Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 07

"He calls him that because of the size of his cock."

"Oooohhh," he reacted, almost as if someone had died.

"Ha! No, Alexander is actually very well endowed. But he's not Gerard. He calls him Meat to remind him of that. He's also not a cuck... at least not at the moment."

She stepped forward, rubbing her body against his. He couldn't resist running his hand along her hip.

"You'll need to explain."

"It's more about me and who I am. I've recently decided to explore being a hotwife, with my husband's blessing. I've committed to my bull, but that's not full-time, and I'm quickly finding it isn't enough. I was fucked in ways this morning that still have me tingling. But I can't get you out of my mind."

Her hand slipped under his shirt, feeling his soft skin. She began toying with his nipple, a low moan escaping his throat.

"You want me to be your bull?"

"Heavens no. I can barely handle the stress of giving myself like that to one man. I could never serve two masters."

She licked at his neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind as she dragged her tongue toward his collarbone.

"I thought he was your bull. Do you have your terms straight?"

"Yes. I'll admit, it can get a bit murky. He dominates me, but it's more about the mind games of it. He's physical with me, but we're not reenacting 50 Shades yet, if you know what I mean."

"Horrible movie."

"The books are worse. I got through the first one, but I didn't get past page twenty of the second."

"Why'd you bring them up?"

"Because I was trying to describe my relationship with him. It's mostly about the sex. Although I can envision discipline being a requirement. I wouldn't shy away from it."

"Then what do you want from me?"

Standing on her toes, she flicked her tongue across his ear and breathlessly whispered, "Sex."

"I knew that five minutes ago. What do you really want?"

"Honestly, I want to make Alex feel like a stag as often as Gerard turns him into a cuck. I'm trying to explore both sides of being a hotwife. I'm not making any promises, because there's always the unlikely possibility we might not click, but the idea of having a sexy boytoy working nearby really appeals to my naughty nature. I have another one, Todd, that I've kinda started with near my husband's work. I've only been with him once, but it was incredible. Is that something that might appeal to you?"

"If we click... perhaps," he replied coyly.

Running her other hand along the inside of his thigh, she cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. "So, about that proposition, as you called it. I have two."

"I'm listening."

Her fingers traipsed along his shaft, feeling his size. It was possible his shorts were playing tricks on her mind, but the way it fit in her hand told her it was the biggest she ever touched.

"I don't know how. As much blood as it must take to get this thing hard has to leave you light-headed."

His left hand squeezed her ass; his right lifted her chin so he could lock eyes. "You have two... I'm listening."

"Yeah," she blinked, feeling her control slipping away. Hoping to regain it, she returned her hand to his crotch, grabbing it tighter. "One, I'm here because of my bull. He's testing me. So, I'm here in hopes of earning his money back."

"What?"

"He gave you three-hundred dollars for your help in vexing my husband. Thank you for that. Now that you have some pocket change, he's offering you a chance to spend it. I'm not going to go into details, but the first time with my other boytoy, the same scenario kind of played out. The circumstances were different, but the end result was the same. I'm not sure this is going to become a trend... it seems unlikely, but here I am."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's a normally buyer's market, but my rates were set with Todd. He felt three-hundred was steep for a blowjob, and he was right. I couldn't deep throat then, so I basically gave that away. Not anymore."

"So now Gerard is your pimp?"

"Absolutely not. He's not the one setting this up. I am. He's not getting a cut. At least not yet. Who knows what he'll do with me in the future? Anything's possible," she laughed, knowing that was a ridiculous thought.

"So, this is just a role-playing thing."

"It's an actual proposition. I wanted to think of it as a proposal, but you've changed that in my head. My going rate when I'm doing this for him is three-hundred for pussy. You can fuck me right now, or I can give you a blowjob for a hundred."

"How much to fuck your ass?" he winked.

"That's the thing. Your options are pussy, or blowjobs. If you just want a blowjob to completion that's fine, but I'm supposed to earn his money back before he'll release me and let me be with a boytoy. Since he controls my body until then, I have to obey his wishes."

"So that means what, exactly?"

"I'd have to give you three blowjobs before I can do what I want with you. Or, you fuck me and the genie is out of the bottle."

"Which means?"

"I can grant your wish," she winked. "I've got two hours. Pay me the three Benjamins, and fuck me like the whore that implies. You send a pic and a text or two to Alex. Then I send one to Gerard. He tells me I'm free until the next time he contacts me. Once I get that text, I'll suck you hard and you can fuck my ass up until the minute I have to leave... keeping in mind I'll probably be wobbling back to my house because of the damage I'm praying that big cock of yours will cause. Whaddya say?"

"The money is up front on the desk."

"Goodie! I'll wait for you in the bedroom...thank God you have one."

"I don't think so, Mrs. Edwards."

"I told you, my name is Christina."

"If I'm paying for pussy, you'll be who I want you to be. That's how it works. And we're not fucking in bed."

"Then where do you want me?"

"I told you, the moneys on the desk," he said as he grabbed her arm, making her squeal happily as he pulled her forcefully to the front of the shack.

"What about the windows?"

"My money. My fantasy. And the best part is I'm living it out with the actual woman I've fantasized about doing it with!"

"You've fantasized about me?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, Mrs. Edwards. Every time I see you, I think about this very thing."

Slipping his hand around her neck, he leaned in while pulling her to him, their lips meeting in a glorious, passionate kiss. The heat between them surprised her. She was at least ten years his senior, yet she felt like a smitten teenager in his arms.

She let out another shriek when he lifted her and set her on the huge desk. From the side, nearest the drive by window, there was actually enough room on it for her to lie on her back, her ass at the edge. Billy took advantage of that space, putting his hand in the middle of her chest and pushing. She flopped into place on the hard surface like she'd fallen into a bed, uncaring about the comfort. All that was on her mind was the prize behind the shorts Billy was taking off. She pulled her legs up and spread them in anticipation of the unveiling.

He dropped them unceremoniously to the floor, along with his boxers. Her eyes widened further. It wasn't as thick as she'd thought from feeling it, the material of the shorts and underwear bulking more than she'd factored. It wasn't as thick as Gerard's, or even Alex if she were comparing. But she wasn't, at least as far as girth were concerned. It was the longest cock she'd ever seen in person, or in one of her videos, and it frightened her.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she exclaimed when he flung it onto her abdomen, showing her how far it was going to go once it was inside her. She showed just how far removed she was from her religious upbringing when she added, "Just how goddamn long is that mother fucker!?"

He laughed when he grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge, the bottom of her ass hanging over it. "First, I'm about to become a literal mother fucker, so thanks for making that dream come true. Second, a gentleman never measures. Only vain jerks and horny sluts do. How long does it have to be?"

"Is... is it a foot?"

"It's a cock. And I really don't know how long it is... probably twelve, give or take."

"There's no way all of that thing is fitting inside me."

"That's what they all say. It'll fit." He spit into his hand, rubbing it on the big head. Then he took the shaft and slapped it against her pussy a couple times, making her move and flinch. "How do you want me to start?"

"Please, just do it, sweetie. I'm so worked up right now I just need you. Fuck me."

Slipping the head through the folds of her splayed lips, he entered her, giving her half the length. "Anything you say."

"Fuck, I feel stuffed already. Take off your shirt for me. I wanna see all of you."

He jammed a couple more inches in on his second stroke and paused. Reaching past her head, he flipped a switch on the control board. "I can't. I'm working."

"What did you just do?"

"I turned on the alert system. There's a pressure sensor next to the speed bump that lets us know someone is driving up. We use it mostly at night."

"Or when you're fucking, huh," she giggled.

"That's an added benefit I've never taken advantage of before, but I'm glad we have it. If someone shows up, I'll have to stop no matter where we are."

"You mean if I'm close to cumming, don't you?" she said with a fake pout.

"Or me. But that's why the shirt stays on. If that happens, you stay put. Nobody can see the desk from the window, so as long as you don't sit up, you're safe."

"Stop talking and fuck this mother!" she laughed, bucking her hips into him.

They got interrupted three times, the second of them just when she was about to cum again. He snickered when he pulled out, turning his backside to her to so he could interact with the driver.

She stared at his muscular ass as he slid the window open, the excitement of what she was doing overwhelming her. He was talking to a woman on the outside that was totally unaware he was naked below the waist, his cock hard and glistening with a hotwife's cum on it. He'd been fucking her so hard and deep she'd been creaming on it for five minutes, almost ready to explode again. Suddenly she couldn't wait for him.

When he closed the window to return his attentions to her, she was already cumming. He picked up his phone, taking video of her jamming three fingers into her gushing cunt, her back arched as she writhed on the desktop; toes pointed in her sexy heels as her calves locked. It was a full body orgasm, rolling through her like a wave.

He took a couple of pictures after he shut down the video, the first when he re-entered her, forcing her climax to a higher level. After the next interruption he slammed into her and picked up his pace, holding her ankles wide to split her open.

"Time for me to cum!" he barked.

It didn't happen right away. The stops and starts had helped delay his orgasm. He had to build up to it, which meant he was hammering her mercilessly. Her back had become slick with sweat, and she was sliding on the desk. He used that momentum to his advantage.

She sensed he was finally going to cum, and yet there was no pause on his part. He didn't ask where... it was up to her if she was at risk. After all, she was a mother. She knew the biology of it.

Instead of warning him, or even urging him, she simply let the coupling end naturally. He was doing what men do, the obligation to propagate with a suitable mate in heat being ingrained from birth. She was aware that her pheromones had likely been releasing since the text she'd received from Gerard that morning. It was presumably why Alex was so hurt when she'd spurned his advances. He wasn't the dominant buck, but he'd answered nature's mating call nonetheless in hopes of finding her available.

Billy was proving to be the beast she'd dreamed of when she was walking to hook up with him. That was really the first time she'd considered such a nasty thought. She'd always liked him, and she playfully flirted. Yet to say she had fantasies about fucking him would have been a lie. Even that very morning it never would've occurred to her it was a possibility. As he neared his climax, she prayed he'd want to be a steady playmate.

"I'mmm cumminggg Mrsss. Edwaaarrdsss!" he bellowed as he slammed into her, holding his cock deeper than anyone had ever been inside.

A torrent of hot cum flooded her pussy, and she began screaming as she unleashed her own violent release. She squirted around his cock, her body convulsing, trying to force his shaft out. He held firm, his balls churning as the spurting continued.

Her legs fell limp as he pulled out, hanging over the edge, her shoes almost touching the floor. Her chest rising rapidly, she struggled to catch her breath. He picked up his phone again, taking a few more pictures, his cum beginning to seep out of her cunt.

"It's a good thing I know my cycle as well as I do. I'm not on birth control. As deep as you were inside me, I think you can shoot directly onto my eggs," she sighed.

"That's a shame. The thought of making you a mother again is pretty hot!"

"Hmm... fantasizing about knocking me up, are you? No wonder you just came inside me without asking."

"You wanted it, Christina."

"That I did, but does that mean the fantasy is over then... I'm not Mrs. Edwards anymore?"

"Only until you text Gerard and get set free. Wasn't that the deal?"

"Along with you texting a couple of pictures to Alex when I'm done with you. But I don't want you to send the ones you just took. I don't want him to see my nipple rings yet. Or the belly ring."

"How long have you had them?" he wondered.

"A week."

"A week? How is that even possible?"

"How is what possible?"

"That he hasn't seen them if you've had them a week?"

"There's a reason I'm a hotwife, sweetie. I'm not going to get into it right now, but I told you he's got a great cock. If he were using me properly, I wouldn't be lying here like this."

"When are you going to show him?"

"I'm not sure. I've loved keeping it a secret. Makes me feel dirty. I know I can't hide it forever, but I want him to see it in person when he does. Not in a picture."

"What about a video? I sent him that one this morning."

"I made sure I was covered by my hair. But if you send on of the ones you just took the pussy's out of the bag."

"Too bad. You look really sexy right now."

"I could cover them up," she smiled, putting her left arm across her tits and her right hand over her navel.

"Yeah. That doesn't look conspicuous at all," he laughed. "How about you use these instead? I have to show that you earned your money."

"Fuck! I almost forgot about that," she shivered as he gave her the three hundreds he'd been holding in a drawer in the desk. "What kind of a whore am I not getting paid up front!"

She strategically placed the bills, one over each nipple, the third going the other direction over her belly button. Rising up on her elbows, she looked into the tiny lens of his phone, a sultry gleam in her eyes.

"You're beautiful, Christina," he exhaled.

"And you're gorgeous, Billy."

Picking up her phone, she took a selfie with the cash placed between her legs, fresh cum leaking onto them. Sending it off, along with a quick text, she quickly scrambled to the floor, waiting on her knees for a response.

Her phone chimed, and she read the message. Handing it to Billy, she took his deflating shaft in her hand, stroking it. "I'm free. We've got time. Do you think we clicked enough for you to be a boytoy for me?"

His growl reverberated in her chest. "Is that your way of saying I can fuck your ass?"

"It's my way of saying you can fuck me any way you want," she winked. Then she began the erotic task of bringing his cock back to life. Flicking her tongue over the head, she added, "You proved I could take this entire thing in one hole. I'd love to find out if it will fit in the other two."