Chapter 2: Changing Room Tryst
Hannah felt the grip on her wrists slacken as the stranger let her go, one of his hands reaching for the front of his tight trucks as he stared down at her.
She stood there, her breath rapid, chest rising and falling as she watched him, unable and unwilling to look away as he tugged them over his hips slightly, reaching inside and pulling out his thick, long black cock.
Hannah’s eyes widened at the sight of it, her pussy clenching as she took in the size of him. He was atleast 8-9 inches long but it was the girth that made her mouth go dry. The thick, veiny shaft was already leaking a clear pre-cum, the glistening head a deep purple, the slit oozing with precum. She could see the way his cock pulsed, the veins standing out prominently against his dark skin, the head swollen with arousal.
With his free hand he reached up again, returning to maul and squeeze at Hannah’s heavy tits as he start to slowly stroke his cock harder in his big hand.
Hannah watched transfixed as he began to pleasure himself, his hand slowly moving up and down his thick, long shaft, his grip tight, the sound of his hand moving over his skin filling the small cubicle.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching as she watched him, her body responding to the sight of him pleasuring himself to her body, her nipples hardening even more as he continued to grope and squeeze her.
She felt a thrill at being so objectified, this stranger so turned on by her body that he couldn't help but touch himself, and she couldn't help but watch, her body betraying her as her pussy grew wetter, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He was so confident, so sure of himself, and it was intoxicating. She had never been with a man like this before, one who took what he wanted without hesitation, who saw something he liked and just went for it.
She could feel her body growing warmer, her skin flushing as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest as he mind began to race with forbidden thoughts.
The way he was looking at her, the way he was touching himself, it was all so raw, so unfiltered, and it made her feel dirty, depraved, and she loved it.
She couldn’t help but start to think about what a cock that big would feel like, so thick and heavy in her hand, she wouldn’t even get her fingers around it.
She had never seen a black cock in real life and this strangers was perfect, a real man’s cock. So hard , so thick, so *alive* with the way it pulsed in his hand. The veins stood out like ropes on his shaft, the head swollen and leaking precum.
She found herself wanting to touch it, to reach out and wrap her fingers around the thick, veiny flesh, but she held back, her hands still at her sides, her body trembling with anticipation.
She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as he continued to stroke himself in front of her. It’s like he could read her mind, could sense the affect he was having on her because he stopped stroking, reaching out and grabbing her wrist with his free hand.
He held eye contact with her, his gaze intense and commanding as he slowly started to guide her hand towards his cock.
Hannah didn’t resist, didn’t try and pull away, silently allowing him to take control as he watched for her reaction.
She felt the bulbous head of his cock graze against her palm, hot and wet and she gasped, her eyes flicking down to watch as he guided her hand to wrap around the thick shaft.
She didn’t close her fingers immediately, looking back up at him, almost challengingly.
“I’m not going to touch you,” Hannah said, her voice slightly shaky, but firm, her willpower barley holding on as she looked at him defiantly.
He smiled as she felt him start to close his hand around hers, forcing her fingers to wrap around the thick, veiny shaft.
His grip was firm, letting her know who was in charge here and she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement course through her at being made to touch him. It felt so wrong, so dirty, but it was also so fucking hot.
He growled low in his throat, a sound of approval as he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrap around his cock.
Hannah looked down again, her eyes widening slightly. It was so surreal, seeing her own hand wrapped around a huge black cock. A feeling of shame and excitment washed over her as she felt the stranger start to slowly rock his hips, feeling the thick length start to slide through her hand.
She had never felt a cock like this before, so fucking thick and hard and she couldn’t help but tighten her grip slightly, feeling the veins pulse against her palm.
She could feel the pre-cum leaking from the head, making her hand slick and wet, the smell of sex filling the small cubicle as he continued to rock his hips, fucking her hand slowly.
Hannah’s breath hitched in her throat as she watched, her pussy throbbing with need as she felt the power of this stranger’s cock in her hand. She could feel her own arousal growing, her panties soaked as she continued to watch him, her body betraying her.
The stranger slowly moved his hand away, Hannah feeling the full weight of his cock for the first time, the heat and power of it.
She knew she should stop now he’d moved his hand but she found that she was now instinctively stroking him in time with his hip movement, her hand moving up and down his thick, veiny shaft, her grip tight, her fingers barely able to meet around his girth.
Her hand looked even smaller than normal, tiny in comparison to the thick, heavy cock she was now stroking.
She bit her lip, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she continued to move her hand, slowly stroking him, her eyes fixed on the way it pulsed and throbbed in response to her touch.
Her wedding and engagement rings glinted from the overhead lightening as she started to stroke him faster and harder, her grip tightening as felt a pant of guilt at what she was doing.
She hadn’t encouraged this but she certainly hadn’t stopped it either, and now here she was, in a hotel changing cubicle, jerking off a stranger’s huge black cock.
The stranger watched her, his dark eyes intense and hungry as he reached up, grabbing and squeezing one of tits hard, causing Hannah to gasp and moan.
She could feel her pussy literally dripping, her panties soaked through, the wetness making her clit throb painfully as she watched her hand drift up and down his length.
She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t give him the satisfaction, so instead she focused on his perfect cock, a mix of shame and awe coursing through her.
Maybe she could make him cum all over her tits, that would be fucking hot she thought to herself. She’d never done anything like this before but in that moment she felt so fucking slutty, so desired and deep down she was loving it, despite the dull pang of guilt in her stomach.
Hannah had just started to stroke him faster when she heard the heavy wooden door creaking open again, the quiet of the changing room now suddenly filled with the sound of voices and laughter as multiple people entered.
She froze, her hand still wrapped around the thick, slightly pulsing shaft. The sound of other people entering was like a slap in the face, forcing her back to the reality of her situation.
She was a faithful, married women whose eyes had never wondered, she’d never even though about cheating but all it had taken was a few cocktails and being horny and here she was, stroking the biggest cock she’d even seen in her life, in a public changing room.
She looked up at the stranger, her eyes wide, slightly panicked as she removed her hand from his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She’d expected him to stop, to back off now that they weren’t alone, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached out, placing his large, strong hands on both her hips and urging her to turn around.
“What are you doing?” She hissed, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal, drowned out by the chatting and laughing.
She tried to resist but he was so strong, so forceful that she suddenly found herself facing the back wall of the changing rooms, the strangers hand now on her shoulder, encouraging her to bend over.
“You can’t,” she hissed again, attempting to turn back round but instead falling forward, bending at the waist as her hands instinctively reached out to brace herself on the wooden bench below her.
She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock and fear as she watched the stranger, his dark eyes filled with hunger and desire as he looked down at her, his hand reaching to grab and squeeze her juicy ass that was pushed out on full display to him.
“Stop” Hannah mouthed at him silently, her body trembling slightly, her heart race, breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew what he wanted, knew what was about to happen and it was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time, making her wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
With other people in the changing rooms now she could stop this anytime she wanted but she didn’t want. She wanted him to take her, to use her the fucking slut she clearly was.
She liked the idea that he could do whatever he wanted with her, that he could fuck her like she was nothing more than a dirty little whore. The thought made her pussy clench, her wetness dripping down her thighs, her panties soaked through.
She could pretend like she was fighting him, struggle and resist, secretly wanting him to restrain her, pin her down and take her the way a man should. This was a real man after all and he had the cock size to prove it, she wanted to feel vulnerable, helpless and used, forced to take his cock like a good little white slut.
Hannah made to push herself up but he roughly forced her down again and she gasped at his strength and power, it was intoxicating.
“I’m married,” Hannah protested weakly but he didn’t respond, instead she felt him grab the back of her bikini, pulling the gusset aside to expose her soaking wet slit.
She felt the cool air meet with the warm, wetness of her pussy, causing her to shudder, feeling her face burn with embarrassment and shame, knowing he could see how wet and swollen her pussy was.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she braced herself, her hands gripping the wooden bench tightly, waiting for the inevitable.
The stranger didn't waste any time, his hands squeezing and mauling her ass cheeks, spreading them apart to get a better view of her pussy. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her, and it made her feel so fucking dirty, so exposed.
He growled, his voice low and thick with desire as he ran a finger along her slit, causing her to gasp and moan, bucking slightly, her pussy clenching at the touch.
He chuckled, a deep, dirty sound that sent shivers down her spine as he continued to explore her, his finger circling her clit, making her squirm and moan.
“That isn’t for you,” Hannah whispered breathily, her eyes fluttering closed and groaning as she felt him push a thick finger inside her, her pussy clenching around the intrusion.
Hannah could only moan in response, her body betraying her as she felt her hips start to move in time with his hand, fucking herself on his finger.
She could hear the wet, squelching sound of her pussy as he continued to finger her, the sound of her own arousal filling the small cubicle, making her feel even more exposed and dirty.
“You can’t do this to me,” Hannah whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt him add another finger, stretching her tight pussy causing her to groan involuntarily., “It’s so wrong,” she added.
He didn’t answer her, instead he just chuckled darkly, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down her spine as she felt him pull his finger from her pussy, the feeling of emptiness making her whimper like a needy slut.
Hannah immediately felt his hard cock pressing against her ass, the thick head being guided between her legs, flinching slightly as she felt the swollen tip press against her wet, swollen lip, the tip of his cock slick with his precum as he started to push forward.
The bulbous head of his cock pushed against her tight, slick entrance, the pressure making her gasp and moan, her pussy clenching at the sensation of his cockhead pressing against her.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible as she felt him push forward, the pressure of his cockhead slowly breaking through her tightness.
She could feel her body yielding to him, her pussy slowly starting to stretch as the thick, veiny head of his cock started to force inside, the sensation both painful and pleasurable, making her moan and whimper
He felt huge, bigger than anything she had ever taken before, and she could feel her body tensing, struggling to accommodate his size.
She gripped the bench tighter, her knuckles turning white as he continued to push forward, one hand on her hip, the other guiding himself inside of her.
Hannah let out a whimper as she felt the enormous head finally slip fully inside of her, her pussy clenching around him, skin stretched tight around his girth, fighting to accommodate the intrusion.
She had never felt so stretched, but before she could get used to the feeling, the stranger started to push forward, the power of his hips forcing his thick cock deeper inside of her.
Her pussy screamed in protest, the sensation of being filled so completely, stretched to the limit so utterly overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and pain coursing through her.
“Oh god,” Hannah moaned, her voice breaking, her body trembling as she felt the thick, veiny length of his cock slowly, agonizingly, pushing deeper inside of her.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her voice barely audible as she felt him finally bottom out inside of her, his thick cock filling her completely, his heavy ball resting against her clit.
She could feel the heat of him inside of her, almost searing her sensitive pink flesh as he held himself deep in her pussy, giving her a second to recover and adjust to his size.
She couldn’t believe she had taken the whole thing, that her tight pussy had stretched to accommodate him balls deep.
She felt kind of proud of herself, but also incredibly slutty, knowing that she had taken a stranger’s huge cock, completely unprotected like a whore.
She wanted to be used now, overpower and fucked and started to feign resistance, to make him think she was still fighting him, when in reality she wanted this just as much, if not more than him.
She felt him lean over her, his cock pushing even deeper as he grasped her wrists, one in each hand, pulling her up and her arms back behind her, his cock still buried in her pussy as he restrained her.
She felt so helpless, so vulnerable, her pussy stretched and filled to its limit, her tits bared and exposed and her arms now trapped behind her back by this dominant stranger.
He began to fuck her, his hips moving in deliberate, hard thrusts as he pulled her arms back, forcing her to arch her back and push her ass out further, taking every inch of his thick cock.
She could feel every inch of him, the thick veins pulsing against her tight, sensitive walls, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure through her with each thrust.
She feigned struggling again, trying to pull her arms free, desperate to feel his strength, the way his fingers bit into her skin as he held her in place.
“You can’t do this,” she gasped, “you’re ruining my pussy,” her voice trembling with arousal and faux fear as she felt his cock sliding in and out of her wet hole.
“Please,” she protested, struggling again.
This time he pushed her against the side of the changing room wall, Hannah gasping as her tits pressed against the cold, her sensitive, erect nipples hardening even more at the contact.
He took both her wrist in one large, strong hand, his other roughly grabbing her throat as he holding it, his grip firm but not tight enough to cause her any discomfort.
The feeling was indescribable as he began to pound into her again roughly, his cock slamming into her pussy with a wet, obscene sound that filled the changing room.
She could feel his full, heavy balls slapping against her clit with each powerful thrust, the sound of his heavy breathing and the wet, obscene sounds of his cock fucking her growing louder.
She felt completely dominated, pinned up against the wall, hands retrained and him gripping her throat, completely at his mercy, his to do with as he pleased.
Hannah couldn’t help but starting to moan everytime time his thick cock slammed into her, the pleasure so intense, so overwhelming that she couldn’t help but let it out.
This stranger, a man that didn’t even know her was fucking her better than any man, including her husband ever had, making her feel things she never knew were possible.
She had let this man
, this stranger, this fucking animal, pin her up against the wall and fuck her like a whore. She was his whore, his slut, his to use and abuse as he pleased.
She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his thick cock, her body tensing as he continued to pound into her, his grip on her throat tightening slightly.
She had given up caring now, pushing back like the desperate whore for big black cock that she was, newton his thrusts, her body completely under his control, her mind a fog of pleasure and desire.
Her moans of pleasure had grown so loud that she hadn’t even noticed that the rest of the changing room had gone quiet and her face burned with shame and embarrassment, knowing the strangers just outside the door were listening to her being fucked.
She didn’t care though, she couldn’t, the pressure of her orgasm was already building, the familiar coiling in her stomach as he pussy clenched around the thick cock inside of her.
The stranger was getting close to, his breath hot on her neck, his breathing ragged and heavy as he continued to pound into her.
“You can’t cum in me,” Hannah gasped, her voice breathy and desperate, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching. “I’m not on the pill,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper, “you’ll get me pregnant.
He didn’t respond, instead he just growled, a low, animalistic sound that sent shivers down her spine as he continued to fuck her, his grip on her throat tightening slightly.
The reality was she wanted him to cum inside her, wanted to feel his hot, sticky seed filling her up, marking her as his. She wanted to be his dirty little slut, to be used and filled by this stranger cum, bred by him.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing as her pussy clenched tighter around his thick cock, the sensation of being filled so completely pushing her closer and closer to the edge, knowing he would soon unload inside of her.
She feigned struggling again, wanting to feel his strength and dominance over her one last time and it didn’t disappoint as he forced her harder against the wall, his grip of her wrists and throat tightening as he growled into her ear, his cock slamming into her with even more force.
The feeling of helplessness and his dominance were too much to bear and she felt her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing and shaking as she screamed out in pleasure, her pussy clenching and pulsating around his thick cock, her juices dripping down her thighs.
“Fuuuuuck,” she groaned loudly as her orgasm ripped through her, the sound of her pleasure echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her body completely used and owned by him.
The feeling of her cumming was too much for the stranger, feeling her pussy clenching around his cock, her body shuddering and shaking as he felt her orgasm take over, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
He growled into her ear, his voice thick and guttural as he began to flood her pussy with his seed, still fucking her as thick, hot. sticky ropes of cum coated her insides, pushing it deep inside her unprotected, fertile, married cunt.
She could feel him pulsating inside of her as he marked his property, his thick, hot cum filling her up, stretching her even wider, making her feel used and owned.
“Fuck,” Hannah groaned again, her body still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock.
She felt so dirty, so used, so fucking slutty, knowing that this stranger had just filled her with his cum, marking her as his, ruining her pussy with his huge cock and potent seed.
This was what getting fucked by a real man felt like , she thought to herself, her mind reeling from the intensity of her orgasm, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and owned by someone else.
She couldn't believe she had let this happen, let this stranger take her so completely, but she couldn't deny the way her body had responded to him, the way she had craved his dominance and the power he held over her.
She had gone from loving wife, to submissive whore, in the span of a few minutes, and now she was filled with his cum, his seed marking her as his property.
The stranger pulled out slowly, his thick cock leaving a trail of wetness as it slid out of her pussy. Hannah could feel her juices and his cum dripping down her thighs, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly dirty.
He turned her around, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her to him. She could feel his cock still hard, the head slick with her arousal and his cum. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with a mix of fear and desire, her lips slightly parted as she tried to catch her breath.
He didn’t say anything but kissed her hard, his tongue forcing into her mouth, dominant and possessive before pulling back, pulling up the front of his shorts and unlocking the door, before disappearing out into the changing room, leaving her struggling to catch her breath and his cum leaked out of her.
Hannah stood there, slightly in shock for a few minutes before starting to pull her bikini back into place. How could she go out there now, after what had just happened and she felt her cheeks flush at the looks she would get.
There was another part of her though that didn’t care. She had just been the most slutty she had ever been in her life and she was going to own it, what her husband was going to say when he saw the mess her pussy was now in would be another story however.