Chapter 2: A new Lover
Hannah lay there in darkness, her heart racing as she listened out for the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs.
She could feel her nerves fluttering, her body alive with anticipation as she finally heard her husband and Damian’s lows voices drifting up the stairs as they approached the master bedroom.
Hannah took a deep breath as she moved herself on the bed as best she could to get comfortable and display herself in the most alluring way possible, her legs spread wide, chest pushed slightly out showing off her large heavy tits.
The bedroom door creaked open as Max and Damian entered and Hannah felt the rush of excitement and nervousness in her body.
She could hear the soft rustle of their clothing as they stepped inside, the weight of their presence filling the room. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent cologne mingling with the faint perfume of her body lotion.
"Damian, this is Hannah," Max said, his voice low and commanding. "She's all yours for the night."
Hannah could feel the warmth of Damian’s gaze even though she couldn’t see him. She imagined him standing there, taking in every inch of her body, his eyes dark with desire.
"She's beautiful," Damian replied, his voice deep and smooth, “just as you described, the photos really don’t do her justice.” His voice was like velvet, smooth and warm, sending a shiver down Hannah's spine. She could feel her cheeks flushing at the compliment, her body aching with need.
Her mind began to race. How had Max described her to him, what photos had he shared, what had he told him about her body, her pussy, her tits?
She felt a thrill of embarrassment and excitement at the thought of her husband talking about her like that to another man, them discussing her body, her sexual needs and desire, objectifying her, treating her like property to be shared and used.
It felt dirty and wrong, like she was a whore and her customer was here to inspect the goods, but dirty and wrong in the best way possible, the way she has always unknowingly craved.
“Fuck look at those tits,” Damian breathed, his voice low and rough, the words like a caress against her skin. “They’re so fucking big, so heavy, just begging to be played with.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her nipples hardening even more at the sound of his voice, the way he sounded like he was already imagining what he was going to do to her.
“Yeah, they’re perfect,” Max agreed, “so fucking soft and full, you should see how they bounce when she’s being fucked.”
Hannah could feel her cheeks burning, the heat of embarrassment mixing with the fire of arousal.
She could imagine Damian's eyes on her, taking in every inch of her body, his gaze lingering on her tits, her pussy, her thick thighs. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her arousal seeping through the lace of her teddy, the cool air against her heated skin making her shiver.
"Can I touch her?" Damian asked, his voice a low growl, the words sending a jolt of electricity through Hannah's body.
"Of course, she’s all yours for the evening," Max replied, his voice thick with desire. “She’s been waiting for you, look at how fucking wet she is already,” he added.
Hannah’s face burned with embarrassment, painfully aware of how wet she was, her pussy on full display. Damian would be able to see her arousal, the evidence of her desire and desperation glistening between her legs.
She flinched slightly as she felt his first touch on her skin, his thick fingers trailing softly up her bare thigh, his rough fingertips against her smooth, soft flesh.
She could feel the heat of his touch and it made her skin tingle, her body responding to him.
“Fuck I can’t wait to get my hands on that body,” Damian growled, “so fucking perfect, soft, curvy and full, the way a real women should be,” his voice was a dark, husky rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Hannah could hear the rustle of his clothing as he moved closer to the bed, the sound of his belt being undone, the zipper of his pants sliding down with a slow, deliberate sound as he undressed.
She could feel the anticipation building inside her, her body aching for his touch, imagining what he looked like, what his body was like, what his cock would feel like inside her.
She thought she’d feel more nervous, more hesitant, but instead, she felt a sense of calm, a sense of rightness, like this was what she was meant to do, what she was meant to experience.
She had worried that she might feel guilty, like it was cheating but instead she felt free, unburdened. She had relinquished control to Max, she was bound and blindfolded, at the mercy of two men, and it was liberating. She felt like she could let go, she couldn’t control what was going to happen and so any sense of guilt and shame was washed away, she was free to be exactly what she wanted to be, a slut, a whore, a woman who craved to be used and pleasured.
Hannah tensed as she felt the mattress dip beside her, the weight of Damian’s body pressing down, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. She could smell his cologne, a rich, earthy scent that mixed with the musky aroma of her own arousal.
“You smell so fucking good,” Damian murmured, his breath hot against her ear, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Like a mix of vanilla and something sweet, something sinful.”
Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt his big hands slide up her thighs, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of her teddy, the soft fabric barely concealing her wetness.
Not being able to see him, not knowing what he was going to do next, heightened her senses. She could feel every touch, every breath, every movement. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
“Look at this pretty little white pussy,” Damian growled, his fingers hooking into the lace, pulling it aside, exposing her completely. “All pink and swollen, begging to be touched.”
Hannah could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with excitement. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he objectified her, reducing her to her most primal parts.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Damian said, his fingers trailing through her folds, collecting her arousal.
Hannah couldn’t stifle a whimper as his fingers brushed over her clit, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Hannah’s body tensed as Damian’s fingers parted her lips, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy. She could feel the heat radiating from her core, the way her arousal was dripping down her thighs.
“She’s so fucking pretty,” Damian murmured, his breath hot against her ear, “so fucking wet and ready for me.”
Hannah’s breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.
She could feel Damian’s breath on her pussy now, his face clearly inches away from her most intimate parts. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the way he was studying her, taking in every detail.
“Fuck, she’s so pink,” Damian growled, his voice low and rough. “I can’t wait to taste her.”
Hannah’s body tensed as she felt his tongue on her, a slow, deliberate lick from her entrance to her clit. She gasped, her hips bucking slightly at the unexpected contact.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her fingers gripping the silk restraints, her body arching into his touch.
Damian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against her pussy, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. He began to lick her in earnest, his tongue exploring every inch of her, his fingers spreading her lips wide, giving him better access.
His tongue felt incredible , rough and soft at the same time, sending jolts of pleasure through her with every flick, every stroke. He licked her like he was starving, like he couldn't get enough of her taste.
"Fuck, she tastes so good," Damian groaned, his voice muffled against her pussy. "So fucking sweet."
Hannah could feel her body responding to him, her hips moving in time with his tongue, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She knew Max would be watching her, watching her react to Damian’s mouth, her body responding to him in ways she never had before. She could feel the heat of his gaze, the way it made her skin tingle, her nipples harden even more as Damian’s tongue explored her.
Despite it being her that was being pleasured, she felt like this was a shared experience, something new and exciting for the both of them and she knew Max would be enjoying it just as much as she was. But she also knew she could make it even more enjoyable for him.
"Oh my god," Hannah moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "Fuck, he feels so good honey, he can lick pussy much better than you ever could, and that’s pretty much all you had going for you,” she teased Max, knowing he loved it when she called him out like this.
Damian’s tongue was relentless, flicking and swirling over her clit, his fingers spreading her open wider, exposing more of her sensitive pink flesh for him to devour.
She was soon pushing herself back against him, her hips rocking up and down as she ground her pussy into his mouth, her moans of pleasure now filling the room.
Damian, a practical stranger, had only arrived 10 minutes ago and already his mouth was clamped on to her pussy, his tongue working her like a pro as she moaned and writhed beneath him, desperate for more of him.
Damian pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You taste like fucking heaven, Hannah. You're so fucking wet, so fucking hot. I can't get enough of you."
Max, watching from the edge of the bed, rubbing his cock through his pants, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before him. He was hard as a rock, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he watched Damian and his wife.
“I want to taste those huge fucking tits,” Damian growled, pushing himself up from between Hannah’s spread legs. “Your husband told me how much you love having your nipples sucked and bitten, how sensitive they are. I’m gonna make you scream before I even touch your pussy again.”
She felt him move up her body, his presence, unseen, looming over her. He would be admiring her tits now she thought, imagining his dark eyes roaming over her pale flesh, taking in every curve, every swell, predatory and hungry.
As he positioned himself over her she felt the tip of his cock brush against her thigh, hot and hard and she gasped at the unexpected contact. She couldn’t see it but could feel the weight of it, the thickness of it and her pussy clenched at the thought of it filling her.
As her mind wandered, Damian’s hands roughly pulled her teddy apart, exposing her full, heavy tits. Hannah let out a gasp as the cool air hit her sensitive flesh, her nipples hard, tight, aching buds, groaning at his roughness with her.
"Fuck, look at those," Damian growled, his voice thick with admiration. "They're like ripe melons, just begging to be squeezed."
His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them pebble even harder and Hannah moaned softly, her hips arching involuntarily.
”Fuuuck they’re so fucking big,” he groaned as he started to squeeze and maul at the soft, heavy flesh, his fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. “I could spend all night just playing with these fucking tits.”
Damian leaned down, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. Hannah gasped, her fingers gripping the restraints, her body writhing as he sucked and bit at her nipple, sending waves of pleasure and pain through her.
Max was right, she did love it when her nipples were sucked and bitten, and Damian was doing it so well, so expertly, like he knew exactly what she liked.
"Fuck yes," Hannah hissed, her voice trembling with desire. "That feels so good. Bite harder, I love it,” she breathed, her back arching again as Damian’s teeth grazed her nipple, his fingers kneading her heavy breast with bruising force.
His tongue, firm and rough, flicked and swirled over her sensitive nipple, his thick, luscious lips pulling it deep into his mouth, his teeth grazing the tender flesh, making her gasp and moan.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” she panted, her hips twitching, her pussy clenching in response to the pleasure and pain as Damian continued to squeeze and fondle her tits with his big, strong hands.
The blindfold gave her anonymity , allowing her to let go of her inhibitions, to be completely open and honest with her desires. She felt no shame, no guilt, only a burning need for more.
“You like that, don’t you?” Damian growled, his voice thick with lust. “You like it when I’m rough with your big, fat tits.”
“Yes,” she moaned, her voice barely recognizable. “Fuck yes, I love it. I love it when you’re rough with me.”
Damian chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Good,” he said, his voice a low rumble.
He took turns with each nipple, sucking and biting, his teeth grazing her flesh until she was panting and writhing beneath him. His hands kneaded her heavy breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, leaving bruises that would darken by morning.
Hannah’s body was alive with sensation, her nipples so sensitive they ached with every touch. Her pussy was dripping wet, her arousal soaking through the thin lace of her teddy. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the heat radiating from her core as her clit
throbbed with need. Damian's mouth on her tits had been incredible, but it was her pussy that was aching for attention now.
"Please," she begged, her voice ragged with desire. "Please, I need to be fucked, I need a cock inside me, I need your cock inside me." She was beyond caring about how she sounded, beyond caring about anything but the burning need between her legs.
Damian chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "You want my cock, baby?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fill that pretty little tight white pussy with my big, black dick?"
"Yes," she moaned, her hips bucking as she tried to find some friction, some relief. "Fuck yes, I want your cock. If it’s as big as I’ve been imagining, I need it inside me now," Hannah panted, her voice trembling with need. She could feel her pussy clenching and throbbing, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her body aching for the sensation of being filled.
She spread her legs wide, offering herself to him, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew how she must look —her thick thighs splayed open, her pussy glistening with arousal, her heavy tits bouncing slightly with every breath. She was desperate, needy, and it turned her on even more to know that Damian was seeing her like this, that Max was watching her like this.
Damian's chuckle was low and dirty, sending a shiver down her spine. "You want it bad, don't you, baby?" he said, his voice a low rumble. "Your husband said you turn into a whore for big cock.”
Hannah face flushed with embarrassment and excitement at the same time. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he reduced her to her most primal desires. She was a whore for big cock, she knew it, but hearing him say it out loud, knowing Max had told him, it was dirty and wrong and it turned her on more than anything.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, her voice raw and desperate. “Hard and deep, fuck me like my husband never could,” she taunted, knowing it would drive Max crazy to hear her talk like that as she felt Damian start to move himself into position.