Chapter 2: Sun Cream
Hannah knelt there, unsure why she had complied with John’s demand so readily.
She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, exposed and vulnerable in front of John, who was practically a stranger.
She didn’t particularly like him, he was arrogant and rude but she couldn’t help the way her body reacted to him. He was so dominate and confident, he knew what he wanted and he just took it. She liked that about him, the way he didn’t care about what others thought, he just took what he wanted, including her.
“You can’t do this again, I’m a married women,” Hannah said, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to maintain her composure.
“You’re a married woman who loves to be fucked by other men,” John replied, his voice low and steady. “You’re a married woman who loves to be used, and treated like a slut.”
Hannah’s breath hitched at his words, her pussy throbbing at the thought of being used by him again. She couldn’t deny it, she loved it, loved the way he made her feel.
“You can’t just come into my garden and tell me what to do,” Hannah said, trying to sound firm, but her voice was barely above a whisper.
She felt his strong hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
“I can do whatever I want,” John said, his voice low and dominate. “Now pull your bikini bottoms to the side,” he ordered, his hands still gripping her hips tightly.
Hannah hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should tell him to leave, to stop this, but she couldn’t.
She reached back, pulling the bottoms aside, exposing herself to him. She could feel the cool air against her pussy, her lips already swollen and slick with desire. She could feel John's gaze on her, intense and hungry.
“This can’t happen again,” Hannah protested, “I’m happily married, you can’t just use me whenever you feel like it.”
John chuckled as she heard him pulling his shorts down behind her.
“I can and I will,” John replied, his voice firm as she felt his hard, thick cock pressing against her.
His response sent a shiver down her spine, the thought of him using her whenever he wanted was exhilarating. Taking her pussy and turning her into his slut whenever he wanted to get off, his personal cum dump.
She would never admit it but the thought of being used like that by him turned her on more than anything she had ever experienced before.
She felt his bulbous head pressing against her exposed wet slit, her pussy already throbbing with anticipation. She could feel the heat radiating off his cock, the tip slick with his pre-cum.
“You mustn’t,” she said breathily, but couldn’t stifle her moan as he pressed forward and she felt the thick tip slip inside her.
He slowly buried himself deep inside her and she felt the familiar feeling of being stretched and filled that she had been craving so badly since their initial encounter.
“Fuuuuuck,” Hannah groaned as he bottomed out, her pussy tight and clenching around his girth as he gave her a moment to adjust to his size.
She could feel every inch of him, his cock throbbing inside of her, stretching her to her limits. She loved the feeling of being filled so completely, of being taken and used by him.
“So fucking tight,” John grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back into her with force.
Hannah let out a cry, her hands gripping the lounger as she tried to brace herself against his thrusts. He was fucking her hard, his cock pounding into her with a force that made her tits jiggle and her breath hitch.
“You should stop,” Hannah tried to protest, but her words were lost in a moan as he slammed into her again, his balls slapping against her clit.
“You want it,” John growled, his voice low and commanding. “You want to be used.”
Hannah couldn’t deny it. She did want it. She loved the way he used her, the way he took what he wanted without asking. She loved the way he made her feel like such a dirty fucking slut.
“I didn’t say I wanted it,” Hannah whimpered, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to pound into her.
John chuckled, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Then why are you holding your bikini to the side for me,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “You want it because you’re a fucking whore, and you need to be treated like a whore.”
Hannah gasped at his words, her pussy clenching around his cock at the crude description. She knew she should be offended, but the truth was, it turned her on. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he treated her like a piece of meat.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she spat, but her words lacked conviction. She could feel her pussy dripping with desire, her body betraying her.
John laughed, a low, dirty sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “And you’re a fucking slut,” he replied, his voice firm, “my fucking slut, now push back and stop pretending you don’t want this.”
Hannah felt a flush of embarrassment but that didn’t stop her from pushing back against him, feeling his cock hit even deeper as their thrusts met.
She was a slut and being treated like one by John was addictive. She bounced back against him, her ass slapping against his thighs, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She could feel his thick cock filling her, stretching her, hitting places she didn't know existed. She was a mess, her hair a wild mane, her face flushed, and her body covered in a sheen of sweat.
”Such a fucking whore displaying your body to other men,” John spat, “this is what you wanted isn’t it, this is what you deserve, a big cock in that desperate cunt.”
Hannah could only moan in response, she hated that she loved the way he degraded her, hated that it turned her on so much.
“Does your husband know what a fucking slut his wife is?” John continued, “so greedy for any big dick she can get, so eager to make it cum inside of her,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into her harder and faster.
Hannah groaned, her body at his mercy as he used her, taking what he wanted. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around his cock as he hit that spot deep inside of her.
She felt his hands gripping her hips harder as he pounded into her relentlessly, her tits swaying beneath her with each deep thrust, his balls slapping rhythmically against her swollen, sensitive clit.
“Oh god,” Hannah whimpered, “please, just get it over with,” she said, feigning protest, “and please, don’t cum inside me again, you might get me pregnant.”
She moaned in response to her own words, to the thought of another man’s seed impregnating her, breeding her pussy and claiming her.
“I’ve been saving a big load just to fill you with, John panted, “I’m gonna pump you so full of cum it’s going to be leaking out of you for days,” he grunted, his cock slamming into her with renewed vigor.
Hannah gasped, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock as she felt her orgasm building as he used her.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” she cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate.
“Mmm such a fucking slut, cumming like a desperate whore on another man’s cock,” John taunted as he continued to pound into her.
“If you cum then I’m going to cum inside of you,” John threatened but it was already too late.
Hannah tried to stop herself but it was impossible, she couldn’t, her body betraying her as she felt her orgasm hit.
She screamed, her body convulsing involuntarily, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her pussy spasming around Johns thick cock. It was never ending as he continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm, the pleasure surging through her.
John grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, his other hand still gripping her hip hard as he ploughed into her.
“I’m close,” he growled, his voice strained as her pussy continued to clench and unclench around him, a pleasurable pain from having her hair pulled as her orgasm began to subside.
“Please don’t cum inside me,” Hannah pretended to plead panting, “you’re going to breed me, only my husband is allowed to cum inside me, please don’t fill me with cum, I’m a good wife.”
But her words were laced with desperation, her body betraying them as she pushed back harder against him, pushing him closer to the edge.
John's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers digging into her hip as he slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing as he released his hot load deep inside her.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his body shuddering as he filled her, his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm, rope after rope of thick, hot cum coating Hannah’s insides.
Hannah moaned, her body convulsing again at the feeling of him cumming inside her, filling her with his seed, marking her pussy as his.
He pulled out of her panting, looking down at the mess he had just made of her. She could feel his hot cum leaking out of her, dripping down her thighs, a testament to his dominance and her submission.
She slumped down onto her elbows, exhausted, letting her bikini bottoms slip back into place, Johns cum immediately soaking into the thin pink material as it leaked out of her.
She lay there panting as she heard John pulling up his shorts behind her. “I’ll see you around,” he said nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just fucked her senseless in her own garden.
She didn’t even bother to respond, didn’t even look round as he opened the garden gate and disappeared, leaving her used and dripping his cum.
It was exactly what she wanted, no chat, no pleasantries, he just took what he wanted and left, using her like the slut she was.
Hannah rolled back over onto her back, laying there trying to catch her breath as she questioned how that had just happened again.
She just hoped Max would be as understanding as the first time. It wasn’t her fault again after all, although she might leave out the bit where she was oiling up her tits when she recounted the events later she thought to herself.
She had just been innocently sunbathing and he had come over and used her again. Fine she hadn’t said no but Max didn’t need to know that.
She tied her bikini top back into place and gathered her things before heading back inside, aware that her husband would be home any minute.