by Lainey Fox
Taking her hand, Damien guided Amy his bulge. She started to feel it, exploring the expanse of it. She had never even imagined a cock this large. She had thought John was well-hung as those things went, but he was nothing compared to this. It was like this man was a completely different species.
As Amy began to stroke Damien through is pants, he got more and more aggressive. He pulled her tightly into him, squeezing her ass like he had an obsession. Despite the rawness of his passion, Damien had a practiced way of handling her that signaled experience. But at the same time he was so wild that it felt completely in the moment; not mechanical as John sometimes felt.
“You are too fucking sexy,” Damien remarked. Even though it was an off the cuff compliment, Amy felt a red hotness quivering in her. She knew she would be his by the end of the night.
“I’m gonna make you mine. You gonna like that?” Damien asked, slapping Amy’s ass.
Amy nodded her head, and he pushed her back onto the bed. After taking his shirt off in rough, quick movements, Damien started to undress her too. His movements had a kind of vigor and fury that she had never experienced before.
Once they were both down to their underwear, Damien started kissing her again; first her lips, then her forehead, then her neck. He was moving along down her body, wandering slowly and paying close attention to which parts of her were most sensitive. At each erogenous spot he spent time teasing and lingering bit before moving on. Eventually, his head was between her thighs. Amy had never liked for John to eat her out. It made her self-conscious and gross. But this man was there without asking. He knew that she wanted it so badly that her self-consciousness couldn’t stop her now. He lapped her up, and each stroke of his tongue made her feel like she was somewhere else entirely.
She could feel one of his large fingers teasing her, rubbing slowly around her without ever going exactly where she wanted him to. He knew how to work her over. Amy knew he would make her beg.
Damien’s tongue was working harder and harder and Amy was gasping for breath. He could tell she was stifling her moans and Damien picked up the pace. He became even more precise in his ministrations as he listened to her body and played it like an instrument.
Sensing his new lover was close to climax, Damien moved his head out from between her thighs. He pulled her to the end of the bed and slid out of his briefs. When his cock emerged it cut through the air with an almost audible sound. It was huge and thick and gorgeous, almost as long as one of her forearms. It was only a foot or two away from her face, and it was already rock hard.
“Let me see you work this cock.” He commanded.
Amy had given John plenty of blowjobs, even fancying herself pretty good at it. But then again she had a much smaller package to work with. She had no idea how she was going to fit his cock in her mouth.
“I… I don’t know if I can,” she said with apprehension.
“You can,” Damien smiled. “Trust me. Just touch it at first. Get comfortable.”
Amy did as commanded and started touching it. It felt alive between her fingers; like it had a will of its own. She began to stroke the shaft of it, slowly at first. Her own sex grew wet from the feeling of the enormous cock in her palms.
“Kiss it.” He commanded.
Slowly, Amy moved her face closer, preparing herself for the enormity of the task ahead. She gently placed a little peck on the tip of his cock, and it throbbed when she did.
“Good girl.” Damien said, causing Amy’s pussy to throb in response. “Now I want you to suck on it.”
“It’s too big.” She still protested.
“Then just try the tip at first,” Damien suggested.
Amy opened her mouth as wide as she could, feeling a little embarrassed at her gaping jaw; but as his thick, meaty cock started to work its way into her mouth, electricity shot all up and down her body. She was overwhelmed with a desire to fuck and suck this big black cock with her mouth. Amy licked the tip with her tongue before taking the bulbous head between her lips. It filled her mouth almost completely.
“Can you take more?” Damien urged.
A sheepish nod was all Amy could answer with since the tip of his cock was still in her mouth. Damien pushed it a little further in, and she started to gag a little. She pulled her head back off of it, a little rattled.
“Sorry!” She said, disappointed in herself.
“Don’t be. That was fucking gorgeous,” Damien reassured her. “A little white princess like you, coming to grips with my huge fucking cock. You liked that, didn’t you?”
She nodded, turning bright red.
Damien smiled his wicked smile. “Then do it again.”
Amy took a moment to regain her composure before she put her lips back to the tip. He put his hands on her head, but he let her take her time to work more of it into her mouth. She slid her lips up and down on the tip for a little bit, and then tried to take it deeper. Amy gagged again, but as she did, Damien let out a loud moan which filled her with ecstasy.
She bobbed her head a bit, struggling more and more, but as his moans grew more enthusiastic she started to enjoy the feeling of choking on his cock. Damien started to move of his own volition, holding her head in place. Amy didn’t know who was giving and who was receiving at this point, but she didn’t care.
With her hands on his thighs, Amy attempted to brace herself as the big black cock entered and exited her lips over and over. Damien fucked her mouth, thrusting more and more of his meat into her with each stroke. Amy didn’t know how much more she could take when Damien finally pulled his length completely from her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, smacking her ass roughly.
“Are you ready to take it?” He asked.
Amy flushed completely red and her body felt like it was on fire. At this point, she had gone behind John’s back and sucked another man’s much bigger, much blacker cock, but she hadn’t let him enter her yet. She hadn’t technically crossed the point of no return. But she really wanted to, and knew it was inevitable.
“Yes. Please,” she whimpered.
Damien took Amy in his arms and they went down to the bed together. He spread her legs and kissed her between them one last time before moving his cock to her entrance. He teased her pussy with the head of his member. She could feel bolts of pleasure shoot through her with every motion he made.
She had no idea how she was going to take it all, and only knew that she was going to try. The though of being taken, being fucked and controlled by this bull of a man was intoxicating. His chest rippled with muscles, and she could feel a heat emanating from him that she had never experienced with another man.
Damien started to slide his cock inside her, and she braced herself. As he pushed himself in, she could feel the girth of it. His cock was even thicker than she had expected it to be. The colossal cock was worming its way inside her and filling her up completely. Amy pussy stretched and struggled to contain the girth, she thought it might split her in half.
“Can you handle it?” He asked, sounding cocky and completely sure of himself.
Pleasure shocks rattled around in Amy’s brain at the sound of his voice. She realized that if she wasn’t careful she would completely lose her willpower around this man. That eventually he’d be able to do whatever he wanted with her.
“I think so... Just go slow... Please.” She was embarrassed to make that kind of request, but she had to. If he gave it his all too soon, she might break.
“Don’t worry.” He said. “I’ll go nice and slow before I make you mine.”
It wasn’t long before he was pumping into her, fully and deeply. Amy wasn’t sure how she was able to handle the entirety of that cock, but her body somehow accommodated. She wrapped her legs around the pumping man, ensuring he was always thrusting completely into her. He was rabid, a demon, but he fulfilled a craving in her that she had never explored before.
Flipping Amy over, Damien came at her from behind. She normally didn’t like fucking doggy style
, but as he slapped her ass she took a profound pleasure from the way he was making her bounce. He would moan and yell and have his way with her, being able to intuitively feel what was setting her off the best. She started to give over to the fireworks going off inside her, to the animal lust that was making her insane.
“More! More!” She cried out. “Fuck me with your enormous black cock!”
Amy had never dirty talk during sex either. But Damien was brining out sides of Amy that she didn’t know existed. She was moaning and screaming as loud as she could to get more and more of what she wanted; in turn surrendering more and more to his gigantic black cock.
With the coming orgasm, Amy’s head was going light. She was barely conscious of anything now, other than the throbbing of him inside her. She could feel the blood pumping hard in his cock as he pushed in and out of her over and over. He was hitting the deepest parts of her and not stopping. Amy could feel the lust welling up inside her.
Damien was dragging things out, making her ache, not giving her what she really wanted until she was begging for it.
“I know you want to cum,” Damian chuckled. “I’ll make you cum until you can’t stand it any longer, but you have to ask for it, beg for it.”
Amy didn’t even take a second thought before responding. “I’m yours. I need your cock to make me cum.” She begged. “Please, don’t stop fucking me.”
Damien pounded away at her in ways she knew John would never be able to. He found the innermost parts of her and brought them screaming to the surface with each stroke of his cock. He was fucking her on an entirely new level, and she could feel it disconnecting and reconnecting her nerves into new patterns of pleasure she had never conceived of before. When Damien’s impossibly large cock pulsed and shot wave after wave of cum deep within her, Amy’s body shook in orgasm after orgasm. The sensations were so intense that they soon blended together into one long stream of bliss.
Gasping for air and covered in sweat, Amy collapsed onto the bed. Damien had pulled his length from her, leaving only his sticky cum behind as evidence. He had thoroughly fucked Amy, making her feel every inch of him. Basking in the aftermath, she felt alive for the first time. She knew she would have to go home and face her husband and children with a dark secret but she was revitalized in a way she had never been before.
Amy could see herself being with this man again and again. She could feel deep in her body somewhere that she was already addicted to him. She knew it was bad, she knew it was wrong, but there was no way she could help herself now. She would keep coming back for more and more. She was his.
Next Steps
After they both recovered Damien took Amy for a drive around LA. He was sweet, and capable of showing her a good time in more than just sexual ways. The purr of the engine reminded her of the rush of blood she had felt pressed against him. She could feel herself getting wet again, and she wondered if he noticed.
He turned to her and smiled. He had noticed. It was uncanny, the way he could already read her. There was a darkness to it that threatened to consume her whole. Looking between his legs Amy could see that Damien was getting hard again. He kept glancing over, stealing looks at Amy’s figure.
Amy squeezed her legs together in anticipation as Damien pulled off to the side of the street they were on. It was past sunset and the neighborhood was relatively quiet. The alley was dark and secluded enough that Amy didn’t feel exposed. Damien ran a hand through Amy’s hair, placing it behind one of her ears. He kissed her gently.
“Are you in the mood again?” He asked.
Amy only nodded in response.
“Me too. In case you couldn’t already tell,” Damien gestured to the obvious bulge as he spoke.
Their gazes both shifted to the growing silhouette in his pants. She still wondered how it was possible for a cock to be so large, and marveled at the fact that she had taken it inside of her. It had consumed her from the inside, pumping ecstasy straight into her veins. And here it was once again; ready to do the same thing.
She could see that he was ready to take her there in the alley. That he would soon enough be able to take her whenever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He would soon on coming to her house fucking her in her own bed. And she already knew that she was his, and that she would let him. She was irresistibly in his clutches now.
A wave of guilt rushed over her as she realized something. She was turned on by the idea that John would catch her. She wanted John to know, to watch. Amy wanted John to see the kind of pleasure Damien could bestow upon her, how her body belonged to him. She wanted to see his face, watch him stroke his cock as the big black dick filled her with cum. Amy wanted to feel his strong seed pumping inside her, changing her, pumping new life into her.
“What are you thinking?” Damien asked, unbuttoning his pants.
“I want John to know, to watch,” she answered frankly.
Damien, for the first time that night, was speechless.
“I want John to see what you do to me. The pleasure you give me, the cum you fill me with,” Amy continued. “When you’re done fucking me I want him to see the seed dripping from my cunt.”
Damien smiled as he released his cock from its prison. The member sprung to life, swaying in the evening air. It was somehow even larger than before. Amy smiled before leaning over and taking it between her lips. She couldn’t wait for John to see her do this.
Her Husband Watches:
Going Black 2
Book 2 of Her Husband Watches: Going Black
By Lainey Fox
Copyright © 2015 by Laney Fox
& Scarlet Lantern Publishing
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language.
All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
His Control
Amy sat at the kitchen table, a hot coffee between her fingers. Sunlight spilled through the windows, drenching everything in shades of rouge and violet. It was half past dawn and Amy hadn’t sleep. She’d spent the night tossing and turning, her mind raging between thoughts of her new lover Damien and the guilt she felt. She still hadn’t told her husband about her affair.
John slept quietly in the upstairs bed. Amy’s insomniac tendencies often went unnoticed by him. He would wake up after a long night’s sleep fully rested and ready to take on the day. Amy, on the other hand, needed a bit of liquid energy to get through the day. Taking a sip of her coffee, Amy though of the other night with Damien. Her daydream fantasy made her shudder with pleasure. Goosebumps ran up and down her spine. She needed to calm herself before her husband woke up.
She decided to draw a bath to take her mind off things. Once the tub was full, she dropped her pajamas and stepped inside. The water warmed her aching muscles. She’d had sex for so long the other night that she was unable to bend to pick up a sock off the floor. It was a constant reminder of her evening with Damien. No matter how hard she tried, Amy’s mind kept returning to the events of the previous night.
That evening she once again had plans with Damien. Amy told John there was a book club meeting and that she wouldn’t be home until late. Knowing John, he wouldn’t wait up. In fact, he didn’t even bat an eyelash when she told him over dinner. It was already close to seven o’clock, and she knew she’d spend several hours with Damien. He was a gentleman, teasing her to climax multiple times over the love making sessions
Amy got to Damien’s in a matter of minutes. The night was still young, and she’d been able to fool John, for now. The drive was almost too long to bare. She had to resist the urge to touch herself on the way over. She was already wet from thoughts of Damien. He greeted her in the doorway, warm light and music spilled onto the front steps. T
he interior of his house was bursting with life. Paintings lined the walls, as did statues from folklore stories. They were painted brilliant colors and the busts came with varying numbers arms and legs. Amy drove herself crazy imagining dozens of hands all over her body.
Damien had offered her a drink but she didn’t want to wait any longer. Instead of answering Damien, she closed the gap between them. He kissed her hard on the mouth, moving down her cheek to her neck, eventually reaching her collarbone; Amy’s neck was her most sensitive spot. Damien was careful to avoid leaving a mark on her, which could be difficult. He enjoyed biting the back of her neck and her lower back. Though Amy’s skin was fairly pale, she didn’t bruise easy. The only pink on her body was her cheeks, which were constantly flushed. That night, her lover was in rare form.
