It had been several months since Dave had made that hypnotic suggestion to me, and then later, to my husband. Life had changed for all of us. I found myself craving Dave's cock and hard body.
My husband? He craved his right hand. For someone who had never had much interest in sex, he was giving himself quite a work out. It seemed like every time he was alone, he was jerking off. I couldn't bring home any friends because I never knew when I would hear him moaning loudly. And now he didn't just use the bathroom. Sometimes I would walk into the kitchen, and there he would be, drinking a cup of coffee, porn magazine on the counter, pants around his ankles, and right hand feverishly pumping his little dick.
Whenever I caught him, he would look up like it was no big deal, and would I run away? No. I'd watch him, licking my lips, thinking of Dave's cock as he moaned, stroking himself, looking at his magazine. Then when he was close, and I knew he was about to shoot his pitiful little load of cum, I would close my eyes and picture Dave pumping his huge rod into my pussy. My husband's loud noises would lead me back to reality, and I would watch as his tiny member would dribble out a little semen.
That's when I would turn around and walks away, to my bedroom, to think about Dave and how much I needed to feel his cock. It seemed like the more my husband masturbated, the more I wanted Dave. I could feel how wet my pussy was, swollen, waiting to be filled.
I would open my drawer of toys, and then remember with a big sigh, they wouldn't help. He wouldn't allow me to cum from my own hand. It would just frustrate me more. That's when I would sit at my computer, log onto my email, and send Dave a message. "I need you." I would sit and wait for a reply. Sometimes no answer would come. I lived for those few times that it did. And I would grab my things and tell my husband I was going out.
I wouldn't even remember the drive, but soon enough, I would be standing at Dave's front door, knocking softly, almost hoping he didn't hear it. If there was no answer I could leave, right? But he always heard.
The door would open, and I would stand there, mesmerized by his eyes, staring into my soul. He would reach out a hand and pull me into his arms, kissing me, almost devouring me, in full sight of the neighbors or anyone else who drove by. Then he would stop and look me up and down, I was never sure what he was looking for.
Today, he smiled. "I like how you've changed your look baby. You are finally showing off those tits. And no bra. I like it!" He had a huge, leering grin. "And love those red lips, you look like a proper whore."
I suddenly realized, I had bought a new wardrobe recently. Last week I had gone through my closet and thrown out almost every stitch of clothing I owned and bought lots of short skirts, tight pants, and low cut blouses. I had bought make-up, I never wore make-up!
He put his hands to my face and kissed me deeply, his tongue driving into my mouth like I knew his cock would be driving into my cunt soon. I was moaning into his mouth as he moved me through the house, pushing me over the couch, my ass in the air. His hands were on my ass, under the skirt. He pulled off my thong, throwing it to the other side of the room. I tried to force myself up but he held me down with one arm as I kicked. This was wrong. There was still a part of my brain fighting his control. I was kicking and screaming for him to get off me.
"We go though this every time Lynn. You always think you have to act like you don't want me to fuck you, that you don't want me to cum inside that hot pussy of yours. But you always give in baby. You know you want it, you know you want me. Just enjoy it. Don't keep fighting it. You just make it harder on yourself, and it turns me on even more."
I heard the zipper and then felt his hard cock forcing its way into my swollen, ready pussy. I screamed at him to stop. "Stop it, I don't want you to fuck me you bastard! You know I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for your damn hypnotic suggestion. I DON'T WANT YOU!" And then as his cock slid home, I moaned loudly, my fighting slowed, and I finally gave in, again, to his body and my own desires. Damn him for doing this to me. That's what I was thinking as I was moaning, begging him to fuck me harder.
"Oh GODDDDDDD!" I screamed out loud as his cock hit my cervix. My pussy was convulsing around his rod, trying to milk it. He was always able to hold back until I had cum over and over, until I could barely speak, barely get out the words begging him to cum inside my cunt. He grabbed hold of my hips, pounding me harder, deeper, than ever before. His cock started to pulse inside me as he groaned and bit my shoulder, marking me as his as he pumped his cream into his bitch. I could feel his cock still shooting load after load, he seemed to cum forever!
He lay on top of me, his heart pounding in his chest against my back. I felt him reaching for something next to the couch and as he slowly pulled his cock out, I felt something being pushed into my stretched pussy. "What are you doing?" I was still breathing hard, trying to calm myself and my words came in a whisper.
"It's a plug to keep you from losing all my cum. I want it to have every chance to get you bred you know. I'll be adding more later. You'll be totally full by the time you get home."
