Chapter 1: Revenge
“You came back then?” Max called from the bed as he heard the room to the suite click shut.
Just the sound of his voice reignited the anger that had been simmering inside Hannah since she had stormed out of the room earlier that day, after catching Max perving on the attractive female hotel worker that had shown them to their room.
She had spent the evening drowning her sorrows at the poolside bar, getting more and more intent on revenge as she drank and flirted with the very attractive barman, Michael.
She had decided that the best way to get back at him was to make him feel the humiliation that she had felt and Michael had appeared more than willing to help.
He was tall, muscular and toned, his skin dark and smooth and caught the attention of every female guest around the bar, but it was Hannah that he had gravitated to, drawn like a moth to the flame, unable to resists her thick, curvy, voluptuous body clad in a tight, low cut black dress.
He had been ever so attentive, ensuring she was never without a drink, his manner confident and charming.
She was sure this wasn’t the first time Michael had been invited back to a guests room and was clearly a bit of a player, something that would normally have put her off but tonight she didn’t care, she was using Michael to get back at her husband and he was the perfect tool for the job.
“Yes,” Hannah hissed back, her voice full of venom, “I came back, but I didn’t come back alone,” she added, grabbing Michael by the hand and leading him down the short corridor and into the main room of the suite.
Max lay on the bed watching tv, but turned as Hannah and Michael stepped into the room, his eyes widening as he took in Michael’s broad shoulders and the way his tight black t-shirt clung to his muscles.
Hannah could see the look of shock on his face and a sly smile spread across her lips.
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“Max,” Hannah said, her voice dripping with venom, “I don’t think you’ve met Michael. He’s been looking after me while you were busy ogling other women.”
Max’s face flushed with embarrassment, his eyes darting between Hannah and Michael, his jaw clenched. “Hannah, what the hell is going on?”
“Oh, you know, just a little something to pass the time,” Hannah replied, her voice light and teasing. “Michael here was kind enough to keep me company while you were too busy checking out the hotel staff.” She ran her hand up Michael's arm, her nails tracing the outline of his bicep. “He's been very... attentive.”
She watched as Max’s jaw clenched, his fist tightening around the remote control, her words clearly having the desired effect.
“As you’re allowed to perv and flirt with other people, I thought it was only fair that I should have a little fun too,” she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I plan on doing a lot more than flirting,” she added, her fingers gliding across Michael’s broad, muscular chest.
She knew she may regret what she was planning to do but the combination of alcohol, anger and a desire for revenge was making her bold and she was determined to make Max feel the humiliation that she had felt.
She turned to face Michael, looking up at him as he towered over her, making her feel small and vulnerable in a way that both excited and terrified her.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as she looked up at Michael, her eyes wide and innocent, a stark contrast to the venom she had been spewing at Max just moments before.
Michael smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. “Not at all,” he replied, his voice a deep, rumbling purr, “I’m here to make sure guests have a good time.”
She knew Max would be watching her, could feel his eyes burning into her as she closed her eyes, parting her lips slightly, inviting Michael to kiss her.
He didn't hesitate, his mouth descending onto hers, his thick lips soft and firm, his tongue sliding between her lips, exploring her mouth with a confidence that made her knees weak.
She could hear Max shifting on the bed, the sound of the tv suddenly muted, and she knew he was watching them, his eyes taking in every detail of Michael's large hands as they began to roam over her body, gripping her fleshy hip with one hand as they other grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly.
She moaned softly into Michael’s mouth, pressing her body closer against him, her huge tits squashed against his muscular chest. She could feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against her stomach, his desire for her obvious.
She broke away from Michael's kiss, her eyes fluttering open as she turned, her gaze locked with Max's.
She could see the anger and jealousy in his eyes that she had hoped for, but beneath it all was something else, a dark, hungry fascination that made her pulse quicken.
This was supposed to be revenge, he was supposed to feel humiliated, not turned on. She knew she had to push him harder, had to go beyond her normal boundaries.
She turned back to Michael, a renewed feeling of determination coursing through her veins.
She craned her neck upwards again, her lips parting slightly as she and Michael began to kiss again, this time making a real effort to over exaggerate their passion, her lips crashing against his, her tongue dancing with his in a fiery and hungry dance.
She felt Michael’s hands return to her body, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips and ass as she pressed against him, a soft moan escaping her lips that she knew would be heard by Max.
She pulled back slightly, their lips still touching as she whispered softly, “undress me in front of my husband, let him see what you get and he doesn’t deserve,” she said, her voice dripping with venom and a newfound confidence that made her feel powerful.
Michael smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire as Hannah turned to face her husband. She could feel Michael’s erection pressing against her ass as she looked at Max, her face defiant and challenging.
Michaels hands drifted over her shoulders, his fingers slipping under the straps of her dress and slowly easing them down her arms.
Max had sat up and watched intently from the bed as Michael began to undress his wife, his eyes locked on the smooth creamy skin of Hannah’s shoulders, arms and chest as Michael slowly eased the dress further down, past her huge tits until it pooled around her waist.
Hannah reached up, cupping her own tits, clad in a black lace bra that did little to conceal their size as she squeezed them, feeling her nipples harden into stiff peaks as their strained against the delicate fabric.
“I can’t wait to feel your hands all over me,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire and a newfound defiance as she continued to look at Max, daring him to say something, to stop this, but he remained silent, his eyes locked on her body, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
She felt Michales hand begin to fumble with the clasp of her bra and gasped slightly as she felt it give way, Michael pulling her bra away from under her hands and tossing it aside.
Hannah squeezed her now exposed tits again, feeling her nipples hard and sensitive against her palm. She hadn’t been topless in front of another man since before she was with Max and it felt both thrilling and shameful, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that made her pulse quicken.
She could feel Michael’s breath on her skin as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her as he started to kiss her neck.
Hannah let her head fall back against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed as she savoured the sensation of his lips on her skin, his hands reaching round and over her own as he began to squeeze and knead her huge tits with her own hands.
She knew Max wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off her and she slide her hands out from under Michael’s, allowing him to take full control, his big, strong fingers kneading and squeezing the soft, heavy flesh with a confidence that made her breath catch.
She moaned loudly as Michael’s hands worked her tits, his thick fingers finding her nipples and pinching them gently, then harder, a sharp sting that made her gasp.
“Mmmm my nipples are so fucking hard and sensitive,” she purred, “look at what you’re doing to me, Michael,” she said, her voice think with desire as her eyes fluttered open and she looked at Max.
He was still sat on the bed, his eyes following Michael’s hands as they groped and mauled her tits, his eyes dark, a mix of anger, jealousy and desire playing across his face.
She looked down at her tits, a smile spreading across her lips as she watched Michael continued to play with them, his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling her stiff nipples.
”Look at how good your dark skin looks against my pale, creamy flesh,” she said, her voice a low purr, “I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to have a black man’s hands all over my body,” she moaned.
She heard Max shift on the bed, the sound of fabric rustling as he moved, and knew he was getting uncomfortable. She smirked to herself, knowing her words were getting to him, her determination to increase his jealousy and anger growing.
“Ive always fantasised about a big, black cock fucking me,” she continued, “using and stretching my tight little married white pussy,” her voice thick with desire, “it’s all I think about when my husband isn’t fucking me properly,” she added, her eyes flicking up to meet Max’s, watching his reaction.
“The thought of a thick, black cock deep inside me is the only thing that helps me to cum when I’m with him,” she said, her voice dripping with venom, her look mocking and defiant.
She continued to look at Max as she eased her dress down over her wide hips, letting it fall and pool at high heel clad feet.
Hannah continued to stare into her husband’s eyes as she stood there in just a tiny black thong and heels, Michael’s hands still all over her tits.
“I’m desperate to taste you,” she purred, “desperate to finally know what it’s like to suck a real dick, one that’s thick and big enough to fill my mouth and make me gag,” she groaned, her hand reaching between her legs and legs, rubbing her clit through the thin lace of her thong.
Max’s breath hitched, his eyes locked on her fingers as they worked her clit, his jaw clenched so tight she could hear his teeth grinding.
“Just the thought of it has got me so fucking wet,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, her hips rolling slightly as she rubbed herself through the thin lace of her thong, the sound of her wetness filling the room.
“I never get this wet for you,” she added, her voice dripping with venom as she looked at Max, “I’m literally dripping for Michael, just the thought of sucking his big, black cock has me so fucking horny,” she groaned, her fingers slipping under the waistband of her thong and sliding down over her smooth, shaved pussy.
“Sucking your cock is a chore, an obligation, but this?” she said, her voice thick with desire as her free hand reached behind her between her and Michale and grabbed his cock through his trousers, “this is what I really want, this is what a woman really needs to satisfy her.
With one final glare at Max, she turned to face Michael again, her eyes dark with lust and determination as she reached for his belt. She encouraged him to take a step towards the bed, ensuring Max had a completely unobstructed side on view of what she was about to do.
She wanted to make sure he could see it all, every single detail, every single moment of her betrayal.
As Hannah unbuckled Michael’s belt she slowly sank to her knees in front of him, looking up at Michael submissively as she began to undo the button of his trousers.
Max’s breath was ragged, his eyes locked on her as she knelt there, her huge tits swaying slightly, her nipples still hard and sensitive from Michael’s hands.
Hannah tugged at Michael’s trousers, pulling his trousers and boxers down around his thick muscles thighs in one smooth motion, his huge, thick black cock springing free, inches from her face, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
Hannah groaned as she looked at it, her eyes fixed intently, widening as she took in the impressive girth and length of his cock, the veins pulsing beneath the dark, smooth skin.
She licked her lips, her eyes still locked on his cock, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s so fucking perfect,” she breathed, her hand reaching up, fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, not even close to being able to close her hand around it.
“You’re like three times the size of my husband,” she purred, her voice a mix of desire and condescension as she continued to stare obsessively at Michael’s cock, her hand starting to slowly stroke it, feeling the weight and thickness in her palm.
“It’s so big, so fucking thick,” she breathed as she watched the skin of his cock stretch and tighten as she pumped it slowly, her eyes locked on the way the head swelled and darkened with each stroke.
She could hear Max shifting on the bed again, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps and she knew he was struggling to keep his emotions in check.
She turned her head slightly, her eyes flicking to meet his, a smirk playing on the corners of her mouth as she slowly opened her mouth , her tongue darting out to lick the head of Michael's cock, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.
Max's eyes widened, his jaw clenching as he watched Hannah's tongue circle the head of Michael's cock, her lips parting wider as she began to take the head into her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she savoured the sensation of having a real man's cock in her mouth for the first time.
She could feel her lips stretching as she took more and more of Michael's thick cock into her mouth, her tongue pressing against the underside, feeling the pulsing vein that ran along its length.
She moaned softly, the vibrations of her voice making Michael's cock twitch in her mouth, a fresh bead of pre-cum leaking out onto her tongue.
She could feel Max's eyes on her, could feel the weight of his gaze as he watched her suck another man's cock, his wife, and she knew it was killing him, knew he would be struggling.
She pulled back slightly, her lips popping off the head of Michael's cock as she looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire and a newfound confidence.
“I can take all of my husbands cock easily in my mouth,” she said, her voice mocking, “but I can’t even take a third of you,” she added, her lips parting as she guided the head of Michael’s cock back into her mouth, pushing her head forward until she gagged, her eyes watering as she chocked on the thick, veiny shaft as she held him there for a few seconds.
“Fuck,” she gasped as she pulled back, her lips glistening with salvia and precum. “My husband can’t make me gag with his cock, it’s not big enough,” she said, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction, “but yours?”
She guided the head back into her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around the thick shaft as she started to gag again, a wet, glucking sound filling the room as she worked her mouth and throat around Michael’s huge cock as her hand stroked the rest of his shaft.
She was intent on putting on a show, making sure Max saw every detail, heard every gag and moan as she allowed Michael to slowly start fuck her mouth.
His fingers tangled into her long blonde hair, his grip firm but gentle as his hips began to move, holding her head steady as he started to saw his cock in and out of her mouth, her breath coming in short, shape gasps as she struggled to breath through her nose.
She let go of Michael’s shaft, her hands dropping to cup and squeeze her own tits again as Michael continued to slowly fuck her mouth.
There was something so submissive about just letting him take control, letting him dictate the pace, the way he held her head in his hand, guiding her, making her take his cock deeper and deeper until she was gagging again, her eyes watering, her throat constricting around the thick, veiny shaft as he used her pretty mouth.
She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she created a vacuum seal around his cock, her tongue pressing against the underside, feeling the pulsing veins that ran along its length as he fucked her mouth.
All of this was to get back at Max but she couldn’t help how genuinely turned on she was becoming. She had never felt so desired, so used, so completely consumed by another man. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel powerful and alive.
Michael's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving faster as he started to really fuck her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her lips, her saliva coating his shaft, making it glisten in the soft light of the room.
The wet, sucking sound filled the air, a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo through the suite, each sound sending a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body.
Hannah’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the relentless pace of Michael’s thrusts. She could feel Max’s eyes burning into her, watching every second of her submission, every gasp and moan as she was used by another man. It was intoxicating, the way her body responded to Michael’s dominance, the way her pussy clenched and throbbed with need.
Her fingers found both her nipples, hard and aching and she began to pinch and twist them, a sharpe sting that made her clit pulse with pleasure as Michael’s cock filled her mouth and she groaned desperately around his shaft.
She was struggling to breathe, her lungs burning with the need for air, but she didn’t care. She wanted Max to see her like this, wanted him to know exactly how much she was enjoying this, how much she was being used and dominated by this man.
Eventually it become to much and she had to pull back, gasping for air, her chest heaving as she looked up at Michael, her eyes dark and hungry.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she panted, her voice thick with lust and urgency, “I need you inside me, I need to feel that big black cock stretching me open.”
She turned to face Max again, her eyes locked on him, daring him to say something, to put a stop this, but he remained silent, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Michael offered out his hand and Hannah took it, her eyes still locked with Max as he helped her to her feet.
“Move over,” Hannah ordered, her voice harsh and commanding, “we need the bed so you can watch a real man fuck your wife,” she added mockingly.
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Hannah and Michael, but he did as he was told, shifting over on the bed, his back pressed against the headboard, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of him.
Hannah hooked her fingers into the waistband of her thong, slowly easing it down over her wide hips, her eyes still locked with Max's as she stepped out of it, standing before him completely naked, her huge tits heaving with each breath.
She reached down and picked it up, holding it out to Max, a smirk playing on her lips. "Smell it," she commanded, her voice thick with desire and a newfound confidence, "smell how fucking wet and desperate I am for him,” she added before throwing the
thong at him, hitting him square in the chest.
Max caught it, his eyes flicking down to the damp fabric in his hand before looking back up at her, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark with anger and desire.
He didn’t say anything but slowly drew the thong to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering closed as he took in the scent of her arousal, the musky, sweet smell of her pussy filling his nostrils.
Hannah watched him, her eyes locked on his face, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched him breathe in her scent, watched the way his body tensed, his cock straining against his shorts.
”Pathetic,” she spat, her voice laced with venom and satisfaction. “Look at you sniffing my wet thong like a good boy, so hard and turned on at the sight of your wife sucking another man’s cock, at the thought of me being fucked by a real man.”
She turned to face Michael who had now stripped naked, her eyes dark and hungry as she reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed.
He followed willingly, his eyes locked on her naked body, his cock already hard and throbbing with desire as she climbed up onto the bed, getting onto her hands and knees across the bed, Max’s legs stretched out underneath her as she positioned herself directly in front of him, her huge tits swaying beneath her.
She spread her knees wider, her pussy on full display for Michael as he stood at the side of the bed, positioned behind her, stroking his huge cock in his hand.
Hannah turned her head to look at Max, “how embarrassing for you,” she said mockingly, “to see your wife on her hands and knees like this, offering herself to another man, a man with a cock thats so much bigger and better than yours, a man with a real cock that can fill and stretch me properly, like you never could.”
Her words were meant to humiliate Max, to make him feel small and inadequate but she could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his breath hitched as he watched her. He was enjoying this she realised, enjoying the show she was putting on, the way she was using him, humiliating him.
She had to try harder, had to push him further.
“So pathetic just sat there watching whilst a real man is about to fuck your wife,” she continued, her voice dripping with venom and satisfaction, “you’re not even going to try and stop him, are you?” she taunted, “you’re just going to sit there and watch as I’m stretched, filled and used by a real man, a man who can actually satisfy me, a man who can make me cum properly, how embarrassing for you.”
She saw Max’s chest rise and fall rapidly, his hands clenched into fists on the bedsheets, his jaw set in a tight line. She could tell he was struggling to contain himself, his body betraying his anger with every tense muscle and ragged breath.
“If I’m going to allow you to watch, you need to make yourself useful,” she said, her voice dripping with mocking condescension as she looked at Max. “You clearly like the idea of another man fucking your wife, so why don’t you help him?” Hannah said, her voice laced with mocking amusement.
“Show me how pathetic you are and put his cock inside of me,” she order, her eyes fixed with Max’s, “take his big cock in your hand and push it into my greedy pussy,
show me how much you want to be part of this.”
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between Hannah and Michael, his jaw clenched tightly. He looked like he was torn between his anger and the undeniable arousal coursing through him. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the thick, veiny cock in Michael’s hand.
“Go on,” Hannah urged, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. “You’re quite happy to put a big black dildo in my pussy to satisfy your kink, so why not do it with a real cock? I know how much you love to see me filled and stretched, now hand me over to a real man to do it properly.”
Max's eyes flashed with anger, but there was no mistaking the bulge in his shorts. He was clearly struggling with his emotions, but his arousal was winning out. Slowly, he leaned across the bed and reached out tentatively, wrapping his hand around Michael's thick shaft.
It felt hot and heavy in his hand as he guided it towards Hannah's slick, glistening pussy, his fingers trembling slightly as he positioned it at her entrance.
Hannah watched him, her eyes dark and hungry, her lips parted as she moaned softly, her body already arching upwards in anticipation.
”Good boy,” she encouraged as she felt the bulbous head of Michael’s cock press against her. “You’ve never felt a cock that big in your hand before have you,” she teased, and Max felt a pang of jealousy at her words.
“Now push it inside me, completely unprotected, a real cock like this gets to fuck my pussy raw, I want to feel it bare and enjoy every fucking inch,” she groaned, pushing her hips back slightly as she tried to impale herself on Michael’s cock.
Max’s breath hitched as he held Michael’s cock in place and Hannah gradually began to push herself back onto it, her wet, swollen pussy lips stretching to accommodate the thick head as it slowly started to enter her.
“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, her voice thick with pleasure and humiliation as she felt the fat head break through her tight entrance, her pussy clenching tightly around it as it gripped him, her body struggling to take the sheer size of him.
Max let go of Michael as Hannah began to slowly push back further, her pussy stretching wider and wider to accommodate his thick shaft as it began to disappear inside her, inch by inch.
Hannah’s face was contorted, a mix of pain and pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut as she took more and more of Michael’s cock inside her, her breath coming in sharp, gasping pants as she felt him fill her completely, his cock pressing against her cervix, his heavy balls resting against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“Now that’s a real cock,” she groaned, her voice satisfied and mocking and she looked over Max.
“You’ve never even come close to filling me like this have you?” She taunted, her hips rolling slightly as she started to fuck Michael. “He’s ruining your wife’s pussy, stretching it out permanently, making it his own, how fucking embarrassing for you,” she said, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction.
“If I ever let you fuck me again just remember that I’ll be comparing you to him, wishing it was his cock inside me instead of yours,” she added, her voice thick with desire and a newfound confidence.
“You’ll never be enough for me again, not after I’ve had a real man’s cock inside me,” she groaned, her hips rolling faster and harder as she took him deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Max’s breath was ragged, his eyes locked on the sight of his wife, her pussy stretched around another man’s cock, her huge tits swaying with each thrust as she fucked Michael, her moans filling the room.
“I won’t even feel you inside me anymore,” Hannah groaned, “I’ll always be thinking about him, about how much bigger and better he is than you, how much more he satisfies me.”
Max’s jaw clenched, his hand clenching, unable to stop his other hand from reaching down to rub his cock through his shorts, his body betraying his anger and humiliation with every ragged breath.
“Get it out,” Hannah order, her voice stern. “I want to see you stroke that pathetic little cock of yours whilst I’m being fucked by a real man.”
Max hesitated, his eyes flicking between Hannah and Michael, but the sight of his wife’s pussy stretched around another man’s cock was too much for him to resist. He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, pushing them down over his hips and freeing his cock, his hand immediately wrapping around the shaft, stroking it slowly as he watched Hannah fuck Michael.
“That’s it,” Hannah groaned, her voice thick with satisfaction and mocking amusement. “Stroke that little dick of yours whilst you watch your wife being properly fucked and satisfied by a real cock You like watching me like this, don’t you? You like seeing me stretched and filled by another man, knowing that you could never make me feel this good, this satisfied.”
Max’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his cock as he watched Hannah’s huge tits sway and bounce with each thrust of her hips backwards.
“Pathetic,” Hannah spat, her voice laced with venom as she looked at Max, her eyes dark and hungry, fucking Michael with hard, deep strokes, her pussy clenching and releasing around his thick shaft. “I’m going to make him cum inside of me, let him fill my cunt with his hot, fertile, superior seed,” she taunted, “I want him to fucking breed me, I want to be impregnated by a real man, to have his baby, to show the world that I’ve been claimed and used by a real man, a man who can actually satisfy me, a man who can make me cum properly.”
Max’s hand moved faster, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he watched Hannah fuck Michael, her words sending a fresh wave of humiliation and arousal coursing through him. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he watched his wife being used and dominated by another man.
“Look at him balls deep in your fucking wife’s pussy, look at how much bigger and better he is than you,” Hannah taunted, her voice thick with desire and satisfaction as she looked at Max, her eyes locked with his as she continued to fuck Michael, her huge tits bouncing and swaying with each thrust. “He’s going to cum inside me, he’s going to fill me with his hot, thick cum, he’s going to breed me, make me his, make me pregnant with his baby,” she groaned, her voice laced with mocking amusement and desire.
“He feels so fucking good, so much fucking better than you’ve ever fucked me,” she panted, the pleasure coursing through her body making her words slur slightly. “He fucking owns me now, this isn’t your pussy anymore, it’s his, his properly, your wife’s pussy is now another man’s properly, how fucking pathetic,” she spat.
Hannah could feel her own orgasm building inside her, the pleasure in her stomach tightening into a knot, her thighs trembling as she fucked Michael.
She reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to pound into her, her thrusts meeting his as his cock slide in and out of her.
“Look at me!” She ordered, her voice sharp with command, her fingers still working her clit in tight, relentless circles. “I want you to watch as he makes me cum, I want the image of this to stay with you forever, the image of your wife being fucked by a real man, your wife being used and dominated by a cock that’s so much bigger than yours.”
Max’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps. He could feel his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing in his hand as he watched Hannah’s huge tits bounce with each thrust, her body arching and twisting as she took Michael’s cock deeper and deeper.
“I’m gonna cum,” Hannah panted, her fingers working her clit faster, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. “I’m gonna cum all over his big black cock, I’m gonna cum with another man’s cock inside me, not yours,” she groaned, her voice thick with desire and humiliation.
Max watched as Hannah’s body tensed and then trembled as her orgasm hit her, her hips bucking wildly as she ground herself back against Michael, taking him as deep as possible as her cunt clenched and released around his cock, her juices dripping down his shaft as she screamed her release.
“Fuuuuck!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the suite, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, her huge tits bouncing and swaying with each erratic jerk, her pussy clenching tightly around Michael’s cock as she rode out her orgasm.
Max’s eyes were glued to the scene, his hand moving faster on his cock, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he watched Hannah’s body convulse with pleasure, the sight of her being used and dominated by another man pushing him closer and closer to his own release.
The feeling of Hannah’s orgasm has pushed Michael to the edge and she felt him grip her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held himself deep inside of her.
“Cum inside me,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire and satisfaction, “fill me up, breed me, show my husband my pussy is yours.”
Michael let out a low groan, his body tensing as he began to cum, his hot, thick seed filling Hannah’s pussy, coating her insides as he pumped into her, his cock throbbing and pulsing with each release.
Hannah could feel every pulse, every jet of cum as it filled her, her pussy clenching and releasing around him, milking him for every last drop as she continued to ride out her own orgasm.
“Hes cumming inside your wife, I can feel it, filling me, breeding me, making me his,” she moaned, her voice slurred with pleasure and satisfaction, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her.
Max watched in a daze, his hand still stroking his cock, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as he watched the scene unfold before him. He could feel his own orgasm building, his body tensing with anticipation as he watched Hannah’s body convulse with pleasure, her huge tits bouncing and swaying with each erratic jerk but he fought the aching desire to cum.
Hannah slumped forward across his legs, spent and satisfied, Michael’s cock slipping from her stretched, gaped hole as she did so.
“Mmmm thank you baby,” she cooed, turning to look over her shoulder at Michael. “You can go now,” she encouraged, dismissing him casually, “I think I need to have a little chat with my husband now.”
Michael nodded, a satisfied smirk on his face as he gathered his clothes and left the room, leaving Hannah and Max alone.
Hannah pushed herself up before flopping down next to Max, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of her orgasm.
“I bet you want to cum now don’t you?” She purred, her voice dripping with condescension as she leaned back against the headboard.
Her tits heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, looking across at Max, his cock still hard and in his hand.
“Well if you want to cum then you’re going to have to earn it,” she
said, her voice laced with mocking amusement. “You’ve enjoyed watching me being used and dominated by another man, now it’s your turn to be used.”
Max’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was no mistaking the way his cock twitched in response to her words.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice tight with tension.
“You’re going to clean me up,” Hannah said, her voice dripping with condescension as she spread her legs, revealing her pussy, swollen and gaping from Michael’s cock, his cum leaking out of her.
“You’re going to use your tongue to lick and suck every last drop of his cum from your wife’s sore and used pussy,” she said, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she watched Max’s face darken with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
Max’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between Hannah’s spread legs and his own cock, still hard and throbbing in his hand. He knew what she wanted to humiliate him further but the thought of it actually turned him on even more.
He got up and lay on his stomach, positioning himself between her legs which she had spread wide and open for him.
He hesitated for a moment, he could smell the musky scent of her arousal and the lingering musk of Michael’s cum. He could see the glistening wetness of her pussy, swollen, gaped wide, a trickle of thick cum slowly leaking out of her.
She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his
face into her pussy, his nose pressing against the soft, sensitive flesh.
“Lick it,” she commanded, her voice thick with satisfaction and a newfound dominance. “Lick every last drop of his cum from your wife’s pussy, make sure you taste it, make sure you know how good it feels to be used by another man.”
Max’s breath hitched as he felt the heat of her body against his face, the musky scent of her arousal and Michael’s cum filling nostrils as he buried his face between her thighs.
Hannah let out a deep moan as she felt Max’s gentle tongue start to lap and lock her swollen, sensitive folds, her fingers tightening in his hair as she held him in place.
“That it’s baby,” she purred, “such a good boy cleaning up your wife’s used pussy, make sure it’s all nice and clean for the next big black cock I bring back here.”
She could feel his tongue flicking and circling her clit, teasing her, making her breath hitch as she shifted her hips slightly, her body still trembling from her previous orgasm.
“This is going to be your job from now on, you don’t get to fuck me anymore, my pussy is only for real men, for men with big black cocks that can fill and satisfy me properly,” she taunted, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction and a newfound dominance. “Your job is to clean up the mess they make, to lick and suck random men’s cum out of your wife’s well used, and finally satisfied pussy.” Hannah’s voice was laced with mocking amusement as she ground her hips against Max’s face, her pussy leaking more of Michael’s cum onto his tongue.
Max’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he tried to hold back his own orgasm, his cock throbbing beneath him as he lapped at her pussy, the taste of Michael’s cum and her arousal filling his mouth.
Hannah’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair as she felt his tongue flicking over her clit, teasing and tormenting her.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she moaned, her voice thick with satisfaction, “but that’s all you’re good for, cleaning your wife’s pussy after a real man has fucked her, how embarrassing for you, how fucking pathetic getting off to man with a bigger cock satisfying your wife properly,” she spat.
Unable to stop himself, not even touching himself, Max felt his orgasm hit him, his body tensing as he came, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he spilled his seed onto the bedsheets beneath him, his face still buried in Hannah’s pussy, his tongue lapping at her swollen, sensitive folds.
“Oh, look at that,” Hannah taunted, her voice dripping with mocking amusement as she felt Max’s body shudder with his release, “you’ve just cum all over the bed, you’ve just made a mess of yourself, how pathetic, you couldn’t even last long enough to make me cum, you couldn’t even make yourself useful,” she said, her voice laced with venom.
“Such a disappointment, but we’ll just have to try again tomorrow with a new man and hopefully you can last longer next time, now I’m tired,” she added, rolling over onto her side away from Max, “Goodnight”.
The End