Chapter 7: Mason and Caroline
Caroline scooted back on the couch until she was deep in the cushions, spreading her legs. Mason, grinning, dropped down on his knees between her thighs. I had a camera almost directly over them so I could see everything.
Mason pulled Caroline around him. Then, with her displayed on her back, he took his big, hefty cock and smacked her pubic mound with it, giving it an audible thwack!
"Damn girl, you're wet," he grunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
Caroline, her cheeks flushed, nodded. "I guess I have."
Mason smirked. "You guess? You're fucking soaked. Look at that." He reached down and spread her pussy lips with his fingers, exposing her glistening, swollen flesh. "You're dripping. You want this, don't you?"
Caroline bit her lip, nodding.
Mason didn't waste any time. He positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her entrance, and then slowly started to impale her on his cock.
Caroline's eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open. I could literally see her trembling as an inch at a time, Mason sunk his dick inside her. She shuddered a breath, glancing down at where his dick was disappearing inside her.
"Oh god!" She gasped. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" She bit her lip, her hands clutching the cushions to brace herself.
"Fuck, you're tight," Mason grunted. He leaned down, gripping Caroline's hip with one hand and the back of the couch with the other, and stuffing his cock deep inside her.
With one, final, hard push, he entered my wife, pinning her naked body to the couch.
I began jerking off in earnest.
Caroline gasped, her eyes rolling back with her legs now splayed out and him deep inside her pussy. "Oh my God!" She thrashed a bit, adjusting to the size of the thing he'd shoved into her. "Jesus Christ, you're fuckinf huge!"
Mason chuckled, a cruel edge to his voice. "That's the truth."
He withdrew his cock. I swore, even from the video cameras, I could see the glistening juices of my wife's pussy creamed all along his dick. He withdrew a few inches, not even his full length, and he shunted back inside.
Caroline groaned.
Methodically, Mason worked his cock in and out of her. Caroline's long legs shook and jerked, pleasure most likely prickling her body. She looked so sexy and yet, so submissive. She moaned and bucked, gasping as he fired off the nerves with his mammoth prick plunging inside her.
Mason slowly picked up speed. Caroline's tits bounced as he pumped into her, the muscles in his arms and back flexing with each brutal thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a lewd symphony of fucked skin and wanton moans.
"Oh fuck...!" Caroline whimpered, her hands grasping at the cushions over her head. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...!"
Mason sneered down at her, his hips moving like a piston. "Ha! Enjoying it, aren't you, you nasty slut?"
I didn't know how Caroline would take being called a 'slut' while having sex. But, to my surprise, my naked and demure wife squealed joyously, bucking against Mason and urging him faster.
"Yeah," he crooned, "definitely enjoying it!"
His hands groped her as their lower bodies thrashed together, plunging his cock home deep inside her body. His hands were all over my wife's tits, squeezing the nipples, playing with them. Caroline's legs spasmed around him, as whatever his oversized dick inside her did what it did to her.
"Fuuuuuuck, what a good pussy!" He grunted.
Caroline moaned. From one angle, I could almost see her eyes dilating with pleasure, and the way she seemed to be responding, it seemed like she might cum any moment.
She clung to him, reaching up and gripping his shoulders to hold on. Her tiny body was bowed around him, smacking onto his cock noisily with loud, repetitive claps!
She gritted her teeth, screeching past them. My wife's face tightened with pleasure. She was definitely going to cum.
"Yeah, girl?" Mason grunted egotistical. "You look ready to cum. You gonna cum?"
Caroline bit down on her lower lip, face flushed, nodding as they fucked harder.
"Then say it," he grunted. "Say you're gonna cum."
She moaned again, wordlessly.
Mason picked up the pace, body sweating, but pressing her, "Say it, slut! Say you're gonna cum!"
Caroline gasped, surprise filling her eyes, "Oh... shit...!"
"Tell me you're gonna cum!" Mason demanded.
Caroline couldn't hold on anymore. "Oh, fuck, I... I'm gonna cum!" She squealed.
That satisfied Mason's ego. His dick shunted down into her deep, hard, and fast; in and out, in and out, without stopping.
"Am I gonna make you cum?" He demanded.
"Yes!" Caroline squealed desperately.
"Say it! Fuckinf say it, girl!"
"My wife cried, head dropping back, spilling her increasingly sweaty hair back from her face. "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"
Mason reared up, animatedly driving with full force. Their naked bodies joined in a feverish, repeated pitch. Caroline's breasts flung wildly around, manhandled by the big man pumping his cock inside her body.
"Oh god, Mason!" She moaned. "Mason, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me —aaaaaaggghhhhh!"
Caroline squealed deeply as her body gave over to the pleasure and she started cumming, bucking wildly out of control against him.
My dick fired off, watching the love of my life be brought to climax by this big brute. It was so hot to watch them fuck. Was it Mason's size getting her off? That she probably hated this dude's guts? The fact I was watching?
Either way, my wife was having a long, noisy orgasm.
And yet, even as my wife came, Mason never slowed down.
He threw Caroline's legs up onto his shoulders, her heels to the ceiling. I switched to a camera that captured the action from the side. Caroline was on her back, bent into almost a 90° angle with her legs back over herself, taking it brutally from Mason above her. Each plunge of his cock shocked a grunt out of her diaphragm.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Caroline repeated on each hip-slam from him.
I'd finished. My dick was softening. My semen was all over a rag I'd brought. But the two of them were still going at it. I hadn't expected that much stamina. And now, I was watching Caroline fuck without my lizard brain in the driver seat.
The true magnitude of the love of my life fucking another guy was in front of me.
Mason suddenly pulled out of Caroline and dropped her legs. My wife's sweaty, exhausted body flopped to the couch, legs awkwardly spread apart. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her gasps.
Mason got up and, as I watched, reached down and laced his fingers into Caroline's long hair. I didn't expect it, but when he grabbed a fistful and pulled, he yanked Caroline up off the couch, which caused her to squeal.
Fear spiked through me. It hurt. I could tell. I got up, half expecting her to call out for me or yell our safe word.
Caroline craned up off the couch to sitting, instinctively grabbing his hand as he pulled her head back so she looked up at him over, dick inches from her lips.
"You like cumming, huh, slut?"
Caroline's wide, blue eyes stared back at him as she answered truthfully, "Yes."
Mason's other hand groped her tits. "I'm just getting started with you. Want more?"
She mewled softly, "Yes!"
I relaxed, but I was surprised by how rough he was. Caroline didn't like that.
"If you want more, then you need to give this a good suck." He wagged his dick in her face.
She balked. "But... but... that was just inside me."
"And?" Then, with a grunt, he took his cock and actually smacked my wife in the face with it. Jesus!
Caroline flinched.
"Suck it," Mason commanded. "Taste all that pussy you left on it."
Caroline hestiate for a moment, but then, after glancing at Mason's stern face, she parted her lips and let him stick his cock in her mouth.
I switched to a camera that stared directly at her. Caroline's eyes were locked on Mason over her. Her lips were stretched around his dick. Back and forth, my wife pitched back and forth, dragging her lips and tongue along his shaft and sucking her own bodily fluids off his member, as if it weren't a problem.
"Good... good..." Mason snickered as he praised her. "Suck on it just like that."
Caroline blinked, but did not retorted —partly, also, because his dick was in her mouth, so she couldn't speak.
She slurped and sucked, diving down as far as her gag reflex would allow; even a bit more so. One hand cupped his big balls, fondling them to please. The veiny monster in her mouth pulsed under her generous slurping.
It got to the point that Caroline's gags and chokes became more frequent. Her lips and mouth worked desperately to accommodate him.
Mason's breathing became labored, too. His eyes closed as he savored the sensation of her mouth on him.
As my wife's eyes watered, her cheeks flushed, and she clearly tried her best even with Mason's cock being too much for her, Mason's tightened his grip in her hair. His hips starting to move in time with her head. I felt a twinge of pity for her, but also a thrill at the sight of her being used like this, as the guy gently twitched his hips and fucked back against her face.
"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Be a good, little slut."
She managed to pull her mouth off and gasped, "I'm not a slut!"
Mason rubbed his dick across her face, trying to get back in her mouth. "Could've fooled me with my dick in your mouth while you're husband's not home."
Caroline wanted to protest, but couldn't. So, she let him put his dick back in and she sucked a little bit more.
Mason pulled his dick out again, turned, and sat. Caroline, hungry for another experience, crawled over him and straddled his waist. My wife hitched on her knees, rising up enough to position his cock beneath her. She reached down, guiding his tool, and sunk down on it. I was able to switch cameras in time to see Caroline's face as she speared down on him; joyful smile, a happy shudder running through her, absolutely loving it as she sunk down on it.
And then, she started riding him.
Caroline ’s hips rolled forward, her body sliding up and down Mason’s thick cock with a wet, lewd sound. Her thighs trembling as she worked herself onto him, clenching and releasing with every deliberate thrust.
Mason’s hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her, helping her take him deeper. It seemed like every movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body, as she gasped on top of him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Mason growled, his voice rough with lust.
He pulled Caroline down harder, impaling her on his cock. Caroline let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure, her eyes wide with disbelief as she adjusted to the massive intrusion.
“You feel that?” Mason taunted, his grip on her hips tightening. “You feel how deep I am in that little pussy of yours?”
Caroline whimpered, her body trembling as she began to move faster. Mason watched her, a cruel smirk on his face as he observed her struggle to take him.
“Come on, slut,” he taunted. “You wanted this. You wanted someone else to fuck you while your husband was gone. Admit it, slut.”
She trembled and gasped with each brutal thrust. Caroline finally whimpered, her eyes meeting his. “Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “I wanted this.”
Mason grinned, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. “That’s right, you little whore. You wanted someone to use you, to fuck you like the dirty slut you are.”
Caroline shivered, her body responding to his harsh words. Then, as I watched, he used his open palm to give my wife a big slap on the ass.
The hard, brutal clap made her yelp.
A look passed across Caroline's soft, innocent face when Mason gave her that ass slap. At first, she looked insulted; humiliated. And angry.
But that changed. Her hips started moving faster, fucking herself on him faster. Her hands gripped his shoulders, leveraging her naked body up and down, over and over, her hips smacking down on him and shoving his thick cock deep.
Mason slapped her ass again, on the other cheek. Caroline moaned. Her body shuddered in response.
Mason grinned. "You like that, don't you?" He gave her another slap.
"Yes...!" My beloved wife hissed.
"Because you're a slut?"
And Caroline answered without hesitation:
"Yes!"
Their bodies pounded together feverishly. She couldn't seem to stop. Something wild broke through with Caroline. She leaned forward, kissing Mason hard on the mouth. Her lower body pumped and gyrated, milking his fat cock stuck up inside her.
Mason slapped her ass again. She squealed and broke away, dropping her head back to moan to the ceiling while pistoning on top of him.
"Like that fat cock?" Mason demanded.
Caroline groaned. "I fucking love your fat cock inside me!"
"How much of a slut are you?"
"I'm a big, fucking slut!" She moaned, bowing over now as she hurriedly pumped on his cock. "I'm a big, fucking slut!"
Mason grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he helped her ride him. "That's right, you are," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're my little fucktoy, aren't you?"
Caroline nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes," she panted. "I'm your fucktoy."
Mason's hands moved to her tits, squeezing them roughly as she rode him. "You like being my fucktoy?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Caroline moaned, her hips moving faster and faster. "Yes," she whimpered.
"I love being your fucktoy."
Mason's hands wandered to her waist, pulling her down harder onto his cock. Caroline gasped, feeling him drive deeper inside her.
"Good," Mason growled. "Then fuck me like you mean it. Show me what a good little fucktoy you are."
Caroline moaned, her hips moving faster, trying to accommodate the rough thrusts of Mason's cock. She was getting more erratic. The pleasure was building inside her.