Josh has been an acquaintance of mine for quite some time. His wife, Jane, and my wife used to work together and we shared some interests so we considered ourselves friends. They are a very religious couple. They also have this tradition where Jane would take one weekend a month to visit friends in Chicago. I always found this strange so one month when her weekend away and a weekend my wife was visiting relatives coincided I decided to find out what exactly was going on.

I went over to their house on some bullshit errand the day she was supposed to leave for her getaway. I had a gps tracker that I had bought at a local spy-shop and dropped it in her purse when I had an opportunity. I watched it on my tracking app that came with it. When it started to move towards the highway I went into action.

When I arrived at the location she was already in the house. Not surprising, as she had a bit of a head start on me. So I waited around in my car for a while. About an hour later the front door opened and out stepped Jane followed by man. I didn’t know who he was and I really didn’t care. I did get several really good pictures of them being quite intimate. They held hands as they walked to the car and even stopped for a kiss. That was really all I needed.

As I drove home I started to think about what I would do with the pictures. I originally was going to send them to Josh to show him that his wife was a cheater, but then my devious little mind started to work and I began to think about how best I could use them for my own purposes. Then I hit upon a plan.

I loaded the pictures into my computer. I printed a couple of copies off and then I emailed a set from a dummy email to her. In the email I also told her that copies of the pictures would be sent to her husband, relatives and the people at her church. They would all know her as a cheater and she would be ruined and humiliated. I told her to leave for home early on Saturday and meet me at a nearby park at noon alone.

She emailed me back several hours later absolutely frantic. “Who are you? What do you want? Why are you doing this? Blah, blah, blah.” She sent me a couple dozen messages that night and into the next morning. I ignored them all. Finally she sent me a message of defeat and agreed to the meet.

I arrived early and observed the parking area. Finally her car pulled into the lot and she made her way to the designated bench. I hung around to make sure she didn’t bring any company and then I approached her seat from behind. I dropped the pictures in her lap and sat down beside her. Her eyes about popped out of her head.

“Jake? You’re the one? Why?” She sputtered.

“Shut up and listen.” I snarled. “I’ve always suspected that you were cheating on Josh and now I have the proof. And now I’m going to use that proof to get what I want.”

“But I’m not cheating on Josh! Doug is just an old boyfriend that I still love and like to spend time with. You know I don’t have any money, or….” She began with tears shimmering in her eyes.

“Spare me the excuses. I don’t want your money. I want your cunt.”

She sat stunned with her eyes wide and her mouth agape. “I don’t.. I don’t understand.” She stammered.

“If you don’t want these photos plastered all over town you are going to give me a few hours of your time. In those few hours I will use your body in any way I want.” With that I turned away from her and sat on the bench staring into the distance. I could hear and feel her sobbing on the bench next to me.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity I heard her softly murmur in defeat. “Okay”

“What was that?” I asked.

“Okay. I’ll do it. I’ll let you do what you want to me.”

I handed her a slip of paper. “Here is the address to an apartment of a friend of mine who is out of town for a couple of weeks. He won’t mind if I use it to fuck some slut.” Her shoulders slumped with those words. “Meet me there in a half hour. You might want to pick up something to eat. You’ll need your energy. Get something for me too.” With that I got up and left.

Half an hour later there was a knock on the door of my friends’ apartment. I opened it to see her standing there looking miserable holding a bag of fast food. I let her in and took the bag from her.

“I wasn’t sure whether you would show up or not. Luckily, you made the right choice.” I said as I let her in and took the bag.

I led her into the living room and sat in the chair. She made a move to sit on the couch.

“Not just yet, why don’t you go stand in the center of the room.” I ordered. With a resigned sigh and downcast eyes she moved to the middle of the room and stood there meekly. I rifled through the bag. “Just one sandwich?”

“I’m not hungry” she said softly.

I sat in the chair chewing on my burger while studying Jane. Despite her conservative Christian beliefs she dressed in a slightly punk/emo style. Short brunette hair, lots of weird accessories, doc martins, you know the type. She was short and slim, and very pale; quite a bit different from my busty, curvy Italian wife. I figured it was time to get this party started.

“Strip.” I commanded. She just stared at me. “I said strip, slut”

With a tear running down her cheek she began to slowly disrobe. She reluctantly removed each article of her clothing. Ironically this just made the whole thing hotter. When she reached her underwear, a matching set of lacy black bra and boy-cut panties, she stopped. Her hands kept running over her body, subconsciously trying to cover her near nakedness.

“I didn’t say you could stop.”

With a deep breath, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. After letting it fall to the floor she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down her slim hips. Then she straitened up and stood there in all of her naked glory with her hands at her sides. Her pale skin almost glowed in the light. Her small B-cup breasts were perky and upturned, pale-pink and puffy nipples capped them. Her pussy was sparsely covered in a patch of trimmed dark-brown fur.

“Turn around.” I ordered. She turned in place until she was facing away from me. Her taut, slim ass stared back at me. “Come to me”

Turning back around, she slowly shuffled over to me until she stood between my spread legs. I reached out and ran my hand up her leg until I reached her upper thigh. I then slid my hand back until I had a firm grasp on one of her ass cheeks. I could hear her begin to sob again. I laughed.

“You better toughen up. I’m going to put you through a lot more than this before the day is done.” I sneered.” I am going to violate your body for my pleasure and there is nothing you can do about it.”

She covered her face with her hands and tried to collect herself. As she gained some self control I stood up in front of her. I took her chin in my hand and forced her to look me in the eyes. Her eyes were rimmed with red from her weeping and sobbing, and there was a mixture of shame and defeat in them. That look invigorated me. My already hard cock throbbed in my pants. I reached up with my other hand and pinched her left nipple with my hand as hard as I could. She gasped in pain and collapsed to her knees.

“You need to understand that you are my plaything. I can do what I want to you. Since you are down there already why don’t you make yourself useful and pull my cock out.” The pain I delivered to her must have done the trick because she hesitated only briefly before moving her hands to the front of my pants and opening them up. After a few seconds she had my rock-hard dick in her hands. Now I don’t know how big Josh was but my 7.5″ of extremely thick fuck meat seemed to mesmerize her.

“What’s the matter, never seen anything that big before?” I said laughing.

“No, Josh is actually kind of sma…..” She said before breaking off. The reminder of her husband shaming her into silence.

“I’m not surprised.” I replied. “He always seemed to be compensating for something.” With that statement I grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and jerked it back. She gasped and cried out in pain and surprise. I took the opportunity to shove my cock into her now open mouth.

“That’s a better use for your mouth anyhow.” I said I started to use her hair to guide her mouth on my cock. I would push her head down on my dick several times before burying my cock as far down her throat as I could get it. I would then hold her head down on my cock as she choked and gagged on it. Then I would let her up to start the whole thing over again. After about 15 minutes of this saliva was running down her chin and she was crying and sobbing.

As much as I wanted to blow my load in her throat I had a lot more I wanted to do to her. I finally pushed her away and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. I walked over to the coffee table and moved it into the perfect place. Then I went back, grabbed Jane by the hair and dragged her over to the table and bent her over one end. Her ass cheeks were staring at me begging for some attention; so I reached back and brought my open hand down on one check with unchecked power.

“Smack!” Oh how she howled and wailed. Again and again I rained the blows down on her ass. The pain I was causing was intoxicating. Finally after a seeming eternity I stepped back. My hand was numb from the spanking I had just delivered. Her ass was bright red and practically radiated heat. She was balling and weeping. I just stood back for a minute or two and admired my handiwork. She was almost broken I could just tell.

I finally kneeled down behind her and lined my cock up with her cunt. With one powerful thrust I buried myself to the hilt inside her. She cried out at the violation. I wonder if she realized that it only turned my on more when she cried and screamed. I reached forward and grabbed her by the hair to use as a grip for leverage. She was tight, extremely tight. Her pussy clung to my cock like a vise. Josh must really have a small dick to keep her this tight. It was also wet. Surprisingly so, some small part of her must really enjoy what I’m doing to her. Who am I to deny a lady what she needs.

“Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” Each thrust brought an animalistic grunt from her as I brutally railed her twat. I was literally holding the top half of her body off of the coffee table by her hair. Her eyes were rolled up into her head and her mouth was gaping open with drool running off her chin.

Using her body like this had me so stimulated that I knew I wasn’t going to last long and I was right. After only a few minutes of my vicious fucking I could feel myself approaching the edge. With one more violent thrust I came with a shout and flooded her womb with my cum. I think I came more than I had ever cum before as I unloaded spurt after spurt into her.

I let go of her hair and she collapsed onto the table completely defeated. She didn’t even have the energy to cry anymore. I had completely devastated her; and the best part? I had barely begun. The taboo nature of what I was doing was like an aphrodisiac and I was still rock hard and hungry fro more.

I took a few moments to catch my breath and then I rolled her onto her back. Jane had this look of confusion on her face as I repositioned her. I grabbed her ankles and hoisted them straight into the air. I once more positioned myself at her opening and thrust into her.

“Ohhhhhhhh….Gooooooddddddd.” She moaned as I again filled her tight, wet cunt.

“That’s right” I laughed. “Your God is going to watch you be completely debased. I wonder what your friends at church would think if they could see you now.” She closed her eyes in shame.

“Look at me!” I roared., and her eyes snapped open. “You are going to stare into my eyes as I claim her cunt!”

I tilted her legs back so that her knees were up by her head. I wanted her in the right position. Every thrust into her was now hitting her G-spot. I was going to make her cum on my cock and I was going to look in her eyes while she did it.

I took my time with long, slow, powerful thrusts. I would pull out completely, watching as her married twat would grip my thick cock. Then I would impale her completely on my full length. Each thrust would split her lips and rub against her G-spot. Each thrust brought her closer to her total shame. I could see it approaching. Her hands grasped the tables’ edge. Her eyes started to glaze over and her breathing became quicker and shallower. I leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

“If you want this to end you need to do exactly as I say. You are going to beg me to fuck you harder. You are going to repeat everything I tell you to say and you are going to say it with real meaning. If you do this then I will give you all of the pictures and you won’t have to worry about them again. Do you understand?”

“Yes” she whispered sadly.

“Beg me to fuck you harder” I whispered “Beg me to make you cum on my cock.”

She hesitated for a few moments and then with a resigned sigh she put on the performance of her life.

“Oh god! Fuck me Jake! Fuck my wet pussy. Ram that thick, hard cock into me. I need it so bad.” She screamed. I don’t know if she meant it, but judging by the way she was writhing on it and her obviously approaching orgasm lent me to believe that was really getting what she needed. “I need to cum on your cock. I need you to cum inside me again!”

I whispered a few more instructions into her ear. She didn’t even hesitate; she was caught up in her impending explosion. “You’re so much better than Josh, so much bigger than him! I love getting plowed by a real man for a change. Never stop fucking me. I want to cum on you foreveeeeeerrrrrrrr!!!” With that she went over the edge and exploded in an intense orgasm. She clutched the edge of the table and arched her back as she wailed in ecstasy. Like the slut I knew she could be, she held my eyes the entire time. It was at that moment I could see her defeat. She was no longer there because she had to be. She was there because she wanted to be.

Having just cum a little while before I was no where near ready to finish and give her a break. I just kept plowing her fertile valley. A few minutes later and she was once again riding high on another explosive orgasm. I had obviously unlocked something in her.

It continued on like this for some time every few minutes her world would be rocked by another orgasm as I stimulated her G-spot again and again and again. She held her legs for me as I molested her tiny little tits. She was babbling incoherently at this point. Jane was drenched in sweat; her head rolling from side to side. Finally as she approached her fifth orgasm I was also approaching mine.

“Oh, Fuck Yeah! Take my cum you fucking whore! Take every last drop! This is how it feels when a real man fills you!” I roared as I shot my second load deep in her well-fucked hole.

I collapsed on top of her and she lay completely spent beneath me. We were both gasping for breath. After what seemed like an eternity I finally withdrew from her and staggered back into the chair. She lay there a few more minutes before stirring. When she sat up she just stared at the floor.

“You’re not quite finished.” I said. “Get on your knees between my legs and put your mouth to work.”

She complied without complaint. She kneeled down and took my limp dick into her mouth. After several minutes she brought me back to life and was doing a pretty respectable job. I could tell she wasn’t very well practiced at it. Poor Josh must only get to use her mouth on his birthday. It was the situation more than her skills that finally brought me to the edge.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me. With my other hand I started furiously stroking my meat and in no time I was blowing my third load of the evening all over her face and tits.

She stayed on the floor, quite and broken. I got up and started getting dressed.

“Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up, you look and smell like a well-used slut.” I said dismissively. She was in the bathroom a couple of minutes and when she came out my spunk was still leaking down her legs.

While she was dressing herself I busied myself with collecting the various video cameras I hid around the room. She saw what I was doing and a dawning horror spread across her face.

“What are those?” She asked in a quivering voice.

“These? Oh, I taped our whole encounter.” I stated matter of fact. “You see those pictures wouldn’t get me much. They would get me one or two times in your cunt. With these videos and some selective editing I can make you look like the worlds most degenerate whore. With these I can own your pussy and make you do anything I want.”

She stood there in complete shock, the implication of my words not quite congealing in her head. I stepped over to her, grabbed her by the arm and steered her to the door with her stammering and stuttering the whole way. When I got to the door I yanked it open pushed her out onto the front walk and sneered at her.

“Look at the bright side. At least now you can get a decent fucking a couple of times a week and you can tell yourself that it isn’t your fault.” With that I slammed the door in her face and went to finish cleaning up.

To be Continued.

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