Swap Meets (Volume 1): A 13 Book Excite Spice Hotwife MEGA Bundle (Excite Spice Boxed Sets)

by Selena Kitt

  “She’s probably having a hard time dealing with a real man’s hand on her arm while she has to look at the nobody she’s with,” the man said. “Now give me your wallet, Romeo.”

  Thomas reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed it to the man, who let go of Claire’s arm to take it. Claire wondered briefly what would happen if she tried to run but the man stuffed the wallet into his pocket and grabbed her arm again. “Come on, Romeo,” he said as he pulled Claire deeper into the Alley.

  “You’ve got our money. What the hell do you want?”

  The man let go of Ginny’s arm and said, “I want some time, Romeo.” He turned to Claire. “Don’t get any ideas, Juliet. I can pull the trigger and turn Romeo into a memory before you’d make it out of the Alley.” Claire gulped as he let go of her arm and motioned to the wall. “Go stand there, Romeo.”

  “We won’t chase after you. We won’t go to the police,” Thomas said.

  “That’s awful nice of you, Princess,” the man said. “But I still think I better tie you up.” Thomas walked to where the man had indicated and stood. The man looked around and then stepped over to a dumpster. There was a vacuum with a broken handle right next to it. He grabbed the cord from its holder and produced a knife so quickly that Claire had no idea where it came from. Two quick flashed of the blade severed the cord from the machine and divided it into two lengths. Claire watched as he put the knife in his pocket and a moment later he had the gun back in his hand.

  The next two or three minutes were scary as the man turned Thomas around and used one of the lengths of cord to bind his wrists behind his back. Then, he turned him back around and made him sit against the wall. He bound his ankles the same way and then said, “Come over here, little lady.”

  Claire swallowed hard and stepped toward the man. He turned her around, as he’d done to her husband, and Thomas said, “You don’t have to tie her up. She won’t leave me, so you’ll still have time to get away.”

  The man laughed. “I don’t want time to get away Romeo,” he said. “I want time with Juliet.” A moment later, Claire felt a horrible yank and a terrifying tearing sound. It took her a moment to realize the man had torn the back of her dress from her shoulders to her ass. “No bra,” the man said. “That’s a good start.” Claire was shocked by the way he’d torn her dress and evidently Thomas was as well because his eyes opened wide in fear and he opened his mouth to speak. The man cut him off. “Don’t say a word Romeo. Shut your mouth and you both get through this except she’ll probably never want a little girl like you once she’s had a man like me.”

  The fear and familiar insecurity grew in Thomas’s eyes. The man chuckled, and Claire felt another hard yank as her tattered dress came off her shoulders and fell to her feet. She gasped, and Thomas looked miserable. The man reached for her, and Claire began flailing her arms at him. He laughed and said, “You don’t want to get hurt, Juliet. You really don’t want me to satisfy my curiosity. See, a .38 is a nice gun but I’m not sure if it would chip the wall after tearing through Romeo’s chest. In fact, I’m not even sure it would make out. I think it would probably get lodged in his spine but who knows? Maybe it would hit the wall.”

  Claire froze and stared at the man and then at Thomas. She could feel the cold air flowing over her body, and the chill seemed appropriate, horribly appropriate. Thomas looked devastated and even more devastated when the man reached out and grabbed her breast. He was rough but even with the roughness, Claire felt a crazy burst of arousal. She managed to suppress a moan and even managed to keep her face from betraying the physical response. She forced herself to wince so Thomas would see it. The man squeezed both breasts and pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt. Oddly, Claire still had to fight back aroused responses, and she realized she was fighting them back just for Thomas.

  The man grabbed her wrist with one hand and slapped her ass hard with the other. She yelped from the spank and only barely managed to keep the unexpected moan that threatened to come out next from escaping her lips. When the man brought her hand to his pants and roughly shoved it inside, though, she wasn’t able to disguise her surprise. She was able to immediately close her mouth, which had opened in shock. “Rub, bitch!” the man commanded and began moving her wrist. She stared at Thomas. He’d noted her surprise, and he noted that she didn’t seem too resistant to obeying the man’s command.

  “I bet you’ve never had a cock this big, have you, Juliet?” Claire couldn’t help herself, and as she stroked inside the man’s pants she briefly shook her head before she caught herself and stopped. She shot a worried look at Thomas and the expression on his face was one of utter devastation. It wasn’t hard at all for her to change her look to one of distress after seeing Thomas’s face. She stared at her husband and tried to make sure it seemed like the only reason she was still stroking the man was that he had no choice in the matter. Thomas’s eyes were staring fixedly at the man’s crotch and the way his jeans moved with every one of her strokes.

  She felt cruel as hell but it was impossible not to be fascinated by the size of the thing. He was fucking huge! She did her best to avoid making her arousal too obvious, and the big man inadvertently helped when he said, “Tell Romeo what you think of my cock.” She immediately stopped stroking in shock and turned to him with horror. “Come on, Juliet. Tell him how much bigger my cock is than his little pee pee.”

  Claire shook her head violently. That was too much! She stared at Thomas, and his look of absolute humiliation was like a punch in the gut. The man laughed. “Okay, then,” he said. “I guess we’ll just have to show him.”

  Thomas’s eyes opened wide in horror and Claire’s did the same but she realized as she opened her mouth in shock and opened her eyes as well that her look of horror was all for her husband’s benefit. As humiliating as it was for him, she wanted to see that dick. She really wanted to see it. It was unnaturally large, and it grew in response to her stroking, it was almost impossible move her hand because of how tight his jeans became. She managed to keep the horrified expression though, and when he yanked her hand out of his pants and pushed her to her knees, she even managed to try to fight with him. He didn’t threaten this time but simply swatted her hands away without a thought. She stared at him and then at Thomas. The look on Thomas’s face was filled with humiliation. She realized the big man had succeeded in playing with his insecurities. He was less concerned with what Claire might be forced to do than he was that she’d enjoy it more than she enjoyed sex with her husband. Tears rose up and then flowed freely down her cheeks.

  As if the big man knew exactly how to twist the knife, he didn’t drop his pants just then. Instead, Claire watched, her mind filling with sympathy, as he leaned down, grabbed Thomas’ jeans, and yanked them down to his thighs. A moment later, Thomas’s underwear as there as well, and the big man began to laugh. “Oh fuck!” he said. “Can you even feel that thing when it’s in you?” The tears grew worse. Thomas had nothing at all to be ashamed of in that department but she knew her husband was very insecure about his size. It was porn, probably. It made men with normal sized dicks think they were tiny, but Thomas was actually bigger than any boyfriends she’d had before she married him. It was so crazy to know the man was going to force himself on her, that she was naked on the ground, and her biggest problem was how it might make Thomas feel, whether the humiliation would be too much and she wouldn’t be able to reassure him afterward.

  The big man laughed. He grabbed Claire and moved her so she knelt right in front of her husband’s bound ankles. Jesus! He was going to do this right in front of him! It had to be too much, even with Thomas’s remarkable capacity to bounce back from emotional devastation. The big man laughed and she turned to look at him but as she turned, he smacked her face.

  Well, more accurately, the fucking baseball bat between his legs smacked against her face.

  She stared in shock. The man wasn’t big. He was enormous. He was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen
before, life or in porn movies, and she’d seen plenty of porn movies. She couldn’t help but whisper a stunned, “Oh my God,” and when she heard Thomas let out a miserable wordless whimper, she began sobbing more loudly. It was so damned hard to be turned on while Thomas was humiliated, and so damned hard to want whatever the big man was planning to give her right in front of her husband.

  Thomas shouted, “Leave her alone!” but it only seemed to encourage the assailant. He grabbed her hand, and while she wept at her husband’s humiliation he made her stroke him. Thomas kept shouting and she kept weeping but when the big man grabbed the back of her head and used her own hand to guide the thing to her lips, she couldn’t help but open up automatically as her will to cry left her in an overwhelming rush of need. Thomas stopped shouting as she began sucking, feeling horrible that she couldn’t even find a way to pretend the man was forcing her to move her head. The real saving grace was that the man was so damned big that she couldn’t help but wince uncomfortably with how widely she had to open up as she moved her lips and her hand together and still only managed to get about three-quarters of the mushroom head in her mouth. Then, she screwed up big time and without thinking about it lifted up her other hand. Thomas whimpered again and she felt the tears threatening to burst out one more time.

  But she didn’t stop, moving both hands along the impossibly large shaft as she just barely managed to get the entire head past her lips. She felt such a surge of triumph, she couldn’t suppress a moan, and then her eyes opened wide in mortification. The big man chuckled and said, “If you had a real cock, Romeo, you could make her your slut, too.” Thomas whimpered but Claire couldn’t react at the moment because she was dealing with that word, slut. It had filled her with stinging humiliation but at the same time felt almost like a vibrator on her clit so that she sucked more aggressively, not able to get any more depth but moving her tongue as much as the limited space in her mouth would allow. The man moaned, and even though she knew it was humiliating for her husband, Claire couldn’t help but moan in response. Damn! It was crazy enough pleasing a man other than her husband but doing it right in front of him? Doing it and enjoying it so that her husband’s humiliation had to be unbearable?

  It was hard not to feel like a horrible wife but at this point it was unthinkable that she stop. The mugger stopped for her, though. He pushed her backward until his cock popped out of her mouth with a loud smack. She started to lean forward again but a moment later she was up in the air and then back down, this time on her hands and knees, staring directly at Thomas’s devastated face. It was too much! She started sobbing again. Thomas yelled at the mugger as she wept.

  And then she stopped.

  She stopped and both her eyes and her mouth flew open wide. Deep within her it built and she fought with every fiber of her being but it was useless. Her diaphragm contracted and forced the air over her vocal chords and even though she managed to keep the volume soft, there was no way to keep the long, moan from escaping, and there was no way to hide the pleasure in that moan. She clamped her mouth shut and tried to make it more of a squeal, like there hadn’t been a moan at all. Thomas looked devastated, so she worked hard to maintain that expressionless face, to pretend like nothing had happened at all.

  That was pretty impossible because her cunt was stretched beyond anything he’d ever experienced, and the mugger was fucking her hard. It was glorious. It was glorious even if she was naked in an alley staring at the horribly humiliated face of her husband, and it was glorious even if the man had waved a gun and threatened both of them. She couldn’t help it. She let out a moan and then a louder moan. She felt both of the mugger’s hands on her tits and realized he’d put down the gun but she still moaned and then cried out, “Fuck! Yes!”

  Her husband looked like she’d smacked him.

  “God! I’m sorry baby! Fuck Yes! God! No! Sorry! Oh Fuck! Yes! Fuck me!” She could see tears forming in her husband’s eyes and she cried out, “No, Baby! No! I’m sorry!” but by now she was slamming her ass back against the mugger as he fucked her.

  “You love my big cock, don’t you, bitch?”

  “Oh fuck yes!” Claire cried. “I mean no! No! Sorry, Baby! Fuck! Fuck me!”

  “It’s bigger than Romeo’s, isn’t it, bitch?”

  “Oh God, yes! So much fucking big—” She gulped. “I can’t tell!” she screamed. She looked at Thomas, and through the haze of lust she could see the hurt in his eyes.

  “Liar,” the man laughed. “Say it.”

  “Fuck!” She let out a long moan and shook at her first orgasm hit her. “Fuck yes! Fuck!”

  He slapped her ass hard. “Say it!”

  “Fuck! Your cock is so big. It’s so big. It’s bigger than anything!”

  He spanked her again as pleasure flowed through her. “Say it!”

  “It’s big! It’s so fucking big!”

  Another spank landed and he said, “Tell your husband, whore!”

  “Jesus! Tommy! He’s so damned big! It’s so good!” She caught herself and shouted, “I mean I hate it! Jesus! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  “You could never make Juliet the whore I can make her, Romeo. You like my cock better, don’t you!”

  “Fuck me!” She saw that tears were actively streaming down her husband’s cheeks now but as another orgasm exploded over the top of the first, she screamed, “Oh God! So fucking good!”

  “My cock’s better than his, isn’t it?”

  “Fuck!”

  “Say it! Tell him my cock’s better and you’re my whore.”

  She resisted but then it seemed like another orgasm exploded over her again and she cried out, “He’s so much bigger, Tommy! He’s so much better! Fuck! I’m his whore, baby! I’m his whore!” As she said it, she felt horrible guilt but she couldn’t help herself. The orgasms kept coming. “So much bigger, Tommy! He’s so much fucking better!” She couldn’t believe how easily the words came to her. The mugger began spanking her. “Yeah, Romeo. She’s my whore now. She’s my whore.”

  “Fuck yes!” Claire cried. “I’m your fucking whore! I’m your slut!” The spanks hurt like hell but somehow they just made the orgasm or orgasms explode harder. . She looked down at Thomas’s cock. Despite the humiliation, he was hard as a rock. “God, Tommy,” she moaned. “You’re so much smaller than him.” She couldn’t believe the viciousness of her words but she added, “It’s like I’ve never been fucked before!”

  As humiliating as it was for Thomas, his cock looked so damned hard that it had to hurt, and she stared at it as the big man behind her continued to slam in hard. “Look at that pathetic little twig,” he shouted. “Your man is worthless.”

  “Fuck me! Jesus!” Claire cried. “Fuck me with your big cock! Fuck me!” She couldn’t believe how easily the words flowed but the big man seemed to slow down. “No!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”

  He stopped moving and slapped her ass.

  “Tommy’s cock is worthless!” she screamed. “Fuck me with a good cock! Fuck me!” The man began moving and she avoided looking at her husband’s face as she shouted, “Your cock is so much better! Don’t stop! Oh, Jesus! He’s worthless. I can’t even feel his cock!” With every horrible thing she said, the huge man fucked her harder and faster, and she let out a string of terrible phrases until she was staring at Tommy, who looked pale and miserable. She couldn’t stop and kept up the derision, even shouting, “God! I wish you could satisfy me like he does, Tommy!”

  The man laughed and Tommy let out a strangled cry. “Tell me you’ll do anything I want you to do.”

  “I will!”

  “Tell me you’re my whore.”

  “I am! Fuck! I’m your whore! I’m your little slut!”

  “Romeo could never get you to be his whore.”

  “No! No! I’m your whore! I’m just your whore! I’m your slut! I’m yours!”

  The man laughed and said, “Has she ever begged you for cum, Romeo? With that little cocktail weenie you call a cock, I’m sure sh
e hasn’t.”

  “Oh God!” Claire cried. “Give me your cum! Please! Give your little slut her cum!”

  The man laughed and said, “Tell him about it, bitch.”

  She looked at her husband. She felt a jolt of horror at his expression but not nearly enough horror to stop. “I want his cum, Tommy! I want it like I’ve never wanted yours! I want it bad! I need it! I’ve never needed yours. I’ve never felt like this. I never could with your tiny dick!”

  The man pulled out of her suddenly and she turned her head to see thick ropes of cum spurting from his cock. “Fuck! Yes!” she cried at it splashed over her ass and pooled right at the top of the cleft. She reached behind and scooped some up with her fingers, and more sprayed over her hand as she did.

  She brought her hand to her mouth, and the mugger turned her hand so that she was looking directly at Thomas as her fingers slipped past her lips. She sucked and licked as she stared at him, and even though the devastation over his features was complete, she couldn’t keep from sucking on her fingers and then licking at the semen that had splashed over the rest of her hand. She moaned as she did and went back to the small of her back for a second helping. “You’re my whore,” the big man said. Claire didn’t respond this time but just kept sucking on her fingers as she moaned. When the big man added, “And your man is my bitch,” she found herself nodding as she sucked.