Chapter 2: Alone
At just after midnight, Hannah waded through the now crowded dance floor and up the stairs to find the toilet .
The line was long, so she decided to take a chance and slip into one of the bedrooms. She found herself in a dimly lit room, the only sound the distant hum of the party below.
She made her way across the room to the en-suite bathroom, her heels clicking softly on the wooden floor. After freshening up she checked her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the thrill of the stranger's gaze.
She took a deep breath, her body was tingling and buzzing from the attention she’d been receiving from the mysterious black man. She knew it had just been a few glances, but they had been intense and filled with a hunger that she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She felt a thrill of excitement and a bit of nervousness as she thought about what it would be like to be with a man like that. She hadn’t ever thought about being with another man since she’d met Max, but there was something about this tall, handsome stranger that was making her body ache with desire.
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, as she made her way back out of the bathroom. She had just stepped out of the bedroom, onto the crowded landing when she heard a low, husky voice from behind her.
“You’re a hard woman to find, Snow White.”
She spun around, her heart pounding in her chest, to find the mysterious black man standing behind her. He was even more handsome up close, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and amusement. He was dressed in a sharp, tailored tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
He smelled incredible, of expensive cologne and something uniquely him, a scent that made Hannah's mouth water.
She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing at their proximity but also a wave of nervousness. He made her feel so small, so vulnerable, his gaze confident, assured and unyielding.
She felt her heart race, her breath hitch in her throat as she looked up at him, her eyes wide. His eyes roamed
over her body, lingering on her tits, barely contained in the corset, before meeting her gaze again. He smirked, a slow, lazy smile that sent a shiver down her spine.
"You're not wearing much, are you?" he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. It was a statement, not a question, and Hannah felt her cheeks flush with heat.
She knew she was barely covered, her tits pushing against the corset, her ass on full display in the sheer skirt. She could feel the cool air on her skin, her nipples hardening under his gaze.
"Is that a problem?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to say , but she knew she was playing with fire, and she liked it.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Not at all," he said, his voice a low growl. "In fact, it's quite the opposite. I like it when a woman as hot as you isn't afraid to show off what she's got." His gaze dropped to her tits again, and Hannah felt a surge of heat between her legs. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties growing damp.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I'm not usually this...revealing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Well, I'm glad you are tonight,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You look fucking incredible, Snow White. I've been watching you all night, and I have to say, your costume is...inspired."
Hannah blushed at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his body, standing so close to hers, and it was making her pussy throb.
“It’s a bit noisy out here, why do you come in here,” he said, his hand brushing against her hip as he reached from the bedroom door handle, pushing it open.
Hannah knew she should decline, politely excuse herself and leave, but she didn’t. She felt a strange pull, a desire to stay, to see where this stranger’s attention would lead. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped back into the room as he followed in behind her, shutting the door.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon outside the window. She could see the outline of a large bed in the corner, the sheets a dark shade of blue.
He didn’t waste any time, coming up behind her, his hand going straight to her hips, pulling her back against him.
Hannah let out a gasp, his firm grip on her hips sending a jolt of electricity through her. His hands were warm, his fingers strong as they dug into her soft flesh. She could feel his breath on her neck, his chest pressed against her back.
”I haven’t been able to take my eyes off that body all night,” he whispered into her ear, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Snow White.”
Hannah knew she should pull away but she didn’t. “My husband picked it out,” she admitted, her voice barley above a whisper, “he’s probably wondering where I’ve got to,” she added, trying to sound more in control than she felt.
“He’s got good taste,” the stranger replied, his hands still on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on her soft skin.
She should have felt uneasy being alone with this man, she didn’t even know him and his hands were on her hips, his body pressed against hers.
“I’m glad you like it,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Like it? I fucking love it,” he growled, his hands moving from her hips to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. “But I’m more interested in what you look like out of the costume.”
Hannah's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hands drift up her body, cupping her huge tits in his big hands from behind, squeezing them roughly.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her head fell back against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel her nipples hardening against the material of her costume, her pussy flooding at his firm touch.
She felt vulnerable and exposed but in the best way possible, allowing him to grope her like this.
He growled in her ear as he continued to knead and manhandle her tits. “I’ve been staring at these all night, Snow White,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “They feel as good as they look.” He added.
Hannah gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, hard, ready and huge, and it made her pussy throb. She could help but push back against him, grinding her ass against his cock, feeling the length of him through his pants.
She knew she was playing with fire, knew she should stop before things got out of control but she couldn’t help herself.
Max had always told her that she basically had a free pass but she had never imagined she would ever actually need it, or even want to use it but here she was, in a stranger's arms, his hands all over her body, and she was loving every second of it.
He growled in her ear, his hands moving from her tits to her shoulders, pushing the straps of her costume roughly down, exposing her tits to the cool air. "I want to see all of you, Snow White," he murmured, his voice thick with lust as he turned her around.
Hannah gasped as his hands cupped her tits again, this time skin on skin. She could feel the rough callouses on his fingers, the warmth of his hands as he squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh. She moaned again as he lent down, his full lips capturing one of her hard nipples, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
"Fuck," she gasped, her hands going to his head, her fingers tangling in his short, curly hair. He growled against her tit, his hands moving to her back, unhooking the corset with expert ease. She felt the material loosen, fall away, leaving her completely bare from the waist up.
He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, taking her in. "You're fucking stunning, Snow White," he said, his voice a low rumble, “now lose the skirt.”
Hannah scoffed at his demand but that didn’t stop her from doing as she was told. There was something about this man, his confidence and dominance that made her want to obey.
She reached behind her, undoing the bow and letting the skirt drop and pool at her feet, leaving her in just her blue thong and heels.
He looked at her, his eyes dark with lust, his gaze travelling over her body, lingering on her bare tits, her curves, her full hips. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Hannah couldn’t believe she was actually doing this but she was so attracted to him, a result of the pent-up desire that had been building all night through their shared glances and the alcohol coursing through her veins.
It felt so fucking slutty and naughty, practically naked in front of this man she didn’t even know, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it was giving her. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked with her arousal.
It was dirty and wrong, and she loved every second of it. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that matched her own. She was a married woman but she wanted this, wanted him and she wasn’t going to waste anytime getting what she needed.
She watched him as he stared to strip off, his eyes never leaving hers until he was standing before her in nothing but a pair of black boxers. She could see the outline of his cock, hard and thick, pressing against the fabric. She licked her lips, her pussy throbbing at the sight. "You like what you see, Snow White?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Hannah nodded, biting her lip, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I do."
"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble."Because I'm going to give you what you need, Snow White. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
Hannah's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted him, wanted him so fucking bad.
He reached out, his hands going to her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her stomach through his boxers. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring, tasting, claiming. She moaned into his mouth, her hands going to his shoulders, feeling her bare tits press against his chest as they kissed.
“Pull them down,” he growled against her lips, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the flesh roughly.
Hannah reached down to the waist band of his boxers, their lips
still locked in a passionate kiss. She could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against her stomach. She pulled the boxers down, freeing his cock, and gasped as she felt it spring back against her.
It was huge, the head already wet with pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of his cock in her hand.
“Fuck, Snow White,” he groaned, his hands moving to her hair, tangling in the long blonde strands. “You’re so fucking hot.” He growled.
Hannah could feel his cock throbbing in her hand, the heat of his skin searing her palm. It was massive, so thick she could barely wrap her fingers around it. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swirling over the head, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his hands tightening in her hair.
"You like that, Snow White?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like feeling my cock in your hand?"
Hannah nodded, her breath coming in short gasps."Yes," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "Because you’re gonna love how it feels inside of you.”
Hannah groaned, her pussy throbbing at the thought. She let go of his cock, turning and walking over to the bed. She bent forward over the bed, her heavy tits swaying beneath her, ass on full display.
She looked back over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "Snow White needs that big black cock inside her,” she purred, spreading her legs wider, displaying herself to him.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her arousal dripping down her thighs. She was so fucking ready for him, ready to be filled, to be fucked.
He growled, a low, animalistic sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "I’m gonna ruin that tight little pussy for you, Snow White," he said, his voice thick with lust.
He reached down to his trousers, pulling out a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth before rolling it onto his thick, hard cock. Hannah watched, her eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest as he stroked himself, his eyes never leaving hers.
Hannah reached back, pulling her thong aside, revealing her wet, desperate, glistening pussy to him as he
stepped closer, his cock in his hand.
"Look at that pretty little cunt, all wet and ready for me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want this big black cock inside you, don't you, Snow White?" "I want it." "Good girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I'm going to give it to you, hard and deep, just how you need it."
He stepped closer, his hand going to her hip, pulling her back against him, his other hand holding his cock , the head rubbing against her wet pussy lips.
Hannah moaned, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the thick head of his cock pushing against her entrance.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "I need it."
He growled, his hand moving from her hip to the back of her neck, his fingers wrapping around her neck, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make her feel his dominance. "You're gonna take every inch of this cock, Snow White," he said, his voice a low growl.
"You're gonna take it like a good little slut, aren't you?" "Yes," she whimpered. "I'll take it all like a good girl.”
He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. He pushed forward, his thick cock forcing into her tight pussy in one smooth motion, her dripping wet pussy taking him with ease, despite his size.
Hannah gasped, her body tensing as she felt herself being stretched, filled and impaled by his massive cock. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and she loved every second of it.
She had never felt so
full, so completely taken by a man before. She could feel every inch of him, his thick cock filling her, stretching her pussy to its limits. She moaned, her body trembling as she adjusted to his size.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he began to move. "You feel so fucking good, Snow White."
Hannah moaned, her head falling forward as she felt him pull out, then slam back into her, his cock hitting her cervix. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure and pain.
He didn't give her time to adjust, pulling out and slamming back into her, his hips slapping against her ass. He was relentless, his pace quickening as he fucked her hard and deep.
Hannah moaned, her body trembling as she felt him hit her cervix with each thrust. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body trying to keep up with his relentless pace.
“Slut,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You love this big black cock, don’t you? You love being fucked like a dirty little whore.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “I love it. I love being your fucktoy.”
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “You’re mine, Snow White,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You’re going to take every inch of this cock.”
Hannah had never been spoken to like this, never been dominated like this. It was dirty, it was wrong, but it was also so fucking hot. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing at his words.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours. I’ll take it all.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a low growl. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, leaving her pussy feeling empty and aching for more. He slapped her ass, hard, leaving a red handprint on her soft flesh. “You want more, don’t you, Snow White?”
Hannah gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Please.”
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
“Please,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please fuck me again. I need your cock inside me.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening with desire before pushing back into her , his thick cock filling her pussy once again. She moaned, her body trembling as he began to fuck her hard and deep, his hips slapping against her ass.
She began pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body craving more. He growled, his hands moving to her tits, squeezing and manhandling them roughly as he continued to pound into her.
"Fuck, these tits are incredible," he groaned, his hands kneading and squeezing her soft flesh. "I could play with them all day."
Hannah moaned, her head falling forward, her eyes fluttering closed. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as he continued to fuck her, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.
"Oh god," she gasped, her body trembling as he continued to pound into her relentlessly.
He held her hips firm, keeping her steady as he used her, hard and deep whilst she desperately pushed back against him, their rhythms synchronising perfectly, his heavy balls slapping against her swollen, sensitive clit with each deep thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Your pussy is so tight, so wet. I can feel you clenching around my cock, milking me.”
Hannah moaned, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his thick cock. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, her body slick with sweat.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me harder.”
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine as he complied, his hips slamming into her with more force, her ass jiggling with each impact, her tits bouncing with the motion.
“I’m close,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “I’m going to fill this condom, Snow White. I’m going to fill it with my hot cum.”
Hannah moaned, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building, his dirty words pushing her closer to the edge. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum inside me.” Hannah whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked back at him, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and desire. “I want to feel you fill me up, to feel your hot cum dripping out of me.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening with lust. “You want to feel my cum inside you, Snow White?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “You want to be a dirty little slut who takes a stranger’s cum?”
Hannah nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “I want to be your dirty little slut, I am a dirty little slut.”
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices.
She reached back, her hand wrapping around his shaft, pulling the condom off desperately and tossing it aside, her eyes locked onto his. “Breed me,” she begged, her voice thick with lust and desperation. “Breed my fucking slut white cunt.”
He smirked, his eyes dark as he pushed his now bare cock back into her, his thickness filling her pussy once again. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt his unprotected cock sliding into her, the sensation of his hot skin against hers sending waves of pleasure through her body.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to fuck her hard and deep again.
Hannah moaned, her body trembling as she felt him bottom out inside her, his balls slapping against her clit. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her body craving more. “Fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice thick with lust.
“Dump that fucking load in me,” she hissed, her hand sliding between her legs to her clit, starting to rub herself furiously.
He growled, his hands tightening on her hips, his pace quickening as he fucked her harder, deeper. “You want my cum, Snow White?” he grunted, his voice strained with effort.
“Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building. “I want it all. I want you to fill me up.”
He groaned, his body tensing as he fucked her relentlessly, his cock slamming into her with force. “You’re gonna take it all, you little slut,” he growled, “I’m gonna breed this fucking pussy.”
Hannah was so close now, her body on fire as he slammed into her as she continued to push back to meet his thrusts. Her hand was a blur between her legs, her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm building.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her voice thick with lust. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum.”
He growled, his body tensing as he felt her pussy clench around his cock. “Cum for me, Snow White,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. “Cum all over this big black cock.”
Hannah screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices dripping down her thighs as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his pace relentless.
"Fuck, yes," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Cum all over my cock, Snow White. Milk it with that tight little pussy."
Hannah moaned, her body trembling as she felt him bottom out inside her, his cock throbbing as he began to cum, his hot seed filling her bare pussy, coating her insides. She could feel it, warm and sticky inside of her as he continued to fuck her, his cock pulsing with each spurt She moaned, her body trembling as she felt him fill her, his hot cum mixing with her own juices, dripping out of her and onto the floor.
He groaned, his body tensing as he finished, his cock twitching inside her. He leaned forward, his hands going to her shoulders, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. She moaned, her body trembling as he marked her, claiming her as his.
He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stepped back, looking at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Hannah did as she was told, turning to face him, her body still trembling from her orgasm. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, coating her thighs, her pussy still throbbing with need.
He smirked, his eyes roaming over her body, taking her in. "You're a fucking mess, Snow White," he said, his voice a low growl. "But you look so fucking hot."
Hannah blushed, her hands going to her tits, squeezing them together. "I feel like a mess," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I feel so good."
He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine.
“That outfit didn’t look like it had pockets for a phone,” he said picking up his clothes and starting to dress, “but I’m sure you’ll find a way to get in touch with me if you want more,” he winked at her, “I’m Michael by the way,” he said smirking.
Hannah sat on the end of the bed, Michael’s thick load leaking out of her stretched and used pussy as she watched him dress.
“I’ll be sure to do that, Michael,” she said, her voice still breathless from their fucking. She couldn’t believe she had just done that, had just let a stranger fuck her raw and hard, but she couldn’t deny how good it had felt, how much she had loved it.
He smirked, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her disheveled appearance. “You should clean up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve got cum dripping down your thighs, unless your husband’s into that,” he chuckled.
Hannah looked down, her eyes widening as she saw the mess between her legs. She blushed, her hands going to her thighs, rubbing at the sticky mess.
"I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe he needs to see it, evidence of what a dirty little slut his wife is and that her pussy is no longer just his,” she
smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and lust.
Michael raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Snow White?" he said, his voice a low growl. "Maybe next time he can watch and you can show him just how much you love taking a big black cock."
Hannah's breath hitched in her throat at the thought, her pussy throbbing at the idea of Max watching her get fucked by Michael. She had never considered it before, but the thought of it made her so fucking hot.
He slipped his jacket back on, tucking his shirt back into his trousers. “You know how to find me,” he smiled, “see you around Snow White,” and he left the room.
Hannah was left alone, her body still trembling from the intense orgasm and the raw fucking she had just experienced. She looked down at her body, her tits heaving with each breath, her pussy still throbbing from the fucking. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, coating her thighs, her fingers tracing the sticky mess.
She stood up, her legs feeling wobbly, as she quickly dressed, she hardly had much to put back on anyway. She could feel the cum still oozing out of her, now soaking into her thin thong.
She checked her reflection in the mirror, her hair a wild mess, her makeup smudged, her tits still heaving with each breath. She looked like she had been thoroughly fucked, and she had. She smirked at her reflection, a sense of empowerment washing over her. She had never felt so alive, so free.
She made her way back downstairs, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm. She could feel Michael's cum with every step, a constant reminder of what they had just done. She felt a sense of naughtiness, of excitement, knowing that she was walking around with another man's cum inside her.
As she entered the living room, she saw Max, her husband, talking to a group of friends.
He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening as he took in her appearance. She could see the questions in his eyes, the curiosity about where she had been and what she had been doing. She walked over to him, a smirk playing on her lips, her hips swaying with each step.
"Where have you been?" he asked, his voice low as he leaned in close to her. "You look... different."
Hannah leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I've been fucked, baby. Fucked hard and deep by a big black cock,” she said, taking his hand and guiding it between her legs, under her skirt, so he could feel the sticky mess between her thighs.
Max's eyes widened in shock, his hand trembling slightly as he felt the evidence of her infidelity. “We’re going home,” he said, his voice excited and firm, grabbing her hand and starting to pull her towards the door.