Chapter 3: The party - Bruce
Sara felt the heat of the alcohol spread through her body as she danced with Charly in the middle of the room. The music blared around them, making it impossible to hear each other speak, but Charly didn't seem to mind, he just smiled down at her as he spun her around the dancefloor. Sara laughed, feeling giddy and lightheaded. She was having a great time, better than she had expected. The gym bros had been nothing but welcoming and entertaining, and Charly seemed to be getting along well with them too.
She couldn't help but feel a little guilty for enjoying herself so much, knowing that she had cheated on Charly with Jamal just minutes earlier.
As the night wore on, Bruce became more and more aggressive in his flirtations with Sara. At first, she found it funny and harmless, but as he kept pushing, she started to feel uncomfortable.
"Come on, baby, let me show you what I'm working with," he said, grabbing his crotch suggestively.
Sara laughed nervously and took a step back.
"Come on, don't be silly," she says, trying to play it cool. "I'm here with Charly, I'm not interested."
But Bruce doesn't take no for an answer. He steps closer to her, invading her personal space, and wraps his arm around her waist. "Yeah, I figured you were here for me," he growls in her ear. "Jamal already filled us in, so don't play games." Bruce's grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer. "I know you want us all to fuck you."
Sara's heart raced as she felt his hot breath on her neck. She wanted to push him away, to tell him that she wasn't interested, but she couldn't find the words. Something about his aggressive energy was turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet as she imagined him taking her right there in front of everyone.
"Let go of me, Bruce." Sara tried to resist subtly as she didn't want Charly to find out what was happening.
However, Bruce's grip on her was too tight as he ignored her protests.
"Let me go," she demanded again, trying to wriggle free from his grasp.
"Oh, come on, babe. Don't act like you don't want it," Bruce growled. "Jamal told us all about how you begged him for it."
Sara's heart raced at the thought of Jamal telling them that not only he had fucked her, but that she acted like a slut with him.
"Tell you what Sara, I'll leave you alone if you come with me to the bathroom and suck my cock," Bruce said to her ear in a low, husky and menacing voice.
Sara's heart raced, her mind still trying to register what was happening. She couldn't believe that not only she already cheated on Charly, now another man was propositioning her to have sex with him, right in front of her boyfriend, as oblivious as he was. Her initial reaction was one of outrage, but as Bruce kept whispering those dirty words in her ear, a wave of overwhelming excitement and wetness coursed through her body.
She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but feel an intense desire to give in to his demands, to finally let go of all the societal norms and expectations she had been conditioned to follow.
Besides, it was a thrill to have such an aggressive and commanding man like Bruce wanting her. She felt her resolve crumbling and her pussy growing slick with desire.
"You're not going to tell Charly, are you?" Sara asked, looking up at him with a mix of guilt and curiosity.
Suddenly, the idea of being with another man, especially one like him, seemed incredibly exciting.
"Nope," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I just want to use that pretty mouth of yours, you look like you give amazing blowjobs. Suck my cock and I'll leave you alone, Charly won't find out."
Sara hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. She didn't want Charly to find out what she was doing, but the thought of submitting to Bruce's demands was too delicious to pass up.
"Hurry up, I don't have all night," Bruce demanded as he grabbed her hand and led her towards the bathroom. Sara's heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear as she followed him. She couldn't believe that she was about to cheat on Charly again, but her once again soaked pussy wasn't lying.
As soon as they were inside the bathroom, Bruce closed the door behind him and pulled Sara close. He took Sara's breasts out of her dress and started groping them aggressively, not even bothering with kissing her.
He pushed her down to her knees and pulled out his cock. It was already hard, and she could see it twitching in anticipation.
"Suck it, you little slut," he growled, grabbing the back of her head and pushing his cock into her mouth. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Take it all, you dirty whore."
Sara wasn't prepared and gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, tears streaming down her face. But she couldn't deny the surge of excitement that ran through her body at being called such filthy names. No one had ever treated her like this before, and she should have been horrified at the thought, but she couldn't help herself.
She wanted this. She wanted to be dominated, fucked hard, and shown no mercy by this man she barely knew, a guy that under other circumstances would have disgusted her.
Sara gripped his thighs for support and obeyed, her mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out, her eyes watering with every inch that he pushed inside. Bruce tangled his fingers in her dark curly hair, guiding her head back and forth as she sucked him greedily.
Her mind reeled, filled with the thought of Charly out there in the other room, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was sucking another man's cock in the bathroom.
Actually, she wasn't really sucking him, it was more that he was fucking her throat, like a cheap whore or a pornstar.
Sara felt utterly possessed, unable to resist the pleasure of satisfying Bruce's lustful desires.
Her mouth had adjusted to his size now, and she was reveling in his groans and gasps as she sucked and teased him. With one hand, she reached up and squeezed his balls gently, eliciting a sharp moan from him.
"Yes, Sara, take it all," he whispered, grabbing behind her head to push himself deeper into her mouth. "You like this, don't you? You like being a dirty little slut," Bruce snarled, slapping her right tit with unnecessary force. Sara yelped, the sting of his hand searing stark contrast to the sheer pleasure coursing through her body. She couldn't deny that the domineering nature of his words, the way his rough fingers tugged at her hair, the way he barged into her mouth pressing his balls against her chin made her stomach flutter with anticipation.
As she obeyed, sucking him deeper into her mouth, she was overwhelmed by the salty taste of his pre-cum. The thought of Charly finding out what she was doing sent a surge of naughtiness coursing through her veins, making her appetite for this stranger even more intense.
Bruce groaned loudly as he came, filling her mouth with his hot seed, marking her as his conquest. Sara let out a moan, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction that overcame her.
Her eyes were still glued to Bruce as his cock twitched in her mouth. She felt a strange sense of pride, the fact that she had managed to please a man who was so aggressive and dominant stirred something deep within her.
She sucked him clean, swallowing every last drop of him, savoring the taste of his salty come.
Bruce finally pulled out, breathing heavily and staring at Sara, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"That's it, you're a natural, aren't you?" he said, tucking his cock back in his pants. Sara blushed at the praise, but her heart was still racing with excitement and guilt.
"Now, listen carefully, Sara," Bruce said, his voice low. "We're going to keep this little arrangement between us. You don't want Charly to find out what we just did, do you? I don't think he'd appreciate it very much, am I wrong?" Bruce said, his voice dripping with a malicious grin. Sara could only nod her head in agreement, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn't deny the pleasure and excitement it brought her.
"Good girl," Bruce said as he patted her head, before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom. Sara took a deep breath and fixed herself up as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were swollen and red, a clear giveaway of what had just transpired.
As she fixed her makeup, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed over her, but along with it, an even more powerful feeling of satisfaction and pleasure. She felt alive and desirable in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.
As she walked back to the living room, she couldn't help but feel Bruce's gaze on her, and she found herself getting wet again at the thought of what they had just done. It was wrong, she knew it, but the thrill of it all was just too exciting to resist.
Sara had never felt more alive and free, as she walked back into the living room, ready to pick up where she left off with Charly.
Charly noticed her slightly flushed cheeks and asked, "Hey, are you okay? You were in there for a while. What happened?"
She smiled sweetly at him, "Just a little bathroom emergency, nothing to worry about," she said, heading straight to the bar to pour herself another drink. She then saw Bruce talking with Nacho and Pablo, laughing and looking towards her, and she knew she still had work ahead of her before calling it a night.