I’m no stranger to home invasion phone sex fantasies, but this as different. I’m not exactly sure what wakes me, but when I come to, Mike is standing there- huge white cock tenting his sweats, practically pointing straight at me. My heart slams against my ribs and my traitorous pussy clenches in anticipation. I know why he’s here, so I don’t even ask.
“When will your husband come back?”
I ignore him, “I changed my mind,” I say, trying to pull the blanket up, but he rips it off, leaving me naked.
“Oh yeah?” He pulls his phone from his pocket, taps the screen a few times and my voice comes out of the speaker. It’s from last week when I begged him for an extra gram.
“I promise, I’ll do whatever you want, Mike.” he mocks me, pushing his sweats and boxers off his hips, “Well, it’s time for me to get what I want. Now get on your knees and open your fucking mouth.”
My face burns but I slide down to the floor. His thick cock slaps my cheeks hard a couple times before he shoves it past my lips. “And you’d better suck it like you mean it, slut.” I gag as he fucks my throat, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. He just holds my head and humps harder until he’s pumping my throat full of jizz. “That’s it, choke on this dick.”
He must’ve done a line of coke before he got here, because he’s still rock hard when he pulls out of my throat. He drags me onto the bed and flips me onto my stomach. Without warning he rams his cock into my pussy “Fuck, you’re tight for a married whore.” He starts pounding me deep, balls slapping my clit with every thrust. He doesn’t try to make it good for me, he just uses my cunt like a cocksleeve until he’s exploding inside me again.
After a few minutes, he pulls out and presses the head of his dick against my asshole.
“No, please-”
Too late.
He forces every inch into my ass while I scream into the pillow. “Shut up and take it, bitch” He wasn’t any gentler, plunging in and stretching out my asshole. “Gonna fill every hole with cum tonight.” He makes me spread my ass cheeks so he can pump his last load straight into my wrecked hole while he groans and growls like the animal he is.
Hours later I woke to wet, rhythmic sounds. Marcus was lying right next to me in my bed, phone in one hand, cock in the other. The screen showed him railing me from behind, my face twisted in pain and pleasure. He groaned as he watched himself destroy my ass on video, stroking faster. “Morning, cumdump. Thought you’d like to see my new favorite video. You think your husband will like it?”
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