The following is a work of fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams.
>>>> My erotic stories are generally written on behalf of others and do not necessarily reflect my own interests, fetishes, or personal history. <<<<
M/f, M/m. Blackmail, cuckold, non-consensual, interracial, impregnation/pregnancy, big cock (M), BBC, loud sex, oral sex (M/f, M/m), cum swallowing (M/f, M/m), sleep deprivation, PiV sex (M/f), raw sex, creampie/internal cumshot, racial slur usage (one instance, non sexual), threats of violence, rough sex, pet names, dirty talk, derogatory terms, fondling, cervix pounding, mindbreak (very mild), free use, anal sex (M/m), alcohol and drug use, sex while intoxicated (consensual, M/f), party, group sexual acts (M*/f, M*/m), groping, fingering (M/f), orgasm denial/ruined orgasm (m), masturbation (f), gagging on cum (m), dominance/submission (M/m, M/f, F/m)
Let's begin!
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Tammy always moaned louder when she was drunk, her voice coming out in staccato cries as I rammed my hard cock into her dripping pussy, stretching out her insides with each thrust. When she was drunk she tried even less hard to pretend she was still Joel 's prim and proper housewife and not some cock hungry slut desperate to get plugged in both ends and filled with cum - though, to be honest, she hadn't exactly been keeping up appearances much lately, more often than not already sucking my cock before I even told her to. She made excuses for it of course, saying that she was doing it at times when it would least affect Joel, so it wouldn't bother him. But I knew it was bullshit. It was almost four in the morning and I was tearing up her snatch so good she was nearly screaming.
After the first few nights of me fucking his wife in the bed next to him Joel had taken to sleeping on the futon in the other room, but even so there was no way in hell that Tammy 's noise wasn't rousing him. I'd wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear her. If he'd been able to sleep at all, that is, considering how loud I'd been playing my music. I tended to keep late hours since I had no need to work a steady job - I'd made plenty of money back in my pro days, and had invested smartly - and had been pushing them even later in no small part out of spite, knowing Joel had to wake early for his middle manager job. So Tammy and I had been staying up basically every night, drinking and smoking and putting load after load directly into her throat.
I did wonder, just a little, if Joel got hard as he listened, or even tried to rub one out with that small bit of jerky he called a cock while straining to hear the sounds of me giving it to his darling wifey.
It was actually Tammy who gave me the idea to have a party. We 'd been staying up drinking and she'd started talking about the first time I'd been fucking her, reminiscing or whatever, back when she was still fresh out of high school and we'd been going out every night, getting lit up, hitting up my friends and she and some other prep school failures would all get high and naked and take all the cock they could stuff into themselves. She didn't phrase it like that of course, but that's what she'd been talking about when she asked, "do you remember when we used to party?"
Seemed like a good plan, really. I wasn't a hot commodity football star anymore, but that didn't mean I couldn't have a good time, right? And here I was with this nice little place in the 'burbs that I could make use of - with a hot little hostess to go along with it. I'd already ruined most of the offending signs of Joel's less than hidden racial prejudices - his ridiculous rebel flag had been used to clean off my cock a few times, and his country CD's (fuck, man, have you heard of Spotify?) had been used as drink coasters - but I'm sure the boys could still find some things they might enjoy redecorating. Even if they decided to wreck the place, it's not like I cared. Yeah, sure, eventually I'd leave town and Tammy would be left to contend with whatever state the place was in, but I legitimately did not give a shit. That bitch was only worth as much to me as some good times and some tight holes. I certainly harbored no positive feelings about her leaving a fucking kid for me to handle.
O f course Joel came home at about the time the party was really going full swing. I remem ber one of Reggie's girls was dancing topless on the couch, someone teasing her out of her underwear as she was grinding her ass against him, another twerking it out on the floor in front of the big screen, the sound system blasting some fire, the whole place hazy with smoke. Tammy herself was splayed out on the kitchen table, laughing as two men feed her shots and groped at her, hands sliding down the front of her dress and squeezing her tits as she shrieked playfully.
Holy shit Joel freaked the fuck out. It was hilarious. Stomping his feet like toddler, raising his voice more and more, yelling at people to get out and of course being completely ignored. I could see him getting more and more frantic, more desperate. Even if he went upstairs and got his gun he wouldn 't be able to actually do anything. He 'd be unarmed before he even got a shot off. I could see the weight of his utter powerlessness just slamming into him like a sack of bricks. It actually got me going a little bit I think.
By this time Tammy had been coaxed out of her dress, left in only a set of lacy bra and panties which one of my friends, Tyrell, was pulling to one side, sliding his fingers into her wet pussy as Tammy began to moan and writhe on the table. He was just pulling out his stiff cock, ready to plunge it into her, when Joel reached him, grabbing his arm and yanking him around, snarling "What the fuck do you think you're doing with my wife?"
"Hold up," I said, trying hard not to laugh in his face. "She's obviously enjoying it. You need to lighten up. It's not our fault you aren't doing it for her."
Joel turned red, nearly vibrating in frustrated fury. "The only reason she's fucking you is because you're blackmailing us!"
"Have you ever even given her an orgasm, dude?"
Joel sputtered, and, even as he answered I could see the doubt swirling in his face, "Of course I have!"
This time I did laugh. "Sure dude. Look man, just go upstairs..." I started to say and then thought better of it. "Actually, I have an idea. How about you show us what you can do, huh? Impress us. You pull down your pants right now and stick it in Tammy there. Show us how well you can fuck your wife. If you cum inside her, right here in front of us, we'll all leave, okay? Not even get her off, just cum in her. And we'll go. But if you don't, well, she's fair game."
Nervously, Joel began pulling down his pants. He started working at the thing between his legs, grabbing and yanking on it, desperately willing it to get hard, recoiling from the jeers of the building crowd. He managed to build up something of an erection I think, though it was still wasn't half as big as my own, and moved between Tammy's spread legs, using his hands to force his half flaccid dick into her hole. Tammy sighed, impatient for this little game to be over.
Eventually Joel built up something of a white boy 's rhythm, stuffing his dick in and out of her as she laid spread out on the table, staring at the ceiling. After a time I heard him running low on steam, huffing and puffing, obviously building in anxiety, yet still no closer to finishing.
What Joel didn 't know, but I did, is that it was very unlikely he'd be able to get even the tiniest squirt out. Namely because I'd been having Tammy grind up antidepressants and blood pressure pills to spike his food. Hey, it was for the poor guy's stress levels, right? Hard to watch some stranger fuck your wife's throat on the couch while you watch football. The inability to orgasm is just an unfortunate and frankly hilarious side effect.
Still, Joel didn't want to give up. His knees were shaking and his eyes were red and wet with tears when he finally pulled out of her, dick limp and glistening. With no further ado he was gruffly pushed aside by the man he'd tried to stop earlier, who promptly shoved his rock hard cock deep in the slut's pussy, causing her to gasp in surprised delight, arching her back like she'd suddenly been brought to life. Her hips started rocking as she began moaning, the whole table knocking back and forth as she took the massive cock inside her, boobs landing with slaps against her chest with each inward thrust.
Joel watched, frozen in place, as his wife's pussy got loaded up with this stranger's cum. It oozed out of her gave her a few final strokes, her tight pussy unable to hold even that small amount of extra mass. Tyrell turned to Joel and said, "what the fuck you still standing there for?" and Joel didn't have a response for him, just stuck staring at Tammy as another man lined up to shove his cock into her eager hole, another taking station up at her mouth, ready to slide it deep into her throat as she lay splayed out on her back.
"Well at least make yourself useful," said Tyrell, roughly grabbing him by the shoulder and physically forcing him to the floor. Joel, even if he hadn't been weakened by his vain efforts, was simply no physical match for the man, and sunk hard to the beige tile. Tyrell pushed his wet, deflating cock into Joel's face, laughing as he did, smearing it across his lips and jaw. "Suck it you little bitch. That's all you're good for."
Joel pulled away, cringing and making a noise in his throat, not properly responding for fear of opening his mouth, prompting Tyrell to grab a fistful of his hair and slap him hard across the face. "That wasn't a request, whitey. You're gonna suck this cock, and you're either going to do it willingly or I'm going to break your jaw."
Tearing up again, Joel opened his mouth just a little, barely a fraction of an inch, but Tyrell quickly used the space to pry it open the rest of way and force his cock in. "You like that, you little bitch? In case you didn't know, that's what your wife's pussy taste like!"
I myself took this opportunity to slide my own dick in Tammy 's mouth, watching the bulge of her throat grow and diminish over and over as I thrust it in her repeatedly, amusing myself at the idea of husband and wife getting throat fucked at the same time. I could feel Tammy's throat tightening around me as she swallowed, hungrily working at my piece as I used her like the hole she was. I could also see her eyes rolling over to look at Joel - but she didn't seem distressed. Quite the opposite, really - if anything it seemed to get her going even harder, her moans growing louder, back arching, her fingers with their delicate French tips dropping down to slide against her engorged clit.
Knowing that she was enjoying watching her own husband get utterly humiliated like that only got me harder. It was probably some built up resentment thing she probably needed therapy for but I frankly could not give a fuck if I tried. What I saw was this slut I was pounding getting off to the sight of her husband getting face fucked and it caused my already rock hard cock to nearly explode. I only lasted a few more moments until I was emptying my balls directly into her throat.
At that point Tyrell was dumping his own load inside Joel, causing him to cough and gag, spilling hot cum out over his carefully ironed work shirt, so, you know what, I decided why not try it out myself? I've always been pretty secure in my sexuality, and while it's not like I'm into dudes are anything, at the end of the day I don't really see it as any different than, say, fucking a pocket pussy or god forbid a towel or cantaloupe or whatever. A hole's a hole and if it feels good it feels good, right?
