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He kept drilling me hard with long hard strokes, panting on my neck as I whimpered under him.
He didn't care, he just wanted to fuck me into submission, fuck me so I'd be back for more, fuck me until he came. He wasn't interested in my pleasure at all. "I knew you loved dick, you've been teasing me all night with your looks eyeing me up," he teased. I could feel him all, every inch of this big, hard, hairy man pumping me. He continues these slow deliberate thrusts and I start letting out involuntary little moans. He pulls his superior rock hard manhood almost out, just leaving his tip in me and forcefully plunges back in all the way giving me his entire length in one violent thrust. "Fuck me, please fuck me Sir, fuck your Faggot." The guy rammed me with immense force as she said this and I felt broken, my situation helpless. "Tell my man you want him to fuck you, come on faggot, do it." "Quit your bitchin, you've got sissy faggot written all over you," the woman suddenly chimes in. "Please what Honey, please fuck me, certainly baby, you got it." I'm gonna ride you like a bike, indeed you are going to become my bike." I'm gonna shove my dick so far up your arse you'll be licking my cum off your teeth. He lays down on my back and with a quiet authoritative tone into my ear says, "Stay there Honey, I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not. I try to raise myself but he is way too strong, he simply put a hand on my neck and pushes me down so my cheek is buried in the bed, my head looking sideways and my arse stuck invitingly up in the air. "Fuck him hard baby, fuck the shit out of him," she aggressively urged while sinking her right hand to begin rubbing her clit. She let go of my head and moved herself up the bed into a sitting position to watch. He pushes further and I feel his thighs on mine as he buries every inch of himself.Īfter just a couple of slow powerful strokes, he was holding my hips and fucking me hard. In one shove his big cock invades me and I let out a moan. I feel his big hands on my arse cheeks pulling them apart and a hard cock press into my hole. I hear him undressing, I hear his belt buckle, his zipper, his trousers hitting the floor. She immediately sits up, holding my head tightly and pushing it into her pussy. "What the fuck are you doing with my wife," I hear a mans voice boom. I'm engrossed and thoroughly enjoying it. She grips my head, but by my ears rather than the top or side of my head so the sound becomes muffled and my world becomes her pussy. "You want to get deeper eh," she teases as she raises the other buttock so I send my second hand to grip her arse cheeks. I slide one hand under her right leg and she raises her buttock for me so I slipped it up to feel her arse cheek. It's clear what she wanted so I went to the end of the bed and lay down with my chest on the bed and my feet on the floor. She climbed on and laid down with her legs apart. I finally manage it and we kissed again before she led me to the bed. I hurried to undress as she rubbed my cock through my trousers and giggled at my efforts to stop her while I tried to take my trousers off. "Your turn," she said as she turned around and started unbuttoning my shirt. I unzipped her, trailing a finger down her back as I did so and she slipped the dress off her shoulders. She turned around and I kissed her neck, She put an arm up and caressed my head while arching hers away to give me greater access. She grabbed me and we kissed passionately. We went through and she shut the door behind us. She opened a door slightly and hooked her head through.
Later that evening we were chatting again, she looked around and led me upstairs. Not wishing to get caught I drifted off out the other door and back to the party. Again she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. I put my hand under her dress and had a feel of her legs. I moved behind the wall and felt her arse cheek through her dress. There was this woman again, leant against a doorframe talking to people I couldn't see. I hadn't drunk too much and went to the kitchen to get a beer. It was getting late and couples were starting to leave. It was a great party as far as I was concerned, there was a woman who had taken an interest in me and we had been flirting all evening. I didn't know him, but he was the host of the party I was at. The sort of man who just takes what he wants.