Chapter 4: Rising Action
The texting between Matt and Madison continued for weeks.
They became closer and more intimate with each passing day. Matt's filthy talk and commands had Madison constantly on edge, her body humming with arousal she didn't know she possessed.
One afternoon, when Nick was out of town on business, Madison found herself alone and bored. She picked up her phone and sent Matt a message.
**Madison:** Hey Matt, what are you up to?
**@carguy:** Just sitting here, thinking about you. Thinking about your body, Madison. Your soft skin, your curves. And how badly I want to touch you. For you to be my wife.
Madison felt a flush of heat spread through her body.
She had never felt so desired, so wanted. She could picture Matt's hands on her, his fingers exploring her most intimate places. She bit her lip, her mind racing with the images his words conjured.
**Madison:** You're making me blush, Matt.
Matt smiled as he read her message, his cock throbbing with desire. He loved how easily he could make her respond to him, how easily he could turn her on.
**@carguy:** I want to make you do more than blush, Madison. I want to make you fucking drip.
I want to make you beg for it, Madison. I want to taste you, to lick your cunt until you're screaming my name. I want to make you come so hard you see fucking stars.
Madison felt her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. Matt's words were so filthy, so explicit, and yet, she found herself craving them, craving him. She bit her lip, her body aching with desire as she typed out her response.
**Madison:** Fuck, Matt. You're making me so wet. I can feel it soaking through my panties.
God, I wish you were here right now.
**@carguy:** Fuck, Madison. I wish I was there too. I wish I could see you, touch you, taste you. But for now, I need you to do something for me. I need you to touch yourself for me.
Madison's heart raced as she read his words. She felt a rush of excitement and nervousness as she contemplated his request. She knew she had gone too far with him but lied to herself saying it was okay if it stayed in text. In reality she had no idea Matt lived so close by.
she then sent him a reply that changed everything.
**Madison:** Okay, Matt. I'll do it. I'll touch myself for you. I can play longer…Nick is out of town.
Matt's heart raced as he read her message. He couldn't believe it. He knew he had to be careful, to not push too hard too fast. But he also knew that he wanted this, wanted her, and he was going to have her.
**@carguy:** Get on the bed, Madison. I want you to strip for me. Slowly.
Madison's heart pounded in her chest as she set her phone down and stood up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with anticipation and trepidation. She was lost in the fantasy totally unaware how real it could become.
**@carguy:**: he’s out of town huh? Bummer I can’t just come over and keep you company….
lost in the fantasy, and totally unaware at how realistic that was, Madison replied :
**Madison:** I wish you could too, Matt. I really do.
**@carguy:** Hmmm well maybe I can just stop by for a bit. I know I said I’d keep it virtual. But trust me, it’d just be a friendly quick visit. No harm in that. Who knows what that might lead to…
**@carguy:** You can’t just tell me to fuck off?
**@carguy:** I’m only a couple miles away. I can be there in like 45 minutes.
Madison hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She stopped dead in her tracks. She had no idea he lived so close, or that she even had her address. Reality washed over her. Several more texts from Matt came in as she sat paralyzed in shame and worry over this reality.
Madison's heart pounded in her chest. She felt a sickening mixture of fear, excitement, and guilt. She knew she shouldn't do this, but she also couldn't deny the thrill of the forbidden that coursed through her veins. She was so curious to see what Matt really looked like, to meet him face to face. She tried to convince herself that this visit would be harmless, that she would just have a quick chat with him and send him on his way. She knew she was lying to herself, but she couldn't stop the train of thought. But she was loyal. She had to stop it, She picked up her phone and typed out her response. Only to see she had 12 unread messages from Matt, it was too late.
**@carguy:** Dont overthink it. You know you want this. Come on, hotwife. Where’s the address?
**@carguy:** it’s just a friendly visit. I promise. Nothing more.
**@carguy:** Unless you want more. And honestly babygirl, I think you do.
**@carguy:** Because if you don’t, I’ll respect that. But I cant fucking help but feel like you do.
**@carguy:** Come on, Madison. Give me a chance. Don’t you want to see what I look like?
**@carguy:** You don’t have to say a word, hotwife, I’m already on my way. I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Come on, baby. Get ready for me.
Madison's heart was pounding in her chest as she read his words. She knew she should tell him to turn around, to go home, to forget this ever happened. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was too far gone, too consumed by the thrill of the forbidden. She felt a mix of excitement and terror as she sent him their address and waited for him to arrive.
She paced around the bedroom, her mind racing with a thousand different thoughts and concerns. She knew she was playing with fire, that this could all blow up in her face.
time went so fast she hadn’t even realized. She heard a pounding on the door.
Her heart leaped into her throat, and she could feel her palms sweating. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen. She wasn't ready, not really. But she also couldn't deny the thrill of the forbidden that coursed through her veins.
She made her way to the front door and took a deep breath before opening it. Standing in front of her was Matt, his bald head shining under the porch light. He was much larger than she had imagined, overweight but not grotesquely so. He wore a leather jacket that was a size too small, and his jeans were worn and faded.
He was holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and a bag of fast food in the other. He smiled at her, his eyes gleaming with desire and anticipation.
"Hey, Madison," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You look even better in person." She felt a mix of excitement and fear, her body aching with desire while her mind screamed at her to send him away. But she knew she couldn't. She had come too far, had gone too far. She took a deep breath and stepped aside, inviting him in.
"Come in, Matt," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He stepped inside, his eyes scanning the living room before settling back on her. "Wow, Madison," he said, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this."
She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her body aching with a need she hadn't felt in years. She led him to the kitchen, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his eyes on her, devouring her, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew she could be friendly and stop it right there.
“Matt look…we can’t do this. I’m married…:I…” but before she could finish Matt kissed her.
It was a hard kiss, a demanding kiss, a kiss that left her no room to protest. His lips were rough and insistent, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She could taste the beer and fast food on his breath, and it was both disgusting and intoxicating.
She felt a rush of panic and excitement, her body paralyzed as he kissed her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She tried to push him away, but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening against his chest, her pussy throbbing with desire.
Matt broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at her.
“don’t lie to me or yourself Madison, I know you want this. And tonight I claim you.
Madison felt a surge of fear and desire as Matt's words sank in. She knew she should push him away, send him packing, but her body ached with need, her pussy already wet and eager. She felt a shiver of anticipation as Matt's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head. She raised her arms, allowing him to undress her, her heart pounding in her chest.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Madison," Matt growled, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in her curves, her soft skin.
She submitted. And she began a cheaper. A desperate neglected house wife, putty in this strangers hands. He knew he had her now. He traced the lacy edge of her bra with his fingers, before slipping them underneath the fabric and cupping her breasts in his hands. She gasped, her breath hitching as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching them just hard enough to make her whimper.
"Oh god, Matt," she moaned, her hands fisting in his shirt. He smirked, loving the way she said his name, the way she sounded like she was already on the edge of pleasure.
"You like that, don't you, Madison?" he taunted, his voice low and husky.
"You want more, Madison? You want me to make you scream?"
Madison nodded, her breathing ragged and her body aching with desire. She had never felt this way before, this desperate, this needy. Matt had awakened something inside her, something wild and primal. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now.
Matt unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped back to admire her naked body. Madison felt a flush of embarrassment, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of confidence as Matt's eyes roamed over her, hungry and appreciative.
She had never felt so seen, so desired. She stood there, her breasts heaving, her nipples hard and aching, waiting for his next move.
Matt stepped closer, his hands moving to her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel her body trembling slightly, and it only served to fuel his desire. He wanted to devour her, to make her his.
"Turn around," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Madison obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she presented her back to him.
She could feel his breath on her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he leaned in close. He traced the curve of her spine with his fingers, his touch sending shivers down her back and between her legs.
"You have no idea how many times I've imagined this," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "How many times I've jacked off thinking about you, Madison. Thinking about your body, your curves, your taste."
Madison felt a rush of heat between her legs at his words. She had never been talked to like this before, had never been desired like this before.
She felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined him, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking himself as he thought about her.
"What about you, Madison?" he whispered, his voice a low growl in her ear. "How many times have you thought about me? How many times have you touched yourself, imagining it was my fingers inside you, my mouth on your pussy?"
Madison felt a fresh rush of wetness between her legs at his words. She knew she should be ashamed, should be disgusted by his crude language and his filthy thoughts.
But she wasn’t. She was turned on. She was so fucking turned on that she could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, making her panties stick to her skin.
"I...I don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Matt chuckled, a low, sexy sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I can smell your fucking arousal from here, Madison. I can smell how wet you are for me."
He reached around her, his thick fingers tangling in her hair as he forced her head back, exposing her neck.
He trailed kisses down her throat, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin. She gasped, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. He was rough, demanding, and she loved it.
"Fuck, Madison," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea how bad I want to sink my cock into your tight pussy. How bad I want to make you scream my name."
Madison felt a surge of heat between her legs at his words. She was dripping wet, her panties soaked with her arousal.
“come here and free my cock.” He said as he collapsed on her marital bed , his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.
Madison staggered to the bed, her legs feeling like jelly as she knelt by the foot of the bed. Her hands trembled as she unbuckled his belt and released the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. The denim was tight, and she had to use both hands to yank them down his hips, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs that were stretched to capacity by his thick cock.
She licked her lips, her heart racing as she reached out and glided her fingers over the fabric, feeling the heat of his cock through the thin material.
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, his breath coming in short gasps. She could see the bulge, the outline of his thick, veiny cock, and it made her ache with need.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt growled, his hips bucking slightly as she stroked him through his briefs. "Touch me, baby. Touch my cock."
Madison swallowed hard, her hand still resting on the bulge. She could feel her heart thundering in her chest, her body aching with desire. She knew she shouldn't do this, knew she should stop, but she couldn't.
She was drawn to the forbidden, to the taboo, and she wanted more. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to taste him. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down, revealing his cock for the first time.
Matt was thick and hard, his cock gleaming with pre-cum at the tip. Madison's breath hitched as she stared at him, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She reached out tentatively, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. He was hot and hard, the skin silky smooth over the steely length. He wasn’t too much longer than her husband, but thick, hairy, and sweaty. His cock was like raw meat.
Thick, veiny, and with a heavy thatch of hair at the base. She could smell him, the musky scent of his arousal filling the room. She stared at it, her heart pounding in her chest as she stroked him from base to tip, her thumb circling the head, smearing his pre-cum around the sensitive skin.
Matt groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she worked him. "Fuck, Madison, that feels so good," he growled, his eyes locked onto hers, watching her intently as she jerked him off. "You're so fucking sexy, baby.
You're making me so hard for you," Matt groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, fucking her hand. Madison felt a rush of power, knowing she was the one making this thick, veiny cock drip with desire. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the drop of pre-cum from the tip. Matt's hips bucked, a deep groan rumbling in his chest.
"Fuck, that feels good," he growled. "Lick it all, baby. Taste me."
Madison did as she was told, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, licking up every drop of his arousal.
She could taste him, salty and musky, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine. She took him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she began to suck.
Matt let out a low moan, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as he watched her. "Oh fuck, Madison," he groaned. "You're so fucking good at that."
Madison looked up at him, her eyes locking with his as she took him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She held him there for a moment, her nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose. His cock tasted and felt far different than her husband’s.
It was thicker, the veins more pronounced, and the head wider. It was almost overwhelming, but she found herself loving it. She loved the taste, the smell, the feel of him in her mouth. It stunk of sweat and musk, hairy pubes in her teeth, and she gagged slightly as it hit the back of her throat.
Fuck, this is really happening.
She felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her further down, making her take more of him. She gagged again, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he was clearly enjoying this.
"That's it, baby," he grunted, his hips moving, fucking her face. "Take it all, just like a good little cocksucker."
Madison felt a mix of humiliation and arousal at his words. She had never been talked to like this before, had never been treated like this before.
She had always been the good girl, the vanilla wife, but with Matt, she was becoming someone else entirely. She was becoming a filthy little slut, a cock hungry whore, and she fucking loved it.
She gagged again as he forced more of his thick cock down her throat, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, fucking her face. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could feel the veins of his shaft pulsing against her tongue. She was drooling, wanting to puke from the smell of his cock which may have not been showered in days.
But it was such a turn on, the filthiest of things she had ever done. Yet she was loving every moment. Every filthy second of it. She could feel her own horny fluids oozing, her pussy throbbing in need to be filled.
Madison gagged and tears streamed down her face, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She felt like a slut, and she loved it. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to be filled, used, and abused. Matt felt her body convulse and push back against his cock as she took the last inch, her nose pressed into his pubic hair. His pubic mound was disgusting and ripe with sweat with few hairs left, it sent Madison into a new level of humiliation.
"Fuck yes, baby. Take all of it. Take that thick cock like a good little whore."
He grabbed her head with both hands, thrusting his hips upwards, fucking her face with slow, deep movements. His massive hairy balls slapped against her chin, leaving behind a trail of sweat and hair.
He was in control, using her mouth for his pleasure. He was the alpha, and she was his bitch. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps through her nose. She normally would be disgusted and wanna puke by how repulsive Matt was, and how meaty and sweaty his cock was , but Madison was completely aroused by it, her body responded to his cock like nothing she had ever experienced.
Matt pulled her head back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. Madison looked up at him, her eyes watery and her lips swollen and red.
"Have you ever been sucked dick like this before, Madison?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Madison swallowed hard, her body aching with need. "No," she whispered being slurping on his meaty sweaty hairy shaft.
"I...I haven't."
Matt smirked, his cock twitching in her face. "Good," he rumbled. "I like being your first for something." He gripped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Now, get on the bed for me.”
Madison whimpered, her legs trembling as she climbed onto the bed, her eyes locked onto his. She was both terrified and thrilled, her body on fire with desire. Her bra still on, and jeans. This man who wasn’t her husband was about to totally undress her, unwrapping her slowly like a slutry present.
She was both ashamed and excited with her long forgotten vanilla husband miles away. She could feel his eyes devouring her body, her curves, and her soft, supple skin. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he began to unzip her jeans. He was taking control, and she loved it. She was putty in his hands, like a cheap whore, ready to be used.
“Lift your hips, Madison. Let’s get these jeans off of you.” He growled.
Madison did as she was told, lifting her hips slightly off the bed so Matt could slide her jeans down her thighs and over her calves. She lay , a married woman, in her blue bra and lace panties in her marital bed, at the mercy of this man not her husband she had met online.
He was older, shabbier, and has repulsed her before now. Yet here she was, her body aching with desire for him. She could feel the silk sheets against her skin, the cool air in the room a stark contrast to the heat coursing through her veins.
Matt stood at the foot of the bed, his bald head glistening with sweat, his overweight body heaving as he stared down at her. He was a sight to behold, a mix of repulsion and desire coursing through Madison's veins. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she wanted this man so badly. He stroked his cock as he stood over his prize. He wasn’t going to just fuck this married woman, he was gonna claim her. He was going to ruin her. He wanted to steal her heart from the boring cuck husband he felt she had.
This man who she repulsed just weeks ago was now undressing her.
Matt knelt on the bed, looming over her like a predator about to devour its prey. He reached out, his thick fingers tracing the lacy edge of her bra before slipping underneath the fabric and cupping her breasts in his hands.
"Oh god," she moaned, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.
Matt's hands were rough and calloused, his touch making her skin tingle with sensation. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them until they were hard and aching.
Madison arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands, eager for more. "Fuck, Matt," she gasped, her hips squirming beneath him. "That feels so good."
Matt smirked, loving the way she responded to him, the way she begged for more with her body.
He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and biting down just enough to make her gasp. Madison's back arched off the bed, a sharp cry escaping her lips as he tortured her nipple with his teeth.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. "You like it when I treat you like the dirty little whore you are."
Madison could only nod, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to torment her nipples with his teeth and tongue.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her juices dripping down her thighs as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Matt moved his mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, and Madison could feel her body trembling with need. She wanted to touch herself, to ease the ache between her legs, but Matt had other plans.
He moved his hands down her body, his thick fingers tracing the curve of her waist before sliding underneath the waistband of her panties. Madison held her breath, her body tensing with anticipation as he slipped his fingers inside, feeling the hot, wet heat of her pussy.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt groaned, his fingers moving deeper, exploring her most intimate place. "You're so fucking wet for me, baby. You're so fucking ready."
Madison let out a soft moan, her hips bucking against his hand as he began to move his fingers in and out of her, fucking her slowly and gently. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her body aching with need.
"That feels so good, Matt," she whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. "Please, don't stop."
Matt smiled, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her.
"Oh, I'm not going to stop, baby girl," he growled. "I'm just getting started." He pushed another finger inside her, stretching her, filling her. Madison gasped, her body tensing as he added a third, her pussy clenching around his thick digits.
"Fuck, you're tight, Madison," he groaned, his hips moving as he began to finger fuck her in earnest. "I can't wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock."
Madison whimpered, her hands clawing at the sheets as he worked her, her body on fire with desire.
"Please, Matt," she begged, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "I need more. I need you."
Matt groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God, you're so fucking tight, Madison. So fucking wet. I can't wait to feel this pussy wrapped around my cock."
He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest. He smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. He moved up her body, his lips capturing one of her nipples and sucking hard. Madison arched her back, moaning as he bit down gently.
"Please, Matt. I need you inside me. I need your cock."
Matt's eyes flashed with desire, and he grinned at her words. "Patience, baby. I'm going to enjoy every fucking inch of you."
He moved up her body, his cock glistening with pre-cum as it brushed against her skin. He reached the apex of her thighs, and she could feel the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Madison gasped, her body tensing as he began to push inside her.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight, Madison," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he slowly slid into her.
“Matt honey did you put on a condom…” she moaned in desperation as she felt him slide further in.
“shut up whore and take this cock like you were born to”
She could feel every inch of him as he filled her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, trying to adjust to his size, his girth.
It was a mix of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure was overwhelming. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.
"Fuck, Matt," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "You're so big.
You're stretching me open, Matt," she moaned, her eyes locked onto his as he filled her completely.
Matt groaned, his lips crashing down onto hers in a brutal, possessive kiss. "You're mine now, Madison. All mine," he growled against her mouth.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm as he claimed her body. Madison could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as he slid in and out of her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he fucked her.
"I can feel you squeezing my cock, baby. You're so fucking wet for me."
Madison could only moan in response, her body already on the brink of release. She had never felt so full, so stretched, so completely owned by a man before. Matt's cock was like a battering ram, pounding into her, claiming her, marking her as his own.
"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take my cock like a good little slut. Show me how much you want it."
Madison whimpered, her body moving in time with his, her hips meeting his thrust for thrust. She looked up at his fat body as he dropped sweat on to her face, he was disgusting yet she was dripping with need to be filled and claimed by this man.
She could feel his breath hot on her face, his beard scratching her skin as he grunted and panted, fucking her into the mattress.
Matt's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he spread her legs wider, opening her up to him completely. He began to pound into her harder, his hips slapping against her ass with every thrust.
"Fuck, Madison," he grunted, his voice hoarse with lust. "You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so fucking tight.
So goddamn wet for me, Madison. You want this cock, don't you? You want me to fill you up, to stretch you out, to use that pussy like the fucking slut you are."
Madison could only nod, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he pounded into her. She couldn't believe how wet she was, how much she wanted this. She had never felt so filthy, so depraved, and she fucking loved it.
"Say it, Madison," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me what you want." Matt commanded, his voice a low growl as he continued to pound into her.
Madison moaned, her body trembling with desire and need. "I... I want you to use me," she whispered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I want you to make me your slut."
Matt groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder. "That's my good girl," he praised, his voice thick with approval. "You're going to take this cock like a good little whore, aren't you?"
Madison nodded, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes," she gasped.
"I am. Please, Matt, fuck me like the dirty slut I am."
Matt growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. "That's right, Madison. Beg for it. Tell me what you want."
Madison's body was on fire, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as he fucked her.
"Fuck me, Matt," she begged, her nails digging into his back. "Make me your fucking whore.
Use my body like it belongs to you," Madison begged, her voice ragged and desperate.
Matt grinned, the filthy words sending a surge of primal lust through him. "You're fucking mine now, Madison," he growled, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. "And I'm going to fucking ruin you for that pussy husband of yours."
Madison moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he took her harder, faster. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his thick cock as he fucked her into the mattress. He slapped her brutally across the face , the pain zinging through her like an electric shock, making her clench down on his cock even harder.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little slut?" he snarled, his voice laced with cruelty and desire.
Madison could only whimper in response, her vision blurring with tears as he continued to punish her. He leaned down, his beard scraping against her skin as he spat in her face.
"Fucking clean it up, bitch," he hissed, his eyes burning into hers.
Madison licked her lips, tasting his saliva, and he smiled cruelly at her obedience. He was greasy, disgusting, fat, and rude , but she felt a thrill at his filthy behavior. She was a slut, a whore, and she loved every second of it.
"Oh, look at that, you fucking filthy bitch," he grunted, his hips slamming into her even harder. "You love it when I treat you like the slut you are, don't you?"
Madison could only nod, her body trembling with desire and humiliation. She felt like a filthy little whore, and she loved it.
"Say it, Madison," he demanded, his voice thick with lust.
"Tell me how much you fucking love it."
Madison panted, her body writhing beneath him as he continued to pound into her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. I love it," she gasped, her cheeks flushing with shame and desire. "I love being your filthy little slut."
Matt let out a low growl, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder. "That's right, baby girl," he rasped. "Say it. Cause you’re fucking mine now. Idk how I’ll pry you from that cuck husband of yours, but you’re going to be my property. My fucking slut. And I’m going to make sure you come back for more.” He growled, and Madison felt a thrill of excitement and fear at his words. She knew this was wrong, knew she should stop this, but she couldn’t. She was hooked, addicted to the forbidden, the taboo.
“Please Matt, just fuck me. Make me come. Make me yours,” Madison begged, her voice a desperate plea. She needed this, needed him. She was a filthy little slut, and she wanted him to claim her, to use her, to fuck her like the whore she was. Her stomach dropped as she remembered he was bare inside her . She was married, and she was letting this disgusting man fuck her raw.
"Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his hips picking up speed, pounding into her with brutal intensity. "You're so fucking wet for me, slut. Your pussy is so fucking tight, and it's all mine now. Say it. Say it's mine."
Madison couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. "It's yours, Matt. My pussy is yours.
My body is yours," Madison moaned, her head thrashing back and forth as Matt continued to pound into her with savage force. "Fuck me, Matt. Use me like your filthy little whore. Make me come all over your cock."
Matt's eyes were wild with lust and desire, his face contorted with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. He could feel Madison's pussy clenching around him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He knew she was close, and he wanted to feel her come all over him, wanted to bathe in her filth.
"That's it, Madison. Fucking come for me.
Come all over my cock like the filthy little slut you are," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance.
Madison felt her body trembling, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as he pounded into her. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. She whimpered, her nails digging into his back as she begged for release. Please make me come. I need to come so bad."
Matt chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Madison's spine. "Not yet, baby girl. I want you to suffer a little bit longer.
I want you to beg for it, Madison."
Matt leaned back, his cock still buried deep inside her, and began to thrust his hips in slow, shallow movements. Madison moaned, her hips bucking against him, trying to take more of him, trying to drive him deeper. But he held her in place, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he teased her, drawing out her pleasure.
"Please, Matt," Madison begged, her voice ragged and desperate. "Please, don't torture me like this. I need to come.
Please, Matt. Make me fucking come. I can't take it anymore."
Matt leaned back, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Beg for it, slut. Beg for my cock to make you come."
Madison's body shook with frustration and need, her pussy clenching around his cock. I need it. I need to come so fucking bad." "You're going to have to do better than that, Madison. Darn it. Degrade yourself, Madison. Beg for it like the whore you are."
Madison whimpered, her body aching with need. She knew what he wanted to hear, knew what he wanted her to say. She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "I'm a fucking whore, Matt. I'm your fucking whore. Please, please make me come. I need your cock to make me come. I need you to fucking use me like the slut I am. Please fuck me hard and make me come all over your cock."
Matt growled, his hips moving faster, pounding into her with brutal force.
"That's the fucking attitude I want to hear, Madison. You're a filthy little whore, and you're going to fucking take this cock like a good slut."
He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back roughly as he continued to fuck her. Madison cried out in pain and pleasure, her body arching beneath him as he used her for his own gratification.
"You like that, don't you, you filthy little bitch?" Matt snarled, his voice laced with cruelty and desire as he pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him.
Madison could only whimper in response, her eyes watering as tears streamed down her cheeks. The pain was excruciating, but it was all mixed up with the pleasure of his thick cock slamming into her, the feeling of being completely used and claimed by this man.
"Say it, slut. Tell me you like it," Matt demanded, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder, deeper.
Madison gasped for air, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Y-yes," she stammered, her tears falling faster. "I like it. I like being your filthy little slut."
Matt let out a primal growl, his hips slamming into her with even more force. "That's my fucking girl," he grunted, his free hand gripping her left breast, squeezing it hard enough to make her yelp. "You fucking love it, don't you? You love being my little whore."
Madison could only nod, her body trembling with each brutal thrust. The pain was intense, but she found herself craving it, feeding off it like a drug.
She was his, completely and utterly. His to use, his to abuse, his to claim. And she loved every second of it.
"You're mine now, Madison," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust and possession. "No one else is ever going to touch this pussy again. It's mine. All mine."
Madison let out a choked sob, her body convulsing with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes, Matt," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying and screaming. "I'm yours. I belong to you."
Matt let out a primal roar, his hips moving faster, fucking her harder and deeper.
Madison could feel his cock swelling inside her, could feel the heat building between them. She was on fire, her body aching with need, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. She was so close, so fucking close, and she needed him to put her out of her misery.
"Please, Matt," she begged, her voice ragged and desperate. "Please make me come.
Matt leaned down, his beard scraping against her cheek as he whispered in her ear. Not yet."
He pulled his cock out of her, making her whimper in protest.
she was sweating, pissing, crying, cumming. Matt kissed her, then, a brutal, savage kiss that tasted like salt and tears. His hands gripped her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her to look into his eyes. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice thick with lust and claiming. "All fucking mine."
Madison nodded, her tears blurring her vision as she looked up at him. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm yours."
Matt grinned, a wicked, feral grin that sent shivers down Madison's spine. "Good girl," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Now, let me paint your womb with my seed. I want you to feel me inside you, every inch of me, marking you as mine." He spat into his hand, and Madison watched, horrorstruck, as he used it to lubricate his cock. He had never done anything like this with her husband. This was filthy, disgusting, but she was so turned on that she couldn't help but squirm with excitement.
Matt pushed her legs wider apart, getting a better view of her glistening pussy. He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing it roughly as he guided his cock back inside her. Madison moaned, feeling every inch of him as he filled her once again.
She could taste the salt from her tears, the heat of his body, and the musky scent of their sex filling the air. She was a mess, her hair disheveled, her face red from crying and pleasure, her body sweaty and used. But she had never felt more alive, more desired, more owned.
Matt began to move inside her, his hips rocking slowly, deliberately. He was savoring every inch of her, every twitch and clench of her pussy around his cock. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a brutal, possessive kiss. She tasted like salt and tears and sex, and it drove him wild. Neither of them had ever come so powerfully in their lives , and they were both insatiable. Madison's dripping pussy, his hairy balls, their combined juices, it was all incredibly erotic. He wanted to taste her again, to tease her clit with his tongue, to make her come with his mouth. But he also wanted to fuck her again, to claim her again, to make her his completely.
He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked down into her eyes, his hands still gripping her ass tightly. "You okay, Mads?" he asked, his voice surprisingly gentle.
Madison nodded, her body still trembling with aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Yeah, I'm okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "God, that was...that was incredible."
Matt smiled, his eyes filled with satisfaction and lust. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because I'm not done with you yet, Madison. Not even close."
He moved over to kiss her. Not as a slut or cheap whore, but as a lover.
He wanted her mind, body, and soul. He wanted to own her in a way that Nick had never been able to. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her own juices. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, her breath ragged and quick.
He rolled off of her, his cock still hard and ready. She was covered in sweat, tears, spit, urine, and cum in her marital bed.
She looked at him, this bald, fat middle-aged man who was enjoying his conquest on her matrimonial bed. She could see the lust in his eyes, the cruelty in his smile. She lifted herself up to a sitting position and looked at him with a mix of defiance and submission.
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” he sneered, his hands gripping her thighs.
Madison nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, I did.”
“You fucking slut,” he growled, his hands moving up her thighs to grip her ass tightly.
she was disgusted by him, yet addicted to his cock and fucking like a drug. She was now a cheater, how could she possibly go back to her husband after this.
Yet, here she was, sitting in their marital bed, dripping with Matt's sweat and cum, her body aching from his brutal fuck. She felt degraded, yet she also felt a sense of exhilaration that she had never experienced before.
Matt watched her, a smirk on his face as he stared at her like a prized possession. "Turn around, Madison," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see that ass."
Madison hesitated for a moment, but then did as she was told, turning around and presenting her ass to him. She winced as he inserted a finger. It was her college ex boyfriend who was the only one to ever fuck her ass. Her husband hadn’t ever touched it. But Matt was going to.
He spat onto his fingers, the thick saliva dripping down onto her asshole, making her flinch.
"Relax, Madison," he growled, his voice stern. "You're going to take my fingers, and then you're going to take my cock. Got it?"
Madison nodded, biting her lip as she tried to relax. Matt pressed gently, his spit lubricating her tight hole. She hissed at the intrusion, her body tensing.
"Shh, baby girl," Matt soothed, his voice a low rumble. "You're doing so good.
You're taking it like a fucking champ," Matt praised as he pushed his thick finger deeper inside her, stretching her tight hole. Madison could feel her body resisting the intrusion, but she was determined to take it, to take all of him. She wanted to be completely owned by him, completely claimed.
"That's it, baby. Relax those muscles and take it like the little slut you are," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust.
Madison let out a low moan, her body relaxing as she took his finger deeper inside her. She could feel the burn, the stretch, and she looked up at the naked overweight man that stood over her in her martial bed.
He was a sweaty, bald, hairy man who was going to claim her ass. He was going to take her virgin ass in her marital bed. She was going to be a cheater and a cum slut, and she couldn’t believe herself. She never in a million years thought she’d cheat on her husband. Let alone with someone like this man.
She had never felt more like a slut, a whore, a dirty little bitch. But she loved it. She fucking loved it. She wanted more. She wanted to be used, to be abused, to be claimed.
Matt added another finger, stretching her wider, making her gasp at the intrusion. "Fuck, Madison," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Your ass is so fucking tight. I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock."
Madison whimpered, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. She could feel the stretch, the burn, and she knew that his cock was going to be even bigger, even more intense. She looked up and Matt and studied his body as he took control of hers.
He was a repulsive man, but he was a man who was taking her further than she had ever been before. She was a married woman, and he was going to fuck her ass raw in her marital bed. She was going to be a cheater, a slut, a whore, and she couldn't believe how much she wanted it.
Matt pulled his fingers out of her, making her gasp at the sudden emptiness. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her tight hole, and she took a deep breath, trying to relax.
"Push out, Madison," Matt instructed, his voice firm.
"Push out like you're taking a shit. Let me in."
Madison nodded, her body trembling as she did as she was told. She could feel the pressure building, the stretch intensifying as she pushed out against the intrusion. Matt groaned, his hips moving slowly as he began to push his way inside her.
"Fuck, Madison," he grunted, his voice thick with lust and strain. You're squeezing my cock like a fucking vice."
Madison whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the head of his cock pop through the tight ring of muscle.
The pain was intense, a sharp, burning sensation that made her eyes water and her breath hitch. Matt paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"You're doing so good, baby," he praised, his voice thick with lust and approval. "Just relax and take it. You can do it."
Madison took a deep breath, trying to relax her muscles as Matt began to push deeper, inch by agonizing inch. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched her, filled her, claimed her. She looked down to see his sweaty meaty cock enter her ass hole. She was being fucked in the ass by this disgusting man. She was a married woman, and she was letting this man take her like a slut. She was a cheater, a whore, and she was loving every second of it. But there was pleasure mixed in with the pain, a dark, forbidden pleasure that she couldn't deny. She needed more. She needed him to fuck her, to use her, to claim her completely. She heard his balls slap against her pussy, and she knew he was in deep. She was so tight he came quickly , his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her ass with his hot, thick cum. Madison gasped, her body trembling as she felt the warmth of his seed filling her, marking her as his. He groaned, his hips moving in short, jerky thrusts as he emptied himself inside her.
"Fuck, Madison," he grunted, his voice hoarse with exertion. It feels so fucking good."
Madison whimpered, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, could feel his cum leaking out of her ass, dripping down her thighs.
She was a mess, a filthy, used mess, and she loved every second of it. She had never felt so dirty, so debased, so utterly claimed. Matt pulled out of her slowly, making her hiss at the sudden emptiness. He smacked her ass hard, the sound echoing through the room. "Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You took that like a fucking champ."
Madison looked back at him, her body trembling with a mix of pain, pleasure, and exhaustion. She could feel his cum leaking out of her ass, could smell the musky scent of sex filling the air, all evidence she had given her body to this disgusting man. He collapsed next to her in her marital bed, pulling the covers over their naked bodies . He was sweating, his bald head glistening with sweat, and his fat, hairy body slick with it. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he cuddled her from behind. She felt dirty and used, but also strangely content.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. "That was fucking incredible. You're fucking incredible."
Madison let out a soft laugh, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. "I can't believe I just did that," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "I can't believe we did that."
Matt chuckled, his arms tightening around her. His clutch feeling romantic and possessive.
She felt his cock, still semi-hard, pressed against her lower back, and she shivered at the thought of what they had just done. She had let a man, not her husband, fuck her ass raw in her marital bed. She was a cheater, a slut, and she couldn't believe how much she wanted more.
Matt's hand moved down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip before sliding between her legs. Madison gasped, her body tensing as he began to rub her clit, his fingers slick with their combined juices. She could feel his cock hardening against her, and she knew he was ready for more.
"Matt," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"I can't. I need to clean up. I need to—"
He cut her off with a low growl, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "You don't need to do anything but take my cock again, Madison. You're mine now, remember? Every fucking inch of you belongs to me."
Madison shivered, her body responding to his words despite her exhaustion. She could feel his cock hardening against her, the head already slick with pre-cum. She knew she should resist, should push him away and clean herself up, move on and pretend this never happened. Write it off to a moment of weakness. But the way Matt touched her, it was clear he had different thoughts. The way he handled her body wasn’t just physical or lustful, it was romantic and possessive. He kissed the back of her neck. The truth was he had harbored deeper feelings for her. He didn’t just want this one encounter, he wanted to make her his. His bride. His toy. He wanted to steal her from Nick. To make her his own. He wanted to keep her. He wanted to make her his bride. He wanted to make her a whore. He wanted to make her his. He wanted to make her his toy. He wanted to make her his fuck doll. He wanted to make her his fuck toy. He wanted to make her his fuck slave. He wanted to make her his fucking whore. He wanted to make her his fucking slut. He wanted to make her his fucking bitch. He wanted to make her his fucking cum slut. He wanted to make her his fucking cum whore. He wanted to make her his fucking cum bitch. He was never letting go of her. She was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. He wanted to make her his fucking property. He wanted to make her his fucking toy and wife.
“I ’m going to make you my bride, Madison. I’m going to make you my whore. I’m going to make you my fuck toy. I’m going to make you my fuck doll. I’m going to make you my fuck slave. I’m going to make you my fucking cum slut. I’m going to make you my fucking cum whore. I’m going to make you my fucking cum bitch. I’m going to make you my fucking property. I’m going to make you my fucking whore. I’m going to make you my fucking bitch. I’m going to make you my fucking slut. I’m going to make you my fucking wife.” He whispered romantically as he kissed her neck.
Madison’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his cock, now fully hard again, press against her ass. She couldn't believe how quickly he had recovered, how ready he was for more. She should have been repulsed, should have pushed him away and demanded he leave. But the truth was, she wanted more. She wanted him to use her, to claim her, to make her his completely. She wanted to be his fucking whore.
She felt his hand move up her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast before pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his cock, inviting him in. She should be repulsed by this fat sweaty bald ogre who was in her marital bed, but she was soaking wet. She was so turned on by his filthy words, by the way he handled her body, by the way he claimed her as his own.
She needed him to use her, to claim her, to make her his completely.
Matt growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down Madison's spine. "That's my good little slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and approval. "You want more of my cock, don't you?
he spooned her and slowly slid his cock, bare, inside her inviting pussy . Madison gasped, her body tensing as he filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he slid deeper and deeper inside her.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking tight. So fucking wet for me." She could feel his cock hitting her cervix, the sensation intense and almost painful, but she loved it. She needed him to take her to the brink and push her over the edge. But this fuck was different, it was romantic and possessive. He wasn’t just fucking her, he was claiming her. He was claiming her as his wife, his bride, his whore, his fuck doll, his fuck toy, his fuck slave, his fucking cum slut, his fucking cum whore, his fucking cum bitch, his fucking property. He was claiming her as his. And she was letting him. She was letting him claim her as his own. She was letting him make her his fucking whore. She was letting him make her his fucking bitch. She was letting him make her his fucking slut. She was letting him make her his fucking wife. He wasn’t just going to make her physically cheat, he was going to make her emotionally cheat as well.
He was going to make her fall in love with him. He was going to make her his wife. He was going to make her his whore. He was going to make her his fuck doll. He was going to make her his fuck toy. He was going to make her his fuck slave. He was going to make her his fucking cum slut. He was going to make her his fucking cum whore. He was going to make her his fucking cum bitch. He was going to make her his fucking property. He was going to make her his fucking wife. He was going to make her his fucking bride. He was going to make her his fucking slut.