Seducing My Friend's Husband Ch. 02

I didn't hear from Jon for a few days after our delicious fuck at his wife's party...I didn't really expect to. Although I'd done my wicked best to twist him into knots he's a devoted family man and I knew he'd be conflicted about what he'd done...knew he'd feel guilty for betraying his wife by succumbing to my teasing and fucking her friend like a whore, on the floor of his basement.

The texts started 3 days later...dripping with regret but with a hint he wanted more, wanted to see me again. That's when I knew his big, fat dick was still hard for my slutty, wet pussy, that I gave him something his loving wife never would and that he wanted to see how far I'd go...lucky for him I'll go all the way...

I suggested we meet for lunch so we could talk it all over, I was sweet and understanding, I only wanted the best for him after all, and he agreed we should meet. I booked a nice restaurant which, totally coincidentally, happened to be in a very nice 5 star hotel. I booked a room too, not that Jon needed to know that yet.... When we met we sat at the table I'd requested, a round table with a bench seat in one discreet corner. I made sure I came looking a little more conservative than I had at the party but my skirt was still short, showing creamy leg and stocking tops when I sat down, and my thin, silky shirt outlined my tits nicely, a deep V showing a bit more cleavage than is strictly necessary at 1pm in the afternoon. My bra was black and lacy, low cups that barely covered my nipples so I had to be careful not to lean too far forward or I'd fall out, but I knew the view down my top was worth the risk. I thought Jon was a tit man and he'd appreciate the sneak peaks of my titties as I leaned forward. I knew it worked because even as he apologised over and over again, and talked about how he loved his wife and didn't want to betray her trust...his eyes were glued to my tits...such a naughty, predictable man.

We talked for over an hour, I was understanding and caring when he said we couldn't see each other again but when I put my hand on his arm as I said I understood he paused and swallowed...when my hand went to his thigh, leaning forward to comfort him, skirt riding up on my legs, he stuttered and his eyes glazed over staring down my top. I knew I had him then...my hand slid further up his leg, fingers barely grazing his bulge, which was getting bigger...

His eyes met mine as I caressed his hardening dick through his pants, pleading silently, I'm not sure if it was for pleasure or mercy, as his breath caught in his throat and his body stiffened...I stroked his cock slowly, leaning forward to whisper in his ear "I know you want me Jon, I know you want my tight little pussy sliding around your big cock...I know you want to suck on my pink nipples until they're hard and aching...don't you want to cum in my pussy Jon, want your cum dripping out of me, smeared across my thighs?" I could feel his hot breath against my cheek as he groaned at my words, eyes blank, mesmerised by the feel of my fingers as I slowly unzipped and pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants. His dick sprang up, getting fat and red, and thankfully masked from the rest of the restaurant by the long table cloth. I ran my hand up and down his length, smearing pre-cum onto my fingers...still looking at him I raised my hand to my mouth and licked my fingers clean...so delicious!

He groaned deep and long as I did that, head turning to bury itself against my neck, breath hot and rapid against my skin, and I knew he was mine then, all thoughts of his wife were gone...I'd get to do all the nasty things I wanted to him and he'd love every second of it. I glanced around the restaurant then and was pleased to see it was quiet. It was gone 3pm by now and no one was looking our way...I let my fingers fall back to his cock and tightened my grip around him, eliciting another groan as his lips closed against my neck and I started to jerk him off, my hand pulling and sliding round his rapidly thickening cock. He felt so wonderful in my hand, skin smooth and velvety, warm and wet as I smeared his pre-cum. I wanted to taste him so bad, the idea of swallowing down his thick cock, feeling it heavy and warm against my tongue made my mouth water. I leaned forward so my lips were next to his ear and started to whisper all the dirty things I wanted to do to him in that moment, how just my hand on his cock made my nipples tingle and my clit throb, how I wanted him to use me, own me with his mouth and his cock and his cum...until I was desperate and pleading for him.

I could feel his cock stiffening in my fingers, veins becoming outlined, pulse throbbing, as I reached my fingers into his pants to scratch his balls gently with my nails making him groan again. His lips were sucking at my throat now, one hand reaching up to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my hard nipple, I think he'd forgotten we were in public, so caught up in the ecstasy of my hand siding up and down his cock, pulling his orgasm out of him one jerk at a time.

I looked around the restaurant, the nearest patrons were on the other side of the room engrossed in conversation, the staff were chatting at the service desk, clearly relaxed at the end of lunch service and I knew if I wanted to do it, now was the moment. Jon gasped in disappointment as I pulled away my hand but with an evil grin I slipped under the table, sliding quickly to my knees and before Jon could do more than let out a strangled "what are you..." I had his fat cock nestled against my tongue, hot and hard in my mouth. I knew I had to be quick and discreet, but I just couldn't resist, the thrill of possible discovery making me desperate as I swallowed him deep, my nose resting against his pants zipper. God knows what his facial expression was, I had a feeling anyone looking our way would either know exactly what was going on, or think he was having a heart attack, but I felt his hands grip the table above me as he tried desperately to stay still, resisting the urge to fuck my face as I choked on his hard cock and tried not to bang my head on the table.

Logistically, giving head under a table is tricky but I can't tell you how dirty I felt on my knees, only a thin table cloth between me and discovery. I was so turned on at that moment if a line of anonymous cocks had appeared in front of me I'd have sucked them all gladly, revelling in the feeling of being a whore made for men's pleasure...instead I gobbled Jon's fat cock down, tongue twisting around him, choking on his dick as I tried to keep my slurping noises to a minimum. I could feel my pussy tingling as I worked his cock, so turned on by my own sluttiness, my daring...sucking my friends' husband's cock in public, discovery possible at any moment...it made me desperate to feel his hot cum on the back of my throat but did I want my slutty adventure to end? I pulled back a little, giving Jon a moment to relax, letting his orgasm back off, then I took him in my mouth again, head bobbing as I felt his fingers catch the side of my head tangling in my hair, holding me still, nose pressed against his pubic bone, hands gripping his muscular thighs as I gagged on his cock. It was bliss and ecstasy as I felt hot cum shoot into my mouth, filling me, overflowing, leaking out of the corners of my lips, undoubtedly dripping onto my shirt, as Jon came, a low, guttural, grunt escaping his lips as his cum pumped into me until I couldn't breathe or think of anything else.

With a low "Fuck!" he released my head and I pulled back gasping and panting, hand over my mouth to keep the sound, and his cum, inside me. His cock, red and shiny with cum and spit, bobbed in front of me, still hard. I needed a few seconds' breather, and to get the cum off my face, then I started to lick him clean before gently tucking him back into his pants. He was still hard and bulging but I figured a few minutes would let him calm down before we went upstairs for the main course. I paused for a moment before his low voice said, "you can come up now" and then scrambled back up to my seat. His face was red when I looked at him, probably with the effort of not drawing attention to himself during my delicious performance, but his eyes were full of desire and promise. "I booked a room upstairs" I whispered, "if you want to play some more...". It was pretty clear he did...

Spotting my reflection in the elevator mirror was a shock...my hair was a mess, lips red and shiny, and as expected I had cum stains on my shirt...not exactly the image I like to present to the world but at that moment I was so turned on and desperate to be fucked hard, I really didn't care. Alone in the elevator Jon's hands wandered, lifting my skirt to stroke my thighs, tracing over my butt cheeks, dipping lower, his lips against my neck. He clearly didn't care the spectacle we made and thankfully we were alone although knowing Security were probably watching us on the cameras just made me feel like more of a slut. I couldn't help but make eye contact with the camera as he sucked my neck, hand down the waist and of my skirt, fingers flicking against my pussy...he'd finally found out I hadn't bothered with panties that morning...

The ride was over too soon though and as we stumbled along the corridor, Jon's hands roaming across my body, I pulled out the key card for our room, hands shaking with desire as he pushed up against me, hard cock rubbing against my ass...I couldn't wait for him to discover the surprise I had for him there...I arched back against him, couldn't help from moaning and heard him chuckle "you're such a desperate little slut aren't you?" He asked me "got on your knees in public just because you couldn't wait for my cock, sucked me like a pro..." the heat of his words made me moan, desperate to get into the room and feel him inside me...

He took the key from my hands then and opened the door. He was fully in control now, pushing me forward into the room, I was at his mercy and I loved it...

I felt his mouth against my neck as the door closed behind us, lips sucking hard against my skin, marking me, hands roughly massaging my aching tits through my clothes as my head fell back against his shoulder and I moaned desperately. Then he spun me around, lips smacking into mine as he invaded my mouth, sucking hard on my tongue, hands gripping my face, owning me with his kiss before his hands were at my shirt, pulling it apart, I heard buttons rip, my head spinning at the violence of his assault on me, his desperation for my mouth. He kissed me long and hard, mouth wide as if he was trying to swallow me down, sucking desperately at my tongue, hands gripping, one minute tangled in my hair then back at my breasts, kneading hard until it was just on the cusp of delicious pain before he pulled back and gazed at me for a long moment, desire dark in his eyes as he stared down at my heaving tits, barely concealed by a black lace bra.

Then suddenly I was on my back on the floor and he knelt over me, mouth hot and wet against my left breast, his fingers pulling up my skirt, pushing my legs apart, diving deep into my pussy before I had a chance to protest. I arched up as the twin sensations pinned me to the floor in ecstasy. At that moment nothing would have made me move from that spot, the slobbering, slurping noise of his mouth around my nipple an obscene accompaniment to the wet squelching of my pussy as he fucked his fingers into me, faster and faster until his mouth left my nipple and he watched his hand in fascination as two fingers pumped in and out of my pussy and long moments later he made me shake and squirt all over the floor, body spasming, a long moaning scream on my lips. At that moment I felt my whole existence was only to be a wanton slut, writhing on the floor, one single point of pleasure spearing into me, owning my needy cunt as I came. As I recovered he held up his dripping hand, shaking it so drops of my own cum fell on me before he sucked his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he tasted my juices. "You're such a fucking slut aren't you" he breathed "your sloppy cunt is just desperate to be filled, you'll fuck anyone won't you?"

I must have looked like such a whore then, writhing on the ground at the sound of his dirty words, so truthful...tits fully fallen out of my bra, skirt up round my waist, thighs dripping with my own juices but I didn't care, I just needed cock at that moment, needed it so much I didn't care whose it was. I wanted his cock back in my mouth, desperate to suck this married man deep, make him groan and submit to me even as his dick owned my mouth. I rolled over then...reaching for the obvious tent in his pants, and it was that moment, as my bare ass wiggled and I got my hands on his zipper, he spotted my surprise for him...the bight blue jewelled plug in my ass...

I heard his low exclamation "what the..." before his hands were on me, pushing me round as he scrambled onto his knees behind me, hands sliding over my thighs, pulling me into my knees, ass in the air, as he ran his hands down the crack of my butt to touch and gently tug at my plug, testing how far he could pull it out before he pushed it back again, making me moan at the stretch. He groaned with delight, "Fuck, you're such a perfect whore..." and a moment later I felt his face pressed against my pussy, tongue licking and sucking hard at my juicy clit as his fingers played with the plug, feeling round the edges, pulling at my tender asshole. I couldn't do anything my moan and squirm, the twin sensations too much for my frazzled brain to handle, face buried in the carpet as he played with me again.

The bliss of his mouth sucking and licking at my pussy as his fingers played with my ass lasted an eternity but finally I heard his zip descending and felt his cock dragging over my ass, leaving a trail of pre-cum drying on my skin. He slapped my butt a couple of times with his cock and I moaned, desperate for my empty pussy to be filled "Fuck me please" I couldn't help but beg "I need your cock so bad..."He laughed at that, the fucker, teasing me more as I wiggled my ass in the air, no shame in my head, whining for his cock like a needy whore, aching to be filled, owned by his cock....needing so bad to feel his cum dripping out of my slutty holes. An eternity later he took pity on me, grabbed my hips hard and drove his cock deep into my juicy pussy, the indescribable feeling of fullness utterly incredible.

He fucked me so hard it felt wild, one hand planted on my back, controlling me, as his hips slapped against mine like a machine, his hard cock pounding into me. His other hand reached below me to grip one swinging breast and twist hard at my nipple, the diamond sharp pinch of pain only adding to the intensity of the experience. I'm not sure when I started to cum, I felt so wildly out of control, knees scraping against the floor with the strength of his thrusts as I reached out to steady myself, hands gripping the carpet. Almost with surprise I realised I was letting out a non-stop wailing moan, my brain had shut down until all I was...all I ever could be, was feeling, the glorious sensation of cumming as his hard cock pounded my slutty cunt, my ass full and stretched, my nipples sliding across the carpet now, as my arms gave out, getting raw and red as they did.

"That's it.." his deep, growling voice a constant stream of filth somewhere in the background, "that's right, take my cock like the fucking whore you are, such a desperate, needy slut, opening your cunt for every married cock you see...". He words filled my head, sounding so right as he called me every degrading thing he could think of and I shook and writhed and came on his cock...just a fuckdoll made for pleasure...

He pulled out suddenly and I moaned desperately at the terrible loss, my pussy quivering as it anticipated the glorious, thick, hard cock it had lost, but I was only empty for a moment. He pulled me over roughly until I was sprawled on my back, knees pushed in the air, staring up at him as, with a loud grunt, he was in me again. One long, slow thrust until his pubic bone rested against my bruised pussy, his cock deep inside me, making the plug in my ass feel even tighter than before. I was so gloriously full I couldn't even scream, I just stiffened as his hard cock battered into me, balls deep, relentless thrusts feeling like invasion...he sunk down onto his elbows, hips still pumping as he started into my eyes "fucking slut, take my cock, take it" his thrusting hips punctuated the grunting words, his lips inches from mine, his words an angry torrent, "such a tease, all for married cock, that's what you want isn't it, fucking cockslut, lay down and fuck any married cock wouldn't you?...Tell me you love it...Tell me what you love slut..."His words drilled themselves into my head, a running commentary of degradation and filth until all I could do want gasp and pant and beg "yes, yes, please...I love it...want your cock so much, so good in my pussy, fuck my slutty pussy, use me please..." words spilling out of me over and over...

I was cumming again, wrapped around his cock, trapped in his arms, unable to escape the rush of orgasm as it swept over me and he kept fucking into me, his hips a relentless piston, a loud, obscene squelching noise from my abused pussy punctuating my screams, his cock a ride I couldn't escape, even if I'd wanted to...

He felt me cum and his thrusts slowed slightly as he caught his breath... he leaned down, lips to my ear..."I want your ass, slut" he whispered and it sounded like a threat. For a moment looking into his dark eyes I was scared but then, he pulled out and I found myself roughly pulled to my feet, disorientated and groggy from the hard fucking he'd given me as he pushed me face down against the mattress, ass in the air, almost on tiptoes against the high four poster bed, and grabbed the plug hidden in my ass. I could feel my empty pussy quivering with the loss of his cock, my juices wet against my thighs as he kicked my legs apart, gripping the plug and tugging on it hard, making me groan and writhe against the bed cover. "You're such a huge slut aren't you?" He asked, "Nice girls don't like to be fucked in the ass but you love it don't you, love a good ass fucking...?" He tugged at the plug again, making me moan, nodding my head in wordless agreement. "Do you like to be spanked too?" he asked, "I bet you do, dirty girl like you, do you like to be fucking spanked?" I couldn't do anything but nod again as his words made me even more desperate...and then I felt his hand caressing my ass cheek before he delivered three hard slaps...

I couldn't help but squeal at the unexpected sharp stings but the sensation made me even wetter and I couldn't help but arch my back, presenting my ass to my tormentor, wordlessly begging for more. I heard the grin in his voice then as he leaned over me, pressing me into the mattress, lips close to my ear... "I knew you'd love it, filthy whore like you..."

As he spoke I felt his other hand slide up my back and into my hair, tangling it around his fingers until he pulled me back, lifting my upper body off the bed, stretching my chest up until my tits were proudly on display. I realised then there was a long mirror opposite us on the wall and I could see myself...my clothes askew, hair a mess, looking like a debauched whore, Jon standing behind me, one hand pulling on my hair...he started spanking again, eyes never leaving the picture we made in the mirror and I watched as my tits shook and jiggled from the impact of his hand slapping my poor ass, a wide eyed, blank look of ecstasy on my face...I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror as Jon leaned forward again and whispered "I'm going to fuck your needy, slutty ass now Cherry, and you're going to watch while I own you..."

His words made me even wetter, if that was possible and I could only moan as, without finesse, he pulled out my plug. I yelped at the sudden removal, my ass hole felt so strange after being full for so long. I felt his fingers pressing against my hole, testing the stretch and then he ran his hand through my dripping pussy, spreading my juices around my ass as some extra lube. I watched his reflection in the mirror then, expression concentrated in anticipation, watched him grab his cock, lining himself up to take my ass, no pretence at being gentle as he rammed into my sloppy ass hole, balls deep in two thrusts. The sensation made me stiffen, a wordless scream in my throat as his fat cock stretched my ass to uncomfortable levels. Was it pain? I felt so full it was like I could feel his cock in my throat, my entire body being fucked by him, At that point I was so high on endorphins I couldn't tell what was pleasure or pain, all I knew was it felt incredibly as he fucked my ass, his cock sliding deep inside me, eyes meeting mine in the mirror, a smug smile of his lips. Despite the plug, my ass was still tight and I knew Jon liked it, his fingers gripping hard on my hips as he ploughed into me. He gave me no time to adjust to his girth, just powered on until I was reduced to moaning "fuck...fuck..fuck..." as he impaled me on his iron hard cock, staring at the reflection of my tits shaking at the onslaught.