SEX WITH MY HUSBAND’S BOSS III

TRIXIE

Damien didn’t waste a second. He shoved me onto the luxurious massage table, yanking my dress up around my waist. He dropped to his knees, spread my thighs roughly, and buried his face in my dripping pussy. His merciless long and filthy tongue licks from my asshole to my clit, sucking hard on my swollen nub.

“Such a wet, desperate married whore,” he growled, sliding three thick fingers deep into my cunt and curling them brutally against my G-spot. I screamed in pleasure as he finger-fucked me relentlessly, making obscene wet sounds. I squirted hard all over his hand and the table for the first time in years.

Then he stood, pulled out a massive, veiny cock much thicker than Marcus’s, and slammed into me in one savage thrust.

“Oh my fucking God!” I cried out, my walls stretching deliciously around him.

He fucked me like a savage animal — deep, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive spot.

“Take it, you filthy neglected slut. Your husband’s tiny dick could never stretch this pussy like I can. You’re mine now.”

He choked my throat lightly, slapped my bouncing tits, degraded me beautifully with every thrust.

“Beg for my cum, you dirty secret.” I came violently, my cunt spasming and squirting around his cock as waves of mind-blowing pleasure crashed over me.

Sophia had stepped out briefly to give us space to talk but walked back in at the peak of my orgasm. Instead of shock, her eyes filled with raw lust at the sight of me bent over, moaning like a broken whore while Damien railed me from behind.

“Fuck… there’s room for me too?” she asked, biting her lip.

Damien grinned wickedly. “Strip and get over here, you nasty bitch.”

Sophia peeled off her clothes, revealing her toned body and perky breasts. She climbed onto the table in front of me. Lost in ecstasy, I dove between her legs and licked her sweet, wet pussy hungrily for the first time. The room filled with wet slurping, moans, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

Damien switched between us, fucking my cunt then Sophia’s, making us kiss deeply while he used us.

“Two pathetic married sluts getting ruined together on my cock,” he groaned. We degraded each other playfully, fingers and tongues everywhere. The threesome was raw, nasty, and utterly mind-shattering. I came multiple times, shaking and squirting, completely transformed.

I lay between Damien and Sophia afterward, covered in sweat, oil, and cum, my pussy throbbing deliciously and leaking. Marcus’s cock felt like a pathetic joke now. This raw, degrading pleasure was what I had been starving for.

“I’m coming back,” I whispered hoarsely. “Again and again.”

Damien fingered his cum back into my used cunt. “Good girl. This pussy belongs to me now. Your husband will never satisfy you again.”

Sophia kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “I can’t wait to eat your creampie next time.”

For the first time in years, I felt powerful and alive.

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Over the following week, I returned to Damien at the parlor multiple times. He pushed my limits with delicious degradation tying my wrists, making me beg on my knees, filming me as I rode his thick cock like a desperate whore, calling myself his filthy married slut. Sophia joined frequently, turning sessions into intense lesbian play while Damien watched and joined, using us both mercilessly.

At home, I stopped pretending. When Marcus noticed I no longer threw myself at him and tried to touch me one night, I pushed him away coldly.

“Not in the mood.” Inside, I smiled, fingering myself later while replaying Damien stretching me open. My dirty secrets made me constantly wet. I embraced the disobedience completely. I had become a filthy, disobedient queen of my own dark cravings. Embracing humiliation, fingering, and endless pleasure. Damien had no idea what he’d unleashed.