Illicit Affair (closed for Sanna)

As I felt him tense up, his hands on me gripping harder and his cock getting even harder and rigid in my mouth, I increased the tempo. God I wanted it. And I wanted so badly to please him the way he had pleased me.

And then I could sense it, he was going to cum. Tommy kept his hands on my head, his cock buried in my mouth as the first squirt of his warm load shot down my throat and I desperately swallowed. I hadn’t swallowed cum in a long time, and I had never really been a big fan - but now, like so many other things this absurdly adventurous night, I loved it. I thought he was done, but no.

Tommy grabbed me and pulled me down on my back, standing over my face and with a few quick strokes of his fist round the shaft my cheeks, forehead and mouth received his thick hot semen. Had anyone cum on my face before? Yes.. once.. a long time ago..

I couldn’t resist - swallowing once more to clear my mouth of what was still there, I smiled at him:
“Fuck.. Yeah.. haha..! I enjoyed that...!”
 
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I had to laugh as she professed to enjoying the cum facial I had just sprayed her down with. The pleasure, the dirtiness of it all was so intense! I fucking loved it!

“That’s so fucking hot,” I said with a smirk, admiring my dirty work for a moment before I grabbed my iphone off the nightstand and quickly snapped a picture of her gorgeous jism-splattered face!

I tossed the phone aside and grinned devilishly, using my finger to scoop some of my cum off her forehead and smear it on her lips. She seemed to enjoy my flavor, so I proceeded to feed her the rest of my cum off her face as she lay on my bed. When that little cleanup job was finished, I walked over to the closet, and pulled out a thick bathrobe for myself and shrugged it on.

I spied a lacey little black teddy that I had bought for my wife and she had never worn for me; I promptly snatched it off the hanger and turned to Sanna.

“Your tits might be a little big for this number,” I said with a smirk as I tossed it to her, along with a short, pink, silk robe. “But I think it’ll fit. Try it on.”

The results were stunning. A major improvement over my wife, that was for damn sure.

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I was about to say that maybe I should get going. Not that I wanted to, it was just that I suddenly thought about my dead phone, Dan at home and soon to wake up alone in our bed, angry and yes possibly worried (even though he wasn't the worrying type). He would then soon be getting into his car and driving off to his parents who lived in Clarksville, an hour north along the Mississippi. And I knew that his mother would ask him why I wasn't there with him and she would shake her head at his mistake of marrying a weirdly independent foreigner when he should have chosen a good, homegrown girl from Missouri. It would irritate me thinking about it, as I was damn well a good homegrown girl too - just not from fucking Missouri. Well. I wasn't even a good girl anymore, now was I..

I wiped off the remainder of Tommy's cum with the back of my hand and put on the outrageous black teddy and the pink robe. I glanced at myself in the mirror and did a little turn. That I was wearing his wife's clothes excited me, I had to admit. So naughty.. And he was right - my breasts were obviously bigger than his wife's..

As we walked out of the bedroom down the corridor I thought about the pic he had taken with his phone. Hm.. I should probably remind myself to talk to him about that.. Mainly because I wanted some reassurance of his privacy but also because I was curious.. I wanted to see it.. A dirty filthy porn pic of myself..
 
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We hurried together down the hallway and back into the living room, unable to keep our hands off each other. “God, you are fucking sexy,” I whispered in her ear as we knelt down next to the coffee table, the pile of coke in front of us. I quickly took the razor blade and started cutting out more lines of the fine powder, slightly bigger ones than we had done before.

We took turns, each of us railing a thick line up each of our nostrils, and immediately started making out, our passions and desires cranked up. I was out of my mind with lust.

“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling up Sanna’s luscious breasts, my lips suckling her neck. I sniffed hard, and could feel the coke in the back of my throat. “Drinks,” I suggested, pushing myself up off the floor, and giving her a devious smirk as my cock stood proud in front of her face.
 
As Tommy stumbled off to get more drinks, I dried my sniveling nose with the back of my hand and stood up. The new rush from the coke was different from before. There wasn't the same kind of instant kick, it was more like a slow, heavy surge inside and now there was also an anxious urgency. Like one moment feeling a panic to just go, leave, and the next moment an acute need for Tommy - his hands on me, his cock inside me. It was unsettling. I sat down on the couch, my toes and fingers twitching.

I needed that drink bad.
 
With the cocaine rushing through my system again, I now felt more alive than ever before. I was a whirlwind in the kitchen, mixing up tall, potent drinks for the each of us. I quickly brought them back to the living room and found Sanna seated on the sofa. I gave her a devilish grin as I handed her the strong drink and took a sip from my own.

I was quite eager for round two now. The cocaine seemed to fuel our conversation in a hundred different directions as we sucked down the alcohol, which provided for a pleasant buzz to go along with the rush from the coke. Our hands constantly strayed, and our eyes admired each others bodies. It wasn’t long at all before my fingers were in her crotch, rubbing her hot little clit back and forth...
 
As he reached for my pussy, I flopped back into the couch and spread my legs so he could gain full access to me. He pulled the teddy to the side and began rubbing me fast and hard. And it felt so fucking good!

So did the renewed high. My eyes wandered up to the clock in the wall again and I felt a surge of panic run through me as I saw the big hand on 11 and the little hand on 5. In just over an hour, my husband was leaving our house to go to his parents and I’d been gone all night. My promise to be home before he left was just impossible now. And here I was, my legs spread and high as a kite wanting more. I had an overpowering desire for Tommy to fuck me again. And at the same time, real life was tugging at me to get my shit together and go home. Now.

“Shit.. Tommy... look at the time!!” I gasped, sitting up suddenly.
 
I could tell she was enjoying my manual manipulation of her clit, and her wetness told me she was eager for more, but she started to panic a bit when she noticed the time.

“Time for round 2,” I replied, noting that it would be morning soon and we were still full of illicit, horny, coke and booze fueled energy. Before she could move to pull away and end things, I roughly slid two fingers deeply into her pussy, and pressed upward and dragged the tips back across the roof of her cunt, over and over.

“I’m not sending you home without a load of cum in your pussy,” I growled at her, my dick quickly stiffening...
 
Time for round 2...??

I was about to object, when he slid in two fingers inside me. I was already sloppy wet and he found the spot, making me shake from the amazing feeling, a brutal desire washing over me.

I looked down at his handywork, moaning loud, and the looked up at him. Wide-eyed, in disbelief at what this motherfucker was doing to me.

Oh fuck!! Yes!!! Fuck me then!!
 
I slid a third finger inside her as she moaned and groaned her approval and her hips quaked appreciatively. My other hand found a grip on her neck and moved in and kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting hungrily.

There would be no stopping this now. Our passions rose quickly as I worked my three fingers in and out harder and faster.

The kiss broke, and my hand moved around to the back of her head, grasping her long blonde hair and I pulled my fingers out of her juicy cunt and brought her face down into my lap, feeding her my big thick dick once again!
 
Just as I thought I might orgasm once more as his third finger entered me and we kissed, he pulled out - leaving me feeling almost disappointed. But I had no time to ponder over that. He grabbed my hair and roughly pushed me down on his cock which had regained size and rigidity.

Tommy was sitting now and I stood on my knees in the couch, bent over his lap. I took him deep immediately, feverishly sucking his cock hard and loving it. I realized how much I enjoyed pleasing him. With one hand I fondled his balls too, and when I had a chance I let go of his cock and moved down - hungrily licking and sucking on his ball sack while my hand was wrapped round his shaft.
 
“Fuck, you are an eager little cocksucker, aren’t you?” I growled at her. I groaned, it felt so fucking good, and then she was stroking my dick as she suckled on my balls and that felt even more amazing! “Jesus fuck, slut, that’s how you do it!” I encouraged her, giving her a hearty loud slap on her thick ass! The cheek jiggled perfectly when I did, and I knew right then and there exactly how I was gonna nail this bitch.

But first... “Get up in my lap... straddle me.” I ordered.
 
It's what I wanted. And god it felt hot when he slapped my ass - maybe it was the whole crazy high I was on that made it feel just right. I climbed up on him, steering him into me as I sank down. And as soon I was sitting nicely, I started riding him like there was no tomorrow. It was a position I enjoyed in "normal" life too, with Dan - I liked to be in control.

Not surprisingly, riding Tommy was a different matter altogether. I grinded my ass against him, the heat that we'd built up in our bodies and in the room coating me in more and more sweat as I worked him back and forth, up and down. The size of Tommy, and especially his length in this position, made riding him a fantastic experience - like you've been going to your local rollercoaster as a child and then you go on a holiday and try a mad fucking rollercoaster in some big city.

"Oh fuck.. oh my god, Tommy.. yes, yes, yes...!!!" I rode him faster and he pushed his hips up against me, we created a perfect sync, a perfect rhythm, and I got so horny hearing my own ass cheeks slap as our bodies collided. I just didn't want to come down from this.
 
She eagerly climbed on top of me and guided my dick inside her, not even giving me a chance to put a condom on! I groaned as I could feel her hot tight wetness engulf me perfectly; without the barrier, it made our erotic connection even stronger, my dick spasmed hard inside her. Fuck!

It didn’t take long at all to find a perfect rhythm. We were undeniably in sync with each other. I was loving every second. “Fuck yeah Sanna, bounce on that dick, ride it bitch, fuck me,” I growled at her. My hands roamed her body freely and aggressively, groping and squeezing her tits and ass, even playfully wrapping around her throat for a moment to see if she enjoyed being choked at all...
 
I breathed hard now, like I was doing a workout - panting and moaning and loving his hands all over me. How could I still be this horny?? Tommy reached up and held me by the throat. It surprised me at first, seeing as I had been feeling the sense of control like this but by grabbing me like that he showed me that he could very much still be in the drivers seat. He wasn't holding hard, but enough for it to affect me and to affect my breathing. I looked down at him. Jesus god he was so sexy... I bit my bottom lip, put my hands on his shoulders, started grinding him in a sideways motion, slightly slower now than before. I wanted to stay in the moment. Because it was a fantastic moment.
 
Sanna took my cock deep into her and slowed down her grinding, creating a more sensual moment as my grip on her throat playfully tightened for a second before I released her, my hands trailing down her shoulders and arms to her thighs and then up her hips and back to her luscious tits. As much as I was enjoying the sight of her in my wife’s lingerie, I very much wanted her naked now, and with both hands I ripped the lacy garment down the middle from her cleavage to her crotch.

It was discarded to the floor a moment later, and I thrust up hard into her pussy! My hands travelled across her naked body, another thrust making her whole body quiver from the force. My hands found a grip on her wrists, and I pushed them back behind her, holding them in place with one hand, and I must have hit a really good spot inside her because she really started bouncing on me...

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The slower moment, almost sensual and romantic, was literally ripped apart as Tommy grabbed his wife's teddy and tore it off me. I gasped and giggled - it was another first; I hadn't ever had anything ripped off me before. It felt good!

It got rougher now as he took my hands and pinned them behind my back and I rode him harder again. Tension was building up, everytime I drove forward his cock rubbed against my spot inside and the more intensely I moved like that, the closer I felt I was to orgasming.

"Yeeah!! Oh mother fucker i'm coming!! Oh god yes now!!"
 
And then she was cumming on my dick again. I snickered with approval as she lost control and succumbed to the intense pleasure that roiled through her body.

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“That was so fucking hot babydoll,” I told her as she laid back, panting, my dick still hard and deep inside her.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said, pushing myself up. I rolled her off me, leaving her empty for a moment as I grabbed her arm and hip and moved her bodily on the couch, getting her onto her knees, bent forward over the back of the sofa. I was behind her. I gave her thick ass a few firm swats before grabbing my cock and guiding it back into her eager cunt.

I drove myself hard into her, grasping her hips as I stood behind her. I pulled her back onto me as I pumped myself into her, her ass cheeks slapping loudly against my skin.
 
I had hardly recovered, my muscles still twitching from the orgasm, when Tommy moved me with a firm and experienced hand and steered me onto my knees. I looked back as he shoved himself my pussy, I was embarrassingly wet and sloppy and when he started pounding me I could feel how spent I was. Jesus, I was sore. And then he spanked me and it was like it woke me up. I loved the feeling of his hand round my hips and waist - and I knew full well that this was a position men enjoyed with me, having a nice view of my relatively thin waist, my wide hips and my round, full ass cheeks.

Soon, I felt the arousal build in me again after a slight lull. How was that even possible?? I should have fainted by now! And I started to goad him on to take me harder. I felt a sudden need for him to be rough with me, like that's what I deserved.

"Fuck me harder!" I growled between clenched teeth, my body sweaty and I could sense my face was all flushed from the exertion.
 
She spurred me on to fuck her harder, and I had every intention of doing exactly that. I leaned over and got my hand on her throat once more and started to really pound my cock into her.

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Her ass jiggled so perfectly with every thrust, I really couldn’t get enough. The coke fueled me on, and my rock hard dick plunged into her depths again and again.

I was relentless, and she was at my mercy. It was fucking heaven.
 
I asked, and he could deliver. Oh god could he deliver. My whole body bounced back and forth, he had me in a vice between his cock, his one hand round my throat and the other pushing down on my lower back making me arch deeper. It was insane. I just squealed and moaned, my sounds partly muffled by his grip. He forced me to look up, to meet his eyes seeing him upside down. He looked crazed, and I knew I did too. The coke that still ran in my veins was ignited by the sexual arousal, they fed off eachother in what seemed a neverending spiral.
 
I grunted, sweat pouring down my face at this point, fucking her hard with every stroke. I slowed down only to wet a finger in my mouth, reach behind me and stick it in the diminishing pile of cocaine, and lean forward and slide it into Sanna’s mouth, giving her a fresh oral jolt of the drug. Then I did the same.

It spurred us on, but we both wanted more. I pulled out of her and we huddled quickly around what was left of the coke. I cut it into two final lines, bigger than we’d done before, and we hastily railed our lines up our noses before I grabbed her and took her back to the bedroom.

I fucked her for hours.

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It was nine AM by the time I was finally done with her. She couldn’t even hold herself up anymore at this point, and I was just pounding her down into the bed when I blasted my copious, thick cum deep inside her, my cock throbbing mightily buried within.

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Well beyond satisfied, I rolled off her and lay back in the bed, exhausted. I hadn’t fucked anyone like that, so extensively and hungrily, since my early 20’s. I looked over at her and admired my handiwork. The blonde slut was very well used and abused at this point. It had been a perfect night of fuckery. Just what I needed. I was ready to sleep off the booze and drugs at this point. I could feel myself slipping into sleep in my bed. I rolled over and reached for the sexy blonde, pulled her close to cuddle...
 
When we were done, I was totally exhausted, my muscles had cramped so much, my poor body been pummelled and pounded beyond comprehension - the last of the coke pushing us both further and further. At one point, when Tommy was fucking me doggy, pulling my hair and smacking my ass - the orgasms had started to roll in and just kept rolling in without pause, pushing me to the brink of unconsciousness. It was almost too much to bear. The hair-pulling had a surprisingly powerful effect on me, I wasn't aware...

So we lay there, still for a moment. He pulled me in and for a while it felt good.

But pretty soon, anxiety took hold. I didn't regret what I'd done at that moment, I just needed to go. Needed to be alone. It wasn't necessarily the sex and the betrayal, it was probably more the drugs now that it was all over and I was gradually receding back into real life again.

"I... gotta go..." There was so much more to say, about everything. But not now. I just had to leave.
 
I was almost crashed out. I groaned, having figured she would do the same. “All right,” I said, pushing myself back up and sitting up. I grabbed my phone off the side table and called for a cab. “Your ride will be here in about ten minutes,” I told her. Naked, I headed back out to the living room and found my discarded pants.

I pulled out my wallet and surveyed what cash I had. I pulled out a hundred dollars, figuring that was more than enough for her cab ride home. I picked up the rest of my clothes and carried them back to the bedroom, dumped them in the laundry hamper, and then handed her the cash. “That’s for the cab,” I said. I gave her a wink. “Let me know if you want to do this again sometime.”
 
As Tommy left the room, I looked around for my clothes. On the bedroom floor I found the blue dress and my panties all crumpled up and damp. I put it on. I looked a fucking mess. I was a fucking mess. I did my best to get myself together in a mirror, when he came back and handed me some money for the cab fare.

I took it, said thank you and answered him:

"Yeah... sure will... Let me know too..." I smiled and winked back. I hesitated for a second, wondering if this was where I gave him a kiss. Is that what one did? Was I the one night stand here, or was I a whore with money in my hand letting him know I was open for a night of free booze, drugs and some cash in the not too distant future??

I stepped up and kissed him anyway, stepped back, turned round and left the room. I walked to the kitchen where we had entered, found my phone and my purse and heard the sound of a cab pull up out front. The sun was up, already glaring through the window. I felt terrible and excited all at the same time. What a filthy slut I'd been.
 
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