A Game Gone Wrong

As the boys came out of the house he held up his phone for them to see. Her eyes looked like a deer in the headlights. The boys gathered around and looked at your phone. Her son's eyes got huge and he shouted, "Mom, I've never seen you like this. Bryan, how did you get this picture?"

Laura almost threw up as all three of the males looked at her. She tried to be calm as Bryan spoke, "I was going through some of mom's pictures last night and found this picture, I thought it would be fun to show you a picture of your mom all pregnant with you, this must have been 14 years ago. Now, guys get into the truck, we don't want to be late for what's going to be an full day."

The boys jumped in the truck as Bryan turned to Laura, "I'm not fixed and I won't pull out or wear anything on my cock - if you aren't on the pill maybe I'll see you like this again Laura, because.." he checked his watch... "I'll be back in 45 minutes and I am going to fuck you until you can't remember your name. Or the next picture that kid of yours sees will be this one." He turned his phone around and showed her a picture he took getting into her car on that abandoned road, she hadn't seen his phone due to the glare of the dome light. "See you soon, my slut."

True to his word, 45 minutes later Laura's heart sank as she heard the truck door slam, and Bryan's boots move across the deck. This time there was no knocking, he walked in like he owned the place, like he owned her. For the briefest second she wish she had hidden a knife or that they owned a gun. She knew it wouldn't have ended well, but at least she would get some satisfaction at wounding him.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing the same t-shirt and shorts she had on earlier. He growled from deep in his chest. "I thought I said naked and kneeling."

She looked up with tears, "Please, Bryan. Don't do this."

He didn't hear her, the darkness grew from deep within and he walked over to her, rage written all over his face. Laura winced, expecting him to strike her, or slap her, but he didn't. He simply knelt and took her face in his hands. His voice almost a whisper, "You started this little game, and you are going to finish it. I don't want to hurt you, I've never wanted to hurt you. But, baby girl, you are going to learn if you poke the bear, sometimes the bear pokes back." Before Laura knew it, he had stood, picked her up and placed her on the dining room table, he moved the chair, Mark's chair at the head of the table. Before she could react Bryan's large hands had taken off of her shorts. Again he growled, "Not fully shaved, but the little tuft of hair looks cute on you."

She pressed her eyes closed and didn't notice that Bryan knelt, pulling her knees to his shoulders as his mouth began a sensual assault on her pussy. He licked from her tiny puckered hole, up her lips, until he found her clit. He sucked gently, flicking his tongue over the growing button, then moved lower and plunged his tongue into her. Mark hated oral sex and it seemed as if Bryan loved it. Laura was disgusted at the things this man was doing to her body. Her stomach tightened, her legs quivered as pleasure began to build deep within her. Soon, he focused all of his oral attention on her clit, sucking, lightly biting, using his tongue as one finger and then two found a flood of moisture and slipped into her.

He knew all of the right spots to touch, the spongy tips of his fingers, pressing into that soft spongy G spot causing grunts of pleasure to escape her mouth. Beads of sweat covered her forehead as she fought off giving him the pleasure of an orgasm, but the fight was in vain. Soon, the need primal need for release overcame its battle with her mind. Her hips buck, her core tightened, her pussy walls gripped his fingers and a flood of wetness escaped her body, covering Bryan's beard and t shirt. As she began to calm she imagined that he would fuck her, to her surprise he simply took off his t-shirt, revealing his tattoo and his broad chest and shoulders and returned his mouth to her pussy, this time using his tongue to gently fuck her, and finally returning to her clit leading her right back to that place of no return. This time she cried out as the orgasm tore through her, the flood of moisture again exploding from her.

Bryan stood up and smiled, "I never knew you were a squirter, what other surprises do you have for me my little cock slut?"

He took her hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. What she felt actually scared her, he was much larger than she had ever had with Mark. She wanted to pull away, but something primal in her was taking over. She bit her lip and tugged at his button. Again he laughed that low throaty laugh. "I told you that I'd make you want it." Her hand pulled away as the reality of what she was doing hit her. This time his laugh was more boisterous. "I don't care if you want it or not Laura, I am going to fuck you, that pretty little mouth and then that tight little pussy. I'm going to do it right here, so when you sit down to dinner tonight, and Mark takes his seat right here at the table, you will remember, I own you, I own that pussy."

He slid his jeans down his thighs revealing a majestic cock, a large purplish head and a well differentiated crown. He stood at the table and pulled her face close to him. She hesitated as he spoke. "Suck my cock, Laura"

She shook her head, "I don't do that."

Before she could close her mouth the large head disappeared behind her lips, "You'll learn quickly enough." She held suction, not that she had much choice as the large piece of meat stretched her jaw. His hips began to move, sliding into her throat right to the edge of her gag relflex before pulling out. Slowly he began to fuck her face. She was so engrossed in this large cock in her mouth she didn't feel his hands until the two finger once again slid easily into her drenched pussy.

She hated him, but he was fucking magic. In only a couple of minutes he had her thrashing around on the table, having an orgasm that looked like one of the fake ones in a porn movie, but hers was real, damn real. As she was cumming her head began to move on its own. She was taking his cock deeper into her throat, something primordial taking over her body, she needed more, wanted to feel filled. Before he could cum, he pulled his fingers and cock away from her, leaving her empty. Her hips were writhing on their own, she was mortified at what was happening to her. Her body was taking over, drowning out the screams in her mind.

He finally moved between her thighs and ran the tip of his cock up and down her lips. He used the head to tap on her clit causing jolts of electricity to coarse through her body. She whispered, "Be gentle, please."

He smiled, "Please, I like that word coming from you." As the sentence trailed off his cock entered. Slowly, stretching her, filling her, pushing deeper than she knew possible. She felt it slip past the G spot that Mark barely reached, she felt stretched and full. Soon, she felt a bump as the head of his cock touched her cervix. He didn't move, he just flexed and squeezed his kegel muscles and filled his cock with more blood. The stretching and filling sent Laura over the edge with yet another mind blowing orgasm.

When he started to move she lost control, so caught up in what her body was feeling. Bryan was touching places that Mark physically couldn't touch, stretching her in ways Mark never could. Bryan never rushed, just kept with long, deep, slow strokes. Making her whimper when she thought he'd pull out, and then gasp when he fully entered her. Laura swore she could only cum once, but with Bryan it felt like one continuous orgasm. He never hurried, and never seemed to tire. He just kept stroking her, moving her legs over his shoulders, then sliding her onto her side - he just kept ravaging her body. Each new position, each new angle bringing forth different feelings and intensities. Each stroke igniting new nerves. Laura was lost, one orgasm rolling into another. After what seemed like an eternity he stopped, she tried to catch her breath as he slowly pulled his cock from her. She opened her eyes breathing heavily, "Did you cum?" she whispered.

Bryan chuckled, "No, not yet, but soon." He gently helped her up, her legs were like jello, he kissed her and she responded to his kiss. Slowly he turned her around and bent her over the table. Lining his cock up with her dripping wet pussy he pushed forward. She gasped as he filled her again. Now it was his turn, he thrust, feeling her pussy grip him. Her back arched, her head moved from side to side as he picked up his pace. Soon, she began to growl and scream and a growl came from deep inside him. He slammed into her one last time feeling his cock pulse and his cum fill her. She shuddered, her legs shook, he held her hips close to him to keep her from collapsing. They stayed like that for a few moments until both of their breathing returned to normal. Eventually, he pulled out of her as she whispered, "Wow."

Then Laura shocked both of them as she turned and knelt and began to clean his cock, tasting both of them mixed together. Bryan just chuckled, "I told you I'd make you my slut, and soon you will beg me to come take care of your needs."

He pulled his jeans on and walked out, leaving Laura on her knees wondering what the hell had just happened to her.