I remember how surreal it seemed. My head was stuck somewhere between the dark of night and the fuzziness of predawn. I was completely sober now and found myself recalling the unlikely events of that night. I shivered with a sense of shame, then warmed and blushed when I released my thoughts were more like fantasy than memory.
I had slid down onto the floor beside the bed. I sat naked and soar, with semann sliding down my back and onto the floor. I could feel it sticking between my buttocks.
Bill was laying on the bed again and breathing loudly. His presence began to annoy me again. His hairy, fat presence. I had done everything I could to get my husband off his ass, letting his brother bang, face fuck, and backdoor me. Bill had probably lived out every dorky, middle aged fantasy on me.
I turned back around to the bed and shifted up onto my knees. I found myself unexpectedly smiling in amusement. In the shadowed bedroom, I could see Bill’s limp penis lying flaccidly over his fat thigh. I suppose I had let myself live out a few fantasies too.
Perhaps it had been an even trade.
Something came over me. "I know it’s you, Bill."
"I know." He put his hands on his round belly. "Hard to figure out what gave it away."
Still somehow feeling so intimate and close, I reached out and took a hold of his coiled snake. Bill’s breath caught. "Yes…definitely more than I’m used to." Bill’s pipe was immediately rigid.
I reached with the other hand and caressed his sack. "I didn’t really expect you to play along." Bill whispered seeming out of breath.
"Me either." I replied, squeezing him firmly. "Not sure what came over me."
I stroked Bill’s cock in silence.
"You’ve got a huge dick, Bill." he was speechless. "Seriously…as soon as I touched it, I couldn’t think clearly."
"Your welcome to spread the word." he said in a somewhat sleazy way.
"No. There’s really only one other person I wanted to know about tonight."
I kept stroking Bill’s cock.
"So we’re done here?" he asked.
"I think so." I replied
I kept stroking Bill’s cock.
"Maybe you’re still not thinking clearly."
"What?" I asked.
"Maybe you should climb back up her for one last go." Bill’s hand reach out and began pulling at my arm.
"I don’t like being on top, Bill." I said as he guided me to my feet. "I’m not even sure I could with you."
My thoughts we’re getting unclear again as my body kept responding to him.
"I honestly don't like you. You’re crude, obnoxious, and repulsive. I just don’t want to have sex with you."
Bill pulled at me and I compliantly knelt onto the bed and straddled across his ample, slippery belly.
"You don’t have to fuck me." he said reaching around behind me and pointing his shaft home. "I’ll do all the fucking." I felt the thick, hot tip of his dick press my swollen pussy.
"All you’ve got to do is sit back and enjoy the ride." he said. Now he started massaging both my tits with his grubby fingers.
"Why would I do that?" I asked, resisting the urge to welcome him back inside me.
"The same reason you spread your legs the first time." I felt my body warm and blush. "The same reason you deep throated by cock and sucked down my cum." He blew a cool breath across my nipples and I shivered. "That same reason you got on all fours in the bathroom, like a presenting bitch, so I could stretch your asshole."
I began to slide down Bill’s stomach. His shaft stretched back into my dripping pussy. My stomach still tightened. My breath still caught. I crunched over putting our faces inches from each other.
"It’s the same reason you just screamed holy fuck for everyone in the neighborhood to hear."
Bill craned his neck and gently licked my lips. My body was shivering in ecstasy and humiliation. He seems to know just the right buttons to push.
"Why is that?" I asked meekly.
"Bill smiled. "Because when it comes to big dicks, you’re just a dumb little cock slut."
Bill slapped my ass so hard it burned. Putting both hand on my thighs, he pushed down savagely and slammed me against his hips.
"Fuck!" I shouted as it seemed his manhood skewered into my chest. "Now I don’t know how tomorrow’s going to go down, but I know that you’d a raging bitch. And I love that fact that you’re ALSO and stupid cum slut."
"So, if you want one more ride. All you’ve got to do is beg."
"Beg?" I asked.
"Yeah. Tell me you’re a dumb little slut." Bill flicked my nipple. "Tell me you’re a you’re a tease with your tight shirts and short skirts." He slapped my ass again. "Tell me that when it comes to a big, fat dick, you turn into a horny little bitch who’s ready to bend over and spread her legs. Bill thrust his hips to inch even deeper inside.
"Oh god." I moan, betraying myself. "Tell me you’ll do whatever it takes to feel me cum inside you again."
Bill put his hands behind his head. "Say all that, I’ll let you try to make me cum again."
…
I said horrible things to Bill. I called him names I’ve never called anyone. I called myself anything he wanted. I let him slap me and bite me. I let him call me filthy, dirty things…and then I begged him to do it again.
When it was over, I was dripping with sweat and laying limp on top of him. He slid me off and onto my side of the bed, then stood up and stumbled out of the room.
I wasn’t sure who had won that night. But before sanity returned to my brain, I remember slowly rubbing my raw, aching thighs and smiling as his seed came dripping back out of me one last time.
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