A Reasonable Deal (Pt. 6)
Chapter 1
John woke up, stirred a little, and, as the world came into focus, tried to remember where he was. Different bedroom, different bed, and...........he remembered.
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The night before, he had pulled up to the Hendricks' house. He had spent the better part of the day trying to cover up their financial indiscretions, and had done well. But he was tired, and starting to realize how much work it would take, and doing it, more or less, for free, wasn't making him feel good.
He rang the doorbell and waited. I'm definitely going to unload a little steam on these two he thought to himself. When Samantha opened the door, she was surprised to see him. She wasn't as surprised when he just walked in, pushing by her. Mark was in the living room, and, surprised to see his blackmailer there as well, got up from his chair.
"No Mark," John said, "sit back down."
Within a few minutes, John was sitting on the couch, enjoying Sam's tits, and Mark was sitting in his chair watching—offering up a slight protest now and then, knowing it was futile. After another few minutes, the helpless husband was ordered to go get John and Sam some drinks, which he did. While he was putting them together in the kitchen, he could hear John making advances on his wife.
"Look at that..." John said, while he took off the woman's clothes, she was struggling a little. "Your husband is getting us some drinks...."
"I know, what else is he going, uh, to do?.....you have us pretty good, I mean..." Sam responded, annoyed by her husband's lack of will, and angered by their accountant's unwanted hand forcing its way between her legs.
"You have such a fantastic body. And you're so horny! Man, I love when you get wet so quickly..." John muttered, loud enough for Mark to hear.
"John! I can't....eh.....help it! My body does what it does and.......uh.....it doesn't mean....."
Mark walked back in. John had his drink. Samantha was made to have hers. And before Mark could have his, John demanded it be given to Samantha instead. He wanted Samantha tipsy, and he wanted Mark sober.
After another few minutes, Samantha was half-naked with John on top of her, his cock out, and she was stroking it, while he sucked on her tits. Mark was making more drinks. When he brought them out, Samantha was sucking John's cock, while John was standing, facing the couch. He rested his arms on the top of the back, and as Mark was walking towards him, he reached out and took one of the drinks. "Thanks Mark, let's get her liquored up...... maybe that will loosen her up a little in bed huh?"
Mark just sat down, putting the other drink on the coffee table. John decided Samantha should have both, which she did. Before long, she was on top of him, and he was squeezing her tits while he kissed around her neck. Mark watched as Samantha reached down, lined up John's cock with her pussy, and slowly lowered herself down onto it.
Mark looked at his wife. He could just see the side of her face, but he saw her eyes close as the tip of John's cock pushed into her. Then her mouth opened into an "o" as the first few inches sunk in. The cuckolded husband felt his dick twitch a little, as her mouth closed and turned into a slight smile in response to John's hands squeezing her ass, and his mouth latching onto one of her nipples. She grimaced as he pushed the last few inches of his cock into her stretched pussy, but the look was replaced by one of a pleasured relief as the pain from his large member stretching her subsided.
Mark's dick was hard in his pants. He watched his wife raise up off of John's cock slowly, then slide back down, a little faster. Then she climbed back up, only to sink onto it again. John was squeezing the hell out of her ass. First one cheek, then the other, then both together.......he seemed to be trying to get as much of her ass into his hands as he could, and she was clearly enjoying the attempt. Her forced lover pulled her ass cheeks apart, exposing her anus, and her head fell back slightly as she felt the cold air on her asshole, his warm tongue circling her nipple, and his hard cock plunging deep into her pussy. John let go of Samantha's ass with one hand, then smacked it hard.
*SMACK.....Her eyes opened wide from the strike, and she looked down at John. Her ass jiggled nicely from the sharp contact. He raised his hand, and brought it down on her ass again.... *SMACK,then as he spanked her, he grabbed the abused ass cheek firmly and gave it a quick shake. Her eyes rolled back a little and then closed.
This man is taking complete possession of me.
There was something very controlling about that smack combined with the firm grip. She felt that she belonged to the man fucking her somehow.
Why am I feeling this? It must be the alcohol she thought,
her mind in a fuzz
.
Mark's dick was leaking pre-cum, and he was trying to hide his hard-on.
I can't let them see this. Why the hell am I getting so turned on?
He felt sick to his stomach, but he felt undeniably aroused. It was a very strange emotional situation.
"Alright, you've had enough fun riding me Sam. Time to get to fucking" John said. He picked Sam up while she was still on his cock. I love how small she is John thought to himself as he felt her sink onto his cock as he lifted her. She groaned.
He's so strong......god Mark could never do this.....
"Hey Sam, where's your bedroom at?" he asked her. Breathlessly, she pointed down the hall and let her head fall back when John rewarded her by kissing her on the neck. "Mark, go open the door."
"John, please, use the guest bedroom, not our own...." Mark asked, not even knowing why he asked.
"Fuck you Mark, I'm going to kick your ass sometime, just open the door!" John exclaimed, then looked back at Sam and shook his head with a condescending smile. "Really. How do you do it with this guy? And.........oh for crying out loud, he's got a boner." John was disturbed at the sight of the small tent in Mark's pants, stained slightly by precum. John felt he couldn't control the path he was on. But the husband and wife's aquiesence bothered him. He pushed forward nonetheless, driven by something deep inside. She was on his cock, there was no turning back.
And why should I? This is hot.
"Oh you're a pig Mark" Samantha said. She was much more annoyed by her husband's arousal than her own. And his small erection looked so tiny compared to the large cock that was residing in her pussy at the moment.
Mark sadly opened the door for them, and when they went in, he started to shut the door, planning on going into the living room.
"Don't even think about it Mark. I might need something. Go sit at the chair in the corner and watch me fuck her brains out" John commanded. Mark obediently went to sit in the corner.
Laying her down on the bed, John commenced fucking her brains out. He held her down by the shoulders, and heartily thrust himself into her, enjoying the feeling of her loosened pussy, just able to accommodate him. Watching her tits bouncing around was a pleasant view, and hearing her soft cries as he plowed into her was empowering.
"Oh god, oh god John........ohhhhh.........fuck.................fuck you, you.........oohhhhhhhhhh" Samantha let out. John looked back at Mark while he was screwing Sam, and he saw him intently watching the action, his hand in his pants, jerking himself.
"Wow" John said, "check it out."
Mark struggled to get his hand out of his pants, but his wife saw him pleasuring himself too. "Mark......oh......how?.......How can you.....ooh.......get off......watching your w..........uhhhh.......your wife get.........ooh.......fucked?" She looked pissed, but was kind of drunk, and getting slammed by a hard cock.
"Mark, pull your dick out man" John said, he had something of an idea. His path kept going, and he couldn't stop walking it.
Mark, not knowing the deal, but not in any position to argue, pulled it out. It was just 4 inches long, and thin.
John pulled out of Samantha, then flipped her over on her stomach, and moved around so she could suck him, which she did. "Go ahead and stick that thing in your wife man."
Mark, somewhat confused, proceeded to stand up behind Samantha and stick his penis in her. She was loosened up by John's massive cock, and her pussy swallowed up his dick easily.
She immediately felt the difference between the two. Instantly, and without reflection, she found herself wanting John's cock back in her.
Damn I can barely feel him...John's cock is so big I can hardly give him a decent blowjob. Mark's sweet, but he can't fuck me crazy like.......
"Alright, she needs a real cock, doesn't she Mark? You know why I'm doing this now, right?"
Mark, annoyed by walking into the insult, slid his penis out and went back to his seat. John re-assumed his rightful place, behind Samantha, fucking her brains out. The power trip went from his head to his balls, and in no time his sperm was ready to fly. John grabbed Sam's hair and pulled her back. He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm going to fill you up with cum Sam, and you're going to love it....but you have to ask...." as he thrust in and pulled out of her.
Samantha was silent, not wanting him to cum inside her. John moved one hand around her waist and started diddling her clitoris while he fucked her. It felt fantastic, and her body started climbing towards its climax as she ground her ass against his thrusting cock, and reached down to press his hand into her clit.
"Come on, you want my cum, don't you Sam?" John whispered
"OOOHHHHhhhhhh Noooooooo not.....not...OOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhh" Sam replied.
John lifted his hand off of her clit, and her hand frantically tried to push it down again, but he fought it. "You want it or not?" John said, smiling back at Mark, who was trying to hide his erection.
"GOD....OHhhh....fuck me..........fuck me........." Samantha cried out, unable to hold back.
