Chapter 3: Handed over
The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with the scent of sex and anticipation. Hannah could feel the heat of Damian's body, his presence looming over her, his cock pressing against her thigh, hot and hard. She could feel the weight of Max's gaze, his eyes taking in every inch of her, his wife, spread wide and ready for another man.
This was his ultimate fantasy after all, to see her like this, to watch her be pleasured by someone else, someone bigger, someone better. She knew he loved it, she could hear it in his ragged breaths.
Damian's hands were on her now, his fingers digging into her hips, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive skin. She could feel the callouses on his hands, the rough texture of his skin, a stark contrast to her own smooth, soft flesh.
She was more than ready for him, for another man to take her, to fill her, to make her his. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching her, filling her, making her his.
Damian’s fingers traced the damp lace of her panties, the thin fabric barely concealing her wetness. He hooked his fingers into the sides, pulling them aside with a slow, deliberate motion. The cool air hit her pussy, making her shiver.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Damian growled, his voice thick with lust. "Look at this pretty little pussy. It's dripping for me."
Hannah could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but her body was betraying her, her pussy clenching and throbbing with need.
Knowing Max was watching her, watching her spread wide and ready for another man, was turning her on more than anything. She could hear his ragged breaths, could feel the weight of his gaze, and it only served to fuel her desire, making her want to make this the best experience for both of them.
“I’m so desperate for a bigger cock,” Hannah groaned out to her husband, “it’s what I fantasise about, imagining a real man fucking me when your pathetic dick is inside me,” she taunted.
“Come closer and watch a real man fuck your wife and do the job you’re not capable of,” she purred, her voice dripping with filth and need.
Damian chuckled as she felt the mattress dip beside her, knowing Max was now sat on the bed, close enough to see every detail, every intimate moment.
She could hear his breathing, ragged and quick, and it spurred her on, making her want to put on a show for him, to make this the most memorable experience of his life.
”Put him in me,” Hannah ordered, her voice breathy and commanding.
She sensed Max’s hesitation at her command, but she could hear the way his breath hitched as he considered it. She knew he was struggling with the idea, the thought of touching another man’s cock, of guiding it inside her, his own wife, but she also knew he loved the power she had over him, the way she could make him feel like a mere spectator in his own fantasy.
“Hannah,” Max groaned, his voice strained. “Are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, Max,” she moaned, her voice dripping with filth. “I want you to put his cock inside me. I want you to be the one to hand my pussy, your pussy, over to another man. I want you to feel how big he is, how he stretches me, how he fills me in a way you never could,” Hannah said, her voice a low, sultry purr.
She could hear the way Max’s breath hitched at her words, the way his body tensed. She knew she was pushing him, pushing his boundaries, but she also knew he loved it.
“Is that embarrassing for you baby? To know that your wife is going to be fucked by a real man, a man who can actually satisfy her?” She teased, her voice laced with a mix of cruelty and desire. “Or are you too much of a pussy to even touch another man’s cock? You wanted this, wanted to see him fuck me, it’s too late to stop it now.”
Max hesitated, his breath ragged, his body tense. Hannah knew he was warring with himself, his desire to please her clashing with his own insecurities and fears.
“Come on,” she purred, her voice soft and encouraging. “You can do it baby. You want to do it. You want to see how another man’s cock stretches your wife’s pussy, how it fills her in a way you never could. I bet he’ll make me scream and cum harder than I ever have with you.”
She could hear Max's sharp intake of breath at her words, could feel the tension radiating off him. She knew she was pushing him, but she also knew he loved it, loved seeing her like this, loved knowing that another man was about to fuck his wife.
“Do I have to beg baby, is that what you want? To hear your wife begging for a bigger cock, so desperate and unsatisfied with what you can give her that I’m willing to beg like a whore for it?”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Max groaned, his voice thick with desire and humiliation. “You’re such a fucking slut, for big cocks.”
“Yes, I am,” she moaned, her voice dripping with need. “I’m your slut, I’m your wife, but I’m about to be fucked by another man. You wanted this, you wanted to see me like this, and now you’re going to help make it happen.”
Max hesitated for a moment longer before he reached down between them, his fingers wrapping around Damian's thick, hard cock. He gave it a tentative squeeze, his eyes widening as he felt the size and weight of it.
“Fuck, it’s big,” Max breathed, his voice filled with awe and a hint of fear.
A smile spread across Hannah’s face, her pussy clenching at the sound of her husband’s voice. “Mmmm good boy,” she cooed, “so pathetic holding a bigger man’s cock for me, but I love it. Now push it inside me, be a good cuck and give your wife’s pussy to a real man.” Hannah’s voice was a low, sultry purr, her body writhing with anticipation.
Max took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around Damian’s shaft as he guided it towards Hannah’s entrance, the thick head pressing against her slick folds.
She gasped at the contact, her hips bucking slightly, her body craving it. Damian let out a low chuckle, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place.
Max rubbed the thick, veiny head through her wet folds, coating it in his wife’s arousal before pressing it forward.
Hannah’s breath hitched as the blunt tip of Damian’s cock pushed against her entrance, the thick crown stretching her tight pussy lips.
“Fuck, that’s so big,” Hannah moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets as Max guided it in with slow, deliberate pressure. “Ohhh, Max, you’re doing it—you’re actually putting it in me.”
“Yes, baby,” Max groaned, his voice strained with excitement. “You’re so tight, so fucking wet for him.”
Hannah’s pussy clenched around the thick head, her body resisting the invasion before finally giving way as her husband pushed harder. She could feel every ridge, every vein as Damian's cock slowly slid inside her, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her body tensing as she adjusted to the size of him. “It’s so big, he’s atleast twice your size, Max,” she taunted, her voice filled with lust and humiliation. “He’s stretching me so good, filling me so much better than you ever could.”
Max groaned, his eyes locked on the sight of another man's cock disappearing into his wife's pussy. He could see how tight she was, how her lips stretched to accommodate Damian's thickness. He could see the wetness, her arousal coating Damian's cock, and it made his own cock twitching
“Push it all the way in, Max,” Hannah moaned, her voice ragged. “Give all of me to him. How fucking embarrassing for you, wanting another man to fuck you wife, not being able to satisfy her yourself,” she groaned as she felt more of Damian’s thick cock slide into her.
Max let go, allowing Damian to push
the rest of the way in with one powerful thrust. Hannah gasped, her body convulsing as she was filled completely, her pussy stretched to its limit.
“Fuuuuuck,” she moaned, her body trembling as she adjusted to the sensation. “He’s so deep, baby. He’s touching me, filling me, in places you never have.”
Damian began to move, his hips rolling as he pulled back slightly before thrusting forward again. Hannah could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein, as he slid in and out of her. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, her pussy clenching around his thickness.
The sensation was overwhelming, almost painful at first, but she knew it would only get better. She loved the feeling of being filled by a man who knew exactly what he was doing.
Damian’s hands were on her now, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her in place as he began to move. His cock slid in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound that filled the room. Hannah’s breath hitched as she felt the first thrust, the blunt head of his cock hitting deep inside her, stretching her wider than she had ever been before.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. "That’s it. Fuck me like that, hard and rough, ruin me for my husband,” Hannah moaned, “stretch me permanently, I’ll never be satisfied with his small dick again.” Her voice was a desperate, pleading whisper, her body writhing beneath Damian’s powerful thrusts.
Max sat on the edge of the bed, his own cock painfully hard, his eyes locked onto the sight of his wife being taken by another man. He could see the way Damian’s thick shaft slid in and out of her, the way Hannah’s body stretched to accommodate him, the way her lips were pulled taut around the girth of it. His fingers tightened around his own cock, stroking slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Hannah whimpered, “make me yours , fuck me like I’m your slut, your whore, your wife.” Her voice was a desperate, pleading whisper, her body writhing beneath Damian’s powerful thrusts. She could feel her pussy stretching around his thick cock, her juices dripping down her thighs.
“I only want big cocks from now on, you’re not enough for me, you don’t deserve this pussy,” she taunted, her voice dripping with filth and need. “This is what you wanted baby and this is all you get from now on, a front row seat to real men fucking your wife.”
Max sat watching as Damian pounded into his wife, using her pussy, stretching and ruining her for him. He could see the pleasure etched on her face, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body responding to the powerful thrusts of another man.
He had never seen her like this, never seen her so completely taken and utterly consumed by pleasure. It was a sight that both humiliated and excited him, addictive and intoxicating and one he knew he would need to experience again and again.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the wet, obscene sound of Damian's thick cock sliding in and out of Hannah's pussy. Max could see the way her body stretched to accommodate him, the way her lips were pulled taut around the girth of it. He could see the wetness, her arousal coating Damian's cock. She was the wettest he had ever seen her, her pussy literally dripping with need.
Hannah was lost, competently consumed by the feeling of Damian’s cock inside of her, how he roughly stretched and filled her previously tight, delicate pussy.
She could feel the veins throbbing against her inner walls, the thick, heavy head of his cock hitting the back of her cervix with every thrust. Her body was responding to him, her juices coating his shaft, making the sound of their bodies slapping together even wetter, more obscene.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Hannah moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure and humiliation. “He’s so deep inside me, Max. You can see how big he is, how he’s filling me up, this is what I deserve, this is what your wife really needs,” she groaned, her tits bouncing with each powerful thrust. “Look at how he’s using me, look at how he’s fucking me, you could never manage this….pathetic,” she spat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Damian’s cock drove deeper into her, each thrust sending her higher and higher.
She could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her core tightening like a coiled spring as Damian’s hand slid up and gripped her throat.
He squeezed, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to make her feel the power in his grip. She could feel her pulse throbbing against his fingers, her body responding to the dominance, the control he had over her.
She felt so vulnerable, owned and used by a man who knew exactly what he wanted, what she needed. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the rough texture of his skin against hers.
“Cum in me,” Hannah moaned, “breed me in front of my cuck husband, I want your superior cum inside of me, filling me, marking me as your property, deep inside my pussy,” she groaned.
“Your cum just dribbles out of me,” Hannah taunted, “a real man ’s cum, thick and potent, would fill me up, make me swollen and pregnant with his seed.” Her voice was dripping with need and humiliation, her body writhing beneath Damian’s powerful thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her body tensing as her orgasm got closer and closer. “He’s going to get me pregnant baby, do what you can’t, he’s going to breed me, fill me with his superior cum,” she groaned, her voice dripping with desperation.
Damian's grip on her throat tightened slightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded into her. She could feel the heat of his body, the sweat dripping down his chest as he used her, his hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming so fucking hard, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted, her voice ragged and desperate, “dump your load in my fertile pussy , breed me, make me yours!”
Damian’s grip on her throat tightened just enough to make her gasp, his other hand gripping her hip tightly as he drove into her with brutal, relentless strokes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the wet, obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy echoing off the walls.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me,” Damian growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. “Let me feel you come all over my cock, let me hear you scream my name.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hannah screamed, her body writhing beneath him, “cum inside me Damian, make my cuckold husband watch a real man breed his wife.”
Hannah gasped as she felt Damian’s cock throb and swell, his balls tightening as he let out a deep, guttural groan, “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming inside you, you’re mine now, Hannah.”
His hot, thick cum surged into her, filling her pussy as he began to unload deep inside of her. She could feel every pulse, every jet of his seed as it coated her insides, marking her as his drawing out her orgasm.
She could feel it filling her, thick and hot, coating her inner walls, making her feel swollen, used, and utterly owned.
Damian’s cock pulsed inside her, his thick cum filling her pussy to the brim. She could feel it dripping down her thighs, her arousal mixing with his seed, making her feel even more vulnerable, more exposed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hannah moaned, her voice a desperate, pleading whisper. “I’m full of him, baby. He’s filled me up, made me his, marked me as his property, I want his baby.”
Max watched, his own cock painfully hard, his fingers wrapped tightly around his shaft.
He could see the way Damian's cum was leaking out of Hannah's pussy, dripping down her thighs, a testament to the amount of seed the other man had deposited inside her.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Max groaned, his voice thick with desire and humiliation. “Look at all that cum, baby. He filled you up so good.”
“Mmmm, yes he did,” Hannah purred, her voice lazy and satisfied. “He bred me so well, Max. I can feel it, deep inside me, making me all warm and swollen.”
Max watched as Damian pulled out, a thick trickle of cum dribbling from her used, stretched hole and onto the bed.
Damian rolled off her and Max couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s pussy. Gaped and dripping another man’s cum , it was a sight he’d never seen before, and it was fucking intoxicating. He could see the way her lips were stretched, the way they glistened with the evidence of her infidelity. He could smell the scent of sex, the musky aroma of her arousal mixed with Damian’s cum, and it made his cock throb.
“Come here, baby,” Hannah purred, her voice still breathless from her orgasm. “Come and fuck another man’s cum back inside me.”
Max hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking between his wife and the Damian. His cock was throbbing painfully, the sight of her cum-drenched pussy and the thick cum dripping from her had him on the edge of losing control. He could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the shame of his desire, the humiliation of his wife’s betrayal, but also the thrill of it all.
He moved between her legs, his own cock throbbing with need, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could see the way her pussy was swollen and glistening, the way her lips were stretched and red from Damian’s rough fucking. He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, the tangy aroma of cum mingling with her own juices, and it made his cock ache even harder.
He had to feel her, had to experience the slick, swollen wetness of her pussy, the evidence of Damian’s cum still coating her insides.
”Put your pathetic little dick inside me,” Hannah ordered, “let me feel it, let me see how inadequate it is compared to the real man who just fucked me.”
Max groaned at her words, his cock throbbing at the humiliation and desire in her voice. He guided himself to her entrance, feeling the way her pussy lips were still stretched and swollen from Damian’s thick cock.
He pushed forward, his cock disappearing inside her with ease. It was so wet and gaped, it was a feeling of pure humiliation and arousal for him, knowing that another man had been inside her, stretching her, filling her, and now he was going to be the one to feel it.
Hannah yawned boredly. “Is it even in yet ?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. “I can’t feel anything. Maybe you should just go back to jerking off in the corner while I get properly fucked by a real man again.”
Max’s face flushed with humiliation, but his cock throbbed at her words. He knew she was right, he could barely feel anything, her pussy was so stretched and filled with Damian’s cum but he couldn’t move, already on the edge of losing control.
“Pathetic,” Hannah sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. “You can’t even fuck me properly, not that you ever could, you’re lucky you even get to touch me at all, just get it over and done with,” she said, turning her head away.
That was all it took and Max exploded inside her, his orgasm so violent that he nearly blacked out.
“Pathetic,” Hannah spat again, a smile spreading across her lips as her husband added to the cum already filling her.
Max felt humiliated, unable to even properly penetrate her swollen pussy, but he couldn’t stop himself from cumming. His load surged out in thick, hot spurts, filling her with his weak, pathetic seed. Hannah moaned in disgust, her body tensing as she felt his cum mix with Damian’s inside her.
“Fuck, that’s gross,” she groaned, her voice dripping with disdain. “You’re so pathetic, Max. Damian’s cum is still dripping out of me, and you couldn’t even fill me properly. I’m so full of him, I can feel it everywhere.”
Damian chuckled darkly, watching as Max’s cum dripped down Hannah’s thighs, mixing with his own seed.
“Looks like you’ve got quite the mess to clean up, Max,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and dominance. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
Max looked up as Damian collected up his clothes and disappeared from the room.
“Fuck that was good,” Hannah moaned, laying there with Max on top of her. “We’ll be inviting him over again soon,” Hannah cooed, “now you heard him, getting cleaning,” she said, her voice dripping with smugness.
The End