Chapter 2: Horny Sinner

“Hey! easy,” the man said gently. “I don't bite.” His voice was low, steady—nothing like Leonard’s sharp impatience.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. You were leaning on my car, crying.”

I wiped my face, embarrassed, broken. “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever it is,” he continued, “you don’t have to carry it alone. Just calm down. You can talk to me.”

I didn’t talk.

Instead, I whispered, “Can you… hug me?”

He hesitated for half a second, then stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me.

The dam broke.

I sobbed into his chest, my body shaking as memories of my father flooded back—his voice, his laughter, the way he used to call me his brave girl. I clung to the stranger like I was drowning and he was the only solid thing left in the world.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

It had been so long since a man touched me without cruelty. Without dismissal. Without making me feel small.

Too long.

Then his hard rock muscles and abs pressed hard on my boobs making my nipples harden. 

And all I could imagine was having his body pressed down on mine, grinding me as we made love.

I looked up at him, my eyes filled now not with tears but with erotic desires.

And before I could think, before I could stop myself, I stood on my toes and kissed him.

He stiffened.

Pulled back slightly. “Hey—”

But I kissed him again, harder this time, parting his lips with my tongue, desperate, starving. My body responded before my mind could catch up, every nerve screaming with hunger.

I placed my hand on his clothed chest and rubbed it seductively, stopping at his nipples, then circled and pulled it with my fingers.

His chest rose sharply beneath my palms.

“What the heck are you doing? you're…” he exhaled, strained, “you’re driving me crazy.”

“Then take it, take the wheel and give me a good ride” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. “You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t care.” I cried out sexually frustrated. 

Then he pulled me closer without warning.

His hand slid to my waist, grounding, possessive. My heart pounded so loud I was sure he could hear it.

His breath brushed my ear, his fingers trailed from my waist to my laps, back towards my groin.. slow and deliberate. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured. 

“Then let it burn me,” I said.

He slowly and deliberately slid his hand into my pants. 

“Yes! Fuck me already” I begged. This sin tested like everything I vowed not to commit but too late.

I had already crossed the line.

He circled the outside edges of my clitoris, making small soft flicks at the tip, causing me to shudder.

“Fuck” I moaned as he slipped one finger into my pussy as it made a slushy sound and my pussy juices splashed on his finger.

“It seems your pussy was also sobbing” he whispered and slipped two fingers and started thrusting faster and faster.

I unbottened his shirt and sucked his nipples, circling it with my tongue.. then trailed my hand to his pants, I could feel his bulging cock throbbing, I quickly unzipped and his cock forcefully pulled free. Defiantly and proudly erect pointing towards me.

It was massive, bigger than Leonard's.. I gasped.

Leo has never made me feel this way so damn the consequences… Leo has never wanted me this badly, his dick has never wanted me badly but this here is erect and solid just for me 

The stranger stopped and asked “what! Don't tell me you are backing out? Well too late”.

Without warning he lifted me and carried me into his car.

Laid me on the rich black leader car seat, I inhaled the rich and soothing cologne scent in the car, as he gently rubbed his cock on my wet pussy. Gently slapping my clit with his hard cock. 

“Please fuck me” I begged as I felt my vagina wall tense.

He gently pushed his hard cock into my pussy but it got stuck halfway.

“Youre so tight, don't tell me you're a virgin” he said.

“No! Am not” as I ached my hips forward on his cock and thrust it fully inside. How do I explain that I'm a semi virgin after 5 years of marriage.

He didn't waste any time, as he started thrusting harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

I have never felt such painful sweetness. My juice kept pouring out making the 

Within seconds I felt an electrifying sweetness all over my body and I 

orgasmed, my pussy juices washed over his hard dick. Making it easier to slide deeper into my vagina.

He pulled out turned me over on my fours as he fucked me from behind and I orgasmed a second time. 

This time he didn't stop. Instead he increased his thrust, now cupping my breast, rubbing it, twisting it.

I cried out of pain and pleasure.

He kept thrusting and grinding his waist on my buttocks.

“Ummmm, fuck! You're the sweetest thing I've had in my lifetime.” He groaned as he increased his pace and we came together.

He shot his cum inside me, our juices mixing together.. the whole place smelt like raw sin.

Three orgasm, I've never had an orgasm all my life. You must be a god. I whispered.

“And you must be my prescription. My sacrifice.” He replied 

We need to meet again. Can I have your contact? He said.

I froze reality now dawning on me. I had just fucked a stranger. 

What have I done?

Was I any better than Leonard?

No.

No, this isn’t me.

I pulled away, shame crashing down hard and fast.

“I need to go,” I said, my voice shaking.

He reached for me, hesitation in his eyes, then pressed something into my palm. “If you change your mind… my name and number are there.”

I didn’t answer.

I ran.

As I got to house, I could still feel his cum dripping down my legs and my p**sy was still throbbing.

I dropped the card and the envelope on the table and quickly entered the guest room bathroom. Switched on the shower and scrubbed and scrubbed.

I couldn't sleep all night. 

All I see each time I shut my eyes is the long, hard cock pointing at me.

Accusing me.

Calling me a sinner.