Sorry Max Pt 03

Arousal

I lunged off the bed like a tiger after its meal, straight out the bedroom and to the front door in what must have been an Olympic record time.

I pulled the door so hard, I was worried I would take it off the hinges. It must have been a sight to behold because Rhys stood there all 6"3' of him, starring down his nose at me with a cocksure smile, his hand slipping his phone into his pocket. His eyes drank me in, swallowing me whole, they were devouring and all encompassing, just starring into them I could see the retinue of debaucherous acts he wanted to commit brazenly on my body.

I was staring back at him with equal hunger and a flexed jaw. I hadn't even worried if someone would have seen me in my sex outfit, pussy exposed for all to see, or seen the absolute mess that nestled between my thighs or seen another man coming to my house in the middle of the day while my partner was at work.

My hands shot out on autopilot grabbing Rhys by the scruff of his shirt and pulling him inside, letting the door slam behind us, the moment we were out of sight, my lips mashed into his, my body melted into it, my pussy pulsed once with searing heat that shook the foundations of my body.

"Oh, fuck yesh" I spoke out the side of my mouth as we tongue fucked one another's mouths, my eyes rolling and my legs giving out beneath me momentarily before I regained feeling in them. I didn't think I would want to kiss, but here I was...

Rhys pulled back to take a breath "fuck, you taste so good" he exhaled breathlessly before plastering his mouth back to mine, my hands raking through his hair and planting on the back of his neck to hold him in place

"So do you" I reciprocated. My hands began to feel all over is body, but it was all for show, they were on a fast track to a very specific location; and as I began to fumble with Rhys' belt, I felt his large strong, hands go over mine, grasping them tightly

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down there"

My jaw hung open

are you kidding me

my brain screamed

"Relax, we have plenty of time" he smirked in jest "get on the couch, I want to get a good look at you"

My brain wanted to argue, but simultaneously knew it was hopeless and so I fell into a backwards strut, my eyes intently holding his, until I felt the cushion of the couch on the back of my knees and planted my plump white ass down.

He looked at my legs that were tight together, a subconscious nervous reaction to being basically naked in front of someone, he gestured and I knew what he wanted, I let me knees fall to the side, feeling my pussy peel open, instantly cold with the ropes of my oozing juices.

"Fuck Soph, you are even more of a mess in person than the picture let on"

I looked away bashfully my face red and hot, as was the rest of my body.

"What do you want?" he questioned smugly, looking down his nose at me

"You..." I murmured under my breath

"I can't hear you? Where did all that Moxie go? You were so forward in your texts..."

"Rhys please I don't want to play games" I sighed as sternly as I could muster between the urge to moan, begging to circumvent the games and just get his masterful cock filling me up.

He didn't care what I wanted though, he just continued to pierce me with those hazel eyes of his, penetrating just as deep as his fat member had only yesterday and so I forfeit my conservative demeanour, it wasn't getting me anywhere near where I wanted to be.

"I want your cock Rhys, I want you to fill this up" I stated, my hands gliding down my tummy to open my pussy wide for him to see all of me "I want you to make her forget all about Max and be perfectly shaped too only you"

He chuckled arrogantly, which made my blood boil red hot and simultaneously sent a cold shiver through my whole body, "She's already shaped to me, you said yourself Max couldn't even get you there" he stated factly as if reading my mind about my previous thought on the matter.

"Rhys... I don't want to play games. All of this I did for you" I explained standing up and gesturing to the clothes I wore; or lack thereof, the painted toe nails, the fingernails, the perfect shaven pussy out for his viewing pleasure and whatever else pleasure he deemed me worthy of.

"You said you'd do anything right?"

I bit my lip and nodded emphatically

Without another word he ripped his pants down and drew out his monster member, my pussy squeezing tightly at the site of it, so much it hurt and I felt I was going to pierce my own lip with how hard I was biting it now.

"Get on all fours Sophia" he began "girls who cheat on their partners don't deserve this dick til they can prove they're willing to forgo their own pride, as well as their little boyfriends."

His words were cruel and demeaning and not something I ever liked people doing; talking down to me, but they made sense and came out so persuasive and authoritarian. It made me hot and bothered and added to the electrifying atmosphere that was swelling around us; which wasn't the only thing I wanted swelling. If I was going to subject Max to being submissive, even without his knowledge, to Rhys's cock, how could I expect not to be submissive also.

I got on all fours like a dog and began to crawl my way over to him, until I found myself sitting with my legs tucked under my ass, looking up at him waiting patiently and from underneath he seemed even bigger, hanging low and only a few inches from my mouth.

"Praise that cock" he ordered, after he deemed I had waited long enough

He didn't have to tell me twice, like grabbing his shirt in the hallway my hands reacted almost on instinct lashing out to cradle his member; before my head bobbed forward kissing him all over his head and down his shaft to his balls, I couldn't believe how quickly I had jumped at it, I must have looked pathetic and so needy, because the smirk he had as he flung his head back was all but telling.

"Oh Rhys" my voice shook "you have the most perfect cock" I swooned, truthfully to my obvious lack of surprise "I tried not to get addicted to it but can't help myself, it's all that's been in my brain since you left" I complimented, using my hand to cup his balls as I made out with the crown of his head, flicking my tongue in and out to massage just his frenulum "and these balls are full of a real mans cum" I continued stroking his ego in time with his cock hoping if I did so he'd give me a reward.

"What about Maxy?" he quizzed, knowing the answer and using the new nickname we had both bestowed on him unconsciously.

"What about him" I whispered out, although I definitely felt a pang of pain in my heart; what was left of it, my eyes poised on Rhys's member, to keep my mind on the true goal of his visit.

"You're all the same you know?"

I broke my locked gaze on his cock to look up at him

"Who?"

He looked down to lock eyes "You wannabe good girls, you're all just sluts waiting for the right time, the right person, the right dick"

Even if he had given me a chance to counter his allegation I would have fallen silent, but it was a moot point as he gave me the same treatment from the other day, wrapping handfuls of my hair and pressing his monstrous cock against my lips. They parted hungrily, obediently, spit dribbling its way around my orphancies to help accommodate the thrusting motion of his cock, I relaxed my whole body and went along with it gladly, happy to finally be on the receiving end of Rhys's fat slowly swelling member, happy to be his play thing, happy to be getting face fucked by him, happy he decided I was worth his time to come over.

"You know, I planned all this" he began in monologue, as if it was something he had rehearsed, something he had said 100 times before "I knew once you had a taste of this dick, you would get hooked, I even knew you would be anxiously and excitedly waiting for my call, and that when it didn't come it would drive you crazy"

My stomach dropped at his words, in excitement and terror; he was right... he read me like I was an open book.

He didn't stop his thrusting and I kept slurping listening like a good little fuck doll, his words making my pussy drip.

"I knew, since you never had before until me, that you wouldn't want to cum without penetration today and that Maxy boy couldn't do it, and that all day you would sit here fighting to not call, but you would finally give in, and you did, like a bad little cheating hoe" he explained pulling his cock out momentarily while I heaved deeply to get some breath back, not realising I had nearly run out of oxygen, but proving again he was a pro at this Rhys had obviously been keeping track.

"Who's a cheating hoe?"

"I...am..." I panted out

He let me get a few more breathes in and I didn't even rebut all the words he said, I just lapped them all up, because truth can't be argued with.

Then he pulled me in again and I continued my job as his personal cock pleaser.

"I knew you would call, but fuck me Soph, I didn't think it would be so soon and so eager, most bitches have some morals or self-control... but I guess they've had orgasms from penetration, I knew a penetration virgin like you, that getting dicked down by me would rewire your, 'all so loyal' brain, and now look at you, pussy fevering for me, mouth worshipping me... How far would you go to get this dick?" he asked, pulling my mouth away so I could respond.

"I said anything" I confessed, feeling globs of precum and spit splatter on my chest as I spoke "and I meant anything Rhys, now please... don't stop, you taste too good" I pleaded, wishing to feel him back inside me anyway he saw deserving.

He chuckled as he pushed his cock back in and my body went to its now default submissive trance.

"Guess we are going to see if you're being honest..." he grimaced; in a voice I knew all too well, he was going to see just how far he could push this.

He kept face fucking me slowly for the next few minutes and on the next breath I again looked up to lock eyes with him "can I please touch myself?" I almost begged

He chuckled again, this time patronizingly "Hell no, I aint Maxy, I don't need you helping yourself to get close, when I want you to have an orgasm, you'll have one, trust" he explained, and although it sounded cocky, I knew it was simply him being truthful.

I couldn't believe how horny swallowing the inches of his swelling cock made me.

As I looked up to Rhys, he seemed to be scowling, was I not doing it right, was he bored of me, he had been using me but still hadn't cum and now was looking at me affronted or deep in thought.

Rhys pulled his cock out and leant down wrapping his hands around my throat and pulling me to my feet "you like be strangled slut?" his hand still tight around my windpipe, his eyes burying into mine.

I could only respond by nodding in affirmation in his firm grasp

"Max told me you didn't like it, you lying to me again?"

I shook my head "No Rhys" I choked out "I don't like when Max does it...but you make me wanna cum when you do it" I confessed in raw honesty.

His other hand slid two fingers into me, smoothly, with a sloshing sound. He then proceeded to tighten his grip around my throat incrementally, my pussy following suit tightening in turn. As he tightened his grasp, he finger-fucked me faster and faster, until the pleasure had my eyes rolling back into my head.

I could feel my face going red and my lung aching for air, and yet I wanted his hand tighter, his words angrier, his eyes to tear through me, his fingers to go even faster and harder, I felt like I needed to pee and was scared I would.

Abuse that cunt Rhys

! Howled my mind

do what Max is too soft to!

Finally on the verge of completely passing out, his fingers retracted from my hot and throbbing cunt and my throat, and I felt her flinch as I came. I felt like my throat had taken enough abuse, my throat had never been so thrashed about, inside and out from the face fucking to the choking...and I loved it.

I took in a deep breath as a bit of saliva dripped down my lips onto my breast to add to the already thick layers.

I looked up at him and saw his fingers dripping with my juices, but my head was so light I could barely take in what I was looking at.

Did I pee

I thought mortified, going red and trying to ignore it, but my pussy was pulsing.

"Fuck didn't know you were a squirter Soph, how lucky must Max be?" he chuckled, flicking his wrist to get rid of the wet coating.

"I... uhh" I began, my brain was so foggy

"Never did that before... What a surprise..." he laughed, obviously at Max's lack of measuring up "You're going to enjoy a lot of things you've never experienced before, now go to your room and get on your bed" he barked, I wanted to try to explain or ask about the squirting as I was super embarrassed and that maybe we shouldn't fuck in the bed Max and I shared, but knew he would only laugh and make me regret murmuring the futile words, plus I was super dizzy and so I obeyed. Basically, skipping into the bedroom.

By the time Rhys had followed me in, I was already on my back, with my legs spread wide, knowing he needed a lot of room for his fat dick and offering my very soul to him. He held the most menacing smirk that I shivered a little at the sight. I was gently running my fingers across my breasts and nipples, rubbing in the mess Rhys had made on me.

He stalked to the foot of the bed and pulled his pants off, his meaty cock half stiff, even now it seemed larger than last time, and my brain began its usual upsetting comparisons between Max and Rhys. Seeing his slowly growing member made me giddy, it let me know he wanted me. He ripped his top off over his rippling abs and tight muscles. I was shaking uncontrollably now;

this is it

I thought giddily.

Rhys leant down a tiny bit, and grabbed the base of his cock, scopping it up with his massive manly nuts, he rubbed it once, hard up my slit and like I knew they would my hips bucked against it, the feeling driving me crazy.

"If you cum without my permission or my cock in you, I'm going to leave, and don't you dare shut your legs" he warned and I felt my head tilt in question, but he ignored my quizzical look "time to show some discipline and a little punishment for you for being such an easy slut behind Max's back"

He then began to assault my clit by slapping his immense cockhead against it. He kept a nice rhythm with perfect pressure. Each hit made a wet

plap plap plap

noise

,

it hurt and stung with the feeling only a slap can; but felt more pleasurable than anything Max could hope to do to me

My body convulsed with each slap, like his cock was a taser giving me electric shocks and my muscles would spasm and tense up every time his cock hit home, and I had to physically and mentally stop my bodies response of cloistering up and closing my legs to his assault.

"Stick it in" I panted between shudders and shakes, his slapping bringing me closer and closer to the edge, and I was worried I would cum before feeling him plant his shaft in me.

He ignored me stopping completely and I shook again, in rage this time.

Once my orgasm build-up had totally subsided, he then began his rhythmic beating of my clit, and I squirmed as my fingers flexed, my body so far beyond the need of release, I had probably caused lasting psychological damage.

I had no way of calming myself and so spoke "How did..." I took a breath to settle myself "you get so" another breath "good at all this"

He smirked arrogantly as if ecstatic I had finally asked, "Once a girl in high school found out about me... and this" he said slapping once very hard and it made me yelp "-I had my pick of chicks, could have taken any one of them... and I did, and they let me practice as many times as I liked in any way I liked, they were pretty much insistent" he paused and smirked wider savouring the next words, knowing they would cause me shock "mostly while their boyfriends were studying, or calling them to say goodnight or trying their hardest to get in their panties."

Fucking evil prick,

I thought, then had to reprimand myself, I wasn't any better.

"How many had boyfriends?" I jittered out.

"All of them, I liked how jealous their 'good guy' boyfriends would get when I spoke to their girlfriends, sometimes the girls would even forget their boyfriends were there, or told them 'don't worry he's just a friend' while I was getting more from her then the guys who took them on dates, how much fun it was to find 'good girls' who don't cheat and make them act like pornstar" he chuckled at the end and glanced at my throbbing wet wimp sympathetically, like he knew all along I would fall into this category and stopped his rhythmic slapping, seeing just from a glance I again was at the edge, his words were hot, I could picture the jealous guys, and Rhys being so cool about it, even obnoxiously curt to their boyfriends while the girls gushed over him, metaphorically and literally; just like I was on the apex of doing. The way he spoke... the way I was feeling, it was like his cock had mind control and would make you do things you never thought you would do, to people you cared about.

Is that why he chose me and Max

my brain quizzed itself, but realised almost at once I didn't care why he chose me, and was just happy he had.

"Man, there was this one guy" he began wistfully as if conjuring up a cuddly memory, looking up as if reliving the memory in his head "total fucking wimp, found out I was fucking his girlfriend"

"What did he do?" I asked, breathing slowly and looking down the length of my body to see each throb of my wimp, trying anything to get my brain to stop focusing on the orgasm that was riding the edge of my clit so Rhys could go back to slapping her.

"Huh?" he startled, looking back down at me as if I interrupted his stroll down memory lane "nothing" he answered haughtily "I kept fucking her, funny part was she told him she didn't want sex til marriage, turns out she meant with him, gave me plenty" he proclaimed boastfully.

"What do you mean he did nothing?"

He began to slap my pussy again and I let out a huff, my head falling back to a resting position, having to watch him abuse my cock starved girl got me to close to the edge to quick, as it put me straight back to where I was, it took minutes to settle down and only seconds to be holding back my orgasm with all my strength.

"Man, I use to walk with him and his girlfriend to his girlfriend's house after school, she would say bye to him, like, 'bye, fuck off now' and as he went to leave, she would grab my hand and I'd go inside and fuck her senseless, never tried to stop us, always wimped out and walked off when she told him to, saw them kissing a few times during class after she had given me head on our lunch break; he knew, he was just too much of a cuck to stop me, told all his friends how he was going to bash me, but never did, became a loser too! all his mates knew he was all shit talk, had that slut wrapped around my finger til the end of school, funny part is they actually got married and I still see her from time to time.

My stomach flipped at the words; jealous other women were getting to have his cock while I was being made to wait, I wanted so badly to be on his list of women that he fucked regularly, such a bad thought to have for a woman with a long-term boyfriend who treats her like a queen.

My mouth was dry, that was horrible and yet, my pussy was leaking, I could feel the cold juice on my leg, and if I'm honest, I had pictured Max as this other guy...

what is wrong with me, does he know this is making my brain conjure up images of Max? scenarios I want to play out... "Max should be happy and grateful to kiss my lips after they've massaged Rhys's cock" echoed my subconscious in that moment as if it had been listening and as if everyone would want to try what Rhys had to offer.