by Lars Aimes
Davis pushed towards her and Alia yelped in pain. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy lips. I saw her swollen red cunt with Davis’ hard dick sliding around it, trying to find a way in. I watched, transfixed and unsure of how such a large cock would fit into a small woman like Alia. But bit by agonizing bit, he slowly entered her.
The tear ran down her face as she took him in for the first time. As the sob left her, Davis stopped and held his pose. He put a hand on her cheek and tenderly leaned down to kiss her and whisper in her ear. Alia nodded and he brought his hips into her again. I watched as she bit her lower lip. Her hands sought out the nearest object – a pillow – and she clenched tightly on it as he entered once more. Davis’s massive cock didn’t just penetrate her – it basically impaled her. But each time he stopped, waited, and pulled out a little. And each time her whimpers were just a little softer, her cries filled with a little more pleasure than pain.
I watched the clock again. Part of me doubted it would happen in time. I looked down at the contract. How will I ever know? It was clear to me that given enough time, Alia would feel more pleasure with him than me. But could he make her cum? Looking doubtful . The clock struck and the chime rang slightly. I felt myself lifted up once more, floating through the space above my body. I ascended through the ceiling and into the next floor where a dozing intern slumped in his chair. Soon I was over the hospital itself, ascending into the night sky. A thick cloud bank beckoned. As I entered its misty dark space, I felt a sudden longing – a need to be with her one last time. It no longer matters. Just let me spend it looking at her for a brief moment and the questions will cease .
Davis thrust his hips into her. Alia wrapped her small legs around his back. Her knees bucked each time he shoved forwards. She screamed in tongues as his cock pounded her. Alia played with her tits, pulling at her nipples as he slid in and out of her tight little cunt. Davis let out small shallow breaths. The sweat fell from his bald forehead, dripping down his body and onto hers. The tiny rivers of perspiration snaked down between Alia’s legs.
At last his muscles tensed and with one mighty shove, he let out a shout. Davis tried to pull out of her but Alia kicked at his back with her foot. She arched her back as he poured his cum inside of her. Each time he spurted, he let out a short sharp cry that echoed through the tiny room where I sat. Sitting underneath the speakers, it felt like I had earned the anger of a particularly powerful god. Still no orgasm for Alia .
I watched her face carefully. She closed her eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Davis pulled out of her. His huge black cock was coated in a thick layer of white semen. The rest of it dripped slowly out of Alia’s pussy. It dribbled down in drops and pooled just underneath her asshole. At last Alia sat up with a far away look in her eyes. She looked straight towards where I sat. I knew she couldn’t see me through the glass partition but I sensed her eyes lingering on mine. Some unspoken question came to mind. Are you not satisfied yet? Very well then .
Alia leaned towards Davis and kissed him. She let her tongue make lazy circles around each of his nipples. Davis faced her on the bed. She touched his cock again. Davis shivered, his prick still sensitive. She leaned forward and put her tongue around the base of his cock. Her tongue collected the semen that coated his dick. Struggling to fit the girth of his dick in her mouth, she finally managed to fit the head of his prick in her mouth after several attempts.
I watched as Davis scooped up a dollop of his cum from the bed sheets. He offered the sticky prize to Alia and she eagerly accepted. Her tongue licked at the streaks of cum and she licked her lips as if she had just tasted the most delicious food in the world. Together they kissed and the cum ran between their tongues and dropped slowly down between them. Davis scooped up the remaining semen on the bed and fingered her pussy.
The sight of his cum–covered black fingers working up and down made me smile. How I yearned to walk in the room and fuck Alia’s brains out. She was resplendent there, naked and covered in the semen of a total stranger who was everything I was not. It was in her character to deny it afterwards, sweet as she was, but the proof was in the pudding. A man far above my stature in society could please her a damn sight better than I could. The look of ecstasy on her face as the cum slid down from her wet pussy was all the evidence one needed. Still, she hasn’t cum yet .
Alia wiped the sweat from her brow and stood up from the bed. She walked in a daze in her high heels towards the door and waved goodbye to Davis. He stood there silently and shook his head. She turned and he called out to her. “There’s one more thing we need to do,” he told her. “One more thing I need to prove to your husband.” Now he seemed larger than he ever had before. She looked like a toy in his arms. With a look of excitement, she let herself lean gently against the statue of the owl. It peered back at her with a wizened old face as if it had seen this all before so many times.
He bent her over and she gripped its outspread wings in her hands. With her beautiful round ass before him, he walked up behind her and put one hand on her cunt. He moved his palm vigorously up and down. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Alia’s dark stockinged legs were soon covered in the torrent of juices that sprayed out from her beautiful pussy.
Davis bent down and put his mouth around her asshole. He moved his head up and down. His jaw opening and shut on her. She screamed as his tongue went inside of her. Alia let her hand go down to her pussy. She vigorously maneuvered her hand over it while Davis ate out her ass. I felt the shame and humiliation and rage build within me. She had never once in our marriage agreed to such an act and each time my attempts to “go there” were coldly rebuffed.
Alia’s knees buckled as his tongue darted around her asshole. She lost her grip on the wings of the owl and ended up with her knees upon the floor. Davis picked her up and pulled her to him. She swung her legs up with the last vestiges of energy in her body. Davis held her legs to him, pinned them to his hips. The dark fabric of her stockings matched the fingers that gripped them. I watched as she reached down between the small opening between her legs and found Davis’ cock. “Fuck my ass,” she said. “I need to come.”
Part of me broke suddenly. So that was your secret, Alia. That’s what you always wanted . I looked at the huge cock in her hands and suddenly regretted the terrible price we were both about to pay for uncovering this carnal knowledge. So simple. Why didn’t we just talk about it? But I knew it was too late. I would have given anything to be back at home, back in bed with her. My heart tore to pieces as I heard her screams. His big black dick invaded her waiting asshole.
Alia’s face seemed to melt in a collage of pain and pleasure. As his cock rammed into her hole again and again, she buried her head in his chest. His hands reached around her back and brought her up and down again on him. Davis grinned. He pulled at her short hair and stared in her eyes as he brought his dick into her. Muffled cries turned to outright blasts of shrieks as she rode his cock. Davis cried out and she slammed her fist into his shoulders, pounding them with all her tiny strength. “Keep going! I love it!” she cried.
I felt my cock spasm and the cum shot out in waves of pleasure. Alia’s face tightened and she looked at me angrily as the hot sticky semen gushed from the tip of my dick. Her eyes were narrowed as if to say Is this what you wanted? Have I paid the price now? I fought back the sudden sensation of weightlessness. The vision before me began to blur, replaced once more by the vision of the operating room. I heard the beeping of the heart monitor. The last remainder of my strength was used to stay in the small room and watch.
Alia’s face tightened and she let out a blood–curdling scream. “Yes! I’m…I’m cumming!” she bellowed. The glass partition in front of me shattered into a million pieces, sliding to the floor. Davis stopped. Her hips bucked up and down. His cock was buried up the hilt inside of her body. The big man watched with a smile as she nodded to her internal rhythm. Her legs opened and closed against his thighs. Alia went limp. Davis carried her over to the bed
and gently placed her on the bed sheets.
I heard the applause and looked to my left. The men in the audience beyond their glass partition were clapping. Someone whistled. The first man stood and then the next. Seconds later, the entire room of gentlemen in tuxedos were giving a standing ovation. Alia’s tight body lay exhausted on the bed. Davis lay his hand gently on her face and planted a kiss on her cheek. He left the room and I walked through the hole in the wall where the glass partition had been. I sat on the bed and looked down at her smiling face. She offered her hand to me and I helped her sit up.
“Was that enough to satisfy you finally?” I asked.
Alia squeezed my hand. “I was satisfied with you but just in a different way,” she said. “Now you’ve unlocked a secret of mine. But there are others. There are always others.”
“I think I have what I need now,” I said. “I think I can go in peace.”
Alia nodded and leaned over to kiss me. “It’s not your time to go yet,” she said. “I’ll see you soon.”
Three days later, I awoke in a hospital bed. My wife stood over me, greeting me into the world once more as I came to my senses. “Welcome back,” she said as I drank thirstily from the cup offered by the nurse. I felt a sense of warmth from her that I had never before felt. Underneath her tender smile were layers of secrets, all of which I knew I would never uncover – but I knew I had to try for the sake of our marriage. During the long recovery, I vowed to myself that I would never again take my Alia for granted. I would explore her again.
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