Chapter 9: Dave reclaims Paula in the hotel 2
Dave groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He could see it, just like she described. He could see her on her knees, her mouth filled with Carlton's thick cock, her spit dripping down her chin and onto her big brown tits.
The thought of it sent a surge of jealousy coursing through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by his own burning desire. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to touch her, to feel her, to make her his again.
He thrust himself off the chair, his cock aching with need as he moved towards her. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, spinning her around to face him. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the challenge, and it only served to fuel his own lust.
"You're mine. Say it."
Paula's eyes flashed with defiance, but she knew better than to push him right now. "I'm yours, Dave," she whispered.
Dave's hands were rough on her skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her close. He could feel the heat of her body, the curve of her hips, the softness of her tits pressing against his chest. He was desperate to touch her, to claim her, to make her his again.
He spun her around, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her back against him.
He could feel the heat of her body, the curve of her ass, and he groaned with desire. But before he could do anything else, she pushed him away, her voice firm and commanding. "Sit down, Dave," she ordered, her eyes locked onto his. "I want you to watch."
Dave's eyes widened in surprise, but he did as he was told, dropping back down into the chair by the window. Paula turned away from him, crawling onto the bed on all fours, her ass swaying seductively with each movement. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering with lust and defiance. "You wanted to know what happened next?" she taunted, her voice a sultry purr. "Well, watch and learn, baby."
Dave swallowed hard, his mouth dry as he watched her, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.
He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait. He needed to see it, needed to watch her be a dirty little slut for him.
Paula reached back with one hand, her fingers finding the string of her thong. She tugged it aside, exposing her bare pussy to Dave's hungry gaze. She could feel the heat of his stare, could feel the desire radiating off him like a physical force. She smiled, her lips curling in a wicked, knowing smirk. "You like what you see, baby?" she purred, her voice laced with lust and defiance.
Dave's cock was aching, desperate for release.
He watched as Paula positioned herself on the bed, her ass in the air and her pussy glistening with desire. He could see her juices already beginning to drip down her inner thigh. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought to maintain control. He wanted to fuck her so badly, to claim her as his own, but he also wanted to watch her, to see her with another man. He knew he was a masochist, but he couldn't help it. He needed this.
Paula pushed her ass back further, her fingers digging into the sheets as she spread herself open for Dave's view.
"After he spanked me, Carlton lifted me up and carried me to the bed," she moaned, her voice thick with lust and memories of the night before. "He laid me down gently, but there was no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. He wanted me, Dave. He wanted to fuck me so bad." She looked back at him over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with desire and defiance. "He reached down and pulled my panties aside, just like this," she said, her fingers mimicking the motion as she exposed her glistening pussy to Dave's hungry gaze. "He said he wanted to see what he had been waiting for all night. He said he wanted to see my pretty little pussy."
Dave's breath hitched in his throat as he watched her, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants.
"Is that what you want, dirty little husband?" Paula taunted, her voice a sultry purr as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "You want to see what Carlton saw? You want to see my pretty little pussy that he fucked so hard?"
Dave's face flushed with a mix of desire and humiliation at her words. He knew he should be offended, but the sight of her, spread out before him, her pussy glistening with need, made it impossible to look away. He was her dirty little husband, and he loved it. He loved the way she talked to him, the way she taunted him, the way she used him for her pleasure. He nodded, his voice a rough growl. "Yes, Paula. I want to see. I want to know everything."
Paula smiled, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust.
She slowly rolled her shoulders back, her hands gripping the red lace fabric of her bra. She tugged at it, first one side, then the other, until the cups fell away, revealing her full, dark breasts. She tossed the bra aside, her tits swaying gently with the movement.
“Do you like what you see, baby?” she purred, her voice sultry as she turned to look at Dave over her shoulder. She knew the answer, could see the desire in his eyes as he took in her naked body. She cupped her tits, pushing them up and together, creating a deep cleavage that begged for his touch. “Carlton loved these tits, you know,” she continued, her fingers rolling her stiff nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
“He told me they were perfect for sucking, and he was right. He sucked them hard, baby. So hard I thought they were going to pop off.”
Dave’s cock twitched in his pants, a jolt of electricity shooting up his spine at her words. He could picture it so clearly - Carlton’s dark head bent over Paula’s brown breasts, his mouth and tongue working her nipples until they were swollen and red. He could see the lust in Carlton’s eyes, the hunger, the sheer animalistic desire.
But he also saw the love, the adoration, the reverence. Carlton treated her tits like they were sacred, like they were the most precious gift he had ever received. He worshipped them, Dave could see that. He worshipped them as much as Dave did.
Paula felt the heat of Dave's gaze on her body, could sense his desire, his jealousy. She loved it, loved the way he looked at her, loved the way he wanted her. She wanted to test him, to push him to the limit. She wanted to see how far he would go, how much he could take. So she took her time, teasing him, taunting him, driving him wild with lust and desire. She rubbed her nipples.
Paula's breath hitched as she remembered the feeling of Carlton’s mouth on her skin, his rough stubble scraping against her sensitive flesh. She let out a soft moan, her fingers tightening around her nipples, twisting them harder as she looked back at Dave. "He sucked them so hard, baby. So fucking hard. His tongue was rough, but it felt so good. He knew exactly how to make me feel it, how to drive me crazy." Paula let out a shuddering breath, her body aching with the memory. "He suckled them like he was starving, Dave. Like he needed them to live."
Paula's voice was a low, sultry purr as she tormented Dave with her words, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the jealousy burning in his gaze, but underneath it, there was desire, raw and undeniable. He loved her tits, worshipped them even, and she knew that the thought of another man sucking on them would drive him wild. She twisted her nipples harder, her fingers pinching and pulling as she watched Dave's face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain. "He sucked them so hard, Dave. He made them ache, made them swell up and turn bright red.
He knew what he was doing, Dave. He knew how to make me feel it, how to drive me wild. And then he moved down, baby. He moved down and put his face right in my pussy. He licked it all up, Dave. He licked up every drop of my cum, and then he started eating me out. He fucked me with his tongue, baby. He fucked me so good." Paula's voice was a hoarse whisper, her body trembling with the memory. She could still feel it, Carlton's rough stubble scraping against her thighs as he held her legs wide open, his mouth devouring her like a starving animal. She could feel the heat of his breath, the wetness of his tongue as he lapped up her juices, the pressure of his fingers digging into her hips as he held her in place.
She was helpless, her body writhing and bucking as he pleasured her, his mouth and tongue doing things to her that she never knew were possible.
Dave's cock throbbed in his pants, his body tense as he listened to her words. He could see it, could picture it so clearly - Carlton's face buried between Paula's thighs, his tongue fucking her like a greedy little cunt. He could see her, her body writhing and squirming, her hands clawing at the sheets as she came undone under Carlton's expert ministrations.
But he wasn't there, Dave was. He was the one fucking her with his tongue, the one making her scream and beg for more.
He shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. But it was too late, he was already hard, his cock aching with need. He wanted to see, to watch as she came undone, to feel her body tremble and shake as she climaxed. He wanted to be a part of it, to share in her pleasure.
"Turn around and show me your pussy, Paula," Dave growled, his voice thick with desire.
Paula obeyed, shifting her position until she was on her hands and knees, her back arched and her ass in the air. Dave's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, naked and all fours, her dark skin glistening with sweat. "Now tell me how Carlton made you cum," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. Paula looked back at him, her eyes smoldering with lust and defiance. "He sucked my clit, baby," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. "He sucked it hard and fast, just like he knew how to make me feel it. He wanted to make me cum, Dave. He wanted to make me scream."
Paula's voice was low and sultry, her eyes locked onto Dave's as she spoke. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need for more, for everything. She wanted to tease him, to make him squirm, and she knew just how to do it.
"He sucked my clit until I came," she continued, her fingers slowly trailing down her body, between her legs, brushing against her clit. She shuddered, her body already aching for release. "He knew just what to do, baby. I came so loud." He knew how to make me cum," Paula moaned, her fingers now rubbing her clit in slow, firm circles. She could feel her pussy throbbing with need, her body already aching for release. She looked back at Dave over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto his, defying him to look away. "He knew how to make me squirt, Dave. He knew how to make me gush all over his face."
Dave's cock throbbed painfully in his pants, his body tense with a mix of jealousy and arousal. He could see her, her fingers working her clit, her hips bucking and grinding as she chased her pleasure.
And suddenly, with a suddenness that left him breathless, she was moving, crawling across the bed towards him with a predatory grace that sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. She straddled him in the chair, her naked body pressing against his fully clothed one, her heat and scent enveloping him like a fog. Her hands reached for his face, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw, his lips, his cheeks, as if she were trying to memorize every inch of him. Her eyes, those dark pools of lust and defiance, never left his, never wavered in their intensity.
Paula's voice, a sultry purr, cut through the air like a knife as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. Her lips barely brushed his skin as she whispered, "You're no longer the only man to fuck me, Dave." The words were a poisoned sweetness, a venomous kiss that left him reeling. Her wicked smile, a curve of lips that held no warmth, was a stark contrast to the playful, teasing glances she'd once shared. The room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with the tension that hung between them like an unspoken threat.
Dave froze rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and shock. His mouth hung open slightly, as if he were about to speak, but no words came. His heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat that seemed to echo in his ears, drowning out the usual hum of the bustling city outside.
"He was inside you, baby?" he growled, his voice ragged and desperate.
"Dave," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr as she ground herself against him, her pussy pressed against his cock through the thin fabric of his pants.
She leaned down, her breath hot and damp on his ear, her fingers tangling in his hair as she spoke. "He fucked me, baby." Paula's voice was a low growl, her lips brushing against Dave's ear as she ground her pussy against his cock, her breath hitching as she felt the hard length beneath his pants. Dave's hands were everywhere, gripping her hips, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he tried to claim her, to make her his.
"Fuck yes," he growled, his voice raw with desire. "Tell me everything, baby. I want to hear it all."
"What do you want to hear, Dave? Do you want to hear about how he had your wife on that very bed, his huge black cock ramming into me hard and fast? Or do you want to know how I screamed his name as I came all over his dick, my body trembling in ecstasy?" Paula taunted, her voice a sultry purr as she ground herself harder against Dave's cock, her pussy wet and aching with need.
Dave was on the edge, his control hanging by a thread. "Fuck girl that's so hot. He fucked you?"
"He kissed me when he fucked me. He kissed me when he was inside me."
Paula's voice was a low, sultry moan as she ground herself against Dave's cock, feeling the hard length through his pants. "He kissed me like he was claiming me, like he wanted to own every inch of me. His tongue was rough, just like his cock." She leaned down, her breath hot and damp on Dave's ear as she whispered, "He's the only other man to fuck me. He's the only other man to be inside me. He claimed me, Dave. He fucking owned me."
Dave's vision blurred, his hands gripping Paula's hips so tightly he knew he would leave bruises. The thought of another man being inside his wife, of another man claiming what was his, drove him wild with jealousy and desire. He wanted to hurt her, to punish her for betraying him. But he also wanted to worship her, to show her that she was still his, that he still owned her.
Dave knew Paula had sucked other men's dick, ash she had with Carlton. But, until last night, he had been the only man to fuck his wife.
He had been the only man to ever claim her, to feel her body respond to his touch, to hear her gasp his name in the heat of passion. Until last night. He could still see her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her body writhing beneath the weight of another man's pleasure.
But as he watched her, Paula's hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them tightly. She let out a soft moan, her fingers kneading her flesh, her thumbs rubbing circles around her stiff nipples. Dave's cock twitched at the sight, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her, of biting down on those swollen peaks. He knew she loved it rough, loved the sting of pain mixed with pleasure. He could see it in her eyes, the lust, the desire for more.
And then, without warning, he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room.
"Yes," Paula moaned, her voice a low, sultry purr. "I love it when you spank me, Dave.
It makes me feel so alive." Paula's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned in, her lips finding Dave's, her body pressing against his, her breasts crushed against his chest. She kissed him with a fierce intensity, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. It was a kiss that said all the things she couldn't voice, a kiss that was both a surrender and a conquest. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to devour him, to consume him whole. The taste of him was intoxicating, a potent mixture of desire and jealousy that made her head spin. She could feel his heart racing, could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her. She ground herself against him, her pussy aching with need, her body demanding more.
Her lips brushed his ear, her voice a sultry whisper, "Carlton's cock was so big, Dave. So damn big and thick. I could feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me. I never knew a cock could feel so good, so right."
Dave's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought to maintain control. The thought of Carlton's cock inside his wife, of another man's thick, hard length ramming into her, drove him to the brink of madness. He could feel his own cock, aching and desperate, trapped behind the zipper of his pants. He wanted to be inside her, to claim her, to mark her as his own. But he also wanted to hear more, to know every detail, every filthy moment.
So he spanked her again, harder this time, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. Paula gasped, her body arching against the sting, her pussy clenching with need. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he marked her as his own.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice raw with desire. "Do it again, Dave. Make me feel it."
Dave complied, his hand coming down on her ass again, the force of the blow leaving a burning handprint on her skin. Paula's eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was on fire, her body aching with lust and desire, her pussy drenched and ready.
"Tell me more, baby," Dave growled, his voice low and husky.
He watched as Paula's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes never leaving his as she slowly slid down his body, her hands trailing fire over his chest, his stomach, until she reached the bulge in his pants. "Missionary style," she purred, her fingers unzipping his fly, her hand dipping inside to grip his aching cock. Dave's breath hitched as she wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. He loved the way she looked at him, the way she touched him. But he also loved the way she teased him, the way she tormented him with her words. "He was on top of me, Dave," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length, her grip firm and demanding.
She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of lust and challenge, her lips glistening and parted. "He held my legs up, his big hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wide open. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, his cock hard and ready. And then he said, 'I'm going to fuck you now, Paula. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before.'" Paula's hand continued to stroke him, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. She leaned in, her breath hot and damp on his skin as she spoke, her words a low, sultry purr. "And then he pushed into me, Dave. He pushed into me so hard, so deep, that I could feel him everywhere.
I could feel him in my chest, in my stomach, in my very soul. He filled me in a way that no man ever has, Dave. Do you understand?" Paula's voice was a low, sultry whisper as she leaned down, her breath hot and damp on Dave's cock. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of lust and challenge, her lips parted as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, her hand gripping the base of his shaft as she began to suck him harder, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.
"He asked me if I had ever been with a black guy before," Paula murmured, her words vibrating against Dave's cock, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. "He said he wanted to be my first.
He said he wanted to fuck me like no man ever had." Paula looked up at Dave, her eyes challenging him, daring him to deny her. Dave groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in her mouth. He couldn't take his eyes off her, couldn't believe how fucking hot she looked with her mouth full of his cock. He could see the dark bruises forming on her ass, the way her body trembled with every suck. She looked like a fucking goddess, a fucking dirty goddess.
Paula took him deeper, her throat muscles working as she fought to take him all the way in. Dave groaned, his hands fisting her hair, pulling her closer.
"Fuck, Paula, you're so good at this." He could feel the heat of her breath, the suction of her mouth as she took him deeper. He wanted to bury himself in her, to fuck her face until she gagged and choked on his cock. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his own.
Paula moaned, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Dave's body. She loved this, loved the way he lost control, the way he used her for his pleasure. "You're the second guy to fuck my face this weekend, babe," she said.
"You like that?" She pulled back slightly, her voice a sultry purr. "You like knowing that my mouth has been around another cock today? That another man has come down my throat?"
Dave's cock twitched at her words, his own desire mingling with jealousy and lust. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to use her like a dirty little slut. He wanted to make her choke on his cock, to make her take every last inch.
"Fuck yes, girl," he growled. "I love knowing that you're a little whore for me, Paula.
You love taking it from another man, don't you?" Dave groaned, his hips jerking as Paula's lips slid up and down his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. "Tell me, baby. Tell me what it felt like when he was inside you. Tell me how it felt when he fucked you missionary style."
Paula moaned around Dave's cock, her hand continuing to stroke his length as her tongue worked him over. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto his, her voice a sultry purr. "It was so deep, Dave. So fucking deep. When he thrust into me, I could feel it all the way up here," she murmured, her hand pressing against her chest, her eyes never leaving his. "And when I came, it was like a fucking explosion.
My whole body shook, and I screamed his name. I screamed so loud, I'm sure the whole fucking hotel heard me. I could feel his balls on my asshole." Paula's voice was a low moan, her breathing coming in short gasps as she deep-throated Dave's cock, her nose pressed against his skin. "He fucked me so good, Dave. So fucking good. I came so hard, I thought I was going to pass out."
Dave's hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles white as he fought to maintain control. The image of Carlton's cock fucking Paula's throat, his big black hands holding her head in place, was burned into his mind. He couldn't take it anymore.
Dave's hands gripped Paula's hair tighter, his hips thrusting upwards, meeting her desperate mouth as she bobbed on his cock. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel her skin, her soft, brown tits that drove him wild with lust. He pulled his dick out of her mouth with a pop, his cock glistening with her saliva. Paula looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with lust and defiance, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. Without a word, Dave unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his broad chest, dusted with dark hair. Paula's eyes flicked to his skin, her lips parting as she remembered the sensation of Carlton's dark body against hers. She squeezed her tits together, pushing them up and around Dave's cock, her nipples brushing against him with every movement. "He came all over me, baby," she whispered, her voice a low moan as she began to slide her tits up and down his length, her skin slick with sweat and desire. "He pulled out of me just as I was about to cum, and he came all over my tits. He came so hard, Dave. I could feel it, hot and thick, spraying all over me." Paula's eyes never left his as she continued to titty-fuck Dave, her tits gliding up and down his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"He came so much, Dave. It was everywhere, all over my tits and my hands. He even got it in on my wedding ring."
Paula's voice was a low, sultry growl, her eyes locked onto Dave's as she continued to titty-fuck him, her tits gliding up and down his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "It spread it all over my chest, baby."
Paula's voice was a sultry purr, her eyes locked onto Dave's as she continued to titty-fuck him, her tits gliding up and down his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I pressed them together for him, Dave, like I am now. I wanted him to feel how big and full they are. I wanted him to feel how much I wanted him." Paula's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, trapping Dave's cock between them. Her nipples were hard and aching, rubbing against his shaft with every movement. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her body aching for release. She needed to cum, needed to feel him inside her. But first, she needed to tell him everything, needed to make him understand.
She needed to paint a picture with her words, to give him every filthy detail of her night with Carlton. She wanted him to see it, to feel it, to hunger for it as much as she did.
"He came all over me, Dave," she whispered, her voice a low moan as she continued to rub her tits against his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Paula's eyes never left his, her voice filled with a mixture of lust and defiance as she continued her confession. "I held my tits together for him, baby. Just like this," she said, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them tightly together, her nipples brushing against Dave's cock with every movement. "I wanted him to feel how big and full they are.
I wanted him to feel how much I wanted him," Paula whispered, her eyes locked onto Dave's as she continued to rub her tits against his cock, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I held them together for him, Dave, just like this. I wanted him to feel how much I needed him, how much I wanted him to fill me up. And he did, baby. He did." Paula's voice was a low moan as she continued to titty-fuck Dave, her tits gliding up and down his cock, her nipples brushing against him with every movement. "He came all over me, Dave.
He pulled out of me just as I was about to cum, and he came all over my tits. I could feel it, hot and thick, spraying all over me," Paula moaned, her voice a low, sultry purr as she continued to titty-fuck Dave, her breasts gliding up and down his cock, her nipples brushing against him with every movement. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, trapping Dave's cock between them, just as she had done for Carlton. "He aimed for my face, but I held my tits together for him, just like this, and he came all over me. I could feel it, hot and thick, covering me, dripping down my chest, my hands, my wedding ring. I could feel it, Dave.
Hot and thick, it was everywhere - all over my tits, my hands, even my fucking wedding ring. My tits were glistening with his cum, my nipples hard and aching from the friction. I wanted you to see it, Dave. I wanted you to see how much he had claimed me, how much he had made me his."
"Did you lick his cum off your tit again you little whore?" Dave asked.
"Yes," Paula moaned. "I licked it off, baby. I licked it off like the dirty little slut I am for you. I savored every last drop of his cum, his taste on my tongue, on my lips. I wanted to remember it, remember the way he filled me, the way he claimed me."
Paula's words were like a match to Dave's already burning desire. He wanted to see her, to taste her, to fuck her.
The thought of Carlton's cum dripping from her wedding ring, of her licking it off like a filthy little whore, sent him over the edge. Dave's cock throbbed, a warning that he was close, so very close. He groaned, his hips thrusting upwards as he fucked her tits, his cock gliding through the valley of her cleavage, her hard nipples brushing against him with every movement.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With a guttural roar, Dave came, his cock erupting with a force that took Paula by surprise. He covered her tits, her neck, his cum spraying everywhere, more than she had ever seen. She cried out, her body convulsing as she felt the warm, sticky mess hit her skin, her tits glistening with his release.
Dave's cock continued to pulse, emptying itself onto her, the force of it coating her chest, her neck, her face. Paula couldn't believe how much he had come, how strong and powerful he was. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and defiance as she panted, her chest heaving with each breath.
"You like that, don't you, you fucking slut?" Dave growled, his voice ragged and raw. "You like feeling his cum all over you?"
She ran her fingers through the mess on her chest, her hands slick with his cum, her tits glistening with his release. She brought her fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, Dave," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr laced with lust and defiance. "I love it. I love feeling his cum all over me. I love feeling you cum all over me." She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, still hard and ready despite his release. She stroked him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip and licked the cum off her husband's dick.
"I love it when you and Carlton cum all over me, Dave. It makes me hot." She pulled his cock up, aiming it at her mouth, and sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around his cockhead, cleaning it of his cum.
Dave watched her, his body still tense, his cock still hard. He couldn't believe how much he loved watching her like this, how much he loved hearing her filthy words. "Fuck, Paula," he groaned. "You're so fucking dirty. You love this, don't you? Having our cum all over you, having us watch you lick it off. I can't believe you sucked his cock, you little slut. You sucked a black cock, just like a whore."
"Now get that towel, the one you used last night, and wipe this filth off you." He watched as Paula's eyes flicked to the towel draped over the back of the chair, the same one she had used to clean herself after Carlton had filled her with his seed. She reached for it, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she were savoring the moment, the memory of what had transpired last night. She brought the towel to her chest, wiping away the evidence of Dave's release, her eyes never leaving his. The movement was sensual, erotic, as if she were puting on a show for him, a show that she knew would drive him wild. "Is this what you wanted to see, Dave?" she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr as she continued to wipe herself clean, her eyes locked onto his. "Is this what you wanted? To see me clean up his cum while you fuck your own wife's tits? " Paula's voice was a low, sultry taunt, her eyes never leaving his as she continued to wipe herself clean.
"Is this what you wanted, Dave? Is this what you wanted to see?" She straddled him, her knees pressing into the cushions of the chair, her hands gripping his shoulders. She positioned herself over his cock, her pussy already wet and ready, her body aching for release. She leaned down, her breath hot and damp on his ear, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "Carlton fucked me from behind, Dave. He pulled me to my knees, my ass in the air, and he fucked me hard and fast. He spanked me, Dave. He spanked my ass, his big hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me raw." Paula's hips began to move, her pussy slowly lowering onto Dave's cock, her breath hitching as she took him in, inch by inch.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "Before he fucked me from behind, Dave, he ate my ass. He spread my cheeks wide open and licked me like he was a starving man, like he couldn't get enough of me. He made me feel things I never knew I could feel, Dave. He made me scream with pleasure before he even entered me." Paula's body trembling as she began to ride Dave, her hips grinding against his, her pussy clenching around his cock.
The thought of Carlton's mouth on Paula's ass, of his tongue licking her married asshole, drove Dave wild with jealousy and desire.
Paula ground herself harder against Dave, her pussy clenching around his cock. "He spanked me, Dave. He spanked me hard, just like you did earlier." She whispered in his ear, her breath hot and damp, her voice a low, sultry purr. "He smacked my ass, over and over again, his big hand leaving red marks on my skin. He made me cry out, Dave. He made me beg for more." Paula's hips moved faster, her body aching with need. She could feel the heat of his skin, the hardness of his body, the desperate desire in every touch.
"He fucked me from behind, Dave," she whispered, her voice a low, sultry purr as she leaned down, her breath hot and damp on his ear. "He pulled me to my knees, my ass in the air, and he fucked me hard and fast. Spank me, Dave. Fuck me." Dave's hand came down hard on her ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. Paula cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain, her pussy clenching around Dave's cock. "Like that, baby. Fuck me like that."
Paula's hips moved faster, her body grinding against Dave's, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "He spanked me and told me I was a slut!" Paula screamed, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and agony as Dave's hand came down even harder on her ass. The smack echoed through the room, and Paula's body tensed, her pussy clenching around Dave's cock. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Dave's ear, her voice a low, desperate whisper. "He called me his little slut, Dave. He told me he loved fucking my married pussy," Paula hissed into Dave's ear, her voice a low, sultry whisper as she rode him harder, her hips slamming down onto his cock. The words seemed to set Dave on fire, his hand coming down even harder on her ass, the force of the blow sending a shockwave of pleasure through Paula's body. She could feel the heat of his palm, the burn of his handprint, and she loved it. She craved it. "He said I was his dirty little whore, Dave. He told me he wanted to fuck me until I couldn't walk straight."
He pulled her tighter against him, his cock still hard inside her, and slid his arms around her, holding her close. "You're my slut, Paula," he growled, his voice harsh with possession. "You understand that? You're my fucking slut."
Paula moaned, her body aching with the need to be claimed, to be owned. "Yes, Dave," her hips moving against his, her pussy clenching around his cock. "I'm yours. I'm your fucking slut."
"You're my dirty girl, aren't you?" he said. "You like being fucked, don't you? You like it dirty, don't you?"
Paula moaned, her hips moving faster. "Yes, Dave," she gasped. "I'm your dirty girl. I love being fucked. I love it when you and Carlton fucks me!"
Dave's hips jerked, his cock throbbing inside her, his own climax fast approaching.
"You're a fucking slut, Paula! You like it when Carlton fucks your married little pussy, don't you? You love it when he fills you up with his big black cock, don't you? Tell me, you little fucking slut. Tell me what Carlton's cock felt like inside your married pussy. Tell me how it stretched you out, how it filled you in a way I never could."
Paula felt Dave's cock throbbing inside her, felt the heat of his body pressing against her. She knew what he wanted, what he needed to hear. She leaned back slightly, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she began to ride him harder, her hips slamming down onto his cock with every thrust.
"He was so big, Dave," she moaned.
"He can fuck me whenever he wants," Dave's eyes darkened with jealousy and desire at her words, his cock throbbing inside her. Without warning, he slid one hand down between their bodies, his fingers trailing through the wetness of her pussy before slipping lower, finding the tight pucker of her ass.
"You like that, don't you? You like it when I play with your ass, don't you, you dirty little slut?"
"Yes, Dave," she whispered, her voice ragged with desire. "I like it when you touch me there. It makes me feel so naughty, so dirty. He made me cum so good! He was so hot! I want him!" As Paula spoke, Dave's finger began to work their magic, stroking and prodding her tight asshole, making her feel things she never knew she could feel. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and Paula could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Dave's cock throbbed inside her, his fingers working her ass in time with her hip movements. "Oh God, Dave," she cried out, her hips jerking as Dave's fingers pushed deeper, probing her tight hole. "He made me cum, Dave. He made me cum so fucking hard!!!
Paula's body convulsed as Dave's finger continued to pump in and out of her ass, the sensation of him filling her completely, driving her wild. She could feel the heat of his body against her, his breath hot and damp on her neck as he leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her tits, his tongue swirling around her hard nipple. The contrast of the pleasure and pain, the heat of his mouth on her breast and the cool saliva dripping from his fingers as he fingered her ass, was almost too much to bear. Paula's hips moved faster, her pussy clenching around Dave's cock as she rode him harder, her body desperate for release. "Oh God, Dave," she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder. Make me cum, baby. Make me cum like Carlton did. Please, Dave, make me cum." Paula's voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling with the need for release. Dave's fingers worked her ass, pushing deeper, stretching her, the pressure building inside her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, could feel his breath hot and damp on her neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh.
"You want to cum, baby?" Dave growled, his voice low and husky. "You want to cum on my cock while I finger your ass?"
Paula nodded, her body writhing against him, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
"Yes, baby, I want to cum for you. I want to cum all over your cock while you finger my ass."
Dave's fingers pushed deeper, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "You're my dirty little slut, aren't you, Paula? You love it when I play with your ass, don't you? You love it when I make you my filthy little whore."
"Yes, baby, yes," Paula gasped, her voice a ragged moan. "I'm your filthy little whore. I'm your dirty slut," Paula panted, her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping Dave's cock tighter. "I want you to fuck me like Carlton did. I want you to make me your little cumslut."
"You like that, don't you, my dirty little slut? You like feeling me inside your ass?"
"Yes, baby, yes," she chanted, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me, Dave. Fuck me. Make me yours."
The words had barely left her lips when Paula's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. She threw her head back, her long dark hair cascading down her back as a primal scream tore from her throat. "Oh God, Dave! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clamping down on his cock like a vise, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Dave's fingers in her ass drove her over the edge, the sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure, sending her spiraling into oblivion. The room spun around her, the sound of her screams filling her ears, drowning out everything else. She could feel Dave's cock pulsing inside her, his own release close at hand, but she was too lost in her own ecstasy to care.
Her body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.
Dave watched as Paula rode him, her body convulsing with pleasure, her tits bouncing in his face. He could see the marks he had left on her ass, the red handprints glowing in the dim light of the room. He loved seeing her like this, completely lost in her own pleasure, a dirty little whore for his taking.
He wanted more. He wanted to see her cum again, to feel her body milking his cock as she screamed his name. He wanted to take her, to claim her, to make her his once more.
But he also wanted to see her, to see the pleasure on her face, to hear her cries of ecstasy. So he waited, his body tense, his cock throbbing with the need to release.
As her orgasm began to subside, Paula's body slowly came back to earth. She opened her eyes, looking down at Dave with a mixture of lust and adoration. She could see the desire in his eyes, the need for more, and she knew she wasn't done yet either. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel Dave's cock inside her, filling her, claiming her. She wanted him to fuck her like he never had before.
With a primal growl, Dave scooped Paula up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. He threw her down onto the mattress, her ass in the air, her knees still bent beneath her. Paula looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust, her chest heaving with each breath. She wiggled her ass, a teasing invitation, and Dave didn't waste any time. He grabbed a handful of her hair, using it to pull her head back, exposing her neck, and with his other hand, he gripped her hip, holding her in place as he lined his cock up with her entrance. Without warning, he thrust into her, his cock filling her so deeply that it made her scream.
"Yes!" she cried out, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Just like that, baby. Fuck me hard.
Dave didn't hold back, he pounded into her with a ferocity that made her vision blur. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his cock driving into her over and over again.
"You're my slut," he growled, his voice a low, animalistic snarl. "This is my pussy." Dave snarled, his voice like thunder. "My pussy. Mine! Understand?"
As he spoke, he drove into Paula with even more force, each thrust like a challenge.
"Yours," Paula gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. "It's your pussy. Always."
Dave's hand moved from her hip to her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he guided her hips, making her take every inch of him. He could feel her body tightening around him, her pussy clenching and releasing him like a greedy little cunt.
"Tell me, slut" he demanded.
Paula was panting, her body sweating, her hair matted against her neck. She could feel Dave's cock filling her, stretching her, claiming her. She loved it, craved it. She was his little slut, his dirty girl.
"He fucked me from behind, Dave," she moaned, her voice ragged with pleasure.
"Just like you're doing now. He fucked me so hard, so deep, I could feel him everywhere. I could feel his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. He was so fucking big, Dave. So much bigger than you. He... he..."
"He what, Paula?" Dave growled, his hips slamming against her ass with each word. "Tell me, you fucking slut. Tell me how he fucked your little married pussy."
Paula's body trembled with each thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her as Dave pounded into her. She felt like a dirty little whore, like the filthy slut he called her. And she loved every fucking second of it.
"He fucked me hard, Dave," she panted, her voice a desperate, pleading moan. "He fucked me like he owned my pussy. He... he made me feel like... like..." Paula's words trailed off as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel Dave's cock swelling inside her, his breath hot and ragged on her neck. She knew he was close, could feel the tension coiling in his body, the way his muscles tensed and released with each thrust.
"He made you feel like what, Paula? Tell me, you fucking whore. Tell me how he made your fucked-up pussy feel like it was never meant for mine." He needed to hear it, to know it, to feel it. He needed to know every dirty detail of how Carlton had claimed his wife.
"He made me feel... like a slut...but I liked it." Paula's voice was breathy, her hips moving against Dave's in a slow, sensual grind. "I liked feeling like a dirty little slut, like I was only good for one thing."
Dave's hand came down hard on Paula's ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. Paula gasped, her body jerking in response, her pussy clenching around Dave's cock. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Dave growled, his voice filled with lust and possession. "You like being my dirty little whore?" He slapped her ass again, harder this time, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Paula moaned, her body arching into the sting. She loved the pain, loved the way it mixed with the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Yes, Dave," she cried out, her voice a ragged moan. "I love it when you spank my fat ass.
It makes me feel like the dirty little slut I am." Paula's voice was a low moan, her hips moving in sync with Dave's, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Dave's hand came down again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. "You take it like a good little whore, don't you?" he growled, his cock throbbing inside her. "You like getting spanked now?"
Paula nodded, her body trembling with each smack. "Yes, Dave. I love it.
Dave spanked Paula's fat married brown ass. "Did you let him cum on your ass?"
Dave bit out between clenched teeth, his hips slamming into her with a force that made the bed creak. "Did you let him mark your ass with his fucking cum?"
Paula's eyes flew open, her breath caught in her throat at the raw, primal sound of Dave's voice. She knew what he wanted, what he needed. She knew he wanted to hear the filthy details, to be taken to the edge with her words before he pushed her over it with his cock.
She smiled, a wicked, sultry smile that promised everything. "Yes, Dave," she whispered, her voice filled with lust and defiance. "He marked me, baby.
He came all over my ass, his hot, thick cum dripping down my cheeks. It was fucking filthy." Paula's voice was a low, sultry purr, her hips moving in sync with Dave's, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Dave's cock throbbed inside her at the image, the thought of another man's cum on her, marking her as his own. "That's so fucking hot. I wish I could have seen that.
I wish I could have seen you on your knees, your ass in the air, his huge black cock pounding into you while he spanked your fat ass and called you his dirty little slut. You let him take a picture of your fat ass covered in his cum?"
Dave growled, his hips slamming into Paula with a force that had the bed creaking in protest.
"Yes," Paula gasped out, her body bucking against him with each thrust. "He took a picture of my ass, all covered in his cum. He said he wanted to remember what my married pussy looked like after he fucked it."
Dave's cock twitched inside her at the image, and he let out a low, primal growl. "That's so fucking hot, Paula. Are you getting to let him show your fat ass covered in cum to his friends?"
Dave growled, his voice low and menacing as he continued to pound into Paula.
"Yes, baby," Paula moaned, her body trembling with each thrust. "He showed it to everyone. To all his friends. He bragged about fucking my married pussy, about filling my ass with his hot cum."
Dave's cock was like a fucking piston, hammering in and out of her, her ass jiggling with each forceful thrust. Paula cried out, her body convulsing at the intense pleasure and pain. "You want him to show your cum covered ass to his friends?"
Dave growled, his hips pistoning into her, his cock stretching her wide. "You want them to see what a fucking slut you are?"
"Yes, baby," Paula moaned, her body writhing beneath him. "I want them to see. I want them to know what a dirty little whore I am for you. I want them to see how much I love taking another man's cum."
Dave spanked his wife's whore ass again. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you? You love being a Being a dirty little cumdump for other men? You want his friends to fuck you?"
Dave groaned, his hips grinding harder against hers, his cock stretching her pussy wide. He could feel himself losing control, the image of Paula, her ass covered in Carlton's cum, on display for his friends, sending him into a frenzy.
"I want them to fuck me, Dave," she moaned, her voice a sultry whisper. "I want them to fuck with their big black dicks! I want them to use my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I want to be their dirty little slut, their cum slut!"
Dave's cock throbbed at her words, her filthy confession pushing him over the edge.
He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her back against him, impaling her on his cock with a brutal thrust. "Fuck yes, you will," he snarled. "You want all their big black cocks?"
Paula's body trembled with each brutal thrust, her breasts swaying beneath her as Dave claimed her with a ferocity that left her in no doubt as to who she belonged to. "Yes," she moaned, her voice ragged with desire. "I love black dick, Dave. I want them to fuck me with their big, black cocks. I want all of them to use me, to fill me up with their cum. I want to be their dirty little slut,!"
"Fuck, Paula. You're making me crazy," Dave groaned, his cock throbbing inside her. "You're a black cock slut now?"
"God, yes. I want black dick,!" Paula screamed.
"Oh God, Dave, I'm cumming!" Her pussy clamped down on Dave's cock like a vice, her body convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure. Dave could feel her juices flooding him, her orgasm milking his cock for all it was worth. He grunted, his hips moving in short, sharp thrusts as he rode out her orgasm, his balls tightening as his own release approached. "That's it, baby," he growled. "Cum for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy of yours cum all over my cock."
As Paula's orgasm began to subside, Dave pulled out of her with a suddenness that made her gasp. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust, her chest heaving with each breath. Just as she was about to speak, Dave pulled out of her, his cock throbbing in his hand. "Turn around, Paula," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. Paula did as she was told, turning onto her back and propping herself up on her elbows. She watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as Dave stroked his cock, his hand moving rapidly up and down the length of his shaft. She could see the desire on his face, the raw, primal need that made her feel like a fucking goddess. He was gorgeous, his muscles taut, his body slick with sweat, and she knew that he was about to do something that would make her scream his name.
Dave's hand moved faster, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he stroked his cock.
Paula could see the muscles in his arms and chest tense, the veins in his neck stand out as he approached the edge. She spread her legs wider, giving him a clear view of her ass, her pussy still glistening with their combined juices. "Cum on me, Dave," she moaned, her voice a low, desperate plea. "Cum all over my ass, baby. I want to feel your hot cum on my brown skin." Dave let out a low, primal growl, his hips jerking as the first spurt of cum shot out of his cock, landing with a splat on Paula's ass. He grunted, his cock throbbing in his hand as he continued to stroke himself, his cum spurting out in thick, ropy strands, coating her ass and back in a thick, white mess.
Paula moaned, her body writhing as she felt the warmth of his cum hit her skin, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She reached back, her fingers slicking through the thick liquid, her hand cupping the hot, sticky mess before bringing it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers clean, her eyes locked onto Dave's, her moans filling the room as she savored the taste of him. "Fuck, Paula," Dave growled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watched her. "You're so fucking dirty." Paula smiled, a wicked, sultry smile that promised more.
Paula's fat, brown ass looked absolutely stunning covered in Dave's white cum. The thick, creamy liquid clung to her smooth, dark skin, creating stark contrast against her deep, warm hue. The cum coated her full, round cheeks, dripping down into her ass crack, leaving trails of white in its wake. Some of it had already started to drip down her thighs, while other globs remained, glistening and wet. The sight of her, marked and claimed by her husband, was incredibly hot and degrading all at the same time. The cum highlighted the fullness of her ass, making it look even bigger and more tempting. It was a sight that Dave knew he would never forget, a visual reminder of the intense pleasure they had just shared.