He was an animal, and she loved it. He continued fucking her violently, as she began rubbing her clit frantically and cried out as she came hard again, for the third time that night, her ecstatic cries muted by her pillow.
Moments later she felt him erupting inside her in his own massive orgasm, his cum gushing out of her even before he had finished his final strokes and pulled out of her. Then he was gone.
She rolled lazily onto her back and pushed her fingers inside herself, reveling in the deliciously gooey mix of his cum and her own juices, licking it all from her fingers before drifting off into a deeply satisfied slumber. This night had been even better than her best rape fantasy and all her sex fantasies about Ritchie added together.
When she awoke next morning, Alan was asleep next to her. On her bedside cabinet was a single red rose, and a note: “Sorry I couldn’t make it last night, so I arranged for Ritchie to sort you out instead. I hope you enjoyed your surprise!! A. xx. PS. I know you’ve always fancied each other, so it’s ok x”.
When he joined her at the kitchen table a short while later, she blushed as she thanked him for her surprise.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied.
“Enjoyed it? I loved it. He fucked the life out of me! I thought he was going to split me in half. He was so rough I’m sore. He’s an animal!”
“So, you wouldn’t mind him doing you again occasionally, you know, just to help me out when I can’t make it home?”
She blushed even deeper. “If you’re okay with it, then I’d be a fool to object. The thing is… and please don’t take this the wrong way, because I totally love the way we have sex together and I never want to change that, but… what he did to me last night… was just like… wow. I mean… it was totally fucking awesome.”
One month later, it was the first night of the night shift week, and Carrie was in bed, naked, and wide awake. She heard the front door open and close. Who was it? Would it be Alan or Ritchie fucking her tonight? Her heart was thumping with excitement. A few moments later, she saw Richie’s shadow appear at the foot of the bed. She pretended to be asleep. He appeared to be looking at her through the darkness. He pulled down his zip, and began masturbating, getting an erection in readiness. As he moved to her side of the bed to lift the duvet, she spoke his name, and he jumped with the shock.
She giggled. “Sorry, Richie, I didn’t mean to startle you. Before you go any further, I want to see that thing before you stick it in me, this time.”
She switched on the bedside lamp. His rampant cock was impressive, even if he did look a little ridiculous standing there fully clothed with it in his hand.
“Take your clothes off, so I can see you properly.”
He did as she asked, and he looked even more impressive. His body was solid, muscular, and chiseled, and his cock was long, thick and hard. She wanted him.
“You might as well see what you’re going to get, too,” she said, and threw back the duvet to show him her body. She watched him looking at her with an appreciative gaze.
Swinging her legs out of bed, she sat up in front of him. She reached out and curled her fingers around his cock, gently massaging it. She liked the way it felt; the hot silky skin covering the rock-hard shaft. She began masturbating him and caressed his balls. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, then began bobbing her head, sucking on him and masturbating him vigorously. When she felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, she stopped abruptly, and laid down on the bed.
“Not yet, it’s my turn first. Play with my boobs and finger-fuck me.”
He launched into a full-on pleasure assault on every part of her body, using his lips and tongue as well as his fingers to eventually bring her to a shuddering clitoral orgasm. He rolled onto his back, and she quickly mounted him, riding him first in cowgirl, and then in reverse cowgirl, so that the hard head of his cock stimulated her G-spot, and she swiftly climaxed again.
She laid on her back, and lifted her knees high and wide, displaying herself shamelessly to him.
“Now,” she said, grinning at him in anticipation. “Climb on board, and fuck me like a raging bull until I tell you to cum.”
He grinned at her, and once more did as he was told. He rammed her as hard and as fast as he could, until the sweat poured from his body, and he felt like he was about to explode. She hadn’t told him to cum yet, so he slowed to a snail’s pace until he had recovered. Then he picked up the pace and force of his strokes again. He fucked her mercilessly, pounding her body with all his strength for as long as he could before slowing down and then starting again.
She felt sure he was about to crush her pelvis at any moment, or tear her insides apart. Despite being soaking wet, his cock was such a tight fit she could feel the whole of his rigid length rubbing hard against her insides, stimulating every nerve until she felt raw but electrified. She came again very loudly several times, until she could stand it no longer.
“Cum in me now!” she begged him. Gritting his teeth and summoning up every last ounce of strength and speed, he hit overdrive, hammering into her soaking wet pussy like his life depended on it, until his own orgasm hit him like a volcanic eruption, and he growled and snarled as he came and came and came in her. She remembered that first night, as his cum had flooded out of her while he was still fucking her, and it was the same again, now.
“Stop!” she managed breathlessly, and he pulled away from her, collapsing on the bed, at her side. She scooped his cum from her pussy with both hands and feasted on it like a woman possessed until she had drunk it all down, even running her fingers between the cheeks of her bottom to make sure she missed none of it. Then she licked his cock clean.
When they had both recovered, he simply got dressed and went home. She quickly showered and went back to bed, grinning happily over the pounding she had just taken. She had just settled down and began to drift off when she heard the front door. I bet he dropped his wallet or something, she thought, and waited for him to re-appear.
Instead, the door pushed open very slowly, and in the darkness, she heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing. It was Alan! She pretended to be asleep, as she laid on her back. He gently climbed onto the bed, lifted her arms over her head, and pinned her to her pillow by her wrists. Holding her down with one hand, he gently eased her thighs apart, climbed in between them, and mounted her. Holding her down, he fucked her with deep, rapid thrusts. She felt sore, but it was still enjoyable. She moaned and struggled, whispering ‘no, no’ grinding her hips up against him as she thrashed her legs about and squirmed, supposedly trying to escape. He held her down and fucked her harder. ‘Please don’t, please stop’, she begged him, but he ignore her and continued thrusting into her. She whimpered softly as she came yet again, and then relaxed. Lying still, she waited for him to finish himself off inside her. Then he quietly crept away into the darkness.
Did Alan know Ritchie had fucked her earlier? She decided not to ask. Two men in one night! Well, that was a first, but hopefully not the last…
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