender hole.
"AHHH FUCK" I screamed, finally able to express the pain in my stuffed ass.
"Yeah...now I know why your pussy is so fucking popular, is so fucking tight" he said in a satisfied voice.
His slow, deliberate thrusts worked me open to him. His cock was grinding its way into my deepest parts. His breath was steady on my neck, short bursts of air.
I was conflicted, as I felt the pleasure of this still unknown man fucked me brutally in my living room. It seemed wrong to enjoy getting force fucked by a total stranger. Deep down, I knew it was going to happen, because whenever a cock is inside me I lose all sense of right and wrong, good and bad.
Despite myself I pushed back on him, eliciting a chuckle.
"Yeah, you like my cock don't you slut?" He grunted, this time forgetting to disguise his voice.
"Fuck you, Cam" I growled back.
He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me up before pinning me to the wall again. I cried out as his cock slipped back inside my battered hole without resistance.
"You know how fucking hard it's been to resist this ass every week, Mikey?" Cam growled.
"OH FUCK..." I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around his muscular body.
See, for the better part of a year, I'd worked with Cam at the gym once a week. We'd grown to be friends, and talked about everything when we were working out. He would bitch about his wife, and I would bitch about my husband. He knew that Andy had lost his sex drive and we hadn't had sex in ages. I knew that his wife hadn't spread her legs for him since the birth of their son. I never suspected that he would be into fucking.
He isn't super tall, but was built like a brick shit house. About the same height 5'10", 210 of solid muscle mass, and a sexy face.
Opening my eyes, he's looking directly into mine.
"FUCK you feel so good" He said not looking away.
"So do you Cam" I said back before kissing him.
At first he was hesitant, pulling back slightly, but then he leaned in and hungrily kissed me back. The kissing broke his concentration and his dick slipped out on one thrust. I pushed him back and onto the couch where I straddled him.
Climbing up onto his lap, I kissed him again as I grabbed his cock and sank down on him, grinding when I reached the base. His hands snaked around my ass and cupped it while rode him.
"FUCK" He cried as he pulled away from my kiss.
I felt a hand leave my ass, before he slapped it causing my cheek to jiggle. He repeated with his other hand and my other ass cheek.
He rolled us over, pushing my legs back into my chest.
"Fuck me...fuck me..." I begged, between ragged breaths.
His cock sank into me once again. His eyes closed and his face locked in a look of pure pleasure as he bottomed out in me. Slowly they opened and he looked down at me. A smile slowly breaking across his face. His eyes sparkling in the dappled light coming through the window.
He pulled out almost all the way, I thought he was going to reposition us, but just as it felt like the head would slip out he slammed back into me. It almost knocked the wind out of me, and he repeated that move over and over.
My ass was hot from the excruciating pleasure he was filling me with. Each stroke caused my skin to break out in goosebumps. After several strokes my body anticipated and the pleasure started coming from the up and down strokes.
I felt the pulsating, heat building in my core. It was radiating out from my very being. It felt like I was vibrating with electricity. I knew he was getting close too, because his thrusts were getting ragged. I felt my ass clamp down on him.
"FUCK" he groaned from his chest.
"How are you doing that?" he gasped.
"I'm cumming!" I cried out.
My cock rocketed load after load of cum across my torso. There had to have been at least 15 heavy, thick, ropes of cum. One of the first splashed across my face. Licking my lips, I tasted the saltiness of my essence.
I felt Cam's hands grip my hips as he slammed into me. His cock twitching inside. It felt like a baseball bat. I was once again filled with a pulsating heat, but this time not from my orgasm but his.
"Take my fucking load..." he cried.
Collapsing forward, his head came to rest in the crook of my neck. His breathing ragged and heavy. My cum between us, drying like some homemade glue. I felt the unmistakable feeling of his wilting cock slip from my battered hole.
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. His face lowered to mine and kissed me tenderly. I knew he could taste my cum on my lips, but it didn't stop him.
"That was fucking incredible!" He said, smirking at me.
"It was unbelievable, you're pretty fucking good." I said with a chuckle.
He looked at me, and his eyes glistened.
"Maybe next time though, just ask to fuck me?" I said with a wink.
His expression turned sheepish.
"Deal" he said.