Oh Canada Follow Up

This is Part 3 and final chapter of Story # 46 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. It is a sequel to Story #43 ("Oh Canada"). Reading Oh Canada as well as Parts 1 and 2 of this sequel will help you better understand this part.

Not everyone likes me or my stories. That's OK. My writing style, and my sexual style, isn't everyone's cup of tea. But it's who I am so take it or leave it.

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While I poured our drinks and waited for Emily to re-emerge from the bathroom, I had a few minutes to ponder the events of our rendezvous four months prior, as well as the last few hours. As much as I enjoyed the rough, dominant degrading sex- with the hair pulling and name calling and humiliation, at the same time the prior hour of passionate, romantic lovemaking was equally as good.

Emily was truly an enigma and an extraordinary sexual treasure. I wondered what would walk through the bathroom door.

I soon had my answer.

In addition to her putting her wedding ring back on, she wore a pink tank top and leopard print panties, and had put on red lipstick, mascara and eye liner. She looked drop dead gorgeous.

As we sipped our drinks, I asked "Don't you need to get home to your husband?"

Emily nodded and bit her lip.

"Yes, soon. He'll be expecting me in a little while."

I took Emily's drink from her hand and set it down, then turned back toward her.

"You're gonna be late."

I stepped close to her and looked down, her face turning up and her eyes meeting mine. I slid my hand into her panties. She was wet already, likely a combination of my cum from earlier and her fresh arousal.

Emily had a nice, meaty pussy, and her substantial labia became even larger when aroused. I slid my middle finger along her slit, pushed it inside of her for a second, then pulled it out and grabbed her meaty pussy lips in my fist and began to squeeze.

The look in her eyes went from pleasure to pain, then to pleading, and finally full submission. The color drained from her face as I painfully pinched her skin between my fingers.

"Whose pussy is this?" I demanded to know.

When she didn't answer right away, I squeezed even harder.

"Oh God, yours. It's your pussy. My married cunt belongs to you."

I pulled my hand out of her panties and saw a combined look of relief and lust cover her face. I smeared my wet fingers along her mouth and nose, then stuck a wet finger into her mouth and said "Smell that pussy. Taste yourself."

Emily hummed softly around my fingers as she smelled and tasted her sweetness.

I moved my hands to her chest and began to massage her soft tits through her tank top. As I increased the pressure, and pinched her nipples, I asked, "and who do these beautiful big fat tits belong to?"

As I said this, I grabbed the collar of her tank top and ripped it down the middle, her big luscious tits bouncing free with the force of the move. Emily gasped at the violence of the action.

"Who?!?!" I demanded.

"You! These tits belong to you. They are yours to use as you please. My whole body is yours to use and abuse however you want" she cried desperately.

Emily's arousal was evident in her shaking voice, and I wasn't going to make her wait any longer.

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, then pushed her forward to bend over the bed. Her round ass looked so good, and I slapped her hard across both cheeks.

"Oh God!" she yelled as her ass quivered from the blows.

I smacked her again and again, her cheeks turning bright red as she moaned in pain and pleasure.

I dropped my shorts and stepped up behind her, pulled her leopard panties to the side and felt her sopping wet cunt with my fingers, then shoved my cock into her in one hard motion as I pushed her face down onto the bed by the back of her neck.

"Oh fuck," she yelled. "Oh fuck yes!"

I had heard enough from her. Her panties met the same fate as her tank top when I ripped them from her body, then pulled her head back by her hair and shoved the soaked, tattered remains into her mouth.

"Shut up cunt," I scolded her. "Married cheating whores don't get to say anything unless they are asked."

I was merciless as I pounded her, hands on her hips, pulling her back to me with each thrust forward. She threw herself back at me with a force to match my own thrusts. I was able to get one foot up onto the bed for leverage, then planted it on the side of her face to shove it into the bed, my favorite power and dominance move.

Having come twice in the last few hours, I had staying power, so eventually I pulled out and threw her onto her back on the bed. I got between her legs and pushed them back by the backs of her thighs, completely exposing her to me.

"Hold your legs open," I instructed her.

She tucked her elbows behind her knees and held onto her feet, way back behind her head. She was so open and vulnerable, and hot as hell.

I rammed myself into her and continued my assault, pounding her pussy so forcefully that my knees were coming off the bed with each thrust. Emily was babbling behind the panties stuffed in her mouth. I paused momentarily to forcefully spit down onto her open exposed pussy and rub the spit around her clit as I resumed pounding her.

Emily's head was shaking back and forth as she came, more fluid squirting from her pussy. I reached forward and grabbed her by the head, holding her steady in another power move to further establish who was in control, my other hand clutching one of her big round tits.

"Fuckin slut pig," I taunted her some more, and she moaned again as she reveled in the insults.

I was ready to come, but I had one more move up my sleeve.

"You want my come in your pussy, don't you?" I asked.

Emily frantically nodded her head, desperate for my load.

"Too fucking bad, whore," I said as I withdrew from her, leaving her exposed on the bed with her pussy falling wide open.

I spit on her cunt again and used my whole hand to rub it around her pussy. Emily shook and moaned again as the stimulation overwhelmed her. I covered her mouth and nose with my hand, suffocating her and forcing her to breathe in the smell of her delicious cunt.

Roughly grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her to the side of the bed so that her head was hanging backwards off the mattress. I ripped the panties from her mouth and shoved my cock down her throat before she could catch a breath.

Emily gagged and convulsed at the sudden invasion, and desperately slapped at my thighs. I wouldn't relent though, holding steady until her throat adapted.

"Take it cunt. Your body belongs to me remember? To do whatever I please. And this pleases me."

I began thrusting in and out of her throat, the bulge from my cock visible in her neck as I fucked her face. Her body produced great wads of drool and mucous for lubrication to protect itself, and it flowed from her mouth, across her face, eyes and forehead and into her hair.

After a minute of hammering away at her, I felt her hands grab my ass, no longer fighting me but now encouraging me to thrust harder.

I laughed at her, "what a slut you are. First gagging and now just an open hole to be fucked. I'm gonna cover your cunt face with cum to take home to your husband."

I pulled out of her throat and she took a big gulp of air. My cum blasted out of me, the first shot landing in her open mouth, the rest covering her face and chest. It was a big load, surprising because it was my third of the night.

Emily rubbed my cum into the skin of her chest, her tits shiny with semen as she rubbed them with one hand and fingered her pussy to one final orgasm.

"Oh God I'm coming again, holy fuck" she yelled as she exploded with one more squirting climax.

As my orgasm subsided and the last drops of cum fell out of my dick, I slapped the head against her forehead and ran my balls across her eyes and nose. Then I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece.

She was an absolute mess. Cum, mucous and makeup all over her face, lipstick smeared all over her mouth. Her hair a matted mess of bodily fluids, her tits and stomach sticky with semen and her own juices.

She looked like a goddess- I wanted to marry her on the spot!

But, that's a fairy tale.

In real life, I helped her to her feet, spun her toward me and planted a big kiss on her. Our tongues danced one final time as we wrapped up our evening together.

Emily pulled back and looked at me.

"Thank you," she said. "You know just what I need."

I replied, "you can thank me by leaving just as you are and going home to your husband like this."

Emily smiled a wicked smile and nodded.

"Of course," she said.

She reached for her bag and threw on a pair of light sweatpants and a loose-fitting top.

"I'm glad I thought to bring extra clothes," she laughed. "I had a feeling I'd need them."

Just like our first rendezvous ended, I walked Emily to her car. Under the light of the moon, we kissed one last time, and I sent her home with a promise to let me know how things went when she got home.

I couldn't wait to hear about it!!

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