by Blaise Quin
Again the comparisons.
Time for her to take control, as much as she could. She stroked Dwayne’s cock, then took him in her mouth. Pulling back her lips, she dragged her teeth along the skin, not biting, but sending her own signal.
I can hurt you too.
Dwayne’s response wasn’t what she expected. “You are a great cock sucker.”
Of all the things he could have said, that one hit the mark. No gentle, loving comment about how good it felt. No offering to please her. Just dirty, coarse, straight talk.
Cock sucker. That’s what Emily was right now. She couldn’t deny the truth.
And yet, she couldn’t be great, this was only the second man who’d ever been in her mouth. She didn’t even have that much experience with her husband.
Another insight came to her. Maybe it wasn’t just the amount of experience, but the whole experience. How she must have looked, a small, petite, woman, taking this huge man in her mouth.
A small, petite, married woman.
With her husband watching.
Just as she had been aroused watching the videos, just as she had fantasized about being taken in the shower, just as she had become wet as men had fought over her at the bar. It was not just the feeling of her mouth on his cock that was exciting Dwayne, it was the pleasure of the entire scenario.
And now that she understood, she slipped into another space, another reality. Watching herself, seeing a woman practically on her knees, giving oral sex to a man while her husband watched, exactly the scenario that had excited her in the past.
And was exciting her now.
She started to stroke him faster and faster. Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to make him come.
“Slow down there. You can have more later.” Dwayne stepped back, his cock slipping from Emily’s mouth with a pop, and there was this instant where Emily was reaching for him with her lips, feeling a great loss.
“Stand up,” said Dwayne. When she did so, her knees buckling, he ordered, “Take off your dress.”
Emily’s hands went to her breasts, her legs coming together, as if this request—this order—to undress was in some way a bigger deal than her sucking on his cock. She glanced at Justin.
His response—his signal—was to grab his own cock through his pants.
Emily wasn’t sure if what she did next was out of anger, anger that Justin hadn’t stepped in. Or whether it was out of her need to keep going. With her eyes still on Justin, she reached back and slowly unzipped her dress.
Only to see Justin stroking himself through his pants.
Exactly what she had herself fantasized about, her husband touching himself as she had sex with another man.
She almost told Justin to undress, she wanted to see him really touch himself. Yet that would have shifted the movie, it would have been like having the video camera turned away from the wife to the watching husband.
Instead she let her dress fall to the floor.
She stood there in her white lacy panties and bra, feeling so small and helpless, her dress pooled around her feet. She couldn’t decide what to do with her hands. At first she covered her breasts, and then, realizing that was a little silly given what she had already done, she dropped them to her sides.
“Dainty white panties and bra, I didn’t expect anything else,” said Dwayne. “Although the way you sucked on my cock might have made me think otherwise.”
Dwayne cupped one of her breasts in each of his hands. Emily’s mouth quivered as he massaged them, using his thumb and forefinger to fondle her nipples. Dwayne slipped his fingers under the top of the bra, and Emily saw her nipples poke over the lace, already firm, dark and full. Dwayne milked her breasts and pulled at her nipples, and her eyes fluttered and closed. She leaned back into him, her lips slightly parted.
“Did you buy these just for me?” asked Dwayne.
Emily nodded into his chest. Dwayne lifted her chin, bending her head back awkwardly, and bent to kiss her hard on the mouth. She stood on her toes and returned the kiss. Dwayne’s hands were back on her breasts, squeezing, cupping, pulling. He was rougher than Justin, and he wasn’t trying to arouse her, he was groping her. Not for her, for him.
And yet she was aroused beyond belief.
Without letting go of her breasts Dwayne suddenly half shoved her over to the wall. Her cheek was pressed against the cold plaster, her ass wantonly facing the room. For anyone to see. She had a shocking image of the room full of men, looking at her, wanting her.
Waiting their turn.
“No, turn around and face me,” said Dwayne. When she turned he said, “Now take off your bra and panties.”
Emily hesitated, then started to step out of her shoes. “Leave those,” ordered Dwayne.
Emily glanced at Justin. She’d already kissed another man, taken him in her mouth, stood by without protest when he had fondled her breasts.
She’d become aroused by another man in front of her own husband.
Being naked was nothing compared to that.
She slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them past her hips, where they fell to the floor.
Being naked was jarring. She shoved her hands between her legs, hiding herself. Her panties were around her ankles; she felt bound in place.
“Now the bra,” said Dwayne.
Emily reached back and undid the clasp, but didn’t let the bra fall right away. Her hands hesitated, slipping it halfway off. Without it, she’d be totally naked.
Inch by inch it slipped down her chest, a slow motion strip tease, driven by some unseen force.
The bra fell to the floor.
Again Emily didn’t know what to do with her hands, at first covering her breasts, then letting them slip to her thighs. She’d never stood naked like this, even in front of Justin.
How weird, the first time for Justin too.
Dwayne bent his knees and lowered himself so that his face was just inches from her crotch. Using just one finger he slowly traced a line from her ankle, around behind her calf, to the front of her thigh. Emily’s knees grew weak as Dwayne poised his hand. He was going to touch her pussy!
But Dwayne just smiled and wrapped his hand around her thigh, his thumb on the inside, his hand so large that his fingers reached all the way around to her ass. With his other hand he repeated the trace on her other leg, grabbing her thigh the same way.
Slowly he twisted his hands in opposite directions, turning Emily’s thighs, opening her like a flower. Emily gasped as she felt herself swell.
“I see you have your own erection,” said Dwayne, with approval. “And you’re wet already. I’ve barely touched you. You must have got like this from sucking on me.”
Emily’s eyes darted to Justin, filled with shame, at her lust, her carnal desire. Before she had a chance to ask for help, to see Justin’s reaction, Dwayne slid his thumbs inward, catching her labia, separating it, pulling it apart.
“Very wet. That’s good, you’re going to need all that lubrication.”
He stood up, taking her hands in his, and in one motion pressed them against the wall over her head. He bent to her face and kissed her hard, his intensity, and her desire for his lips, forcing her eyes away from Justin. Then he stood to his full height, towering over her. Leaving one hand to hold hers against the wall, he dropped his other hand between her legs.
Dwayne raked his finger across her swollen clit.
Emily jumped, or tried to, but she couldn’t go anywhere, she was pinned to the wall. Her body jolted like Dwayne had shocked her with a cattle prod. He did it again, flicking his finger over her clit, and she could feel it engorge, jumping out at him. Over and over Dwayne brushed her clit, not rubbing, more like snaps of his fingers, sharp and fast. Emily moaned and leaned her hips forward.
“Spread your legs,” ordered Dwayne.
She couldn’t resist his demands. Whatever small semblance of control she thought she had was long gone.
Emily started to step
out of the panties which were still around her ankles, but Dwayne stepped on them with his big foot. His fingers flicked again, an incentive to hurry. Emily’s legs spasmed from his touch and her attempts to free herself from her binding panties.
“Show me how much you want it,” said Dwayne. He pressed his finger over her clit, just above her opening.
Emily spread her legs as far as she could, but all that did was force her knees and thighs apart, her lower legs still jammed together. She stopped struggling, at a loss of what to do. Dwayne immediately withdrew his finger and she jerked against the wall like a puppet.
“Show me,” repeated Dwayne.
With a power she didn’t know she had, Emily kicked out her foot, tearing the panties, freeing herself, the panties a representation of her own hidden constraints. She spread her shaking legs, breathing hard from the exertion. And the excitement.
“Wider.”
Emily slid her heels along the floor until she was spread-eagled against the wall, her hands still locked over her head. She was completely, absolutely, totally, in Dwayne’s power.
All at once he shoved a single thick finger into her pussy. Emily gasped. In some way, the penetration with just one finger seemed somehow more decadent than anything that Dwayne had already done to her.
Dwayne withdrew his finger, slippery with her juices. “You’re soaked,” he marveled.
Emily’s eyes flew to Justin, trying to convey without words her inner conflict, her shame. This wasn’t love, it wasn’t right, getting turned on this much by another man. Did Justin understand?
Would Justin know Dwayne was no replacement for him?
Would Justin know she couldn’t help herself?
Justin, say something!
Dwayne wasn’t waiting, he either didn’t see her distress or didn’t care. What he could see was her arousal. He pushed in again, thick fingers, a teasing stretching.
Too late.
She moaned and her hips thrust forward, her body revealing her innermost longing, a signal meant for both men. Dwayne certainly understood. He grabbed her by the ass and easily lifted her up. She yelped, unbalanced, her legs automatically wrapping around him for support, her arms going over his shoulders. In one smooth motion Dwayne lay her on the bed. Quickly he undressed, as if now impatient, as if all his careful progress up to this point had only served to pent up his own desires.
Emily watched every move Dwayne made, how he undid his buttons, how he tossed his shirt aside. He knelt on the bed, pulling her legs apart, his erection pointing at Emily’s pussy. Emily stared at it. It had looked big before, it had felt big in her hands, in her mouth. It was big.
Yet having it poised at the entrance to her pussy, it was more than big, it was monumental, not only in size, but for what it represented.
This is why they were all here. It had all started with the video, Justin wanting Emily to experience the fullness of a huge cock.
Even kneeling on the bed, Dwayne towered over her. “You’re so tiny,” he said. “I’ve never been with a woman as small as you. Let’s see.” He spread his fingers and placed his hand against his own cock, his wrist against his balls, his forefinger pointing upward, like he was measuring. Even with his big hands, the tip of his finger only reached partway up his shaft. With his other hand he took hold of Emily’s wrist and laid it against his shaft from the other direction, both of their hands now alongside his cock, yet their fingers didn’t touch. Emily bent her head to see, her eyes wide in amazement.
“So that means I’ll probably reach to about—,” Dwayne moved Emily’s hand up onto her belly, higher, higher, to her belly button, beyond. “Here.”
Emily pressed her hand flat against her belly, the enormity of it beyond comprehension.
“We’ll need to get you really ready,” said Dwayne. He dropped his head between Emily’s knees. Suddenly embarrassed, Emily pulled her legs together, but Dwayne just laughed, dragging his tongue up her slit. Emily tried to squeeze her legs together tighter, but Dwayne’s head was already there, his arms wrapping under her thighs.
“You taste so good,” he said, and licked her over and over, up and down. Emily covered her face with her arms. She’d never been able to relax doing this, and though Justin had helped her learn to allow herself to be licked, it still often made her cringe.
Yet, perhaps because it wasn’t Justin, perhaps because there was nothing to be ashamed about, perhaps because Dwayne was really good, for the first time in her life she just—accepted.
She opened her legs wider.
She couldn’t bear to look at Justin, so she just kept her eyes closed. She realized that Dwayne was doing this for her, too. Lisa had said as much, that Dwayne was more than the alpha male, that he’d consider her needs. Some of them, anyway.
“I want to fuck you with my tongue. I think I could reach all the way inside you. But I don’t want to ruin your first time,” said Dwayne.
It wasn’t her first time, she thought. Justin had licked her.
Yet not like this.
Dwayne lifted his head, and Emily moaned, her hips coming off the bed, her pussy missing the feel of his mouth. She uncovered her eyes, staring at Dwayne as he knelt over her, his cock pointed at her wet, wide, opening.
She glanced quickly at Justin, to remind herself that he was there. He was still in the chair, his hands on himself. Could he possibly want this as much as she did?
“Go ahead,” said Dwayne.
Emily tentatively reached up and cupped Dwayne’s shaft from underneath, gently milking. It was like she was pulling not only his cock toward her, but coaxing his seed forward. Dwayne shimmied forward on the bed, and now the tip of his cock was just inches from her pussy, even though the rest of his body was still a foot away.
“Rub your clit with it,” said Dwayne.
Dwayne shifted his hips forward, and the head of his cock pressed against her aroused clit. Emily held the shaft, resisting his order. Dwayne jerked his hip upward and his cock jumped in her hands, the head dragging across her clit. That was the start she needed, and Emily began rubbing herself with him, a real live dildo throbbing in her hands.
Emily’s strokes grew longer, up, down, up, down. Her hands moved faster, rubbing her clit with his cock, hearing her own juices. Dwayne edged forward.
Emily groaned, twisting away. “No, no!”
Breathing hard, she looked at Justin. She was shocked to see that he had freed himself from his pants. He was holding his stiff shaft, his eyes wide. She shouldn’t have been surprised, this was the exact fantasy they had both shared. Yet seeing his naked arousal stunned her.
And turned her on as much as anything she had seen or done that evening.
Her husband was so excited seeing her about to have sex that he was jerking off in the same room.
Justin wanted Dwayne to have sex with her. To fuck her.
Without taking her eyes off of Justin she said, “You have to wear a condom.”
“What’s the matter? You don’t think I’m safe?”
Emily reddened. “It’s not that,” she said.
“You’re afraid of getting pregnant?”
Her heart stopped beating, her stomach flipping, turning—like a baby in her belly. The utterly depraved, sinful, wanton thought of being impregnated by another man.
The utterly depraved, sinful, wanton, unbelievably arousing thought of being impregnated.
Emily couldn’t let that happen, yet all she could think about was Dwayne shooting his seed in her.
Even Justin hadn’t done that yet. He’d never come inside her. That would be for him, and him only.
Her little devil said, At least the first time.
Emily fought off the devil, desperately changing the subject. “Lisa said you had a vasectomy.”
Dwayne laughed. “What? And disappoint all those women who want my babies?” He smiled, smug. “I’m going to admit my one weakness. I just can’t refuse a woman who is begging me to make her pregnant.” He shook his head like
he couldn’t believe it himself. “Although after tonight, I may have another weakness, tiny white women.” He glanced over at Justin. “But we all have our demons.”
Emily had to do something. She reached over to her purse on the end table, snapping it open with one hand, digging inside for the condoms she had brought. Just knowing they were there, that she had not only packed a condom, but bought a whole box, made her feel like a slut. She grasped the small package like a life preserver. “Please,” she said.
For a few seconds Dwayne didn’t respond. Was he going to deny her now? Was he going to make her beg?
Was he going to just thrust into her unprotected?
Finally he said, “Put it on me.”
With trembling fingers, Emily tore open the wrapper.
“You seem to have a lot of experience with those,” said Dwayne. “Aren’t you on the pill?”
“No,” she said. “Why?”
“So that means your husband has to use a condom all the time?” Dwayne shook his head sadly. “That’s too bad. Maybe the next time we do this, you’ll change your mind.”
The next time. Dwayne was already thinking about doing it again.
Emily couldn’t face that now, and all another tryst would imply.
She concentrated on the here and now, rolling on the condom.
Or trying to.
The condom wouldn’t make it over the thick bulbous head of Dwayne’s cock. Emily pulled, but to no avail. “These are the extra larges!”
Dwayne laughed. “Not even the magnum size fits. You have to have double extra large.”
“I don’t have any,” said Emily.
Dwayne laughed again. “Don’t worry, Lisa warned me you’d probably want a condom. So I came prepared.” He reached over the bed and rifled through the pocket of his pants. “Here we go.” He dangled a strip of condoms in front of Emily’s face. “Extras, too.”
Emily shyly reached out for the condoms and tore one off the strip. She held the rest of them in her hand for a moment, then placed them on the bedside table. This time she was able to get the condom on Dwayne, who’s cock hadn’t deflated at all during all this.
